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The Pawns And The Kings

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Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot:  The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

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Kings and Queens

Originally posted by bwiseoks

👑 Genre: Romeo and Juliet(ish)AU! (Fluff, Smut)

👑 Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

👑 Word Count: 7.2k

You sigh as you look down at the mask sitting in your lap. It has purple jewels spreading across the front, and a golden feather coming from the right side. Golden jewels on the corners of both eyes. On the back was a golden strap that was used to hold the mask to your face.

Your mother had stuffed you into a corseted gown, with purple material covered in black lace. The edges of the corset adorned with golden trimmings. Your hair rolled up in tight curls, put up half way with too many bobby pins for you to keep track of. This is so ridiculous…. you thought as the make up artist your mother hired for this event put the finishing touches on your face.

“Finished!” She beamed. “Now let us see how it looks with the mask on!”

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A Streak of Red (Wonho Fanfiction)

Originally posted by kukie

Dystopian AU, romance, action, adventure.

Summary: Wonho was the most sought out criminal in the Sector. Nobody knew who he really was or what he actually looked like, but he was the hero of the oppressed and impoverished. You were the general of the Sector’s Army with an extraordinary brain and years of training and your one goal in life was to take his life.


Chapter One

    Only months ago you were walking down these hallways with him. He would march in the middle of the corridor, a crowd of soldiers following behind him waiting for his orders while you stood by his side, nodding along to the plans he went over with you. Your big brother, Shownu, was both the general of the Sector’s army and the President’s most trusted advisor; he was highly respected within the Sector for his prestigious position in the government. With your remarkably sharp mental capabilities and swift calculative mind, you were able to prove yourself to both Shownu and the President, resulting in your brother always running his decisions through you first and the President regarding you highly.

    ‘We had just gotten off the plane and were at the Supply Edifice checking on recent progress. General Shownu was speaking to the head scientist, Dr. Han, there and he had sent of the guards so he could discuss certain matters in private. One of the guards from the eighth floor said that she’d gotten a glimpse of something passing one of the windows but brushed it off since it moved so quickly and she assumed it was merely a bird. She said about fifteen minutes after this occurrence, all electricity was shut down in the building and the place was pitch black.

    General Shownu was quick to act, though. His first impulse was to protect the source. He locked the door, not allowing any of the guards in, and helped Dr. Han into a hiding spot behind a cabinet in the lab. According to Dr. Han, a dagger smashed through the glass window  out of thin air and stabbed the general’s legs, impairing his movement. He had fallen to the ground and was not able to unlock the door to let us in.

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“Erik House” Chapter 1

So this turned into a thing thanks to my fellow phan friends on Discord. And so here it is. What if all of the past incarnations of Erik resided together after their stories concluded? These are their stories *DUN DUN*

It was an average, peaceful day of bliss in the busy, bustling city of Paris. And in the large house just on the outskirts off the city of lights, there was also busy bustling around.

The very spacious parlour room was filled with several very curious, disgruntled, and somewhat confused men. Three of the six sofas were occupied by many similarly dressed men, all of which wore white half masks on their faces and short dark hair slicked back.

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“Why are you wearing that stupid bunny suit?”
“Why are you wearing that stupid man suit…”
The tangent universe to one side this ensemble is world destroyingly good. Tired of seeing the endless ocean of black tuxedos at these black tie events mixed in with the occasional James Bond wannabe white tux I decided to shakes things up a little.

Searching the bowels of fashion and selling my soul to satan to find my exact vision of a jacket. A velvet Midnight blue paisley tuxedo jacket. I wanted to be the blue velvet bunny rabbit people will be having nightmares and dreams about for weeks to come. The women with trembling knees and fantasies of what was under the mask and under the suit and the men with late night dreams of being chased by a 6 foot Harvey man.

I was a little ambitious of course but when else can you be? Women wanted to touch it, men wanted to own it, other people probably wanted to lick it (because you always get the one weirdo.)

Even though I can’t say for sure I saw everyone there that night I believe I didn’t see any other blue velvet jackets at the mascarade ball and I certainly didn’t see any other bunny masks so I call that a successful night.

And I’m sure that many other rabbits may have been brought out of the bedside drawer later that night. Picturing all the nasty things Harvey might have done to them whilst grabbing on to those tall ears after seeing me in that jacket…

anonymous asked:

So I can understand your annoyance at the banwave and stuff, but you do realise you are breaking TOS with homebrew, right? Like, it's totally against their ruling and while I have nothing against homebrew myself you shouldn't be getting annoyed at Nintendo for what it does.

you’re technically correct but completely missing the point. Nintendo is a relic attempting to lock us out of services we have paid for, doing things that a lot of video game companies endorse or at least allow nowadays, or at least prevent in substantially less dickish ways. I just transferred them all to games but if I had been blocked from Pokemon Bank, a service I pay for, and lost over a decade of childhood memories, I would have been justifiably distraught. 

This is absolutely an extension of Nintendo’s general user un-friendliness, their until-recent affinity for region locking, their terrible as hell virtual console service and online services, their constant tactic of false scarcity, their spats with youtubers, and so many other things.  Nintendo is a company with a compulsion for control in a way other companies don’t have, trying to craft artificial value in their products to have some sort of Disney-like image to mask the fact that they are a bunch of incompetent old men in suits holed up in a shitty office in Tokyo. 

House of Cards - Jimin-(BTS smut)

Word Count: 4,456

Summary: You are an escort working at in prestigious escorting business at a mansion. Tonight you come across a different type of client, different from what you’re used to.

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Smut

Author Note: This was my VERY FIRST smut fanfic. My writing stlyle has now changed. Please read ‘Office Files’ for my updated work.

My name is Y/N and I currently work as an escort. I like my job and it does pay nicely and I do mean in the 100k mark. I’m not in one of those back alley red light districts, no. I work at a mansion that has exclusive customers on Friday and Saturday nights. We are only open 2 days a week. Let’s just say that these customers are rich business men, and sometimes women that come here to release their stress of the week. They come here for business deals, meetings and sometimes gambling however it is hard to concentrate on winning when you have beautiful women around waiting for your call. Our job is to make our customers comfortable as possible. If a gentlemen wishes to engage in sexual activity, all he will need to do is speak to madam of the house which is Mary and off they go into one of the bed chambers. Our chambers do look like bedrooms, but other things are available on request such as whips, clamps etc you can use your imagination. The escorts here range from legal age women to older ladies, we also have men available. The night generally starts off with the gates opening at 6pm. At that time, black out limousines or luxury cars enter into the property. The customers are generally the same which are older rich men with a few new faces time to time. Once a month we hold a masquerade ball. It’s a little different from a regular working night, there is no business talk or gambling. Just a fun night mixed with pure pleasure. To be invited in, you either need to know a regular customer or be invited directly by the society. This place is not open to the general public. It is a secret society and it is called ‘House of Cards’.

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TumblrFrostbite: What would Joker and Harley's wedding day be like if they decided to get married, got engaged with each other and went through with the wedding?

It would be extravagant. Malicious. Deadly. Stunning, fatal, something that people would never forget.

Important persons in Gotham taken hostage - what a shame Bruce Wayne couldn’t be found! - late at night, Joker and Harley are dancing underneath the smoke of a burning sky. Joker is wearing his black tuxedo and Harley that white, red and blue dress with makeup stains, and her hair falls in big curls, the tips dyed crimson and azure.

They’re in perfect malevolent harmony, the burning city giving a perfect view from the large balcony of the floor they’ve occupied. Broken glass all over the floor, horrified restaurant hostages in a corner, guarded by suited men with masks. Crystal chandeliers in the ceiling, reflecting on the bottles and empty tables.

Harley stares into the eyes of the one man who means everything, she can’t tell if the music is playing in her head, or if it’s the orchestra.
She can’t remember anything but him, the way his white gloved hands spins her around and she laughs loudly, when he catches her and pulls her close.

He has given her a diamond ring, like the stud in his ear, he would never give her anything less. It’s big like an eyeball and originally came attached to a finger, all wrapped up in a gift box. She gives it every opportunity to reflect the light.

Her dress is stained by blood and so are his shiny shoes, leaving a hilarious trail behind him, and she makes sure the knife is still in her corset.

A heavy shadow lands on the balcony and Joker smiles too: “My best man is here!”
They flee, laughing together, chased by the Bat, and the henchmen keep him occupied long enough so they can leave the building - after Harley has had some champagne. It’s almost time for the fireworks! 💥

They take off with their ‘wedding car’, their white Porsche, parking it in the perfect spot to watch the block go up in flames.

When Harley sees his eyes gleam, she wraps her arms tightly around him, and she decides to never let him go.

EXO reacts to; you finding them cheating on you. - Kai, Xiumin, Suho

I got a couple of requests for this, so I’m splitting them into 2 parts, Part 1 is for Kai, Xiumin and Suho, Part 2 will be three other members. I really hope you guys don’t mind, they turned out a little longer than normal as I felt they needed more story behind the actual scene. I’ll upload part 2, later on, today or tomorrow :)

Shout out to silent Admin Chai for helping me with scenario ideas!


After waiting for your luggage for around 20 minutes, you finally see your suitcase come through on the conveyor belt, looking slightly battered but unmistakably yours with your lego styled tag duct taped to the front of it. You tug it down and roll it through customs. After another excruciatingly long 20 minutes you turn the corner into pickups and search the crowd for Jongin. You hear your name being called and furrow your brows. It wasn’t Jongins voice.

“Luhan?” You walk into his outstretched arms and allow yourself to be embraced by him. You weren’t unhappy to see him, just confused.

“Hey, Y/N. Jongin asked me to pick you up when you said you were coming up early and he’d come collect you from mine. Is that okay with you?” You feel your head unconsciously tilt in suspicion but nod slowly.

“Uhh, okay sure. What’s he doing? I haven’t heard from him ever since I’ve been gone.”

Luhan looks concerned at this; he’d been the closest friend to you of all of Jongins friends and always had an overprotective brotherly attitude about him when it came to you. If Jongin was doing something stupid, he’d be hearing from him.

“You really haven’t heard from him? What a jackass. I think he’s just getting home late from recording today.” He says as he takes your suitcase from your hand and rolls it towards the exit. You follow him, nodding again.

“Yeah, it’s strange. Before I left he seemed genuinely upset I was leaving, then nothing. Zilch. Nada.”

He frowns and stays silent as you both head to his car. He clicks the boot open, puts your luggage inside and slams it shut, making you jump. What’s up with him?

In the ride from the airport, he turns to you for a moment when you’re halfway to his house.

“I think we should go to yours. I have a bad feeling there’s something you need to see.” He says in a carefully withdrawn voice. You feel your stomach drop, not daring to ask why, just answering with a small ‘okay’.

As you pull up to the front of your home, you notice a taxi first, thinking maybe Jongin had decided to come pick you up- but what was wrong with his car? But then you saw them and you instantly feel sick. There was Jongin standing outside, entangled with some other woman. Before Luhan could stop the car you swung the door open and raced out; storming up to Jongin and pulling him away before he could even look up.

“So THIS is why you haven’t spoken to me in 3 weeks!?” You yell in his face, which is stunned into paralysis. You notice somewhere in the background Luhan is suggesting the woman leaves and you hear a car door shut. Jongin clenches his jaw as he tries to think what to say. You get angrier as he just stands there in silence. You slap him across the face and scream at him.

“How could you do this? I thought you loved me? Why would you do this to us? Were 3 weeks all it took? Or was it even 3 day?!” You start becoming hysterical, causing a few neighbours to close their windows in their homes or walk hurriedly passed. Jongin still stood silently, knowing what he did was wrong, but having no words to defend his actions.

When he doesn’t answer you again you feel your rage bubble up inside you and boil over. You start slapping him across the face and pounding against his chest, he just stands still and takes it. You feel hot tears fall down your cheeks and feel your knees buckle; he holds your arms to stop you falling but refuses to look at you. Luhan gives him a disgusted look and snatches you from his arms.

“C'mon, Y/N. You can come stay with me and Xiumin.” He says quietly, never taking his judgemental glare off of Jongin, helping you get into the car. He walks around to the drivers side and speaks bitter to him before getting in.

“You’d better have a damn good explanation for this, and you’d better pray she’s stupid enough to forgive you.”

And with that, you are driven away. Jongin watches as the car disappears down the road and lets out the breath he’s been holding. How could he have been so stupid? He turns, kicks and punches the wall and collapses on the hood of his car.


He’s never been so proud than this night. He’d waltzed into the hall with you on his arm in your dusk rose and white satin ballgown and everyone’s eyes were on you. SM had decided to throw a themed masquerade for all their artists, and you and Xiumin had attended as The Phantom of the Opera and Christine Daaé. You were secretly buzzing with excitement, you’d loved the play since you were a little girl and when Xiumin suggested themed couple dressing, you fell for him just a little bit more. He’d asked his stylist if you could borrow her for a few hours and really go all out,

“Let everyone see the beauty I see every day.”

He’d said, and when she’d said okay, you squealed with excitement, grabbed her arm and ran off to the stylists chair, leaving Xiumin laughing behind you. She’s really outdone herself, your long brunette hair was braided, curled and pinned behind you with white and pink roses adorned at the back. When you left her chair, slipped into your dress, and walked out to meet Xiumin, your heart fluttered, as did his at the sight of you. He made a dashing Phantom.

And now you were here, making your grand entrance, walking down the grand steps. He bowed and kissed your hand at the bottom of the stairs as he went to get you drinks. You smiled and gazed around you, taking in your surroundings, astounded. Golden streamers clung to the grand chandeliers, black and white balloons floated around the large room as golden masked dancers made their way around the room, passing roses to anyone nearby.

“Y/N-ah!” You heard a voice call you from a short distance away, you turned to them and saw a small group of men in victorian tailed suits holding black masquerade masks on sticks to their faces. Yixing revealed his identity by lowering his mask and beckoned you over. You beamed at them realised who they were and made you way over to them.

“I wasn’t sure it was you! Xiumin had mentioned you borrowed our stylist so Tao recognised you instantly!” He laughed as Tao nodded, shrugging.

“It’s a gift!” he smirked nonchalantly, making you giggle.

Meanwhile, Xiumin was lost. He held drinks in his hands and wandered around the hall, looking out for the lone beauty he’d left only a moment before.  His mask was irritating him and slipping down into his eyes. He’d gotten it last minute from the costume shop and it was slightly too big, so it was difficult to see properly.

He went over to the bottom of the stairs and saw a woman standing where you just were. He stepped up behind her and positioned his arms around her waist from behind, and whispered how gorgeous she looked and what he wanted to do when he got her home. She shrieked, making him jump and drop the glasses he was holding and made everyone look around- including you, Yixing and Tao, gaping in horror.

“Who the hell are you!?” She shouted, pushing his arms away from her and slapping him around the face, making his mask jut into his cheekbone.

“I-I… I… Y/N?” He stuttered.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, XIUMIN?!” You asked loudly a few meters away, standing stock still. He flushed bright pink, clutching his cheek and apologised over and over to the woman as she stormed off over to her friends. He cringed as he made his way over to your group, all of you still standing in shock, apart from Tao who was clutching his sides laughing.

“Jagiya, I swear- I thought she was you! It’s this stupid mask! I can’t see a thing!” He whined a few octaves higher than normal and he pulled the mask off, exposing a fresh cut where it had pushed into his cheekbone.

You were still angry but could see it was an accident, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of panic as you saw the blood trickle down his cheek. You looked at him sympathetically and took his hand, leading him away to a washroom to clean him up, Teasing him the entire way saying.

“I can’t believe you tried to cheat on me with, Sulli.”


You’d spent the last month in England visiting your family, you didn’t get to see them much since moving to South Korea, but when that was always known to you since you had gotten engaged to Suho. He promised he’d come with you to visit them this time but he’d been so busy on tour when you were leaving that you told him to stay. You didn’t want to disrupt his schedule by dragging him away to another country. But now you were back in Busan, and all you wanted to do was get home and see Suho. And maybe have a bath; 14 hours on a plane and an hour on the subway does nothing for one’s hygiene. The only reason you’d used the subway in the first place was because you didn’t want Suho to know you’d come home early. It was a surprise, obviously. You couldn’t wait to see him, to open the door and see him grin from ear to ear, wrap you up in his arms and say your name like you were the most precious thing on earth.

You walked to your house and opened the front door, rolling in your suitcase and closing the door. You abandoned your suitcase by the front door and slipped off your shoes. That’s odd… Suho must have company. There’s a pair of converse where you normally put your shoes. They’re too small to be any of the guys, though maybe they’re D.O.’s or something…

You stepped further in and pulled your jumper off, throwing it over the sofa and making your way to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and gulping it down. When was the last time you’d drank anything today? You really need to take better care of yourself. You shut your eyes and take a deep breath. You’d missed your home, it was nice to visit your family but you’d missed the familiar smells of your house, the creaks of the floors and walls when the heating clicked in, the sense of family when you came home to Suho… Where was he?

You looked around. If there was someone here, wouldn’t you hear them? You go upstairs and listen. Suho was walking quietly in a low voice, kind of like how he talks to you when you’re close… No. He wouldn’t do that to you. He loved you. He wants to marry you.

“Suho, stop it… stop~” Someone giggled.

That voice, you didn’t recognise it and it definitely wasn’t D.O. It was a female voice. You started to panic and burst open your bedroom door. And there he was. You felt sick. You stomach dropped. Your heart stopped. Your blood felt cold. Suho was topless, straddling someone on your bed, kissing their neck, his fingers trailing up her side and raising up her shirt.

You gasped and they looked up at you. Panic spread over his face as annoyance spread over hers.

“Oppa, you said you’d sorted this out.” Her disgusting voice rang out.

He jumped up and made his way over to you, holding his hands up as if trying to catch a scared animal.

“Please, Y/N, wait, I can explain, I was going to tell you-”

“Stay the fuck away from me!” You flinched away from him and backed up out of the room, running down the stairs and running to the door. He followed you quickly and blocked the doorway, grabbing your arm. You slap his hand away with your free hand and kick him in the shins.

“Don’t touch me!” You snap, feeling the slightest bit of satisfaction and he fell to his knees in pain. You grabbed your suitcase and your jumper and made your way to the back door.

“Please, let me explain!” He called after you.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

He struggles to stand up and limps to follow you.

“I love her!”

You stop in your tracks, turning to face him. He saw the look on your face and felt more guilt than he thought was humanly possible. ‘So this is what heartbreak feels like.’ you think to yourself as you look into his eyes. You shouldn’t have done that. You turn away and run out of the door, pulling your case behind you.

“Don’t EVER speak to me again.” You hiss back at him.

You’d never look back. He’d fucked up, and you’re gone.

Oh god. Okay. I feel terrible writing Suho like that. I don’t think he’d ever do that, or Kai for that matter. But this is what my imagination came up with! I hope you guys like this!

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Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…

A/N: I will warn you all now, that this fic is going to be VERY different to my usual stuff, (although obviously the writing style will stay the same), but you can expect a hell of a lot more twists, turns, secrets, and debauchery than ever before… ;) 



His smile.

That was what had you hooked.

He was a complete stranger, and if you were honest with yourself- and you weren’t so intoxicated- you’d realise just how weird it was that you’d caught him staring at you from across the dancefloor, and that his gaze hadn’t let up for the past 5 minutes.

But you were intoxicated, and you didn’t want to be honest with yourself, which is how you found yourself continuing to dance and hold his gaze, even smiling as he slowly made his way to you across the dancefloor, weaving regally between the writhing bodies until he stood before you.

You were waiting for him to speak before you finished dancing, but when he simply stood there watching you with a smirk on his face and a glass of what looked like scotch in his hand, you found your movements slowing despite yourself as your feet dragged themselves to a stop in front of him.

‘May I help you?’ you ask, becoming imboldened with the alcohol racing through your bloodstream, even though usually you came across as quiet and shy- even if a little mischeivious.

'I dont believe we’ve met before.’

It feels like you’ve been hit by a freight train when he speaks, the pure depth of his voice leaving you paralysed to his mercy as you stare up at him, feeling your jaw hanging open in wonder as you wonder just who was behind the mask…

People continue to dance all around you; women in their expensive, rich, satin dresses, elaborately decorated in diamonds, rubies, and any number of jewels, gold threads sewn into the seams of each, and the most lavish and fascinating masks adorning their faces, whilst men waltz around in richly coloured suits made of pure silks, the money that paid for them beaming from the contoured fit against each mans body- although for some older gentlemen this wasn’t always the best idea.

Each anonymous body whirled by in scents that rolled together to emit flashes of jasmine, rose oil, lavender, and for the men, a curious waft of metal, leather, and the deep musk that matched the rich oak of the chairs arranged around the room.

And yet, all of these distractions were not enough to drag your attention from him, not whilst you were aware that even though you were dressed in the most beautiful gown you had found in your closet upstairs, and even though your hair was styled to perfection, along with your face of makeup behind your masquerade ball mask….even though you had been dancing for a full hour and had yet to make a mis-step, or say something amiss to any of your partners…

…you were still all too aware that you shouldn’t be there.

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“You’re awful, i love you...” - [The Joker/Harley Quinn/Steve Rogers - One shot].

Based onImagine: You dated the Joker before he was sent to Arkham Asylum. Years go by and you marry Steve Rogers, but your ex looks for you as soon as he’s out.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Song referenced in title“Love me dead” by Ludo

Notes: When i wrote “Shooting chandeliers” i forgot to mention that i consider Ludo’s song to be perfect for Harley + The Joker. So here i am, saying it now because i love music and it inspires me. K, bye. ahaha.


Tony Stark was working on his iron suit in the back of his workshop.

He was welding the right arm and connecting electrical wires when a noise, coming from his study, distracted him. He pushed his welding mask back.

-Hello? …Pepper?

He walked into the study and stopped in his tracks when he found two men in suits and wearing masks, guarding a third man who was sitting on his rotating chair which was facing the opposite way; Stark could only catch a glimpse of his green hair sticking out.

Tony’s holographic computer was projecting each of the Avenger’s ID’s. Clearly, the man with the green hair had been snooping around.

-Who are you? –Tony asked.

The chair spun around slowly and Tony’s eyes widened then narrowed when he recognized the man; Gotham’s famous villain, The Joker.

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The black sky was dotted with silver specks, and the moon wasn’t the only source of light. Red pointers flitted around the surroundings as armoured men wandered about. Victor led the way for the men. His suit and mask wasn’t for aesthetic purposes, they had functionality to them. His visor was able to see in infrared, night vision and UV light. With a simple press of a button, he switched his visor to night vision mode, and it allowed him to see where he was going through the darkness of the night. He wasn’t a high commander, but he did a pretty good job at leading his men stealthily.

Silver Tongue Pt. 6

Warnings: Swearing, kinda heated scene, mentions of torture and violence. 

Word Count: 1,469

A/N: yes.. I stole a Hamilton quote for this

Originally posted by helloathazagoraphobie

“Your lover boy should be here soon.” James said leaning his back against the wall of your cell. 

It had been two days of torture, you were tired and beaten down. Your knees were pulled to your chest with your forehead resting on them. Your arms and legs were sore and bruised. You had been electrocuted, sliced open, waterboarded and so on, every day. Only to be thrown into an abandoned hospital room at night. To say you felt weak, was an understatement, your body was just about to give out on you. James was the one always inflicting the pain, while his henchmen would hold you down. They had wanted to have their way with you but James had for bidden them from it.
“Nothing to say about that? Why don’t you answer me?” Cause I am forming a plan you idiot, you thought to yourself. 

“Because he is not my lover boy,” you replied instead. 

This seemed to make James perk up and stand a little straighter. Your hair covered the smirk that formed on your face. Over the last two days you had studied James’s behavior. Whenever James would torture you his hands always seemed to linger on you. Whether it was to brush the tears from your face, or hold your hand on the way to drowning you. Leaving you with the conclusion that he loved you. He loved you even though you left him. What a fool. Sociologist often talk about the importance of being raised with love. And as it just so happened you were the love James was raised with. Yeah, you could say he was yours as well, but J had taken his place long ago. James on the other hand, hadn’t seemed to have moved on. And you were going to use that to your advantage. 

“What was that?” James asked in a curious voice.

“I said he is not my lover boy!” you snapped looking up at him with crocodile tears in your eyes. 

“You think I want to be with that… that… freak. He protects me. And in return I’m his doll.”, the words stung on your way, but you knew they were necessary.
“Well that is certainly… Interesting.” He spoke while, leaning down and holding your face in his hand. “Why did you leave me?” His hazel eyes were staring into yours pleading for some understanding.

“Because I was weak,” you said blinking your eyes to make the tears tumble down your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, James. I left behind the only good thing in my life. And I have regretted it all my life.”,

“Do you mean that Y/N? Do you really mean that?” you nodded your head, not trusting yourself to burst out laughing at how gullible this guy was. But then again love is blindness. Next thing you knew his lips were on yours. You kissed him back trying to secure your hold on him. It was a unpassionate boring kiss, nothing compared to when you were kissing J. 

Runaway with me. I’ll take care of the clown as planned. And then we came be free, to live our lives together.”, there was such hope and conviction in his voice you almost felt sorry for him. Almost. 

“You promise me?”

“I promise you Y/N.”

  James helped you wince your way to a standing position. “I’m sorry about that.” He said gesturing to your entire body. 

 "Consider us even.” You replied accepting the hand he offered to you, and following him out of the room.

J and his men pulled up to the abandoned hospital looking like a circus nightmare. Some men were in panda suits, others had fake batman masks on.

 “Kill anyone you see on sight. Besides my dolly of course.” 

His men took off into the hospital their guns on fire. Except for frost who remained by his side. “Remember what we discussed Frosty?”, 

“Of course boss.” He answered while fixing the strap to his sling. 

“Try not to get shot again.” J laughed and started making his way around the back of the hospital, Frost hot on his heels. 

“What are you planning to do to him?” You asked James.

 You now were both standing in the security office, watching J and his men pull up to the hospital. Your heart lept when you saw him step out of his purple lamborghini. Watch your back J! You screamed at him in your mind. While watching J and frost head around the back. While, his men made their way to fire it out with James’s at the front of the hospital. 

“You remember how I chose to deal in explosives during our training? Well, I rigged him up a little maze to lead him to me. It’ll lead to your room, where I will trap him like a bug and then… well you get the rest. And boy, he is following the plan perfectly”, He said nodding his head towards the screen, where J and frost were walking through the back door.  

“You’ve always been such a clever boy.” You said making him puff out his chest and stand a little taller. You had to think quickly if you were going to save J. 

James flipped open the lid on the detonator he had retrieved from a black duffel bag in the corner of the room. He pressed one of the 3 buttons on it causing an explosion to go off near where J was located at. Giving him no choice but to turn down the hallway to his left Frost trailing along behind him. Once J and Frost had made their way up the stairwell, James pressed the next button causing an explosion to go off again. Once again forcing them to go left.

“Just like mice looking for cheese in a maze,” James laughed. 

They were almost to your room, where you knew the last bomb was now. “James,” You purred tracing you index finger across his broad back. He looked at you his eyebrows raised.

 “All these explosions are getting me all… hot and bothered.” you spoke in your most sultry voice turning on your sex appeal.

 James licked his lips, and you went on your tiptoes to kiss him. He reacted eagerly his hands going straight to your breasts, as he ground his growing hard on into your front. You carded your fingers through his hair, swirling your tongue around his mouth. As things got heated up you began to lift his shirt of from his back. When you deemed him preoccupied enough with your breasts you tried to slip the knife out of his back pocket. You were about to flip the knife open when his hand suddenly covered yours. His eyes grew wide with anger as he realized what you were planning. He jerked the knife from your grip and took a couple steps away from you. 

“I should have known better,” he whispered to himself, looking down. “I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER.” His head shot up, his eyes burning holes through your skull. “You lied to me!” he screamed, “and now you’re going to pay!” 

He stalked back over to you slapping your face and wrapping his hands around your neck squeezing the air from your lungs. Your vision began to fade out, black spots appearing in front of your eyes. Your hands were clutching his forearms, as you slipped your knee from under him and rammed it into his groin, he automatically released you. Gasping for breath you scrambled off the floor and out into the hall. 

“J GET OUT OF THERE!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. You thought your heart was going to burst through your chest as you raced down the hallway, trying to reach him in time.


The force of the explosion knocked you off your feet, sending you flying backwards. Your ears where ringing when you came too, you were sprawled out on the floor. “J” you called out? “J” you called out again this time louder your voice cracking.

The room was on fire and there was no sign of him anywhere. No. He couldn’t be gone. No. The tears were streaming down your face, as you took ragged breathes. You picked your shaking self up, trying to limping your way towards the flaming room. 

“Y/N!” Someone yelled out from behind you. 

You couldn’t make out their voice due to the ringing in your ears. Could it be him? Your heart lept as you turned around with a grin on your face. It quickly faded when you saw who it was. James. And he had his gun aimed on you. “I’m not letting you leave me again,” he called out, “Not alive anyways.” He cocked the gun. 

“Do it!” you screamed at him your fingers curled and arms tucked to your chest in rage. 

Life was not worth living if J wasn’t in it. There would be no jokes, no laughter, no…no…love. If J wasn’t by your side, so what was the point of living? Death doesn’t discriminate, it takes and it takes and it takes. And now it had take your happiness, your everything… your J away from you. 

“Do it.” you said again this time calmly.

Closing your eyes you spread your arms out wide, a smile plastered on your lips. ‘I’m coming for you baby,’ you thought as you heard the gun go off. 

“As you wish” Princess Bride AU

Closed to @askdeafscout ))


The country side of some remote area, as Jacques usually put it. The servant within his home was busy at work, and with cleaning, cooking and farm work, the man had no real time to socialize with the woman. But in some aspects, he had began to fall for her. Each time he sent her for a task, she would reply with three simple words. “As you wish.”

As their love became known and blossomed, the lovers we’re separated by death, the man sent away on a ship for supplies and speculated to have been killed by the dreaded pirate Roberts. The man was heartbroken, and thought to never love again.


It was the day of the wedding to Princess Pauling, a awaiting queen who had asked the man to be a suitor and forgetting (not really) to relay the message that once they we’d, he would be sentenced to death and the woman would become queen. As the weeks had progressed and the time was taken till a day before the wedding, the man had gone on a horse ride, only to be kidnaped by men who wished the red empire against the blu. As they travel to pretend the blu side had killed the red soon to be king, a woman followed in suit, clad in mask and unknown to the men.

Your big brother

(thought that I’d try something new, so here is the story of everyone’s favourite glader’s sister - oh and there are some death cure spoilers)

You were five when it happened, your brother was six. You curled up together under the stairs, he had his finger over your mouth to stop you from making any noise. They were right outside the door.

“I reckon that the house is empty.” A voice said.

It had been two months since your parents had left you and your brother alone in your little house in Lower Slaughter in England. You could only just remember when they left, saying that they had to go because they didn’t want to risk infecting you and your brother. They had left him in charge and said that your gran would arrive within a few days to look after you properly. She never arrived. Your brother hadn’t let you leave the house – he kept saying that it was too dangerous, but you didn’t understand why.

And now these people were here looking for you. Your brother guessed that a neighbour had reported you, but he wouldn’t let them take you. He would protect you with his life.

“You checked under the beds?”


“Behind the sofa?”


“How about in here?”

Light flooded your cupboard and you let out a scream. Your brother got to his feet and stood in front of you.

“Leave us alone! I won’t let you do anything to us.” He shouted.

“Woah, calm down there little fella. We want to help, we heard that you guys are all alone and we can’t have that.” One of the men said. Both men wore strange suits and masks, you would have found them funny if you weren’t so scared.

“I don’t bloody need your help.” Your brother growled.

The men laughed. “Come on now, we’ll take you to where all the other children are. And then you won’t have to look after your sister all on your own.”

Your brother paused. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that the pair of you were barely surviving. He turned to you and held out a hand. You took it and stood up.

“Fine, but you can’t separate us.”

The men took you to the orphanage where you had to go through this machine thing to ‘check that you were uninfected.’ You didn’t know what that meant but once you’d seen your brother do it, you stepped to it without fear. When you stepped out the other side, a woman staring at the machine’s screen gasped.

“What?” Your brother asked.

The woman ignored you and ran into an office to make a phone call. You and your brother stood in the hallway listening to what she was saying.

“Yes, hello. I’ve found one. A munie. Girl, about five. Here with her brother. No, he is not. Okay, I’ll see you in ten minutes.”

The woman came back up to you with a huge grin on her face. “Come with me darling.” She said to you holding out a hand. She then turned to your brother, “You go upstairs to the playroom.”

“No.” Your brother said, taking your hand before you could take the woman’s.

“Excuse me?”

“I am not going anywhere without her.” Your brother said stubbornly.

The woman rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

Ten minutes later a man and a woman in suits appeared. They made you go through the machine again. They grinned when they saw the results.

“Perfect. We’ll take her.” The man in the suit said to the first woman.

“No you won’t.” Your brother said, stepping in front of you again.

The man glared at your brother. “Sorry lad, but say goodbye to your sister.”

You were about to begin throwing a paddy, when your brother suddenly pulled on your hand and yelled “RUN!”

The pair of you sprinted through the orphanage – but of course there wasn’t anywhere for you to go so they had you cornered very quickly.

“YOU WON’T SEPARATE US!” Your brother yelled.

“Yes we will.” The man said, reaching forward to grab you.

“Wait.” The second woman said. “I say that we take him too, after all we need some non-munies and I rather think that this boy might be a good candidate.”

Neither you nor your brother understood any of this, but it sounded better than being separated so you agreed to go.

They put you both on a berg which travelled for many hours. When you finally landed you were at a huge complex where they ran many tests on your and your brother. They tested your intelligence, strength and bravery, and wouldn’t answer any of your questions as to why they were doing so. Finally they put you both in a small room before leaving. You and your brother ran to put your ears to the door. You could hear then talking.

“The girl is immune but her brain isn’t anywhere near as developed as the other candidates – I don’t think that it is worth putting her in the trials. However the boy, now he is smart and would be a perfect control subject for Group A.”

“I agree, but since the girl is physically able, maybe we could use her for the other experiment?”

Again you didn’t understand any of this, but even you knew that it was not a good thing.

The next morning they took you and your brother to a huge room, filled with other children. There were at 50 boys and 55 girls. The room was a living quarter, and there were other doors leading off with names like ‘Boy’s dorm’ ‘Girl’s dorm’ ‘Bathroom’ ‘School room’ and ‘Playroom’.

This is where you and your brother spent the next nine years. You were well looked after and had many friends, and even though you never once left and had no idea why you were there, you loved the place, in your opinion everything here was perfect. You had no desire to escape, especially as your brother had explained the Flare epidemic to you.

Until one morning when you were fourteen. You were woken by the girls of your dorm talking.

“Where are they? They were here last night…”

You sat up and looked around. Loads of the girls had vanished. You jumped to your feet to go and tell your brother, but when you got to the boy’s dorm your heart fell to the floor. Through the open door you could see that many of them were missing too.

One boy turned to you. “Oh hey, where the hell is your brother?”

You ran to the nearest camera which you knew they watched you through. “What have you done to him – to them?” You yelled. You couldn’t cope without your brother, he was the only person who you’d ever had.

No one replied. No one answered for two years. Over those two years, once a month another boy and another girl would disappear without a trace. Every night you fell asleep in fear that you would not be there the next morning.

And then one morning you weren’t. You and four other girls woke up in a lab that you’d never seen before. A man who looked rather like a rat stood above you.

You tried to sit up, but you were restrained down. You opened your mouth to ask the obvious question, but the man spoke first.

“Don’t panic. You are safe here. We have taken you from your dorm because the time has come for you to fill your purpose. The other kids have been sent to the Maze to complete a series of trials in order to help find a cure for the Flare. But you five have a different task. All five of you are immune to the virus, and we are going to use you to test a hypothesis; do immunes breed immunes?”

The next year was awful for you. They used IVF to impregnate you and the other girls. They kept you locked in some new dorms while the babies grew inside of you.

You were the second one to give birth. You had a boy, and you loved him far more than you thought that you would. But you barely held him for an hour before they took him away from you to test his immunity. He was immune.

You were allowed three weeks of rest with your baby boy, before they took you both to a strange place. A huge green space surrounded by concrete walls. There were loads of other people, including the other four girls and their babies.

You were there for three days before anything happened. A group of kids about your age showed up claiming that they had an escape. You didn’t get close enough to the people to really notice them, and you were too focused on your baby. You just followed their orders without really caring about who the people saying them were.

You made it to the paradise, but none of the other four girls did. But worst of all your baby didn’t. You had been running when a huge piece of wall had come crashing down in front of you, knocking him from your arms and crushing him. You sat on the edge of a cliff in the paradise – you weren’t crying, you were empty. First your brother and now your beautiful son. As you prepared to jump, you could barely hear the voices behind you.

“That girl over there looks like she’s about to jump.” Brenda said.

“Where?” Minho and Thomas asked.

Brenda pointed to you and both Thomas and Minho gasped. You were the spitting image of your brother. Minho called Frypan over and pointed you out.

“Hey, I remember her. That is Newt’s sister.”

Your ears had pricked up. Newt? That wasn’t your brother’s name.

“Hey.” A voice shouted over to you. You turned around and an Asian boy was jogging up to you, his friends watching from behind. You gasped as you realised that you did know this boy; he had been one of your brother’s best friends back in the complex.

He told you everything that had happened and then held you as you finally allowed yourself to cry.

(bloomin hell that was a long one, thank you if you read it all - and please send me any requests)