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Recent Work Mrs. Kennedy | Leon S. Kennedy x Reader (18+)
Mrs. Kennedy | Leon Kennedy x Wife!Reader *Smut*
Spoilers: Set immediately after the end of Requiem
W.C: 2748
When Y/N is awoken in the middle of the night, she spends a long time debating how she should kill her husband; that all goes out the window when she finally sees him again.
A/N: Oh it felt so good to start writing again, after moving to whole new country I struggled to find time and motivation, all credit goes to Leon S. Kennedy's fine ass.
Warnings: Smut, Emotional Sex, References to Violence, Reader's age is not stated. -----------------------------------------------------
Y/N had woken up as her phone buzzed, repeatedly, on her bedside table, and while it took a moment for her brain to fully wake up, she soon remembered and snatched the phone up to answer as quickly as possible.
“Leon?” She questioned naive hope in her voice.
“It’s just me, Y/N." Sherry's voice rang through, and Y/N tried not to deflate too much; she was glad that at least she was okay. “But I have good news. How quickly can you get ready?”
"Sherry, what’s going on?” Y/N was only slightly confused; due to the nature of Leon’s job, she didn't get details whenever he was on assignment, but he at least let her know as to not worry her too much when he went radio silent.
She heard the other woman sigh slightly through the phone before responding, “He did it, Y/N; he’s cured.”
Y/N was dressed and out the door before Sherry could even continue explaining the situation. “Send the location; I’m on my way.”
A notification appeared on her phone shortly thereafter, along with the message 'Please don’t immediately kill him.’ Which, considering her immediate reaction upon seeing the pinned location, was to slam on the accelerator while exclaiming, “This fucking idiot.” Showed how well Sherry knew her; still, she didn't respond, unwilling to make such a promise.
Through consistently remaining well over the speed limit, it only took Y/N an hour before reaching the tunnel leading to the once thriving city. The whole time her mind was occupied with the fantasy of throwing Leon into the damn crater itself, since he had such a death wish.
While she was lucky enough to have been stuck in that damned city when it went to hell, she had been there to see the aftermath. Y/N had helped Leon through the sleepless nights, the times where sometimes he just sat in silence, his eyes glazed over as if he were somewhere else. She knew some of her anger was misplaced; she knew that Leon at his core was a hero and nothing was going to change that, but God only knows how many times she wished he'd for once put himself first. Until then, she happily would take that role.
Before she could reach him, though, she was stopped by the military checkpoint that had been set up in lieu of recent events. She stepped out of the car and was immediately approached by one of the soldiers on duty.
"Ma'am, you can’t be here; this is a restricted area.” He began, but she paid him no mind, walking right past him.
“Where is my husband?” She asks, her voice clear and determined.
The soldier hesitated again before approaching. "Ma'am, you really need to leave before we escort you away.”
It was at that moment she spotted a silhouette in the distance with a stance she had seen far too many times. Y/N’s eyes glanced around quickly before sprinting through towards a gap in the checkpoint towards the figure.
The young solider immediately shouted in alarm and began to reach for his firearm, his fellow officers following suit and shouting orders at the woman.
“Leon!” She shouted as she approached, causing the man to turn towards her, his face shifting from relief to concern as he noticed the commotion behind her.
“Shit, don’t shoot!” he shouted firmly as he ran towards her, meeting her half way before pulling her close to him in a firm grip. “She’s got clearance, so how about we put those down and relax a little?"
Y/N clung to her husband tightly, breathing in his scent. No matter how many missions he went on, nothing would ever beat the feeling of finally holding him again.
Leon remained on guard until all the officers had holstered their weapons before relaxing once more. “How many times have I told you to identify yourself?”
“Probably the same amount of times I’ve told you not to do anything stupid." Her response came out muffled against his neck. “You know how many ways I thought about killing you on the way here?”
“In my defence this wasn’t supposed to be as complicated as it ended up," Leon joked. "It worked out in the end, as I always tell you.”
She pulled away to look at her husband carefully, grabbing his hand to look at where the black marks had once been. Tears filled her eyes at the smooth skin. “You put your ring back on.”
“Wish I never had to take it off in the first place.” He responded quickly, taking her hand in his and leading her back towards the car. “Come on, I think we both need to be home.”
Y/N faltered in her steps. “Wait, what happened to the Porsche?” She glared at her husband in suspicion. “Did you destroy another vehicle?”
"No, not this time,” he argued back. “I just… left it in the city…”
“Leon…”
“It’s fine; I’ll ask Chris’ team to retrieve it.”
“Chris’ team have much more work on their hands than finding our car.”
He just scoffed, “He owes me one; next Christmas I’m buying that guy a watch.”
Y/N nudged her husband. “Come on, let’s go home; I can drive.”
The ride home was quiet; Y/N could tell that Leon still had a lot on his mind, and while she could tell he seemed lighter, he still needed time to fully process everything that had happened.
For the both of them the last six months had been the most tense they’d ever felt as a couple; for Y/N there was a never-ending fear that one day her husband would drop dead like all the other victims. But now here he was, skin cleared and gifted with more years to grow old.
Eventually, the two arrived home. Leon slipped his key into the door and stepped back inside the one place he always found safety. At this stage the early wake-up had hit Y/N, who was now yawning and squinting her eyes in exhaustion.
Leon carefully guided his wife upstairs and helped her get back into her pyjamas before she settled back into their bed. Her snores filled the room the moment her head hit the pillow.
He moved to follow suit but paused for a moment, looking at his wife’s face illuminated by the moonlight. In that moment one thought filled his mind: ‘I could’ve lost this; I could’ve lost her.’
Guilt him for a moment because, the truth is, once he would’ve lost anything other than his life, Y/N would’ve been the one to suffer the loss. She would’ve been the one forced to continue a life without the man who had sworn to always be with her.
Stripping down to just his boxers, Leon pulled the cover back and slid in next to his wife. Pulling her towards him, Y/N instantly settled into his embrace, curling in further to his touch, and in that moment he made a decision; this was his last mission.
For the first time in over six months, sleep came easy to both of them that night, only stirring when the sun began to seep through the window, shining on their faces.
Y/N groaned slightly but made an attempt to move, her hand remaining on Leon’s bare chest. He also wanted to remain where he was, far too content being near the woman he loved.
“We don’t have anywhere we need to be today, do we?” 'Y/N?' asked her voice, slightly distorted from sleep.
“Not that I’m aware of or that I’d agree to.” Leon responded as his hand softly stroked her back.
His wife hummed in response, “Good, you deserve a day off.”
"Maybe", he lifted his head to look at her, "every day could be a day off from now on?”
“You mean like retiring?” Y/N furrowed her brows and propped herself up to fully look him in the eye.
Leon nodded. “I mean, let’s be honest, Y/N, after everything that’s happened I think now's the time to finally let go and live the life I promised you.”
For a moment neither spoke, and Y/N looked at him with an unreadable expression. After about thirty seconds she leant forward and kissed him softly before pulling away. “Only if you’re sure, but you know I’d support you in anything.”
He did know that. To show her as such, he pulled back into a longer, more passionate kiss, licking her lips, to which she happily gave him entrance. As the kiss intensified, Leon grasped Y/N’s thigh and pulled her up to straddle his lap as he sat up to deepen the kiss even further.
Eventually, they needed air and pulled away, both gasping for breath. Y/N became aware that in her thin pyjamas it was very easy to feel Leon’s clear arousal through his boxers. Instinctually, she rolled her hips slightly, to which Leon groaned and gripped her hips firmly, pushing her down further.
Leaning in, Y/N stopped just before she reached his lips. “I just realised I never welcomed you home properly last night, Mr Kennedy.”
"Well, I suppose you better make it up to me, Mrs Kennedy.” He smirked back, aware they were being cheesy, but when it came to Y/N, he was a weak man.
With his enthusiastic consent, she kissed him again and began to rock her hips back and forth, allowing Leon to use his hands to gently guide her rhythm.
“You know, if you really do retire, we could do this every day." She spoke softly, moaning slightly when Leon moved his hips upwards.
He chuckled, "Well, with an argument like that, how could I refuse?" And then his lips were on her once more.
This time as they kissed, Leon decided he’d had enough teasing and swiftly flipped the both of them over. The bed bounced slightly from the sudden movement.
Leon only broke from the kiss to pull Y/N’s shirt over her head before immediately moving back in; only this time he kissed her cheek, then her jaw, and then her neck. Y/N arched her back from the sensation as Leon slowly sucked against her jugular.
At the same time, his hands had trailed a path down from her back towards the waist band of her little pyjama shorts. His fingers teased with the edge, prompting Y/N to lift her hips slightly, allowing him to slide them down her legs.
As he pulled her shorts down, he pulled away from her neck so he could crouch in between her thighs, which he slowly pulled apart. Something Y/N was happily willing to allow.
Y/N laid her head back on the soft pillows and looked at Leon in deep admiration until her eyes closed in pleasure as his lips descended once more, only this time his tongue circled around her clit before moving through her folds. Leon smirked against her skin when her hands moved to clench through his hair.
“Leon, you… fuck!” his wife exclaimed as he continued in his new rhythm: lick, circle, repeat. It drives her crazy every time, and he knew it. “Oh my god, honey, don’t stop.”
He tried to lift his head just for a moment, planning to say one of his usual quips, but was immediately forced back down; he chuckled against her clit, causing her to let out a loud whine.
Wanting to help her reach her peak faster, Leon shifted slightly before slowly inserting his index finger into her opening. Y/N’s pants slowly got heavier and more frequent, and he began to piston in and out while continuing to lick against her folds like a man starved.
Under Leon’s care it wasn’t long until Y/N’s back arched and she let out a long cry as her orgasm ripped through her shaking body. Not wanting to overstimulate her, Leon pulls his lips away but keeps his hand close, allowing her to ride it out.
Once her breathing relaxed and her eyes refocused, he moved closer to her face and spoke softly, "Are you okay to keep going?”
“Yeah.” She responded after catching her breath, although her voice still stuttered slightly.
With her confirmation, he used only his hand to push his boxers down before kicking them off with his feet. Y/N looked down admiring his length; while she’d obviously seen it before many times, she still enjoyed looking and knowing it was all hers.
She felt a firm tap on her hip. Y/N obeyed the unspoken request immediately and lifted her hips, allowing Leon to settle between her legs much easier, his cock now teasing her entrance.
"Wait", Y/N interrupted before Leon could continue, to which he froze in place, “I forgot to say it last night, but I love you so much.”
At her words Leon’s face shifted from concern into a soft, genuine smile; he leaned forward and softly kissed her lips before pulling away. “I love you too, my darling Mrs Kennedy."
Y/N smiled brightly in return. "Okay, sorry, you can continue.”
“Let me show you how much I love you.” And with those words Leon slowly buried himself all the way to the hilt.
As he bottomed out, Y/N let out a moan that slowly turned into a whine which was quickly silenced by a passionate kiss from her husband. Leon still, for a moment, allowed her time to get comfortable before he began to move, finding his usual rhythm, never parting from the kiss through it all.
The pair closed their eyes at the feeling of Leon’s cock thrusting back and forth as her pussy clenched around him. For a moment the only sound that filled the room was the heavy breaths and the distinct sound of flesh hitting flesh.
“Oh fuck, honey,” Leon whispered against her lips. “You always feel so good.”
She smiled at the praise. “I guess I have a really good partner.”
Her husband smiled widely against her lips before grabbing her cheek and pulling her into an even deeper kiss. His thrust continued in and out as they swallowed each other’s heavy breaths and moans.
Soon Y/N felt a pressure build up in her core, causing her to pull from the kiss as her head fell back in pleasure. Seeing she was close, Leon slid a hand between their bodies and circled her clit to help her along.
Y/N reacted instantly to new stimulation: “Leon! Fuck you’re trying to kill.”
“Oh come on, darling, I know you can handle this.” He teased her in return; without looking, she could tell he was smirking.
Her moans became higher and longer. “Oh god, I’m close. Are you close, honey?”
At this stage, Y/N’s pussy pulsed against his cock, squeezing him in the way that always made him grunt and stutter in his thrusts. Still, he continued to match his rhythm and his stamina back to how it was six months ago. He should really send Grace a thank you card.
Throughout it all, Y/N's hands had moved to his back, her nails digging in. Truthfully, this had been the first time they’d been fully intimate in over three months, as Y/N had grown too concerned with Leon’s health and prioritised that over her own pleasure.
So it came as no surprise that when her second orgasm ripped through and her walls clenched down, Leon’s own peak soon followed. While his thrusts slowed, he still ground his hips into hers slowly as he muttered against her skin, “I love you, darling.”
It took her a moment to respond, having seen stars and collapsed against the bed. “I love you more.”
Leon fell back onto the bed and pulled her into his chest once more. “I know.”
The two lay there for a while, basking in the other’s warmth as the sun began to fill the room entirely. Y/N traces circles against her bare chest, while Leon matches the pattern on her back.
“Hey,” she spoke, causing him to look in her eyes. “If you’re serious about this retiring thing, what say you about moving?”
“Where did you have in mind?” He responded, happy to go where she wanted.
“How about the coast? I suppose that is where most retirees end up.” She giggled, her eyes squinting from how wide she smiled.
Leon joined in her laughter before kissing her forehead. “Well then, if you want to commit to being full retirees, how does Florida sound?”
Y/N looked into his eyes, her voice filled with unadulterated love. “With you it sounds perfect.”
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Chapter 2. Home Life Summery: We get a glimpse into Valeria's day to day life, meanwhile Finnick is feeling the effects from the night before.
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When Valeria woke up, it was to sunlight on her face shining through the curtain. As she moved her hand to rub the sleep from her eyes, she began to rise out of her bed. She moved towards her closet that was adjacent to her bed.
Valeria couldn't stop thinking about that night and about him. Finnick was nothing like she expected. She'd seen all the broadcasts and interviews he had done since he first became a victor, but never had he shown the side of him that he'd shown her in that spare room.
Yet deep down she knew it was only a one-time thing. She was certain that Finnick probably hated her just as much as Johanna and the other Victors clearly did. It was probably for the best that she avoid interaction with him as much as possible, which would prove difficult since they would be working side by side for the District 4 tributes.
After mentally noting to never tell anyone about Finnick, Valeria rose from her comfortable bed and walked across the room to her wardrobe. She would only be meeting her friends for lunch today, so she selected a simple yet elegant summer dress. Like most of her wardrobe, it was patterned with pink roses, as commissioned by her grandfather.
Valeria stared at herself in the mirror; her hair was in gentle curls, yet it never fell in the way she wanted it to. She played with her hair for a while before sighing in defeat, heading downstairs for breakfast.
She was in the Snow family manor on the east side of the Capitol, although the index in the library indicated it had originally belonged to the Plinth family. It was an old white building, which stood out among the modern architecture of the Capitol. Valeria has lived her entire life here.
"Good morning, family!" Valeria greeted as she entered the dining room.
"Valeria, I was just considering sending Caspian to fetch you." Her mother remarked, raising her head from her news pad.
"No need; I was just getting ready." She replied as she took her seat before turning to the man behind her. "Good morning, Caspian. How did you sleep?"
Although Caspian was an Avok, he knew a language that needed no words, only simple movements of his hands. For a reason unbeknownst to her, Valeria's mother had actively encouraged her children to learn as well.
"Good enough, Valeria; I hope you did as well," he'd signed back to her. She smiled at his reply before taking her seat. Her brother, Ambrosius, was already seated in the seat beside, quietly looking through his schoolbooks as he ate the breakfast Caspian had prepared.
"Good morning, Ambie, how are classes going?" She smiled affectionately at her brother.
"Tiresome." He replied before looking up at her, "They want me to write a whole essay about how much the districts benefit from the Hunger Games; I'm still stuck on the first sentence."
"Just pick one thing you can think of and just write about that." She suggested it, but her brother just sighed.
"That's the problem, Val; what's actually good about it?" He began rubbing his head in irritation. "I mean, it doesn't even have any financial benefit for us in the Capitol; how can it possibly help even the poorer districts?"
She nodded in understanding. "If you want, I can give you the one I wrote when I was in school; you can steal some of my points."
Her brother uttered a thanks before finishing his breakfast and leaving the room to finish getting ready to leave. Before he walked through the archway towards the rest of the house, Ambrosius stopped suddenly and moved to the side, standing ramrod straight. Valeria looked up from her breakfast to see what the issue was, only for her face to fall as her uncle entered the dining room.
“Good morning, children,” Decimus Snow spoke as he took a seat opposite Valeria. “I’m looking for your father. Have you seen him?”
“He’s probably already at the lab; he wasn’t here when I woke up.” She replied, her jaw tight as she looked back down at her breakfast and continued to eat.
Instead of simply leaving, however, her uncle looked at her for a moment before speaking again, “I’ve been hearing some rumours from last night.”
“Really?” She tried to play dumb. “What kind of rumours?”
“Apparently you ran from the ballroom after one of those victors embarrassed you in front of nearly the entire upper ranks.” His voice was tense and low as he spoke, spitting out the word ‘Victors’ like it was some kind of poison. “I trust you’ll make sure that never happens again.”
She nodded stiffly before responding, Of course, Uncle.”
“Your grandfather has also requested that from now on you are followed by a personal guard at all times,” he continued. “That should help keep those from the districts away from you.”
“I’ll follow Grandfather’s request so long as I have the choice of guard.” She responded, raising her chin slightly, "I'm sure he won't object to Blaze being appointed as such."
His eyes narrowed at her words, and he scoffed slightly. This was usually how any interaction with Uncle Decimus went; it was strange how different he was from Valeria’s mother despite the two being siblings. It was as if they were raised by two completely different people.
Even now her mother sat quietly as Decimus took charge of the conversation, but her eyes watched him carefully as she listened to every word he spoke.
“Very well, my father has no qualms with that.” He rose from his chair and leaned over the table slightly and spoke again, “Blaze has certainly… proven himself to be trustworthy.”
With those closing remarks, he stepped away from the table and walked out of the room; the sound of the front door opening and closing followed soon after. He hadn’t even acknowledged his sister the whole ten minutes he was there.
Her mother, as always, seemed unaffected by her brother's cool treatment towards her and instead simply turned to her eldest daughter. After reaching over and taking Valeria’s left hand in her own, “What happened last night?”
“I’m not entirely sure, to be honest.” Valeria spoke more openly, “Finnick Odair approached me after hearing me talk about becoming the new District 4 escort.”
Her mother nodded, urging her to continue.
“He asked me to dance and led me to the dance floor; next thing I know, Johanna Mason from District 7 comes over and pulls Finnick away from me.” She sucked on her bottom lip slightly before continuing, “I just felt so embarrassed, and everyone was looking at me and whispering. I couldn’t handle it, so I left.”
“The Victors are… a complicated group; I’m sure you know that already.” Hestia looked at her daughter to see if she understood. “And considering what family we’re a part of, it’s understandable if they appear standoffish or, in Johanna’s case, angry. The games tore their lives apart; I would be surprised if any of the victors could ever look at us.”
“Except for Wattson,” Valeria couldn’t help but interject with a fond smile on her face, “but I understand where you’re coming from.”
“I don’t think he counts,” Her mother responded before adding on, “You know, I think there’s something seriously wrong with that boy.”
Just then Caspian tapped Hestia on her shoulder to get her attention and quickly signed something out of Valeria’s view. Her mother watched intently before nodding at him, turning back to her daughter.
“President Snow had requested my presence,” she said calmly before leaning over and gently kissing Valeria’s hair. “I will see you later; have a good day.”
“I will, love you!” Valeria called after her mom as she watched her and Caspian leave the dining room, the click of the front door following soon after.
Now sitting alone at the table, she finished her breakfast in silence. Afterwards she turned to Thena, the family’s other Avox; she asked, “Has Ophelia gotten up yet?”
When she received a shake of her head in return, Valeria sighed and rose from the table. As she walked through the halls, she couldn’t help but close her eyes as the morning sunshine shone through the large windows that line the left side wall.
Eventually, she stepped out of a set of double white doors situated at the end of the hallway and knocked. After waiting a moment, she heard a faint voice call out, “Come in!”
“Morning,” Valeria greeted as she walked in. “Don’t you have school today?”
Her younger sister groaned slightly and tried to sink further into the bed. “I’m not feeling well.” She forced a cough. “I think I’m coming down with something.”
Valeria sighed as she moved around the room and sat down on the bed next to where Ophelia was lying. “What happened?”
“I overheard Stella and Appoline talking yesterday when I was in the bathroom,” she began to explain. “Turns out they think I’m weird and are only friends with me because I’m richer than them.”
“Oh, Ophie…” Valeria reached across and pulled her sister into a tight hug. “I’ve been there before, and trust me, those types of people are not worth losing sleep over.”
“I know, but I just can’t face them today,” Ophelia confessed. “Please don’t make me go in today.”
Valeria thought about it for a moment before pulling away from the hug, taking a moment to cup her sister’s soft cheeks in her hands. She was silent as she analysed Ophelia, who was anxiously waiting for her reply. “Fine.” She spoke, breaking the silence, “You can stay home with Thena so long as you’re not behind on your assignments.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Ophelia exclaimed rapidly, pulling her older sister back into another tight hug.
Valeria laughed fondly as her younger sister hugged her, taking a moment to stroke her long brown locks before pulling out of the hug. She then stood from the bed and began to make her way out of the room.
Before she left, she paused by the door and spoke again, “I’m meeting some friends for lunch, but call me if you need anything, okay?”
“Will do, love you!”
“Love you too!” She called back before closing the door behind her.
After speaking to Thea once to let her know Ophelia would be staying home, Valeria stepped outside before making her way to the car waiting outside.
As she ducked inside and sat down, Jovian, her driver, greeted her warmly, “Good morning, Miss Valeria. Where do we need to go?”
“The shopping district, please. I’m meeting with some friends.” And with Valeria's words, Jovian started the car and pulled away.
Since the Snow family’s manor was in the far ends of the eastern district, it took them around thirty minutes to arrive at the Etherium Boulevard.
This was the main street of the Capitol's shopping district; stylists’s stores and other exclusive stores lined the marbled street. There were several familiar faces walking down the street; this was where the Capitol elite shopped after all, and with the game season fast approaching, it was more than likely that they were all here to plan their outfits for each day.
“Goodbye, Jovian. We can meet back here at three, but feel free to take a rest in the meantime.” Valeria called back to her driver as she stepped out of the car.
She was only able to take another three steps before a solid figure bounded over and tackled her into a hug. “Vally, I missed you!” A high-pitched voice squealed as the person hugged Valeria tighter.
Patting her friend on the back, she let out a fond giggle, “I missed you too, Epona.”
The two girls hugged each other for another moment longer before finally pulling away. Valeria took that moment to take in Epona’s full appearance, from her long flowing orange hair to her vibrant golden eyes. As usual, Epona was dressed in trademarked lilac; as a famous singer, she had to keep up appearances.
“How have you been?” The orange-haired singer began to ask, taking Valeria’s arm in her own. “Feels like it’s been ages since I’ve seen you.”
“It’s only been two weeks.” She argued back but continued, “But I’ve been alright, just busy and tired from all these events I’m having to attend. Honestly, it’s like nearly every night.”
“Well, it is that time of year; even I’ve been busy with requests to perform at different events for the games.” Epona reasoned, to which Valeria let out a noncommittal hum. “I know you’re… indifferent to the games, but surely you are somewhat aware that the city always goes a bit crazy.”
“I know.” She responded, “I just wish I had an option in all of this.”
“You’re the president’s eldest grandchild.” Her friend explained, “The entire Capitol has seen you as the heir of Panem from the moment you were born.”
All Valeria could do was let out a resigned sigh before another voice broke out from the crowd, “Val, Epona!”
The two girls turned towards where the voice was coming from, each of them smiling brightly when they noticed a familiar bright purple head of hair. They watched fondly as Rumina Redfox pushed her through the crowded streets, earning some astounded looks from other Capitol people, not that Rumina would care.
She quickly stopped in front of them, almost toppling over in the process. After catching her breath, she spoke, “You girls would not believe the day I’ve had so far.”
“What’s happened now?”
“Oh, just the usual—my boss making me run all across the Capitol to find one specific pastry she remembers having nearly twenty years ago.” She responded, her voice full of sarcastic joy.
“I still don’t understand why you just won’t quit and work for someone else.”
“Are you kidding? I can just quit,” Rumina exclaimed. “Especially during the games; there’s no stylist with space for an apprentice this time of year.”
Epona and Rumina continued to chat excitedly to each other, gossiping about what the games may look like this year and who the tributes would be. On the other side of them, Valeria was quiet, deep in thought, before an idea popped into her head, and she looked at her friends once more.
After gaining their attention, she spoke up, “What if you worked with Cinna?”
Her friend gave her a confused, almost offended look. “You want me to work with Twelve’s stylist? Why would I trade working for Two for a lesser district?”
Before she could speak, Rumina continued to rant, “I mean, Cinna isn’t even the head stylist for Twelve this year; he’s just going to watch so he knows what he’s doing next year. I’m not going to learn anything from him anyway.”
“Okay, okay,” Valeria almost shouted at her friend, silencing her rantings. “It was only a suggestion, but if you don’t think it’s right, just stay with Two this year.”
Her word seemed to at least please her friend, who agreed excitedly before suggesting they find some place to eat. The three of them ended up at a District Four-themed restaurant, an idea proposed by Epona, as she said they “should celebrate the fact you finally became an escort, like you always dreamed.”
As typical in the Capitol, the restaurant was luxuriously decorated; in the centre of the restaurant was a giant fish tank filled with beautiful shimmering fish that changed colours periodically over time, and surrounding the tank were various tables that were gold-lined and decorated with small pearls. When they entered, the staff immediately recognised Valeria and escorted the three of them to the private dining section, reserved only for the people of the highest social status.
The chatter of the private dining section quietened to hushed whispers as Valeria and her friends entered. A tall server with bright blue hair and a matching curled moustache approached them immediately as they sat. “Good afternoon, Miss Snow. May I get you and your friends started with some appetisers?”
“We’ll have whatever the chef wishes to make today, thank you.” She responded simply, something she always did since she was usually so indecisive.
After finishing their orders and bringing over a few drinks, the server left the table to serve others. Rumina, who decided to watch where he went, gasped loudly when she saw the table he approached.
“What is it?”
“Oh my god, it’s Finnick Odair!” She almost yelled, pointing past Valeria's head to a table behind her.
“What?” Valeria exclaimed in surprise, whipping her head around, her eyes immediately spotting a familiar golden-blonde head.
Oh God. He’s going to think I’m a freakish stalker or something.
Before he could make eye contact with her, Valeria immediately turned back around and ducked her head into the dessert menu that had been left on the table.
“What are you doing?” Epona whispered to her friend in confusion.
She replied immediately, “Nothing.”
Maybe I’m just overthinking things. I mean, it’s not like he’s seen me.
Standing up suddenly, she quickly muttered, “You know what? I need the bathroom; I’ll be right back.”
With that she walked as quickly as she could away from the table and into the woman's room. Thankful each stall had what was essentially its own room rather than a stall, giving her a bit more privacy.
Yet, as she stepped into the stall and began to close the door behind her, it was suddenly pushed forward, which in turn caused her to stumble backwards slightly. She heard the click of the lock before she looked and made eye contact with Finnick.
“What the hell are you doing?” She hissed at him in panic, “This is the women’s room, and in case you haven’t noticed, it’s occupied.”
Instead of responding to her, Finnick simply smirked before asking, “Were you following me?”
A blush immediately spread across her face as she stammered out an answer, “It wasn’t me; my friend suggested this place. I had no idea you’d be here.”
“Sure,” he responded, but Valeria was pretty sure it sounded insincere. “Listen, you didn’t tell anyone about last night, did you?”
Her face fell as she spoke; her eyebrows raised in complete surprise,“That’s what you followed me into the bathroom for?”
While she still hadn’t exclaimed loudly, Finnick still shushed her before repeating himself, “Did you tell anyone about last night?”
“No, no, I didn’t.” Valeria responded, “Why do you want to know so badly?”
“Because he… never mind.” He began to explain before pausing and dismissing her question. “Just make sure you still don’t tell anyone, please.”
“God, if it means that much to you, fine, I won’t tell anyone.” She replied, irritated now and just wanting some peace. “Can you go now?”
Instead, Finnick's face remained stern as he asked further, “What about your guard?”
“Blaze?” Valeria asked in confusion, “Don’t worry about him; we have an agreement that my private business remains private.”
He nodded in understanding, his face finally relaxing at Valeria's words. Swallowing slightly, he paused before speaking again, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Just next time you want to speak in private, don’t just barge into the ladies room.” She began to dismiss his apology but stopped as he shook his head and spoke again.
“Not for that,” he said, raising her attention. “I’m sorry for how Johanna reacted last night; it wasn’t appropriate, especially to you.”
“Hey, it’s fine,” she reassured. “Everyone’s entitled to their emotions; I suppose it’s to be expected considering what I represent.”
“Represent?”
“Yeah, Granddaddy reminds me regularly,” she said before keeping her voice in poor imitation, “As a Snow, you represent the greatest parts of Panem and the Games themselves."
"And that annoys you?" He asked with a face of genuine surprise.
"Look at me!" She exclaimed in exasperation, "I'm just some girl. How am I supposed to represent a whole nation?"
Instead of responding to Valeria, Finnick remained silent as he looked over her with a strange expression on his face. As he looked her up and down, a small smile began to grow, making Valeria feel more insecure and nervous than she did before.
“What are you doing?” She asked, her voice shaking as he continued to smile at her, “Stop doing that!”
His smile grew. “What? I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re looking at me all weird.” Her finger pointed at him accusingly.
“What are you talking about? I’m looking at you completely normally.” Finnick pointed back in amusement.
Slapping his hand away, Valeria moved towards the door, only to be blocked by Finnick once more. “For Heaven’s sake, I’ve already agreed I won’t tell anyone; can I leave?”
“Sorry,” he apologised, “but I need to leave first.”
Before giving her a chance to respond or argue back, Finnick had taken Valeria’s place at the door, pushing it open. He started to step out before pausing to look back at her. “Just wait five minutes and then come out; I don’t want people getting the wrong idea.” And then with a wink, he was gone.
Well, he’s a bit of an asshole.
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The bouquet had arrived in the early hours of the morning. An Avox stepped into the room and placed it down on the coffee table before walking away. Finnick stared at the white roses like they would blow up at any moment.
It was wrapped in pure white silk, and in the centre a single envelope was displayed on a golden holder, with Finnick’s name inscribed.
Slowly he plucked the envelope from the bouquet, flipping it over a few times before pulling out the small piece of card that was inside. It was a short message, but the meaning was clear.
'The rose garden is not yours to pluck from.'
With a shaky breath, Finnick pushed the card back inside its envelope and looked at the white roses once more. He was still as his mind flashed through the previous night, the dance, the balcony, and the quiet hour he spent with her.
He was stupid, really. He'd stepped out of line the moment he'd looked into those golden brown eyes and asked for a dance. Finnick had encroached on Snow's domain, his legacy.
Reaching forward, he grabbed the bouquet before throwing it across the room; a loud crash echoed through the apartment as the vase the roses were held in smashed against the ornate mirror that was hung above the fireplace. The roses were scattered everywhere, and water covered the floor, soaking the rug.
"Finnick, what was that?" Johanna called as she entered the living room, posture poised for a fight.
"Why?" Finnick hissed, "Why the fuck did you think you should intervene last night?"
She scoffed at him, "Please tell me you're fucking kidding? You're mad at me?"
He wasn't really; Finnick knew exactly where his anger should be directed, but he couldn't do that. Johanna simply had the misfortune of walking into the room at that moment.
When he didn't respond, Johanna continued, "I'm sorry I interrupted such a special moment between Snow's precious granddaughter, but I wasn't in the wrong. No doubt she's been begging 'Granddaddy' to put her on the clientele list."
"Do you ever think before you speak?" He yelled, arms flailing widely, "You could've put us all in danger."
"Snow can't punish me without killing me," she reasoned, like a mantra to reassure herself.
Usually Finnick was understanding, but right now he couldn't be. "But he can punish me, Johanna; I have people to lose!"
"Don't blame me, Odair," Johanna glared furiously back at him. "You're the one that wanted to act like Prince Charming."
The room grew silent as the two victors glared at each other, stuck in a standoff; neither was willing to back down. They stood there for a moment longer before the same Avox from before appeared again. They quickly approached Finnick and handed him another small card before walking out again.
Johanna's eyes stayed locked on him as he read the card, his face falling from anger to passive resignation. Clearing his throat, Finnick spoke softly, "I've got an appointment to keep; I'll see you later."
With that, Finnick swiftly grabbed his jacket and left the apartment, not even giving her a chance to speak again. The rose remained spread across the ground; pieces of the shattered vase mixed in between them.
Sunrise | Twilight J.H
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VI. Midnight Circles
By four o’clock in the morning the two sisters had created what they thought was a solid plan in how to break the news to their mom. The most important part of the plan was that they should definitely wait until morning, rather than waking her up at nearly four in the morning.
“Could you sleep with me tonight?” Mitsuko asked as she slipped into bed, unwilling for Hoshiko to leave her side just yet. She didn’t want her to disappear again.
“I can’t…” Hoshiko replied, her face suddenly distressed. “I mean, I can’t sleep.”
“At all?”
She nodded before elaborating further, “I tried to, yesterday, but… nothing.”
“Could you…” Mitsuko hesitated for a moment. “Lie with me anyway?”
The younger sister simply smiled at her sister softly before stepping forward and sinking into the empty space next to Mitsuko. The eldest pulled the cover over them before reaching across and pulling the younger sister close.
However, as soon as Hoshiko was pulled close to Mitsuko’s throat, she tensed suddenly in her sister’s arms. Concerned, she pulled away to look at her sister in concern, only to be met by dark black eyes.
“Hoshi, is everything okay?” She asked her sister, who still hadn’t moved.
“You smell so…” Suddenly Hosiko interrupted herself by nearly flinging herself across the room, hitting the wall behind, causing the house to shake.
Mitsuko stood to follow her sister but was stopped by a deep growl coming from the younger girl, “Stay back!”
“I don’t under—“ This time Mitsuko was cut off by a furious pounding on their front door.
The two sisters were still for a moment, staring at each other as they listened to banging on the door. As they simply stood there, the distinct sound of their mom's door opening echoed through the house, followed quickly by her footsteps.
“Mom!” Mitsuko called out, moving to her door and stepping out from her room, her sister cautiously following behind her, still keeping a sizeable distance.
By the time the sisters had moved from her room and downstairs, their mom was already at the door and opened it.
“Doctor Cullen?” Their mom said as she opened the door, “It’s the middle of the night!”
“I am aware, Mrs Tanaka; apologies for disturbing you,” Carlisle said with a neutral expression. “I need to speak to your daughters.”
“I’m Carlisle, but only Mitsuko is here; Hoshi is—“
“Right here!” Hoshiko spoke up, stepping forward with her eyes now narrowed at the people at the door. Carlisle wasn’t alone; next to him on either side stood Emmett and Jasper.
Not noticing the sudden tension, Chiyo quickly turned her head to look at her youngest daughter. “Hoshiko… Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick!”
Yet before she could approach her daughter, Carlisle grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him. “Mrs Tanaka, please stay where you are.”
As Carlisle pulled Chiyo behind him, Jasper stepped forward, eyes focused on Mitsuko as she stood in front of her sister. “Mitsuko, please come here.”
“No.” She refused, “She’s not going to hurt me!”
“Suki…” She turned to face her younger sister, who was looking at her with a deeply pained expression. “You should go stand with them.”
Mitsuko took a moment to look at her sister, really look at her. Alongside the pained expression on her face, Mitsuko realised that Hoshiko was gripping the bannister of the stairs so strongly that she was nearly snapping the wood in half.
Suddenly she found her body becoming stiff and beginning to move without her trying, turning around and walking towards where Jasper and Emmett were standing. As she got closer to them, she felt a cold hand softly wrap around her wrist before pulling her the rest of the way. Now she found herself hidden behind Jasper, who was standing protectively between her and her little sister.
“Will someone tell me what is happening?” Chiyo exclaimed as she looked rapidly between her two daughters in concern.
"I'm afraid we can't tell you…" Carlisle responded cryptically, "But it's imperative your daughters come with us right now."
Instead, she forcefully pointed at the doctor, something she usually only did to her daughters when they were in trouble. “No, they’re not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on.”
“I’m a vampire now, aren’t I?” Hoshiko suddenly questioned, causing everyone’s attention to shift towards her again. “I’ve read Dracula before; I’m not stupid.”
Mitsuko noticed her mom become quiet at Hoshiko’s question, her body stock still at the mention of vampires. Yet before she could ask her, she was interrupted when Carlisle spoke up again, “Mrs Tanaka I really must insist that your daughters come with us right now.”
“But it’s four in the morning!” She spoke again, gesturing to herself as a way to emphasise that she was currently only in a nightgown.
“Listen, we need to get her out of here before a certain group finds Hoshiko here.” Jasper spoke with authority, speaking to them all as if they were officers in the army. “So get dressed if you have to, but we need to leave now.”
This was how Mitsuko found herself sitting in the back of Carlisle Cullen’s car, Jasper next to her as a way to separate the two sisters, something she still didn’t understand was necessary.
Within ten minutes they were already pulling up in front of the Cullens’ woodland house. Outside stood the rest of the Cullen family; they were in a uniformed line and clearly on guard.
When Mitsuko stepped out, she was quickly accosted by Alice and Emilie, who pulled her between them and held her firmly in place. Jasper followed, now standing behind her, creating a protective triangle.
“Why’d you bring her? She’s just a stupid human.” Rosalie had muttered quietly, yet despite being on the other side of the semicircle, Mitsuko heard her crystal clear and bristled slightly.
“Hey!” She couldn’t help but yell at the blonde, whose eyes widened slightly in surprise, “There’s no need to be rude!”
“How did you—“ “Rosalie.” Carlisle interrupted before she could finish her question, “Not now; we have something more important to discuss.”
At that moment, Hoshiko finally stepped out of the car but stayed stock still in front of it. Her eyes flittered between each person with a cold, calculated look in a way Mitsuko had seen her do countless times, usually when she felt trapped.
“We’re not here to hurt you,” Edward spoke up, seemingly reading her distress. “We just want to know what happened.”
Yet before Hoshiko could even begin to explain, Edward’s face changed, and he spoke again, “She found the army.”
“In Seattle?”
“Someone turned her, but she didn’t see who; the only person in her memories I recognise is Riley Biers.”
“What do you mean by her memories?” Mitsuko spoke up again, “Matter of fact, nothing you’re saying is making any sense. Can someone please explain?”
“Hoshiko is right,” Carlisle began to explain. “She has been turned into a vampire, just like my family and I.”
Pause.
“You’re saying my sister is a vampire now?” She asked, “Like from Buffy?”
“We’re way cooler than that.” Emmett spoke with a grin, earning a small slap on the back of his head from Rosalie.
“Right… But wait,” she continued, giving Emmett a small smile before continuing, “Was I attacked by a vampire that night?”
She tried to ignore how Jasper stiffened behind her at the mention of that night and moved to take his hand into hers, providing a comfort she instinctively wanted to give.
“You saw Riley that night, didn’t you?” Edward asked her, but it was clear he already knew the answer.
“Yeah, he seemed… different, angrier. I don’t think he even fully recognised me.”
“He's a newborn, still within his first year,” Carlisle began to explain. “He wouldn’t have been in full control of himself.”
Her face furrowed in thought as she tried to remember that night; in all the fury and violence, there was one thing that was clear: Riley’s teeth sinking into her neck. So she asked the question, “Does everyone that gets bitten turn into a vampire?”
“To my knowledge, yes.”
That made Mitsuko pause in thought, nervously wetting her lips before speaking, Then why didn’t I?”
At her question, she noticed how Carlisle glanced from her to Jasper with an indecipherable expression before looking back to her, answering honestly, “We don’t know yet.”
Turning around, she narrowed her eyes in suspicion as she analysed the expression on Jasper’s face, which seemed to be intentionally as neutral as possible. They weren’t telling her something.
So after letting out a small huff, she pulled her hand away from his own and began to walk away back towards her sister. She only made it one step before a strong pair of arms reached out and pulled her backwards into his solid form.
“That’s a bad idea, darling,” Jasper's voice drawled in her right ear, “You’re going to be good and stay right by me.”
She tried not to let his words affect her; after all, this was neither the time nor the place. She didn’t try hard enough.
“I was just…” Mitsuko trailed off awkwardly as she made eye contact with Emmett, who began waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Now embarrassed, she tried to pull away again, to which Jasper tightened his grip. It wasn’t enough to hurt her, but it was enough for Mitsuko to fully understand just how strong he was.
So strong. She wondered what else he could do with those hands.
Despite her best efforts, all her mind could think about now was possibilities, like how possible would it be for Jasper to use those hands the right way if Mitsuko begged sweetly enough? Maybe she could get him to put his hands on her-
On the other side of the group, Edward began to choke on thin air. Mitusko thought it almost sounded like he was gagging. The others simply ignored the boy's struggling.
"Is he okay?" She asked which was simply answered with a collective laugh from the family.
As the laughter died down, Carlisle explained once more, "Edward can read minds."
"Oh…" If her cheeks could get any redder, she looked severely sunburnt.
“Unfortunately”, Edward spoke up from where he had finished fake gagging.
“He’s just being dramatic,” Alice spoke up, trying to comfort Mitsuko. “I’m sure what you were thinking wasn’t that bad.”
Edward started gagging again.
“Will you stop that, Edward?” Rosalie yelled at her adoptive brother, “God, you are always so fucking annoying.”
“Hello, teenage vampire going through a crisis here.” Hoshiko waved to the group, causing them to quieten down. “Could we please get back on topic?”
Mitsuko blinked to rewire her brain. “Sorry, you’re right.” She spoke, turning to Carlisle once more, “What exactly is the plan here?”
Before he spoke this time, Carlisle turned to Esme, waiting for her to nod and then stepping forward, “We’re willing to offer you a place in our family. You’d stay with us and learn to control your lust for blood, but we would expect you to follow our diet.”
She tilted her head in confusion, “What’s that?”
“We don’t drink human blood and hunt animals instead.” He clarified.
“I’m okay with that,” She agreed immediately, a haunted look appearing on her face. “The things I saw when I first woke up… well, I’d rather not talk about it.”
“We’ve all been in similar situations, Hoshiko; we understand,” Esme spoke, stepping forward, only turning back to reassure Carlisle, who had instinctually reached out to pull her back. Walking forwards until she was in front of Hoshiko, “In time, if you like, we can talk about it together.”
If she could cry, the younger Tanaka would have tears brimming in her eyes, “That would be nice.”
Ever the maternal figure, Esme didn’t hesitate before pulling Hoshiko into her arms and hugging her with nearly all her strength. The fledgling vampire could have sworn her now-diamond skin creaked from how hard she was hugging her, yet she could not help but lean in further into the embrace.
Still standing in Jasper’s arms, Mitsuko couldn’t help as the tears flowed; they were both her own and on behalf of her sister. She felt a jumble of emotions in that moment: sadness, confusion, relief and happiness. Yet as seconds went by, she felt an overwhelming sense of calm through her, and clarity hit her. Turning around one more time, she looked intently into Jasper’s golden eyes.
“It’s been you the whole time, hasn’t it?”
Jasper seemed hesitant to explain, “I can control people’s emotions, but I’ve only ever used it on you as a way to calm you.”
“I’m not mad.” She responded instantly, leaning further into him, “But could you ask me for permission next time?”
“Oh,” he said, surprised by her response, “Of course, if that’s what you want me to do.”
Mitsuko nodded before turning back to look at her sister as her small smile drooped into a frown. Jasper stepped around and looked at her from the side. “What’s wrong?”
“Will I ever be able to be near my sister again?” She whispered to him in hopes he would be the only one to hear.
Yet it seemed since she was in the know about vampires, the Cullens had decided to drop all pretences. From the complete other side of the large circle the group had formed, Edward decided to speak up, “It might be for the best.”
“What kind of suggestion is that?” She yelled out once more, stepping forward; this time Jasper decided to let her go. “She’s my sister; you can’t just expect me to abandon her!”
“She’s a newborn,” Edward hissed at her as he stepped forward. “She’s at the strongest but most uncontrollable she will be as a vampire.”
Yet, Mitsuko wasn’t one to be pushed around, so she stepped closer. “We’re sisters; we’d never hurt each other.”
“It would take much; it wouldn’t even have to be on purpose.” Edward pushed closer, now fully encroaching on her space. “I mean, it wouldn’t even take me a second to kill you. Think what a newborn at full strength could do.”
Within a millisecond, Jasper was at Mitsuko's side, pulling her behind him as he growled furiously at Edward, “Who do you think you’re threatening?”
At the same time, Hoshiko yelled out, “Back away from my sister, arsehole!”
He stood his ground for a moment longer before the rapidly darkening look on Jasper’s face made him back away, but not before speaking again. “She needs to understand how dangerous this is.”
“I think she’s already well aware of that.” The blonde spoke in a dangerously measured tone, “Or are you forgetting what she’s already been through?”
Feeling overshadowed in the conversation, Mitsuko leaned around Jasper slightly to emphasise, “Not that it’ll work anyway.” Before she was gently pushed back again.
Edward continued to stare at Jasper for a moment longer, his eyes flicking to Mitsuko behind him, to which she decided to flip him off. By this point it was clear that the tension would not be diffused by any three of them, so Carlisle stepped forward.
“That’s enough,” he spoke firmly, but his face remained soft. “We have larger issues at hand; I see no reason for Hoshiko and Mitsuko to spend time together so long as one of us supervises.”
“Carlisle”. Edward pushed back at his creator.
“We welcomed Bella with open arms into this family.” He responded instead, “ I expect you to do the same for Mitsuko.”
“You can just call me Suki!” She called out from behind Jasper again, earning a bewildered smile from Carlisle before he spoke again.
“I expect you to do the same for Suki.” The girl in question smiled widely at his correction.
It was a moment before Edward finally conceded with a forced, “Fine.” Before he turned around and ran deep into the woods.
“Where the hell is he going?” Hoshiko asked with a confused tone.
“Probably to visit Bella,” Esme explained, “He stays with her most nights.”
Once Jasper deemed Edward far enough away, he turned around and lifted Mitsuko’s chin up so she was looking at him. “Are you okay there, darling?”
She was awestruck by his touch; his presence was so overwhelming to her, but all she wanted to do was step closer and breathe him in. Instead, her body shook from the cold, and she let out a small yawn. After sighing slightly at the fact she ruined a potential moment, she spoke, her voice quiet and clearly drained, “Tired.”
Jasper smiled again. She’d liked it when he smiled, especially when he smiled at her. God, she was tired.
“Yeah, I think we should get you home.” He spoke, reaching forward to place his hand against her forehead, and Mitsuko leaned forward into his freezing touch instantly.
“You’re so cold,” she shivered, yet before he pulled away, she reached forward and grabbed his hand. “No, no, no, it’s nice... you feel so nice."
Before she could run her mouth anymore, Jasper wrapped his arms around her before hoisting her up and carrying her back towards the silver car. "Right, let's get you in the car."
"M'kay," she said as she burrowed further into his chest and closed her eyes, sleep quickly taking over.
Carefully, Jasper opened the door to the car and was able to settle her in the front passenger seat. After making sure she was buckled in and draping his jacket over her sleeping form, he took his place in the driver's seat.
Before he could pull away, though, a knock on the window caused him to turn and come face to face with Hoshiko’s suspicious glare. With a neutral expression, Jasper rolled down the window and simply stared.
“I need you to promise me something,” she said firmly, before her face softened, “Take care of my sister.”
He answered without hesitation, “Always.”
When Snow Falls | F.O
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Summery: Valeria is forced to attend the 73rd Hunger Games' Opening Ball, maybe a certain blue eyed victor will make her a little happier she came.
TW: Attempted SA, Threats, Referenced SA
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It was the beginning of the 73rd Hunger Games, which also meant that today was the annual opening ball held before the Reapings occur. The highest in Capitol society attended, as did many previous victors; and by requirement, so did Valeria Snow.
As she walked through the ballroom doors, she immediately felt out of depth. She didn't normally attend these events; as a result, she had no idea what to do at them. She wasn't interested in the gossip of the Capitol's upper class, and she had nothing in common with any in attendance.
For quite some time she stood to the side of the grand room, close to the corner. She observed those around her and noticed that despite their extreme dresses and makeup, none of them actually stood out. They all just blended together as a kaleidoscope of fabrics and powder.
As Valeria stood there, she remembered the words her father had spoken to her during her dress fitting.
"I want you to actually speak to people tonight," he'd said firmly, "It's about time you made friends with people of your own stature."
Except, despite being a member of such a high-born family, she never enjoyed the company of her peers. Growing up, she always hated the attention she got just from her name being read out in every class she ever took.
Now she was of age; however, the attention now came from men who wanted the fame that came from marrying into the Snow family. It was why she avoided these events like the plague; those types of people practically filled the entire room.
She glanced hopefully over at the victor's table, only for her expression to fall when she realised Wattson wasn't in attendance. Without him there, she wouldn't dare approach them; the last time she attempted to speak with the others, they'd been polite, but it was clear they didn't want her near them. Her surname likely drew them away, although she wouldn't be surprised if her grandfather had warned them to stay away.
"What's a girl dressed like that doing without a line of men?" She turned to see Cinna; he'd designed the dress she was wearing. The older stylist had been working closely with Valeria since she was eighteen, but she knew deep down his true desire was to style for the games, to be able to make a real statement.
He'd done a phenomenal job. She was dressed in an elegant peach ball gown with a sweetheart neckline and draping sleeves, but the most unique feature was the waterfall of pink and white roses that cascaded down from the bodice to the skirt.
"Cinna, oh, I am so glad to see you!" She embraced him, careful not to cause any damage to the dress. "I'm sorry; I'm just not great at these things."
"Oh, don't worry, darling; I know this isn't your kind of scene."
"You're right about that. God, how do people do this?"
Cinna simply laughed in response before whispering, "I guess some people are better at pretending than others are."
"You could say that again."
"If you ever want to escape, I'll cover for you; just don't hurt the dress," he whispered before winking and walking away.
Valeria smiled to herself as she watched Cinna stroll away to speak to a group of stylists that had gathered to inspect each attendee's dresses. She let out a sigh as her eyes continued to wander from the stylists around the room inspecting each group to find a fit somewhere. Her friends didn't go to these events, and her grandfather had told her that she couldn't just rely on those she already knew; he wanted her to make connections.
She took a breath before walking further into the ballroom and moving towards a small group of women, their bodies covered in bright fabrics, several even covered their faces in various equally vibrant masks. One of the women noticed her moving towards them and whispered to the others before standing straighter than a flagpole and turning towards Valeria.
"Oh my dear, it's so lovely you could join us tonight."
Valeria remembered the girl in her academy, Slykie Moss, or 'Killy', as her friends liked to call her. She spoke like she knew Valeria personally, yet they'd never so much as glanced at each other before. Nevertheless, she replied as politely as she could, "Oh, well, it's my pleasure. Whoever planned this has done a wonderful job. It's beautiful."
"Oh, Alicia planned it!" She exclaimed, reaching behind her to pull the girl with midnight black hair forward. "This is Alicia Crane; you may have heard of her. Her brother's the head gamemaker this year. Can you believe it?"
"It's definitely incredible for them. You must be very proud of your brother."
"Ah yes, he's the pride of the family now," Alicia stated with her chin raised in the air before leaning and whispering to the group. "Now I'm not supposed to say this, but he's got some positively nefarious tricks for this year's games."
Excited giggles spread through the group while Valeria simply smiled awkwardly. She never understood why, but she never got the same excitement from the games others in the Capitol did. At least not after becoming close to Wattson.
Wattson Stein was the victor of the 64th Hunger Games, and four years ago on Valeria's eighteenth birthday, she had saved his life. Feeling a sense of duty for the victor, Valeria checked on him almost every day for three months afterwards. They'd become close friends ever since, although only in secret.
Now every time she watched the games, she couldn't help but picture her friend's sixteen-year-old self taking each tribute's place. So young and thrust into a game of death and fear.
"Oh Valeria, my dear, you must tell me, are the rumours true? You're District Four's newest escort?" Ophelia asked, breaking Valeria from her thoughts.
"Um... yes, it's true." She replied, "I'm very excited; I've never had the chance to visit Four before."
A woman with neon green hair scrunched her face in disgust before speaking, "Eugh, I imagine it smells like nothing but fish."
"Oh goodness, yes," Sylkie agreed with her friend. "Plus, I've heard the sea air is absolutely terrible for your hair."
"Well, I'm not so bad," Valeria tried to advocate on District 4's behalf. "After all, Finnick Odair is from there."
"Are you ladies gossiping about me?" A voice from behind her called, causing her to turn around. There was Finnick, the 'Capitol Darling', in all his glory. His stylist had surprisingly dressed him this time; instead of something outrageously revealing, he wore a suit similar to that of other capital attendees. It was a dark blue with intricate silver embroidery of waves crashing against a rockside, and the buttons were in the shape of silver seashells.
Behind her she heard the women whisper rapidly to one another, followed swiftly by high-pitched giggles. Ignoring them, Valeria took the initiative, and after a deep breath, stepped forward and greeted the victor, "Hello, Finnick, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm-"
"Valeria Snow," he interrupted, "Believe me, I'm aware of who you are."
Stepping in front of Finnick's view, almost blocking Valeria entirely, Sylkie excitedly asked Finance, "Are you aware she's District 4's newest escort for this year?"
"Well, what an honour it will be to have the Capitol princess visit my district." Finnick replied, a smirk spreading widely across his face; he then stepped around Sylkie carefully so he was facing Valerie once more.
In that moment as her golden brown eyes connected with Finnick's own ocean blue, Valeira couldn't help but inhale sharply. She'd never been this close to District 4's youngest victor before, and he was certainly striking.
His sandy blonde hair had been left reasonably untouched, allowing for his soft curls to frame his lightly tanned face. If Valeria could describe him, it would be the ocean personified.
As she continued to take in his appearance, Valeria's eyes moved back to focus on his face, more specifically his expression. His left eyebrow was raised slightly in a way that showed he was expecting something. It was only then that she realised he had spoken to her again, and she hadn't heard a single thing he said.
"Sorry?" She asked, cursing the heat in her cheeks, and a blush spread across her face.
Finnick chuckled slightly at her before repeating himself, "I said you look very pretty this evening."
Valeria knew he was simply being polite and his usual flirtatious self, but she still uttered a simple "Thank you" and smiled brightly. She was happy someone thought she looked good, especially since it was Cinna that had styled her.
"I suppose it would be wrong to compliment a lady and not ask her to dance."
The blonde raised her head to look at him in surprise to find his hand outstretched towards her. "You want to dance with me?" She couldn't help but ask; after all, she and Finnick had attended many of the same parties, and never before had he so much as spoken to her.
"Well, we will be getting to know each other a lot over the next few months; it seems only right," Finnick reasoned before tilting his head in a teasing expression, "You do know how to dance, right?"
"Yes, of course I know how to dance."
"Good," he said before grabbing her hand and leading her to the centre of the room. "So long as you don't step on my feet, we'll be just fine."
Finnick placed his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. In turn, Valeria moved her hand upwards towards his shoulder. They began a slow and gentle waltz to music softly playing; they glided across the floor and between the other couples. Valeria found it difficult to look anywhere but at Finnick; they were close enough to feel the breath of the other on their skin.
"Are you really excited to see four?" Finnick said so after a few minutes of them dancing in silence.
Valeria narrowed her eyes in suspicion, "How long were you eavesdropping on the conversation?"
"Long enough," he responded simply before pulling away and raising his left arm to gently twirl her around. Valeria couldn't help but giggle as her hair swished around her face before Finnick pulled her close once more. "Now are you going to answer my question?"
"Well, I've never seen the sea or even a beach, at least not a real one."
Finnick laughed before speaking, "So you became my district's escort because you wanted to see the beach?"
"No!" Valeria exclaimed, "I just... actually, can you keep a secret?"
"Princess, that's exactly what I deal in."
"Really?" She leaned back slightly to look up at him more clearly. "Seems like a bad business model."
"You'd be surprised at how much secrets are worth." Finnick answered vaguely with an air of mystery, as if he knew more than even Valeria about the underbelly of the Capitol.
"Capitol has lots of those," she couldn't help but murmur under her breath.
"Huh," Finnick laughed.
"What?"
"You're just..." he paused as he thought on what to say, "not exactly what I expected."
Valeria hummed in response before looking directly in his eyes, "And what did you expect?"
"Well, I don't think I should really tell you the truth." Finnick, he responded after a long minute of thought; it was clear on his face that he was being genuine.
Leaning slightly closer, Valeria whispered into his ear, "I thought we were sharing secrets, Odair."
He winked before continuing, "You've yet to tell me this big secret of yours."
"Oh right, I became an escort becau-" Valeria was able to continue as she was suddenly pulled away from Finnick, only to be faced with a clearly angry Johanna.
"Just what the fuck do you think you are doing?" She refused to release Valeria's wrist, holding her in place.
"I'm sorry, we were just dancing..." She was confused; why was it such an issue to dance with Finnick? She'd seen him dance many times before at other events with several women.
"Don't play dumb with me; you know exactly what I'm talking about."
"Johanna, stop." Finnick began to step in to try to pull her away. "You know who she is; this is only going to end badly—"
"No Finnick, who she is, is exactly my problem." She was continuously glaring at the girl opposite her. "They're all the same."
While Johanna and Finnick continued their exchange, the latter now whispering harshly to the District 7 victor, Valeria looked around and realised that all eyes were on her. The women she had spoken to just minutes before were smirking at her embarrassment and had begun to whisper to each other. Another glance, and she found the other victors looking at her with the same hatred she saw in Johanna's eyes. She continued to look around as her breath slowly left her, as the sound began to fade out until there was only a dull buzzing.
This feeling was building and building, and it was only when she felt the tears begin to well that she suddenly moved into action. With a strength completely unknown to her, Valeria wrenched her hand from the victor's grasp and sprinted out the ballroom's door.
She ran from the ballroom, needing peace to think after the accusation from Johanna, the glares of the other tributes, and the whispers of the crowds. She still didn't understand what had occurred or even why.
She moved quickly to the other side of the manor she was in, finding a sitting room that was empty. She closed the door behind her before moving to the glass doors on the opposite side of the room; it led to one of the smaller balconies that looked out onto the manor's extravagant gardens. Despite being one of the most famous people attending tonight, she couldn't have been more alone as she leaned over the small balcony. No one would bother her here, and she was far enough from the ballroom that she could no longer hear the music.
God, she hated the Capitol; if she could, she'd move far away. As she stared into the night sky, the stars barely visible from the various lights throughout the Capitol, she thought of her childhood dream of moving from Panem to have a peaceful life for her and her siblings and never having to attend a ball like this again.
Behind her the door to the balcony creaked open, and Valeria quickly turned to see who it was; it was an older man, likely a friend of her father's. His bright pink hair was gelled back, and his equally pink moustache was finely groomed; the only thing out of place was the opened and half-empty bottle in his hand. He stumbled onto the balcony, squinting as he looked around; it didn't seem he had noticed she was there, and Valeria was planning to quickly move away until he suddenly locked his eyes onto her.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? What is a fine lady like yourself doing so far from the party?"
"I'm sorry?" She exclaimed in disgust, Not only was this man drunk enough that Valeria could smell him from across the balcony, but he was clearly over double her age, possibly even older than her father.
"Oh, don't be like that, dear." He smiled widely before approaching her. "A girl dressed like that is asking for at least a little attention."
Whether he didn't recognise who she was or simply didn't care, this strange man made his intention very clear through that one sentence, and Valeria instantly felt a sense of fear wash over her. Trying to diffuse the situation, she simply smiled politely and responded, "Well, apologies, but it's not the kind of attention I think you're offering."
"Hmm, I like them feisty; please keep talking."
"Sorry, but I think someone is looking for me, so we're done here." Valeria tried to move around the man to exit the balcony, but he suddenly grabbed her arm and pushed her against the balcony rail.
"What do you think you're doing?" She tried to push him away, but he held her firmly in place.
"Now I wouldn't fight too hard if I were you." He moved his hand towards her neck to hold her in place, forcing her to look at him. "See, I was a peacekeeper back in my prime, and I've seen plenty of pretty girls like you out in the districts, so I know what to do when a pretty little thing puts up a fight."
"My grandfather is President Snow... Touch me and... you'll regret it..."
He just laughed into her face; the smell of alcohol was making her feel sick. His other hand was wrapped around her waist, squeezing her tightly. She couldn't breathe, and her mind was starting to shut down. There didn't seem to be a way out of this. As he leaned in to whisper in her ear, his hand on her neck was slowly moving down. "Don't worry; it won't hurt after a while."
He grabbed her dress by the front and pulled, ripping her bodice down the middle and revealing her undergarments. She never felt more naked as the cold air chilled her exposed body and tears streamed down her face. She moved her hand in front of her and tried to push him away, but he was stronger than she was and moved to restrain her arms. With her hands restrained behind her, she decided to close her eyes, afraid to see what would happen to her.
It was then Valeria felt a rush of air as the pressure against her body was pulled away from her; she heard a scuffle before she opened her eyes. It was Finnick who had pulled that man away from her and had seemingly knocked him out with the lamp he still held in his hand.
"Finnick?" She spoke in a hoarse voice, her throat still sore from being gripped so hard.
He turned to look at her before placing the lamp back down on the small table. He began to walk towards her but quickly stopped. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"H-how did you..." She began to question, looking back down at the pink-haired man now laid prone on the floor. "W-hat?"
"Valeria," he spoke firmly, making her eyes focus on him once again, "I need to know if you're okay."
"Yeah... I'm okay," Valeria responded, stunned hearing him say her name, "Thank you for... doing that."
"It's fine." They were both out of breath from the surge of adrenaline. Valeria quickly realised her chest was still exposed and moved her arms in front of her. Finnick slowly moved his way towards her.
"Do you want my jacket?" He had already taken it off and was holding it towards her. She took it from his grasp slowly before pushing her arms in and holding it tight to cover her chest.
"Thank you so much." She smiled at him softly before looking down at her dress, and her lips moved to frown.
"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned.
"He ruined Cinna's dress, and I thought it was so beautiful. What am I going to tell him?" Her voice was high-pitched, almost a whine, and she desperately tried to bring the fabric of her corset back together again.
For a moment Finnick was silent as a stunned expression crossed his face before it fell into a look of genuine kindness. "I'm sure he'll be more than understanding."
"You think?"
He smiled softly and nodded, "Yeah, I think so?"
Valeria smiled before looking to her left and seeing that man still unconscious on the floor; her anxiety began to creep up again, afraid that he may wake up suddenly.
"Do you want to come with me?" Finnick spoke up as if sensing her growing anxiety. Turning back to him, Valeria noticed he was watching her carefully.
"Where?" She sniffed out before wiping tears from her eyes.
He took another step closer, holding his hand out for her to take. "Just away from here, we can find another empty room to sit in."
"But you'll miss the party."
"Believe me, that'll be a blessing." He smiled softly at her, which she returned in kind. She took the hand that he held out towards her and allowed him to lead her out of the room.
They moved further down the hall until what they both agreed was a long enough distance and opened the door closest, which, luckily, led to an empty room. It was a simple sitting room similar to the one before, only this one didn't have any balcony attached. Two ornate sofas faced each other, which Finnick and Valeria chose to sit on. As they faced each other, they began to relax, and they sat contently in the other's presence.
"Why did..." She trailed off, thinking carefully about her question.
"Why did I help you?" Finnick finished her thought for her.
"Yes"
"I'm not a monster, Valeria," he muttered to her, "and you don't deserve that... no one does."
"Well, thank you; I think you probably saved my life."
"Don't mention it." He smiled softly before changing to a look of mock sternness. "Where were your guards, anyway?"
"My what?"
"Guards. Would've thought the president's precious grandchild would have some kind of protection."
"I requested not to have any tonight. I find it a bit suffocating, having someone breathing down your neck the whole night," Valeria responded before looking down in embarrassment, "Although I can see now that was a bad idea."
Finnick couldn't help but let out a sarcastic chuckle, "You might be right about that." And then his face suddenly grew serious, "Don't do that again."
Caught off guard by his intensity, Valeria struggled to form a sentence before blurting out, "Why do you care what I do?"
He seemed genuinely stunned by her impulsive question, as if he didn't understand why she asked it in the first place. Shaking his head, Finnick schooled his expression and shrugged, "You're better than Four's last escort; if anything happens to you, who knows who I'd be stuck with next?"
"Careful," she responded sarcastically, "someone might think you actually like me."
"Oh, we don't have to worry about that, Miss Snow." He replied equally as sarcastic as the blonde sitting in front of him.
"Just call me Valeria." She responded quickly, looking him dead in his bright blue eyes.
Instead of looking away from her intense eye contact, Finnick leant forward, bringing their faces closer together, his eyes never moving from hers. "Alright, Valeria, you can call me Finnick."
"I was already doing that."
"Well, now you have my permission." After he spoke, he smiled again, but it wasn't a bright smile like all the others he made that night; this was different. Valeria would even dare to think it seemed genuine.
It was that moment Valeria realised that the Finnick she knew was never real; like most things in the Capitol, it was perfectly crafted to appease a specific audience. She also realised that she liked the version of Finnick she was seeing; he seemed brighter. If she thought he shone on cameras before, he was like the sun now.
A few moments later the spell was broken when the doors to the room Finnick had hidden her away in slammed open. The Victor stood at the loud sound and instinctively moved so he stood in front of Valeria, who was still sitting on the couch, staring wide-eyed at the now open door.
"Where in God's name have you been?" The man said immediately as he stepped further into the room.
Breaking out of her shock, Valeria quickly stood from her seat and moved around Finnick. The Victor began to move again to block her movements, causing her to speak up, "It's fine, Finnick; this is Blaze, one of my family's bodyguards."
"You were told to stay inside the ballroom." Blaze began to rant at Valeria furiously, "How is it your younger siblings can follow instructions but you evidently can't?"
She spluttered slightly at his words, trying to figure out what to say before deciding to be defensive. "Are you allowed to speak to me that way?"
"I've known you since you were still in diapers and shuffling around on your butt; I've put up with your antics far too long to care about how I should speak to you." His face remained serious, but the left corner of his mouth twitched slightly, which was as close to a smile as Valeria would ever get.
"You make a good point." Valeria sighed, "Are we leaving now? Is that why you came for me?"
"Yeah, the car's waiting outside for us, and it's getting pretty late."
She turned to her left where Finnick was standing. "You need a lift home at all?"
"Oh" He seemed surprised at her offer, breaking his eye focus on analysing the stranger in front of him. "I'm alright, but thank you."
"Are you sure? I can ask them to stop by your apartment or wherever you're staying." She pressed further, feeling a sense of responsibility for the man who'd saved her less than an hour earlier.
Finnick smiled gratefully at her before nodding, "Yeah, don't worry; I have an appointment to go to anyway."
That made Valeria's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "It's almost ten o'clock; isn't that a bit late to have an appointment?"
Instead of answering her question, Finnick swallowed nervously as his expression darkened for a fraction of a second before softening again. "You should get home; you must be tired."
She tried to protest as Finnick stepped away from her, allowing for Blaze to grasp her arm and escort her out of the room. Turning back around as she crossed the doorway, her eyes focused on his own for as long as she could.
As Blaze led Valeria down the halls and into the sleek white car waiting in front of the front steps, her thoughts raced as she played back her entire interaction with Finnick, from their first dance to sitting next to each other in a small side room.
Back in that small side room, Finnick was still standing where Valeria had left him. It seemed that his mind was still catching up to what had just happened. Did he really just spend a night with President Snow's granddaughter?
Not only did he spend a night with her, but somehow within that one night Valeria had managed to shift his entire perception of her on its head. His mind then focused on her golden curls, how they gently fell from her shoulder in a waterfall, and how they faintly smelt of roses. In fact, Valeria smelt entirely of roses.
This time a knock on the door broke him from his thoughts, and he glanced up to find Alicia Crane leaning against it, looking at him with deep desire.
"I've been looking for you, Odair." She said in a sickly sultry tone, "You promised me a night of passion, so let's not waste any more time."
With a subtle resigned sigh, he plastered his trademark dazzling smile on and followed her out of the room.
Back outside, Valeria was fully settled in the car and was now staring out the window as it set off. Yet, even as they went separate ways, both knew that this night was the most memorable night they'd ever lived in the Capitol.
When Snow Falls | Masterlist
Valeria Snow is the 'Princess of the Capitol', as the oldest granddaughter of the infamous President Snow she's lived her entire life trying to make a reputation of her own. After she's assigned as the newest escort for District 4, she finds her life shifting completely off course especially after she becomes closer to the famous Finnick Odair.
Act I. Spring || Playlist I. The Opening Ball
Trust | Lyutsifer Safin x Reader
Masterlist | Part 4 to "Cherry" | Previous
After finally recovering, Y/N feels angry by Lyutsifer cold demeanour towards, that and his clear lack of trust means they quickly find themselves coming to blows. When Y/N seeks solitude elsewhere, things only escalate.
Warnings: Poison, Mentions of vomiting, Men being creepy, Attempted SA, Blood, Death
AN: Y/N Is just really emotionally confused in this chapter, but honestly can you blame her?
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Y/N had been on Lyutsifer’s Island for just over a week now; after finally being signed off by the doctor, she found herself wandering through the halls of the large complex.
As she walked through the expansive corridors, the sound of her footsteps echoing slightly in the silence, she was surprised by the lack of other people around. It was almost ghostly how empty the space was.
Eventually she stumbled upon what appeared to be a large garden. Greenery covered the floors, and several plants grew around the room, a large circular pool of water placed in the centre.
She was so entranced by the beauty of the flora that she started to reach out and touch one of the plants, completely oblivious to their potentially dangerous nature.
But just as her hand was about to brush against one of its leaves, a voice cut through the room, stopping her. “I wouldn’t touch that one if I were you.”
Her hand froze in place inches from the plant's flora; turning towards him, she asked, "Why not?"
Lyutsifer leaned casually against a nearby pillar, his dark eyes watching her with amused interest. "It's poisonous," he explained casually, a smirk playing on his lips. "One touch and you'd be feeling the effects within minutes.”
"What does it do?"
He pushed himself off of the pillar and sauntered towards her, his steps slow and unhurried. "A few of the symptoms you'd feel are nausea, vomiting, and abdominal pain,” he listed off, his voice cool and casual, as if discussing something very mundane.
"Oh, and a rapid heart rate," he added, his smirk growing, "just to list a few."
At his list, Y/N finally pulled her hand away, letting it rest at her side, watching as he approached. He finally stopped in front of her, his gaze fixed on her face. He looked amused at her reaction to his list of symptoms, his smirk still present.
"Still eager to touch everything?" he teased, tilting his head slightly to the side.
"What kind of garden is this?" she asked, glancing around the garden.
"A poisonous one," he responded, his tone matter-of-fact. "But also medicinal. Many of these plants have very useful properties as long as they're used correctly."
"Why do you have a poisonous garden?" She asked with a bemused expression on her face, "Is this how you made that drug?"
He smiled at her question, an almost sinister smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "I have many gardens here," he explained, his voice low and steady. "This is just one of them. And as for the drug, it was a simple matter of extracting the right components from the right plants."
"Where have you been?" Y/N asked unexpectedly, surprising even herself, "The doctor cleared me three days ago, but I haven't seen you in over a week."
He narrowed his eyes slightly at her question, not expecting it. His expression remained as stoic as ever, but there was a hint of surprise in his gaze.
"I've been busy," he replied simply, his tone betraying nothing. "I have many responsibilities and duties that take up much of my time."
"And what duties are those?" She couldn’t help but interrogate him; she was still an MI5 agent after all.
He arched an eyebrow slightly at her question, his eyes fixating on her face. For a brief moment, there was no response. Just a silent, intense stare.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low and even. "The kind that you have no need to know about," he replied, his tone firm but not without a hint of warning.
Stepping forward, Y/N challenged him with a hard stare, “You don't trust me."
"Trust," he said, his tone tinged with a hint of bitterness, "is not easily given or earned.”
"Yet you expected me to trust you." Y/N's eyes flared slightly as she spoke, suddenly angered by his coldness towards her despite everything that happened the night he saved her. “That night, I was expected to go with you without question.”
"Circumstances were different," he retorted firmly, his voice cold and commanding. "You would have died that night if I hadn't intervened. I had no choice but to bring you here. I had to make you trust me."
"And now?" she asked forcefully, "If you don't trust me, why am I still here?"
His gaze shifted at her question, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he said nothing, his eyes fixed on her face. Then he spoke, his voice firm and steady. "I have my reasons," he answered cryptically. "Let's leave it at that."
That angered her even more; she wasn't a damsel in distress and wouldn't just follow him blindly, "Just give me a straight fucking answer."
Lyutsifer’s expression darkened at her anger, his eyes narrowing as he considered her. There was a hint of irritation now in his gaze, but he kept his tone even.
"Your life is still in danger," he explained, his voice firm but not without a trace of fatigue. "The people who sent those men after you still want you dead. As long as they're after you, I can't just let you go."
"In case you've forgotten, I am a trained agent for MI5. I. can. handle. myself."
"Clearly not well enough," he retorted, his voice sharp. His words stung, their meaning clear. He was not just talking about the other night but her skills as an agent in general.
“If you distrust me this much, why even save me? You would've saved yourself a lot of trouble if you'd let them kill me."
For a brief moment, his expression faltered as he looked at her. There was something in his eyes, a flicker of an emotion that he quickly snuffed out.
"I don't trust anyone," he responded simply. "And I have my reasons for everything I do, as I just stated. My reasons for saving you, my reasons for keeping you here. You may not understand or agree with them, but they are not up for debate, and the topic is closed."
"Fuck this." She simply muttered and turned around to walk away.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice cool and commanding.
"For a fucking walk!" she yelled at him, turning around to look at him, fury evident in her eyes, "Or do you not trust me enough to do that?"
Her sudden outburst took him aback for a brief moment. His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression hardening again.
"A walk is fine." His tone was firm, with a hint of warning. "Just don't try anything, understand? I have people watching you closely. And if you try to escape, there will be consequences.”
"Noted." And with that, she walked out of the garden and back down the long hallways of the compound. She walked and walked until she knew she was far away from that garden, far away from him.
Finally, Y/N stopped on a balcony that overlooked the sea. To be honest, it was probably more of a lookout than a balcony, but she would take what she could get. Leaning against the concrete half-wall, she let out a long breath before closing her eyes and taking in the feel of the sea air hitting her face.
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything?” A voice suddenly broke her peace, causing her to whip her head around.
She didn’t recognise the man in front of her, but his uniform seemed to show he was a guard here; nevertheless, Y/N was still on edge. “Can I help you?” Y/N asked with narrowed, suspicious eyes.
"Just doing my rounds," he replied, his voice casual but tinged with a hint of arrogance. His eyes lingered on her a tad bit too long, almost as if he was appraising her.
“Well, I’m happy to report that there’s nothing of interest out here, just the sea.” Y/N replied, her body rigid, and she assessed the man in front of her.
He chuckled lightly at her response, his smirk growing and his gaze becoming even more appraising.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked, stepping closer to her and leaning against the half-wall as well. His body was only inches from hers, too close for comfort.
“Actually,” she spoke with determination, “I’m done here; anywhere, it’s all yours.” Y/N slid out from where he’d trapped her against the wall and moved back to the door.
As she moved to walk past him, he reached out and caught her arm, stopping her from leaving. His grip was firm, but not too tight.
"Where are you going in such a rush?" he asked, his voice almost playful now. "Thought you'd be enjoying the view a bit longer."
“If you know what’s good for you,” She warned him with a glare, “You’ll let go of my arm.”
His expression changed to one of mock hurt, the smirk never leaving his lips. "Feisty one, aren't you?" he remarked with a chuckle. "But I doubt you're in any position to make threats.”
Despite her warning, he didn't loosen his grip on her arm. If anything, he pulled her closer, closing the distance between them. In an instant, Y/N's expression changed into something dangerous, and they moved quickly and kneed him right in the crotch.
He staggered back with a sharp yelp of pain, his grip on her arm loosening. "You—ah... you little—" he wheezed out, his hand going down to clutch his crotch as he hunched over.
“I did warn you.” Was all she said.
He grunted and finally righted himself, his face a mask of anger and pain. "You'll—ahh—you'll regret that," he gritted out, glaring at her with a mix of anger and surprise.
Not waiting around, Y/N bolted into the doorway and away from the balcony, seeking the refuge of her assigned room. Yet the man had somehow managed to regain composure quickly and was following closely behind her.
She could hear his heavy footsteps echo behind her as she ran, his pursuit hot and relentless. Despite the fact she had a bit of a head start, he was catching up quickly.
Slamming the door to her room open, she nearly leaped inside, turning around to try and close the door behind her. But the guard was too close on her heels and managed to catch the door just as she was closing it, pushing it back with all his might and forcing his way into her room. He locked the door behind him with a loud click.
“You little fucking bitch,” as the guard spoke, he pushed her harshly towards her bed, “I’m gonna teach you a lesson.”
Y/N scrambled around blindly as she desperately looked for something to defend herself with when her hand brushed against something cold. It was a letter opener, albeit decorative, but Y/N knew it was sharp enough.
Blindly she swung it against him, managing to stab him in the neck. Eyes cold as she watched the man above begin to bleed rapidly, he struggled for a moment and pulled the object out, which only served to cover Y/N in his blood. Eventually, though, his struggling slowed, and he collapsed on top of her dead.
Y/N tried to push him off her, yet her adrenaline was wearing off now, and it wasn’t easy to push someone twice her size off her, especially when they were a literal dead weight.
Suddenly the door was thrown open; Lyutsifer took in the scene before him in one sweeping glance. His eyes landed on Y/N first, taking in her dishevelled appearance and the blood splattered across her clothes. On top of her lay the crumpled form of one of his guards, a letter opener protruding from his neck and a growing pool of blood surrounding his lifeless body.
Lyutsifer’s expression darkened as he took a step closer, his voice low and dangerous. "What in the world..." he began, his eyes flashing as they flicked from Y/N to the guard and back again. "Y/N, what happened here?" he demanded, his tone leaving no room for evasion.
“Just get him off of me, please.” She managed to say with gritted teeth, refusing to explain anything until she could breathe again.
The anger from before was back again. “What happened is your trusted guard attacked me and followed me into my room to do probably exactly what I thought he was going to do.” She spoke quickly; her eyes glared at him. “How can I trust you when these are the men that work for you?”
Her emotions were in overdrive, and all she could think about was the conversation they’s had earlier in the garden, how Safin had demanded her trust yet refused to trust her in return. It was the reason she had walked away, the reason she had ended up on that balcony in the first place.
Safin listened to her, his expression darkening further with each word. A strange mix of anger and something else flickered in his eyes as he took in the scene before him. His gaze lingered on the discarded letter opener, its blade still stained with the guard's blood, before returning to Y/N.
When she finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, his jaw clenched tightly. Finally, he looked at her, his voice flat and emotionless. "You realise you've just killed one of my men."
"He deserved it," she spoke coldly, sitting up now to face him.
He raised an eyebrow at her, his gaze sharp. "Deserved it, did he? And who are you to decide that?" His tone was calm, but there was a dangerous edge to it. He took another step closer to her, closing the distance between them.
"He would've done worse to me," Y/N replied without hesitation, "At least I didn't prolong his suffering."
"You should have run," he said finally, his voice low and even. "Come to me as soon as he started following you."
She bristled slightly at his words, sitting up straighter, “As I've said before, I can fucking handle myself."
"And look where that got you," he retorted with a hint of sarcasm. "You may think you can handle yourself, but clearly, you're in over your head."
"If you had just trusted me, then I wouldn't be in this situation in the first place."
Safin clenched his jaw at her words, a flash of anger passing across his features. He took another step closer to her, towering over her now, his gaze intense and icy.
"Trust?" he repeated, his voice full of scepticism. "You expect me to just trust you after everything that’s happened?"
"Honestly at this point either trust me or just kill me." Y/N spoke with a sigh, completely tired of reiterating the same argument again.
Her words hung in the room; the silence that followed was deafening. His gaze was intense, his eyes searching hers. For a moment, he didn't move, then he sighed heavily.
"You're not making this easy, you know that?" His tone was softer now, but he was still in control. "It's not that simple."
His expression was unreadable. He stared at her for a moment, as if trying to decide how to respond. Then, finally, he spoke. "That kiss was a mistake." His voice was firm, but he didn't sound entirely convinced of his own words.
"That...was a moment of weakness," he admitted, his voice low.
He was caught off guard by her bluntness. His expression shifted, revealing a hint of surprise, before he quickly masked it with a stoic expression.
"That...was a moment of weakness," he admitted, his voice low.
“What about now?"
His expression softened minutely at her question, but he was still guarded, still in control. He took a step closer to her, closing the distance between them.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice soft but with a hint of warning.
Instead of answering, she leaned forward, slamming her blood-coated lips against his own. She felt him freeze momentarily, his eyes widening in surprise at her bold move. But he didn't pull away or push her away, his lips responding to hers with a fervour that matched hers. The taste of her blood, mixed with the heat of their kiss, was intoxicating.
Pulling away, she smirked when he subconsciously leaned forward, following her, “Was that a mistake?”
Lyutsifer caught himself just in time, his expression faltering briefly. His eyes flicked to her bloody lips before returning to her gaze, his expression now a mix of desire and something else.
"No," he admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was no mistake."
She was still leaned in close enough that as she spoke, her breath grazed against his scarred skin, "If I asked you to trust me, would you?"
He was silent for a moment, contemplating the idea before speaking. "It's not that simple," his voice cautious. "I've given you enough leeway already.”
Irritated to the point of exhaustion, she sighed dramatically before pulling away from him completely. Shuffling off the bed, Y/N stood and began to walk away in the direction of the ensuite bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Lyutsifer called out, his voice betraying a hint of annoyance.
"I'm not going to sleep with someone that doesn't trust me." She answered like it was obvious, "Besides, I need to wash this blood off of me."
"You can't just walk away from me," he called out after her. His words were sharp, but there was an underlying current of something else in his tone. We're not done here."
When Y/N spoke again, her voice was softer now, more resigned to her fate, "I think you've made yourself very clear, Doctor Safin." Stepping back, she held the door to the bathroom ready to close it, "But if you're still here when I'm done, I'd like to discuss going home."
He didn't respond for a moment, his gaze fixed on her, his expression unreadable. But when she spoke about leaving, his eyes darkened perceptively.
"You're not going anywhere," he stated firmly. "Not until I know you're safe."
"I'm not the type of person that overstays a welcome, Lyutisifer," her voice remained soft under his dark expression, "I know when I'm not welcome."
His gaze hardened, the muscles in his jaw tightening as she spoke. He was not used to being defied, especially not by someone he had taken such an interest in.
"It's not about overstaying your welcome," he retorted, his voice low and commanding. "It's about your own safety."
While she didn't respond, Y/N couldn't help but flicker her eyes to the body of the man that had attacked her. Whose blood she now had to wash off.
Safin followed her gaze to the body of the now very dead guard. His eyes flicked back to her, noticing the blood staining her clothes. His expression hardened further as he realised the severity of what happened.
"That should've never happened," he said, his voice flat. His tone implied that he wasn't so much concerned about her being attacked as he was about the fact this had happened under his watch.
"I want to go home..."
He took a step towards her, his expression softening ever so slightly.
"And I want you to be safe." His voice was still firm, but there was a hint of something else, something that sounded like... concern?
"I..." She hesitated, her bottom lip being pulled between her teeth before she spoke, "I can't trust you..."
"And yet you still kissed me." His voice was flat, almost bored, but there was an undercurrent of irritation beneath it.
"You were right..." Y/N spoke, feeling more vulnerable than she ever had in her life, her voice choked with emotion, "This was a mistake." And with those final words, she closed the bathroom door.
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Inked up | Fem! Y/N x Josh Washington *Smut*
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It's spring break, which means Y/N can finally show off the lower back tattoo she got months ago. Josh surely isn't going to complain, especially not when it's paired with such a tight Bikini. (WC: 5999 ) Warnings: Smut, AFAB! Reader, Alcohol, Dom!Josh, Dom/Sub vibes, Deep throat, Face fucking, Brief Slap, Tattoo Kink, kinda PWP, Pet Names, NOT BETA READ.
AN: Tattoo design isn't specified so it can be what ever you want.
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When Hannah had discussed getting a tattoo with Y/N, the Washington girl had expressed an understandable nervousness about getting anywhere near a needle for a long period of time. Which was why Y/N, as her close friend, had volunteered to go with her and also get a tattoo.
They weren’t matching tattoos by any means, but Y/N and Hannah both liked that it was an experience the two of them had shared together. Yet, it seemed no one else had really noticed that the Washington girl wasn’t the only one inked up.
Sam had, of course, come for moral support, as had Beth, but other than the four of them, no one else knew. However, this was mostly because of the placement of the Y/N new tattoo.
See, unlike Hannah, who had chosen her right arm, Y/N was afraid of what her parent would think, and so she had made the decision to tattoo her lower back. Essentially, Y/N was now the proud owner of a 'tramp stamp'.
She wasn’t ashamed of it by any means; she thought the design was beautiful and would’ve happily shown it off to her friends if she hadn’t gotten it in the middle of winter. Instead the intricate ink work was hidden under layers of fabric to fight off the frigid climate outside.
Eventually, though the cold winter nights passed, and after a few months, it was time for spring break. Now as she sat upstairs in the Washingtons beachside house in Florida, a small, selfish part of her couldn’t have felt more lucky to be friends with the richest people in their town.
When it came to spring break, all illusions of modesty went completely out the window. Ninety percent of the men went shirtless while girls simply went out in bikinis, which is exactly what Y/N planned to do.
“What the hell is that?!” Y/N whipped around from where she was looking in the mirror and looked over at Emily, who was busy trying to look around her.
“What’s what?” She asked genuinely, not sure what the dark-haired girl was talking about.
Emily looked at her like she was stupid, replying like the answer was obvious, “Erm, I’m talking about the tattoo that’s suddenly appeared on your lower back.”
Y/N blinked as understanding came over her. Turning her head, she looked at her back through the mirror and realised her bikini felt low enough that the tattoo was fully exposed for the first time since she’d gotten it. Shrugging, she turned back to her friend and spoke.
“Oh yeah, I got it done at the same time as Han, just in a harder-to-see location.”
“So, you’ve just had this the whole time,” Her friend continued to question, “And just… didn’t think to mention it?”
“I don’t think a small tattoo on my back is life-changing information,” Y/N reasoned, “So it wasn’t something I found important to share.”
“Share what?” Jessica asked as she entered the room, clad in a skin-tight pink floral bikini.
Emily turned to her best friend and pointed briefly to Y/N before speaking, “Y/N has a tattoo, a tramp stamp to be specific.”
This perked Jess’ interest to immediately move over to her friend, “Oooo, let me see,” she said, followed swiftly by, “Oh my god, that looks really cute.” When the blonde had actually seen the bit of ink.
Y/N smiled appreciatively at her friend before turning back to the mirror and adjusting her bikini top one final time before looking back at the girls. “Is everyone else already downstairs?”
“Yes, so we better hurry before they get bored and leave without us.” Em spoke as she swiftly grabbed Y/N by her arm and led her out of the room and downstairs, Jessica following behind them.
Everyone else was already in the main living room. Matt was sitting on the floor next to Mike and Josh, laughing at some stupid video the two had found while Beth was sitting in an armchair talking to Hannah. Sam had her eyes locked on the TV, watching the game on the screen, her attention turning towards the sound of footsteps descending from the stairs.
“Alright bitches, let’s fucking party.” Emily announced as she confidently made her way into the living room, still pulling Y/N behind her.
Mike and Josh were the first in the small group to stand up; Mike was the one to speak up, “Bout time y'all got down here.” He joked in a mocking southern accent as he picked up a bottle of beer that was on the coffee table before taking a sip.
Josh, on the other hand, made his way over to Y/N and smiled at her genuinely, “You look… wow.”
Y/N simply giggled and gave a little playful slow twirl to show off her ‘outfit.’. “Thanks, Sam helped me pick it out.”
However, as she twirled, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her waist to hold her in place. Y/N then felt another hand reach down to softly trace the tattoo on her lower back, causing her to shiver slightly.
“How long have you had that for?” Josh couldn’t help but ask, his typical smug smirk spread across his face.
“Got it at the same time as Hannah.” She replied as she pulled away from his touch, suddenly feeling very sensitive in that area.
He chuckled to himself as he watched her suddenly shiver from his touch; it wasn’t a secret to anyone that it was a sensitive area, and that just made it even more fun to him.
“I can’t believe you just hid a tattoo like this from me all year.” He gave her a mock serious look, a sly smirk on his lips, “I’m appalled, how could you?”
“I didn’t do it intentionally,” Y/N bit back, “I wasn’t about to walk around in low-cut jeans and crop tops all winter.”
He laughed brightly and took another swig of his beer before leaning in a little close, “Fair enough, but does that mean I’m gonna get to see it all the time now that you’ve revealed the secret to the world?”
“Ha, you wish.”
He gave her a wide smile, “You bet I do.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully and pulled away.
Before Y/N could react to that, however, Chris and Ashley had emerged from the beach house’s kitchen. As Chris entered the room, he exclaimed dramatically, “Alright party people, let’s get this show on the road.
Matt was the first to respond to Chris, and while he may not have been as dramatic about it as Chris, he still let out an excited holler. “Yeah! Time to go get wasted!”
And soon, after several other shouts of excitement, the group made their way out of the house and straight onto the beach. The beach in front of the Washington’s house was already swarmed with college kids, equally if not more scarily clad than Y/N’s tight two-piece.
The smell of alcohol and weed permeated the air, and music blared from several speakers that were linked to the stage where a DJ was jamming away on.
“Remember to at least stick in pairs,” Sam maturely said before grabbing Hannah and Beth’s hand and almost running off into the crowd in search of a good drink.
Josh smiled brightly as he watched his sisters having fun with Sam for a moment before turning his gaze back to Y/N. “Wanna go find a drink?”
“Definitely.”
With her reply, Josh started to walk to the makeshift bar that was set up by the other side of the beach, his hand finding the small of her back to lead her into the crowd of people.
“So what do you want to drink then?” He asked as he guided them towards the bar.
As the pair reached the bar, he gave her a small nod and turned to the man running the stand, pulling out a ten-dollar bill as he spoke, “We'll have two shots... something strong.”
The moment he said the word shots, the guy nodded and started to pour them out two shots and handed them both to Josh, who took them both and offered one to Y/N, “Here yah go.”
“Thanks,” She smiled at him before downing the drink. As the liquid hit the back of the throat, she could help but cough slightly, “Well, it’s definitely strong.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle as she spoke, and he turned to request another two shots, which the guy filled without delay.
“Y’know I had a feeling you were gonna say that.” He told her as he once again handed her a glass before taking the other for himself, “Ready?”
Y/N winced slightly as she remembered the burning sensation she’d felt just moments before, but it was spring break, and she wanted to get as drunk as possible. So, she picked up her glass and gently hit it against Josh’s, “Ready.”
This time, however, when Y/N downed her shot, her throat forgot to close properly, and she found herself choking as the burning liquid hit the back of her throat. Tears rolled down her cheek as she subconsciously gripped onto Josh’s arm for support.
Josh’s eyes widened slightly as he suddenly felt her grip his arm, “Oh—“ He started to say but stopped as he saw her struggling to breathe, panicking slightly.
“Hey, just breathe,” he said as he quickly put both their glasses onto the bar. “Take a second to breathe.”
When she finally got a breath back, Y/N gently patted him on the arm, “S-sorry, just went down the wrong way.”
He looked at her as he saw she was alright and let out a small laugh, his hand resting gently on her back, “It’s alright, just don’t do that again. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do if I have to perform the Heimlich.”
The smile grew wider on his lips, realising he had his hand on her lower back, right by her tattoo. Yet, before he had the chance to pull away, Y/N shifted her feet and leaned into his touch.
The moment he felt her relax and lean into his touch, he found himself unable to stop himself, letting out a small sound at her touch as his fingers lightly traced the tattoo on her lower back.
It was only when the man at the bar spoke, asking if they wanted another drink, that he reluctantly snapped out of it and quickly pulled his hand away. “Maybe we shouldn’t get any more,” he said. “The beach isn’t a nice place to vomit.”
"Let's go dance then."
Josh looked back to her as she spoke, a large smile on his lips, “That’s a dangerous proposition.”
He smirked coyly, “You sure you trust me enough to not have my hands all over you?”
Y/N stepped forward, a smirk growing on her face. "Maybe I want you too..."
As she stepped forward and spoke, Josh’s eyes locked with her own, his smirk growing even wider as his heart started to beat even faster. He couldn’t resist the temptation any longer, his hand running down her lower back once again, stopping when he reached the edge of her bikini.
“In that case, I won’t hold myself back.”
"Come on then..." she said before pulling away and disappearing into the crowd.
Josh took a second as she left to watch her walk away, a smile on his lips as he followed after her, his eyes fixed on her as he pushed through the crowd.
It didn’t take much time for him to catch up to her, and as soon as he was there, his hands were on her once again, this time her waist, as he pulled her back towards him.
As she felt herself being moved, Y/N couldn’t help but lean into the touch, swaying her hips against him as she began to dance to the music. Since Josh was only wearing a pair of swimming trunks, it wasn’t hard for Y/N to feel just how much he was enjoying it.
Suddenly, she turned in his arms so that she was facing him and tilted her head upwards so she could look into his eyes. “What if I told you there’s another tattoo you can’t see?”
As she turned around in his arms, a smirk spread across his lips, and he raised his eyebrows, a look on his face of both disbelief and lust, “You’re kidding me, you’ve got another tattoo that you’ve managed to keep completely hidden?"
Unable to control her face, she burst into giggles for a minute or two, and when she'd finally calmed down, she replied, "I'm only kidding; unless I had a tattoo on my tits, there's not really anywhere else I'd hide another tattoo in this."
It didn’t take more than a moment for his eyes to dart down her body as his thoughts ran wild, “That’s disappointing.” He eventually said, looking back up at her, “I was looking forward to seeing where you’d manage to hide a tattoo in this.”
"Well, maybe there's something else more exciting under this little swimsuit," Y/N replied before pouting her lips dramatically.
He raised an eyebrow at her as she spoke before looking down her body again. “I think you’d have to prove that for me to believe you.”
"How far are we from the house?"
Josh raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips that was full of lust and desire. “It’s a short walk. Why do you ask?”
A dark look crossed Y/N's face as she reached forward and pulled his face close enough that her breath tickled against his lips. "Listen to me, we either go to the house now, or I go off on my own and find a random stranger to fuck.”
His own eyes darkened as she spoke, her breath against his lips only making it even worse as he had to take a deep breath.
He stared into her eyes for a moment, the alcohol in his system giving him the bravado he needed before he nodded, “We’re leaving now.” He almost growled out as he grabbed her hand and started to pull her through the crowd.
With a proud, smug smile, Y/N happily allowed Josh to drag her through the crowds and back down the beach to the house. When they arrived, Y/N couldn’t help but cheer mentally that none of the others had yet returned, which meant she and Josh had the whole place to themselves.
Josh pushed her inside before stepping in and closing the front door behind them. As she heard the lock click, Y/N was suddenly pulled backward and nearly slammed against the wall of the entryway.
For Josh, his lust had completely taken over, and it didn’t take more than a few seconds before his lips crashed against hers roughly, one of his hands resting against the wall by her head while the other rested on her hip as he pressed himself against her.
Y/N couldn’t help but gasp into the kiss; in all her teasing, she’d never seen this side of Joshua before. He was so forceful compared to his usual soft nature towards her.
As she gasped into the kiss, he took the opportunity to quickly slip his tongue into her mouth. Yet, there was no battle for dominance; from the moment Josh had grabbed onto Y/N’s hand and dragged her away, it was clear who was in control.
“You’re such a fucking tease.” He murmured against her lips, “I bet you’re really fucking proud of yourself.”
“I don’t know what you mean…” She replied, playing coy as her hands moved into his thick curls and pulling slightly.
A low growl escaped his lips, one of his hands gripping slightly at her hip. “You know exactly what I mean,” he said, his lips now moving to her jaw as he leaned down to kiss her skin softly. “You just love to give me trouble, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry, will you ever forgive me?” She couldn’t help, whining slightly as he moved down from her jaw and began to kiss the hollow of her neck.
A grin spread across his lips as she spoke, and he pulled away from her neck just long enough to respond, “I don’t know.” He said, his hand gripping her hip slightly, “I think you’ll have to make it up to me in some way.”
"I'll do anything."
Josh’s hands now rested on her hips, his eyes burning with lust as he stared at her with a smirk on his lips. He took in a moment to admire her, unable to resist the image before him as his gaze raked over her. “Prove it then.”
And so she did, pushing him backwards Y/N led Josh into the living room and directed him to sit on the couch. Once he had settled himself down, instead of sitting next to him, she took a moment to stand in front before slowly lowering herself until she was kneeling on the floor.
Reaching forward, she began to gently play with the ties of his swimming shorts. “Will this make it up to you?” Y/N asked looking up at him through her lashes.
He nodded his head. “Definitely a start,” he replied, his fingers resting against the cushion as he sat there and watched her, his own eyes taking her entire body in.
Having been given the green light Y/N took the initiative and gripped the hem of his shorts and pulled them down, eyes focused on his cock which had sprung free. She couldn’t help but feel smug in that moment, seeing the evidence of how much she affected him firsthand.
"Fuck, Y/N," Josh groaned, as he felt the cold air against his now exposed skin. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, her gaze locked onto his aching member. His cock twitched in anticipation, a bead of pre-cum already leaking from the tip.
Unable to hold herself back any longer, Y/N leaned forward and took just the head of his hardness into her mouth before swirling her tongue. With a groan, Josh’s hand quickly found itself in her hair, gripping the strands tightly.
"Oh fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his hips instinctively rocking forward to push more of his thick length into her mouth. "Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby. Such a perfect little cock slut for me.”
Y/N had never heard Josh talk like this before; he’d always been so mild-mannered and kind towards her. Yet, now as she knelt on the floor listening to Josh calling her a slut, all she wanted was for him to keep talking.
Spurred on, she hollowed her cheeks and quickly found her rhythm, and it was almost too much for Josh to bear. He could feel every flick and swirl of her tongue, every gentle grazing of her teeth against his skin, sending jolts of electricity straight to his core.
Through the pleasure-induced fog, Josh sensed just how much his words affected the girl kneeling in front of him. “Oh, you like that, do you?” he growled, his voice dripping with lust. "You love hearing me talk dirty to you, don't you?"
She tried to pull away to reply, but he quickly pushed her down, shoving his cock even further into her mouth, “Oh no, I don’t need you to speak right now, just let me fuck into that pretty little mouth.”
He began to fuck into her mouth with increasing fervour, his thick cock plunging in and out of her stretched lips. Drool dripped down her chin as he picked up the pace, the obscene sound of his hips slapping against her face filling the room.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum soon," he grunted, his grip on her hair turning painful as he chased his release. "I'm going to pump my load straight down your throat, and you're going to swallow every last drop like a good little slut. Got it?"
All Y/N could do was hum in agreement against his cock; she tried to nod her head too but simply served to push him against the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly.
That seemed to be all Josh needed as he let out a shout of ecstasy as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. Y/N struggled to swallow as thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and down her throat.
Once he had fully ridden out his orgasm, she pulled away with a loud pop. Exhausted, she couldn’t do anything except rest her head against Josh’s leg, breath heavy as she tried to catch it.
Josh let out a low, satisfied groan as he slowly came down from his intense high, his grip on Y/N's hair loosening. He looked down at her with a smug, arrogant smirk, taking in the debauched sight of her—hair dishevelled, eyes glazed over and unfocused, cum dripping from her well-fucked lips.
He tucked himself back into his pants before scooping Y/N up and pulling her onto his lap, cradling her against his chest. She melted into him, letting him support her limp, exhausted body as she struggled to catch her breath.
"That was... intense," Josh murmured, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to her forehead. "You did so good, taking my cock like that. Such a good girl." His hand stroked through her hair, trying to smooth out the tangles he'd created.
He could feel Y/N's chest heaving against his own as she gulped in air, her body still trembling slightly from the force of his release. Josh held her close, enjoying the feeling of her soft curves pressed against him, the scent of sex and her shampoo filling his nostrils.
"You okay, baby?" He asked softly, tilting her chin up to look at him. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, wiping away the stray cum and smearing it across her cheek. "I hope I didn't hurt you. I just couldn't help myself; you felt too fucking good."
Y/N, on the other hand, had never felt better. She loved the fuzzy feeling in her head and wanted to keep feeling it. So, she subtly adjusted herself and began to gently grind herself down onto Josh's thigh.
"Mmm, someone's eager," Josh murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her move against him. His hands slid down to grip her hips, encouraging her subtle movements. "You liked choking on my cock that much, huh? Got you all hot and bothered?"
"Mmm," she whined in a near squeal, "I need... fuck, I need..." God, she was such a mess she couldn't even talk.
“What?” He questioned, gripping her face and forcing her to look at him, “I need you to use your words, sweetheart.”
“I…” Her face scrunched in frustration when she still couldn’t speak, so she reached behind and quickly undid the ties of her bikini top before throwing it off.
Josh's eyes widened as Y/N frantically untied her bikini top and tossed it aside, exposing her perfect breasts to his hungry gaze. They bounced slightly from the motion, and he couldn't resist reaching out to palm the soft mounds, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. Her dusky pink nipples pebbled under his touch, and he couldn't help but lean down to capture one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud.
"Fuck, these tits are amazing," Josh groaned around her nipple, sucking and nibbling gently before giving the other the same treatment. He could feel Y/N arching into his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair to hold him close. The taste of her skin, the weight of her tits in his hands, and the needy whimpers spilling from her lips—it was all driving him crazy with lust.
Pulling back, Josh cupped her face, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "Tell me what you need, Y/N," he demanded, his voice low and rough with desire. "I need to hear you say it. I want to make all your dirty fantasies come true."
His other hand slid down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms to cup her mound. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, the dampness of her arousal coating his fingers. "Is this what you need? To be touched, to be fucked until you can't think straight? Say it."
“Yes,” she said simply, but that earned her a soft chastising slap on her cheek from Josh. It was a playful slap but firm enough to make a point.
"Yes, what? Come on, baby, you can do better than that," he coaxed, his fingers teasing through her slick folds, not quite touching where she needed him most. "Tell me exactly what you want. I know you've got more imagination than that."
“Ah!” She moaned out in an almost scream from his touch, “Joshua, I can’t…”
Josh tightened his grip around Y/N's throat slightly at the sound of her desperate moan, his eyes flashing with intensity. "Can't what, baby? Can't form a sentence? Come on, sweetheart, you're going to have to do better than that," he growled, his fingers still teasing through her soaked folds without giving her the direct stimulation she craved.
“Please… fuck my pussy.” Y/N spoke rapidly between breaths, desperation evident, “I need your cock in my pussy, please; I wanna feel good.”
Josh let out a low, approving groan as Y/N finally begged for what she needed, her words dripping with desperation. "Fuck, that's my good girl," he praised, rewarding her by pushing two fingers deep into her dripping cunt without warning. He pumped them in and out of her hard and fast, curling them to hit that sensitive spot inside her that made her see stars.
At the same time, Josh captured her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her wanton moans and cries. He bit at her bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue, his hand still wrapped loosely around her throat. Breaking the kiss, he leaned in to growl in her ear, "Get on all fours and spread your legs, baby. Show me this needy little pussy that's begging to be filled.
Drinking in the breathtaking sight before him, he felt his cock throb at the erotic image of Y/N presenting herself so perfectly, just for him. The way her back arched, her round ass up in the air and her dripping pussy on full display, begging to be claimed. He couldn't resist reaching out to squeeze one of her plump cheeks, kneading the supple flesh roughly.
"Fuck, Y/N... you're so goddamn sexy like this," he groaned, giving her ass a sharp smack before grabbing onto her hips. He rubbed his rock-hard cock teasingly along her wet slit, coating himself in her arousal. "This is what you want, isn't it, baby? To feel my big dick stretching out this tight little cunt."
Without warning, Josh thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside Y/N's hot, slick heat with one powerful stroke. “F-fuck!” Y/N screamed out in a stutter as she felt him enter her so deeply.
He quickly set a brutal pace, fucking into her rapidly. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with Y/N's scream and his own grunts of pleasure. He could feel her velvety walls clenching and fluttering around his cock, drawing him in deeper with each powerful thrust.
His hands found her waist as his thumbs traced the edges of the back tattoo that had started all of this; he thought it looked even more beautiful in this moment. Josh’s eyes focused on the intricate design, yet his pace never faltered.
“So fucking sexy,” he spoke in between thrusts, “Such a sexy little tattoo, but you know that, don’t you?"
“Yes!” She screamed out, cutting herself off with a high moan.
“Tell me,” he spoke suddenly, “Did you get it for me?”
Stunned by the sudden question, Y/N froze in place, her eyes growing wide. “Huh?”
“Did. You. Get . It . For. Me?” As he asked, Josh emphasised each word with a sharp thrust into her pussy.
“I already told you, I got it with Hannah.” She mumbled, but that wasn’t the answer he was looking for, and almost as quickly as he entered, he suddenly withdrew from her pussy. Y/N lifted her head in confusion as she whined at the sudden loss.
Her head spun as Josh tightened his grip so he could flip her over, laying her down on her back so he could hover above her. Josh gripped Y/N's chin, forcing her to meet his intense gaze as he loomed over her. His green eyes blazed with desire and a hint of frustration.
"I'm not going to keep fucking this perfect little cunt until you admit the truth," he growled. "You got this tattoo for me, didn't you? Because you knew it would drive me fucking crazy seeing it on your sexy back while I fucked you senseless."
Josh reached down and circled her clit with his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure to make Y/N's hips buck against him. "Tell me, Y/N," he insisted, his breath hot against her face. "You can't lie to me, Y/N. I can feel how badly you want this, how much you need my cock. So tell me the truth."
“Mhmm.” She hummed and nodded her head, struggling to properly verbalise it; her head was getting fuzzy again.
Josh leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Y/N's ear as he whispered intensely, "Not good enough, kitten. I want to hear you say it." His fingers continued their relentless circling of her clit, pushing her closer to the edge.
“It was meant for you,” Y/N breathed out, “It was always meant for you, only you.” As she spoke, she had reached her hands up and tangled her fingers in his, pulling him close, gasping against his mouth as her orgasm ripped through her. Spilling her juices all over his hand before pulling him down so their lips folded together.
Groaning into the kiss, Josh continued to gently stroke her as he helped her ride out the intense orgasm, pulling away to whisper in her ear, “That’s right, baby, it’s all for me.” Earning another whimper from Y/N, “You’re mine now, always meant for me.”
He hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. In one swift motion, he flipped them over so that Y/N was straddling his lap, his hard cock throbbing and pulsing beneath her. He gripped her hips and pushed her down against him, letting her feel how desperately he wanted her.
"Ride me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Show me how badly you wanted me to claim this tattoo, this pussy, as mine.”
The only problem was that after her orgasm, Y/N suddenly found herself unable to support her own body and collapsed against Josh’s chest. “I can’t move…” she murmured against his skin, before whining at the sensation of having him inside her once again.
Josh held Y/N close as she collapsed against his chest, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. He stroked her hair and pressed tender kisses to the top of her head, murmuring soothing words into her ear.
"Shh, it's okay, Y/N. I've got you," he whispered, his arms wrapping around her protectively. "You don't have to move, not right now. Just let me take care of you.”
Josh started to slowly roll his hips, thrusting up into Y/N with deep, languid strokes. He wasn't trying to make her come again, just enjoying the exquisite sensation of her tight heat enveloping him. His hands roamed over her curves, caressing and squeezing, worshipping every inch of her body.
"Oh shit," Y/N cried out from the sensation, "Keep going, please, Josh."
Josh groaned as he felt Y/N's pussy clench and quiver around his cock from his slow, deep thrusts. Her pleading cry spurred him on, and he started to pick up the pace, driving into her with more urgency.
"Fuck, you want me to keep going, baby?" He panted, one hand gripping her hip while the other slid up to palm her breast, kneading the soft flesh. "Want me to fuck this perfect little pussy harder?"
When she did a small but clear nod, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, all tongue and teeth as he pistoned in and out of her. The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling filled the room, mixing with their moans and cries of pleasure.
Smoothly, he rolled them over again, pinning Y/N down into the floor as he loomed over her. Gripping her thighs, he pushed them up and back, nearly bending her in half as he hammered into her harder and faster.
They continued like this for a few minutes longer; soft moans accompanied the sound of flesh hitting against one. Each of them was chasing a high they both knew would soon crash down onto them.
Eventually, Josh’s thrust began to falter and stutter as he leaned down to speak into Y/N's ear again, “I’m gonna cum, baby; where do you want it?”
“Cum in me.” She replied without hesitation, “Please just cum in me.”
“Are you sure, baby?” He asked again but still made no move to pull out.
“Mhmm,” she moaned out before speaking in a strained voice, “I’m on the pill, so please just fucking come in me.”
At her profanity, Josh let out a small chuckle before speaking again, “Well, if you need it that badly, how can I refuse?”
A high-pitched shriek echoed through the beach house as he suddenly thrust harder than he ever had before, stilling inside her and reaching his second orgasm, spilling his cum inside her.
Y/N’s peak swift followed Josh’s own, pushed over the edge by his thick hot cum coating her walls. She found her eyesight becoming blurry and felt limp against the floor from the sheer force of her orgasm. Josh followed suit and collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and trembling in the aftermath of their intense lovemaking.
"Fuck, that was...holy shit," he breathed, nuzzling into the sweat-dampened skin of her neck. He pressed soft kisses to her racing pulse, feeling it flutter beneath his lips. "You okay, Y/N? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She let out a deep, content sigh, "I'm okay, just feel exhausted now..." Just managing to tilt her head so she could look into his eyes, "Only problem is that I don't think I'll make it up the stairs."
Josh looked into Y/N's eyes, a lazy smirk spreading across his face at her words. He brushed a few damp strands of hair away from her forehead, tucking them gently behind her ear. “Don’t worry about that baby; I’ll carry you up, and we can take a nice long nap together. How does that sound?”
“Sounds perfect,” she breathed out before connecting their lips with a soft, chaste kiss before pulling away.
Josh brushed his thumb tenderly across Y/N's cheek, savouring the intimate moment. He could feel their hearts beating in sync, still recovering from the intense climax they had just shared. With great care, he carefully pulled out of her, his softening cock slipping from her well-fucked hole with a wet sound. He winced slightly at the sensitivity, but the discomfort was fleeting.
Holding Y/N close, Josh scooped her up into his strong arms, cradling her against his broad chest. He carried her effortlessly, taking slow and steady steps as he climbed the staircase leading to the bedroom.
Y/N settled contently in his arms, eyes growing heavy. Feeling herself begin to drift off from sheer exhaustion, she embraced it and closed her eyes, tucking her face into his shoulder blade. She was content in his arms, and that’s all she cared about.
Sunrise | Twilight J.H
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Chapter 5. Minor Complications
Mitsuko had been in the hospital for three more days before Dr. Cullen finally came in with the good news: she was going home.
Yet when Charlie walked through the door to collect her instead of her mom, her relief quickly turned into an uncertain sense of fear. As they walked down the hallway together, several nurses stopped what they were doing and looked at her in sympathy.
Surely nurses would look more relieved than sympathetic when a patient has been deemed healthy enough to leave? At least that's what Mitsuko thought.
It was worse when she got home. Her mom was home; her car was in the driveway, which meant she could've come to get her, but for some reason she didn't.
Charlie guided her into her house and straight into the living room, where her mother was sitting, but she wasn't alone. In the room, sitting on the opposite couch from where her mom was sitting, were two other officers. One of them had a notebook open with several lines of writing on its pages, but Mitsuko was too far away to see clearly what it said.
Her steps slowed until she halted just at the entryway of the living room; she looked around cautiously as she spoke, "What's going on?"
As she spoke, all heads moved to where she was standing; Charlie moved past her before turning back to her with a strange expression on his face, "Why don't you take a seat, kid?"
"No," she refused. "Just tell me what's going on!"
It was at this moment her mom stood and took a step towards her: "It's Hoshi."
The pit in her stomach grew. "What about Hoshi?"
"She left three days ago, said she was having a sleepover," her mom explained, choking up slightly as she spoke, "but she hasn't come home, and the girl she said she was staying with hasn't seen Hoshi since Monday last week."
The room grew silent as they awaited Mitsuko's reaction to the news, but she found herself frozen, unable to speak or even move her face. Concerned, her mom stepped forward and grabbed onto her arm, shaking her slightly to get her attention. "Miko, honey, do you understand what I told you?"
She shook herself slightly before finally responding, "Hoshi's gone missing?"
"I'm afraid so, kid," Charlie chimed in. "We've got officers canvassing the area, and we're also in touch with Seattle police in case she's ended up there."
Seattle. Of course.
At the mention of the city, Mitsuko's eyes shined with recognition. She thought back to the conversation she had those three days ago in the hospital room. Hoshi had promised she wouldn't do anything without her sister, but Mitsuko had forgotten how stubborn her little sister could be.
All she could do in that moment was slowly nod her head before speaking with a slight tremble, "I'm... going to head to my room."
She began walking away, only turning around when her mom called after her, "I just need some time to process... this."
Turning back around, she climbed the stairs and made her way into her room. Where she stayed for nearly two full days. After the second day, Angela and Jess had come to visit her, having heard the news and wanting to check on her.
Instead of seeing the usual smiling face, the two were greeted by the sight of Mitsuko staring intently at a map of Seattle she'd pulled up on her computer.
"Suki?" Angela had called in an attempt to get her attention, "Everyone's really worried about you; your mom says you haven't come out in two days."
When that didn't get a response, Jessica sighed and stomped over and yanked the computer's power cord from the wall. "Seriously, Suki, this isn't going to help anyone!"
That seemed to have gotten a reaction from Mitsuko, who twisted her head to face her friends with a dark expression.
"What do you want me to do, Jess?" Her eyes quickly filling with tears as her face crumbled. "I can't act like nothing has happened; she's gone!"
"We're not asking you to do that!" Jess argued back, "But we both know Hoshi wouldn't want you torturing yourself over trying to find her."
"I'm just so afraid she'll end up like..." She couldn't finish that sentence, but it was clear her friends understood at least to some degree. Yet they'd never understand just how much she didn't want Riley and Hoshiko to share the same fate.
"You shouldn't think like that." Jess chastised her again, "The investigation is still ongoing; for all we know, she's run off to watch one of those bands she likes so much on tour."
It was so like Jess to think that way; there was always a best-case scenario that she would remind people of. Maybe it was because she hadn't experienced much hardship, or maybe that was the only way Jess knew how to comfort her friends.
"Maybe you're right," Mitusko finally admitted, "I just can't stand the thought of her being alone and hurt somewhere."
Angela stepped forward again, pulling her friend into a tight hug. "We know, but we, as your friends, have a responsibility to make sure you're okay."
All she could do was nod before burying her face into her friend's shoulder. They stayed like that for a few minutes, with Jess eventually joining in and making it a group hug. After a while they pulled away, and Angela gently reached out to wipe away her friend's tears.
"How about we have a nice night in and watch a cheesy chick flick?" She suggested, to which Mitsuko smiled softly and nodded.
The three of them spent the night curled up on Mitsuko's bed as Legally Blonde played on the small TV in her room. When the movie had finished, it was already dark, so Angela and Jess bid their friend goodbye and left.
With her friends gone, the silence became suffocating once again, but the presence of her friends had helped heal at least a little bit of the damage in Mitsuko's heart.
She'd finally crawled out of bed to have a quick shower, groan in pleasure from finally feeling clean again. With her hair still wet, she'd then thrown her pyjamas on and shuffled back under the covers. After only a few minutes, she felt herself drifting off in a deep slumber.
Knock knock knock
Mitsuko's eyes flew open at the sound of the furious banging against her bedroom window. Disoriented, she glanced at the clock on her bedside table to see it read 3:46 am.
Thinking it was just the branches of the tree outside hitting against the glass, she simply pulled the cover over her tighter and closed her eyes. Thankfully she was tired enough that it didn't take long for her to begin drifting again.
Knock knock knock
The banging continued, but it seemed to be getting louder and more frequent. This time she sat up and reached over to flick on her bedside lamp. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust before she could stand and slowly approach her window. It was too dark for her to see what was outside, so all she could do was unlatch it and swing it open.
The moment she did, she was almost knocked to the ground when a large body jumped in through the now open window. Before she could shout in alarm, a cold hand covered a mouth, followed by a harsh hiss.
"Shhh," The voice whispered, "It's me, Suki. It's just me."
Her eyes focused on the face in front of her, and her breath hitched in surprise. She tried to speak but was muffled under the hand on her mouth. "Hoshi?"
"If I move my hand away, you're not going to scream, are you?" Her sister asked, to which all she could do was nod.
The hand was slowly removed from her mouth as Hoshiko took a step away, keeping what she deemed a safe distance from her older sister. The distance also allowed Mitsuko to fully take in her sister's appearance.
Although she looked similar to how she did only a few days ago, she was also somehow completely unrecognisable. Yet the thing that stuck out the most, the thing that made the pit settle back in Mitsuko's stomach, was her eyes. The once dark brown, almost pitch black, was gone, replaced by a startling crimson red. Just like Riley's.
"What happened to you?" Was all she could say, breaking the silence that had fallen between them.
"I don't know..." Hoshiko muttered, even her voice was different, "It's all just like a blur; one moment I'm talking to you in the hospital, and the next I'm... burning."
She bit her lip from her nerves before speaking again, "Hoshi, your eyes are..."
"I know..." her sister spoke, "I saw them in a mirror, not long after I woke up."
The expression of absolute confusion and defeat on her sister's face made Mitsuko's heart ache once more. Without thinking, she took several rapid steps forward before pulling her little sister into her arms.
"Fuck..." She couldn't help but cry out when the rock-hard body slammed into her, "Sorry, you're like a boulder."
"Yeah, sorry about that." Her sister rested her head on her shoulder but kept her hands at her side, not trusting her newfound strength. "Turns out I'm like super strong or something now."
Mitsuko pulled back from the hug to look at her sister once more. "How did you even get back here?"
"I ran." Was all Hoshiko willing to say at the moment, "I think I have super speed too."
"Are you saying you've turned into some kind of superhero or something?"
"I think mutant might be a more accurate description." Hoshiko joked, a small smile on her face.
"Shit." The oldest said, looking down with a stressed expression, her hands going to rest on her hips.
"Yeah, I know." She sighed, running her hand through her hair. "But I think with some practice, I can learn to control it.
Instead of agreeing, Mitsuko shook her head before speaking again, "No, I mean how are we gonna tell Mom about this?"
Pause.
"Shit."
Sunrise | Twilight J.H
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Chapter 4. A Sisterly Agreement
When she reopened her eyes, the first thing she did was immediately close them again, too blinded by the fluorescent lights above her. Mitsuko groaned as she tried to lift her hand to rub her face, quickly becoming confused when she felt resistance.
Slowly opening her eyes, she realised she wasn't at home in her own bed; in fact, she had no idea where she was. Alarmed, she tried to sit up but winced when a burning pain spread from her shoulder through the rest of her body.
Before panic could fully set in, she was able to turn her head and spot her sister sitting at her bedside. Hoshiko was busy looking at something on her phone, so she hadn't yet realised that Mitsuko was awake.
“H-hoshi?” She tried to speak, but she found herself struggling to speak. “What’s... What's going on?”
Hoshiko looked up from her phone at the sound of her sister's voice. Jumping out of her chair, she was quickly by Mitsuko’s side. “Oh my god, you scared us so much.”
“Am I in the hospital?” She asked as she continued looking around rapidly. When looked down, she realised the resistance she felt was from all the tubing connected from her hand to an IV.
Her sister nodded before explaining, “You got attacked by some kind of animal, lost a lot of blood; we thought you were going to die.”
As her sister spoke, a flash of red eyes appeared in Mitsuko's mind, and an overwhelming sense of fear settled in her stomach. “Riley… I saw Riley.”
“What?” Her little sister pulled away from her slightly, looking at her with a confused expression.
“He was there!” She exclaimed as the heart monitor’s beeps began to grow louder and faster slightly.
Hoshiko began to gently stroke her sister’s hair as she whispered in attempts to calm her down, “Hey, it’s okay; if you saw him, I believe you.”
The two sisters were silent for a moment, broken when Mitsuko suddenly turned to Hoshiko with wide eyes as she spoke.
“I think it was him…”
“What do you mean?” Her sister’s brow furrowed with confusion, eyes full of concern for a sister’s well-being.
“I think Riley… attacked me.” She whispered to her sister, afraid that someone would overhear them. Her mind was still going back to that night; Riley looked so different than the last time they’d been together. He seemed colder and more dangerous, two words that Mitsuko never thought she’d use to describe someone she’d known her whole life.
“Suki, what are you talking—“ Before Hoshiko could finish her question, the doors opened, and Dr. Cullen walked into the room flanked by two nurses.
Upon seeing that she was awake, the two nurses began to flutter about the room, checking her chart and adjusting her IV. Carlisle stepped closer to her bed and spoke softly, “Miss Tanaka, it’s good to see you awake. How are you feeling?”
“I feel fine, just a little sore is all.” She said simply, before continuing, “When can I go home?”
“I want to keep you in just for a few more days just for observations; if all goes well, I’ll be happy to discharge you.” He said as he grabbed her chart and began the required checks.
"Your injuries were quite extensive, but I'm happy with how quickly you've been able to recover," he spoke as he carefully shined a small torch in her face, directing her to follow it with her eyes, "and although I did have some concerns about internal bleeding, it seems you got out relatively unscathed, other than the rather nasty wound on your neck."
As he pointed it out, Mitsuko couldn't help but look down as she realised her neck to her shoulder was thickly bandaged, further limiting her movement.
Carlise continued the checks silently, only speaking every now and then to check her pain levels. Mitsuko wasn't in much pain; she was just overcome with a sense of confusion and fear about what had happened that night.
When he checked her right ankle, she let out a sharp hiss as he adjusted it slightly. "Looks like just a sprain," the doctor explained. "Must have happened when you fell; you're lucky that it's not broken."
"Don't exactly feel lucky…" she pessimistically murmured, earning a small slap on the arm from Hosiko, who was still sitting close to her side. "Sorry, I'm just tired.
Dr. Cullen took her attitude in stride, "It's normal to feel this way, especially after a traumatic experience."
Next the nurse carefully lifted her into a sitting position so that Carlise could listen to her heart. As he placed the stethoscope against her, she couldn't help but shiver. Amusingly, she thought his hands felt colder than the metal.
Once Carlise seemed happy with his assessment, he looked at her softly before speaking, “All your friends have been quite worried about you. I imagine you’ll have a lot of visitors these next coming days.”
“Oh gosh,” she exclaimed as she realised where the incident happened, “I ruined the graduation party.”
At her words, Hoshiko jumped forward to grab her face, forcing Mitsuko to look at her. “You didn’t ruin anything; whatever attacked you did.”
“Speaking of which,” the doctor spoke again, causing the two sisters to look at him again, “the police are here to ask a few questions, but only if you’re comfortable, of course.”
“It’s okay…” she replied with a small smile, “You can let them in.”
With that, Carlisle walked out of the room for a few minutes, only to come back followed by Charlie and another partner.
“How you doing, kid?” He asked once he approached her bed, “I know your mom’s been beside herself worrying about ya.”
“Where is she?”
“At work, said she needed to, so she was distracted.” Charlie explained as he looked at her sympathetically. When all she did was nod in understanding, he cleared his throat slightly before speaking, “Do you think you could tell us exactly what happened?”
“I was at the party; erm, I was feeling a bit lightheaded, so I went outside,” she began to explain. “And I don’t know why, but I found myself walking into the woods.”
“Why?” He asked, his face furrowed with clear confusion.
“I don’t know, just like a… feeling, I guess.” She responded before continuing, “Anyway, I ended up in a clearing and…”
Mitsuko paused; as much as she trusted Charlie, she also knew how crazy she would sound. If she told them about Riley, they’d just put it down as a hallucination from grief or something, and the next thing she knows, she’s in the psych ward.
So, she took a breath and lied, “It’s all hazy from there… sorry.”
Charlie nodded in understanding, but next to him, Carlisle had a strange expression on his face. As if he knew there was more to her story, but before she could question it, he was already leading Charlie and his partner out.
"What the hell was that?" A voice broke Mitsuko from her thoughts, and she turned to face her sister. "Why didn't you tell them what you told me?”
"'Cause I know how crazy it sounds." She replied in a hushed whisper, "If I'm going to find out what happened, I think I need to do it alone."
Hoshiko almost laughed at her older sister's sheer audacity, "Absolutely not; if he tried to kill you, there's no way I'm letting you do this alone."
Shaking her head rapidly, she quickly rejected her sister's offer, "No, I'm not letting you put yourself in harm's way."
"You either let me come with you, or I go out those doors and tell everyone what you told me."
As much as she wanted to call out Hoshi's bluff, she knew her sister. If summer camp ten years ago had taught her anything, it's that Hoshi will do anything that she says she will. So with a heavy sigh of resignation, she nodded her head, "Fine, but if anything goes wrong, I told you so.”
Hoshiko nodded in understanding, "So when do we start?"
"Seattle, I think, but not till I get out of here," she said simply. "For now, you have to promise me something..."
"What?"
"Don't do any investigations without me, okay?"
Hoshiko simply rolled her eyes, so she repeated herself, "I'm serious, Hoshi, don't put yourself in danger for me; this could be some massive crime gang or something."
With a small groan she agreed, "Fine, I'll be careful, promise."
"Thank you," she said gratefully. "Now get out of here; you can't stay here all day; besides, you have school tomorrow.”
Before she shooed her sister out of the room, Mitsuko made sure to pull her into a tight hug. Closing her eyes, she savoured the feeling of having her little sister cradled in her arms.
As they pulled away, they looked at each other one more time before Hoshiko finally pulled away, "I'll see you later, oneesan."
"See you later." With that, her sister left the room, leaving Mitsuko in silence.
Left alone with her thoughts, all she could do was think back to that night again. She knew Riley was there; that was a fact she knew. Yet, as she thought more about that night, she still had no idea what made her walk into that clearing in the first place. It was as if her subconscious knew Riely would be there and guided her to him, but why?
"Stop thinking so hard." She whispered to herself in comfort, "Just go to sleep; everything will be fine."
Pulling the covers up, she shuffled further under them and closed her eyes, letting sleep take over her as her mind still raced.
Elsewhere, a young girl with black hair approached the service desk. The woman at the desk acknowledged the girl carefully before asking, "Where'd you need to go, darling?"
The girl paused before finally answering, "Seattle. I need to go to Seattle."
Hoshiko knew she'd be breaking her promise, but if Riley was who Mitsuko saw in the woods, then she needed to find him and quickly. It was only right to start in the city where he vanished.
Hopefully, there she'd find some answers.
White Fur Trim | Le Chiffre x Reader
Masterlist Y/N plans a very special Christmas surprise for her boyfriend, which of course leads to a very passionate Christmas morning.
Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex (male receiving), AFAB! Reader, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex, Slight Dom/Sub Dynamics, Pet Names.
AN: According to the Quantum of Solace video game Le Chiffre's real name is Jean so Y/N does use that instead.
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Y/N had been dating Jean for a little over a year now, having met last November during the most interesting twenty-four hours of her life. At first it was strange dating someone with such an expensive lifestyle, but Y/N quickly found herself acclimatising to it all.
Although she now had a new problem, with Christmas fast approaching, she had no idea what to get her boyfriend.
He was known as Le Chiffre, and any man with a name like that wouldn’t have anything less than an expensive taste. Which wasn’t exactly something she could afford, at least not with her current salary.
So, after wandering around the mall for nearly two hours, she decided to follow her instincts and walk into one of the lingerie stores. Y/N had been inside one before, but this was the first time she’d ever bought anything risqué. The set she had chosen was almost fully red, but it also came with a sheer babydoll cover-up that had white fur trimmings.
After she’d bought it, Y/N made sure to hide it deep within her wardrobe, knowing Jean wouldn’t look that deep. She’d tried it on a few times to build her confidence, but only when she knew her boyfriend wasn’t home. As the days passed, her confidence grew, as did her excitement for Christmas.
When Christmas came, she happily woke up in Jean’s arms, who woke up not long after her and greeted her with a soft kiss. “Merry Christmas, my darling.” He said softly once they parted.
“Merry Christmas, my love.” She said before jumping out of his grasp and out of bed. “Shall we go open our presents?”
He chuckled as she bounced out of bed; he sat up, resting his back up against the headboard. He watched her, with a soft smile on his face, as she pranced out of the room and into the living room.
"Yes, let's go, darling." He replied, watching her every move.
Jean followed her into the living room, where the gifts were all neatly tucked away under the tree. Y/N turned towards him and picked up a square box before handing it to him. “Open this first.”
Jean accepted the box, studying it for a moment. The wrapping paper was a silvery colour, and it had a bow on the top. He looked up at her with a small smile before carefully opening it. He took his time, not wanting to accidentally damage anything.
"Darling, you shouldn't have." He said gently as he removed the paper and lifted the lid of the box.
Inside was a small box of his favourite aftershave; he’d mentioned he was running out, so Y/N had bought a small bottle of it with what she had left over from her main gift.
“There is another gift, but that can wait until later.” She said simply as he pulled the aftershave from the box.
"Thank you, my love. You never fail to surprise me." He said, admiring the bottle, before leaning in and giving her a kiss.
"I can't wait until later, darling." He added, before setting the bottle down on a nearby table.
“Fine,” she gave in far too easily, “But can I have my present first?”
He chuckled; he knew she was too eager to wait. With a playful grin, he nodded his head and moved towards the Christmas tree. "Of course, my darling. I have something for you as well."
He picked up a long, thin, rectangular box from under the tree. The wrapping paper was a deep red, with a gold bow on top.
With an excited smile, Y/N opened the box and gasped in delight at what she saw. Inside was a long golden chain with an elegant diamond hanging from the chain. “Oh Jean, it’s beautiful; thank you so much.”
He smiled, watching her open the box with an excited smile on her face. He watched her eyes widen when she saw the necklace inside. He chuckled when she gasped; that's exactly how he thought she would react.
"I'm glad you like it, darling. I saw it, and I knew I had to buy it for you."
He took the necklace from the box and carefully placed it around her neck, gently fastening it. He then let his hand rest on her hip, his thumb gently rubbing her side. They stood together for a moment before Y/N stepped away with a smile.
“Let me go get your other present,” she said as she walked back towards the bedroom. “Give me five minutes!”
It didn’t take long for her to quickly undress from her pjs before stepping into the ruby red lingerie set. Stepping back into the living room, she leaned against the door as she spoke, “What do you think?”
When his lover returned from the bedroom, Jean was sitting on the couch, waiting patiently. When he saw her appear, he went completely still, taking in the sight before him. His eyes slowly roamed over her body, taking in every detail. The deep red of the lingerie looked perfect on her body; the white fur of the babydoll only added to the elegant sensuality.
Jean watched her for a moment, completely speechless. After a moment he finally managed to find his voice, his gaze never leaving her.
"You... look... stunning."
“Well,” she pushed away from the door and walked to where he was sitting, stepping between his legs, “I hope you enjoy your present, my love.”
Jean's eyes darkened with desire as she sauntered over to him. He let out a soft exhale as she stepped between his legs. He looked up at her, his gaze roaming over her body again. He reached out and placed his hands on her hips, his fingers gently caressing her skin.
"Darling... you are the best gift I could ever ask for."
He pulled her closer, his hands moving to the small of her back. Following his lead, Y/N manoeuvred herself so that she was now straddling his lap. She leaned in close before whispering, “And how do you plan to unwrap your present?”
Jean's breath hitched at the feeling of her straddling his lap. His grip on her hips tightened slightly, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Oh darling... you know how I like to open my presents." He growled, his voice low, his hot breath brushing against her neck. He began to trail a path of kisses along her jawline.
As his lips trailed down her jawline to her neck, Y/N couldn’t help but arch her back as she leaned into his touch. She bit her lip as she mewled from his sensual touch, slowly grinding against his lap.
He continued to kiss, nibble, and bite at her neck, working his way down to the space between her collarbone. Her mewling and arching back, only fuelling his need for her. He could feel her grinding against his lap, and he couldn't help but let out a low growl against her skin.
"Darling... you are making this very difficult," he groaned, his voice rough, his hands beginning to wander over her body, exploring every curve, every dip, every inch of her.
“Good.” Was all she mumbled before lifting his head so she could lean in and passionately kiss him.
Jean responded to her passion in kind, his hands moving up her body, trailing over her skin, and tangling in her hair. The kiss was intense and desperate, full of need and desire. He pulled her closer, crushing her body against his, his lips and tongue claiming hers.
He slowly pulled back, breaking the kiss, and gently biting her lower lip before speaking, his voice low and hoarse.
"You are such a tease."
“I’m sorry, my love; let me beg for forgiveness,” she replied, before sliding from his lap to kneel down on the floor in front of him.
Jean's breathing hitched as she slid from his lap and onto the floor in front of him. He watched as she knelt before him, his eyes dark with desire, his body taut with anticipation. He leaned back against the couch, his legs slightly spread.
"Go ahead, my dear,” he said, his voice thick and rough. "Beg for forgiveness."
Without speaking, her hands slowly moved up to toy with the waistline of his pyjama bottoms, looking up to ask for permission.
Jean's breath hitched as her hands went to toy with the waistband of his pyjama pants. He stared down at her, his gaze intense and scorching. He watched her, his muscles tensing slightly, all his senses focused on her.
After a moment he nodded, giving her permission. "Go on," he said, his voice gravelly. "Be a good girl and beg."
Obediently, she pulled his trousers down, letting them pool at his ankles as his cock sprang free. Immediately she grasped it and began to gently stroke it with her right hand, enjoying the grunts he produced in pleasure.
The feel of her hand wrapped around him and the sound of his own guttural moans was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He leaned back more, his hands grasping at the cushions.
"Good girl," he groaned, watching her movements, biting his lip to hold back a louder moan.
“Shh, baby, let me show you how much of a good girl I can be…” She whispered as she released her grip on him, leaning in close to kiss his thigh.
Jean's breath hitched as she whispered to him, barely containing the gasp that left his lips at the feel of her soft lips on his thigh. He watched as she continued, his body tensing in anticipation of what was to come.
"Darling... you're doing so well..." He groaned, his voice thick and rough, his hand moving to her hair.
Pleased with his praise, Y/N continued moving her kiss upwards until she eventually planted a soft kiss on the tip of his cock. She gripped his manhood again before slowly parting her lips and moving her head down.
Jean couldn't help but let out a guttural moan, low and deep. His eyes darkening as he watched her, his hand in her hair gripping a little tighter.
"So good... such a good girl for me..." he panted, his voice thick and raspy, his body completely at her mercy. The sight of her was almost too much for him to take; he could feel his control slipping. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep still or quiet for long, not as she pleasured him so expertly.
Y/N continued to bob her head slowly, finding her rhythm, pulling away every so often to gently swirl her tongue around his head. She let out a moan as the grip on her hair got tighter, almost pushing her down onto his cock.
As she felt him move his hips towards her, Y/N knew he was close. Wanting to prolong his pleasure, she pulled away from him but remained kneeling on the floor. Propping herself up on his knees, she spoke, “Should I take this off, or do you want to do the honours?”
He groaned as she pulled away, his body feeling the loss of her touch. When she spoke, he took a moment to catch his breath and regain some semblance of control. He looked down at her, his eyes roamed over her body, his gaze dark and clouded with desire.
"Take it off. Now," he commanded, his voice rough, his body tense.
With a smile, she stood from the floor and carefully stepped backwards as her boyfriend stayed sitting on the couch watching intently. Slowly she undid the front ties of the sheer cover-up before letting it drop to the floor, leaving her in the lace bra and panties.
Jean's gaze never left her as she moved back, his eyes hungrily taking in every inch of her body. He couldn’t tear his gaze away; he was completely entranced, watching every movement, every little detail. He sat on the edge of the couch, his body tense, his hands grasping the edge of the couch, needing to hold onto something, anything, to keep himself from pouncing on her right then and there.
"Darling... you are absolutely stunning..." he growled out, his voice deep and rough.
Without looking away, Y/N carefully reached behind her, unhooking her bra with one swift movement before letting it drop in front of her. She reached down to her panties, but instead of taking them off, she simply played with the waistband.
Jean's eyes were completely fixated on her as she removed her bra. He could feel his pulse quicken at the sight of her, his body practically shaking with desire. When she began to play with the waistband of her panties, his own breath hitched, his hands clenched the edge of the couch, his knuckles turning white.
"Tease..." he growled, his eyes dark and filled with burning desire.
“Impatient…” she teased back.
A low growl escaped him, a mix of desire and possessiveness. He couldn’t take much more of her teasing. He pushed himself up to his feet, his body taut, his hands clenching into fists by his sides.
"Darling, if you don’t stop teasing me, I will punish you." he said, his voice low and firm, a warning.
Y/N giggled slightly as she stepped towards his, grabbing his hand before placing them on the sides of her hips, resting on her panties’ straps. “But I’m a good girl, aren’t I?”
He leaned in, his body pressing against hers, his grip on her hips firm and possessive. He could feel the heat radiating from her, her skin warm against his. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke.
"You’re a good girl... my good girl... but you’re being such a goddamn tease right now." He growled, his voice rough and low.
She let out a gasp in shock when her back hit the wall, but still she stared into his eyes. Arousal completely overtaking her and clouding her mind. Lifting her head up, she began to place kisses along his jaw, trying desperately to reach his lips.
"Beg me..." he commanded, his voice rough and low. "Beg me to kiss you..."
“Kiss me… Please just kiss me….” She whined, his commanding tone making her completely obedient.
"Good girl..." he murmured, his voice still low and rough, "You're being such a good girl for me now…"
With that, he leaned in and claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His body pressed tightly against hers, his hands gripping her hips firmly. Y/N completely melted into the kiss, allowing the control he loved so much, gasping when the grip on her waist tightened.
The gasp only fuelled his need. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming it possessively, his body pressed even tighter against hers. His hands continued to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, a silent message that she was his and his alone.
As they continued to kiss, Y/N slowly moved her hand down, gripping his cock firmly as she began to gently stroke him.
A low groan escaped him as her hand wrapped around him, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. He broke the kiss, his head falling back as he leaned against the wall, his breathing ragged and heavy. He could feel his body tensing in response to her touch, a shudder running down his spine.
She leaned into his ear to whisper gently, “I need you...”
Her words went straight to his core, igniting a fire within him. He panted heavily, his body tense, aching for her, needing her just as much as she needed him.
"Darling... I need you too... so badly..." he whispered back, his voice a low, guttural growl, filled with desire and need, "Tell me you're mine... tell me you belong to me."
“I’m yours,” she spoke quickly without hesitation. “I’m yours my love, please take me.”
Her words, her declaration of belonging to him, made his heart race and heightened his desire. A low, possessive growl escaped his lips, and in one swift movement, he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around him.
Turning away from the wall, he gently placed her down on the plush rug in the centre of the sitting room. He took a moment to admire her before moving his hands to her panties and slowly pulling them down, exposing her soaked pussy to him.
Unable to take much more, Jean placed himself in between her thighs as he hovered above. His cock just teasing her entrance, causing another gasp to escape her lips.
"Darling... you are so beautiful... so perfect..." he murmured, his voice thick with need. "I... I need...”
“It’s okay,” she said, pulling his face close to her to gently kiss him. “Take it…”
With her permission, Jean adjusted himself and sunk into her wet heat. Their moans harmonising as the pleasure overwhelmed them.
“So tight... so perfect..." he panted, his voice ragged with pleasure, his hands gripping the fur of the rug. He had paused in his movements once he was fully inside her, allowing her time to adjust to his size.
After a minute or so, Y/N gently tapped his shoulder before speaking, “You can move… please.”
Jean panted for a moment, taking a breath, trying to keep control and not give in to his urges too quickly. But when she gently tapped his shoulder and told him to move, he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out of her almost completely before slowly pushing back in, his breathing ragged.
As his thrusts continued, Y/N began to grind against his movements, allowing them to quickly find a strong rhythm. She let out several loud moans and whines, and she felt the pleasure continuously build inside her; she was quickly reaching her peak.
“Please,” was all she could mutter, “Please…”
Jean continued to thrust into her, picking up the pace and adjusting his position. His breathing was ragged and heavy, grunts and groans leaving his lips with almost every thrust. He could feel her pleasure building, her moans and whimpers driving him closer to the edge.
“It’s okay, darling... come for me..." he panted, his voice thick and ragged, his body taut with pleasure and need.
Somehow her body was able to obey his command as she quickly hit her peak, causing her to almost scream out his name. He slowed his movements, letting her ride out her orgasm, his body trembling with need and desire. He leaned down to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, his voice soft and gentle, his body still pressed against hers, every inch of him aching for release.
"Good girl... so good for me... you're so beautiful when you come for me... you're amazing, darling..." he panted, his hands caressing her body.
“K-keep going.” She stuttered as she came down from the high. “Fuck me, Jean.”
He could feel a wave of heat wash over him at her words, her voice breathless and desperate. He growled deep in his chest, his desire flaring to new heights at her command.
"Anything for you, my darling..." he panted back, his voice thick with need and lust. He pulled out of her slowly and gently, before flipping her onto her stomach in one swift move, pulling her up onto her hands and knees.
Y/N only whined at the empties for a few seconds before he re-entered her. This time he fucked into her faster, harder, and it completely overwhelmed her. Her whines had now increased into loud moans.
“Fuck!” She cried out after a particularly hard thrust, “Keep fucking me.”
The sound of her cry only fuelled his desire, and he could feel his control slipping. He leaned down, his body pressed against hers, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his thrusts deep and powerful.
One of his hands became tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck to him. He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his lips grazing her skin, his thrusts becoming harder and harder.
“Jean…” She whined as her breaths became heavier, “I—I’m gonna…”
He was at the edge, his control hanging by a thread. He could feel his own peak coming, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate. He panted heavily, his breath hot against her neck, his voice low and hoarse but filled with need and desire.
"Me too..." he panted back, his voice a low, ragged whisper, "Come for me, darling... come with me..."
Her eyes clenched shut as she came with a loud scream, her pussy clenching against his cock. Jean was not far behind the pressure from her walls, causing him to come, his hips stuttering as he shot his spend deep inside her womb.
When he pulled out of her, Jean made sure to gently manoeuvre her weak body, turning her so she lay on her back again. He looked down at her on his knees, admiring how gorgeous she looked, flustered, sweaty, and completely spent.
“Thank you, my dear.” He spoke as he leaned over her, pulling her close to kiss her gently, “For such a special present.”
All she could do was smile at him softly in reply. Y/N had never felt this complete in her life until this very moment.
He lay down beside her, pulling her close to him, getting a blanket from off the couch to cover the both of them. He smiled down at her, affection and tenderness in his eyes as he gently stroked her hair. The aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through him, his breathing slowly returning to normal.
"Merry Christmas, darling," he said, his voice soft and low, his lips gently brushing against her forehead. "Thank you for being mine."
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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE <3
December Night | Lyutsifer Safin x Reader
Masterlist | Part 3 to "Cherry" | Previous Y/N is home alone throughout the festive season, still she finds peace in isolation. This peace is broken when some intruders enter her home with the intention to get information about Lyutsifer; by any means necessary. (WC: 3075)
Warnings: Torture, Blood, Guns, Brief mention of waterboarding, General Violence, Secret cameras, Stalker behaviour
AN: Y/N is missing all the red flags here, sorry
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It was December now, which meant it had been two months since the masquerade. Two months since Y/N had made the biggest mistake of her life and had almost allowed it to go further than what it did.
Now she was sitting alone at her flat, eating a shitty Chinese takeaway as a random Christmas movie played on her TV. She’d just gotten up to grab a glass of wine from her fridge when a knock at the door halted her movements.
She wasn’t expecting anyone and instantly was on guard as a result. After carefully pulling one of her handguns from its hidden compartment, she slowly made her way to the door before swinging it open.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Y/N asked the figure in the doorway with a guarded expression, right hand hidden behind her back with her finger on the trigger.
The strange older man smiled at her, “Forgive me for the late visit, but it’s a matter of great importance. May we come in?”
At his question, her eyes drifted behind him, where she spotted three other men staring at her with a strange, almost intimidating expression. Quickly understanding the situation, Y/N smiled politely and slowly began to close the door. “Sorry, I think you have the wrong place.”
Before she could fully close the door, one of the men behind him stepped forward and forcefully pushed the door open, causing her to stumble backwards into the wall. Raising her gun, she aimed it at them. “Stay back!”
Instead of listening, the three men simply laughed at her before rushing her at once. Y/N fought back as hard as she could, but being outnumbered three to one predictably didn’t work in her favour. Two of them grabbed her by her arms and held her upright as the older man stepped into her flat.
“No, I think we are in exactly the right place,” he spoke slowly before gesturing to the men holding her to carry her to the kitchen. “Tie her to a chair.”
Without question, they pull Y/N down onto one of her kitchen chairs as the third one steps forward and uses zip ties to latch her wrists to the chairs. She let out a hiss when one of the ties began to dig into her skin.
The older man appeared in front of her again, bending down to look her in the eye. “Now, what do you know about Doctor Lyutsifer Safin?”
Without hesitation she replied, “I don’t know anything.”
“This is going to be very painful for you…”
The next two hours for Y/N were a haze of pain and noise. For the first hour she would repeat the same phrase over and over as they continued to hit, cut, and beat her, “I don’t know anything.” It became almost like a mantra for her, but as the torture continued, her mind went numb, and she fell silent.
At one point they grew tired of her silence and decided to pour water over her as her own kitchen towel was placed over her head. She gagged and screamed into the water, but even then she refused to speak.
After the second hour, Y/N finally had a reprieve when they decided to take a break from her torture. The older man had left the kitchen to search her house, followed by two of the men, leaving the third watching her carefully. As they waited for the others to return from their search, there was suddenly another knock on the door.
The silence was broken by a sharp knock at the front door, a sound that echoed through the room. The single remaining man in the kitchen paused, his eyes darting to the door for a moment. After a brief pause, he looked back at Y/N, who was sitting tied to a chair, her expression now one of pain and exhaustion.
"Who could that be?" His voice was rough, a hint of irritation lacing his words.
“Maybe you should do your job and find out.” She replied, her voice from her own screams.
Her ear rang as he harshly smacked her in the face in response, “Watch your fucking mouth, you bitch.”
The sound of the knock at the door echoed through the flat again, this time a little more impatient. The man uttered a small “fuck” before making his way to the door and opening it.
The tension in the room grew as the man began to walk towards the door, clearly irritated by the unexpected guest. He gripped his gun, preparing for whatever or whoever stood on the other side of the door.
He opened the door with a loud creak, revealing an unexpected scene. Standing there was a tall figure in a dark overcoat and black leather gloves, the shadow from the hood of his coat hiding his face.
"What do you want?" the man asked gruffly, his grip on the gun still firm.
With the man distracted, Y/N began to try and squeeze at least one of her hands from the zip ties that forced her to stay in the chair. She let out small whimpers as the plastic dug deeper into her skin; her right wrist had even begun to bleed slightly from the struggle.
She froze when a familiar voice rang through the flat, “Where is she?”
The man at the door tensed slightly at the unexpected voice. He instinctively gripped his gun tighter, his eyes darting briefly to the figure in the shadow.
"Who's asking?" he replied, his tone gruff and cold.
Instead of responding, the mysterious figure instead raised his right hand, revealing a silenced pistol. Before the other man could react, he fired several shots into his chest and watched as he fell to the ground, lifeless.
Suddenly hands were cupping Y/N's face, tilting it around as whoever was in front of her was assessing the damage. Her eyes were blurry now, and she could barely make out a face; afraid, she tried to pull back from the stranger.
“It's me, darling. It's me." The voice was low, a familiar, calming timbre.
Instinctively her body relaxed as she recognised the voice in front of her, “Lyutisfer…” she whispered brokenly.
“Yes, it's me, my darling." He gently tilted her face up to look at him, his tone soothing, "Can you stand?"
She tried to shake her head, only to wince when it made her feel nauseous. “My wrists are tied... I can’t move...”
"Hold still a moment," he said gently, positioning himself behind her so he could see the bindings on her wrists.
With skilled precision, he retrieved a knife from his pocket and swiftly sliced through the ties, freeing her hands from their constraints. Finally free to mouth, she let out a small cry as she rubbed her wrists in discomfort only to accidentally rub against the open wound on her right wrist.
He saw her reaction and immediately reached forward, gently taking her wrist in his hand.
"Be careful," he murmured, his touch gentle but firm, as he looked at the open wound. "This needs tending to."
“Wait, there's three other men upstairs,” she spoke in alarm, her eyes wide as she struggled to focus her sight.
Nevertheless, he didn’t let go and spoke to her in comfort, “My men will take care of them.”
His words emphasised when Y/N heard the distinct sound of three bodies dropping on the floor above them. As the sound of three bodies hitting the floor echoed through the flat, Y/N's eyes widened in realisation at the implications of his words. But before she could utter another word, a man rushed down the stairs, armed and on high alert.
“We need to leave; it’s possible they have backup.”
Lyutsifer nodded at the man's words, acknowledging the urgency. "You're right," he said, his voice still calm and composed. "There's no time to lose."
He gently tightened his grip on her wrist, guiding her out of the chair she had been bound to. Before they could take more than one step, however, Y/N's exhausted body finally gave out, and she collapsed suddenly, her legs too weak to bear her weight any longer.
Lyutsifer moved fast, catching her body before she could hit the ground. He scooped her up into his arms, holding her close, an arm under her legs and the other under her back.
"Easy, darling," he murmured, his hold strong and secure, "I've got you."
“Where are we going?” Y/N asked in a daze, a strange confusion settling in her mind.
With Y/N cradled in his arms, Lyutsifer started to move towards the front door, the other man falling into step behind him.
At her question, he glanced down at her, his expression serious.
"Somewhere safe," he responded, his voice steady, "somewhere they won't be able to find you."
Her eyes were growing droopy as a wave of fatigue hit her again; she wanted to sleep. Still she was able to mumble to him, “They were looking for you, not me.”
"I know," he responded, his voice low, "but they'll use you to get to me if they have no other options. So we can't risk it."
“I didn’t tell them anything…” Her voice was growing more and more slurred.
He continued to carry her through the front door and outside, where a black Rolls-Royce was waiting.
"I know you didn't," he assured her, his voice still calm. "You did well, darling."
She smiled tiredly at him before it quickly fell again. “I’m tired…”
"You can rest now," he said, his voice low and gentle. He reached the car, and one of his men immediately opened the door for him.
He slowly lowered her into the backseat, adjusting her so she was comfortable against the plush seats. Lyutisfer then slid in next to her before calling over to the driver in the front, “Drive. Now.”
Y/N felt the car pull away, the motion making her feel even more nauseous than before. So, she slowly tilted herself to the left and lowered herself into Lyutsifer’s lap before closing her eyes with a groan.
As she felt herself drift off to sleep, the last thing she heard was his soft, comforting words, "Rest, darling," he said, his voice quiet. "We'll be there soon enough."
The next time Y/N woke up, it was to the sounds of distant waves and a bright light above her. As she blindly felt around her, she soon realised she was now on a large bed that was covered in black silk sheets.
Having only awakened mere minutes ago, confusion and fear quickly set in as she rapidly looked around the room. She tried to slide herself off of the bed so she could escape wherever she was, only to stop when the door suddenly opened and Lyutsifer stepped inside.
"You're awake," he said, his voice calm. "How do you feel?"
“Where is this?” She asked unsure but still felt herself relax slightly when she saw him.
"You're in a safe place," he assured her. "Somewhere they won't find us."
Y/N nodded in understanding, turning to look around the room again and froze when she saw the IV drip and heart monitor next to the bed. “How long have I been asleep for?”
He followed her gaze, noticing her focus on the medical equipment next to the bed. Her question hung in the air for a brief moment before he answered.
"Three days," he said bluntly, his voice matter-of-fact. "The doctor said you needed rest. And for your wounds to heal properly."
For some reason the only thing she could think of saying in that moment was a small, “Oh.”
Despite her short response, he could practically see the questions and confusion flooding her mind. His gaze didn't leave her, observing her closely as if trying to read her thoughts.
"You had a concussion among other injuries," he continued, his voice still firm but not without an undertone of concern. "The doctor had to stitch your wrist, and you'd lost a fair bit of blood. You needed time to recuperate.”
“How bad was it,” she asked before continuing, “when you came in that night, I mean?”
His expression darkened as he recalled the memory. The sight of her bound and injured still fresh in his mind.
"Bad," he replied simply, his voice lower than before, "You were hurt, bleeding. They'd hit you, bound you. But they hadn't gone any further, not yet at least."
“Good.” She blurted out at his last statement, meaning to say it in her head.
"Good?" he echoed, stepping closer to the bed. “You’re glad you were only beaten and bound?”
“I’ve had worse.” She shrugged, only to wince when she felt pain shoot through her back.
"I'm sure you have," he said, coming to a stop near the bed. His eyes were still fixed on her as he spoke, his tone a mix of concern and caution. "But your back clearly still hurts, which means your wounds aren't healed yet. You should stay still."
She nodded in understanding before looking back at him, “How did you even know what was happening?”
He leaned against the bed frame, hands in his pockets, as he looked down at her.
"I had cameras set up in your flat," he admitted, his gaze unwavering. “I had a feeling they'd come for you eventually. The moment I saw what was happening, I came."
“Everywhere in my flat?” She asked with slight alarm, remembering a certain night a week ago when she may have called out a certain name in bed.
He smirked at her question, the alarm in her voice not missed by him.
"Every room," he confirmed, his tone taking on a slightly teasing edge. He leaned a little closer, eyes studying her intensely. "Including the bedroom."
“Oh god!” She exclaimed and put her face in her hands, “How many people saw it?”
He chuckled at her mortified reaction, enjoying the blush that spread across her face.
"Don't worry," he reassured her, his tone slightly amused, "I was the only one watching that night."
“Please tell me you deleted the footage.” Y/N replied, her face still buried in her hands.
He chuckled again, enjoying seeing her so flustered. He reached out and gently pulled her hands away from her face, forcing her to look at him.
"What if I said 'no'?" he teased, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
“Then it better be locked up even better than the Pentagon, you voyeuristic pervert.” She replied back but for some reason couldn’t find it in her to be completely angry. Although it had invaded her privacy, it had also saved her life.
"Voyeuristic pervert, hm?" he mused, his tone light and playful. "I'm wounded by that, darling. My intentions were purely protective, not perverted."
His words sobered her up again, “I know… I owe you my life.”
"You don't owe me anything," he said firmly, his voice now serious. "I did what I had to do, what any man would have done for a person they..."
He cut himself off, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he'd said more than he intended to. Noticing his hesitation, Y/N inched closer to him with a curious, hopeful expression. “Yes?”
His gaze flicked to her when she inched closer, his eyes meeting hers. He took a moment, weighing his words, before continuing. "For a person they care about," he said, his voice quieter, "For a person they want to protect."
With sheer intensity, she placed her hands on his face and pulled him towards her into a deep kiss.
Caught off guard momentarily, he froze for a brief instant as her hands cupped his face, drawing him closer. But as her lips met his in a deep, intense kiss, any surprise he may have had melted away.
Lyutsifer responded with equal fervour, one hand instantly going to the back of her neck, pulling her even closer, while the other gripped the edge of the bed. Y/N tried to ignore the burn of her back as she tried to sit up so she could kiss him deeper. Subtly wincing into his lips, but refusing to pull away.
Her attempt to sit up and intensify the kiss didn’t go unnoticed by him. As she winced in pain, he felt her gasp against his lips, the subtle wince she tried to hide. Not wanting to cause her further discomfort, he slowly eased her back against the pillows, breaking the kiss. He pulled away, his eyes scanning her face, concern etched in his features.
"Darling, you need to rest," he said, his voice stern but soft. "You're still healing; you shouldn't move so much."
“Haven’t I made you wait long enough?” She asked, trying to sit back up again only to be stopped by his hands holding her down.
“You’ve been asleep for three days,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I can wait a little longer.”
He reached over, his fingers brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. “You’re too eager, darling. You need time to properly recover.”
With a sigh, Y/N looked down slightly but nodded in disappointed understanding, “So how long am I stuck in this bed then?”
"For at least a few more days," he answered, his tone firm. "You need to rest and let your body heal. The doctor will be checking on you regularly, and you'll have to take it easy until your wounds are fully healed."
“And then?”
He ran his fingers idly through her hair as she asked her question, his touch gentle and tender.
"And then," he replied, "you'll be free to move around again. Well, within reason."
He smirked before continuing, "But you'll still have to take it easy for a while. No more attempting to break out of bed just because you're impatient."
“So what exactly am I supposed to do till then?” She asked as Lyutsifer moved to sit next to her on the bed.
"Rest, darling," he said, his tone firm but not without a hint of affection. "You need to let your body recover. You can read, watch TV, or I could find you something to keep you occupied. But you're not leaving this room for the time being."
“Okay.” She agreed, although secretly she couldn’t wait for the doctor to sign her off and allow her to move around again.
Sunrise | Twilight J.H
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Chapter 3. Deadly Party Crasher
She tried not to think about Riley as much anymore. It had been a month, and the majority for the police had declared it a dead end; only Charlie was still investigating. Mitsuko wished he’d come back, but she knew the chance of that was slim now, and so she tried her best to move on.
Throwing herself into graduation planning and work, she did anything to distract herself. Mitsuko was elated to be finally graduating; as much as she loved her friends, she was excited to have the freedom that high school never gave her. The ceremony was amazing; she smiled brightly as she and her friends threw their caps in the air as several parents took pictures.
Once she’d gone home, she enjoyed a little celebratory meal with her mom and sister. After dinner, she spent some time with Hoshiko, who helped her get ready for the afterparty. She pulled a white blouse with puffy long sleeves from her closet. Pausing for a moment in thought, she turned back to her closet and pulled out a pink corset that had gold and pearl detailing.
After dressing, she allowed Hoshiko to do her makeup. It was similar to her everyday look, but her sister added some extra shimmer to her eye makeup and highlights. While her makeup was done, she braided half of her hair up and tied it in place. Just as she finished getting ready, she got a text from Jess saying her dad was on his way to pick her up. She stood up and checked herself in the mirror one last time before making her way downstairs.
"You look beautiful!" her mom exclaimed as she made her way downstairs. "Do you have everything you need?"
"Yes, Mom, don't worry; I'll be fine." She reassured her that ever since she learnt about Riley, their mother had been hyperprotective of her two daughters. After sharing a quick goodbye, she ran outside where the car was waiting for her.
Now she found herself drinking from a red plastic cup as music blasted through the Cullens’ woodland house. Although Mitsuko thought that ‘house’ was an understatement, she’d spent some time just wandering around, and while she didn’t go into any of the rooms, she was blown away at the amount of doors alone.
She sighed as one particular Cullen popped into her mind. She hadn’t yet seen Jasper, but she knew he was here; at least he said he would be. Mitsuko presumed he was out on the balcony since she'd seen the rest of the Cullens head that way.
“SUKI!” Jessica yelled towards Mitsuko, breaking her from her thoughts, “COME OVER! MIKE MADE US SHOTS!”
She smiled towards her friend and quickly made her way over, face clear with surprise at the suspiciously neon green shots in front of her. “Mike, what the hell did you make?”
“I actually don’t know, but it does have tequila in…”
“Who cares?” Lauren butted in as she grabbed a glass, “If it’s tequila, I’m drinking.”
The group cheered and followed her lead, each grabbing a glass before clinking the glasses together and each taking a shot. Mitsuko quickly downed her drink, gagging slightly at the strength and sourness of the shot, and then giggled as she watched her friends do the same.
“Mike, what the fuck was that?” Jessica asked her boyfriend, still gagging from the shot. “My throat is burning.”
“Yeah, I think you just gave us pure ethanol.”
“Well, at least my sinuses’ are cleared now.” Angela added, trying to be positive. “Wait, there’s Bella!”
Mitsuko followed behind her friends as they approached the brunette; they each hugged her, which allowed Mitsuko to slide in at the end and pull her into a tight embrace. “Happy graduation, Bella; glad to see you here.”
“Thanks, Suki…” Bella whispered in reply, giving her friend a genuine smile when they pulled away.
“So where’s your boyfriend?” She asked, raising her eyebrow suggestively, earning a mock punch from her friend. Before her friend could reply, Jessica jumped forward to speak to Bella.
“Hey. What did you think of my speech? Too easy-breezy, too self-helpful? You may admit it.”
“No, you pretty much nailed it.” Bella complimented her friend, creating a large smile on Jess’ face.
“Yeah? It's like I was born to lead, right?”
A song began to play, which got Angela's attention. She lit up before turning to her friends, “Oh, great. I love this song; let's go.”
Mitsuko was about to follow her friends, but she noticed Bella hadn’t moved. “You coming, Bella?”
“In a sec, I just need to talk to someone.” Mitsuko noticed her looking at the door where Jacob and two other boys had just entered. She nodded to Bella in understanding before making her way to the dance floor.
Angela pulled her close into a mini group hug with Jessica, all three spinning around together to the music. She danced for a while, sipping on a drink that Mike had passed her. As much as she enjoyed hanging around her friends, she hadn’t seen the Cullens at all, even Jasper, despite his promise.
“I need some air; I’m gonna head outside for a minute.” She turned to Angela, who looked at her in slight concern and offered to come with her, which she had graciously declined.
Mitsuko pushed her way through the crowd and eventually made her way to the front entrance. Stepping outside, she breathed a sigh of relief as she stood by the tree line. “I should probably check on Hoshi,” she murmured to herself before pulling her phone out of her little white bag.
Just as she was about to hit the call button, she heard a strange rustle come from deep within the forest; at first she ignored it, looking back to her phone. Yet, the rustling persisted alongside the strangest whispering as if a voice was calling her name. She didn’t know what came over her, but she found herself walking deeper into the woods in an almost trance-like state.
She continued walking until she found herself in a large clearing and quickly turned her head as a twig snapped, revealing a familiar figure standing on the other side of the clearing.
“Riley?” Mitsuko called out to him as she began to step forward, “Everyone’s been worried sick. Where have you been?”
“Don’t lie. No one’s even missed me,” he answered her, suddenly standing right in front of her.
“What are you talking about? Of course we have... She trailed off as she looked into his eyes, “Are you wearing contacts?”
“It doesn’t matter; you weren’t supposed to be here.” Riley ignored her question, “But she won’t be happy if I leave a witness.”
“Riley, what are you talking about?” Mitsuko was feeling afraid now, unsure if she’d be able to run in her current state. “You’re starting to scare me a bit, Riley.”
“I’m sorry for what’s about to happen.” His face changed into a snarl as he suddenly lunged towards her.
Elsewhere, a few minutes later…
Jasper rolled his eyes discreetly as he was forced to feel the tension between his brother and the young shifter. It was exhausting having to deal with teenage hormones on a regular basis, let alone the heightened hormones of two supernatural boys. He inhaled sharply in annoyance, eyes widening at the overwhelming scent that hit him. Blood and lots of it.
“HELP ME!” A shout got the attention of everyone on the balcony, looking down, spotting Mike Newton running from the woods, cradling something, Jessica running just as quickly behind him. “SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!”
The group quickly made their way down and outside, where a crowd was forming around the Newton boy. Although some of his family opted to stay back as the metallic smell of blood grew stronger the closer they got. Jasper followed closely behind Carlisle, who was making his way through the crowd.
Once the crowd parted, he froze at the bloody sight. Mike was holding Mitsuko in his arms, her body and hair almost unrecognisable from the sheer amount of blood.
“What happened?” Carlisle asked as Mike placed the girl on the ground. Jasper stepping forward and kneeling by her head.
The southern blonde heard Edward whisper a sharp, “Jasper, stay back.” But he ignored it; Mitsuko was someone he cared about; her blood wasn’t affecting him as he was too concerned with her well-being.
“I don’t know; some kind of animal attacked her; me and Jess heard a scream, and we just found her on the ground bleeding.” The young boy explained, trying to hold back tears at his friend’s condition. “She’s conscious, I think, but she’s not responding.”
“Honey, could you go grab the first aid kit?” Carlisle called to Esme, who moved back inside the house. She reappeared quickly, able to use her vampire speed since everyone was distracted outside. He thanked her gently before tearing the box open and pulling the gloves on.
As her began to clean the wounds, the young girl began to stir, muttering something, “Riley… don’t…” Jasper heard her mutter, as did his family, indicated by the sudden feeling of tension that spread through them all. It was at this moment that Carlisle wiped her neck clean and discovered a distinctive bite mark on her left side.
“Why isn’t she in pain?” Jasper quietly whispered to Carlisle so no human could hear; he was hyperfocused on her emotions as he was sending the young woman wave after wave of calm.
“I’m not sure, but she needs medical attention...” The other vampire whispered in reply, and he continued to take care of the young human.
Alongside her bite, she had several scratches and cuts across her body as if she’d been thrown around. What concerned Jasper most was the damage Riley was able to inflict without any of them becoming aware.
The ambulance drove rapidly down the drive of the Cullens house before the paramedics raced out with the gurney. The crowd parted once again as they approached the injured woman. Recognising the doctor, the older paramedic spoke to Carlisle as the other began to place Mitsuko on the gurney, “Dr. Cullen, how is she?”
“She lost a lot of blood before. I’ve wrapped a lot of the major wounds; she’ll need a transfusion for sure.” He explained as he followed them towards the ambulance, “What I’m most concerned about is the possible internal bleeding.”
“Understood. We’ll get to the hospital as quickly as possible,” the paramedic replied as they lifted the gurney into the back. “You wanna ride with us, doctor?”
“Yes, if that’s all right.” Carlisle agreed as the paramedic nodded and allowed him into the back of the ambulance.
As the ambulance raced back down the road, Jasper followed it with narrowed eyes. Everyone else had begun to rush toward Mike, who was drenched in Mitsuko's blood and clearly traumatised. Yet, despite the continuous commotion, the southern vampire’s thoughts remained solely on the young girl that lay in the ambulance.
‘Why didn’t the venom affect her?’ These were thoughts that crossed his mind as he moved his stare toward the puddle of blood she’d left behind, but another thought appeared in his mind, instilling curiosity and a small amount of dread: ‘Was she immune?’
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Chapter 2. Jasper
Mitsuko had spent most of the weekend at home, both comforting and receiving comfort from her family. She’d also spent time with Riley’s parents, doing the same as she did for Charlie only a couple months ago. She even helped them with the missing posters.
Her friends had messaged to check on her after she’d left school early; she’d decided to be honest with them. In their friend group chat, she’d informed them about Riley and was thankful for the support they showed her. They also told her about how Edward had taken Bella out of town, explaining her lack of response in the chat.
By Sunday, she’d given herself enough time to comprehend the situation. Yet her dreams grew worse night by night. It was the same every time: blood was everywhere, upturned or smashed cars covered the car park, and people kept screaming. She saw figures clawing at each other, tearing them apart before throwing them into fires.
A particular shriek always shocked her awake, the same pitch every time, and Monday was no different. Her eyes flashed open in fear, and she quickly sat up, her pink floral duvet gathering by her legs. Bringing her hands to her face, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and moved the hair from her face.
‘Shit’ she thought as she looked to her bedside alarm clock; she’d woken up late. She scrambled out of bed to her vanity table, quickly putting on her everyday makeup and brushing her hair out.
After she was dressed in a simple white skirt and floral blouse, she made her way downstairs. She greeted her mom brightly and graciously accepted the piece of toast offered to her. Hoshiko was already sitting at the table eating a bowl of porridge, lifting her head to smile as her sister took the seat opposite.
They ate breakfast quickly and made sure to clear up their dishes after they ate. Hoshiko raced out of the house with a simple “Hurry up, we’re already late” before hopping into the passenger seat of the Mitsuko’s Mini. The drive to school was full of simple chatter and a mixture of pop and alternative music, a demand made by Hoshiko last year.
Hoshiko was busy telling Mitsuko about her classes for next year when they’d pulled up to school. The sisters parked next to Ben’s car, stepping out to greet their friends.
“Yo Suki, who do you think would win?” Mike immediately asked her instead of a greeting.
“What are you talking about?” She asked confusedly before turning towards where Mike then pointed, “Is that?“
“Edward and Jacob Black? Yep, I don’t know what they’re fighting about, but it seems pretty tense.” Jessica interrupted before she could finish.
Jacob's voice began to elevate as he got angrier, alarmed that her friend was close to a possible fight. Mitsuko stepped forward to try and intervene but was stopped by a strong grip on her wrist. Gasping at the sudden touch, she turned around, only to come face to face with Jasper Hale.
His face was stern and almost worried; brows furrowed, and he stared at her before speaking, "Don't; they know better than to get physical.”
“How do you know that?” She replied back, feeling confused again.
“Just trust me.” He smirked at her, causing a blush to spread across her cheeks.
“If you say so,” she conceded, pausing before continuing. “You have English first, don’t you?”
He didn’t speak, only nodding in reply. “Do you think I could walk with you? We’re in that class together.”
“I know.” Jasper spoke up. “And I don’t mind.” She smiled shyly at his response before gesturing for him to take the lead. It was only as they began walking that she realised Jasper hadn’t let go of her wrist the whole time they were talking, only letting go once she turned away from Edward and Jacob.
His touch returned as she walked up the front steps, a single hand placed on the small of her back to steady her as she walked. Jasper held the main doors open, which allowed her to step inside. It was then Mitsuko built up the courage to say what she’d been wanting to say to him since Friday. “Thank you, by the way.”
His steps faulted slightly as he turned to her, “What for?”
“It’s stupid,” she shook her head, “but on Friday you really helped me ground me, so thank you.”
“It’s not stupid, but you don’t need to thank me.” Jasper looked at Mitsuko deeply as he spoke. She had seen the Cullens eyes before, but Jasper’s seemed so much more intense than the others. It was like she could stare into the pools of amber all day.
‘You barely know him,’ she remained herself, unsure where these sudden feelings came from. Ever since Friday she’d felt a subtle itch under her skin as if her body was craving something; it only faded when she’d seen Jasper’s face.
Ignoring her rapid thoughts, she continued to walk next to Jasper down the corridor. Eventually, the pair arrived outside her English class. Stepping in, she noticed that her seat partner was absent today. Sighing, she sat down and prepared herself for a quiet class.
When she crouched to place her bag under her chair, she nearly jumped when she stood and found Jasper now sitting in the chair next to hers.
“You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” He asked, looking intently.
“Not at all.” Mitsuko replied, smiling softly at him. They sat quietly next to each other while their teacher loaded up the movie on the monitor. As soon as he hit play, Jasper turned to her and whispered softly.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better than Friday, but I’ve been struggling with those episodes for a while, so I’m used to it.” There was something about Jasper that put her at ease; she couldn’t help but tell the truth.
“What exactly happened to you, if you don’t mind me asking?” He continued to whisper; neither was even attempting to watch the movie. Mitsuko hesitated slightly before answering.
“I get these... hallucinations sometimes,” she explained. “It’s not often, but when they happen, they tend to overwhelm me.”
“How do you deal with them?” Jasper asked, genuinely curious.
“Mostly medication, but it doesn’t work as well as it used to.” Mitsuko answered truthfully, and Jasper listened intently, his face full of concern. “I’ve kind of had a hard week.”
"Oh, do you want to… talk about it?”
“It’s…” She paused as a shot of grief ran through her. “My friend Riley Biers went missing in Seattle almost a year ago, and I’ve only just found out.”
“I’m sorry that happened.”
“I just wish I’d known sooner, you know?” Mitsuko explained, to which Jasper nodded in understanding, “Maybe I could’ve done something.”
Jasper lent towards her, cautiously placing his hands on her. She shivered under his cold touch but didn’t pull away. “Don’t do that to yourself; you have nothing to feel guilty about.”
“I don’t feel guilty.” She tried to state it firmly, but she knew it was a lie.
He smiled slightly. “Hate to break it to you, darling, but you wear your heart on your sleeve.”
She blushed and looked down at their hands were connected, noticing how he was softly stroking the back of her right hand. They sat there in silence for the rest of the lesson, just enjoying the comfort they felt from each other.
When the bell rang and the rest of the class began to stand, their hands finally separated. Jasper stood first, grabbing Mitsuko’s bag before grabbing his things as well. She smiled brightly as he helped her put the bag on her right shoulder before following him out of the room.
They walked side by side down the corridor, earning some strange looks from the other students. Yet the dark-haired girl paid them no mind and simply kept walking.
"You know," Jasper started, "people are staring at us."
Mitsuko simply smiled at him before replying, “Just ignore them; they have nothing better to do.”
He glanced over to her again, studying her profile as they walked. "You never get bothered by people watching you?"
“Of course I do, but if I let it affect me all the time, I'd never go anywhere.” She explained matter of factly before continuing, “You know they’re probably only staring at you.”
“Me?”
The dark-haired girl looked at him with an amused expression. "Yeah, we’ve never hung out before, and now here you are escorting me down the hallways like a boyfriend does.” but before he could respond, she continued, "Not that I mind."
"Well, my apologies," he replied with a smirk, his southern twang coming out slightly. "Maybe I just realised you were someone worth paying attention to."
“Thank you.” She blushed slightly but played it off once she realised that they’d arrived outside my classroom. "Well, this is my class; thanks for escorting me here.”
“Anytime Ma’am.” The blonde replied, dipping his head slightly in a small bow.
With a bright smile, she made her way into the class, but not before giving Jasper a small wave goodbye. For the rest of the day, Mitsuko had an extra pep in her step but also couldn’t stop thinking about Jasper.
As much as she enjoyed his company, she was confused. Ever since the Cullens returned from wherever they had disappeared, Jasper had suddenly become very interested in her, and she’d definitely noticed.
At lunch it was the same as always, the group laughing together except with a new addition. Jasper had taken the seat next to Mitsuko again, listening intently as she joked with her friends, and gently placed his hand on her back again, following the same circle motions he used yesterday. She couldn’t help but lean into the touch, feeling wave after wave of comfort and contentment.
“So Jasper,” Jessica spoke up, causing him to finally look away from the girl next to him. “Will you be there at the graduation party?”
“Um, yeah, I’m sure Alice will find a way to make me come,” he answered a little awkwardly.
Angela looked at Jessica with a bemused expression. “You know it’s happening at his house, right?”
“Well, yeah, I was just wondering; he usually keeps to himself,” she responded before trying to Jasper, “no offence though.”
“None taken.” He replied politely with a small nod.
Hoping to diffuse the tension, Mitsuko turned to the blonde and smiled at him, “It’ll be nice to see you there.”
Jasper relaxed visibly when Mitsuko spoke up. It was clear he had been feeling a bit tense from the conversation with Jessica, but her words put him at ease.
"Yeah," he agreed with a small smile. "It will be nice to see you too.”
After Jasper spoke, the bell rung, so everyone began making their way out of the cafeteria and to the next classes. Jasper again took on the duty of escorting Mitsuko to her next class. The pair walked in silence until they stopped in front of her classroom.
“We probably won’t see each other after this.” She began, “I have a committee meeting after school, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yes, of course.” He nodded, “I will see you tomorrow.”
The two shared a smile, both excited for tomorrow but especially the party next week.
Sunrise | Masterlist
The Tanaka sisters have lived in Forks their whole lives, it's a quiet town where nothing interesting happens. That is until the night of Mitsuko's graduation. Now both Mitsuko and Hoshiko Tanaka find themselves entangled in the world of the supernatural. As the pair learn more, one mystery still remains. Why is Mitsuko immune to the bite?
Chapter List
I. The Tanakas II. Jasper III. Deadly Party Crasher IV. A Sisterly Agreement V. Minor Complications
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In all the time since the Cullens had moved to Forks, Mitsuko Tanaka had probably spoken to them once. Even when Bella Swan had moved into town and had somehow quickly become entangled with them, Mitsuko still only ever saw them in passing.
If it wasn’t for a friend’s severe mental state, she probably wouldn’t have noticed when the Cullens left a few months ago. She’d tried to be there for Bella, often appearing at her house with various baked goods, but her friend remained unresponsive. Instead, she began to help Charlie around the house since Bella was unable to help in her condition.
This continued for nearly half the school year, Mitsuko’s worry never lessening even after Bella rejoined the group’s table. Then suddenly one day she’d arrived at school to discover that the Cullens had suddenly reappeared, their table occupied once more.
She’d asked Bella what had happened, but her friend simply excused that The Cullens had simply missed their friends too much. ‘What friends?’ She remembers thinking. The only people the Cullens interacted with was Bella, and that was mainly because she was dating Edward.
Yet, despite the mysterious disappearance and reappearance of the Cullens, the strangest thing Mitsuko experienced was that Edward would now follow Bella to their group's table at lunch. Mitsuko had never even had a single conversation with this guy, and now he was suddenly sitting with them at lunch. Additionally, even then he never really spoke to her; he simply held Bella’s hand and would listen to the rest of the group interact.
She tried to ignore her overthinking and focus on her studies; graduation was coming up, and she wanted to be prepared for college and enjoy her time with her friends before some moved away.
Mitsuko had grabbed her lunch bag from her locker before going to the cafeteria and sitting down at her usual table. She uttered a ‘Hi’ to Bella and her boyfriend, who was already sitting down, before joining in with the lively conversation.
"Jess, are you still worried about your speech?” She’d asked her friend, and she scribbled away on a notepad.
“I just don’t want it to be a stereotypical graduation speech, ya know?”
“You’re getting too stressed about it, here." Mike spoke before stealing the notepad from the girl, “My fellow students. Cool. Right? We are the future. Anything is possible, if you just believe.”
Both Mitsuko and Angela laughed at his antics, with Angela adding a sarcastic “Nice” between her laughter. Ignoring the two, he continued, “Blah, blah, blah, and you got yourself a speech.”
He passed the notepad back to Jess, who ripped the bag out before speaking, “No, this will be my speech. When I want everyone to throw diplomas at my head. So, thank you.” As she spoke, she crumpled the piece of paper and threw it back at Mike’s face.
He ignored the paper and smiled smugly before replying, “Ya gotta embrace the cliches, Jess.”
“They have the bread and butter of all valedictorians,” Eric chimed in from next to Angela, causing her to also chime into the conversation. “And that is why you are not valedictorian.”
“Give the guy a break, Ang,” her boyfriend Ben spoke up, his arms wrapping around her shoulder.
“And Jess doesn't need clichés. Speech is gonna be epic.” Bella spoke up, smirking at the boys, earning a proud smile from Jess.
“Epic? It'll change lives.” She stated confidently.
“I’m sure it’ll change mine." She nudged Jessica as she spoke, earning an appreciative side hug. The group was interrupted from continuing when three other Cullens approached the table and sat down.
Alice and Emilie would occasionally join their group during lunch, mainly so Alice could spend time with Bella. However, Mitsuko found herself getting along with the pixie’s gorgeous girlfriend the more they spoke. Today, Alice had somehow managed to drag Jasper to the table as well, pushing him down into the seat next to Mitsuko.
“I’ve decided to throw a party.” Alice announced brightly as she took her seat.
“After all, how many times are we gonna graduate high school?” Emilie smirked as she spoke, and Mitsuko heard Edward stifle a laugh. Weird.
“A party? At your place?” Angela asked, confused by the sudden invite.
Jessica had immediately perked up at the invitation, “I’ve never seen your house.”
“No one's ever seen their house.” Eric leaned in, replying to Jessica.
“I’ve heard it’s in the woods or something…” Lauren spoke up in mock disgust, but Mitsuko knew she was just as excited as Jessica.
“Another party, Alice?” Edward uttered, seemingly annoyed with his sister, to which Alice insisted, “It'll be fun.”
“Yeah. That's what you said last time.” Bella spoke, agreeing with her boyfriend’s hesitation.
“I think it’ll be fun…” She began to encourage when she noticed Alice start to zone out, probably upset at the less than enthusiastic reaction, but trailed off when she noticed Jasper stiffen next to her. “Hey, you okay?”
Surprised at the sudden question, the blonde turned towards her. "Apologies, just had a sudden thought.”
“Oh yeah, I get those too; don’t worry.” Mitsuko comforted, unconsciously patting his arm in comfort. He stiffed again, and she was going to apologise until a feeling of dread washed over her. “Hey Angie, could you pass me my clear bag?”
Her friend furrowed her brows in confusion but still pushed the clear bag towards her. Mitsuko quickly unzipped it to pull out a strip of tablets. Before she could take her tablet though, a loud pained scream blared into her head, causing her to jump slightly and cover her ears.
"Suki, are you okay?” Katie whispered to her gently to avoid too much attention, “Did you miss your dosage this morning?”
Her close friends were the only ones aware that she took medicine due to her auditory hallucinations. She’d had from the age of fifteen, just before the Cullens had moved to Forks. Her mother had consulted with several doctors who had all come to the conclusion that while it wasn’t schizophrenia, they didn’t have any other diagnosis; she’d been on a prescription ever since.
The scream was continuous and getting louder, joined by various other screams making Mitsuko press her hands into her ears harder. Her head was pounding from the noise, and she was completely unaware of what was happening around; expect for a single comforting hand on her back rubbing her in circles. She tried to focus on the motion of the hand, forcing the screaming to quieten, allowing her to remove her hands and lift her head back up to face a table of concerned faces.
“I’m sorry guys, I don’t know what happened." She said quietly, still recovering from her small episode.
“It’s okay, we’re just worried about you, is all. Maybe you should go home and have some rest?” Angela suggested gently.
Mitsuko nodded in agreement and gathered her things, and as she stood, the hand finally moved from her back, and she realised who it belonged to. Jasper Hale had been the one gently rubbing her back; he was the hand that had grounded her. ‘Don’t overthink it; he’s just being nice,’ she chastised herself mentally before her mind could reel.
As she was walking through the cafeteria, she spotted her younger sister, Hoshiko, sitting with her own group of friends. She figured she should tell her sister rather than letting her worry, plus she was her ride home. “Hoshi!” She called to her sister, getting her attention.
“Suki, are you okay?” She asked as Mitsuko got closer. Hoshiko was aware of her older sister’s mental health and hallucination issues, but Mitsuko had made sure it didn’t affect her life too much. As the older sister, she felt her sister should always come first and had also instructed her mom as such, even when they were only a year and two months apart.
Mitsuko waved her sister off before reassuring her, “I’m okay, but I am going home early today, so could Rory give you a ride today?”
"Yeah, that’s fine." Hoshiko nodded in understanding, “Just message when you get home, okay?”
“Of course.” She then placed a soft kiss on her sister's head before heading to the nurse office. After she got the okay from the nurse, not that she really needed one, Mitsuko left the building and began walking to her car. It was a little white Mini Cooper; she was lucky enough to find one she could afford that was still in pretty good condition. She opened the doors and tossed her pink shoulder bag onto the pink leathered back seats, which she had done over the summer.
She tried to ignore the leftover feeling of dread from her episode and listened to the music on her custom CD on the way home. It was luckily a very relaxing car journey. Lucky because as she pulled in to her house, she noticed a police car waiting outside.
Concerned, Mitsuko scrambled to grab her and things and got out of the car. As she stepped into the house, she was greeted by Charlie and her mom sitting down in the living room, pausing in their conversation when the door audibly latched.
“I um had an episode today,” she said meekly, explaining her early arrival home. “What’s going on?”
“What don’t you sit down?” The police chief offered as her mom shuffled on the couch to give her daughter room to sit. Cautiously, she walked to the couch and gently sat down, preparing herself for the obviously bad news. “It’s Riley Biers; he’s gone missing.”
As Charlie spoke, Mitsuko felt the felling of dread return. She let out a small gasp in disbelief. “He’s studying at UW; he should be in Seattle.”
“Nobody’s seen him since last November,” he replied grimly. “Have you heard from him at all?”
“We haven’t really talked since he moved; he said that he’d been too busy with his friends.” She answered, rubbing her lips together while trying to stop the tears. “Why are you only telling us now?”
“His parents were mainly talking to the Seattle police, but they’ve just closed the case." He explained, his voice measured and calm, “So they’ve contacted me, and Forks PD are going to take the case.”
Mitsuko nodded in understanding, but her mind began to buzz, overwhelmed with her emotions. Her mom pulled into a hug, and she finally broke down as a sob escaped her lips. They stayed there for a few minutes, Charlie wanting to let her calm down before he left.
“I’m sorry, kid; let me know if you need anything.” He said to her a final time before heading out the door. Still buried in her mom’s tight embrace, she barely lifted her head to nod before burying her face again when she heard the click of the lock.
“I’m so sorry, Mitsuko.” Her mother whispered softly to her, pulling away. She allowed her mom to gently wipe her tears away. “How about to get some rest and make you some tea, okay?”
She nodded as much as she could with her face cupped in mom’s hands. Her mom stood and made her way to the kitchen to get everything ready. Mitsuko made the decision to get off the couch and make her way upstairs to her room; she pulled back her covers before lying down. Under the comfort of her bed, she felt her eyes grow heavy; the day had clearly taken its toll on her.
So tired, she fell into a deep sleep, only awoken when she felt some pull back the covers again and crawl into the bed next to her. She opened her eyes to come face to face with her younger sister’s concerned face. “I guess mom told you what happened?”
“Yeah…” Hoshiko whispered back, “I just can’t believe it.”
She nodded before reaching out and pulling her sister into a tight hug. The sisters had always been close to Riley, having been his neighbours since they moved to forks at the ages of ten and nine, respectively. While Riley had drifted from them as he grew up, he still contacted them every now and then, always making the same joke about how they were only a year away from being twins. Neither of them would get that message again.
Yet as they held each other close, their pain washed away. While the world was harsh, the Tanaka sisters would always have each other.
