Lue

He wouldn’t be as passionate anymore, the fire he once held slowly dimming before your eyes. It was disheartening. The spark that once kept your relationship alive is fading, and you're left with a gnawing feeling of emptiness that you can’t quite explain.

And then there was her.

It wasn’t anything too large, the event. Just a kickback amongst some of your shared friends and some extras they’d invited. You’d tagged along with your boyfriend who’d long forgotten about you, chopping it up with a few of the guys on the couch. You felt a sour twinge in your gut as you sat beside him; this is the most enthusiasm he’s shown in weeks.

You’d noticed her in your solitude; shooting you glances across the room. Similar to you, she hadn’t said much of anything, just idly man-spread on the neighboring couch, red cup held loosely in her hand. You’ve never seen her before… you wonder whose friend she is.

You can't help but return the glances– look at her. Her broad shoulders, her thighs, her hands decorated with rings. The piercings that decorate her face. Those eyes, assessing you as she circles the rim of her cup with an index finger, a little smirk forming on her dark lips.

How could you help it– when she’s just radiating with unspoken confidence? It’s captivating, drawing you in like a deer in headlights. There’s a sharpness in her eyes that unsettles you, and yet, something about it excites you. She’s not like anyone you’ve ever seen.

You realized later that she was just waiting. Waiting for your boyfriend to excuse himself so she could move in. It’ll make you wonder later, how much of this she premeditated. It doesn’t take her long to approach you when he leaves, sliding into the spot next to you curtly, smirking as she meets your eyes. She’s beautiful up close.

She’s looking at you with that calculating gaze, making it clear she’s intrigued. She scans your face up and down, “Like your hair… suits you.”

Her voice was deep, commanding, like she had the power to bend the world to her will. You feel your cheeks warm under her gaze, touching your hair softly. “Thank you.” You manage to retort, embarrassingly glancing away. When you shot your eyes back to hers your breath got caught in your chest, her gaze is unwavering. A chuckle rumbles from her throat, “You’re cute.”

But it's not just the look—it’s the way she speaks to you. It’s amazing how easily she manages to fluster you, it’s effortless. Sevika, you learn that her name is, charms you with her dry humor and college stories, entertaining you the entirety of the night.

She tells you about all of the petty fights she’s been in, and all of her run ins with the police. Some of which are so descriptive you have to wonder if she’s being generous with the details. All the while she’s charming you up, placing a hand on your knee, then to your thigh, drawing small circles. You take note of the way she seems to fixate on your hair, constantly moving it from your face or twisting the strands between her fingers.

The flirtation feels different—darker. Her voice rumbles with a kind of quiet power, and when her hand brushes against yours, it lingers just a little too long. You want to pull away, but instead, you stay. The tension builds, and despite your better judgment, a part of you is drawn to it. To her.

You wish you could go back in time and slap yourself. You knew better than to get yourself alone with this girl, this freakishly charismatic, freakishly, randomly attractive girl. But you let her lead you away to a secluded hallway of the house, her excuse being the music was too loud.

And she continued conversing with you, leaning against the wall and swallowing down the rest of the cup. She huffed out something between a scoff and a laugh, “You a nanny or somethin’?” You shot her a confused look in response. She looked down, nodding her head towards the red cup in your hand. “You’re babysitting.” 

“Oh, this…” You mutter, swirling the drink around plainly. “Not much of a drinker.” You notice the roll of her eyes as she pushes herself off the wall and your breath hitches as she closes in on you. She pulls the cup from your hand, raising a large hand to your chin to tilt your head back. You barely manage to sputter, “What are you doing–!” before she orders you to, “Open,” nudging your chin softly.

You lock eyes with her for the umpteenth time, her eyes filled with something different this time around. You hesitantly part your lips, allowing her to pour the rest of the content into your mouth. There’s a soft groan leaving her mouth as she watches some of it spill from the corner of your lips down your chin.

The way her eyes lingered on your lips made your heart race. You were suddenly aware of how close you were, how her scent filled your senses, how her gaze felt like a slow burn.

You don’t say anything, but you can feel the heat between you both, the pull that’s been growing stronger with each passing second. Before you know it, she’s kissing you—rough and urgent, her hands gripping your hips with a hunger that matches the storm brewing inside you. Her kiss is overwhelming, like a fire that consumes you whole. You melt into it, into her, not thinking about the consequences, not thinking about him.

The moment ends just as quickly as it began, but the aftershocks are impossible to ignore. You stand there, breathless, disoriented, and yet, there’s a part of you that doesn’t regret it. It feels raw, real, and alive in a way you haven’t felt in a long time.

You pull away from Sevika, your chest tight with confusion and shame. But Sevika just watches you, unfazed. There’s no sympathy in her gaze, in fact, all you could register was a sly smirk on her lips. Sevika moves to stand close to you, her presence overwhelming, wrapping a hand around your throat, "What's holding you back?" she mumbles against your lips.

And in that moment, you realize that nothing is holding you back. You’ve already made your choice without even knowing it.

There’s no turning back now.  

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

do you like kitschy, campy romance novels? if you're reading this, I hope so.

behind the scenes & chapter notes + other extras (spoilers) :

chapters 1-5

chapter 6-15

spotify playlists

Lysa & Elaine information

the bks screen adaption

bks q&a

bks what if's

reader is generally not described past being picked up a few times, and having hair long enough to be put up

✩ chapters containing smut!

chapter one : honeymoon (6.7k words)

[ Absurd.

That is the only word that comes to mind as you stare at yourself in the mirror. “His favorite color is blue.” ]

chapter two : silent treatment (7.4k words)

[ Something is wrong. You bolt up from the pile of blankets that you call a bed and your eyes dart around the closet as you furrow your brow trying to discern why you feel so much different. ]

✩ chapter three : the smitten paladin (4.6k words)

[ You’re starting to think the planet isn’t the reason you’re so hot all the time.

You had woken up this morning feeling a bit better than you thought you’d be, your stomach is full of butterflies but you're still standing and considering the night you had you’re gonna take that as a win. ]

chapter four : sarad'ika (6.8k words)

[ Sarad'ika. 

You won’t forget it this time, you can’t. So you write it in your book, just under Mando’s favorite color you write the two little words that have been keeping you up at night. ]

✩ chapter five : lunar interlude : just a man (5.0k words)

[ Absurd.

It’s absurd how much the job pays. Din’s not even sure he should take it at this point because it’s too good to be true. ]

✩ chapter six : torment (5.1k words)

[ Okay, maybe you didn’t think this through. 

You didn’t think he’d actually come in and now suddenly the door is shut and you’re alone with him. ]

✩ chapter seven : just friends (3.1k words)

[ Maker it feels like it’s been an hour and you’re both just laying here. He was just inside of you; it shouldn't be so hard to find something to talk about at this point. ]

chapter eight : solar markets (5.3k words)

[ It’s nice to wake up excited again. 

You wish you could say that it happened more often but hopefully it will from now on. It’s going to be your first time leaving the castle grounds since you got here. ]

✩ chapter nine : shuk'la rules (5.6k words)

[ You need sex.

Normally you would be satisfied for quite some time after getting off but for some reason with Mando it was different. But it’s only been two days and you need more. ]

✩ chapter ten : lunar interlude : briikase gote'tuur (4.1k words)

[ He’s grateful for the break from you, even if brief. 

That’s not to say that he doesn’t enjoy every moment he gets to be in your presence but the more time he spends with you the harder it gets to remember that this isn’t real. ]

chapter eleven : he loves me not (4.6k words)

[ Something is wrong. 

All day it’s been wrong. 

He’s different. Distant. ]

chapter twelve : pretend (4.4k words )

[ Two days.

That’s what you’re willing to give yourself. Two days to get over it. One to get it all out of your system and one to pull yourself together. ]

chapter thirteen : lunar interlude : vercopa (3.5k words)

[ He did it.

He did exactly what he knew he needed to do.

So why does he feel worse than ever? ]

chapter fourteen : condemned (4.9k words)

[ You’re having trouble sleeping. 

You have no problem falling asleep, it’s mostly staying asleep. There’s a million different things that consume your thoughts and everytime you drift into unconsciousness you find yourself jolting awake, barely able to stay asleep for more than an hour at a time. ]

chapter fifteen : two tea parties (5.4k words)

[ “What did you do to her?”

Her voice breaks through his sleepy haze as he sits up properly. 

“Excuse me?” ]

chapter sixteen : absolution (4.6k words)

[ There’s a visceral sense of dread when you wake up, for several reasons. 

The glaring obvious culprit of your discomfort would be the fact that today’s your husband's birthday. ]

chapter seventeen : the apostate’s cabin (3.5k words)

[ Just Din. 

It’s sinking in as you walk in silence, holding his hand tightly as he pulls you towards his home. ]

chapter eighteen : portrait of a man (5.4k words)

[ It’s deliciously warm when you wake. You can feel his heartbeat and you can feel the soft traces of sunlight dancing along your back. You stretch in his arms slightly but freeze up as you feel him nuzzle his chin into your hair, planting a kiss against your hairline. ]

✩ chapter nineteen : reverence (7.3k words)

[ You really want to. 

You couldn’t possibly want to more than you currently do. 

It’s actually a bit mean. That he’s left you here in this state. ]

✩ chapter twenty : like real people do (8.4k words)

[ Mando and Din. 

All you can think about right now is how there must be two of them. 

You’re playing with his curls. ]

✩ chapter twenty one : te mirci't (9.0k words)

[ “It means I love you.” 

You aren’t entirely sure how long you stare at him, looking rather silly with your jaw practically on the floor. ]

✩ chapter twenty two : it’s you that i lie with (11.3k words)

[ Naboo has several trading ports. 

You could get him on a cargo ship. That would be the most inconspicuous form of transport. It would help if he was willing to ditch his armor. ]

✩ chapter twenty three : lunar markets (15.0k words)

[ Sneaking out of the castle gets easier every time you do it. 

It only takes a few minutes and you’re walking outside towards the forest trail, Din’s hand in yours, still giddy. ]

✩ chapter twenty four : lunar interlude : riduur (7.8k words)

[ He doesn’t deserve this.

How could he possibly be deserving of you? Yet somehow you make him feel as if he is. With your soft touch and the way your eyes get just a little bigger when you see him. ]

✩ chapter twenty five : wedding bells (11.7k words)

[ Four days of Leo. 

You were upset that Din was leaving you but you got over it rather quickly with the promise of his hasty return. ]

chapter twenty six : crucifixion (12.7k words)

[ “My room is too big.” 

He bursts into genuine peals of laughter and you gently smack his arm.

“Don’t laugh, it’s a serious issue! My room is enormous.” ]

chapter twenty seven : the apostate (6.0k words)

[ Silence.

That’s all there is in his brain. 

It’s hard enough as is for him to hear. It doesn’t help when he’s been beaten half to death. ]

✩ chapter twenty eight : a place for us (8.4k words)

[ You’d spent the better half of the day trying to get on top of him. 

Every time you managed to get close he’d simply set you down on the nearest surface with a kiss on the cheek and go back to doing whatever he was working on. ]

chapter twenty nine : the best kept secret (epilogue) (6.1k words)

[ The morning sun is warm against your face, you bask in it, unmoving and only half awake until you feel a tiny hand slapping your cheek. The illusion of tranquility is immediately shattered as you softly laugh. ]

There's a beauty to finding the right moment. The right moment to speak up, the right moment to leave, the right moment to choose yourself. Finding that moment is essential and almost impossible. And with the luck the Swans seemed to lack, (Y/N) had no chance to acquire that perfect opening to allow the chips to fall where they may.

That night, as she ruminated over breaking up with Jacob, the sudden arrival of Sam and Emily stopped her in her tracks as she saw her window of opportunity close right before her eyes. Although they helped alleviate the tension (Y/N) had felt bubble up inside her, they prolonged the inevitable. She couldn't break his heart with an audience. No. She had to find the most opportune time.

So, she allowed Jacob to kiss her good night and left with her sister and a promise that the girls would see him the day after.

But the next day, (Y/N) spent her hours with Emily's and Bella's companionship. No Jacob in sight and no moment to end things with Jacob. It wasn't until the sisters had spent hours freezing at the beach that the boy had appeared, and by that time, they had to go back home.

So, she allowed him another kiss and another promise. This time that he would take the Swan sisters cliff diving. He told (Y/N) he wanted to spend time with her to make up for the things that had seemed to go awry between them.

"Hey, kiddo," Charlie said as he walked into the house later that night. "You're up late. Everything alright?"

The young Swan sighed deeply as her father sat next to her on the couch, her eyes trained on whatever was playing on the TV. "I'm fine," she responded, hugging her knees closer to her body. "Just a little tired."

"(Y/N), I know I haven't been the best dad I can be, but I'm trying. And I can tell something's been wrong this past week. I just wanna help, kid."

"It's nothing, dad."

"(Y/N)," he pressed. "Please."

"It's just... I don't know. It's complicated."

"Why don't you try me, kiddo?"

(Y/N) let out a shaky breath as her gaze fell on her hands. "It's, uh, it's Jake," she muttered. "Things are just... different."

"What'd you mean, (Y/N)? I thought you guys were working things out."

"We were... I mean, we are," (Y/N) sighed, rubbing her hands across her face as frustration took hold of her. Telling her father about the complexities of her life was new to her, and she didn't know how to navigate the situation. The words simply didn't come to her as easily as they did when she talked to Billy. "I used to think that if Jake and I ever got together that everything would be perfect. I thought he and I were just meant to be. But being with him has been too hard, and I... I don't feel the same about him. Not anymore. Not for a very long time."

"What're you saying, kid? Do you wanna end things with Jacob?"

"I think so, yeah," she breathed, feeling tension leaving her shoulders. "I've been trying to these past couple of days. I just never seem to find the right time. I don't wanna hurt him, but I don't think I can keep pretending to act like I'm in love with him, dad."

"Honey, as hard as it might be, it's better to just end things sooner rather than later," Charlie said as he took his daughter's hands in his, stopping her absentminded skin-picking. "If you don't love Jake anymore, the best thing you can do for both of you is to break up with him. He'll understand if you just talk to him."

"What if he doesn't, dad? What if he hates me after all is said and done?" (Y/N) sniffled, feeling the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. "He was my friend first, and I don't know if we can have that relationship again."

"You can't be thinking 'bout what Jake might feel when it comes to this, (Y/N). As horrible as it may sound, you have to put yourself first. It's taken me a long time to understand, but staying in a relationship just because you're worried about the other person will break you."

The girl knew her father's words came from experience, but in his case, he had been the Jacob in the relationship. "Can I ask you something, dad?" she tested. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"I'm guessing this is about your mother," he chuckled softly before she nodded. "Go ahead."

"How did... how did you feel when she left so suddenly?"

"I can tell you that I was angry at first... and confused. I was very confused," Charlie sighed. His eyes were cast with a saddened haze that seemed to drain any ounce of energy from his body. "Your mother, she... she had felt stuck here. When Bella was first born, she found it hard to picture raising her in this 'gloomy void' as she liked to call it. But she tried as best as she could to be happy here. Then you were born a couple of years later, and she decided enough was enough. Renée took you and Bella, and she didn't look back. "For years, I wanted an explanation. I wanted to understand how she could take you girls away and leave me here. But then, I understood. Your mother, as selfish as it may have seemed at the time, was doing what she needed to survive. Forks was eating her alive. She had to leave before this town consumed her. Before the clouds and the rain took who she was with them. And I wanted to stay. "I understood in time that her leaving me was the best thing she could do for herself, and for you girls as well, in a way. As much as it hurt to not have you here, knew it would have been worse if your mother had stayed. I didn't resent her for breaking things off with me." Charlie's eyes brimmed with tears, his body shaking slightly as he spoke. He had avoided telling his daughters anything that had happened between him and their mother. All he ever wanted was for them to know they were loved, even if he found it hard to express it. "Thinking about yourself is not a bad thing when it's what you need to be happy, honey. You can't control how Jacob will react, (Y/N). All you can do is worry about your own well-being, regardless of the outcome."

"I'm just scared that I won't have anyone left here, dad," she confessed., tears softly rolling down her cheeks "If I lose Jake, I'm afraid I'll have no one else in this town."

A sad smile crept onto the man's face, his thumb wiping away the liquid that stained his younger daughter's face. "You will never be alone as long as I'm here, (Y/N)," he professed. "And I know there's other people that feel the same way."

"Who, dad? You? Bella? Uncle Billy? That's all the people I have," (Y/N) exclaimed. "Any of my 'friends' at school are only Bella's friends, or they're just interested in getting closer to her. I have no one else."

"What about Paul?"

The sound of his name made her heart skip a beat in her chest, and the wrench in her chest tightened. The pain was almost unbearable, a constant ache that had made its home inside her ever since she had strayed from him. The pull was strong. It consumed every last ounce of energy she had, taking over her body like it belonged there. "What about Paul?" she stammered.

"I thought that Paul boy had become a good friend of yours. At least from what I'd heard." As he searched his daughter's eyes, he saw something that concerned him. "Did something happen between you two? Something I should be worried about?"

"It's... it's just complicated," (Y/N) muttered, her lip trembling. "All I know is that I lost him too."

"But what happened, kid? I thought things were growing between you. I mean, it was enough to send Jake over the edge that one time," he said. "You know there's nothing you can't tell me, (Y/N). Even if you don't tell me the whole thing, just tell me the jist of what happened."

"He, uh, he lied about something very important. Something essentially life-changing," she sighed as she relented. She knew she couldn't tell him everything, but she could explain what was making her hurt. "I don't know why he did it. He had promised there was nothing he would keep from me. And yet, he was lying to me for months. If it hadn't been for Jake, I would have never found out."

"Did he give you a reason, at least? I don't wanna say I've been gossiping," he chuckled softly. "But Billy told me that boy was quite taken with you. Maybe he had a good reason to keep this from you."

"Dad, you and Billy shouldn't be discussing my love life," she laughed softly. "Paul did say he was trying to keep me safe, protect me from whatever it is that he thinks I need protection from. But Jake told me he said I couldn't handle the information. Like I was too fragile or something. And he said some things that, uh, something that he can't take back."

Charlie took a steadying breath, wondering when his little girls became teenagers with endless boy problems. "Are you, maybe, finding it difficult to forgive him because you feel something for this Paul boy?" the man offered tentatively. "I can't help but notice how you're taking this break harder than the one you had with Jacob."

"I, uh... you know... um..."

"You know there's nothing wrong with that, kid. You can't help anything when it comes to matters of the heart."

"Did I wake up in an alternate universe?" (Y/N) chuckled. "Since when are you and Bella so pro-Paul? Last time I heard, you guys thought he was all trouble and part of a gang."

"Well, you have Billy and Sam Uley to thank for that," Charlie smiled, relieved that a smile was stretching across his daughter's mouth. "Apparently, he's not as bad as the way people around paint him to be. Just a good kid that's been caught in other's bad graces."

"So, now everyone wants me to make up with Paul? This is honestly crazy."

"Honey, I just want you to be happy. And I know that he was making you happy, more than I've seen you in a really long time."

"I guess... I mean, I did like spending time with him," she sighed as her shoulders slumped and her body fell against the couch. "And I've really missed his friendship. But I don't know how I can trust him again after what he did."

"I'm gonna be frank, kiddo. Trust is hard to gain back," Charlie said. "It doesn't mean that you can't work toward it. If this boy is really worth it, I think it's time you sit down with him and have an honest talk about whatever happened between you two. And you have to break things off with Jake. I like the boy, but you don't."

"Can't I mope and say you're wrong?" (Y/N) pouted. "I don't want to admit that you might have a point there."

"If it makes you happy, you can say whatever you want," the man chuckled as he wrapped his arms around his daughter. "I just want to see you happy again and not this fake happiness you've been parading around with."

"There goes my chance to ever make it in Hollywood," she sighed contentedly. "Really thought I would make it as an actress."

"Keep it as a hobby, kiddo," he grinned. "Now go on to bed. It's getting late."

"It's spring break," she groaned. "I should be able to stay up late whenever I want."

"Not if you want your birthday gift next week."

"You would really hold my gift hostage if I don't go to bed?" she said, faking offense. "I can't believe you would do something like that, Charlie Swan. I think I might just have to call law enforcement on you."

"Already here, kid," he laughed. "But there's one thing that I will tell you, kid. If any of those boys try anything with you, it doesn't hurt to remind them that I have a gun... or two." 

"That's not a funny joke," (Y/N) grinned. "But I will keep it in mind."

"Good thing I'm not joking," he smiled. "Now, go on. Go to bed."

"Night, dad," she said with a slight chuckle. "Love you."

"Love you too, kid," he responded as she walked up the stairs.

(Y/N) knew she had to break up with Jacob that morning. Well, maybe after they went through the life-risking feat of cliff diving. But she was sure that it had to be that day because, in all honesty, all she wanted to do was talk to Paul after.

As she spent another night with him on her mind, she started to think maybe she had overreacted. The pain she felt as the distance stretched between them was unbearable –almost completely impossible to ignore. She wanted to rid herself of the wrenching of her heart, to put everything on the table and finally admit...

"Is it crazy?" Bella's words interrupted her thoughts. "Cliff diving is crazy."

"I mean, people do it all the time," (Y/N) shrugged. "Not all of them can be crazy."

The sisters walked to the beach by themselves after leaving Billy's house abruptly. Jacob and the rest of the pack were following a fresh trail left by the vampire that had been trailing Bella for longer than anyone had been comfortable with. And no one would say it, no one wanted to even think it, but they were terrified Victoria would catch a whiff of (Y/N) and decide she was worth the chase too.

As they worried about the pack's safety, Bella and (Y/N) tried their best to keep themselves occupied. But the older Swan was restless. Too much was running through her mind –one figure specifically—for her to sit still. The cliffs called her name, beaconing her closer and closer. She knew it was dangerous, and part of her wanted her sister to beg her not to do it; the part that knew that Edward's apparition could only do so much to detain her.

One second, the girls were sitting on a log, kicking the sand in front of them. And the next, (Y/N) was following an exasperated Bella up to the highest cliff.

The ocean was scarier from a greater distance. The waves crashed angrily against the rocks, roaring at anyone who dared enter them. It was a warning call from the very water of what was to come, a foretelling of the shift in the paradigm of their lives. (Y/N) should have taken the shouting of the waves as a bad omen. She should have pulled her sister away from the cliffs and waited for Jacob in the safety of the sand, huddled together to fight the cold. That's what she should have done in hindsight.

Instead, she followed her sister up the trail and looked down at the dark, crashing waves and the way they contrasted against the lighter sky. So far up, they were quiet, but their warning was still clear. They didn't want them to jump into the water. Not that day. Not by themselves. "Bella..." (Y/N) stammered as she looked over the cliff to see the distance of the dangerous drop. "I don't think this is such a good idea."

But Bella was not listening. She seemed stuck in a trance, lost inside the depths of her mind. No matter how many times (Y/N) called her sister's name, she would not respond. All she did was stare down the edge of the cliff into the bottomless pit that was the ocean. She stared and stared until she took a diving stance and flung herself into the water.

"BELLA!!" the girl wailed, watching as her sister disappeared into the water.

Panic surged inside the younger Swan as the seconds passed, and Bella did not resurface. Waves passed over the spot where she saw her body submerged, but no sign of her sister. She could have run for help. She could have called Jacob or Paul, anyone that could get her sister out. But that would require time. And time was something she did not have the luxury of. (Y/N) had to do the only thing she saw possible in the moment.

Forgetting the fear inside her and the voice of reason that told her to walk away, she threw off her jacket, knowing it would pull her down, and she jumped. The cold breeze her body felt as she fell was nothing like the freezing temperature that engulfed her under the punishing surf.

Without thinking much, (Y/N) began swimming, doing her best to find her sister's body in the darkness. Her feet kicked, and her arms pulled, moving her body hopefully toward Bella. But all she could see was darkness, and all she could feel was the stinging salt in her eyes and the coldness sinking into her bones.

She wanted to give up. A few minutes in and all she wanted was to allow her limbs to give up and succumb to whatever fate awaited the Swan sisters. Yet she knew she had to be stronger than her head. She had to bury any thought of surrender and fight. She had to fight for her sister, she had to fight for her father, and she had to fight for herself. Bella had too much life to live, Charlie couldn't lose both of his daughters, and (Y/N) had to prove to herself just how strong she was.

Against her body's better wishes, her limbs kept moving. After somehow breaking the surface for a breath, she sank back under and continued her search. And after what felt like a lifetime, in the distance, she saw her.

Sinking into the void was the older Swan daughter, seemingly surrendering to the pull of the current. She didn't fight, she didn't kick, she didn't wail. All she did was sink. Like she had given up, or she was hoping for something...

But (Y/N) would not allow it.

If Bella had abandoned hope, her sister had not. With newfound strength, she kicked toward Bella, pulling and pulling water as she neared her sister's body. Even as her body ached with exhaustion, she kept going until the older girl wasn't just an image in front of her but a tangible body in her hands. (Y/N) snaked her arms under her sister's and kicked with all her might until she finally broke the surface.

Bella was finally out of the water, and at least (Y/N) was treading water to keep them both above the surface. But the shore seemed farther than the girl thought imaginable. With her sister's dead weight and her body almost giving up on her, (Y/N) had no idea how she would make the distance.

As far as it was, one thing was clear, they had to get out of the water and warm up.

Universe, help me, was all (Y/N) could think as she headed toward the shore. 

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A rustling in the grass behind you dragged your attention back to the present moment. You whipped around, only to see nothing but empty air.

Why were you so nervous?

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to this macabre routine. The pain would be as bad as it always was, never better and never worse. And then it would go away as quickly as it came when you awoke back at the campfire, to continue your eternal wait for another trial.

So why was this trial different? Why did you feel the need to constantly check over your shoulder, as if someone were on your trail? You knew that it wasn’t irrational- the Pig had a habit of creeping up on people.

But not you- not anymore, at least.

Especially since you were beginning to put more of the pieces together, fully letting the realization that she was ignoring you sink in. But the reason why was elusive to you. In all the time you had been in the Fog, she had never acted this way, not to you, not to anyone else. She had been as ruthless as the others, hunting you each down and playing her sadistic games with you.

Whenever she saw you, she simply turned around and pretended like she hadn't, sometimes only chasing you for a second before seemingly giving up.

Another trial survived, but how?

Sitting back at the campfire, you knew what you had to do. You had to know why she let you go, why she had ignored you for the past three trials you’d faced her. The worst that could happen is she had no reason behind it and puts extra attention on you the next time you see her. That you had really just been lucky and managed to escape her notice, a mistake that wouldn’t be repeated once brought to her attention.

But maybe… just maybe it was purposeful. And you needed to know.

Steeling yourself, you rose from the campfire and headed into the woods surrounding you. It wasn’t uncommon for people to leave, for alone time or a change in scenery. But you kept walking past the point that most did, past where even Meg wouldn’t tred on her occasional “clear her head” runs. You walked right until the fog weaving around the trees was so thick you could barely see past the first line of foliage.

One last look back in the direction of the campfire, your rapid heartbeat pounding in your ears, your breath fast and erratic.

Before you could continue to delay, or second guess yourself, you took a shaky step into the fog, ignoring the voice in your head telling you this was a bad idea.

___

The meat plant was dark and dank, certain rooms smelling so strongly of death and decay that you had to constantly stifle your gags, your fear of being found before you were ready stronger than your disgust at the surroundings.

You were paranoid- why wouldn’t you be? You’d never tried to interact with a killer outside of a trial, and no one else had either, at least not that they spoke of. Nobody spoke of it like it was taboo (but nobody spoke of it at all, so you wouldn’t really know either way). You could really only trust your gut that the Pig wouldn’t hurt you here and that even if she did, it would be just like being hurt in a trial.

...Right?

From the room adjacent to the one you were walking through, you could hear the distant sound of something being built- clicks and the metallic noise of pieces being screwed in.

For some reason, it never occurred to you that she might make all of her traps herself. You had assumed it was something the Entity would’ve gifted her, but it seemed the opposite.

Moving to the nearest opening in the wall, you peek around the corner, catching sight of her.

She’s not wearing her mask, and you spot it- with the few others she dons- on a shelf along the farthest wall from you. She’s working, back hunched over her desk, nimble fingers fiddling with a wrench, the skin of her hands shining slightly from oil. Her long hair was falling into her face, obscuring it from your view. You shuffled closer, wanting to continue to observe her as she was naturally before figuring out how to really approach her, if you would even be brave enough to do that.

“I can hear you, you know.”

So much for that.

You startle, knocking over a mannequin, but she isn’t even looking at you. She continues tinkering away, unconcerned with your presence. You wonder if the traps she has are always the same, or if she has to rebuild them every single time. By the looks of it, she is adding some sort of modifications to the trap, the base seeming to be exactly as it had always been.

After tightening a screw to her liking, she straightens, turning to face you.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

You don’t miss how her eyes quickly flick up and down your body, but you focus on her. More so, you focus on her face. Her actual face, not a rancid pig’s head made into a ghastly mask. She’s beautiful, which is a sickening thought. People who were as evil and twisted as her shouldn’t be attractive, shouldn’t make your heart skip in its frantic beating.

You’ve only been staring at her for a few short moments before you recognize that you should probably respond, and not get caught up in admiring her unexpected beauty.

“...And you’re not supposed to play favorites.”

She paused, leaning back and looking at you appraisingly, her gaze once more moving down your body. It’s slow this time, like she’s not even bothering to hide it. A wry smile dances across her lips, before she shakes her head and it disappears.

“If you want answers, I’m not going to give them.”

So she does have a reason for continually sparing you.

“But-”

“No.” Her voice is hard. “I have rules I need to follow, as do you. I just get punished worse if I break them.”

“So you can continually spare me, but telling me why is out of the question?” You move closer into the room, but make sure to maintain your distance. You knew that you could outrun her for a little while, but didn’t want it to come to that.

“I didn’t spare you shit.” She says, before pausing and continuing in a slightly softer tone. “Plenty of killers don’t get them every time, you’re not special.”

“I don’t believe you.”

She smiled, but it didn’t meet her eyes. You couldn’t tell if it was the smile of someone losing their patience, or of someone getting exactly what they wanted. Or something else, an inhuman emotion you’d never come across in your entire life (and subsequent unlife).

“Do you want me to kill you right now to make up for it? Don’t be fucking ungrateful.” She spits the word like it’s venomous, and you wonder what had happened to make her the way she is. Why she was so intent on testing the survivor’s will to survive if she was hell-bent on killing you anyway.

“I’m not un-”

“It sure sounds like it.” She smoothly rises from her seat, seemingly having forgotten about her work, or at least decided that you were more interesting than it. She crosses to where you stand, snatching a knife off a table as she walks.

You can’t decide whether to focus on the glint of its blade, the way her pale hand looks as it grasps it loosely, or her face as she slowly gets closer to you.

“Now, do yourself a favor and get out before I make good on killing you.” She’s so close to you now, the knife held between you. Your eyes flick down towards it, before back up to meet her dark eyes.

“No.”

“No?”

She rushes forward, and for a moment you expect to feel the sharp sting of her blade digging into your stomach. But instead, she pushes you against the wall. Your shoulder blades hit the concrete hard, causing you to gasp at the pain. Luckily, you managed to avoid letting your head hit the wall, leaving any possible head injuries for another day.

“I do like those noises you make.” She mutters, moving even closer to you. Now that any escape route you may have had mentally planned is gone, you feel a lot less brave than you had been coming here.

She trails her blade down your chest, letting it catch on the fabric, but not enough to tear.

You startled backwards, but she caught your arm, quickly spinning you around and pinning you to the wall, your chest awkwardly pressing against the cold concrete. You flinch against her, trying to loosen her grip on your arm, acutely aware of her knife which was now resting against the side of your neck.

“Stop struggling,” She hissed into your ear, shivers rushing down your spine at the sensation of her breath against your skin. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You have my attention.”

“I-” She twisted a hand into your hair, yanking your head backwards as you yelped.

“You wanna know why I’ve been ignoring you?”

God, yes.

She chuckled, low in her throat and you realized you must have exhaled it. She lets go of you, allowing you to turn around and face her.

“I like you.”

A beat.

Your gaze flicks to her lips.

She exhales, and she’s so close to you that you can feel her breath on your face.

And then she pounces.

Her lips crash onto yours, her body pinning you against the wall. For a moment, you’re stunned. There was nothing- nothing- that had indicated that this was the reason why she stopped killing you. But for the most part, you just were reeling from the sensation of her surprisingly soft lips against yours. When you got over the momentary paralysis, you melted against her, molding yourself against her.

When she parts from you, her eyes are lidded and her pupils blown in her already dark eyes.

“Over there.” She gestures with her head in the direction of where she wants you to go. Though you aren’t quite sure exactly where, you start rushing over, not wanting to keep her waiting. As you approach the wall, you see what she must have been intending.

Hidden in an alcove in the wall is a messy bed, with papers taped to the wall surrounding it. Art, letters, plans. It was jarring to see something so human in such an empty place.

“Get on.”

“Isn’t it a bit small-”

“You can deal.” Her hand pushes you, making you fall back onto the bed. The sheets smell like patchouli and spice, wafting up at you upon impact. You barely have time to fully accustom yourself to this when the Pig straddles your waist.

“What’s your name?” You blurt out, staring up at her. She tilts her head to the side, smirking.

“Why’d’ya need to know?”

“Well. We just call you the Pig.” She wrinkled her nose, scoffing at your admission.

“Amanda.”

Amanda.

Without giving you a moment to respond, she attacks your mouth once again. You surge up to meet her, heat pooling in your lower abdomen as she moves against you. Her kiss was intoxicating, and the vague notion in the back of your head that this was against the rules of this realm only made it more so. If it was forbidden by the being that demanded your continual torment, you were glad to disobey.

Amanda moves from your lips to your jaw, trailing her mouth along your skin. Her hands wander over your chest, not landing anywhere for more than a few seconds at a time. Your own hands are occupied, one in her hair and the other still braced against the sheets from when she pushed you onto it.

Slowly, one of her hands delves closer to your navel, as her mouth continues its journey to your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to the delicate skin, occasionally pressing her teeth in. Never enough to marr the skin, but enough to make your breath tremble.

“Amanda, please-” Breathless, you don’t even know what you’re asking her for. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, and the corner of her mouth turns up as she adjusts herself to sitting between your legs instead of straddling them.

Deftly, she undoes the button on your pants, yanking the offending material down and off your legs. She cups your mound in the palm of her hand, barely brushing your sex with her fingertips. But even then, she can clearly feel the effect her attentions have had on you, and she blinks slowly as she runs her fingers over you.

“So wet, fuck.”

Your eyes slip closed as she slowly circles your clit, alternating between small and large circles. It seemed like an eternity since the last time someone touched you like this, the only sensations available to you in the Fog being pain and torment. And Amanda was skilled- you could tell just by how she applied and adjusted the pressure and speed of her movement that she had experience doing this. You tilt your hips toward her, whimpering as you try to get her to give you more of the delicious pleasure that she was currently teasing you with.

“All I did was push you around a little bit and you’re already this needy.” She leans down over your exposed sex, her dark eyes are staring into yours as she spits onto your cunt.

If your mind wasn’t clouded with need, you might have been embarrassed by the noise you made when her saliva met your folds, but in this moment you couldn’t care less. It was hot, and that’s all you could really comprehend at that moment.

“You’re filthy.” The corner of her mouth is quirked to the side, a sly smile that reads trouble. She moves up your body again, her face once again above your own. “I like that.”

Without warning, she inserts two fingers into your pussy, barely giving you time to adjust to the sudden intrusion before she starts moving at an intoxicating pace.

Amanda eagerly watches your face, drinking in every fleeting expression and getting drunk off of it. Her breath fans over your skin, her intense eyes the only thing you can focus on. Vaguely, you register the sloppy noise of her hand’s movement, the mixture of her saliva and your slick smacking as she fucks you. But you don’t care about the potentially embarrassing noise. You only care about the feeling of it, the feeling of her fingers brushing against the spot inside you that sends lightning through your veins, of the stretch when she slips another finger in alongside the other two, of her calloused thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

You roll your hips down onto her hand, and though you’d thought she would dislike it, she doesn’t stop you, only speeding up her movement. She can tell you’re close, her fingers coaxing you towards your climax.

“Give it to me, wanna feel you clench around me-” She’s mumbling, her lips so close to your own that if you could, you would kiss her. But as it was, you were far too preoccupied with chasing your pleasure, and she seemed content to give it to you without question.

“Go ahead, be a good girl and cum for me.”

Her lips are once again on yours when you cum, consuming any sounds that escape your open mouth. Her fingers only stop moving once you’ve completely come down from your high, slipping out of your pants as quickly as she’d slipped them in there. Sitting back from you, she wipes her fingers on her pants, her eyes still hazy from lust.

You reach for her, intending to return the favor but she backs away from you, slipping off your body and leaving you to slowly put yourself back together. To ignore the weird emotional war raging inside you.

It’s quiet for a few moments before she speaks up from where she was sitting on the edge of her bed.

“You said something to me.”

“What?” You turned to her, but she wasn’t looking at you. Her sudden change in demeanor from the dangerous woman before was jarring, having only seen a few glimpses of this quiet Amanda.

“You apologized.”

She was conflicted, and you wished that you knew what the fuck she was talking about. But you were lost, unable to conjure any memory that might fit what she was speaking about.

“You hit me with a pallet, and instead of being smart and running off, you said sorry.”

Had you? You’d had so many trials, so many deaths and escapes, that there were only a few that stood out, everything else blurring together into a painful sludge.

“I don’t like hurting people.”

She continues on as if you hadn’t spoken. “No one ever apologizes here- I doubt any of you even apologize to each other.”

She finally looks up at you, her eyes wide and vulnerable.

“I saw you, clearly. The only survivor who I have really seen, the only one I could distinguish from the others. And I never wanted to hear you apologize again. I wouldn’t even give you the chance to.”

There was still so much she wasn’t saying- and more she probably hadn’t even figured out. For your part, you couldn’t even remember apologizing to her, mentally chalking it up to a reflex at hearing her startled yelp. But that short moment that you had immediately forgotten had cemented you in her mind.

“But if She has figured out what was going on… She may force my hand. But I don’t… I can’t…” She trails off. “You should go. Your friends are probably worried about you.”

“So… this is just a one time thing?” You barely gesture in the air between you, and despite what she had said about the Entity and Her punishments, you didn’t want the answer to be negative.

“I don’t think you’ll be a one night stand, if that’s what you’re asking.”

You nod, quietly contemplating her answer. Slowly rising onto still weak legs, you pull your underwear and pants back on, their warmth welcome in the odd cold of the meat plant. You start to walk out of the room before turning to her and smiling softly.

“See you later, then.”

She only chuckles quietly in return.

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Prompt List

Abby Anderson

Body Guard (x Fem! Reader Series)

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

One-Shots

He Doesn’t Have to Know

Back From Patrol

Gotta Make This Quick

Hard at Work

Cake on the Counter

I Hate That I Love You

Headcannons

Friends with Benefits

Ellie Williams

Tired of Waiting (x Fem! Reader Series)

!Discontinued!