#kiriam

So this is love?

Kira had faced up against Dread Doctors, Skinwalkers, hell even Malia for the last slice of pizza but nothing could prepare her for the sheer chaos that was Fortnite. “You’re sure this is fun?” She asked, sitting cross legged on her boyfriend’s bed, controller in hands. The TV glowed with the colours from the games colourful lobby, some upbeat song playing from the speakers. Now don’t get her wrong she had gamed before but nothing like this. The kitsune liked the soft relaxing games like Animal Crossing and Minecraft but she liked seeing Liam happy and if learning to play the wolves favourite game made him happy so be it. Besides it’s a game, how hard can it really be?

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Okay. It wasn’t like Kira wanted any of that. Of course not. That was ridiculous. She wasn't going to fall for the dumbass talk of stupid magicians. Not a chance. She needed to recover, get out of there, and have sex. She needed that. Control and pleasure.

Kira went to the bathroom, returned to normal breathing and makeup—and went back to the bartender. She didn’t care that other people had seen her in a moment of weakness, a moment of madness, out of her mind. It sucked though, because Kira knew that everyone had witnessed something important—important to them, Kira couldn’t care less. She hated that it had happened, that it had been like that, in the middle of so many people. But there was nothing she could do; it had happened, and she just had to pretend to be okay and leave.

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(THIS IS A DRAFT, SO PLEASE, BE NICE)

Mentions of Blood and Violence; Mental Health Issues; Hint of Masochism; Dark Fic

Kira was somewhat bored at the bar, with her aconite-infused whiskey in hand, sipping here and there in a solitary booth to at least manage a little amusement, since she couldn’t really get drunk like the humans. It was a bar full of supernatural creatures; everyone there knew the trick, and that was precisely why they were there. Normal bars wouldn’t be of any use to people like Kira.

It wasn’t the only bar the girl knew, but she liked that one in particular; there were several good-looking boys and girls with whom she enjoyed having fun once in a while. Perhaps other people found her life rather monotonous, and even she thought so when she watched the night sky and gazed at the stars from her bedroom window, a cigarette dangling from her lips, the thoughts of a lonely girl running wild, especially when she was most vulnerable.

She felt conflicted when she thought about it; it was kind of depressing and ridiculous for Kira, who didn’t like feeling like a silly, fragile girl at any time. That would only bring her back to her deplorable situation in the asylum years ago, and she didn’t need that painful, destructive feeling back in her chest, ruining her life. She wanted control, the pleasurable feelings of life. To be in charge, to feel, to inflict pain and receive adoration. She could have a monotonous life, flings here and there, work, going out and exploring. She didn’t want any pack, even though she knew how the rules worked and that her packmates were nearby, too scared to leave her, fearing what might happen if Kira found them. The girl had a reputation and blood on her hands; no one wanted to go against her word. She had no mercy or hesitation. If she wanted someone dead, that someone would be dead. After all, she was still an Alpha; she had her worth, status, and power. She wouldn’t let anyone take that away from her, no matter the circumstances.

So that was it. A monotonous life, sometimes good, sometimes depressing and lonely, but Kira even liked the mix. Maybe she was a bit masochistic, but so what? Life was as she knew it, as she wanted it to be. Pleasurable and painful. She liked that combination.

A beautiful girl with strawberry blonde hair was sipping a drink two tables ahead, lips full and red, and incredible legs. Kira was wondering how they would look around her hips, until her eyes fell on a different girl, who seemed to have just arrived. She was incredibly beautiful, just as much as the other woman she was eyeing. Dark hair, striking features, a loose, sexy dress. Why not admire her? Kira liked how she always met beautiful people at that bar.

This time, however, Kira felt something pinching her chest, as if her vital organ was being pulled by something, or someone. This drew her attention back to herself, the pretty girl forgotten in seconds. Kira paused and focused on breathing. Slowly. But suddenly, there was a lot of noise around her and her heart was beating excessively. And it hurts.

Kira stood up, drawing the attention of several people because of how disoriented she seemed, stumbling and unable to hear anything but her heart pounding, as if she were close to having a heart attack. She felt a strong grip on her arms, holding her, keeping her feet on the ground, as if they were gravity itself. She heard his voice, and then saw bright blue eyes, until, a few seconds later, things in her mind began to return to normal. She could finally see her savior.

Kira saw him. He saw her. Her breath was stolen by the moment. Her heart synchronized with that of the stranger before her. She realized things weren’t that different with him. The guy felt the same way, Kira could see it in his expression. But it was quick. He let go of her like she was disgusting goo, dropping her there, almost falling on her own feet.

“What do you want from me?” Kira asked, the knife still in the man’s throat. “Why did you kill my friends... for me?” It was kind of strange to say that out loud. She didn’t ask for anything. She didn’t even know this guy. Okay, he worked in the old library she liked to go to, but she didn’t really know him. And honestly, it seemed good, because he had some screws missing in his head. The man murdered two people in cold blood and was covered with their blood, but somehow was still sitting in an armchair in his victim’s house with a knife on his neck and acting as if he was ready for tea time.

Well, at least Kira didn’t need to feel guilty about her strange thoughts, as this guy seemed five times more cray-cray.

“I didn’t kill your friends,” he said. “Yet.”

Kira pressed the tip of the knife in the man’s Adam’s apple. He closed his eyes. “What does that supposed to mean?”

“It means I haven’t killed your friends yet. Although it was fun, my beloved Kira, is no task for just one day. Besides, it’s your task, not mine. This was just an incentive.”

“Excuse me?”

The man wrapped the hand Kira was holding the knife and removed her from her hand, pulling her body to his with the lightness of a feather. Kira landed on his thighs, as if she were made to be there, her hands on the man’s bloody chest, and again, their faces were close.

“You’ll kill the pack of the goodies,” Liam whispered. “You’ll show that you’re the most powerful woman in this ridiculous town. That you don’t belong to anyone. May no one ever fuck you, break your heart like McCall has done.”

Kira didn’t move away, she just whispered back. “And you?”

“I’m here just to be what you need me to be. You’re the boss.”

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Theo pulled the sheet off the bed and threw it into the laundry basket, anger mixing with fear, turning into anxiety. He wanted those feelings away, out of his body. Then, just as he got rid of the sheet, Theo got rid of his clothes and went to the shower.

For a few minutes, being under the hot water really helped. Inhaling and exhaling. Slowly. Everything was O.K. It was just a stupid nightmare. There were no glowing crimson eyes. No dark shapes coming towards him in the dark forest. Or pain. He was at home. Safe. 

And then it came. The pain. Gradually drilling into his skull; without being invited. Theo pressed his forehead against the cold bathroom tile, his eyes and teeth clenched tightly, wobbly legs.

i have to confess that in terms of writing im not doing as well as i was last week, im discouraged and upset, so i don't feel like working on any of my fics right now. i wanted to have a little something ready for my birthday but oh well.

anyway!

this was already written. i wrote it last week and was super proud of. it's one of my theo/kira/liam fics :)

Author: Riyusama Rating: G Tag(s): n/a Pairing(s)/Characters(s): Liam Dunbar/Kira Yukimura Summary:

Liam is a man of action. He knows that actions speak more than words so he does what does best, to go in head first with what he feels.

Night at the Old Music Store

Author: Riyusama Rating: G Tag(s): Alternate Universe - The Last of Us (Video Games) Setting, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse Pairing(s)/Characters(s): Liam Dunbar/Kira Yukimura Summary:

Not so Spooky

October 31, 2015