Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings:Dark fic. Non-con, duplicity, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, violence, character death, body horror, gore. Relationships: Werewolf!Ransom Drysdale/Reader
Summary: Avery late entry for @boxofbonesfic’s #Beastyoumadeofme22 challenge themed around lycanthropy and the song “White Demon Love Song” by the Killers.
You work on the side, house sitting. When your friend Meg puts you in touch with her cousin, Ransom Drysdale, you’re intimidated by the man, at first. But you land the job for a handsome fee and staying in the upscale house isn’t a hardship, right?
But there’s a beast loose in Boston, killing late at night. And the strangest things are happening as you stay at Ransom’s house…
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The dying sun cast big shadows on the road as you drove. The narrow country road was lined with ancient trees, the tangle of branches forming what looked like giant spiderwebs on your path. You shivered even though the heat was on in your car. Spring was hanging on to winter’s chill for all it was worth this year.
Or maybe the cold wasn’t why you were shaking.
You did house sitting as a side gig to earn extra money. It helped pay off the crush of student loans. It also helped you keep your mind occupied, kept you from focusing on all the Xs on the calendar on your wall, marking the days since Jackson left you.
Admittedly, you hadn’t taken a job since the killings started. There’d been three since the year started on the outskirts of Boston. Three young women like yourself, bodies found in different random locations, bodies torn asunder. According to news reports, the deaths were caused by an animal of some kind. Animal DNA had been found on the bodies.
Now it was April and there was still some beast out there picking off people. Mankind was so busy expanding their turf that wildlife had to come to your world for food with disastrous consequences. Tensions were high in the city and beyond.
Worst of all was that inner voice telling you to turn down the job, to find some other way to make ends meet. Turn the car around. Go home.
Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings:Dark fic. Non-con, duplicity, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, violence, character death, body horror, gore. Relationships: Werewolf!Ransom Drysdale/Reader
Summary: Avery late entry for @boxofbonesfic’s #Beastyoumadeofme22 challenge themed around lycanthropy and the song “White Demon Love Song” by the Killers.
You work on the side, house sitting. When your friend Meg puts you in touch with her cousin, Ransom Drysdale, you’re intimidated by the man, at first. But you land the job for a handsome fee and staying in the upscale house isn’t a hardship, right?
But there’s a beast loose in Boston, killing late at night. And the strangest things are happening as you stay at Ransom’s house…
~~~
The dying sun cast big shadows on the road as you drove. The narrow country road was lined with ancient trees, the tangle of branches forming what looked like giant spiderwebs on your path. You shivered even though the heat was on in your car. Spring was hanging on to winter’s chill for all it was worth this year.
Or maybe the cold wasn’t why you were shaking.
You did house sitting as a side gig to earn extra money. It helped pay off the crush of student loans. It also helped you keep your mind occupied, kept you from focusing on all the Xs on the calendar on your wall, marking the days since Jackson left you.
Admittedly, you hadn’t taken a job since the killings started. There’d been three since the year started on the outskirts of Boston. Three young women like yourself, bodies found in different random locations, bodies torn asunder. According to news reports, the deaths were caused by an animal of some kind. Animal DNA had been found on the bodies.
Now it was April and there was still some beast out there picking off people. Mankind was so busy expanding their turf that wildlife had to come to your world for food with disastrous consequences. Tensions were high in the city and beyond.
Worst of all was that inner voice telling you to turn down the job, to find some other way to make ends meet. Turn the car around. Go home.
Exit Strategy (DARK! Moon Knight x Reader) the Knight and Pawn Series.
Hey so I didn’t expect this to get so popular, so I would like to say thank you for that. I’ve thought a bit about where I want this series to go I just want to say this.
I don’t condone any of these actions of these characters, this is a work of fiction.
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This chapter is a bit shorter since I have to go somewhere early tomorrow and I didn’t have a lot of time to write today, but I’m trying to push one chapter a day as a challenge for me.
Anyways as always, triggering material below, Minors DNI, and thank you for reading.
You didn’t know how many days passed by since thatday.
You replayed that scene in your mind over and over again. The sickening crack, his final words to you, everything you could have done differently. You even made a list in your head.
You could have run faster.
You could have fought harder.
You could have gone in the middle of the night.
You could have loved him better.
You could have not loved him at all.
The last one was the one you always came back to. If it hadn’t been for you, had it not been for your love for him, Alec would be alive.
Alec would still be alive if it wasn’t for you.
You thought about his mom, his sister, his friends and family and all that would miss him and you hated yourself. Because if it wasn’t for you, they would still have Alec.
You were the cause of all of this.
So maybe this is what you deserved.
Every morning Marc would bring you breakfast, it was usually a blueberry bagel with cream cheese and fruit, usually accompanied with a cup of coffee. The first morning came and you didn’t touch it, same with lunch and dinner. Second day came with the same routine. When the third day came he practically forced the food down your throat, not caring if you protested against him. It was that day that you learned to eat the food he gave you, even if you would rather starve.
You hadn’t been out of the room since your arrival, but from what you knew, this wasn’t the flat in London that Steven or Marc owned. It was somewhere new, somewhere bigger and a lot less dingy. The room you were in had an adjacent bathroom and it was a decent size, marble counters and a clawfoot tub. You didn’t know how Marc could afford all of this when he was struggling to make ends meet before you parted ways.
Three knocks on the door resounded the quiet room, it was always three knocks before he entered in case you weren’t decent.
Not like he cared anyway.
When the dark haired man entered the room you immediately knew it wasn’t Marc, with his hair more unkempt and the soft sweater adorning him you knew instantly who he was.
Your Steven with a V.
“Steven?” You asked quietly in disbelief, you could see his eyes light up and a smile stretch his face. You slowly went up to him, looking in his eyes trying to see if it was one of Marc’s cruel jokes. But you saw no traces of the man who took everything you loved, and once you did the force of the hug you gave Steven nearly knocked the wind out of him. You cried into his chest, possibly ruining the soft sweater he was wearing.
“Not that I don’t want the hug sweetheart, but I don’t want to spill your breakfast.” Steven said as you let go of him, he set the breakfast tray down gently beside you before opening his arms again, beckoning you back into the embrace before, which you happily gave into. You stayed like that a while, sobs wracking your body as you breathed in the scent of his sweater. Which only made you sob harder.
Because Steven smelled like him.
Once you were so dehydrated that crying did not seem like a possibility anymore, you greedily gulped the water Steven gave you and bit into the piece of toast that came with your breakfast.
“So what’s the plan?” You asked, swallowing the bite of crunchy toast before downing it with water.
“What plan?” Steven asked as he gave you a cute confused look, one that you thought resembled that of a first grader.
“Theplan Steven,” You said, “the plan to get me out of here before Marc comes back.”
You weren’t anticipating the long pause that followed, Steven sighed as he gently took your hand in his, rubbing circles against your skin. His dark eyes bore into you something unlike him, borderline dark.
“There isn’t a plan sweetheart,” Steven said looking you in the eye, you weren’t sure if you were processing this correctly.
“What do you mean there isn’t a plan?” You asked, your voice shaking nervously. You heard him sigh again, his hands playing with yours. Something he did absentmindedly, without knowing he did.
“I mean there isn’t one,” Steven said, all at once it clicked and you withdrew your hand away from him as though he was on fire.
Steven wasn’t going to help you.
Steven was going to keep you.
“I thought you were better than him.”
“I am.”
“No you’re not,” you said, retracting yourself away from Steven, “you’re doing exactly what he’s doing.” You recoil away as Steven tries to touch you again.
“I’m not,” He defended, “we love you sweetheart, we always have. We tried keeping Marc away from you as best we could for those few years, but when news of your engagement reached us. We all agreed, Alec didn’t deserve you-”
“You’re right,” you said, “Alec didn’t deserve what I did to him.” You said, reciting the list in your head of all you could have done differently.
“We love you,” Steven repeated, “when you said you needed time away from Marc we agreed. Marc was in the wrong for what he did, but we didn’t think you were going to leave like that. That you were going to run off with some other good looking chap.”
“But I didn’t ‘run off’ with him.” You corrected, “I just fell in love with him.” You dropped to the ground, back against the wall and your knees to your chest. Your heart was breaking all over again with betrayal, this time from the one person you didn’t expect it from.
Your sweet Steven with a V.
You were unresponsive when Steven knelt to your height and enveloped you in a hug, you tried not to melt into his touch as he rubbed soothing circles against your back. You stayed like that for a minute or two before Steven let you go.
“We’ve got to go take care of a few things sweetheart,” he whispers as he gives the top of your head a kiss, “We’ll be back soon to give you some more clothes,” he gets up from the ground and to the door, and before he closes it he says goodbye.
“Laters Gators.”
And then suddenly you were alone again.
—
Night rolled in and you laid in bed, half asleep half awake, after spending the last year and a half with someone beside you every night, it was a hard adjustment to sleeping alone. You barely got a couple of hours in before you would wake up.
You weren’t sure what time it was, you assumed very early in the morning when you felt the bed dip beside you and a muscular arm wrap itself around your torso. You involuntarily tensed, giving away your lucid state.
“Go back to sleep starlight,” Marc whispered in your ear before placing a gentle kiss against your shoulder, “I won’t do anything funny without your permission.”
And with that you pretended to sleep until you felt him take slow, deep, and steady breaths in. You tried to move away only for his arm to hold you tighter against him still.
So whether or not you liked it, that’s where you stayed for the remainder of the night, embraced by the man who killed your fiance, and whether or not you liked it.
For the first time since he brought you there, you had a restful night’s sleep.
Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape; grossness on Bucky’s part; Steve’s an asshole.
This is dark!Bucky and dark!Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Notes:
Well it took me long enough. Like who the fuck do I think I am?
I love you all, I thank you for your patience and feedback as always! Please don’t shy away in the comments, reblogs, etc.
The next day, you waited outside the doors of the palace. Several cars lined up for your departure. You were to travel to the capital a day before your engagement celebration and spend an interminable night dreading it.
