#(saw him in danger and didn’t hesitate to rush in)

[fanfoolishness]

Breathless

After Crosshair nearly drowns in 3x07 - Extraction, the Batch head back to Pabu to rest and regroup. But the danger isn't over yet, and they'll need to work together to save one of their own. Crosshair angst, medical whump, hurt/comfort, family feels. Canon-compliant/missing scene, ~5100 words.

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The Remora was dark and quiet, the soft glow of emergency lights the only illumination.  Crosshair tried to curl up into one of the narrow bunks, though his long legs made it an awkward fit.  He’d stripped down to his under armor, but still couldn’t seem to get comfortable.  Wrecker hadn’t even bothered trying, instead flinging down an emergency blanket on the floor and falling asleep beside Batcher in his full gear.  The hound snored contentedly, her massive head resting on his thigh.  Across the gap, Omega lay on her own borrowed bunk, the glint of her eyes revealing she was still awake.

“You ought to get some rest,” Crosshair said, stifling a cough.  “You must be tired.”

Her smile was faint in the dark, but still unmistakable.  “And you aren’t?”

“I’m laying down, aren’t I?” he retorted.  

“Fair enough,” she said.  She shifted, rolling over onto her back.  “What do you think Hunter’s talking about with Rex and Echo?”

Howzer, Gregor, Rex and Hunter had stayed up in the cockpit with Echo.  Crosshair’s hand fumbled at his side, though in the dark, he didn’t have to hide it.  “Intelligence.  Next steps.”  He took a deep breath, his chest heavy.  The Empire, still looking for Omega.  Trying to take her back to --  

He coughed again, trying to suppress it to keep from waking Batcher.  Wrecker, he knew from long experience, could sleep through anything.

Omega sat up and peered at him, large eyes squinting in the dim light.  “Are you all right, Crosshair?  It was -- it looked close, back there.”

He waved his hand at her dismissively.  “It’s been closer.”

Water rushing into his nose and mouth and throat, hands against his shoulders, feet pedaling uselessly --

He coughed again, rubbing his chest.  “I’m fine.”

Even in the dark, her skeptical look was clear and deeply annoyed.  The kid was nothing if not stubborn.  She frowned at him.  “What was wrong with him?”

“Who?” he asked, though he knew perfectly well.  The shadow’s cold voice rippled through his mind, a frisson spreading through the cracks in the walls he’d put up around Tantiss.  He took another deep breath.  

“That operative.  He was different,” she said slowly.  “The others were scared of him, weren't they?”

He hesitated, but knew she’d keep asking if he didn’t give her something.  “They erased his memory.  He’s nothing now.  Nobody.”

“The Empire can do that?” Omega whispered, horrified.

“Not the Empire,” said Crosshair dully.  “Hemlock.”

She recoiled, and he knew he’d said too much, turned the conversation too dangerous.  He shouldn’t have said it.  Should have kept it locked in his head with the other things he didn’t dare name.  Especially around the kid.  

He rubbed his face, his breath coming more quickly.  He must have been more tired than he’d thought.  “Forget I said anything.”

“I can’t,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself.  “I thought Tantiss was a prison, and endless tests.  That’s all I ever saw of it.  But there was more?”  She scrubbed at her face with the back of her hand.  “We have to get them out of there.  We have to.”

His hand quaked, trapped in the crook of his elbow where he knew Omega couldn’t see it.  He swallowed, tasting a hint of something metallic.  He couldn’t keep talking about this.  It was too much.  Too close to what they’d done to him, what they’d tried to do to him, what they’d done to the others --

He blinked, mind going hazy.  He could feel exhaustion creeping over him, threatening sleep any moment.  “I’m sure they’re working on it,” he managed, trying to sound reassuring.  “You’ve met Rex.  They’re all brothers to him.”

“To us, too,” Omega said plaintively, but her voice went faint, and he drifted off into the dark.

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Crosshair stared defiantly into Hunter’s eyes, but the stunner took him by surprise.  He’d been expecting the blaster bolt.  He sank to his knees, mind blanking, and for a time he knew nothing.  

Until cold salt water dripped onto his head, his face, into his nose and mouth.  It poured in over his legs, creeping up his thighs, up to his waist.  The shock of it took his breath away.  He could feel it climbing, and around him, Omega and the medical droid panicked.  His hands hammered at the debris trapping him, the water closing over his head -- the fear and the panic were crushing him --

Hands on his shoulders, hands on his shoulders, pressing him into the riverbed, cold freshwater smothering, hands flailing -- faltering --

You had your chance to be one of us

You had your chance

He was starving again like the platform on Kamino, the lack of food gnawing, roaring, ravening, until there would be nothing left of him -- but it was air, air he begged for, needed desperately, was dying for--

Hemlock’s features, painted in boney whites and dark shadows, looming under sickly green lights, sick smile twisting his face into something inhuman.  CT-9904, you have been selected for a most important… opportunity…

Something skittering around the back of his mind, the thought that maybe this wasn’t just a dream -- that it was getting harder and harder to breathe, chest aching, breath short, throat raw --

You chose the wrong side --

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Hunter startled awake from the chair he’d been dozing on.  He wasn’t sure what had awoken him at first.  There was the hum of Echo’s ship around him, complex machinery and circuitry crackling together in an electromagnetic haze that he’d long thought of as the sound of hyperspace.  There were quiet murmurs between Echo and Rex, tapping on the consoles from Howzer, Gregor humming a little tune under his breath.  Further out he could hear the familiar heft of Wrecker’s breathing, and the newer sound of Batcher snoring loudly.  But he couldn’t place Crosshair and Omega -- not at first.

There was a new sound, faint and muffled.  Something like breathing, but off.  He felt a twinge in his gut.  Something wasn’t right.  

He was halfway to the bunks when familiar footsteps closed the distance and Omega hurried out of the sleeping quarters, eyes wide.  “Hunter, come quick.  Something’s wrong with Crosshair.”

“What kind of wrong?” he asked sharply.

“He was coughing in his sleep,” she explained.  “He told me earlier he was fine, but I woke him up when he kept coughing.  We got him to sit up, but he can’t catch his breath. Wrecker’s with him --”

The door slid open.  Someone had hit the lights, and he hissed at the sudden brightness after the muted dark, shielding his eyes with a hand.  He blinked to recalibrate himself and saw Crosshair sitting awkwardly on the ground against his bunk, Wrecker beside him, a hand on his shoulder.  

“Just breathe, Crosshair.  It’s all right,” Wrecker said anxiously.

Batcher whined at them, pawing at Crosshair’s leg.  He didn’t respond.

“Crosshair,” said Hunter, kneeling in front of him.

Crosshair turned to look at him with an effort, his face ashen.  He was sitting up strangely, arms bent and propped up on his knees, hunched over himself.  And he was breathing far too fast, shoulders heaving, mouth half-open.  He closed his eyes with a grimace, but didn’t -- couldn’t -- speak.

Wrecker’s face was sheer worry.  “He needs a medic, and we don’t got one,” he said urgently.  “How far out are we from Pabu?”

Hunter tapped his comms.  “Echo, we need a medikit.  Now.  Crosshair’s laid up, and it looks bad.” 

“What happened?” Echo asked.  “He seemed all right earlier --”

“He almost drowned back there.  I don’t know, it must have been worse than we thought.”  We should have checked him over when we boarded.  Should have made sure --  “He needs oxygen.  And we need a medic.  How far are we from Pabu?  AZI can treat him, but we need time.”

We’re not losing him now.

“Another hour.  I’ll be right there.  Rex, you handle things up here.  Crosshair’s down.”  

Rex’s voice, faint through the comms.  “I’m on it.”

“Hunter, is he going to be okay?” Omega asked, crouching down beside Crosshair.  She reached out, laying her hand on his shoulder.  He pulled away in a wracking cough, hand flying up to try and cover his mouth.  Clear but blood-tinged fluid spattered against his palm.  

Hunter swore under his breath, recalling some of their early training.  They’d all had basic field medic training, though Tech had been far and away the best at it, with Crosshair a distant second.  It came back to him now, flickers of memory from the cadet days.  Something to do with nearly drowning, a sort of secondary drowning that could hit later on and be just as deadly.   

“He’ll be fine, Omega,” said Hunter automatically.  He had to be.  He couldn’t lose another brother --

Crosshair bowed over himself, coughing again, then trying to catch ragged breaths.  “Right,” he gasped.  “Fine.”   He waved a hand weakly in front of him, as if trying to push them away, but hung his head.  Hunter could hear the breaths rattling in his chest, wet and heavy and difficult.  

“Hey, take it easy,” Wrecker warned.  “Stop sassing.”

“Wrecker!” Omega exclaimed indignantly.

“Well, he was, weren’t you, Crosshair?” Wrecker asked, giving him an anxious but hopeful smile.

Crosshair nodded slightly, then closed his eyes, rubbing at his chest with one hand.  

Wrecker laughed, though it was a far cry from his usual booming laughter.  “See?  He’ll be all right, kid.”  He lowered his voice, then leaned towards Crosshair’s ear.  “You’ll be all right.”

The door slid open and Echo strode in, medikit tucked under his arm.  “Let me get in there, take a look.”  They wordlessly moved aside, making space for Echo to kneel beside him.  

Echo worked quickly, throwing open the medikit and handing an oxygen mask and concentrator to Hunter to assemble.  He pieced it together and went to press the mask to Crosshair’s face, but Crosshair shook him off irritably and grabbed the mask himself, digging his face into it and clawing the straps into place over his head.  

They watched him tensely as he breathed hard into the mask.  His eyes slid closed for a moment, the tension in his face easing.  His color looked less muddy already.

The scanner in Echo’s hand lit up in red, alarms beeping.  “Scanner says there’s fluid in the lungs.  Oxygen saturation’s down.  I don’t think I’ve got anything here that would help besides the oxygen, but…” He examined the numbers, then peered at Crosshair’s face.  “Vitals are improving on the oxygen.  I think if he stays stable like this, he’ll be all right to get to AZI.”  

“Thank you, Echo,” Omega said, tears in her eyes.  She let out a long sigh, hugging herself, and Hunter laid a hand on her shoulder.  She leaned against him, giving him a watery smile, and he drew her close.

She can’t lose another brother, either.

”How’re you feeling now?” Wrecker asked eagerly.  

Crosshair squinted his eyes open, coughing again.  Reddish fluid clung to the inside of the oxygen mask.  He glared at it.  “Not dead… yet,” he bit out.

”Don’t try to talk,” Echo said as the scanner flashed red again.  “You just work on breathing.”  He glanced around.  “You want to stay down here?  We could move you back to the bed.”

Crosshair shook his head, leaning forward, stretching his neck out to get more air.  Hunter felt sick.  Helpless.

Like he had after Eriadu —

He found himself speaking to Echo.  “You focus on getting us back to Pabu.  We’ll stay with him.”  

“Take it easy, Crosshair,” said Echo, handing the scanner over to Hunter.  He reached out, holding Crosshair’s shoulder and giving him a quiet nod.  “A little cough won’t take you out.  You’re too stubborn for that.”

Crosshair attempted a faint smirk, though the effect was muted by the mask over his nose and mouth.  Echo turned back to Hunter.  “Make sure he keeps that thing on, and keep him quiet.  Chatterbox like him, talking’ll just make things worse.”

Hunter smiled slightly.  He’d missed Echo’s sarcasm.  “We’ll keep the conversation to a minimum.”  

“We’re on it,” Wrecker agreed.  

Echo got to his feet and headed back to the cockpit.  Batcher whuffed sadly, inching closer to Crosshair until her chin rested on top of his foot.  The hound really had taken to him, even though Omega had told him how she’d been the one to tame her.  He guessed Batcher and Crosshair had that much in common.  

Omega crawled back beside Crosshair, leaning her head against the bed behind them.  She looked up at him hopefully, but he hadn’t noticed, face screwing up with effort again, eyes tightly closed.  The sound of his breathing, wet and rattling and wrong, was overwhelming in Hunter’s ears. 

Hunter stared down at the scanner in his hands, running it over Crosshair again.  Oxygen was still well below normal, but the sensor flashed a warning yellow instead of a blaring red.  He sighed. He could deal with that.

He glanced up, seeing a small shift out of the corner of his eye.  Omega reached out, patting Crosshair’s shoulder, then leaving her hand there.  Crosshair glanced at her, but did not move away.

Hunter watched them, a painful mix of emotions tumbling in the back of his mind.  He trusted Echo’s read that Crosshair was going to make it back to Pabu, and he knew AZI had been able to pull them back from serious injury before.  But that still didn’t make it any easier to see his brother so vulnerable, shoulders and chest heaving with the struggle to breathe.  

And seeing Omega being so kind to him, her empathy boundless, hurt in a different way.  Seeing Crosshair with her hand on his shoulder, after remembering how he’d bristled toward her and pushed her away before, was so good.  But knowing that Crosshair could have been with them in the beginning if it hadn’t been for the chip, that he could have gotten to know Omega all along with the rest of them, that neither of them would have had to go through the experiments on Tantiss if things had been different —

Hunter let out a long, even breath through his nostrils, willing his mind to settle.

Wrecker had started talking, probably trying to distract Crosshair and Omega.  “This is nothing.  Remember the time that grenade knocked you out for two days?”

Crosshair flicked his eyes over to Wrecker, then rolled them expertly, as if to say Of course I don’t, I was knocked out.

“Oh!  Right!” 

“What happened?” Omega asked curiously.

”Well, battle droids are usually idiots, right?  We were on this backwater Separatist world.  Forget the name.  Crosshair was way up on the hill in cover, picking them off one by one.  Decimating them!  You should have seen him.  Really in his element,” Wrecker said proudly, spreading his hands wide as if to paint the picture of the battlefield.  “But this platoon had a tactical droid on their side.  Must have figured out we had a sniper in the mix and triangulated his position. Sent a grenade up —“ Wrecker winced.

Hunter remembered it well.  Their mad scramble up the hillside, their comms crackling — 

“Crosshair!” 

“He’s not responding —“ 

“We don’t leave anyone behind —“

Tech had been the one to find him, his voice urgent.  “He’s down.  We need to get him to a medic —“  

He shook away the image of Crosshair limp on the ground, helmet blasted ten feet away, blood from his ears streaking his silver hair.  

Hunter cleared his throat.  “We got him out safely,” he said, continuing the story.  “Wrecker carried him, and Tech and I covered them until we got back to the ship.  We thought he was a goner.”

”But he was okay —“ Omega said.

”Clearly,” Crosshair muttered, though there was a hint of a smile at the edges of his mouth.

”Woke up two days later on Kamino, asking for a toothpick,” Wrecker said.  “Nothing ever keeps you down for long, Cross.  Hell, tomorrow you’ll probably be back to normal and all annoyed we were worried about you.”

”I’m annoyed now,” Crosshair wheezed.  The scanner flashed red, and Hunter shook his head.

”Hey, watch it,” he said warningly, holding up the scanner.  He shifted where he sat, sighing.  “Wish you’d have said something before it got this bad,” he said before he could stop himself.

Crosshair shrugged slightly.  This time when he spoke, it was slowly, with deep breaths between each word.  His vitals stayed yellow instead of dipping back into red.  “I thought — it was nothing.”  He paused, closed his eyes, breathed deeper.  “I don’t like to complain.”

”You complain about everything!” Hunter exclaimed, exasperated.  At least this was Crosshair as he remembered him.  “You couldn’t have mentioned you couldn’t breathe?”

”Hunter,” Omega said.  “It wasn’t like this when we got on board.  It got worse later.”  

Crosshair gestured to Omega, as if to say, See?

“All right, all right.  Sorry, Crosshair.”

”Ahhh, you’re just worried about him,” Wrecker said warmly.  He reached out, giving Hunter a nudge.  He had to admit Wrecker had a point.

Echo’s voice came through on Hunter’s comms.  “We’re dropping out of hyperspace.  How’s he doing?”

”Stable.  Except when he’s a chatterbox,” said Hunter.  “We’ll go for AZI once we land.”

The ship shifted out of hyperspace, Hunter’s stomach swooping with the familiar sensation.  “Wrecker, you run and get AZI.  Tell him what happened to Crosshair, his symptoms. Omega and I will stay here.  Make sure he brings any supplies he’s got, and a stretcher, too.”

”On it,” said Wrecker, getting to his feet. “Hang in there, Cross.”  He headed out to the main cabin, leaving Hunter, Omega and Batcher alone with Crosshair.  

He heard the landing gear descend, felt the ship settle to the ground.  One step closer to helping their brother.

The wait felt interminably long, though it was only a few minutes.  Batcher whined, wagging her tail, her homely face looking almost concerned.  Omega reached out and patted her, though her eyes were fixed on Crosshair.  

Hunter watched them both closely.  The scanner still read yellow, but Hunter felt more uneasy with every passing moment.  Crosshair’s breathing rattled in the quiet, the rate steadily rising.

He coughed again suddenly, so violently that he doubled over himself, gagging and choking.  Hunter was there in a flash, dropping the scanner and whipping the oxygen mask off so Crosshair could cough up reddish-clear foam onto the floor.  Batcher whimpered. The scanner alarmed from the floor, red lights flashing on the screen.

Crosshair slumped forward.  Hunter caught him from hitting the floor, keeping his head facing down, fluid leaking from his nose.  “Kriff,” he swore, pulling off his scarf and mopping his brother’s face with it, then shoving the oxygen mask back over his mouth and nose.  “Breathe for me, Cross, come on.”

”Crosshair!” Omega cried, picking up the sensor and watching it anxiously.  “He’s back in the red.  Hunter, what do we do?”

Crosshair gasped, jerking upright.  One hand clawed at his chest, the other at the oxygen mask, knocking it off.  “Can’t -- breathe —“ he sputtered, flailing.  Hunter pinned his hands to his sides as Crosshair struggled, his breathing growing harsher with every breath, his lips going blue.  He’s panicking, Hunter realized.  They needed help —

The doors opened, AZI floating in and Wrecker close behind with a collapsible stretcher in his hands.  “Hell —“ Wrecker exclaimed.

Omega scrambled out of the way as AZI darted forward to Crosshair’s side.  AZI scanned him, then hovered close and injected Crosshair with something in the hip.  Crosshair struggled in Hunter’s arms for a few more breaths.  

Did it work? Hunter wondered. 

Then he felt his brother relaxing, Crosshair’s arms drooping into his lap.  Crosshair felt suddenly boneless, his face slack, eyes half-open, but his breathing came more easily.  Hunter pulled the oxygen mask back into place and sat back beside him, one arm around his shoulders, keeping him upright.

“What did you give him?” Hunter asked.

”A mild sedative,” said AZI.  “It is common for delirium to occur in respiratory distress.  This will allow him to breathe more freely without the sensation and fear of drowning.”

“He felt like he was drowning?” Omega whispered.

”Yes,” said AZI matter-of-factly.  “Sentients report the sensation of pulmonary edema is most consistent with the sensation of drowning.  It may cause an intense fear response and irrational behavior.”  

“But is he going to be all right?” Wrecker interjected.

Crosshair mumbled something unintelligible, sagging against Hunter.  AZI swiveled, checking his vitals once more.  

“Yes, with time, rest, and oxygenation.  But had you not provided adequate oxygenation in transit he may not have survived this journey.”

A wave of cold passed over Hunter.  If we hadn’t heard him….

He shook it away, gazing at Crosshair’s face.  But they had heard him, they’d gotten him treatment.  

He was going to be all right. That was enough.

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Crosshair slowly came back to himself.  Where was he?  There was something on his face, a strange sensation in his chest.  Through his closed eyes he sensed it was late morning, bright sunlight just on the other side of his awareness.  Something had gone wrong.  What was it --

He reached up, touching the thing on his face.  An oxygen mask.  He focused on it, on the sensation of cool, scentless air blowing softly against his skin, the way it felt to breathe in.  It seemed to be harder than it should be, requiring thought and effort for each breath, but he also had the distinct sensation that this was better than before.

He cautiously cracked open his eyelids, keeping them half-lidded to guard against the bright sunlight streaming in through a nearby window.  He gazed around.  Wrecker, Hunter, Omega and Echo sat against the walls of the small room, having apparently fallen asleep where they sat. 

He swallowed, his eyes stinging.  It was coming back to him now in flashes --

“Crosshair!  Crosshair, wake up!  Can you hear me?  Wrecker, help, something’s wrong with Crosshair --”

“Here, I got you.  Just breathe, Crosshair, it’s all right --”

Hunter’s face grave, fear in his eyes --

Echo’s hand on his shoulder -- like Skako Minor --

Blind panic, he couldn’t breathe hard enough for what he needed, he was frantic, desperate, he was dying --

“Sentients report the sensation of pulmonary edema is most consistent with the sensation of drowning --”

“You’re awake,” Hunter murmured.  He stirred, slowly unfolding himself and getting to his feet.  He sat down on the end of Crosshair’s bed, tilting his head to look at him.  He looked exhausted.  “How do you feel?  I can get the droid.”

Crosshair shook his head.  “Better.”  He took a deep breath.  He felt something like crackling, deep in his chest, but nothing like the terrible crushing pressure from last night.  He spoke carefully, slowly, and the heaviness in his chest stayed manageable.  “Where are we?”

“Back on Pabu,” Hunter said, keeping his voice down for the sleepers.  “You started having trouble on the way back from Teth.  I… I guess that fight at the waterfall was worse than it seemed.”  

Crosshair turned his face away, blanching.  

“Sorry,” said Hunter.  “I guess I wouldn’t want to think about it either.” 

“It’s… fine,” he said stiffly.  He glanced at the others, fast asleep.  “Worried?”

“Yeah, we were,” Hunter said.  “AZI said it was close.  If Omega hadn’t woken you up and gotten help, it might have gone differently.”

Crosshair smiled slightly.  That kid.  She really did manage to act like she was the older one.  It didn’t surprise him; just another way he owed her.  “Lucky she was there.”

“Yeah.”  Hunter rubbed his face with one hand.  “Glad you’re doing better.”  He let out a long sigh, glancing around the room at Echo, Wrecker and Omega fast asleep.  Batcher was at their feet, sleeping just as deeply.  “Huh.  Almost makes me think of old times.”

Crosshair knew what he meant instantly.  “‘Sleepovers,’” he managed before coughing deeply, reflexively making a fist despite the oxygen mask between his hand and his mouth.  “Like on Kamino.”

Hunter’s eyes widened slightly in concern, before his facial expression relaxed once more.  He nodded at the term, Wrecker’s name for their habit.  “Any time one of us was sent to the hospital wing.  Remember how it used to drive the medical droids crazy?”

“Sneaking in,” Crosshair managed.  “As cadets.”  The four of them had been so isolated from the regs that missing any one of them had been too much.  He remembered swearing on it with the others, small hands stacked atop each other’s, a fierce vow to never leave one of them behind.  

How many cycles had they had by then?  Three, maybe four?  They’d held fast to it, whether it was a hospital stay for observations on their enhancements or recovery after an injury (with Wrecker, injuries were sometimes a monthly affair).  It had got to where the droids stopped bothering trying to usher them out, and had simply accepted that if one came, the others followed.  

Hunter shook his head.  “Reminds me of the Firepuncher incident.”

Crosshair groaned.  “You would.”

The tips of his ears flushed warmly.  He’d been the size of an unenhanced thirteen-year-old -- if taller and lankier than the others his age -- the first time the armory technician had set a 773 Firepuncher into his arms.  “I’m not so sure about this,” the technician had warned, his reg’s face skeptical until Crosshair showed him his training statistics and certifications on a variety of other weapons.  The Firepuncher was next up on his list to learn, and he’d been raring to try it for months.  “Still, though, watch for that kick.”  

“I’ll be fine,” Crosshair had said confidently.  He remembered hefting the rifle, checking his stance, his breathing, his steadiness.  It was awfully heavy.  But he raised his face close to the scope, took aim --

Crack.  The target glowed, smoking with a decent shot.  But Crosshair was flat on the ground, gasping, pain radiating through his neck and arm.

Hunter’s chuckle broke him from his reverie.  “I remember how stubborn you were.  Insisted it was the only rifle you’d use from here on out, even though it broke your collarbone.”

“It’s a good weapon.”  Crosshair scowled.  He’d felt mortified, wrapped up in a sling after his scan, furious that he wasn’t stronger like Wrecker.  He’d been determined at that point to master it.

“We were all impressed, you know.”  

“Huh.”  He supposed Hunter was right.  He saw them back on Kamino, crowded around his bed.  Wrecker had been crowing about how he’d graduated to the serious blasters, Hunter was grinning proudly at him, and Tech had eagerly explained the specifications of the Firepuncher and its customization options, full of ideas for how Crosshair could use it in the future.  

But Tech wasn’t against the wall now, head resting on Wrecker’s shoulder or bent over his datapad.  It made his chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with the cough or the oxygen mask.

“This isn’t…”  He wheezed.  “... so impressive.”

“You survived.  That’s everything, Crosshair.”  Hunter looked down at his hands, considering.  “And he didn’t.  No one could have survived going over those falls.”

No one.  Right?  His hand shook.

A sound from across the room caused them both to turn.  “Crosshair?” Omega asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.  “You’re awake?”

“Yes.”

She got to her feet, hurrying to his side and laying her hand on his arm.  It still startled him, how small her hands were, how strangely comforting it felt, feeling her hand rest against his arm.  She beamed up at him. 

“You look a lot better,” she said brightly.  Beside her, Batcher put a huge paw on the bed, panting happily.

“Agreed,” said Hunter.  “But we should probably let him rest --”

“Crosshair!” Wrecker boomed.  He towered over Omega.  He reached out and slapped Crosshair on the shoulder, much more gently than usual.  “See!  Knew you wouldn’t be down for long.”

“It’s the stubbornness,” Echo said, yawning.  “Keeps him going.”  

“If you only knew,” Crosshair said.  Wrecker roared with laughter, and the others grinned, relief clear on their faces.  

Crosshair took another deep breath, his chest feeling a little clearer, his breathing a little easier.

He remembered the days after Bracca, not a single visit from his new unit, his head throbbing from the burns and the removal of the chip, nothing to do but stare at the sterile white walls of the Kaminoan medical wing.  He remembered his recovery ward on Coruscant after he was rescued from that platform; long endless rotations of barely being able to eat, his body still struggling to process food again, medical droids his only visitors.  He remembered Tantiss, given a few meager days to recover from frostbite and exposure and injury before the torture began, Emerie’s dispassionate face, Hemlock’s mocking, measured tones.

Omega shifted her hand, resting it on his.  It was trembling again, but the weight of her hand helped keep it still.  She gave him a small, quiet smile while the others laughed and talked amongst themselves.  

He nodded a soft thank you to her, then looked up at all of them as the door opened.  

“Greetings!  It is time for CT-9904’s vitals to be assessed,” AZI announced.  “He has been steadily improving through the night, and should recover fully.”  His head swiveled from side to side at the small crowd around the bed, and they hastily stepped aside, making room for him.  “CT-9904, would you prefer privacy as you recover?  I can insist they leave for your wellbeing, if that is required.”

They looked at him. Crosshair took another deep breath, swallowing, and waved a hand.  “They can stay,” he rasped.  “As long as they keep it down.”

“Very well!” AZI chirped. 

As the droid took his readings, Crosshair glanced around at them, Batcher wagging near the foot of the bed, Omega rumpled and happy, Wrecker trying and failing to stay on the quiet side, Echo wearing a dry, relaxed grin, Hunter watching him with only a hint of worry still on his face.  He caught Hunter’s eye, holding out his hand and twitching his fingers.

Hunter laughed softly.  “Unbelievable.”  He turned, rummaging in the stack of Crosshair’s armor and supplies piled up near the bed.  He came back around, pressing a toothpick into Crosshair’s hand.

“Thanks,” he said.  He slipped the oxygen mask up for a moment, bit down on the toothpick, and adjusted the mask back into place.  It was awkward, but if he angled the toothpick just right, it worked.

“Now he’s back,” Wrecker laughed.

Crosshair leaned back against his pillow, taking care to stay upright, closing his eyes and working the toothpick in his teeth.  A small smile quirked the edges of his mouth.

Yes.  He was back, wasn’t he?

His breath crackled faintly in his chest, a reminder of how close things had been.  He knew there was still danger -- Hemlock hunting Omega, the shadow operatives and the secrets they carried, the tremor twisting his hand even now, weeks out of Tantiss. 

But Crosshair took a deep breath.  He was still here to fight another day.  

And he wasn’t alone.

#the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #crosshair tbb #crosshair the bad batch #hunter bad batch #hunter the bad batch #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch crosshair #my batcher fic

[silverwingborn]

@hells-greatestdad sent 🛑

A mix of gold and silver. It was beautiful, the way it swirled together, running like molten metal. Only it was blood, hers and the angel that attacked. They played dirty, trying to catch Lucifer off-guard to take him by surprise with a netting made of angelic blessed ropes. Without that, Silver knew the King of Hell could have handled them with no issue.

But the Nephil wasn’t going to just wait and watch to see if he could get himself out of the ambush. Her wings ignited and she flew at the group, tackling one of the angels out of the sky. It was a flurry of feathers and glistening blood until it was finally all over. The victors: Lucifer and Silver.

“Ow, that stings.” Silver hissed softly as Lucifer treated a gash on her forehead. She watched him intently as he helped clean her up.

#(saw him in danger and didn’t hesitate to rush in) #(this following the angst RP gives me so much feels! <3) #hells-greatestdad #lucifer rp

[dark-and-kawaii]

꧁༺ 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 ༻꧂

Astarion loses sight of you in a fight, he fears the worse has happened to you. He finds you and manages to bring you back to shadowheart for healing, only to discover he has more to protect than just you…

Angst - Hurt - Comfort - Pregnancy

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You were fearless. He watched as you swung your dagger effortlessly, piercing into the necks of their enemies.

He wondered how you still managed to look elegant even when covered in the blood of fallen warriors.

His gaze never left you for too long, making sure you were safe, while he stealthed around the makeshift arena, racking up his own share of kills. How glorious this was! There was so much blood splattering all around them and with his love at his side it truly couldn’t get any better.

Astarion’s eyes couldn’t be everywhere though, and at some point, he lost sight of you. The last person to recognize him for what he’s worth, the one person he truly couldn’t afford to lose.

His head darted across the battlefield, desperately trying to find you. His panic plunged into sheer dread as fear overcame him. It was happening all over again, he’d seen this before… Alone.. No, please, he couldn’t let this be his fate.

He hadn’t felt fear this whole day; why should he? He was free of Cazador, had you- A subtle manic laugh drew from his throat, he’d never be free of fear, instead of fearing for himself or what his old master would do to him he now feared what would happen to you when in danger.

His red eyes turned a dark shade of black. The expression of a crazy man etched onto Astarion’s face. No, he wouldn’t let fear consume him, no more! He’d finally be the protector! Overcome with fury he went on a rampage. Cutting through the battlefield, slaughtering anyone and everyone in his way, determined to find you. He raced over to where he last saw you, faster than a blue dragon's lightning splits through the air in a storm.

Was he truly going to be the reason you passed on to the next life. Was his fate to destroy everything he held near and dear to his heart? He nearly killed you before with his own fangs and now, no! He wasn’t the cause of that, was he? He hadn’t ever tasted human blood before, but if he was stronger it wouldn’t have happened! If he would’ve ascended he would’ve been able to stop this, however he’s still just a spawn… How could you have fought for his love, a fool who couldn’t even protect you. A fool who was going to be the reason you die.

“FIND HER” He roared at the top of his lungs. “FIND TAV!”

The group of companions didn’t dare hesitate and instantly started searching the grounds, Gale being the second most worried.

Astarion was about to collapse to his knees before hearing Gale's voice, “I’ve found her!” in the distance. It filled him with more apprehension. All he could think is, ’what if she’s dead’.

Staggering up the hill where Gale’s voice had come from, Astarion can see a figure laying in the dirt next to the wizard, “No! You can’t die dammit! Get up!!” he rushed out his words, dismay evident in his tone as he knelt next to you.

“She is unconscious, but alive. There’s hope.” Gale replied.

Astarion let out a shaky breath of relief.

“We must get her back to camp,” Astarion demanded. “She needs Shadowheart, she’s the only one who can fix this!” His voice cracked despite his efforts to mask it.

“I agree.” Gale, mere inches from grabbing you to lift you in his arms until the pale elf stopped him, “Don’t touch her!- I- I will carry her.” Trying to compose himself he lifted you bridal style.

Astarion never left your side during Shadowhearts attempts to heal you. Time never bothered him, not after his 200 years of torment, he waited as “patiently” as he could.

“Honestly, how long does it take! You could at least give me some good news!”

Shadowheart continued to focus on you best she could, everyone including the gods were used to Astarions fits at this point. Gale on the other hand not so much, he could hear Astarion all the way in his own tent which caused the wizard to scrunch his nose. Eventually, leading him to where you were being treated, “Astarion, why don’t you join me in some wine. I’ve got quite the choices, besides… It might be best if we give her some space.”

Astarion scowled, “You expect me to leave her side to join you in some cheap wine? Really? I didn’t think you could get anymore annoying, Gale.”

“It’s done. She’ll be fine after some more rest.” Shadowheart stood from your side and wipes the blood off her hands. She’s been traveling with you and these two men for far too long, toning out their bickering was a skill of hers at this point.

Turning to face you, if his heart could beat he knows it would’ve dropped in his chest this very moment… “Leave us-“ kneeling down next to your bedroll, his eyes fixed on your bandaged wound, “please.”

“I was able to save her,” -Shadowheart bent down towards Astarion- “and the child, but it took most of my energy and resources… Don’t ask for me again for a while. Keep them both safe.”

He was quiet, his eyes wide after the news he was just told.

“Ahhh,” Shadowheart’s voice was surprised, “she didn’t tell you yet? Hmm or perhaps she hadn’t known yet? Curious.”

Astarion could only stare at his love, “A-are you for certain?”

Gale interjected, “I doubt her magic would deceive her, congratulations.”

Dark bruises and cuts decorated your once perfect skin. A deep purple shade surrounded your right puffy eye. His eyes traveled further down your body, stopping at your stomach.

He caressed your still flat stomach, causing you to wince and awake. Retreating his hand, he awaited for your eyes to open and look up at him.

A-Astarion?” You spoke with a small smile carved on your lips.

“Yes, my love. It’s me.” He struggled out, trying his best not to crumble.

You were both silent, hands entwined with one another thankful that you both can spend another day alive in the presence of another.

He was the first to break the silence, “thank you.”

You were so weak, but you wanted to know why he was thanking you out of the blue, “For what?” Your voice barely heard.

“For this,” his hand stretching out to rest on your abdomen, “for giving me purpose again.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, not knowing what he was talking about until it finally hit you. Your arm wavered as you lifted it to place your hand atop of his on your belly. A gentle smile forming on your lips as you stared into his vermilion eyes.

When your breath became labored indicating you had fallen asleep again, Astarion’s attention was back at your torso where the bandage was slowly being stained by your blood. This moment of relief turned to anger again as he lashed out, slapping a metal canister of water out the tent with force. The absolute intrigued him at first, more power meant being stronger to protect you, but now… He was beyond ever considering it again. The cultist not only almost killed you, but the child growing from within you!

“How dare they…” He seethed, “How dare they harm her and my child!”

Astarion was pacing around angrily, how could he have allowed this to happen? He started to blame himself.

“Astarion-“ You spoke up, attempting to calm him down.

“I’ll show them, my love-“ he cut you off, “that nobody is allowed to touch what is mine.” He growled.

His eyes darkened again: “I’ll make them pay.”

#bg3 #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 x reader #tav #Gale #astarion x you

[bunji-enthusiast]

One Whole, Became Two

Note || this took me so long to write, but I love this stupid idiot platonically. Chapter three my sleep-deprived folks 👍🏻

WC || 3,312

<(part 1)><(previous part)><(you are here)>

Sypnosis || you bring back a dear old dead heart to a wounded dog.

If someone ever told you that you would’ve come back to a desolate factory full of death and damnation you would tell them that in what world in which would that happen? You never would’ve heeded their words.

Oh, how wrong you were.

You hated being wrong.

Yet, many things may have happened, some of which allowed you to get in some exercise… you also gained some new friends. They are very near and dear to you, despite the small numbers you retain in your ragtag group of allies. You preferred the terminology friends, you’ve gotten close with Kissy Missy and Poppy, even DogDay too!

Speaking of which, this accursed Playcare was still a little too dark for your liking. You needed more power, more light to go the right way necessary. A light chuckle breaks you out of your thoughts, “A-angel, do you need some help?” DogDay inquired, watching as you had tried to remember which way he had pointed to the medical station.

You shook your head egregiously, trying to affirm your belief as you spoke, “I got it… I swear I know which way it is!” Your shoulders slumped as you let out a defeated sigh, having to hate asking him for help.

Asking for help wasn’t necessarily your most favorite thing in the world, in for the most of miniscule of things. You thought it was ridiculous, insipid to do, in no way would you ever ask for said help unless you really were struggling.

Apparently as of right now, these were one of those moments that you were truly struggling, and it was with directions as well. You couldn’t be any more ashamed, “Could you m-maybe tell me where it was again?”

DogDay let out an amused bark, not merely in making fun of you. He thought you were just cute, the way you were embarrassed, though DogDay will never actually admit this feeling to you. “Okay, Angel, you see that sign over there? It points to the direction of the medical station.” Your large companion points to the sign in question, you sorely cannot miss it no way, his paw was big. Actually, it’s nearly the size of your head.

“Ah, focus!”

The pathway was riddled with broken cobblestone and dirt, but do-able to make your way through. You just hated broken paths, no trouble still.

You nod to let him know you saw it, walking over to the sign that was now a few pacings away from you. The silence had now settled in place for the lack of conversation, it was seemingly getting awkward enough as is. Suddenly, a new voice interjects on the radio of your walkie-talkie.

“Oh there you are! I wasn’t able to connect to you on that side of the dome!” His light voice carried an undercurrent of worry. “No ouchies or lost body parts?”

DogDay raised a brow as you two had continued making your way to the medical station. You nodded your head curtly, as if angling your head to signify you’d explain the kid on the radio at a later time. You spoke out in reply, knowing full well you weren’t in any real danger at the moment, “I’m uh, I’m fine Ollie. Just taking care of a friend, they got hurt… real bad.” A wince left your throat at the tone you carried within your words, you didn’t expect that.

A thought rushed into your head, “Why’d I word it like that? I guess I’m just worried about revealing DogDay to Ollie just yet.” DogDay patted your leg as to reassure you, eyes gleaming as if they were smiling down upon you. 

“Alright, you can introduce me later,” Ollie paused, as if he were hesitating to get the words out of his mouth. As if something was holding him back from doing so, “Take care of them first then I’ll tell you what to do next. See you!”

Then, the radio was now silent. You let out a breath you held in your lungs, sometimes forgetting to breathe reminds you to even breathe manually. An odd habit but nobody will nitpick that for the life of all there is to know and exist. 

An abrupt cough shocked you out of your thoughts, you immediately became concerned for DogDay who had been patiently waiting for your dilemma and conversation to end. You knelt down and checked over his body, “No need to worry.” You lodged his resistance in the back of your head, looking for any external wounds beside the most obvious ones. 

“I shouldn’t have stopped.” You murmur, gently picking him up. There was no way you’d let him drag himself along the floor, not until he was in a better state.

“We’re alright Angel,” DogDay sputtered, you were unimpressed, not phased by his words. “Really… but who was that if I may ask?” 

Steadily, you continued walking–the stupid medical station finally in reach. “Ollie, apparently sometime after I dropped down here he told me he was an ally of Poppy.” You then trailed off, not sure if you wanted to mansplain the entirety of the story down right to when you came across DogDay. Sighing, you begrudgingly open the door to the station.

The room was messy, akin to the state of many other locations in Playcare. But in your modest opinion, you truly did not care about that. You just really needed to fix up DogDay, and he was the focal point of your attention right now. “Angel, you seemed to be incredibly bothered.” 

DogDay shifted on the weight of his body as you began setting him down, if you were being truthful, you couldn’t refute that very fact. Yet you felt too angry to get the words across, “I know, I.. I guess this stupid factory just has me all on edge.”

Then a silence settled into place, as neither of you were unsure of what to say next. Everything and nothing was happening all at the same time. You walked over the ruined carpet, it looked as if it was made in the 1980’s. Some doors seemed to be torn off of it’s hinges, but at least the supplies were barely stolen. There was enough to treat DogDay properly, as much as you can manage within your knowledge anyway.

The hard part would be treating DogDay, (as you unfortunately didn’t have enough knowledge medically) and getting him his legs back so he could walk on his own as well. 

Gently, you opened a door to a closet, full of bandages and gauze. 

“Perfect timing, guess I didn’t need to look that hard.” You thought to yourself, your hands already grabbing the bandages and gauze. A small smile graced your cracked lips, carrying a genuine air with you, “Hey, DogDay I found some supplies. Looks like they left this place pretty untouched.” You waved at him, holding the aforementioned supplies in hand. 

DogDay perked up from where he had been looking at some stray medical papers, most likely files of every patient to come in and out of the station. “Oh!.. Thank you greatly. You really are an angel my friend.” You become bashful at his words, an embarrassed chuckle leaving you as you scratched the back of your head. Standing up you walk back over to the large dog, motioning for DogDay to position himself to where you can get to all the spots correctly.

You sighed, having to take a moment in order to set yourself into focus, this was important. You didn’t want to screw up something so crucial to DogDay’s health, “Ok, This might hurt a little so bear with me.” You warn, crouching down as you laid out the supplies.

“I have no doubt you will do fine!” DogDay encouraged you, settling down to be calmer for you. Fine, yes you can do fine. Okay well enough maybe, you just need to be careful!

Why was this so difficult?

“Stupid brain, Stop giving me all these thoughts!” You groan lowly, setting into place to mend his more major wounds with a contemporary suture. First off, you needed to clean the suture, to which you had quickly done. 

You gently pressed a wet rag to the most prominent area, cleaning it out of any debris that might be left behind in the wound. DogDay was simply listening and quiet upon your actions, clearly a little too impressed for your liking. You swabbed the wound with water then threw away the rag a few meters from you, you internally winced at that. 

Injuries are a major case for you ever since you stepped foot into this factory, you just never expected to be having to treat another person (or toy for that matter). 

“Angel?” You let out a hum in reply, suturing the wound as he spoke. “You seem… incredibly bothered, maybe you should try to talk about it.” DogDay shifted slightly, wincing a little as he had done so. Concern washes over your expression as you went to hold him, he held out a hand to reassure you he was fine.

“Well.”

You sat back on the heel of your foot as you thought about it for a moment, your brows knitted together. It was practically hurting your head, giving you a headache to be thinkin about every little thing that was running through your head.

Your lips pressed together in a thin line, unsure of whether or not to air your concerns. But it seems you weren’t gonna have any other chance to talk about it then right now, you just didn’t wanna dump everything on DogDay all at once. 

Practically would seem like a lot. Far too much to say and too little to be sure of. 

“I guess I’m just concerned over whether or not I really can trust Poppy,” You signal, having a habit of talking with your hands. “And this, Prototype guy… didn’t you say CatNap worships this thing like a god?”

He nods, “Yes, I didn’t join the Prototype. Which is why he had deemed me a heretic.” You frown at his words, nobody deserves that type of treatment. Making it even worse, you would assume the two used to be very good friends. 

“Oh dear,” You echo, recoiling suddenly in embarrassment for voicing something you didn’t realize slipped out of your mouth. DogDay laughs at this, waving his hand as he sits himself upright so as to not slip onto his back, “You are very much correct Angel.” He nods, “If anything, he’s no longer the old CatNap I’ve come to know him as.”

You shrug, a little unsure of the situation right now. Then a thought you finally needed ran across your mind, “Hey, would you happen to remember where your legs are or if… any spare ones laying around anywhere?” You motion around the room as you spoke, voice trailing off as you sat back, and awaiting DogDay’s response. He appeared to be deep in thought, clearly thinking about your question.

“I believe they have some spares in a storage room at this station,” DogDay gestures at the specific door he thought of in mind. “But Angel, I might be wrong. Don’t trouble yourself for my sake beyond this.” His voice strains, as if pleading. 

You chewed your lips, nodding your head once more as you headed to the door of origin. You quietly crept into the room, seeing how dark and dank it was. Slowly but surely your eyes had adjusted to the light. 

“Now, where are you… stupid legs.” You mutter, taking notice of some poppy gas that laid in wait in the corner, not to mention how badly scratched this room was in particular. Probably the work of CatNap or some other toy. On instinct, your legs drove you forward as you stepped into the gas with a gas mask inset upon your face. You certainly didn’t feel like dying from the gas, or passing out for that matter.

You had a debt to pay.

Your eyes wandered aimlessly as you palmed around for the supposed legs, feeling around for each and every inch possible that you might miss. 

Suddenly you felt a fuzzy feeling run up across your arm, you jostled in surprise, a happy squeak leaving your throat when you pick up the legs. “Thank you, sweet baby jesus.” You huff in reprise, feeling accomplished at the place of convenience.

If you could laugh right now, it would be possible, heaven sure as hell wasn’t a place for angels anymore. Not even you, but you still had to follow through, you came here in the first place anyway.

A small sigh left your esophagus as you turned, walking back through as you made careful note not to trip walking back too. 

Something had your mind occupied, demons infested this place. Elliot Ludwig had created this place, and if he so proclaims to want to bring joy to thousands upon thousands of children around the world then why would he permit the experiments. All those children and the elderly… your heart couldn’t help but ache at the mere thought. 

You shake your head to get your mind out of the unilluminated gutter, DogDay lit up upon seeing you in his sights once more. “Angel, you are alright.” He mentions, paw held to his chest as if he were breathing a sigh of relief.  

Your nose was scrunched as you gutted a snort, “You say that like it’s so surprising DogDay.” DogDay shrugs, as if he was now expressing the vulnerability of being embarrassed at the prospect of his own words. 

“Ah I’m just joking with you,” You wave him off, DogDay remains silent at this, not having any thought at what to say back to you. You were right though, he shouldn’t be doubting you for what even anyone in particular is worth. Being freed for what feels like the first time in forever had been leaving him with brand new thoughts, even though he had been thinking and left well alone for nearly over a decade now.

One door closes, infinite more are open. One must beware the foreign class, otherwise you may as well see yourself dead. 

“I truly do apologize for Poppy’s actions… we all mean well.” DogDay begins, trailing off into nearly an inconceivable silence. You set down the legs, to which DogDay is delighted at this brand new aspect, yet still left without room to be uncouth. You didn’t speak at all, pressing between the fine line of the truth and his own words. 

“We must, break the circle.”

What?

“Angel?”

“You all are chained, if whatever happened all those years ago were true…” You sigh, rubbing the nape of your neck as you find yourself in an air of awkwardness. “Then I am also at fault for the way you guys are right now.” 

DogDay’s brows drew together, upset that you feel guilty for the entirety of this fortnight. At least it had felt that way for you, you sincerely had lost track of time since your watch had gotten destroyed. You tried keeping up with the time on the clocks you pass by, but you just generally had lost the energy and motion in doing so.

“Hmn.” He muttered to himself, then got up to hug you, which had clearly surprised you as you felt yourself being enveloped and wrapped in a very fluffy hug. You sigh and decompress after a few moments, the shock finally leaving your body.

“Thanks… DogDay,” You motion, patting the fluff resting upon his chest. “I actually really needed that, hugs are a rarity.” You admit, blush burning on your cheeks as you look away from him in a manner of speaking. You hear a chuckle interrupted by a cough, “Don’t thank me, you seemed to really need it Angel. Being exhausted is one thing, but no hugs?”

DogDay drew a paw to his chest as he spoke dramatically, “That is absolutely unacceptable!” Your hand crossed over your mouth, trying to stifle a laugh at what a drama king DogDay was posing as at this very moment. 

“You kinda remind me of someone I know.” You motion, then sat on the heels of your feet as you immediately went back to work in fixing up DogDay. 

“How so?” 

“You're pretty bright, act like a drama king sometimes and you even can be a little mean…” You wag a finger as you see him begin to protest at the mean comment, “I don’t mean like in a rude manner, just like in a brotherly way. You kind of act like a big brother sometimes.” You shrug with a hint of finality, fixing up his other injuries and repairing them with a gentle hand, even if the suture seemed to betray the tremble displayed. 

After silence had continuously settled in once again, you sigh, angling at the fact on what to do in order to mend DogDay’s very obvious injury with his lack of legs attached at the bottom of his torso. For a moment, you meander with the decision.

“Right, I’m gonna try my best to reattach them to you.” You spoke with a benign tone, more so displaying your own distrust of yourself. You hated that, you practically hated everything so why is this any different.

You just have to do it scared. 

Familiarity reigns over your heart as you see his large paw lay over your own hand, you sigh, sensations shuddering your body as you keep yourself calm. You silently thank DogDay as you gesture that you were okay now, you can be fine on your own.

You push the legs to his upper half, just barely enough that it would appear as if the legs were there and back again already. Your hand wanders over to the middle line, your eyes glaze over with forlorn worry taking your very worried brain. You sigh as you begin stitching, taking careful caution as you notice him flinching quite a few times throughout the process. At a leisurely pace, you notice by the influence you had made by taking care of him how much better he looks physically. 

Soon enough, you manage to completely stitch his legs back to right where they belong. “Well done, I knew you could do it Angel!.” DogDay shook with excitement, reassuringly glad at the prospect of being able to actually walk again. You swear you could collapse at the relief, you hold out a finger before you let him get excited any further, “I still need to bandage it all together, extra precaution if you catch my drift.”

Your large dog companion nods in understanding, shifting about so his body parts don't get sore from sitting in one place for too long. 

From before, grace was high in patriarchy, now then you were sure it was something high to fall from. You could climb to the top (bottom to be literal) and rip the Prototype off of his high horse, and free all the surviving toys. 

You shook your head, trying to calm yourself at the buzzing excitement that had resonated deep-seated into your heart. You quickly went to work on bandaging the middle line of his torso, carefully curating it enough so the bandages would cover the stitches completely. 

“There, now we are done and good to go!” You look up at DogDay, offering him a soft smile. “Angel really… thank you so much.” He gestures for you to come closer, so you oblige and go in, suddenly you feel yourself being hugged by unabashed warmth. You yelped as air bloomed across your skin, seeing as you are now in the air quite a few feet off the ground.

DogDay really was hugging you with the whole of his heart, so you melt into his touch, relenting as you found defeat–yet also peace with your furry friend.

#dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime dogday #DogDay #x reader

[thatsdemko]

everybody’s friend - l.norris

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: some the grid x fem!reader(platonic!) and lando Norris x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw ideas mentioned(not in depth details) + has some content that is not intended for minors

summary: in which you’re everyone’s friend but you are so much more than that with lando norris.

a/n: having naughty thots… enjoy. feedback is always appreciated xx

《 the following content has ideas that are not intended for minors. 》

he’s not like the others. he proves that time and time again. working with Mercedes was a dream come true, you enjoyed Lewis, mick, and George, you were everyone’s friend on the grid, you extended hands to more than just Mercedes. it’s how you ended up in the mclaren garage more often than you should.

but lando norris doesn’t mind.

in fact, lando norris sneaks moments into the Mercedes motorhomes when he can. when no one is watching and no one suspects a thing, because what you have is careful and secretive.

but the problem is, you’re everyone’s friend and everyone loves you just like he does. but he wants you all to himself.

“y/n!” lily is nearly sprinting towards you before you enter the Mercedes hospitality with mick. her arms engulf you, pulling you closer to her body, “I’ve missed you!”

you chuckle feeling Alex’s arms wrap around you as well, “she was my friend first.” he adds, you look up to see his eyes are challenging his girlfriends, “well she said she likes me more.” she huffs out a pleased sigh, squeezing you closer to her.

“I love you guys both!”

you can hear his giggles, they perk your ears up. they make your heart skip beats, and when you feel lily and Alex’s arms loosen from around you, you move to close your gap between him.

he finds it cute, how excited you get to see him despite that you spent all morning entertaining lazy sex in your hotel room. like you didn’t spend most of the evening on your knees for him. that’s the difference in your friendship.

“hi,” you breathe out, the orange he’s wearing is blinding in the sun, it reflects against your skin. he looks handsome despite the evident tiredness you left him with.

“don’t you have people to see?” he jokes, hand squeezing your arm as he brushes past you. McLaren interns are calling his name and fans are beginning to approach him rapidly, leaving you in the distance.

you hate the way he treats you in public, like he wasn’t just in your room acting like a simp and begging for a sneak of one of your breasts. like he wasn’t just on top of you, core deep inside.

—

you watch him climb out the car after placing nineteenth on the grid for the upcoming race. you know he’s searching for you, you see those blueish green eyes searching for your presence, and when he finally finds you he doesn’t hesitate to take the steps towards you.

“you did what you could.” you offer your condolences, soft smile lifts to your eyes that he can’t help but reciprocate back despite the pang in his chest of the loss.

“you want to fuck after this—“

“y/n!”

you shake your head at his words, flashing him a wink that sends him all he needs, before you rush off to Oscar who was searching for a friend.

he hates that people steal you away from him. he hates how important you are around the grid and the paddock. you weren’t a driver, but people recognized your work and your dedication to Mercedes. fans loved you, and some of them even rooted for you and mick, but there was another man who got that passion and excitement nobody else saw. the kind that was deeper than the looks you gave mick.

he watches you slip from his fingers and run off to Oscar. you pat him on the back, smile and give him a thumbs up. he can’t make out what you’re saying, but he hates how dangerously close the Australian gets to you. he hates that everyone is your friend.

—

celebrations are in order for Fernando’s podium. the private room is packed with drivers, models, friends, girlfriends, and many others you couldn’t recognize. but there was one person you did, and he was sitting, legs far apart, waiting for you.

he’s in a white linen button down, sleeves rolled up, and top three buttons undone exposing his chain. he looks gorgeous. you dip down onto the couch and take a seat on his thigh, moving closer you brush your lips against his, “you make me think dirty about you.” you yell in his ear before attempting to pull away, he wraps his hand around the nape of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss.

“that dress does the same to me.” his hands roam up and down your curves and hips. the black tight mini dress was not something you planned to wear, but seeing his mood earlier, you figured he could use some cheering up.

you flash him a smile before rising up off his thigh, deciding to find yourself a drink. you push through the bodies of people, making your way to the bar, your hands fall on top of the shoulders of no one other than charles, “mon amour, you look stunning.” he moves you in front of him, calling the bartender over to get you a drink.

glancing over your shoulder, you see lando staring you down. his eyes are narrowed in on Charles, the man who just added your vodka Red Bull to his tab, but he’s just a friend. he’s not the one who strips you naked, takes your pictures on his camera. he’s not the one who gets to wash you clean of all your mistakes. that’s landos job.

“when are you signing that contract with Ferrari, amour? I need you in my corner.” Charles hand slips around your back, guiding you to the corner where Pierre and kika stand, cups and shot glasses scatter the silver round table.

“not in a million years, leclerc. I love my Mercedes.”

“not as much as you love the mclaren.” Pierre chuckles, you watch the man fiddle with the straw in his hands before slurping down what’s left in his plastic cup. he’s seen you many times slip into the motorhome and the countless times slip out of landos hotelroom. he’s good at keeping secrets, and you’re hoping this one gets brushed past.

“the McLaren? I’ve seen her with yuki more than I’ve seen her in orange.”

your nervous eyes connect with Kika’s, and she flashes you a wink letting you know, your secrets were safe with her. she’d never tell a soul about what she’s heard or seen. you trust the younger girl, she’s been the one to help you cover up hickeys and vice versa.

you feel a soft hand against your lower back, the fingers slip down your ass, you feel three, or four, fingers take a squeeze and it lets you know who it is.

looking up at him, he’s slipping an arm around you, “what are you drinking?” he asks, dipping his head towards your ear, lips dangerously close to your ear lobe.

“vodka Red Bull.” you offer your cup to him, he takes a small sip before handing it back to you. his hand around you tightens pulling you closer in front of him. he’s not sure why he feels this way, he doesn’t typically get jealous when others around the grid talk to you, but maybe it’s this time you’re in a tight dress and he hates the attention on you.

you’re sure Charles catches it all. the way he moves closer to Pierre, the nervous looks around the table, lando wasn’t good at keeping secrets. not when part of his little secret was making it harder for him to contain.

“do you want to get out of here?” his voice is low, but he’s so close to your ear, you can feel his hot minty breath run down your spine, fingers tightening around your hip.

“you can’t wait?” you challenge raising an eyebrow. the look on his face let’s you know he can’t wait. like the thing growing in his pants might get worse by the second if he doesn’t get in the back of an SUV and fuck you silly.

“with you? never.”

you chuckle into your drink, those fingers growing dangerously close to your ass once more, but they linger upwards teasing you. his finger tips begin to feel faint against your skin, he knows what he’s doing. you love his touch against your skin, when he pulls away you beg for more.

you reach backwards and pull his hand back against you, a low chuckle escapes his lips, he turns to speak with Charles. two having a private conversation, but you see Charles eyes widen at you, he shakes his head mouthing the word “naughty.”

you slap your hand, lightly, against landos chest. turning yourself in front of him you get on your tippy toes and whisper in his ear, “take me home.”

the words settle against his ear, fingers intertwining yours, he doesn’t even bother to say goodbye just whisks you off and out the club.

he’s thankful for the SUV that’s waiting outside, because that SUV was where your head was banged against the arm of the door, legs spread as far as you could while his cock dug deep inside you. the whimpers and panting were humiliating. he knew how to fuck you better than a friend.

thank god nobody stopped him, but the questions of your friendship are all of tomorrows talks, especially when you show up with hickeys all over your neck.

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[babyleostuff]

BLANKET FORT | MOON JUNHUI

jun had a habit of checking the weather forecast every morning - he woke up, grabbed his phone, ignored all of the messages from his manager, and checked the weather app. it was a small, unconscious habit he developed after you began dating. jun didn’t even realise he did it until seungkwan asked him why he was checking the weather for korea, when they were abroad for their schedules.  

he was away the first time it happened. you called him, your voice shaky and panicked, as you explained that there has been a power outage because of a thunderstorm. jun could hear you quietly sob through the phone, and his heart broke, because there was nothing he could do to help. 

he had never felt so powerless before. 

after that, he decided to check the weather every morning in case of a storm, so you could prepare beforehand. well… almost every morning. 

jun cursed at himself, rushing out of the studio to his car, rain hitting the windshield as he speeded through town, while a low rumbling of thunder could be heard from the distance. 

you got home safely just before it started raining, though you knew the big, grey clouds hanging over the sky meant more than just rain. but there was no way you’d call jun. he was at work and you didn't want to disturb him, certainly not because you were afraid of a silly little thunderstorm. 

what you didn’t expect was to hear a knock a second later, revealing a drenched jun standing in your doorway. 

“i got here as fast as i could,” he said, breathing heavily. you figured he must've taken the stairs, something he always did when he was in a rush to see you. “what are you doing here, silly? shouldn’t you be at work?” you brushed his wet bangs away from his face, noticing how he shivered slightly. you pulled your boyfriend by his wet jacket before he could say anything, forcing him inside. 

“we finished the recording earlier today,” jun said, as you kept dragging him in the direction of your bathroom. “and as i was leaving i got an alert for a thunderstorm, so,” he took a deep breath, grabbing your hand tighter. “i decided to come to you.” 

just as you were about to scold him for being so reckless and not going home to change into something dry so he wouldn’t get sick, a loud boom echoed through your apartment. you immediately stopped in your tracks, jun’s body colliding with yours. he could feel how your body tensed up, the familiar panic written all over your face, as you looked into the direction of the window. 

“come on, i’ve got to get these wet clothes off me,” jun said, tracing his knuckle over your cheek. truth be told, he didn’t care if he was currently freezing his ass off, but he knew it would take your mind off from the storm going on outside. “y-yeah, let’s go,” you gulped. 

after jun changed into dry clothes and wasn't in danger of getting sick anymore, you left the bathroom with a little hesitation, where, fortunately, you didn't hear what was happening outside the window. “you know what,” he said, pulling you onto your bed, cradling your body to his chest, so your head rested right above his heart. “i saw this thing a while ago, and i was wondering if we could make it together,” he whispered, running his hand through your hair. 

“hm?” you murmured, looking up at him. “a blanket fort. we've never done it together before.”

maybe any other day you’d say that it was a bit silly for you to make a blanket fort, but as another rumble of the thunder passed you nodded your head quickly, latching onto jun even more. 

“hey,” he whispered. “’s okay, baby. i know you’re scared, but i’m here with you,” he said, pecking your forehead. “you’re safe here. you’re home. with me.” 

and that’s how you ended with chairs placed all around your living room, with all of your blankets and sheets you didn’t even know you had thrown over the chairs and your couch. “i’m going to get some more pillows, i’ll be right back,” jun said, before disappearing from your little blanket fort. 

you weren’t sure you needed anything more, your little bundle was already full of everything - blankets, pillows, food and snacks, fairy lights, your computer, even a couple of plushies jun got you when he was on tour - you name it. but you didn’t have the heart to stop him, your precious boyfriend looked over the moon when you were setting up the fort, like a little kid on christmas day. the rain was still heavily pattering against your window, but it didn’t bother you as much anymore. 

“okay,” a blonde head peeked into the fort. “i think we’re ready,” jun crawled inside, while trying not to destroy anything. you giggled as he struggled to sit down comfortably beside you, his back hunched because he was too tall. “i think your legs are too long, baby,” you laughed, grabbing onto his arm. 

you could feel jun’s smile as he pressed a kiss against your cheek, bringing you closer to him, so you could lay between his legs. as he tried to manoeuvre the both of you so you could lay comfortably against the stack of pillows, a particularly loud thunder stroke making you flinch. “don’t you think it’s a bit silly?” you asked in a whisper, nuzzling yourself further into jun’s arms.

“what?” 

“that i’m afraid of thunder. that’s just stup-,” 

“don’t even dare to finish that sentence,” you had to suppress a smile hearing his offended tone. you didn’t even have to look at him to know he was pouting angrily. “it’s not silly or stupid to be afraid.” 

“yeah, but it’s just thunder.” 

“and what about it? mingyu yells like a little girl any time he sees a bug, but that doesn’t make him less of a man. it’s okay to be scared,” he said, stroking his thumb over your tummy. “besides, i’m always here to protect you.” 

and so you spend the rest of your afternoon cuddled under tens of blankets, watching your favourite movies, until eventually you drifted off in the arms of your boyfriend not bothered by the thunderstorm happening outside anymore.

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[cxptain-capsicle]

Beyond the Sea | Luke Castellan | I

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Unclaimed Poseidon Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Claustrophobia, near death, angst, fluff

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Two days had passed, at least you thought it had been two days although there was no way to know for sure considering no light was able to reach you. You had been chased across upstate New York by a Minotaur that you couldn’t seem to shake. He cornered you into a small cave in the woods, so small the Minotaur couldn't get in no matter how hard he tried. The Minotaur scratched and clawed to reach you until the rocks of the cave cascaded down over his head forcing him to pull away, trapping you indefinitely in the cave. You screamed and pulled at the rocks but they wouldn’t budge. Panic set in, you were trapped and there was nothing you could do about it. So two days had passed, no food, no water, no light. You fought to stay awake past your growling stomach and dry mouth. White spots started to appear in your vision. “This is it,” You thought. “Death by starvation.”. You were finally seeing the light. Wait, you were seeing the light. Real light, sunlight coming through the cracks in the rocks. Voices shouting on the other side were muffled from your exhaustion. More light continued to shine through until there was a hole in the rocks big enough for the strangers to fit through. You couldn’t hear well, your vision was blurred, and the sudden light after so long of darkness was painful. A girl came through the hole first, her hair was long and curly but you couldn’t make out much else. Then a boy, tall with dark hair. Finally a second boy, and you knew you were hallucinating when you swore he had hooves. They all wore the same bright orange shirt as they rushed to your side. The dark haired boy went down to the ground, pulling you into his lap to prop your head up. The girl crouched down next to you and pulled something out from behind her back. A flask, she tilted your head back and poured the contents into your mouth. Immediately the aching and pain in your body was relieved and your dry throat stopped burning with every breath. The muffled voices started to become clearer.

“Is she even alive?” The girl asked impatiently.

“Real sympathetic Clarisse.” The boy holding onto you responded. “Hey,” He shook you slightly. “You there?” You tried to speak but the words couldn’t come out. You kept trying but nothing was working. “It’s okay, don’t worry. You’re gonna be fine.”

You’d never met this boy before, but for some reason you believed him.

“There’s a Minotaur!” Someone shouted from outside the door of your cabin. “On the hill!” 

Luke and you simultaneously looked at eachother. You hadn’t seen a Minotaur in 3 years.

“Why is there a Minotaur on the hill?” You asked.

“Nothing good.” Luke said as he hauled himself off of the floor by your bed.

“Do you think it has to do with Grover?” You questioned. “He’s supposed to bring back that kid.”

That was enough to get you both in motion, following everyone to the boundary line. When you reached the boundary line you realized it was raining. Weather didn’t affect camp unless Mr. D, camp director, let it. Everyone was crowding at the edge, too hesitant to step out into the rain, into possible danger. You and Luke broke through the crowd, passing the boundary line and rushing to Grover who was crouched down. Grover was hovering over a boy who laid on the ground, he was young, long, curly, sandy hair that stuck to his face.

“Where’s the Minotuar?” Luke looked around frantically. Grover looked up at us, squinting through the rain

“He killed it.”

When you woke up you were in some type of infirmary. Morning light shone through the stained glass windows and painted colors on the floor. You were in the same orange shirt that the kids in the cave wore. When you looked around you saw the boy, the same one from the cave. He was sound asleep, slumped in a metal chair next to your bed.

You struggled to sit up in the bed but somehow you managed, waking the boy in the process. He jolted in the chair, rising to his feet in less than a second.

“You’re awake” He sounded shocked. “I’m sorry… Hi.” He smiled. “I’m Luke.”

“Hi,” You said, your voice too raspy to say much else and honestly not knowing what else to say.

“Oh, of course, water.” He reached over to the nightstand to grab a glass of water. You drank it in seconds, whatever they had given you in the cave had revitalized you but it didn’t even come close to this.

“Better?” He chuckled at your eagerness.

“Much.” You nodded. “How long was I out?” 

“A few days. Your body was exhausted, who knows how long you were trapped in there.”

“Where am I?” You changed the subject quickly, the thought of the cave made you feel sick.

“That’s a long story.” He didn’t seem to know where to start. “Let’s talk about it over breakfast.”

Luke led you out of the infirmary and you realized it was a house, a massive house. So massive in fact that they called it the “Big House”. You left the big house and walked down a path that led to a cluster of houses in the shape of a U. Past the houses a pavilion, it radiated the smell of maple syrup and orange juice. Just the smell made you pick up your speed. 

In the pavilion there were a few kids, all wearing the same shirts, sitting down for breakfast. When you walked with Luke into the pavilion everyone turned and stared but you were too busy taking in your surroundings. There were tall columns with flames on top surrounding the pavilion. There were tables all around it each with a white table cloth laying over it with a vivid violet trim. 

“Here,” Luke gestured to a seat at one of the tables. “Sit here, I’ll grab you a plate.”

You sat  down without hesitation, desperate to start eating. Luke was only gone for a minute before he came back with a full plate and a large chalice. As soon as the plate hit the table you started eating.

“Plenty more where that came from.” He couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sure you must be starving.” You took large gulps out of the chalice but no matter how much you drank there always seemed to be more.

“So…” He started slowly. “This place.” You were listening to him but you were significantly more interested in the pancakes.

“This place is called Camp Half-Blood. It’s a safe place for kids like us… half-bloods, demigods. Children of-”

“Greek gods.” You cut him off. He stared at you wide-eyed. “Like the ones from the myths.”

“How did you-?” 

“Yeah it put it together when the giant bull man chased me across New York, and when the scorpion cat thing caught my house on fire when I was 15, and the massive bird chased me for five miles when I was 11, and-”

“You’ve known for that long?” It wasn’t really a question, more of a shocked statement.

“I’ve been chased around since I was a kid. I just never knew a place like this existed.” You looked around with admiration. “How did you guys find me?” 

“Grover, he’s a satyr his job is to bring Half-Bloods to camp safely.” Luke explained. You felt a lot better knowing that the hooves weren’t a figment of your imagination. “When Chiron, oh- he's the camp activities director. When Chiron heard about the minotaur he thought it would be best to send Clarisse and me to help.”

Somehow reality just seeped in. Luke saved your life. You would have died in there, slowly, alone, afraid. You were going to die, then he found you, he held you in his arms and he told you everything would be okay. And for some reason, you believed him.

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[lieutnt]

KINKTOBER - #5

in public & being watched w/ rodolfo parra & alejandro vargas x top!male reader kinktober masterlist shoutout to @rodolfoparras for helping me with some ideas!

The relief of the cool air is temporary as you crowd Rodolfo against the wall, hands greedily sliding under his hoodie to hold him close as he tugs you forward with fingers in your belt loops, connecting you to each other as you capture his mouth. Your hands travel down to squeeze his ass and he moans into the kiss, body arching closer to your touch.

His head drops back to rest against the concrete as you move to his jaw, sucking at the flesh briefly before moving down to the skin of his throat, his arms loosely wrapping around your shoulders. He’s already half hard in his pants, has been since you visited him in his office earlier that day and helped him take a break, so when you begin to undo his belt he eagerly pushes his hips out to help, body jolting with force as you impatiently tug the layers down over his thighs.

Appreciatively smoothing your hands over pert skin as he turns around Rudy plants his palms against the wall, pushing back towards you as you press against him, kissing at the back of his neck as you grind the hard cock beneath your pants between his cheeks, breath heavy as arousal stirs in your gut.

When you spread his cheeks the sight of his hole, still slightly open and covered in the evidence of your previous coupling, has you releasing a low curse under your breath - he’s been walking around like that all afternoon. The hardness between your legs has you impatient, only fingering him long enough to ensure that he’s still stretched enough before you’re inching inside, low groans filling the air between you both.

Your forehead rests against his shoulder, waiting for your thrumming heart to calm, already dangerously close to your peak. Rodolfo moves first, shifting forward before sinking back against you, a broken and hushed moan rocketing from his chest. The fear of someone overhearing has him biting into his hand to keep quiet, but the more your thrusts begin to pick up, the more that hesitation breaks. “Por favor, ve más despacio,” he begs, voice choppy and clipped as your hips snap against him, a weak hand reaching back to rest against your stomach in a faint attempt at getting you to slow down.

You press against him harder, pushing him against the wall as you bite at his ear. “No one’s around, you’re fine querido.”

Neither of you hear the crunching of gravel underfoot, or when it abruptly stops. The sounds of skin slapping against skin is loud, too loud, but you don’t care anymore, thrusting into Rudy while puffing moans against his cheek. Alejandro quickly ducks out of the light, hiding behind a nearby stack of boxed supplies as his heart hammers in his chest. He knew you and Rudy were an item, but it still didn’t quell the feelings that swirled in his gut whenever he saw one of you, a ‘small crush’ he often attempted to reason with himself giving way to a blazing inferno.

He couldn’t help the way blood rushed south, fingers twitching as he tried to resist the temptation, but when a particularly loud moan rushed to his ears he gives in, drawing out his flushed cock. He swirls a thumb across his slit, spreading the precum that was steadily dripping before closing his hand in a tight fist around his cock. On the first stroke he has to bite his lip to stop from moaning, on the second he has to bite into the sleeve covering his other arm.

The devil on his shoulder taunts him to look and he does, peering around the crate to watch as Rudy arches his spine when you wrap a hand around his bobbing cock, stroking him in time with your thrusts. He can’t hear what you’re whispering into Rudy’s neck, but it obviously strikes something within the man because in the next few seconds he’s trembling in your hold, knees buckling as his cock pulses in your hand and he’s staining the brick wall you have him pressed up against with ropes of his cum, strangled moans clawing from his throat. You don’t let up, fisting him until he’s milked dry and whining, and only then do you let go, your cum-covered hand securing its place on Rudy’s hip as you thrusts pick up, desperate to chase your own release.

He groans at the overstimulation but you mutter apologies into his skin, promising that you were close. He falls pliant against the wall, body rocking with the force of your thrusts as you edge closer to your release, rhythm becoming uneven and desperate until you’re pushing in as deep as you can, body stilling as you yank Rudy back by his hips and cum inside. 

Alejandro furiously strokes himself, hypnotised by the tensing of your body and the harsh breathes you release as your orgasm travels through you, his own pleasure stirring and coiling like a spring in his gut.

You give one final thrust and Rodolfo moans your name, a sound that has Alejandro quickly tumbling after you both. His teeth hurt with how hard he bites down, smothering the devastating moan that tears from his chest as he cums against the crate, cock twitching endlessly in his hold as pleasure sizzles through his veins.

He stays there, panting into the fabric as he watches you pull out with a groan, taking a moment to stare as your cum drips from Rodolfo. When Rudy makes no effort to move you pull his pants up for him, smoothing out his ruffled hoodie as he makes a weak attempt to step back. Alejandro quickly ducks into cover, eyes sealed shut in an effort to listen and make sure he wasn’t caught. He quietly sighs with relief as he hears your footsteps receding, willing for his heart to stop trying to leap from his chest.

Rodolfo’s legs are shaky, and he sends you a weak glare when you wrap an arm around his waist, tucking him into your side with a satisfied smile as you walk away. Maybe next time you could convince Alejandro to join in.

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[milkzoro]

mdni, self bondage, slight edging, fingering, choking, cnc, somnophilia, missionary, creampie, cum cum cum <3

✧*̥˚ trafalgar law *̥˚✧

law wasn’t home, he didn’t say when he’d be back but the ache in your tummy was too intense to not do anything.

you felt yourself get close again so you pulled just a little bit harder, constricting your airways with the belt that was strapped around your neck.

it tightened the more you pulled, but it wasn’t him. your fingers fluttered around your puffy clit, frustrated with how you could almost taste your release.

you imagined it was your boyfriends tatted hands wringing your little neck and not this lousy belt. two fingers slipped into your desperate hole and you eagerly clenched around them while whining out his name, you were too impatient to wait for him to come home.

“laww—“ you cried.

you felt the blood leaving your face, your lips were turning blue but you were so so close. you couldn’t let your grip on the leather strap loosen.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

“shit. again?”

he rushed to your side to remove your makeshift noose. ‘naughty girl, couldn’t even wait for me.’ he thought.

“poor baby, you probably didn’t even get to cum.”

there was sadness in his voice but you looked so pretty for him, soft breaths and long eyelashes hanging low as you laid there peacefully.

he couldn’t help himself, he needed to be inside you. your panties were already missing and you were still so wet, your arousal stained the sheets and leaked down your limp thighs.

he positioned himself on top of you, kneeling on both sides of your still body. his fingers swiped up the length of your folds, collecting your sticky liquids.

“fuck-” his fingers lifted to his mouth as if it were muscle memory, he moaned at your sweet taste.

his already hard cock was lined up with your plush pussy, the pretty juices shined under your dim bedroom lighting. he sunk himself in all the way, lowering his face to meet the soft skin behind your ear. he filled your surroundings with his soft moans.

after filling you up, he began to move. pumping his thick cock in and out over and over again. he saw you gasp for air.

“you’re awake.” he kissed your cold cheek and continued fucking deep into you. “what did i tell you.”

the mix of being freshly woken up and the contractions pounding in your cunt had you a whimpering and moaning mess, your words were incoherent.

“i told you not to do this anymore, at least while i’m away, fuck— so dangerous y/n-ya…”

“put you hands on me, please law…” you craved his hands, they felt so good, always so cold and strong for you.

he was surprised that was your first coherent comment, actually no he wasn’t surprised at all, he knew you loved his hands.

without hesitation, his right hand met with your throat, he squeezed with just the right amount of pressure on both sides of your esophagus.

he smirked. his simple action resulted with you arching your back and whining for him, you pretty face pouring out so much pleasure.

your held your hand on his and gasped out, “cum in me baby—please please please!”

moans fled your gaping mouth, you begged for him to fill you, you wanted to cum with him so bad.

your requests weren’t ignored, his stokes quickly became very sloppy as he was reaching his own high.

“y/n-yaaaa—feel so fucking good, want me to cum in your tight cunt baby?” he teased.

the knots in your abdomen we’re getting ready to snap, the way your name escaped his lips pushed you further.

“YES!! god yes!! baby please i’m so close— gonna c-cum!” your legs shook, you couldn’t hold onto it any more. you cursed out.

“i’m right there with ya mama, gonna fill you up shit!— sucking my cock so good baby…” his voice was husky as he spoke, you knew he would cum any second, you felt the twitching deep witching your aching cunt.

you clenched around his base hard, pushing for him to cum in you, and he did. his seed filling you to the brim. he spilled everywhere, the excess dripped down your thighs and onto the already stained mattress.

“such a naughty girl. don’t let me catch you again or i’ll have no choice but to tie you up myself.”

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[storiesforallfandoms]

spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow;pirates of the carribean

word count: 2716

request?: yes!

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“Yay! Could you do Jack Sparrow with a water Nymph?

Maybe where his crew found them and thought they were a mermaid at first?

Please and thank you!! 🦋🦋💘”

description: in which they save a creature of the sea, and their captain takes interest in her

pairing: captain jack sparrow x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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Captain Jack Sparrow was not the type to ignore cries for help. Especially not when the cries sounded like they were coming from a woman in distress.

It was an otherwise calm day as sea when shrieks of fear broke through the otherwise silent sea. Jack quickly rushed to the bow with his telescope in hand. In the distance, he could see another ship sailing away from them while a figure that looked like a woman was thrashing in the water, what looked like a net wrapped around her making it hard for her to stay afloat.

“Prepare a rescue, men!” Jack announced. “We have a potential distressed captive dead ahead!”

His men quickly rushed to the side of the ship as they approached the still thrashing figure. One of them threw a rope into the water as they got closer and it landed just next to the distressed woman. She didn’t hesitate to reach out one of her arms - which the ship came to realize was partly bound to her - the best she could and hold on tightly as they began to raise her onto the ship.

Her entire body was bound and a net was thrown over her, now clinging to her as they pulled her in and laid her out on the deck. She was shivering and she had a fearful look in her eyes as she took in the crew of pirates standing around her.

Jack pushed to the front of the crowd to take a look at the woman. Through her bindings, he realized she was naked. He turned to Gibbs and commanded, “Get her something to cover up while we cut her free.”

“Jack,” Gibbs said, “she’s...she’s not human.”

When Jack looked back at the woman, he saw that Gibbs was right. Although the top half of her body was human, the bottom half seemed to be slowly turning from a tail to human legs. This woman was a creature of the sea - potentially a mermaid, which was one of the most dangerous thing a sailor could come across in the entire world.

But she was also scared. She was also tied up and thrown overboard. For what, Jack had no idea. It didn’t seem overly smart to try and drown her since she could breathe under water, but maybe having her tied up so that she couldn’t swim and instead would sink to the bottom and risk being attacked by other sea creatures.

Whether or not she was a mermaid was currently irrelevant. Right now what matter was helping her.

“Get her something to cove up,” Jack repeated. “Find her somewhere to stay that is away from the others.”

Gibbs seemed reluctant, but he did as Jack said. None of his other crewmates would dare to approach the woman, so Jack was the one who had to step up and set her free. When he took a step forward, she whimpered and tried to move away from him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Jack assured her. “I’m going to get these bindings off of you. My first mate is getting clothes for you and finding a place for you to stay. But first, I have to cut this stuff off of you, okay?”

She looked at him with wide eyes, like she didn’t believe that he wasn’t going to hurt her, but eventually nodded anyways. Whatever he could do to her couldn’t be any worse than what the other ship had done.

Jack produced a knife from his belt and worked at the net first. She was so tangled in it that there was no way he could just pull her free without harming her. He cut away at the net until it fell around her. Next, he started cutting at the ropes that bound her arms to her body, and that bound her now formed human legs together. The rope left behind terrible rope burn that felt like a fire was set around the areas of her body that it had been tied. She wished to leap back into the water to try and cool the burn, but she was still so exhausted and in so much pain that she knew she needed rest for the night.

Jack positioned himself so that his men couldn’t take in the sight of the naked woman in front of them. He found it a struggle not to glance down at her body, so close to his, but he did his best as he waited for Gibbs to return.

“Who took you before?” he asked her in a hushed voice. “Who threw you into the sea like this?”

She just looked back at him, her eyes wide. He could see she was still afraid. There was no use in pushing her for details now, especially when they were so fresh in her mind. Eventually she would speak, or maybe she wouldn’t and she would just wish to be released back into the water once she was rested. Either way, Jack wasn’t going to push the topic if she wasn’t willing to speak.

Gibbs finally returned with a blanket to wrap around her. He told Jack he had a private area prepared for the woman to stay in along with clothes for her to change into when she was alone. He still looked skeptical of Jack’s decision, but he kept that to himself.

Jack wrapped the woman in the blanket and helped her to her feet. She was hesitant to follow him at first, but eventually gave in and allowed the pirate captain to show her to her room.

“May I ask your name?” he asked her once they had arrived.

In a soft voice she responded, “(Y/N).”

He nodded. “Welcome aboard then, (Y/N).”

~~~~~~

The crew were abuzz the entire night about their passenger. None of them would bring the issue up with Jack directly, not wanting to go against the orders of their captain.

Gibbs, however, had no problem bringing the crew’s issue to Jack.

“They don’t trust that woman,” he was saying to Jack. “They’re afraid she has put some sort of spell on you with her mermaid powers. They think she’s going to make you do something stupid like give her the ship.”

“Gibbs, have I ever done something stupid for the sake of a woman?”

Gibbs gave Jack a look and opened his mouth to respond, but Jack held up a hand to cut him off. “Don’t answer that. I understand everyone’s concern, but I truly do not believe that woman is a mermaid. Mermaids usually use their powers to entrance any many around them. If she was truly a mermaid, then she would have all of us under her spell, not just me.”

“Then how do you explain the tail?”

Jack shrugged. “A bad cause of scabbies, maybe.”

“Jack,” Gibbs sighed. “I can’t talk you out of something once your mind is set to it, and I know that, but I want you to truly think about this. That other ship may have tossed her over because she tried to entice them as well and they realized before it was too late. What if she tries to do the same to us?”

“Then you can rub it in my face that you were right. But until then, I want you to respect my decision and do as I say. And that goes for the entire crew. You got that?”

Gibbs nodded. Jack waved a hand to dismiss him and turned to the closed door to the room that held their visitor. He approached the door, intending to go in to check on the woman, but stopped short and instead, deciding to knock.

There was a moment of silence before a timid voice asked, “Who is there?”

“It’s the captain, Jack,” he said. “May I come in?”

Another moment of silence, broken by the sound of the lock on the door being pulled back. When the door didn’t open, Jack let himself in.

She was sat on the bed, now clothed. She had herself curled up as far away from Jack as she could get. He could see she was still trembling, but he knew this was from fear now as opposed to from the cold.

“I just wanted to check on you,” he said. “See how you were feeling.”

“I appreciate the private room, and the clothes that you have provided for me,” she responded. She wouldn’t look at him, opting instead to study the wall in front of her. “Once I regain my strength, I will be going.”

“If that’s what you wish, we shall leave you on whatever island you desire to go.”

She shook her head. “I can swim.”

“I should rather think you wouldn’t want to go back into the water after an attempted drowning.”

“You know I am not human,” she said. “I saw the way your crew looked at me. I saw my own tail when you pulled me on board. You must know that I will be more than fine to be released back into the water.”

Jack nodded. “Whatever you wish, (Y/N).”

When it became evident that she was not going to speak anymore, Jack turned to the door to leave. He had his hand on the doorknob when suddenly she shot up from the bed, reaching out to stop him from leaving. Her hand met his and he felt the ice cold feeling of her skin. She jumped away just as quickly as she touched him, almost as if a switch were flipped inside her.

“I want your word that you will let me go,” she said. Her voice was still low, but there was more force behind it now.

Jack raised an eyebrow at her. “Why would you trust the word of a pirate?”

“I don’t. I don’t trust the word of any man, actually. But I want to hear you say you will let me go so I can determine whether or not you are lying.”

Jack turned to fully face her. She almost shrunk away from him, but found her courage and stood up tall. Jack could still see the fear in her eyes when she looked at him, but he could also see that it was starting to melt away. She was becoming more confident, more courageous. Maybe not comfortable, but he doubted any woman, sea creature or not, would feel comfortable in the presence of a pirate captain.

“I, Captain Jack Sparrow, give you my word that when you wish to leave this ship, we will let you leave without a fight,” he told her.

“You will not harm me?” she asked.

“We will not harm you,” he confirmed.

She studied his face for a moment before turning away. “You seem honest.”

“What did the men on that other ship do to you?”

She tensed. “They wished to kill me. They tied me up so that I wouldn’t be able to free myself from the net or to swim away, and they threw me in with an anchored net so that I would sink to the bottom of the ocean.”

“Lucky for you they didn’t know you weren’t human.”

No response. (Y/N) climbed back onto her bed. She wouldn’t meet his eye again, but this time she looked down at her lap.

“They knew,” she whispered.

Jack sat at the foot of her bed. He made sure to keep a distance between them as to not startle her further. It seemed he was starting to earn her trust if she was willing to tell him even the slightest details of what the men on the other ship had tried to do to her.

“What are you?” he asked. “My men think you are a mermaid, but I think otherwise.”

An amused look crossed her face. “Why do you think that?”

“I have encountered mermaids before. If one was on our ship, she would not let the men fear her. You would have enchanted everyone on this ship to worship you the moment we saved you.”

(Y/N) made a face of disgust. “Those retched creatures have ruined us. They have left a horrid reputation for us Naiads who just wish to protect the water and all its creatures, and do not wish to engage with humans.”

“Naiads?”

“A water nymph,” (Y/N) explained. “That’s what I am. I do not wish to cause harm to humans, just to care for the creatures who live in water. We don’t even live in the ocean the way that mermaids do. We prefer bodies of fresh water, like rivers and streams. That’s how those men found me. I was in my home pond in the woods when those men came trampling through. They saw me there, just watching them peacefully, and they grabbed me. They though that I was a mermaid, and apparently one of their men had been killed by a mermaid. They wanted revenge.”

Something about the hurt and afraid expression on her face angered Jack. He hoped they would come across the terrible men who had hurt (Y/N) so he could take care of them himself.

“Did they harm you?” he asked.

She shook her head. “They wanted me to suffer. They locked me in a tiny cage with no food for days, they’d give me water occasionally but only by pouring it on me so that my tail would come out and they could jab at it. And then they tied me up and tossed me into the ocean hoping I would sink or be eaten. I’m lucky you and your crew were sailing the same waters, otherwise I may not be here now.”

“I’m glad we saved you.”

When (Y/N) looked up to meet his eye, Jack could’ve been convinced that she truly was a mermaid, because just looking into her eyes took his breath away. He was willing to go to the ends of the Earth to protect her if that’s what she wanted.

But then he realized it wasn’t that she was using some sort of power on him to make him feel this way. It was that he was finally seeing the real (Y/N). The one who wasn’t afraid of him, but the one who trusted him enough to confide her true identity to him. The one who felt enough trust that she was letting her walls down, and now that they were down he could finally see her true beauty.

“Do you still wish to leave so soon?” he found himself asking.

(Y/N) was studying his face again before shaking her head. “No. I feel safer here than I do in the water right now. Not while those bastards are still out there.”

“Whenever you are ready to go back to the water, we will take you somewhere secluded enough that you won’t have to worry about them. And we’ll be sure to protect the area, and you, whenever we are around.”

“But how will you remember where you have left me if it is as secluded as you promise?”

“Oh, I’ll remember.”

(Y/N) seemed to understand what he was inferring. She smiled at him; a small, beautiful smile that almost took Jack’s breath away. He couldn’t help but smile back at her.

Their moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of (Y/N)’s stomach growling. They looked at each other for a moment before beginning to laugh.

“Would you like something to eat?” he asked. “We don’t exactly have fine dining on board, but we have enough food to feed a new passenger for a while.”

“I’ll take anything. I’m starving,” she responded.

Jack stood again and started for the door. “Alright, I’ll be back with something in just a moment.”

“Bring something for yourself, too,” she told him. “Perhaps we can eat together.”

Jack nodded, a smile tugging at his lips again. When he left, he didn’t close the door behind him so that (Y/N) knew that he truly was not trying to lock her away the way her captors had. He was merely giving her the option of privacy if she so desired.

And when he returned, the door was open, a welcoming gesture of her inviting him back into her room.

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Chapter 12

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; panic attack; allusions to SA; brief mentions of child abuse

A/N: Why was this the fastest chapter of this to write but the longest? I’m afraid that it’s turned out bad. 😩

Two days had passed since the attack. People had come and gone in brief visits to check up on you, usually finding Daryl at your bedside. He would be carving bolts or making adjustments on his crossbow, not really engaging with you. Just a presence in the room that you allowed; found that you wanted. The safety you felt around him couldn’t be ignored, any previous trepidations be damned. 

Aside from asking the archer to stay, you still hadn’t spoken. You couldn’t seem to find your voice even when you sought to use it. Fortunately, Daryl wasn’t much of a talker, so it seemed to raise no qualms. 

Hershel had given you the okay to leave the medical cell the day before but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It was the first place you’d been brought after the attack. It felt safe. Safer still since the archer had come to you. The table was beyond uncomfortable on your healing body but discomfort wasn’t a foreign concept in your life. 

You also didn’t want to face Carol. You had put so much stock in the promise she’d made upon your arrival to the prison only for it to be proven false. The logical part of your mind begged you to understand that the woman had done everything in her power to see that her words remained true. In the end, it had all shattered. 

You weren’t safe anywhere. 

The life you’d been damned to live wouldn’t be so easily altered. 

That wasn’t Carol’s fault. You knew that. Something told you that if Daryl engaged in conversation, he’d drive that point home as well. You’d probably even find it in you to consider it if it came from him. 

Why, though?

Why was there so much trust in a man that had bought you, rejected you, only to bring light to the desire he held for you? After the attack, it would make more sense to create as much distance as possible from him. He was a threat. 

But you felt completely safe aside from your warring thoughts. 

He didn’t do much aside from busy himself with something while he kept watch only a few feet from where you lay. He didn’t reassure you that it would never happen again. He didn’t tell you what was going on outside your little sanctuary. He didn’t even control the flow of people that came to see that you were recovering. He simply remained a silent sentinel. And you knew if danger came, he’d stand between you and the threat without a second thought. 

“Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?” Maggie asked from the door. 

From the corner of your eye, you saw Daryl’s hands still as if awaiting you to express comfort or hesitation. When you gave a shrug but gave no indication of fear, he continued with what he was doing. 

“I’m glad to see you’re moving around.” The young woman smiled gently. “Maybe you should consider going back to a room. You’d likely be more comfortable.”

You tensed and the archer’s hands paused once again. You willed your body to relax. Maggie meant no harm. You saw no reason for Daryl to intervene. You shrugged again but with a single shoulder and began to pull at a thread on the edge of the thin sheet that covered you. 

“You don’t have to, of course.” Maggie continued. She’d likely been sent to you, to act as a balm to your frazzled nerves. “There are other rooms too.”

She was really trying. Still, the thought of being alone was horrifying. You were alone when it happened. It could happen again. You didn’t know everyone. They could even come to the medical cell if Daryl left. 

The world around you had shifted, everything was tilted. You could hear yourself taking in harsh breaths that never seemed to reach your lungs. Your pulse was thundering against your temples, the blood in your veins was rushing in your ears. Daryl was moving, in between flickers of darkness. Missing moments that had him in the doorway with Maggie, then already leaning in front of you with no one else in the room. Your jaw felt warm and you chased the sensation, something to anchor to. 

“Tha’s it. Like me.” 

When the room settled into quiet, the sharp edges softening, you felt a steady thrum against your palm. You blinked slowly, grasping at reality, searching for…

Daryl was there, his expression serious but not hard. Your hand was pressed against his chest and held by his own. You could feel his heart beating, noticed your unsteady breaths absently matching each calm inhale and exhale he exercised. The warmth on your jaw: his palm. He was cradling your face, giving you a focal point. 

“Atta girl. Yer alrigh’.”

Your gaze lifted from the hand on his chest to his eyes, finding that kindness you saw the day you met him. Had he been hiding it away since you came here? 

He was the most confusing presence. Safe but guarded. Walls up high, impenetrable. His heart was on his sleeve, surrounded by barbed wire. You yearned to battle through. You wanted to know him. Understand his hesitant companionship. 

Your lips parted before you gave them permission. 

“Please…”

His grip loosened but didn’t pull away. Brow drawn, he waited but any fear you had was sealed, pounding on a shielded part of your subconscious. 

“Let me stay with you.”

His expression softened. He calculated, contemplated while you held your breath. 

Then he nodded once. 

“Okay.”

The move to Daryl’s space had been more difficult than you thought. It felt like all eyes watched your every step; judging, questioning. The archer was in front of you, the constant flexing of his fingers at his sides was telling. 

He felt it too. 

The stairs to his perch were painful, irritating the still too fresh injuries inside you. Once you reached the top and stepped into the space, your anxiety settled. You felt shielded from prying eyes. No one would dare venture here to cause you harm. Even if Daryl was away, this was his territory and he would protect it. 

“Y’can take the mattress. I got a sleepin’ bag I can crash on.”

You gave a meek nod. This space was his. He had the right to tell you what to do here. You would abide. The need to please him teetered on the edge of your acceptance into this group. This family. It threatened to spill over and uncover the obligation. That only served to make him uncomfortable. 

“Thank you.” You were quiet, as you tended to be already. The mattress was hard and lumpy but still felt like a guarded tower. You could rest here. 

The archer grunted, murmuring something under his breath. His crossbow sat against the wall, your gaze wandering over to it just before he picked it up. He didn’t say anything as he walked to the stairs, instead glancing over his shoulder to give you a tight nod. Then his form disappeared in a fading cadence of metallic steps. 

Even with only that, you knew you were okay. You gingerly moved to grab the edge of his blanket and cover yourself, feeling surrounded by him. It was easy to surrender to the call of sleep. 

Wha’ the fuck m’I doin’? The question repeated in his head as if his brain was not convinced that he’d heard it each time before. He scrubbed a hand over his face. He was tired. His days and nights had been spent at your bedside. Rick had, for some reason, allowed him to blow off his watch shifts, along with fence clearing duty. He hadn’t gone hunting since you’d asked him to stay. 

He felt like he was under a spell. It was the only explanation for him granting you access to his own space. You just looked at him with such a raw openness, he felt denying you would be immoral. There was also an overwhelming sense of responsibility accompanied by a heaping dose of guilt. He brought you here. It should be his job to keep you safe. Not Carol’s. Not Rick’s or Maggie’s. 

He would stick to his original plan. When you were better, he’d teach you to protect yourself; help you gain confidence. You’d move out of his area and things would go back to how they were. Maybe you would talk to Carol soon and smooth that over. She would at least be appreciated back-up during this shitstorm he catapulted himself into. 

In the meantime, he would need to orientate himself to your presence. Solidify his walls without becoming cold. Everything would be pointless if all he did was scare you. He just wasn’t a soft person. He never had been. Growing up the way he did didn’t allow for that. He’d changed since Merle had been gone. It wasn’t all at once. He had to learn to be around people, how to open himself up enough to care. He had thought he was doing okay. 

Then came you. 

A part of himself that he didn’t even know existed had surged to life. A desire to know someone in every way. He had felt a spark that first day and fought it the only way he knew how. He was harsh, cold. Anytime an unfamiliar sentiment reared its head, he’d examine it with a guarded curiosity before brutally beating it down into the darkest crevices of his subconscious. Somehow, it all managed to resurface. He’d find himself worse off than he was before. 

Thinking of you panting below him, your legs anchored over his hips. Your sweet whispers. Your fingers scratching lightly against his scalp. Your smile. Your eyes sparkling. 

He barely came back to himself in time to miss walking straight into a tree. Christ. This was going to get him killed. He was distracted, more so than he’d ever been in his pathetic life. But would continuing to fight it off even help? Would facing it head on only serve to make it worse? 

“Wha’ the fuck m’I doin’?” He whispered, running a hand over his hair. 

There was only one thing he could think of that might give him any sense of clarity. The thought of it made his stomach roll uncomfortably. 

With a groan, he crouched to get a closer look at some tracks. Regardless of his dilemma, people had to eat and he’d been idle long enough. He’d bring back something substantial and then he’d take care of business. 

He’d talk to Carol. 

After prepping the deer, Daryl began his search. Carol was busy making dinner with Maggie and one of the other girls when he found her. She promised to come get him later so they could talk after he had nearly had a stroke when she suggested he go ahead with what was on his mind so closely to the other two. There was no way they could have heard anything given their proximity but even the idea of it had him beet red and trembling. 

So she sent him off for now.

He had taken a few minutes to clean up, washing any blood from his hands and arms. He couldn’t change clothes since everything was kept up where you currently stayed. He’d have to figure some things out to make this work. Leave some necessities in an empty cell or something. He’d figure it out later when he wasn’t so tired. 

And nervous. 

Carol had told him once that you really liked the berries he would sometimes find. When he happened upon them today, he made sure to wrap a decent amount to bring back for you. 

Why? He had no idea. Yeah, ya do. Idiot. Okay. Yeah, he did. He thought maybe you’d smile. Maybe you’d talk. Beyond asking him to stay with you and pleading to go with him, you still weren’t speaking. He assumed that was pretty normal after something traumatic. He would go silent after a sound beating from his dad but that was mostly to avoid being blamed when the school would call a meeting. 

He was at the top step before he even realized it. Swear, shit’s gon’ get me killed. You were easy to spot: a lump under the blanket with a mop of hair peeking out. His first thought was that maybe he should find you a better blanket; that one wasn’t good enough. His second thought was that he should just throw himself down the stairs for thinking the first thought. 

When you didn’t stir, he wondered if maybe he should start knocking on the railing or calling up to you? It was his space but he had agreed to share so he’d just have to suck it up now and figure this shit out. Maybe include you.

He ended up going with clearing his throat. The lump moved but didn’t emerge. Daryl sighed and stepped closer. 

“Y/N?” 

Nothing. Maybe he should just leave the berries by the mattress, grab his clothes, and go take a shower. Carol might be ready to talk to him by that point. That was logical. 

Then you moved again. An arm emerged from the blanketed bundle, stretched slightly, and then rested outstretched over the edge of the mattress. He really should have left you alone, but curiosity killed the cat. What he was curious about? Couldn’t tell you. 

Once he was just beside where your hand hung, he lowered to sit cross-legged, the handkerchief of berries on his lap. His head tilted, finding that your face was actually hidden under your mess of hair and not the blanket. 

With courage he couldn’t explain the origin of, he reached out to start moving aside the disheveled strands. It was easier than it looked. He thought for a moment he might need a weed-whacker. He was quick to pull away once he could see you. 

He hadn’t seen you sleeping in the cell you had shared with Carol but he had that night by the fire. Your brow always drawn, hands fisted, your body always moving. You’d never seemed more at ease than now. Your face was slack with the slightest pout to your parted lips. No lines of pain or worry. No traces of fear. There was a stirring in his chest while he watched you. Yet another unfamiliar sensation that brought a scowl to his face. 

A noise from downstairs snapped him out of his trance, his head turning toward the sound. Laughter followed it. Not a threat. The archer released a breath and turned back to you, finding the noise hadn’t gained his attention alone. 

You were blinking sleep-hazy eyes at him, your hands coming up to rub at them as you sat up. Daryl’s heart was hammering behind his ribs, he assumed because he had just been staring at you like a creeper while you slept. He inwardly groaned. The previous contemplation of throwing himself down the stairs made another appealing appearance. 

His cheeks burned hot when he realized he had been staring at you yet again while he waged his mental war. He dropped his gaze immediately, able to see you draw your knees to your chest from the corner of his eye. When he dared to risk a glance, you had done the same as him: dropped your gaze with that submissive, fear-induced curling inward of your body. 

You were still trying to make yourself small. 

Annoyance was the initial response, a scoff braced to release before he caught himself. If he belittled you for the actions you had been hardwired to perform, how would you ever know how to act without fear around him or anyone else? 

Racking his brain for an idea, he looked around anxiously before his eyes settled on the handkerchief. Right. He remembered to keep his movements slow but not robotic. With the bundle in the palm of his hand, he unfolded the top and then placed it all on the mattress next to your foot. 

You were drawn to their presence immediately, staring at them for longer than he would have thought but he didn’t know the inner workings of your mind, so he waited you out. After enough time had passed that the archer considered he might need to remind you that they were indeed berries, your brow knitted and your eyes bravely found his. 

Daryl chewed on the inside of his cheek, giving a nod toward the fruit. Another uncomfortable few moments passed before you began to reach for them, watching him from the corner of your eye. 

You were waiting to see if he’d react. And he made the mistake of reaching for one at the same time. 

Your hand pulled back so quickly that you almost hit yourself. 

“Wait, no, I— fuck!” 

You flinched, bowing your head to seemingly wait for the inevitable. He knew because his first instinct was to tuck tail and run. He’d fucked this all up. He needed to go. But you didn’t move. Shit. You’d never had that option. If you had tried to run, god knows what those bastards would have done to you. 

Daryl dragged in a calming breath and forced himself to still. This was just as hard for you as it was for him but he’d had time and friends to help him sort through a great deal of his trauma. You were still on your first steps. And those assholes had knocked you back down on your ass. 

He reached for a berry, slowly, while your eyes tracked his hand from just above your knees. He knew there was a huge chance this would backfire but goddamn it, he was trying the only way he knew how. 

With a berry between his fingers, he made certain you could see his other hand reaching for you. He hated to be touched. There were few people he’d allow that close. He could count them on one hand. You had Carol but then— yeah, this could go very wrong. 

He let his fingertips rest against your arm first, unmoving. You were shaking beneath his touch, and he suddenly wanted to vomit but swallowed it down. When you didn’t scream or cry or pull away, he slid them down toward your hand, pausing again; gauging you for signs that he needed to stop. Your eyes were wide, your body was damn near vibrating but your breathing had remained stable and you weren’t crying. He took those as good signs. Hershel said you trusted him. Maybe he hadn’t fucked that up yet. You were here at your own request after all. 

Next, he carefully turned his hand and worked his fingers beneath yours, beginning to pull your arm toward him. He stopped with each hitch in your breathing, each whimper. He only needed you close enough to softly guide your hand to turn palm up, leaving his below it. 

Your hands were so small compared to his. 

With a deep breath of his own, he placed the berry from his other hand onto your palm and withdrew both of his, carefully placing them over his knees so you could see them. Then he did something he wasn’t sure would help but it made sense to him. 

He lowered his head, and let his gaze fall to the floor. 

You didn’t move for a moment but your mouth had fallen open. He could see you peripherally but made no move to look up. Essentially, showing you the same submission you continuously showed him. 

Your hand moved toward your mouth but hesitated. He stayed stock still, even with his subconscious screaming at him that this was completely out of his comfort zone. 

Finally, finally, you delicately placed the fruit between your lips, sighing happily when you began to chew. He moved slower than his patience was comfortable with, raising his head to arch an eyebrow at you. 

“Them’s the ones ya like, right?” 

You were back to staring, utterly still. He’d fucked up, hadn’t he? But before he could berate himself too much, you nodded slowly and reached for another berry. Instead of eating it, you leaned for your shorter arms to reach and took his hand, flipping it to place the fruit on his palm. 

Daryl snorted but popped the berry right into his mouth. And then the entire world came to a screeching halt. 

You smiled at him. 

It wasn’t the small upturn of your lips with the slight, shy bow of your head. It wasn’t the one that accompanied a laugh when you were with Carol. It was all of your teeth, your eyes squinted with the smallest of wrinkles in the corners. Your nose slightly scrunched. Beaming. Beautiful. 

And he needed a moment to find his breath. 

When the smile fell away and was replaced with concern, he realized he had been staring at you with a blank expression. His brain screamed Abort! Abort! but he refused. He was going to help you if it killed him. 

And it just might. 

He shook his head and pulled a face, not a grimace or a scowl, but one you wouldn’t discern as angry or annoyed. He reached for more berries and held his hand out for you to take some from him. When you did, he felt yet another strange feeling. A fluttering in his stomach that felt like the beginnings of anxiety but no, it was different. Not unpleasant. Just… weird. 

The two of you went about eating your snack quietly. Daryl even almost earned a giggle when he threw one in the air to catch in his mouth but it hit him in the eye before rolling off to the land of far, far away. He couldn’t even find it in himself to be annoyed. 

“Y’ever gon’ talk again?” He asked sometime later, posture relaxed as he leaned back against the railing. You shrugged a shoulder and then winced when you started to reposition yourself. His face fell. “Want me ta grab ya somethin’ fer tha’?”

You shook your head but your lightheartedness had diminished. Daryl found himself angry at the men all over again. 

“M’sorry I didn’ get there faster.” He stared at the hem of his shirt, pulling at a string while he allowed the guilt to begin washing over him anew. He had to keep it in check or he’d shut you out. He knew that but it wasn’t something he could shake off. You had been hurt— traumatized —and it was on him. 

Before he could spiral, a small hand came to rest over his. He was quick to look up but you didn’t flinch this time. You just watched him with your head tilted and the softest eyes he’d ever seen. He didn’t react at first, which had been the opening you had apparently wanted. Shuffling on your knees, you pulled his hand simultaneously. He sat up straighter just for your hand to leave his and your arms to wrap around his neck. 

He remained frozen to the spot, hands splayed in the air just above his lap. He hadn’t expected this, thus hadn’t prepared for it. Every out he could think of on the spot was quickly squashed by the fear of making you uncomfortable. But he was uncomfortable. 

When your arms tightened, he took a deep breath and brought up one trembling hand, winding his arm around you to place it on your back. That allowed you to move closer, just shy of being on his lap. When his other hand matched the first, he felt the tension begin to bleed out. It really wasn’t… that bad. Not from you. The memories that would normally flood the forefront of his mind remained secure, kept at bay by the feel of you. You offering him comfort. That was not how this was supposed to go. 

He kept telling himself that even as he lowered his face against your neck and held on tight. 

From the lower level, beyond the cells and close to the prison entrance, Carol could see the two of you. She tried so hard to hide her knowing smile while all but tiptoeing toward the block entrance. 

Yeah, she’d go get him for that talk later. There would definitely be a lot to discuss. 

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[underoospeterparker]

𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧

summary: you and jj have similar family situations, but you've never been able to tell him. but when you're left bruised and battered, he's the only person you can think to go to.

warnings: ABUSE, violence, description of cuts, bruises, black eyes, swearing, angsty but with comfort

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you clutched at your bruised and bleeding face, a black eye already forming and a cut completely covering your cheek.

it wasn’t the first time. it had been much worse before, but not as visible as it was this time. you’d guessed he was just too drunk to even care anymore.

you were limping, trying to get to the chateau. you were completely frightened at the idea of your dad being able to catch up with you, even though he was most likely still passed out on the couch.

climbing up the porch steps, you hesitated before opening the door. you didn’t want to your boyfriend to worry. after all, jj had faced much worse than this and he would still want to take care of you, just like you had him.

but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell anyone what was happening. you hoped nobody was home when you finally let yourself in, making your way to the bathroom.

“y/n?” jj’s voice called out from the living room. “is that you?” shit. he’d already heard you, and there was no way that you could hide this from him.

when you didn’t respond, he grew worried. “sweetheart?” he said again, his voice becoming closer.

as soon as your boyfriend saw you, he smiled, making his way over to you. he turned on the light and then his face fell in less than a second.

rushing to you, he gently cupped your face in his calloused hands, eyes hardening at you being hurt. “who did this?” he asked, a dangerous tone in his voice.

you pulled away reluctantly. “nobody, j.” you plastered a fake smile on your face. “just accidentally banged my head, you know.”

you winced as the lie came out. it was so unbelievable, and your boyfriend knew better.

he slowly guided you to the couch, helping you to sit down. “please, princess,” he murmured. “tell me.”

your eyes dropped to the floor, tearing up already. “my dad,” you whispered, forcing yourself to look at him.

you watched as the look in his eyes moved from questioning to understanding to rage. your tears finally slipped and he softened, tilting your chin up to look at you.

“i’m so sorry,” he said, thumbing away your tears as best as he could. and that was all he could say, really. he knew what it was like, and there were no words to describe the immense pain he knew you were going through right now.

so he just held you tightly to his chest, careful of your bruises, stroking your hair and murmuring that it was all going to be okay.

he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then unlinked your body from his to pull himself away.

you whimpered, nervously clutching at his arm. you thought he was leaving you, and realisation clicked in his eyes before he grabbed your hands. “i’m not going anywhere,” he promised. “just going to get john b's kit, okay?”

you nodded, and he reached for you to give you a kiss, comforting you without words.

he returned in a second, immediately taking his place next to you on the sofa. he first tended to your face, rage filling up within him every time you would groan or wince in pain.

he let you play with his hand, never once complaining about your nails leaving crescent moons on his palm. anything to help with the pain. if he could help take your pain away from you, he’d do it in a second.

“are you hurt anywhere else, sweetheart?” he asked softly, placing a bandage on the cut on your hand and then bringing it to his lips.

“yeah,” you mumbled. “stomach area, i think.”

his eyes held nothing but care and worry for you. he gently reached for the bottom of your shirt, murmuring a soft, “can i?”

you nodded, watching him flinch at the sight of the bruises littering your body. “fuck,” he said, forcing himself to meet your eyes. “how long has this been going on?”

you hesitated, and he lightly prodded you. giving up, you said, “couple months.”

you could see the pain in his eyes. “why didn’t you tell me?”

pausing slightly, you murmured, "guess i was scared." recognition dawned on his face and he had never related to you as much as he had in that moment.

"y'know i'd never hurt you," he said, but it was more like a question.

"i know," you responded, letting him patch you up. when he was finally done, he kissed every single one of your cuts and bruises, making you blush.

you buried your head into his chest, where you finally felt like you were safe. "your arms feel like home," you mumbled, drifting off to sleep already.

now it was his turn to blush, and he smiled at your sleepy comment. he murmured a soft, "i love you," before heading off to sleep himself.

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[domxmarvel]

Secrets part.2

Miles 42 x Female!Reader 

Even though you had gotten Miles to promise that he'd always come back to you,you still couldn't give up the thought of why he turned up like that almost every night. He turned up almost every night hurt and tired and you couldn't stop thinking about how and why. You knew you'd never get an answer out of him,if you wanted the truth you'd have to find it yourself. 

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It felt weird trailing your boyfriend like this,but if he wasn’t going to tell you this was your only option. For the last three days all you saw and thought was ‘Miles Miles and Miles’ and all throughout the three days he didn’t show up at your door,he wasn’t hurt and he didn’t do anything suspicious. Just as you were about to give up and go home after two hours of waiting outside his apartment. You saw him walk out in a completely different outfit,one that you’ve never seen before. All his attention was on the glove he was holding,it was glowing purple and looked like it had claws.

“You know how to work that thing?” Looking over towards the sound,you saw his uncle standing there,he looked relaxed. “Be careful and don’t let someone see your face”

“Don’t worry,I got this” He pressed something on his glove and a mask covered his face. You followed him until he stopped at some shady building,a few minutes later you followed behind him. Staying just far enough that he wouldn’t see you but close enough so you wouldn’t lose him. He started speeding up so you did the same,careful not to make too much noise. He rounded a corner and swiped a key card for some door,you rushed before it fully closed. You couldn’t see him,it was like he had vanished into thin air. You took a few steps before you heard a thump behind you and you were quickly pinned to the wall,his arm pushed against your throat. “Y/N,what the hell are you doing here?” He quickly let go of you,you caught your breath before speaking. 

“I should be asking you that”

“You need to get out of here,it’s dangerous”

“Miles,what’s going on?” He sighed. “And don’t lie to me,I’m sick of it. The lies and you constantly showing up hurt,always avoiding my questions. Miles I’m worried about you,I’m scared of something happening to you. I don’t want to lose you”

“Y/N” He hesitated,taking a deep breath “I'll tell you everything but you need to get out of here,it's dangerous” 

“Miles”

“I promise I'll tell you everything,no more lies” 

No more lies,but just cause you knew his secret doesn't mean he needed to know yours. In fact you were going to make sure he never found out,that you were his enemy. You would never let him know that you were the one who hurt him only to patch him up later when he showed up at your door. That the person you were angry at and never understood how they could hurt Miles,was you all along. 

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[cb97breathing]

THE WOLF KING - A BANG CHAN SERIES

PREVIOUS NEXT

CHAPTER TWO: BATHED IN MOONLIGHT

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab! Reader

Theme: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Fantasy AU, Werewolf!Chan, MDNI

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: Long before you were born the war between the kingdoms of humans and supernatural creatures began. No one ever knew the true cause of it, but humans were forbidden to ever enter the woods that bordered their lands. But you were never one to follow laws, you had always felt drawn to the beauty of the woods and never have you once felt in danger there. One day you come across a large black wolf watching you in the distance. It never approached you, but it watched you as you would lay against a tree in the sunlight and read your favorite books. From that moment on you would always see it, watching you. You felt as if it was protecting you. You would smile at it and never dare go near it. Little did you know, that the wolf who watched you carefully, was not just any wolf, but also a man, the man they called the wolf king.

A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work! Let me know if you wish to be on the tagged list.

You couldn’t believe how beautiful the castle was, inside and out. Everything around you looked so magical. It was so hard to describe. Chan explained to you how everything was powered by magic. It honestly left you in awe. When you walked into the great hall there were seven men waiting. A few you recognized because they had accompanied you. They all bowed to you and Chan. 

“You guys know you don’t have to do that with me.” He sighed. “You’re my brothers after all.” They looked up at them and smiled. One of the youngest kept staring at you for a moment with his brows furrowed and then they widened as if he had an epiphany. He rushed over to you with a big grin. 

“It’s you!” He breathed out. “I knew the second I saw you when Chan brought you out to the carriage that you looked familiar.” He gushed. Both you and Chan looked at him in confusion. He smiled widely. “You saved me, saved us.” He gestured to a few of the men behind you. “I remember it clear as day. You were so little but you stood up to all those poachers for us.”  Your eyes widened and you looked at the boy in shock. 

“Y-You’re….your one of the pups from that day.” You whispered softly. He nodded and smiled brightly, when the other boys realized as well they rushed over. Chan also looked at you with wide eyes, he had been told of the brave human girl who had saved them right after their parents were killed, he should have known it would be you. 

“I’m Jisung.” He said softly. “The other’s behind me are Felix and Jeongin.” He knelt down before you and bowed his head. “Thank you for saving us, I couldn’t be more happy that you’re becoming our queen and Luna.” You knelt down in front of him and tilted his head up. 

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to know you are alive and have grown up well. You also don’t have to do that with me.” You said softly. “If you are Chan’s family, then you are my family too. No need to call me your queen or your majesty. Just call me Y/n.” She looked at all seven of them softly. “That is if you are willing to have me.”  The blonde freckled one known as Felix didn’t hesitate to kneel down beside you both and pull you into a tight embrace. Your eyes widened at the action. 

“Welcome home Luna.” He said softly. His deep voice was soothing and you felt tears well in your eyes. Soon you felt more arms around you and saw each man was joining in the embrace. You looked up to see Chan watching fondly with a huge smile on his face. The sight made your heart swell as you melted into the warm and safe embrace of your new family. 

“We are so happy to have you here.” The long haired brunette said to you softly. “When Chan first told us of you, how happy he looked, we couldn’t wait to finally meet you.” You smiled softly. “I’m Hyunjin, and the three others are Changbin, Seungmin and Minho.” You looked around to see them all smiling wide. You couldn’t believe how you already felt so at home here. 

“Alright guys, I believe my queen needs to get some rest.” Chan said softly which earned whines from the younger boys. “You have all the time in the world to spend with her now that she’s finally with us.” You pulled away from the boys as they finally let you go and moved over to Chan who had his hand extended towards you. You took it without hesitation and he led you out of the hall. “There’s a place I want to show you before we rest. Is that okay?” He asked softly. You nodded and followed him. He led you out of the castle into a huge garden filled with beautiful flowers and fountains. Your eyes widened at the sight and you looked around in awe. There were so many different types of plants and flowers as well as herbs. 

“Is this it?” You asked softly. He looked at you and gave you a soft smirk. 

“Not yet my love.” He replied. His words make your heart flip. He reached the end of the garden and pushed down on the stone wall, opening a secret door. Your heart pounded as you continued to follow him, now in the woods outside of the castle. Before you was a beautiful waterfall and small lake, lit beautifully by the moon. Beautiful lights lit up the sky as they floated around it. “Those are fairies.” He whispered softly and your eyes widened. “I come here when I need time to myself. It’s calm and peaceful. The water is always warm and relaxing for the body.” He looked at you softly. “I felt after the long journey, we could take a swim and relax in here.”  Your eyes locked with his and a blush crept to your cheeks. “I won’t look, love, I’ll turn around and you can get in first.” You gulped and nodded. 

Once he turned around you could shakily begin to strip off your dress and undergarments, your heart was pounding as you felt the cool air come in contact with your skin. You slowly took a step in and widened at the water's temperature. He was right, it was very warm. You walked in and stopped once the water was up to your collarbone and looked back at him. 

“I’m in the water.” You said softly. He looked at you and smiled before he started to strip himself of his armor. You found yourself staring, though you had seen him pretty much naked before you did your best not to look. Soon he was standing with his upper body completely exposed. His chest was toned and perfect, no scar in sight from the injuries you had treated only weeks ago. His eyes locked with yours causing yours to widen as a deep blush crept on your cheeks. You turned away from him quickly and heard him laugh softly in response.  Your heart pounded as you heard him enter the water. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let yourself submerge for a few seconds under water to try and calm yourself down. When you came back to the surface you brushed your wet hair back. Your eyes opened and there he was, right before you, giving you a look that took your breath away. His hand reached out and cupped your cheek and you found yourself immediately melting into his touch. 

You were falling for the man in front of you. You were falling fast and hard. You barely knew anything about him and yet you couldn’t wait to finally be his queen and wife until the day you die. Your heart was pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. Your hands gently laid on his chest as he pressed his forehead to yours. You had to think of a way to distract yourself so you smirked up at him playfully and splashed water at him. He flinched as the water splashed on him and looked at you with a raised brow. You giggled softly and you moved away from him before splashing him again this time in the face. He let out gasp as he wiped away the water from his face and then looked at you with a mischievous grin.

“Oh I’m gonna get you my little pup.” He chuckled. Your eyes widened as he dove at you. A squeak left your lips as you dove under and swam away from him. Once you were nice and far away you surfaced quietly. Seeing his back was to you, you smirked and splashed him again from behind. He flinched and turned to you and let our a playful growl and splashed at you as you laughed in response. He dove at you again but this time you didn’t have a chance to react. He grabbed you by the waist as you squealed and blushed at the feeling of him touching your bare skin. He chuckled softly as he looked into your doe like eyes. Once again he was so close to you that it made your heart feel like it was going to burst out your chest.

“How do you feel, little pup?” He asked softly as his thumb brushed across your lips. You looked into his eyes and gave him a warm smile. 

“Like I’m in a dream.” You breathed out. “A perfect dream that I never want to wake up from.” He grinned at your words, his beautiful dimples showing as he did so. “All my life I felt like I didn’t belong anywhere, and then you found me. Even when I didn’t know who you were, just as a wolf, you were important to me. You were a friend, a protector, but now… now you’re so much more to me Chan.” You admitted softly. “I don’t care if it seems sudden, but I can’t see myself ever loving anyone but you.” His eyes locked with yours and he let out a shaky breath. “I believe I was born to be with you.” 

Chan didn’t waste a second, he pressed his lips to yours in a deep passionate kiss. You kissed back just as passionately as your arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled you closer by your waist until your bodies were flush against each other. The feeling made you shiver and blush as you both kissed each other until the moonlight. You broke the kiss and panted softly, needing a moment to breathe. He kept his forehead pressed to yours as his lips brushed over yours. 

“You are making it so difficult to wait, my love.” He whispered softly. “I want to make you mine so badly. I want to take you right here and watch as you moan and cry for me.” He nipped at your lips and you shuddered feeling that ache from earlier build up again between your legs. “I want it to be perfect for you.” You leaned in and kissed him feverishly. 

“I can’t wait any longer.” You whispered softly into his lips. “As long as it’s with you, it will be perfect no matter what and right now all I want is to be yours.” You heard him let out a deep growl and it only made your body shake with excitement. “Take me Chan.” You pleaded softly. He kissed you again and wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel his thick and long member rub against your swollen lips as he ground up into you. You let out a soft whimper and tangled your fingers into his hair. He kissed your neck as he carried you out of the water, he laid you down on top of his fur coat and took in your body bathed in a mixture of moonlight and fairy light. He spread your legs wide and took in your wet core. His eyes darkened, looking at it like something he was desperate to devour. 

“Chan please.” You begged softly, he dove quickly and soon you felt his tongue lick across your folds before teasing your hole. You gasped and arched as you gripped the fur beneath you. You felt his tongue slid inside you as his finger grazed against your sensitive little nub and you whined out his name. He growled against you and devoured your core like a starved man as his fingers rubbed at your clit rapidly. You trembled and cried out for him. Your cries only urging him to continue as his cock throbbed, needing to be inside of you. Soon his mouth and fingers switched and he sucked at your clit making you let out a loud cry. He slipped two fingers into you and stretched them out wanting to prep you for his cock. Soon he added a third and your eyes rolled back at the feeling. 

You looked down to see his dark lustful eyes watching you as he began to pump his fingers into you. It was as if they commanded you silently to keep looking at him as he worked you into a sobbing mess. You felt your stomach start to tighten and your core shrink around him. Having never felt something like this before you looked at him in fear.

“It’s okay my little pup. What you're about to feel is going to be nothing but absolute pleasure. Let go for me. Let go on my fingers.” His words triggered something in you and you felt a huge wave of ecstasy hit you. You cried out his name loudly as your legs began to shake violently. He watched you in awe as you became undone for him and laid limp against his furs. He groaned at the sight and kissed up your body. His fingers pulled out of you and began to rub your now extremely sensitive nub as he took one of your nipples into his mouth. 

Your fingers tangled into his hair and you pulled him up to kiss him desperately. Your moans and whines being muffled by his beautiful plump lips. You felt him line his cock against you and rub it along your folds. He pulled back and looked deep into your eyes. 

“Are you sure?” He asked softly as he used his free hand to caress your cheek. You whimpered and rocked your hips against his tip. 

“P-Please Chan. Please.” You begged softly as tears flew down your cheeks. You needed him, desperately. You were like a cat in heat who needed their mate. He kissed you deeply and slowly pushed his tip in. Your hands gripped his upper arms and you gasped into his mouth, giving his tongue access to slip in as he moaned loudly. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed in deeper, stretching wider the deeper he went. You whimpered at the dull pain you felt and he kissed your forehead gently. Soon he was completely inside you. He whimpered at the feeling of your warmth around him and buried his face in your neck. 

“You fit me so well my little pup. You were made just for me.” He groaned. You blushed at his words as you both stayed still, relishing in the feeling of finally becoming one. Once you felt more relaxed you found your hips rocking against him instinctively, begging for him to move. He held you close and kissed your neck as he rocked his hips slowly against you, each thrust was powerful and hit deep inside you. You clung to him for dear life as you whined out in delight. 

His whimpers and moans only excited you, as they made you aware of how good you were also making him feel. You tilted his head up and looked into his eyes lovingly as he slowly made love to you. You pressed your lips to his in a feverish kiss and his hold on you only tightened in reaction. “I love you.” You whispered softly into his lips and he whimpered loudly in response. 

“I love you Y/n, I will never stop loving you.” He breathed out as he pressed his forehead to yours. “My queen, my everything.” Your heart soared at his words and you kissed him, pouring all your love that you had for him into the kiss. Wanting him to know that he was your everything too. 

“Harder my king.” You begged softly and he growled in response. The way you used his title only made him more aroused. He raised your hips so he could move deeper as his thrusts became faster and rougher. His hips slammed into yours as he looked deep into your eyes.  

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed out. “You’ll be even more beautiful when your stomach is swollen and carrying my pups inside you.” He nipped at your lips and his words made you clench around him. His eyes rolled back at the feeling. “That’s it my little pup, I want you to let go again. Cum for me.” He slipped a hand between the both of you to rub your clit and you wailed in pleasure. You could feel your stomach and core begin to tighten as well as his member begin to throb. “Come with me my love.” He begged in a whimper and you couldn’t do anything but nod in response as his cock wrecked you as he pounded into you violently. 

Your eyes rolled back and you let out a silent scream as you came undone around him. He cried out loudly as your name left his lips repeatedly. His hot seed spilled inside of you as you shook violently beneath him. You laid there beneath him, dazed and exhausted. Your eyes struggled to keep open as you whimpered for him. He laid flush against you and buried his face in your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin. You both didn’t dare move as you clung to each other tightly, afraid to even let go of one another. You both finally became one underneath the moon and stars.

i can't think of a better way for them to have their first time together i -- *melts*

ALSO SURPRISE AGAIN, WASN'T GONNA POST THIS TIL TOMORROW FOR COMEBACK DAY BUT I'M TOO EXCITED. SN

Chapter three is already written and if you think this chapter was spicy. Hehehehehehehe >:)

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[nahoney22]

Hey! Hope you’re doing alright and hydrated ❤️ I have a request if possible…I’m a sucker for angst so was thinking how would any of the batch (your choice) would react dying in the way Aunt May died in Spider-Man NWH…like she was right for a second and then it just happened.

It’s ok if you don’t feel comfortable about it, Ty!

No Way Home - Readers Death

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

As the request says, boys reacting to your death like Aunt May’s in NWH

warnings: mentions of death of reader, swearing, blood, denial, major injury but not in detail, suuuuper angsty. ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN 🚂

authors note: very sorry for the delay nonny 💜

Echo

"That was a close call, too close," Echo breathes out, his voice laced with relief as he finds himself amidst the wreckage. You had just rescued him, albeit recklessly, but the danger had finally passed, and it was time to return back to the Marauder. What a mess.

"Tell me about it," you reply, forcing a short laugh despite the heaviness in your chest. As you approach Echo, you grow confused as his widened eyes catch your attention, as if he had witnessed something utterly horrifying. "Are you alright, Echo?"

He hesitates for a brief moment before rushing over to you, swiftly offering support as you suddenly collapse onto your knees. "Take it easy, cyare," he urges, his concern palpable. Confusion washes over you at the intensity of his worry.

"I'm fine, really. Just... need a moment to catch my breath, that's all."

Echo’s hand that was on your back comes forward and both of your hearts thunder at his crimson stained blood. “Is that yours?” You whisper, looking at his hand and tune up at him. But, his face said everything.

“We need to get you back to the Havoc. Now.” He had lost so much already, he couldn’t lose you.

“I’m fine Echo. I just need a second.” But your words were slow, laced with tiredness as your body starts to shut down. “Just a second.”

How many more seconds were you willing to give?

“I’m fine…. Aren’t I?” Your head tilts to the side as you look up at him, his eyes flooding with tears.

“Yes,” he rasps but his voice didn’t carry the strength of truth. “You’re going to be fine.”

“Just a few more seconds.”

And that’s all you could give him. He wanted a forever.

Hunter

Hunter caught a whiff of it before he saw it. At first glance, you appeared relatively unscathed, just a bit battered from the recent attack. As always, you mustered the strength to stand up and push forward. But the scent of blood hung in the air.

However, the moment you took a step forward, you stumbled, only to be caught by Hunter. "Tech, I need an immediate extraction. Track my location. Now," he urgently commanded, his words filled with anguish, leaving you perplexed.

"Why the extraction? I simply tripped, silly," you chuckled softly, your nose nuzzling against his—a familiar gesture between the two of you. But as you attempted to sit up, your body betrayed you, and you remained rooted to the ground. His gentle pressure on your side triggered a wave of panic. "Hunter, am I injured?"

"Yes," he replied softly, "but don't worry. Tech and the others will be here soon, okay? Just hold on."

"Why are you telling me to hold on? I'm fine. I feel fine!" you protested, emotions rushing over you, followed by a fit of coughing that caused you to cry out in a pained sob.

"Take it easy, my love, take it easy. You're going to be alright. I won't let you slip away. Never," he assured, his words filled with desperation.

Sadly, even his words couldn't save you.

He cradled you in his arms for what felt like hours, feeling helpless, lost, and consumed by anger. "Please, wake up," he whispered, gently stroking your cheek, his tears falling onto your skin. "Wake up."

Wrecker

"Are you alright, babe?" Wrecker rushes over to your side, forcefully kicking away the heavy debris that had engulfed both of you during the chaotic mission. It was just the two of you, both bewildered about what went wrong when the onslaught of rubble descended upon you.

Coughing, you nod while dusting off your eyes. "Y-yeah, I'm okay," you groan, joining Wrecker in removing the rubble that trapped your body. He assists you in standing, his arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you make your way towards the exit. But he abruptly halts as something warm trickles onto his glove.

Slowly, he withdraws his hand from you, desperately hoping it isn't what he fears. Unfortunately, it confirms his dread. "You, uh, you're bleeding quite a bit," he immediately informs you, flustered, as you stop and look at him, noticing the blood staining his glove.

"Oh," you manage to utter, but in that split second, you collapse to the ground. You believed you were fine, or at least you thought so, but witnessing the consequences of the mission on your own body triggers sudden pain.

"Fuck, are you okay?" Wrecker drops to his knees beside you, but it's too late. Just like that, you're gone.

"Baby?" he whispers, gently nudging your shoulder and placing his large hand over your cheek. "Hey, come on now. We have to keep going."

He's in denial. You can't be gone. It's simply inconceivable. The others hear him when he comms them, begging and crying and screaming your name. You left his life just as quickly as you fell into it.

Tech

With adrenaline still coursing through your veins after the attack, you and Tech find yourselves surrounded by rubble and debris. Despite the chaos, you can't help but chuckle at the mess when you meet up beside Tech. "Well, that was quite an eventful ride, huh?"

"Yes, but it shouldn't have happened. I'm uncertain about what went wrong," Tech muses, resting his chin on his hand in deep contemplation. However, you reassure him with a kiss on the cheek, conveying that worrying about it can wait and that it's best for both of you to make a quick exit.

But as you continue walking, a sudden surge of pain radiates from your stomach, causing you to clutch it tightly before collapsing to your knees with a thud. "Tech, I don't feel well," you manage to utter through the discomfort.

His face instantly fills with concern as he swiftly approaches you, crouching down to your level. "Let me quickly check your vital signs and see if we missed any injuries."

Tech retrieves his scanner and begins assessing you, but his heart feels like it's about to burst out of his chest, as if it's being stomped upon, when he sees the results. Your minds are hazy, too clouded to fully comprehend the situation, as he urgently speaks into his comm, likely calling for assistance.

His hands gently grasp your shoulders, guiding your head to face him, even though you struggle to rely on reading his lips. Yet, there's an undeniable sense of concern in his eyes.

"Tech, what's happening?" you whisper, your voice filled with both pain and confusion. Your eyelids grow heavy as an overwhelming wave of drowsiness begins to wash over you.

"You're injured. Quite severely, I'm afraid," he responds candidly, wrapping his arms around you as you nestle into his side. He does everything within his power to prevent any further damage from occurring.

"It's not that bad," you mutter, your head lolling against his shoulder. "I'm just a little sleepy. I need a moment or two."

"No," he shakes his head adamantly, his voice filled with urgency. "No, you must stay awake, my love. Okay?"

As your eyes close, you release a deep exhale. "Just a few minutes, okay? You can wake me up soon."

Tech's heartache intensifies as he witnesses the person he loves slipping away right in front of him. His lower lip quivers, his mind desperately searching for solutions, for any brilliant ideas that might help, but nothing seems to work. "Stay awake, my love. List all the stars, moons, and planets for me, like I taught you. You have to stay awake," he implores, his voice filled with desperation.

"I can't," you sigh dismissively, leaning into his chest. "I'm so tired."

"Please... please, don't leave me.”

Crosshair

"Why are you looking at me like that? Stop looking at me like that!" you exclaim, feeling uneasy under Crosshair's intense gaze. The mission had concluded, and you were both making your way out when he abruptly halted, fixated on your movements, as if witnessing a lifetime's worth of memories in an instant.

Confusion etches your face as you turn to him, repeating his name, but he remains motionless. It takes a shout from you to finally elicit a response.

"You're bleeding," he states firmly, dropping his rifle and stepping closer to you, causing your brows to furrow. You instinctively touch your head, finding a small trickle of blood.

"Well, of course I'm bleeding. A building just collapsed on us. It's just a scratch-" you begin, but he cuts you off.

"No," he interrupts, his tone resolute as he positions himself directly in front of you. He raises his wrist and speaks into his comm, urgently requesting an emergency evacuation.

"Crosshair, baby, I'm fine!" you protest, tugging on his wrist, urging him to keep moving. However, he remains steadfast, unmoving. Instead, a sudden wave of excruciating pain seizes you, causing you to cry out and clutch your side.

As you pull your hand back, your eyes widen in shock at the sight of crimson staining your palm. "W-what?"

Before you have a chance to collapse, Crosshair catches you in his arms. "Shh, it's okay. I've got you. The others are on their way."

"Crosshair, w-what happened? What's going on?" you panic, squirming in his grasp, only intensifying the pain.

The Marksman rarely experienced panic, but watching you in this state was unbearable. He felt utterly helpless, unable to do much except apply pressure to the bleeding wound. "Stay calm. It... it will be okay," he says, his voice wavering as he tries to reassure both you and himself.

"When can we go home?" you whisper, breaking the long, painful silence that had settled between you. He can't find the right words to say, so he simply holds you tightly, knowing that you're in shock and asking questions that may not make complete sense.

"Soon," he replies, his voice stiff, his lips lightly brushing against your forehead as he closes his eyes, feeling his heart shatter within him. "We'll go home soon."

Crosshair was never quite the same after you left for home.

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[ashton-is-bored]

Imagine

(I’m stealing the character from Maleficent because I can, teehee)

“They were an unlikely pair; a myth and a human.”

Johnnie loves scary and supernatural things, so when he found out about a supposedly “enchanted” forest, he was quick to pack a bag and take off.

At first, it seemed like nothing out of the ordinary. Just a forest with dead leaves, brush, and a few small animals here and there. That was, until Johnnie came to the realization that something or someone was watching him. Johnnie turned around and saw… nothing.

No one was there, just him and the dead leaves that littered the ground around him.

Confused, Johnnie continued walking, until he heard the sound of a branch snapping. He immediately stopped walking and turned around, bringing his guard up incase he was about to be attacked. “Who’s there?” Johnnie asked in a loud voice, it was obvious that he was scared of whatever was following him by the shakiness in his voice.

When he got no response, he asked again, but this time with a more serious tone. “Who is out there?”

There was a rush of wingbeats and the limbs of the trees were tossed, making Johnnie’s panic rise. When he looked ahead, he noticed a girl perched on one of the branches of the trees, but there was something off about the girl. She had two large black wings growing out of her back. The feathers looked soft as crushed velvet, and shone as they caught the light, making her look even more beautiful.

“Who… what… are you…?” Johnnie couldn’t even form a coherent sentence he was so confused and nervous.

The girl cocked her head to the side, a birdlike action that made butterflies beat their wings against Johnnie’s stomach. “What are you?” The girl asked.

“I asked you first.” Johnnie stated as he tried to hold his ground and not flip out at the obvious non-human entity in front of him.

The girl let out a small laugh, a bittersweet sound that fell smoothly from her lips. “I’m Y/N, I protect the Moors.”

Johnnie looked around confused, “The… Moors?”

The girl, now known as Y/N, nodded. “This forest is called the Moors. Many humans stay away from here because they think it’s dangerous. Why are you here?” She asked, her wings fluttering and stretching slightly to be more comfortable.

“I… I heard about this place from a friend and thought it’d be cool to explore. I’m sorry for intruding on your land, I’ll… I’ll leave…” Johnnie said nervously, turning around and getting ready to walk back to the entrance of the clearing that lead to the Moors.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, jumping from her perch and landing in the grass a few feet away from him. “You don’t have to leave…”

Johnnie turned back to the winged girl, “what do you mean?” He asked. What he didn’t know was that Y/N also had butterflies and was secretly enjoying all of his questions; she thought it was adorable how curious he was.

“I mean…” She hesitated before continuing, her face flushing slightly as she held out her hand to Johnnie. “I could show you the Moors if you’d let me. They really are a beautiful place.”

Johnnie smiled and nodded, taking Y/N’s hand and walking through the forest with her. As they walked, Johnnie noticed that one of Y/N’s great wings hovered over his shoulder as if to protect him. He felt his heartbeat pick up slightly at this action, no girl had ever treated him like this.

As time went on, Y/N and Johnnie grew increasingly closer. Johnnie would visit the Moors almost every day to see Y/N, who always brought him small crystals and shiny things she found on her patrols of the Moors. Johnnie would tell Y/N stories about the human world, which never failed to fascinate and delight her.

They were an unlikely pair; a myth and a human. Yet they both felt that when they were around each other, all was right in the world.

One evening, almost a year after their first encounter, Johnnie and Y/N were sitting on the riverbank of the Moors together. Y/N’s wings were relaxed behind her and her head was placed against his shoulder as Johnnie gently ran his fingertips across the soft feathers.

Johnnie leaned his cheek against the top of Y/N’s head. They sat in a comfortable silence, the river rushing in front of them and the sound of the trees gently swaying in the breeze created a serene atmosphere, as if the only beings in that moment were the two of them.

“The Moors always felt like a lonely place before you showed up.” Y/N said, her voice was always soft like satin.

Johnnie pressed a soft kiss to her head, “I never expected to meet you, but ever since you came into my life, I can’t get you out of my head.”

Y/N wrapped her wing around Johnnie, something she’d done ever since she gotten comfortable with him, and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder in an affectionate gesture.

“Johnnie, I… I don’t know how to say this, but…” Y/N seemed conflicted, she was trying to explain her feelings, but even she didn’t understand them.

Johnnie cracked a small smile and lifted Y/N’s chin with his thumb and forefinger. He brought his face down to hers, but hesitated. Did he really want this? Did Y/N want this, or would she hate him afterwards?

His thoughts were erased when Y/N leaned forward and pressed her lips against his in a soft, warm kiss. Johnnie’s lips were soft, and the cold of his piercings made things even better. Y/N’s lips felt like velvety pillows against his, the way they were parted slightly made Johnnie’s face flush.

When they pulled away, Johnnie rested his forehead against Y/N’s. Her wings wrapped around him and their hand’s interlaced with each other. “We are an unlikely couple, aren’t we?” Johnnie asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

“The stranger the better.” Y/N whispered against his lips.

The two knew that they’d be judged anywhere else, but in this moment, they didn’t care. Y/N and Johnnie had each other, and that’s all that mattered.

~THE END~

IK the ending could’ve been better, but I’m so tired rn. I might change it later, but idk. Sorry!

#johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader #imagine #i’m fucking tired