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Blood of the Hero Ch 14 (Link's Parents Play BotW)

Summary: The Soul of the Hero will always be there to save Hyrule. But when Calamity Ganon is nearly victorious in killing him, it's those that bear the Blood of the Hero who will prevail. Ten years after the Great Calamity, the Shrine of Resurrection is damaged and Link's parents fight to save their son and Hyrule along with him.

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Ch 14: Fallen Knight - Carnage

Abel hadn’t slept. The night crawled agonizingly along, leaving the former knight tossing and turning. Tilieth rested peacefully in the grass beside him, the tattered, half rotted wooden stall protected them from the mild drizzle. He stared between wood planks, eyes tracing the etches of jagged edges, noticing scorch marks from when the place burned.

When it was destroyed. In the Calamity.

It was stupid, really, how much it was sinking in lately. It wasn’t like Abel hadn’t been a firsthand witness to it. But lately… everything seemed to be wrong, and it drilled into his head. Perhaps it was the thought of separating from Tilieth, the idea that once they reached the Gerudo Desert he would continue on without his family in search of solutions. The anxiety and dread of it made him sick to his stomach.

You had promised, all those years ago, to protect your family. You swore in your knighting that you would protect Hyrule.

Yet here he was, lying in dirt, shivering in the chilly night, protected by the bones of what used to be one of the most vibrant stables in the country. Here he was, with his wife starving and shivering beside him, broken and terrified and alone. Here he was, his daughter dead, his son near to it, the latter’s state being entirely his fault.

He’d separated from the boy. He’d told him to take the princess to Fort Hateno. He’d promised to be there.

He’d been unable to protect the king. Link was the only one who managed to keep the princess safe when Abel was unable to do so.

His daughter was dead.

Abel’s entire life was flashing before his eyes. His mother died of grief over the loss of his father (why wasn’t I good enough? Why weren’t my sisters and I good enough for her to stay?). His younger sister never listened to him, had said he wasn’t their father, had accused him of pretending to know more than he did (she was right). His twin sister had settled in Castle Town, had been there when it had burned (I never even looked for a body, did I? Goddess, I didn’t even look for a body—) He had been given the highest honor by becoming a knight in the royal guard, had served as the captain, a trusted protector of the king and yet he’d been unable to do his duty (the ceiling had collapsed, I tried to protect him, I tried!). He’d sworn to take care of his family, to be there as a father, and—

Abel sat up, filled with energy, chest aching, blood racing. He stood, walking to the river, wanting to run, to fight something, to scream.

He stared up at the sky, breaths rapid and shallow, and asked, Farore, why did you make me? Why did you make me??

What was he even here for, if not to repeatedly screw everything up?! Even when Link had been given a fighting chance, Abel’s stupidity had ruined it - if it hadn’t been for him disturbing that hinox, this wouldn’t even be an issue! Link would still be safe in the Shrine of Resurrection, and—

Why did you make me?! What was the purpose?! I do nothing but cause problems, I can’t get it right, I can never get it right!

It was sacrilegious to even contemplate what thought came next, but Abel already knew he was a worthless, faithless fool anyway.

You made a mistake when you made me.

The drizzle continued to fall, slowly soaking him to his core. It was a splash of reality as he shivered and fell to his knees, a cold consolation in an empty world.

Wallowing in self pity won’t help them, he reminded himself. Slowly, he dragged himself back to the stall, trying to push the intrusive thoughts out, trying to ignore the berating. He was so damn tired.

The next day brought a heavy rainfall, and though the couple would have preferred to wait it out, anxieties drove them both forward. They didn’t dare bathe in the river – it was far too close to Central Hyrule for either of their liking. Instead, they barely ate breakfast, woke Link to drink some broth, and hastily made their way back to Kakariko.

As they passed through the half-barren marsh, the tower for Lanayru teased them with its proximity. Tilieth glanced at Abel with a shrug. “It’s practically on the way. We might as well activate it; maybe it could give us some helpful information.”

Abel doubted that was the case, but he didn’t argue; he himself had suggested going to the tower as a distraction yesterday. The pair cantered across the marsh, signs of life catching Abel’s eye as they went along. The marsh was slowly coming back, the rain bringing life as puddles formed amidst the mud and debris. Pieces of guardians were slowly washed away, and much more had probably already been removed over the last decade. He tried to take comfort in that.

When the pair reached the beach, Abel saw that the tower was on the other side, which was mildly problematic. This was becoming more involved than he wished it to be, but they were too far invested in it to turn back now.

Tilieth offered to cross, but Abel didn’t trust that the other side would be safe. He’d already surveyed the beach they were on and didn’t see any threats, so he asked her to stay behind instead, taking the slate and utilizing its runes to get across with little effort on his part. Meanwhile, Tilieth bathed herself and Link.

Abel hadn’t expected to find a person on the other side of the beach.

They both stood there in the sand for a moment, frozen in time. Abel felt his body stiffen, electricity firing through his muscles. The Hylian looked equally on edge, skin and bones, dark circles under his eyes, clothes ill fitting and half rotted off him. He jerked his body, reaching for something in an instant.

Abel grabbed his bow and arrow and shot true.

The Hylian grunted as the arrow sank into his chest, his sword that had been half drawn collapsing into the sand beside him. Abel remained motionless for a moment, his mind catching up to what his body had just done. The Hylian let out a gurgling breath and then grew still.

Abel released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and slowly lowered his arms.

The world was silent, save for water lapping on the shore. Abel couldn’t hear it. He couldn’t hear anything.

Swallowing, the former knight hesitantly walked towards the fallen Hylian. When he saw lifeless eyes staring off at nothing, he finally put his bow away.

The world came crashing back down on him an instant.

You just killed a man.

Well, he was clearly going to attack first!

You’re a knight. Your job is to defend the people of Hyrule. And you just killed one.

This wasn’t the first time he’d killed someone. It was ridiculous to let it bother him. Besides, he wasn’t a knight anymore.

At least check him for supplies.

Abel recoiled at the thought. He wasn’t going to defile the dead like that. He refused.

Taking a shaky step away, he started to head towards the Sheikah tower as if nothing had happened.

A gasp sounded, and Abel whirled, reaching for his bow and arrows yet again. He readied himself, but caught sight of a woman, a young Zora female who was watching him in horror.

“P-please!” She hastily said as she raised her hands. “I’m not even a warrior, I don’t mean any harm! I—I just came down here to find some fish, I—I promise I’m n-not a threat!”

Abel took in the sight of the Zora, memories flooding his mind of his time he’d spent in the Domain with Link. He recalled their princess, and his chest ached at the loss. The girl had been sweet and a strong warrior. She had also been the best healer in the kingdom.

Nevertheless, he didn’t lower his bow.

“P-please,” the Zora begged, beginning to cry. “I—you c-can even have my catch of the m-morning. I b-bet you’re hungry, right? You look it. Just—just please don’t hurt me.”

Abel’s gaze flicked across the river. He could vaguely see Tilieth and Link from here. If the Zora turned around and caught sight of them…

Abel. Stop. She even said she wasn’t a fighter.

Abel took another shaky breath, the adrenaline still fresh from his previous kill, paranoia heightened by the threat, blood rushing through his ears, deafening him to the rest of the world, silencing the woman’s whimpers. What difference did that make? The world had ended. Everyone was a fighter now.

“I-I’m—I’m just g-gonna put the fish down now, okay?” The Zora said shakily, hiccuping through her words, hands still held in the air. She carefully moved to reach for a net she’d been carrying, easing it to the ground.

Abel took a threatening step closer, arrow still fixed on her head, but he didn’t release it. The Zora practically scampered into the water, hands held high again as she told him over and over she wasn’t a threat, that she wasn’t going to hurt him. When she was half submerged into the water, he narrowed his eyes, motioning upstream with his head. The woman caught his meaning and quickly fled.

As he lowered his bow, Abel grew dizzy. He stumbled forward, picking up the net of fish, and slung it over his shoulder. The balance and the way the world spun made him nearly collapse into the sand, his stomach churning. He blinked once, twice, thrice to clear his head, shaking it so he could actually hear the world again, but it was still just his heart pounding.

A chirp caught his attention next, nearly making him draw his sword, when he realized it was the slate.

A shrine was nearby?

Focusing, Abel shook his head one last time, following the slate’s guidance until he neared the entrance to the Zora trail that led to the Domain. It was blocked by fallen rocks, a piece of half decayed guardian machinery squashed underneath. The shrine was just off to the left, uphill a ways.

How could he possibly bring Link over here after what had just happened? He needed to get back, to check on Tilieth! He’d just wandered off, they were out of sight now!

But the tower was right there too. He could see everything from the tower, including threats.

The area was clearly too dangerous, though. But he’d ensured there were no monsters on the other side before leaving his family.

But the threats over here hadn’t been monsters. What if there were Zora near his family?

Abel took another shaky breath, rushing back to the beach. He could still see Tilieth, who waved cheerily at him, clearly having completely missed everything that had transpired. She looked to be dressed now, sitting on the shore with Link.

Abel heard the water lapping. He heard the flapping of bird wings, the trickle as the rain settled into a lazy sprinkling. The world came back, and he tried to take a full breath.

The tower. Just get to the tower.

Thankfully it wasn’t hard to actually reach the tower. He had to rush across the bridge and scale the cliffside, but there were very few monsters around. He picked off a few lizalfos, a moblin, and a handful of bokoblins before reaching the top.

From the top of the tower, once activated, Abel could see a good portion of the region. Zora’s Domain was just beyond his range of vision, hidden in sparkling mountains laden with luminous stones. He remembered the festivals, the nights where those cliffs would practically glow. He remembered the giggles of children as Link played with his friends.

Looking away, Abel pushed at his pant legs, which had ridden up a little since they’d shortened in length from fraying over the years, and tucked them back into his boots. He squinted at the river, catching sight of Tilieth and Link, who were still relaxing on the beach. He couldn’t see any other shrines aside from the one he’d found. He wasn’t sure if that should make him feel better or worse.

Sighing, Abel grabbed the paraglider, took a deep breath, and jumped. He wondered, for the instant before his feet left the tower, if he was beginning to overcome his fear of heights. As soon as the sensation of weightlessness hit, as soon as he was in the air, he felt the bottom drop out of his stomach as an unpleasant reminder that was not, in fact, the case. The adrenaline still lingering in his system, paired with the vertigo he felt at gliding through the air this high up, nearly made him let go of the paraglider entirely. Abel squeezed his eyes closed for a moment, and then shifted his weight, tilting the glider to aim for the beach across the water. Dully, he grumbled internally that he hadn’t always been this afraid of heights, and that it was a terrible time for it to manifest so badly.

Despite not wanting to look down, Abel managed to make it across the river, but his knees gave out the instant his feet touched the sand, and he face planted. He heard Tilieth call out to him and rush over, and he slowly pushed himself up, spitting out sand.

“Are you okay?” his wife asked, dropping down beside him.

Abel swallowed, not entirely capable of speaking, and nodded with a grunt. He sat on his legs for a moment, catching his breath, and then managed to say hoarsely, “There’s a shrine over there.”

“Oh! Really? Let me see.” Tilieth reached forward, taking the slate off Abel’s hip and glancing at it. The new information provided by the tower allowed her to survey the area, and she quickly found the shrine that was marked on it. “Oh, that’s not far at all! We can cross right here—”

“No,” Abel interrupted, remembering the body. He probably should have done something with it. Buried it? He should bury it, right? Show respect for the dead?

They didn’t have time for that.

“We’ll cross further upstream,” he finally muttered.

“Upstream…” Tilieth repeated as she peered at the map before gasping. “We’re close to the Zora!”

Abel spat out some more sand, rubbing his face. “Yes. And?”

“Sheik had said something about the Zora being hostile,” Tilieth said uncertainly, lowering the slate. “Why, though? They were allies to Hyrule. And… after all the effort you and that delegation put in…and the… the princess…”

Hostile? That woman he’d encountered hadn’t been. But what if she’d told her people, and they were coming here now?

After all the effort you and that delegation put in…

Abel bit back the bitterness of yet another failure, the pain and loss of the sweet princess who had been such dear friends with his son.

The point was that apparently the Zora were enemies now.

“We need to move quickly,” he surmised, finally standing and heading towards Link. “Start working on the pillars, please.”

Tilieth nodded, walking towards the water. The family made their way across as quickly as was feasible before Abel directed them towards the shrine.

However, once they entered, they did not receive the usual greeting.

“In the name of the Goddess Hylia, I offer this combat trial.”

“A combat trial?” Tilieth repeated worriedly.

Abel smiled, remembering the tutorial trial in Kakariko. Honestly, he was a little eager to get some energy out. He carefully lowered Link to the ground and headed into the large room. He figured he would test out the guardian weapon he’d taken from the last combat trial, alongside the Sheikah shield.

The tiny guardian was surprisingly easy to defeat. It telegraphed its moves so easily it was almost laughable. Abel was again, bitterly, reminded that these things had be designed to aid the people of Hyrule and its Hero. This little machine was here to train Link.

Instead, his boy was covered in wounds from its larger counterparts, near comatose and helpless.

Abel shook his head, finishing off the little guardian and trying to focus. He’d been far too morose lately. He had a mission to complete.

Goddess, he’d kill for some sleep, though.

The expression hitched in his mind, and he shook his head again. He turned and waved to Tilieth, signaling the all clear, before belatedly remembering he should go back to carry Link. Til, however, tried to carry the boy herself, dragging her feet into the arena while huffing and puffing a little.

Abel took pity on his wife, heart warmed at her attempt, and walked over to her. “Let me carry him, love.”

“No, I’ve got this,” Tilieth argued through a strained voice. “I have to be able to do this.”

I have to be able to do this if you’re going to leave me, was the unspoken sentiment. Abel felt his stomach crawl. He followed his wife silently, worries eating him alive. The couple retrieved a knight’s bow (how long had this been down here? Why was it designed similarly to their bows from ten years ago? Wasn’t this shrine ancient? Who else had accessed it, anyway? Why were there so many modern trinkets hidden down here?) and Link received the spirit orb, and they were transported outside.

Naturally, it was pouring. Abel shivered and quickly took Link in his arms to give Tilieth a break. He noticed the boy had little braids in his hair now, along the sides, before it was pulled back into the usual ponytail he wore. He supposed Tilieth had been enjoying herself on the beach. Link scrunched his face against the rain, clearly uncomfortable with the cold, and Abel looked around quickly to ascertain if it was wise to use the shrine for shelter until the rain let up.

Tilieth took the opportunity to look at the map. “I guess the best way to get to the desert would be going back through Kakariko? We could get one last respite in before the journey begins.”

Technically, the best path would be taking the road to the Riverside Stable, but that required going into Central Hyrule, which was out of the question. Not to mention the bridge leading there from the Wetlands Stable was destroyed, anyway.

No, Tilieth was right. The surest path was back through Kakariko.

“Let’s go,” he said quietly, carefully sliding down slick stone with Link in his arms. He didn’t want to linger.

When they reached the water, Tilieth hastened forward, grabbing Abel by the arm and shushing him. Abel looked at her, alarmed, wondering what she’d seen, watching as she crept forward. When he followed her line of sight, though, he saw some ducks waddling ahead on the shore.

“Really?” he whispered. “Right now? We’re about to go back into town, we don’t need to hunt.”

“Oh, I’m not hunting them, I just want to watch them,” Tilieth said lightly, a sweet smile pulling at her lips.

Abel bit back an exasperated reply. He’d already snapped at her yesterday. He wasn’t going to do it again. But they needed to move. He kept his mouth shut, watching his wife creep forward before talking briefly to the ducks, who quacked in response, eliciting giggles from Til. He tried to enjoy watching it. He really did.

“Til,” he finally said, unable to bear it any longer. “Link’s going to get cold.”

This snapped her out of her distraction, and Tilieth apologized worriedly as she started to create ice pillars. Abel let her place the harness on him before he positioned Link and strapped him in. The couple slid across the river, occasionally nearly toppling over with as slippery as it was, but they managed to make it to the beach and their horses. Abel thought they were finally in the clear when something else seemed to catch Tilieth’s eye (after she’d already snagged some dragonflies), and she pulled Epona in circles. Abel let Ama slow to a halt, watching his wife aimlessly ride in a dizzying pattern. At least the rain had stopped, but…

“What are you doing?” he asked, bewildered.

“There’s—there’s this—oh, I almost had it!” Tilieth huffed, pushing Epona to move faster and reaching down until she was halfway off the saddle. His wife was a good rider, so he wasn’t particularly concerned, but her behavior still made no sense. Link sneezed, distracting Abel, who tried to remember if they’d fed the boy or not (they did, right? They had to, right?), and he jostled the teenager and coaxed him to drink some broth while Tilieth still rode in a circle.

“Til—”

“I know, I’ll be quick!”

“Til, this is ridiculous, what are you even doing?”

“There’s a light!”

“There’s literally nothing.”

Til huffed, jumping off Epona entirely, making Abel tense up, and she pounced on something. “Got you!”

Abel stared as his wife, breathless, laughed giddily and reached out her hand and said thank you and then rose, looking triumphant.

Scrunching his nose, he surmised, “This is another one of those koroks, isn’t it?”

Tilieth nodded, cheeks flushed with cheer. Abel had to smile at her in reply, even though he felt that familiar helplessness. Not that he cared about collecting seeds, but it seemed in this avenue he was fairly useless. What if these magical creatures could help them somehow, and he was making himself a liability by not being able to see them? Why could Tilieth see them?

Sighing, Abel nudged Ama with his legs. “All finished?”

“Yes,” Tilieth said, satisfied, as she climbed back into Epona’s saddle. “Let’s get to the village. We should be able to get there by midafternoon, right?”

“Correct.”

At least, that would have been the plan, except Tilieth wanted to pick some herbs, and the slate started chirping that another shrine was nearby, leading them to a little sandbar with a shrine innocently sitting at its center. Abel stared, bemused, wondering if they’d somehow missed this one, as they had to have passed it, right?

No matter. Another shrine was another shrine. At least this one was close to the village.

“Ah, the soil is so fertile here,” Tilieth noted, and Abel had to agree as he nearly sank ankle deep into the earth. A few chus led to enough damage to the guardian blade that the ancient relic shattered, and Abel irritably switched weapons, grumbling about faulty Sheikah tech as he did so.

The shrine was fairly straightforward, leaping across driftwood to make it to the other side. The final part involved destroying bomb barrels at the right time to eliminate a wall (Abel did have to wonder at the efficacy of such a thing as the bombs were floating in the water, but he supposed they would find out). Tilieth found great pleasure in retrieving every treasure chest she could find, though, according to her, none could beat the one that contained the headband Abel wore.

“It’s too bad there aren’t more clothes,” she commented as Abel aimed at the barrels with a fire arrow. “Or at least materials to make some. Your clothes are a little tattered.”

Abel paused, glancing down at his attire. He wore what his wife had managed to patch together from fabric and clothes they’d found on the plateau, fashioning a warm doublet. The trousers he wore used to nearly fit him perfectly, but time and use had made them threadbare, riding up to nearly midway up his calf. His wife, on the other hand, wore an oversized green tunic that was practically a dress that went to her knees with a white undershirt, and the trousers she wore were made from the tattered remains of her dress she’d been wearing the day of the Calamity. Honestly, they both could use some new clothes, Abel supposed. He was at least grateful Tilieth had made some for Link. The boy was warmer and more protected in the Hylian tunic she’d fashioned. If only they could get the boy some shoes…

Tilieth built ice columns for them to stand on so Abel could aim better, but after three tries of missing lifting the barrels out of the water at the right time, his wife was clearly growing frustrated.

“Here,” Abel suggested gently, holding out his hand. “You’re a decent shot. I’ll make the column, you fire the arrow.”

Tilieth bit her lip uncertainly and then nodded. When Abel successfully timed the ice column, leaving the bomb barrel innocently waiting at its peak, Tilieth fired true with a fire arrow.

Link flinched at the ensuing explosion, sniffling, blinking his eyes open, but he settled back to sleep quickly.

“How did you get it?” Tilieth asked, obviously a little annoyed.

Abel smiled. “Because I’m more patient than you.”

His wife rolled her eyes exasperatedly, and the pair acquired the spirit orb. As they exited, Abel saw a familiar sight – the Riverside Stable, its framework splintering up towards the sky. That was definitely the stable he’d seen on their way to the Dueling Peaks. They’d… gotten a little off track with this other shrine.

“Which way back to Kakariko?” Tilieth questioned a little confusedly before gasping. “Abel, there’s another shrine over there!”

Abel glanced up at the sky. The sun was still high. They had time. “Let’s go.”

Surprisingly, Eagus Bridge was somehow still intact, though most of the protective siding was gone. But Abel realized something, almost too late, horribly, and he immediately blocked Tilieth’s path as they neared the next bridge.

“What?” Tilieth asked.

“This leads to Central Hyrule. The Riverside Stable is in Central Hyrule.” Abel emphasized. “We’re not going there.”

Tilieth looked torn, but also very clearly petrified.

Abel motioned with his head. “We need to get to the village.”

He was not risking his family for this. He would come later, without them, to ensure it was safe. Not that he was going to tell Tilieth that.

The smell of smoke scorched his nostrils, burned his lungs—

Abel shook his head, ridding himself of the memory, the sensation. He guided Epona and Ama ahead, holding Link more tightly.

The couple moved in silence, interrupted only by the rhythmic clomping of their steeds’ hooves. Thankfully it was an uneventful trek back to Kakariko. Their arrival caught everyone's attention, and Lady Impa moved towards them quickly.

“Any luck with the shrines?” she asked. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine,” Tilieth assured her with a smile. “We just need to pass through again to head for the—”

“Next destination,” Abel interrupted. He… didn’t want anyone to know where they were going. Not even the princess’ royal advisor. “We’ll stay here tonight. If that’s fine with you.”

“Of course,” Lady Impa acknowledged, her tone implying that it was obvious. Abel felt a little guilty at it, at her hesitancy and uncertainty as she looked at him. He’d never interacted with the woman much in the past, but a little voice in his mind did whisper that they were all on the same side. It sounded annoyingly like Tilieth.

Abel gently lowered Link from Ama, letting Tilieth take him and hobble over to a nearby cooking pot. He glanced towards the mountain pass once more.

He’d wait until nightfall to explore. The less fuss, the better.

Tilieth’s off-tune humming filled the air, making the former knight smile. His wife rocked back and forth where she sat, taking Link with her as he was settled on her lap. Abel took comfort in the gentle, warm cheer, watching as Tilieth started to chat aimlessly with the Sheikah chief.

“Where’s Sheik?” Tilieth asked. “I saw nearly everyone else. Oh, and how’s the little one and her mother? Mellie and Jummo, right?”

“They’re both doing great,” Lady Impa answered happily. “The plum trees we planted seem to be surviving too. This rain is certainly helping. As for Sheik, she left around the same time you two did.”

“Where did she go?”

“She’s… on a pilgrimage. She’s visiting all the sacred springs that Princess Zelda visited.”

Abel tuned out the rest of the conversation, simply watching Tilieth and Link. He sat on the stairs to the inn, leaning against a crate and feeling himself nod off. He supposed not sleeping was catching up to him. He shook his head to try and stay awake – he had to investigate Central Hyrule tonight, after all.

“Honey? You okay?”

Abel blinked again, and—when had the sun set so much? When had Tilieth moved to stand in front of him?

“Oh, Abel,” Tilieth said softly, placing a hand on his cheek. He reached up, letting his hand rest over hers to reassure her, eyes searching for Link as he confusedly tried to piece together what had just happened. “Honey, why don’t you get some sleep?”

Sleep? No, not yet. He’d just slept a little anyway, right? Time had passed.

“’m alright,” he slurred, not sounding convincing in the slightest. Damn it.

Tilieth’s eyes grew glassy with worry and unshed tears, and Abel felt even worse for it. Damn it.

Reaching forward, he pulled her close, letting her sit on his lap a moment as they held each other, and he kissed her just under her eyes, catching the tears as they fell. “I’m okay, love. I promise.”

Tilieth trembled in his arms, sniffling. “Abel, I just… it’s okay. Please, just rest. I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, holding her more tightly, willing all of his love and assurance into it. Please don’t worry. She had enough to worry about. He’d caused his wife enough problems lately. “I promise I’ll sleep later tonight, okay? I just… want to pray at the statue before bed.”

Tilieth perked up, and her expression was hard to read. His wife was naturally far more trusting than him, so he hoped the lie would work (and oh how he despised having to lie to her, but she’d never let him go if he said what he was planning on doing). However, Tilieth was not a fool – she knew Abel didn’t really pray anymore. Perhaps, once in a while, in the middle of the night, in desperation or loneliness, Abel would wander to the Temple of Time before this new journey had begun, but it had been rare.

It was hard to believe in the love of goddesses who would allow this to happen, after all.

His wife watched him silently, her brown eyes piercing into him in a way that reminded him of Link, searching for answers unspoken. Abel broke the spell, though, by leaning in and kissing her on the forehead, brushing curls away from her face.

That night, he ate in silence. He didn’t dare speak, he didn’t dare try to reassure her any more, he didn’t wish to lie any further. Tilieth seemed to gain some of her earlier cheer back as she woke Link to feed him, as she cleaned him and tucked him in. Abel watched the pair, heart heavy, wondering if this was a mistake.

What if… what if he failed again? What if he got himself killed out there, in that goddess forsaken land? What if there were guardians out there as there had been ten years ago?

What would he find? What if he didn’t return?

What would happen to his family?

You’re being paranoid. There was no way Central Hyrule was that dangerous, or Lady Impa would have warned them about it. Right? Besides, Blatchery Plain was riddled with guardians and they were all harmless. So it had to be fine. Right?

Right?

There was a shrine there, though. He had to try.

For Link.

Abel watched Tilieth settle into the bed beside Link, leaving space for him to join her. He went outside, heading for the goddess statue.

Hylia smiled serenely at him. Abel stared darkly back.

He didn’t pray. He couldn’t. Even if he recognized the gift that Epona was, the miracle that Link was actually improving, he couldn’t pray. How could he, after what he’d done today?

How could he, after all his failures? He blamed Hylia for the destruction of Hyrule, but he hadn’t done any better to protect it.

He’d killed a man today.

Could he have avoided it?

It didn’t matter. Whether he could’ve avoided it or not, it didn’t matter. That person would never be a threat again.

But what if he was just scared? What if you could’ve talked him down, as you had with those siblings at Proxim Bridge?

Am I a murderer?

He supposed he didn’t deserve to pray. He wasn’t a knight; he wasn’t even a good man anymore. He was just a survivor. And he would do anything to protect his family.

Besides, that Hylian had clearly been starving. He’d likely been desperate and would’ve been willing to do anything too. He’d been a threat.

Abel still didn’t think he was a good man anymore, though. He wasn’t sure he’d been one since the Calamity.

He didn’t need to be a good man. Just a good fighter.

Hylia smiled serenely at him. Abel turned away.

He paused as he passed the inn. Almost went inside to see his wife and his son. But then he kept going. He didn’t want to risk catching Tilieth’s attention. Quietly, he guided Ama out of the village before mounting her and riding into the night.

A keese or two tried to interfere as he rode, but he eliminated them easily.

Eagus Bridge seemed infinitely more foreboding as he crossed it now. Horwell Bridge even more so.

Ama’s hoofs tapped rhythmically, a familiar, comforting cadence to the pounding in his heart. His skin felt cold, the hair on the back of his neck prickling. Was he being watched? He didn’t hear the sound of the earth tearing under clawed metal feet, he didn’t hear the claps of thunder that followed the firing of lasers, he didn’t hear the ticking as the mechanical monsters prepared to destroy whatever was in their path.

His heart raced even faster. Ama nickered nervously, picking up on his energy, pausing at the edge of the bridge.

Central Hyrule stood before him.

It was hard to really see it with as dark as it was. The moon was crescent tonight, barely spilling any of its blessed light. Abel’s eyes were wide, desperate to take in every piece of information he possibly could. The wind blew innocently, bringing the scent of soil and water.

No flowers. No leaves. No trees. Dirt was carried in the breeze, loose, eroding, barren.

It was all barren.

Abel carefully bade Ama forward, and as her hooves crunched into the soil, he felt his body tense further.

What little light was available from the moon vanished, hidden behind clouds heavy laden with rain. Ama’s black hair made her practically disappear into the darkness, and thunder rumbled not too far away.

Abel urged his steed ahead, slowly and carefully. Thunder rumbled again.

Thunder. Thunder.

The sky burned.

The bells in the temple rang repeatedly, a warning and a petition, a prayer and a guide. It punctuated the screams, it harmonized the ticking of lasers as they charged and fired, shooting through the air with such intensity that it created miniature claps of thunder as the heat separated the air harshly before it returned together with a snap.

Abel’s breath caught in his throat.

The world around him was deafening.

There was so much noise, and his ears were ringing so much, he honestly couldn't tell what sound came from what source anymore. Was it a scream? Was it a guardian? Was that a child wailing or a gear grinding? Was that his heart pounding in his ears or was it a thunderclap from another beam firing?

Ama whinnied, moving in place anxiously.

Abel stared ahead, watching troops march together, some limping, others helping their comrades. Many had wagons and horses to help them.

He heard whirring. He heard gears. He heard claws, and ticking, and thunder.

Thunder rumbled again. The earth shook. Ama neighed, growing skittish, jostling him in his saddle, it was raining, when had it started raining, something was moving, something was moving—

Abel heard horse hooves galloping, he heard a battle cry, he saw mud splashing in the barren wasteland around him—

Bokoblin!

Abel gasped, coming to reality, spurring Ama into motion, and she ran ahead. He drew his sword, catching sight of the enemy, recognizing faintly the familiar motion of aiming a bow and arrow. He jerked his horse to the side as an arrow flew by his ear, and he redirected her to charge once more, stabbing the bokoblin. His blood was racing, his body soaked, his hands trembling—

His horse whinnied with panic as flames spread too close, licking at its hooves and his heels. He steered the mare around the flames as she almost bucked him off, and then the flames were abruptly disrupted by a clawed foot tearing into the earth and squelching them.

In the haze and smoke, Abel recognized the pink mechanical eye transfixed on him. He sucked in a sharp inhale, coughing harshly on the smoke in his lungs, and urged his mount to move.

Metal glinted. Lightning flashed, reflecting on a blank eye, a mirror to a past of fire and smoke.

Abel froze in his saddle. Ama ran harder, petrified, out of control.

The guardian was hot on his heels, charging its laser as he once again pushed the horse to run faster. His steed neighed in protest, her stamina draining out of her faster than it could replenish, and the guardian fired.

Go! Go, run!!!!

Abel pulled on the reins hard, making Ama neigh in protest as she tried to obey, as her hooves slipped, she lost her balance in such a sharp turn, and both horse and rider fell into the mud.

Thunder rumbled.

Thunder clapped as lasers fired.

It was pouring.

The sky was aflame as people screamed.

It was deafening it was deafening.

Movement stirred nearby, screams—screams of civilians—thunder thunder guardian fire, they were everywhere—

Abel whirled, sword at the ready, a snarl at his lips as Ama tried to right herself. His hilt made contact, slamming something, and he looked around with crazed, terrified eyes.

Where was it where was it—

Ama finally stood. Thunder rumbled again. Lightning flashed.

Lightning flashed. Shining a light. A light. On the barren wasteland. There was—there were—what was—

Blonde curls, stained with red. A figure, lying still in the mud. Green tunic smattered in brown, the only green as far as the eye could see—

Abel felt his heart stop.

This wasn’t—this wasn’t real this wasn’t real nononononono—

Abel ran, heart racing once more. The world shook as lighting struck again. The figure remained still on the ground.

“TILIETH!”

He collapsed into the mud, shaking her shaking her begging, pleading, goddess no please no—

The still fingers. The still feet. The still body. The paleness, the redness, the black and blue and—

“NO!”

Thunder roared. The rain was deafening. But nothing could outweigh the sobs, nothing could cover the screams, nothing could stave the panic as the former knight shook his wife over and over and over and over and over.

#I am so sorry guys #I AM SO SORRY TIL AND ABEL #I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED OK #THE THOUGHT CAME TO ME AND IT JUST TOOK OFF AND #AJTEIWOAJFEIWOAJFKSLAJFIOEWA #ABEL IS NOT OK #writing #blood of the hero #abel #tilieth #tis but a scratch #eheheh #heh #I'm gonna go bury myself under a rock now #out of shame #and before Abel kills me #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #breath of the wild link #botw link #ABEL YOU MORON I-- #GET SOME DAMN SLEEP AND-- #*SCREAMING* #*flees* #NEVER LET ME LISTEN TO FINAL HOURS EVER AGAIN #my skin is crawling after writing this oh my gosh #NOBODY IS DEAD I PROMISE

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

DAY TEN: Pegging w/ Spencer Reid

a/n: DON'T LOOK AT ME. Do not. Look at. Me. LISTEN, someone had to do it even if it had to be me. I must admit I had fun writing this but ohmygod the shame I feel rn LMAOOO. I hope you all enjoy this cause I'm hiding myself under a rock forever.

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"There you go, Spence. Just relax for me." You cooed, your hands gripping at the lithe man's hips. Your thumbs dug into the dimples of his lowerback as you entered him, splitting him open slowly on your strap.

"Mhm!" His whimper was muffles by the bedsheets below, his burning red face hidden in bashfulness. "Who would have thought the big genius could fucked dumb?" You hummed condecendingly. "That's okay though, because you're my good boy, aren't you Spencie baby?" You asked. 

Your slowly moving hips froze when he didn't answer. You bent over his arched form, a hand decending from his hip to weave through the strands of his hair. You tugged on it. Hard. Hard enough to elicit a surprise yelp and lift his head off the bed.

His flushed face was now visible to you, his dark red cheeks being kissed by the cooling air from your ac.

"I asked you a question." Your breath hit the shell of his ear, your strap burying even deeper inside of him. He shivered at the mixture of pleasure and pain prickling deliciously at his nerves. "Don't make me take it back." You said sternly.

"Your good boy! I'm your good boy!" He rushed out, fingers clawing at the duvet under him. "I promise." He said breathlessly. You hummed, pressing more of your full, naked torso onto his back, your breasts resting on his back. The straps of the toy dug into your plush thighs, the rough material burning at your skin satisfyingly.

The close proximity had Spencer reeling, his subconscious falling deeper into a submissive headspace with every act of dominance.

"There you go," You said with a smirk. "I knew you could do it." You placed a hard kiss onto the underside of his jaw where his pulse point was before straightening your body.

Biting your lip in excitement, you pulled your hips back, allowing the toy to catch the man's rim before slamming into him, his ass jiggling a bit at the impact. The rough motion sent Spencer up the bed with a loud, embarrassing moan. 

"That feel good, babyboy? Hm?" You teased, thrusting again. This time, you barely exited him before fucking into him once more, the smack from where your hips met his resounding lewdly throughout the room. 

You knew you'd hit his prostate when a feral mewl rushed from between his lips. His body convulsed, but he still tried to answer you, forever trying to please you.

"S— so… so good." He managed to heave out. "That's it my good boy. C'mon I know you can take it." You praised, coaxing him back down onto your strap.

You kept a steady, fast pace that would occasionally fall out of rhythm with the desperate wiggle of Spencer trying to meet your thrusts on his own. 

An idea struck you, and you stopped moving, which elicited a mewl from the older. 

Settling back on your knees, the toy almost completely slipped out of him. "Sit up, sweetheart." And he did — albeit shakily — fully seating himself down on your lap.

"There," You breathed. "Am I deeper now honey?" Your hands stroked up his chest from behind, your fingers stopping to play with his sensitive nipple, squeezing and tugging them torturously.

"So deep, angel." He moaned, hips jutting out on their own accord. His cock stood tall, amassed to it's full hardness, red, and leaking precum. Your right hand remained on his chest while the other dipped below his waist to stroke his cock.

"Ah!" He cried, his own hand reaching for wrist as he held it on him.

"God, I'm gonna fuck you stupid, pretty boy." You whispered sensually in his near. You nibbled on his earlobe before gyrating your hips into him. Leaving his nipple and his dick, you grabbed both his hands and held them behind you, leaving him unable to squirm out of your grip.

He whined in displeasure at the the loss of friction.

"I wanna see you cum untouched baby, you think you can do that for me?" He nodded his head fastly. "I can." 

Rolling your hips, your cock kissed his prostate and sent him trembling and whining. You didn't relent with your strokes, milking him for all he's worth as you pushed him toward overstimulation.

"Fuck, _____." He moaned. You wished you had a camera to capture the genius of his FBI unit being dwindled down to a begging, brainless mess. Anyone listening in would have thought that you were watching porn.

It was getting harder to enter him, and you knew that meant he was about to cum.

"Cum, my sweet boy." 

You peppered sweet kisses onto the skin of his neck as he exploded, cum shooting out of him, getting some on the bed and painting the flat planes of his stomach.

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[choke-me-joey]

Hello! 32 with Eddie please. Thank you!

I hope I did this justice!!!

32. Guess I'll just have to do it myself

Eddie Munson x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, unprotected p in v, Eddie is a lil mean but nothing we can't handle, overstimulation, daddy kink, squirting, creampie

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"Aww, what's the matter baby? You tired?" Eddie shoots you a feral grin from beneath you, cock buried to the hilt inside your poor, abused and wrecked pussy. He thrusts his hips up and the head of his cock smacks into your cervix, making you let out a weak cry of mixed pain and pleasure. "I'm not done with you yet, princess, come on, put that pussy to work."

"Eddie..." You whine, your body threatening to keel over. "I can't, s'too much-"

"Babe, you know every time you say that I make it happen. Come on-" he smacks your already bright red ass cheek, adding to the handprint already blooming across your skin. "-ride Daddy's cock."

You mewl and pathetically attempt to rock your hips against his. You had been going for hours now, Eddie pulling orgasm after orgasm from you and you were pretty sure after the 8th one it was physically impossible for you to come anymore, but Eddie was insistent.

"8? Fucking 8?! We've definitely gotten at least 9 out of you before princess, come on, let's go for 10, huh?" he'd goaded before diving face first back into your pussy and within minutes sending you hurling into your 9th orgasm, which almost made you pass out. He'd then plopped you in his lap and slid inside you again, making himself comfy on the pillows as he watched you writhe and whimper on top of him. "Come on, baby, let's get that number 10, okay?"

Now your body was pretty much shutting down on you; you had never been so exhausted. Your ass was sore, you were drenched in sweat and your body was aching from being folded into this position and that position by your boyfriend who had the stamina of the fucking Energizer bunny, apparently.

"Eds, please," you beg, your eyes brimming with tears as his thumb comes up to rub your poor overworked clit. He seems to take pity on you.

"Alright baby. Guess I'll just have to do it myself."

You let out a yelp of suprise as suddenly Eddie practically throws you off of him, face down ass up on the mattress. He doesn't give you a minute to fucking breathe before he's slamming into you once more, fucking you at a bruising pace. You scream, gripping at the stained sheets as every thrust of his thick, perfect cock nudges your g-spot and you can feel the tell tale signs of another orgasm approaching especially as he reaches under you to rub at your clit quickly, wanting you to get there before he unloads in you. Poor boy's balls must surely be aching by now.

"EDDIE!" You scream, your eyes rolling back in your skull as you cum, clear streams of fluid soaking your thighs and the sheets before you gracefully collapse on them, your entire body convulsing and trembling.

"Fuck yeah! That's 10, baby!" Eddie whoops behind you, fucking you through the aftershocks. "Getting close, princess, you gonna let me fill this poor pussy up, hmm?"

"Gimme your cum, Eds," you whimper, barely able to stay awake but also desperate to feel your boyfriend cum inside you. Eddie grunts and thrusts one, two, three more times before he stills inside you. His cock flexes and twitches as you feel the warmth of his seed flood you. You mewl contentedly, making your pussy clench weakly around him.

"Fuuuuck, Jesus, you keep doing that babe and you're gonna get me hard again." Eddie chuckles breathlessly, pulling out and admiring the milky white fluid as it trickles out of your hole. "Shit, I gotta get a picture of that one day."

You swat at him and he laughs. He quickly runs to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth, darting back to clean you up as gently as he possibly could. Then, ever the sweetheart, he rolls you so he can remove the soiled bedsheets and then dresses you in one of his old Sabbath shirts and some boxers. "Come on princess, let's get you into bed. You did so, so good for me."

With a bit of awkward manoeuvring, Eddie gets you tucked up into bed, lying next to you with his arms wrapped around you. He plays with your hair as your eyes droop with sleep.

"...Next time, we're going for 11."

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[lythea-creation]

Expectations - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 2)

Previous Chapter

warnings: emotional abuse

word count: 1.002

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I could not believe the piece of paper that was laying in front of me. I had gotten a B in my Biology test. Yeah, pretty ironic. Not even an A-, but a B.

For a short moment I buried my face in my hands, trying to regain my composure. Dad was going to kill me.

After class I was supposed to be at rehearsal, but I needed a moment to calm down first. Without thinking twice about it, I walked to the old bus.

Shams was not here yet.

The longer I had to wait for her, the more I was freaking out. By the time she arrived I was already a mess, forcing myself not to cry.

“(f/n), what happened?”, Shams worried as soon as she noticed my disheveled state.

I moved a bit to give her the chance to sit down next to me.

“I got a B”, I uttered breathlessly.

“Shit”, she cursed. “Is your dad home today?”

“Unfortunately”, I enlightened her. “You know how he acts. What am I supposed to do?”

“We could switch tests”, she offered. “I actually rocked this one for once. You'd only have to change the name.”

“Nah, he would notice. But thanks. And congrats.” I shot her a small smile.

She reciprocated the smile, but it vanished just as quickly as mine.

“Last time I had an A-, he ripped me off all my privileges. I don't think I can take not seeing you for so long again. I mean we would still meet at school, but I always have to pretend here”, I recalled. “Talking about it, I need to go to rehearsal for Tasneem's show.”

Before I could go Shams pulled me into a kiss. Thanks to the dirty windows nobody could see us after all. Too bad that I usually had to spend the breaks with Tasneem and the others.

“I'm gonna text you later, if my dad doesn't confiscate my phone”, I promised. “So you'll most likely not hear from me.”

Leaving the bus I buried my feelings deep inside of me and put on a smile. Honestly I was sick of acting, but it was the only chance to keep the life I had. And some aspects of it were definitely worth fighting for.

To my own surprise rehearsal was actually cheering me up as it was distracting me, needing all my focus.

But as soon as the music died down it all came crushing down on me again.

During the last lessons my anxiety was only increasing.

When I left the classroom I did not dare to look over at Shams because I would not be able to uphold my cover then, my perfect facade.

Back at home I did not know if I should be relieved or not when I noticed that my dad was making a phone call.

I placed my test on the table, where I was sure he would see. Then I hurried upstairs before his phone call ended. I could not tell him myself and definitely did not want to be around for his first reaction.

In my room I let myself fall onto my bed and hid under the sheets to ease my nerves, texting Shams.

Unfortunately she was not answering. Probably she was not home yet. So I tried the same with Omar instead, not telling him I was upset though. I just wanted to stop focusing on my situation and it worked. Omar could always make me laugh in a heartbeat.

“What are you laughing about?”, my dad questioned harshly. “Do you seriously think there's anything to laugh about?”

He ripped the blanket off of me.

I could not meet his eyes, but knew better than to stay on my bed. So I stood up in front of him.

“Is there anything you want to tell me about this?”, he inquired, pushing my test in my face.

I shook my head no.

“What's gotten into you? I thought we had an agreement”, he ranted.

“I'm sorry, dad”, I proclaimed. “I didn't mean to disappoint you again.”

“Disappoint me? This isn't even disappointing anymore. This is a disgrace! From now on I'm going to set some new rules”, he declared. “First of all give me your phone.”

I was smarter than to deny him. I handed my phone over without any resistance.

“Second rule: You come home immediately after school. No going over to Omar, no hanging out with any classmates, got it?”

Tears were pricking at my eyes at this rule. Nevertheless I nodded.

“Third rule: You're getting a tutor who's going to work with you after school until you go to bed. Nothing else but studying. Understood?”

I nodded once again.

“Use your words”, he demanded.

“Yes, I understand, dad”, I stated.

“You know what?”, he proposed, staring me right in the eyes. “Right now I'm glad your mom doesn't live to see you like this.”

With those words he turned around and left.

It felt like something was clawing at my chest, ripping me apart while taking my ability to breathe. I was not even sure what exactly I was feeling, only that it was unbearable.

My hand moved on its own, picking up the picture that was set up on my nightstand. A picture of my mom when she had been pregnant with me. A picture of the time she had still been alive and full of hope. A picture before my birth that had killed her.

It was strange to yearn for a person you did not know.

The picture in front of me appeared blurry as my tears were finally falling freely.

After crying and stressing out so much I was feeling utterly exhausted. I did not have the energy to pull me into my bed and instead just fell asleep on the ground, hoping that it had all just been a cruel nightmare.

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Next Chapter

So here we go! Just as I promised it all took a darker turn. What do you think about it?

Tag List: @sunwoniie

#al rawabi school for girls #shams x reader #female reader #lgbtqia #angst #romance #drama #emotional abuse

[cracked-out-rock]

Jasper x depressed Human reader

Tbh I wrote this just to comfort myself it's almost 1:00am lol kill me /hj

Tw: sh mentions, Ed mentions, smoking,

You felt tired, really really fucking tired. Your entire body felt soar as fuck. You felt like you couldn't move... So you didn't. You just stayed there, on your couch, under a blanket as some weird as show Played in the background. You felt like you couldn't focus.

You just layed there, you looked to your phone and debated if you should call someone, but decided against it. I mean they all have there own stuff to bother with, plus it's not like they would actually pick up anyway.

Your brain brought back some memories, not happy ones. Specifically last week when you were hyperventilating at 1:00am, you couldn't even cry no matter how much you wanted too, you kept dragging the box cutter across your shoulder, not cutting yourself but just keeping the blade there.

You almost completely trashed 3 months. I mean it's not like anyone really knew about your habits, none of them knew that you used to hurt yourself, we'll technically you still do hurt yourself. But not with cutting anymore.

No you didn't do that anymore, no matter how persistent that "itch" became. No now you only smoked, which made you caugh a lot and made it difficult it walk and run long distances because you can never get enough air.

Now you simply don't have anything but a cracker for a week, and that simply just made you clumsy and tired, and also made you pass out while walking to the bathroom but that doesn't matter.

Now you simply punch your wall and bang rocks against your arm and hand. Your knuckles and arm have small dark purple bruises on them but it's fine. It's not self harm. Your still 3 months clean.

Okay no, stop lying to yourself. You aren't 3 months clean from self harm. No just from cutting. Stop lying.

You blinked, attempting to shake your head from your thoughts, you we're starving, your body felt so weak, your mouth felt dry and everything hurt.

You just curled up more into a ball on your couch, which has just become your impromptu bed for now.

Suddenly, your front door slammed open, we're you gonna die? Are you getting robbed? Are you gonna get shot a die. Good. Make it fucking fast jerk off.

"Oi y/n, what the fuck." Jasper said as She eyed your cocoon of blankets and sadness.

You let out a grumble in response as you buried your self under the covers more and more. You didn't want to do anything.

Heavy footsteps coming over to you, and a large hand moving away the blankets, you tried to pull them back but Jasper wouldn't let you.

"Leave me aloneeeeeee" you mumbled out as Jasper looked at you more, her eyes questioning but also a bit concerned.

"Y/n, no one has seen you in fucking weeks. People are getting fucking worried." she said as she stood in front of you.

"Oh cmon I'm fine just let me be-" you we're going to politely tell her to fuck off but she picked you up, she didn't even need both hands, just one.

Here you were, in her hand, she held you for a second before speaking.

"You feel oddly light. Humans arent supposed to feel that light." Jasper said as her voice darkend slightly.

"Jasp I'm fine really-" she cut you off again with rolling up your sleeve, there were your scars, to be put on display for everyone, but also the Skinnieness of your arm. It was fucking concerning.

Jasper sighed before setting you back on the couch, "don't fucking move, just... Wait here okay?" she said as she stalked off to the kitchen.

And so you waited. And as you waited your thoughts began to drift.

While Jasper was normally angry chaos, you and her had a specific dynamic. She would always be a bit more calm and caring around you for whatever reason, and you didn't feel pressured to be the chaotic fool who makes a fool of themselves for other people's happiness. If was a mutual understanding between the two of you.

Jasper came out with a plate, it had a sandwich on it, she placed it in front of you. "Eat it". She said simply. Jeez if only it was that easy.

You stared at the plate in front of you. While he's you we're hungry enough to the point it hurt you just couldn't bring yourself to eat it.

"Jasper... I cant.. -" you said softly hoping she wouldn't be angry at you.

Jasper sighed before turning your head to look at he before she spoke again. "Y/n I know that it's hard but I'm not stupid, humans aren't supposed to be that skinny, and you need food so you can be strong. Please."

So, with the gentle encouragement from jasper you picked up the sandwich in front of you and took a bite. You wanted to vomit it up already.

After about 45 minutes you finally finished it, and you were fucking sobbing hysterically. Jasper held you in her arms, constantly saying the words 'I'm sorry' over and over again. And jasper stayed there comforting you, and holding you.

An hour passed now, and you were finally a bit more calm. You were breathing now and you were still in Jasper's lap but neither of you minded.

Jasper hugged you closer to her body, being careful not to accidentally hurt you. "So..."

"So..." you said in response, neither of you were really sure how to continue this conversation, but one of you had too.

You decided it was going to be you, so you told jasper everything, you told her you fears, you told her your problems, you told her what has been crawling through your head.

And she stayed there, listening to every word. By the time you we're done talking she and you were wrapped in blankets and cuddled into each other on your bed.

She ran her fingers through your hair before speaking again.

"Listen, i know shit is hard for you right now, but itll get better. Everything will. No matter how hard shit is it can always get better. So you just need to keep trying, no matter what. I promise" she said as she pulled your body closer to hers.

You smiled and kisses her gem, a small gesture you did to show intamanicy.

"Thanks jasp."

"No problem hun"

And soon you drifted off to sleep as she kept you cradled and hugged in her arms, safe and loved.

#steven universe #steven universe jasper #jasper #comfort #x reader #y/n #kinda depressing #sh #Ed #steven Universe comfort #Angst #Fluff #She'll protect you #tags are confusing #writerscorner #writerslife #its 2:30 am #lol #help me #jasper su #su comfort

[danses-with-dogmeat]

CONGRATS ON 1.5K! I love your headcanons and your writing! This might be out of left field but do you think you could do 🦀👑 for Jessup/m!six and "I'm not afraid of you"

Oooooh, I love writing for new people! This was a treat to explore!

Thanks for the congrats, and I hope you enjoy! 😁

"What are you still doing here? Thought you'd head out after helping us..."

Jessup's shadow fell over the courier where he sat on rock, Benny's engraved lighter twiddling in his fingers.

Six didn't look up, only shrugged, looking lost.

Jessup sighed at the sight of him.

"Look, I wish I knew more, but... After Benny stabbed us in the back, he wasn't too keen on sticking around to explain it all."

He moved closer, sitting down next to the man he'd once tried to bury, as he ran one rough hand up to graze over his mohawk.

"I don't really know what to do." The courier finally spoke, "I don't have the money for one of the passports into New Vegas, I don't know what the hell I'd do when I actually caught Benny, either."

"I'd probably shoot him in the head myself. Return the favor, you know?"

Six laughed dryly at that, flicking the lighter on before flipping the lid over it once again, dousing the flame once more.

"Hey," Jessup spoke up again, his hands going to his pocket and pulling out a small parcel, "You gonna waste oil, least let me take advantage of it."

He held a cigarette to the lighter's little flame before Six could cap it this time.

"Here." He held it out, offering, and the courier smiled appreciatively as he took the fag from his hand. Jessup lit one for himself, then leaned back against the rock wall behind him, sighing pleasantly as they both rested in the shade.

Six flipped the lighter off and stashed it away as he leaned back and joined him.

"I could just shoot him... but then what?" The courier continued, "He's in his own damn casino, right? Surrounded by chairmen, and I'm just... well, I'm just me. No way I could take 'em all."

He took the first drag of his cigarette, coughing at the strength of it, but Jessup paid him no mind.

"Yeah... Suppose you already died once, huh? Probably not wanting to do it again so soon."

"Yeah." the courier chuckled, and Jessup felt a small surge of relief.

That had to be a touchy subject for the man, right? How Six could still stand to look at him, when it was likely his face was one of the last images he'd remember before bein' put 6 feet under... And then how he could show up here, how he could help them with all that NCR bullshit... Jessup didn't get it.

"Yeah, I think I've had my fill of being shot for awhile, I'll say that at least."

At that, Jessup couldn't help but laugh in return.

"Alright, well I'm glad that's decided... but still, then the question remains. What'r you gonna do now?"

Six turned to face him, and Jessup could now clearly see the bullet scars on his forehead. Still a darker color, one that indicated they'd only just healed over, really. He could see the bags under his eyes too, the signs of weeks of hardship and restless nights.

How the hell he'd survived all that, Jessup didn't have a clue. How he recovered, how he made it all the way here with nothing to his name, without a name at all, just stumblin' through the desert...

Must be some reason for him sticking around though. This boy's got something to do here still. Only thing is, he's gotta find out what.

"I don't know." The courier rasped, and his expression looked lost. "I'm just out here, I'm... I don't know what I'm doing. Who I am, or was, even. I just know... I've gotta find out why this all happened."

The man took another drag of Jessup's cigarette, holding back the cough this time, as he grew used to its potency.

"Do you think, maybe..." He continued, refusing to meet the Khan's gaze. "Maybe I could camp out here for awhile? At least here in the canyon I feel a little safe. I can rest up a bit, come up with a plan maybe..."

Jessup's dark eyebrows rose high on his forehead.

"You wanna stay here with us? W-with me?" The courier looked at him with confusion written in his expression, as though that idea of his was as normal as could be.

"Six," he continued, "after what I done, with Benny and you, I mean... I was the one that dug the hole, y'know? The one that snake tried to bury ya in. What'd you wanna stick around with me for?"

"I'm not afraid of you, Jessup." He looked him in the eye as he said it. "You were just doing a job, I know that. Just trying to make some caps, get by like the rest of us. I'm not gonna hold that against you."

"Well then..." He shook his head, but a small smile played at his dry lips, "You're better than most, I'd say."

Six smiled in return, a soft expression that made Jessup want to break down the walls of his hardened exterior and slap the man on the back.

"You may be kinda dumb though, trustin' a man who's job it once was to hunt ya down and kill ya." Six's smile wilted, and Jessup laughed heartily, "But still, you're better than most."

In the next moment, the Khan did just as he wanted to, his palm coming down just a touch too hard on the courier's back, before giving him a few affectionate pats.

"C'mon then." Jessup's hand left him as he stood. "Let's go and get you a spot to make camp."

#1.5k event #1.5k celebration #fallout #fallout npc #fallout companions #fallout new vegas #fallout new vegas npcs #fallout new vegas companions #jessup fonv #fallout jessup #m!six #fnv courier #courier six #benny fonv #mirelurk queen

[bookofbrokencandles]

First batch of prompts

I unleashed Night. Also this is very explicit. Be warned.

Read under the cut

Another firm nip at your shoulder, Day catching your skin between his soft lips and sharp teeth, tells you what you already know: He's annoyed.

Even so, his fingers inside you are carefully working you open so it won't hurt.

You feel Night shift above you, gingerly as to not disturb your head resting on his thigh. Day flinches as Night touches his face and his grip on your hip tightens.

He clicks his tongue. “If you interrupt me one more time—so help me god—”

He's silenced as Night's lips capture his in a sweet kiss with a flash of tongue Day instinctively returns.

Pulling away, Night smiles. His fingers hadn't ceased soothingly playing at your hair the whole time. "I was just thinking I love being with you both. Couldn't help myself."

Day's brow furrows, his jaw tightening as his response catches in his throat. Finally, he turns his attention to you, forcing a gasp out of you as he shoves two fingers all the way to the knuckle inside you.

"Fuck off," he says, ignoring how red the tips of his ears have gotten.

7:

A cry escapes you as you drop your hips. Your butt hits the tops of Day's thighs and a certain sharp pleasure shoots through you, your insides stretching around his fully hilted cock.

Day jolts, too. You feel it in his body pressed tight to you, his arms locked firmly around your back. You can't see his face as it's buried in your shoulder.

Pushing through the leg-weakening pleasure, you put a hand on his shoulder. "Is this okay? Are you okay?" you ask gently. This position is hard for him, you know. But he's doing his best for you.

"I'm fine," he murmurs, but it's breathless and lacking in his usual stoicism.

"Maybe we should—"

He interrupts you. "It's fine." Raising his head, finally, his eyes meet yours. Something desperate shines in that vivid red. "It'll be fine. I want to keep going. Please, don't stop."

136:

Another thrust rocks earth-quaking ardor through your core. You arch your back with a whine of pleasure escaping your lips.

A breathless laugh reaches your ears. "You're stellar." Night grins widely. "If you could see what I see right now—Gods, I never want to stop."

And he doesn't. Hips beating a steady rhythm against your own, he leans over you, eyes glimmering with an unrestrained lust and joy. His words don't stop either, as they never do, to your great misfortune.

"I don't think I have to either. Ahh~ You're squeezing my cock so tight I don't think your hole will ever let me go. You're gonna wring me dry, make me cum until I can't anymore. Gonna glue my cock to your insides with my thick—"

"Stop!" You shout over him. You cross your forearms over your face, trying to will away the intense heat burning like wildfire up your neck and washing over your whole face. You're also trying not to look at that mad grin your insane lover is sporting.

Night has to stop moving as he howls with laughter. He pulls at your arm, but you're firm in hiding your embarrassment. "Wait~ Don't cover your face, I want to see you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry~ Honest!" he apologizes through giggles.

You don't think he's actually that sorry.

Her firm body is so warm against yours you almost want to never be apart from her, even as your heart races with excitement.

Her lips part from your neck, which now sports yet another small, wine-colored mark of belonging. She just can't help but mark you up, tho her neck and cleavage have their own branding from your mouth.

Trailing lower, her lips find your nipple next and a certain yearning tingles in your chest as her tongue circles the hard bud. She sucks and teases while her hand delves lower and makes your hips raise from the bed.

Until her teeth sink into your sensitive nipple.

A sharp pleasure shoots through you and snatches a cry from your lips.

Myra lifts her head to observe your still-shaking form as her tongue runs over her teeth.

"What? Does that feel good?" she asks, but she needs no answer. A wicked grin pulls at her lips.

Looks like she's found a new way of marking you up. Your chest and thighs will be evidence of that, come morning.

#notsafe #(very) #day #night #day/night poly #myra #ask #prompts #sorry about Night

[horrocious]

MAn i just LOVE how you portray Reinhardt in your fics it drives me FUCKING INSANE

Its like, you show her flaws, her humanity, and its just so fucking raw its jus ARFFGGGHHHH

i think, unintentionally we more or less make rein a symbol bc thats what shes made herself in the story and to the characters, illumina's light, but jus showing her moments of weakness and emotion just gets me every fucking time. it reminds us shes human despite seeming p much omnipotent and it just punches me in the guts

i hjope i make sense bc im going insane and half akseep

oh man thank you so much this kind of comment brings me to life. allow me to postpone folding the laundry to ramble on incoherently about her. apologies if I get some facts wrong. unlike Victoria, I do forget things. anyway. (one more thing, sorry, there's spoilers under the cut for those of you who haven't progressed into the late chapters. OK I'll stop editing now)

she's complex and the way we relate to her is complex, given that she exists as both propaganda item and actual military commander (side note: I feel like it's worth mentioning that she gets represented to us as the be all end all of Illumina but revealed in the plot later to be beholden to other forces in the government, which makes me wonder how many people in Illumina even know who really runs their country.) and while it's kind of tempting to see this as the writers providing a "moral escape route" (i.e. well the bad things in Illumina aren't Reinhardt's fault, it's Eisen/The Committee/The Science Council!) for her I think it's more complicated.

she definitely has authority both in the military hierarchy and just by virtue of everyone's clear respect for both her as a person and what she represents. the upshot is that she's aware of e.g. the black umbrella laboratory and whatever Denier was up to* because, well, survival means making Hard Choices. wasn't her experience with Helios and Denier proof of that, after all? surviving the path to power at any cost meant exactly that. I think her objection to the human experiments in front of the Science Council is pretty telling! she knows it's wrong when she has to confront it! but because she herself was a "beneficiary" they more or less brush her off. this kind of thing is nothing new, but she's had time to see where that line of thinking really gets you. and it's not great.

that's a big deal, because her beliefs about Duty and Responsibility and Sacrifice led her here. and I think the psychological consequences of "I have given up everything, buried my friends, and committed myself to be the standard bearer for Atrocities, Inc.™️" are untenable. so she both has to be the ever-hopeful soldier leading to a triumphant future while knowing that the cause itself is extremely fraught. that manifests in her keeping up a facade both for everyone else and for herself. she needs her legend to be true. that's my read, anyway.

one more thing. you know who I think about in relation to her? the Varaki siblings. Charon has an important but not super high ranking job and thus can be as weird as he wants. he's the silly Gothic death rock train cappuccino theater man. I bet Reinhardt is insane with envy. she would love to be silly risotto exercise lady. but that's what she gave up for this. because survival means hard choices. my thoughts on how Reinhardt and Victoria serve as foils to each other will have to wait until another time because these underpants ain't gonna fold themselves. thanks for reading, and splendor Illumina.

*it isn't explicitly stated, no, but let's think. depending on how literally you take Forsakin when she calls Reinhardt "sister," they're either related or were extremely close. I'm not sure I buy that they would be that close without Reinhardt being aware of what Denier did for a day job. as an aside, I think she's speaking figuratively. one of the things that makes AS both interesting and infuriating is that kind of unexpanded detail.

#ask horrocious #alchemy stars #Reinhardt alchemy stars #this ties in to what i think the overall theme of alchemy stars is... as much as one exists #them's my sentiments for what they're worth

[inkydoc]

a bit of a rant because it's almost midnight and i feel like shit :D

so the process is like this.

genuinely loving it, doing it almost every day, skills rapidly improving, really enjoying the process, even considering it as a side-hustle =>> eh i just don't have time for it but will hyperfocus on it quite often and still do it regularly because i love it =>> actually it's very bad for my body but i wanna continue because it's what i do, it's who i am, it's what i like doing, hyperfocus still happens sometimes =>> i gotta do it, even if i'm tired and it hurts, it's expected of me, so i will power through, mostly still liking it =>> i'm trying to still continue, but mostly because it really is expected of me, and once in a blue moon i have a good time with it so yea why not =>> i just can't get myself to do it, even though i really want to, and i don't feel whole without it, but i can't do it and that's kinda scary but maybe i don't wanna think about the implications so i just kinda stop doing it, still not admitting it to myself that something is seriously wrong =>> yea okay i can't. don't even want to tbh. like really don't want to. the thought of it makes me wanna cry because i feel overwhelmed. but it was such an integral part of my life. what do i do now. the desperate search for something else didn't yield any results. without it i feel like i'm nothing, i'm just me, useless, uninteresting. also i just can't focus like i used to so that's fun. most definitely can't do it on demand or for others like i used to either, and i can't even do it for myself, which is even worse. an absolute low point, but i heard somewhere that the most solid ground to stand on is rock bottom so why move at all. it most certainly feels like i'll never move in any direction ever again. =>> yea sometimes i get the urge to do it, but it very rarely translates into actual action. it's not an "i don't even wanna do it, not gonna do it ever again" anymore, but yea, the passion got lost somewhere and i'm afraid it will take years to get it back, if i can do it at all. i can take like five minutes of it every month or so. half the time i end up hating the result and i have cried over it more than once. the other half it's just fine. it could average out into a healthy meh, but it kinda doesn't.

i am talking about drawing of course, once again whining about losing passion and the will to go on :D but with how huge a role it played in my life and how integral it was to my identity i think it's reasonable that my brain ends up walking around the subject a lot. idk i feel like i can kinda sorta move again, and maybe even already took a small step in the right direction but it also feels like that this direction is going to take me away from drawing for good. don't know if that's a good or a bad thing, but yea, i don't think i can do more than smol doodles on the corners of work stuff, if that. it kinda saddens me if i'm being honest, and i wanna fight for it, but can't. well... at least i think i wanna fight for it. don't know if i'm being honest. like i said, the urge is there sometimes, like i look at cool art and a small part of me stirs, tries to move towards a pencil, but that part doesn't have any energy left. she is buried under so much weight and memories and feelings that it hurts when she moves, and it feels like it's best if she doesn't do that at all. and i don't have the energy and the strength to help dig her out from under the thorns. it might sound selfish, but i simply cannot deal with hurting anymore than i already do.

i cannot face this. i just can't.

#i've decided that i'm gonna just spend my free time playing games and maybe trying to read again #after i get myself together a bit i'm gonna try creating again #thinking small machine sewing projects #but yea for me to be able to draw i think i'd need to go to therapy #yes there aren't any expectations towards me anymore but still #i feel unable to move in certain directions #inky's mind

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.  

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful

                            Brooklyn, 1970.

Bucky’s mornings were sacred.  He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.

But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window.  And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.

Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day.  Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.

He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.

“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly.  "I have to work in the morning and—”

“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone.  He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.

“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern.  “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”

“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology. 

He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid.  Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was.  A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?

This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that.  And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.

The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant.  When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”

He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.  

“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear.  “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that?  I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”

He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly.  His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.

“You remember me, don’t you?  You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’.  You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”

Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.

"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll.  I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier.  Is that what you want, sweetheart?  To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away.  “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”

Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them.  “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned.  “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt?  Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”

As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.

His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly.  He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.  

Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again.  The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.

“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”

He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.

“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace.  "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."

A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak.  But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.

You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.

"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women!  And you know what I love most?  Huh?"

He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.

"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you.  All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."

Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.

"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for.  Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled.  “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.

"Oh fuck, are you coming?  Shit," he moaned.  "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"

Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.

You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.

"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs.  "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh?  Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right.  Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."

From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.

"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby?  Wanna be my little slut?  Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"

You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“M’close, honey,” he breathed.  “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real.  But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.  He was elated to make your nightmares come true.

"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed.  “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are.  But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."

Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest.  Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.

"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously.  "You're not gonna scream are you?"

You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air.  "Please— come in me," you panted.

"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.

"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.

He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp.  "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."

To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”

One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible.  Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.

"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced.  They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them.  "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste.  Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah?  Wanna get knocked up?  You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"

At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley.  Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.

Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence.  It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”

He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.  

“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain.  "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"

He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body.  Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.

You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?

There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.

“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder.  Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt.  “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”

#dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes dark fic #bucky barnes noncon #dark!bucky barnes smut

[msookyspooky]

Sequels Suck

Part 16

word count: 5,327

Randy sulked on the raised stone that surrounded the trees in the middle of the campus park. Dewey had planned to meet up regardless...He didn't expect anything from today to happen. Let alone the complete disaster brought upon him by his own impulsive decision. 

'Nice going. Real smooth. Real smart. Seriously, how is she or any other women not groveling at your feet for a chance with you, Randy?' He sarcastically scolded himself as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands. 'What hurts the most is the idea that she might be with them…That she's lying to me. Just tear out my heart and stomp on it. It'd have the same effect.' 

'I can't blame myself for trying...Someone is going to die whether YN admits it or not. Might as well try before one of us bites the bullet.' He felt his fingers clench in his hair at the thought. 'Please god just don't let it be her. I don't care if she's lying or not...She can't die. Not after our argument...Fuck Randy! Horror movie arguments always end in a blood bath, what the fuck were you thinking?!...If she isn't involved and dies because of me-' 

"Randy...Randy!-" 

"Huh?-" He jerked his head up to see Gale raising her brows at him as she puffed on a cigarette. "Hey, Joel has been asking if you want coffee or a damn donut for 5 minutes." 

Dewey glared at her but Randy threw up his hand. "I don't care. Whatever. Thanks Joe." 

He raised his brow. "The names Joel. And you're getting jelly filled and you're gonna like it...Now, when I get back; we are talking about something pleasant and more saved by the Bell-ish." 

Randy gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, Joel. I'll take whatever…Thanks." 

He shook his head and walked away as Randy went back to staring at the ground with his brows furrowed.

 Dewey nudged him. "Hey...You okay?" 

"No, Dewey. I'm not. Me and YN had a fight and I'm fucking fuming at this whole situation right now. I just want to get this over with!" 

Gale huffed. "Yeah, be careful what you wish for...So, what about?" 

Randy side eyed her. "As if I'm sharing with you...Why is she even here? I thought this was just a meet up with me and you, Dewey." 

Dewey gave a slight shrug as Gale's phone rang. She answered just to hang up and smoke her cigarette.

She huffed. "Look, Xander. I'm your Buffy whether you like it or not. I have all the knowledge of these murders and I am the freakin' media powerhouse that is going to get shit done, okay? You need me." 

Randy scrunched his face. "...Who?" 

"Buffy the Vampire Slayer? It just aired last year. Live under a rock much?"  

"No, I know the show...But Gale...Buffy? We both know you're a Cordelia. You know, the popular mean girl that thinks she's the one doing the most." 

Gale rolled her eyes. "Spare me. All I'm asking is what was said. Any info can be used. YN has a target on her back…" She shrugged with a disbelieving raise of her brows. "Well, so she says at least." 

Dewey lightly glared at her. "What is that supposed to mean?" 

"Hold that thought-" Gale held her finger as she answered the phone again and Dewey rolled his eyes. She hung up and started talking again without missing a beat. "It means that my book wasn't a fabrication. I saw what I saw and after some digging it's obvious she had something to do with the killers." 

Dewey shook his head furiously. "YN? She's a good kid. I told you before,  she was playing them so we both could take them down...It...Obviously didn't work but she wasn't in on it with them." He openly argued with Gale who scoffed at him. 

"Wasn't she? Or was she playing you? She spent an awful lot of time with them. She had on the outfit. She even prevented me from killing Billy Loomis! Think about it;  once her friends were out of the way two boys that plenty of people saw her with would be single... Who's to say she's not faking this as revenge against the accusations? Or better yet; they lived and she's helping them." 

Randy looked startled by that, blinking repeatedly. "...Huh?" 

She gave him an annoyed look. "Oh, don't play dumb. YN has been telling everyone all over campus she's seen Billy Loomis and Stu Macher." 

Dewey licked his lips as he and Randy exchanged a look. Randy gave him a silent warning but he ignored it. 

"Well, what if she did? What if they did live?" 

Gale chuckled with a smile. "Well, then that's going to be one hell of a book sale for me." 

"Yeah, not like that's a giant danger to us or anything." Randy gave a stern glare her way. "YN is not a killer and she's not involved. Give it a rest." 

Gale raised a brow as she took a drag from her cigarette. "Are you sure about that?... What was the argument about, Randy?" 

Randy swallowed, sitting up and gripping the stone ledge under him. He hesitated...Wondering the same thing himself. What if you really were still with them? That the hickey was a willing hookup and not them trying to play a trick like you claimed? What if you chose to save them again at any cost? What if that's really the reason you rejected him earlier?...What if he didn't know you the way he thought he did? 

Regardless...He would never throw you under the bus again.  "Nothing...YN isn't involved, Gale. Drop it." 

Dewey chimed in. "Besides, why would she go saying they're alive if she's involved? That would just put a huge target on her head. And if they are in it together, why would she want to draw attention to them?... It doesn't add up." 

 She sighed as her ringing phone interrupted them again as Dewey leaned over to Randy.

"When did she start smoking?" 

"Ever since those nude pictures on the internet." 

Gale slammed her phone shut and gave them both an unamused look. "It was just my head. It was Jennifer Anniston's body...Can we get back to what we're here for? Let's assume the killer is copying the names of victims from Woodsboro. Follow a pattern. Arthur Himbry the Principal at Woodsboro High was next-" 

Randy held up a finger. "No. James was." 

He remembered that day vividly. From the fear and accusing YN in order to solve it to Billy shoving him against the lockers with murderous rage in his eyes. 

Dewey lit up. "That's right. James Davis, YN's boyfriend. I never did like that kid." 

Gale shrugged with a shake of her head. "Okay, James is a common name. Who do we know with the name James?" 

Dewey shrugged. "Uh, well. I did hear YN mention a guy named James at the hospital. I don't know but maybe if we ask her she can point us in that direction?" 

Gale pointed. "Or we assume the killer isn't following an exact pattern and go to the next possible victim; Arthur  Hughes, The Criminology Professor...The same class as YN's major. How convenient." She gave a bitter smirk as both guys gave her a side glare. "Oh, don't give me that look. You can't let your attachment get in the way of this investigation! People's lives are at stack." 

"And all those bright, shiny book covers." Randy quipped. 

"So, we monitor YN's Professor...Joel...Don't tell him though. He is this close to bailing on me after he read about Kenny...The other victim was Tatum-" 

Dewey glanced at her at the mention of her name and Gale tightened her mouth into a slight frown. "And Sidney. Point is, we have a pattern and if we follow it then maybe we can figure this out in time before the grand finale." 

Dewey cringed. "I wouldn't follow a killer's pattern...Besides, it could be anyone of us. If they're after YN already...Maybe there isn't a pattern? I wouldn't waste our time." 

Gale's mouth dropped in outrage. "Oh, so what do you wanna do, bonehead? Sit here and wait to see who drops next?!" Her phone rang and she rolled her eyes.

 "Well, I don't know...Phonehead." He jeered back.

Gale and Dewey stared at each other as Randy felt himself getting more and more frustrated with the entire situation. After the fourth ring, he jerked the cell phone out of Gale's hand.

"Gale's not here!" He answered for her.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?... You three look deep in thought." 

Randy's face dropped as he heard the voice on the other line. He felt that familiar dread coursing through him that had become a common emotional response by now. He had plenty of prank calls...But this one wasn't one of them.

"Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?" 

He now knew what YN had been dealing with this whole time and now she wasn't seeming so crazy anymore.

Randy swallowed, gently putting his hand over the phone to speak. 

"It's him…" 

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You made it to the station where you anxiously waited outside the office. If it was Billy or Stu; it was a small win. It was one less killer after you. If it was Billy, Stu would get scared off. If it was Stu, Billy would have less muscle to help. 

You nervously shook your leg in your chair; springing up when Chief Hartly called you. You heard the voice from inside and got confused.

"...Weary?" 

Chief Hartly spoke to you as you fully stepped inside. "We found him sneaking around the back of the building on his way out." 

You felt a heavy weight of disappointment as Cotton Weary huffed with a disbelieving smirk. "This is ridiculous, I didn't do anything!" 

The Chief huffed. "We'll be the judge of that and so will YN." 

"What? Are you a judge and jury? I'm a free, innocent man-" 

Andrews put his hand on the table to glare down at Cotton. "Then what were you doing on a campus full of kids sneaking around the building?" 

Cotton rolled his lips before nervously grinning with a forced chuckle. "W-What? What?! I can't walk around? If you really must know; I was originally looking for that bitch Gale Weathers who snubbed my chance at an interview-" 

"Watch your mouth." Chief warned.

Cotton threw up his hand in defense. "Sorry, didn't know cussing was breaking the law too. I was looking for Gale and decided...Well hey, ya know. What if I get to talk to YN instead?" He turned to you in his chair. "Dateline interview. Two victims here, getting their story out. You were wrongly accused just like I was!...We can make Gale Weathers the laughing stock of US Today and get the truth out-" 

Andrews slammed his hand on the table before standing up right. "Enough!" Andrews walked around Cotton's chair. "YN was attacked at the theater today. How unsurprising we found you lingering there-" 

"It's not him." You finally interrupted.

All the men in the room exchanged glances before looking at you. Richards spoke up. "...Are you sure?" 

"Yes. My attackers were two young guys here on campus...I couldn't completely recognize them but I know it wasn't Cotton." 

The officers all exchanged skeptical glances as Cotton gave a cocky smirk. "Ya see? YN says it wasn't me; then it wasn't me." 

Chief Hartley huffed, eyeing him as he and your Detectives led you outside the office. 

Chief Hartley asked you in a whisper. "YN, are you sure you can identify them? You're positive it wasn't Cotton Weary?" 

"Yes, I'm positive on both but not by name. I know what they look like but I don't want to alert them by searching." 

Richards urged you. "YN, neither do we but you need to at least give us a description. We are professionals;  we'll keep it discreet...YN...If you're hiding something, you're only hurting yourself and your friends in the long run." 

You bit your inner cheek in thought, fighting yourself before sighing and nodding. What did you have to lose? They were getting bolder and you narrowly escaped death today. You had to try something...Anything.

You sighed before nodding your head and finally talking. "Okay...One was very tall with blonde hair, a nose bridge piercing, a lip piercing and eyebrow piercing...The other had dark hair and a long thin scar on his right cheek." 

The detectives gave you a hopeful look. "That...

Is going to make our job a lot easier and faster." Andrews gave. Richards mumbled to you. "Don't worry, we will keep an eye out without alerting attention." 

You turned to them. "You have to come to me before arresting anyone." 

The Chief huffed. "Young Lady, I think we can do our jobs." 

 "No, you don't understand. They are not your average crook. If you arrest the wrong guy and they see that you're looking; I'm dead." 

They all exchanged looks before the Chief finally relented. "...Alright. We'll have you identify the suspect before making an arrest."

"Thank you." You softly gave as the detectives led you out. The minute your feet touched the steps, the media descended upon you. The detectives pushed them away as Cotton strolled up behind you as he exited the station. 

"Hey, YN. How 'bout a picture to get the press goin? Gonna be a lot of buzz after all this. Might be the last chance-" 

Richards shoved him away. "Get out of here. Now." 

Cotton looked offended at the shove. Starring the detective down before cracking a smirk. "Alright. Suit yourself, YN." 

You watched Cotton get asked questions by the press and smiling broadly. Loving every second of attention. 

You turned to the detectives. "I want to go find my friend Randy. I need to talk to him. He's in the courtyard with Dewey." 

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All three of them stood up, looking around as if Ghostface was going to be right there. Randy gripped the phone tightly as Dewey urged him to keep talking before running away with Gale.

Randy's mouth hung open as Dewey and Gale left to split up. He covered the phone to hiss at them. "Hey! There's only three of us; don't ever split-...Up." He deflated as it fell on deaf ears.

He blinked before trying to act casual as he started nervously pacing with the phone in hand. "Uh...Hi...So uh...How's life been for ya?" 

"Not very good, Randy. How's yours been dodging knives and bullets? Constantly looking over your shoulder knowing your time is up?" 

"Not great. This has been a shit day." Randy gave in a jokingly pleasant manner as his eyes scanned around the park...Looking for any sign of Billy or Stu. "So uh...What's your favorite scary movie? Isn't that what we ask here?" 

"You'll never find me." 

Randy huffed, trying to be brave. Trying to not be the terrified teen boy he was two years ago. "Yeah, what do you care? Let them run around and have their fun...So, uh...What's up?" 

He saw Dewey and Gale looking at everyone on the phone as a suspect. It was an idea; what if Billy and Stu had help? 

"What's your favorite scary movie?" 

"Showgirls. Absolutely frightening...What's yours?-" He saw a girl mumbling on the phone and jumped at her to see she was just a normal girl talking. Randy gave an apologetic look and kept walking. 

Randy looked around himself frantically. The adrenaline getting the better of him. Trying to see someone with a voice modulator in their hand. Hoping to find Billy or Stu or even someone helping them. 

"Wait. Let me guess. The House on Sorority Row?...Dorm that Dripped Blood?...Splatter University?...Graduation Day?...Final Exam?...Come on! Give me something to work with after so many years of this crap!" 

Randy whipped his head to everyone on a phone but no sign of a mask or his two old classmates from High School. "Am I close?" 

"Closer than you think." 

Someone collided with Randy's shoulder and he yelped. Just to see a guy catching a football rush past him.

"Too slow, Geek..." 

Randy felt anger slowly replacing the fear as his adrenaline was skyrocketing. 

"Do you want to die?" 

"Is that the best you can do? God, you had two freakin years to perfect your craft and it STILL is the same generic bullshit you hear in some cheap B lister from the 80s...Get new material. " 

"Why are you even here, Randy? You'll never be the leading man no matter how hard you try...And you will never get the girl." 

He felt a sting in his chest at that remark that made him clench his jaw. Especially knowing it was Stu or Billy saying it. 

"FUCK YOOOUUUU!" He drew out low in his throat.

"Were you crying? You look like it. Was it over her? She doesn't want you, Geek. She wants that strapping Derek Feldman. The one with looks, a future...An actual man. Not some little wimp that can't even face his own fears without trembling...No wonder she wants him. Not you...Never you...She chose murders over you in the last movie...Maybe she will again? Maybe it's Derek? Wouldn't that be deja vu? Regardless, she's going to run right into his arms while you bleed out." 

It hurt. Every word felt like he was shot in the chest for a second time. He didn't want to think you were involved. The idea tore him to shreds that you were playing him for a fool like Billy did Sidney...He felt devastated that he was being played. But then he remembered your eyes and the way you looked at him. He saw the look you gave. How upset you were to see him upset. He saw the tears in your eyes and the soft tone you used. He saw how you seemed ashamed and repulsed when talking about what Billy and Stu did.

And he remembered one thing about you that made his heart twist with guilt but also gave him hope. 

'YN's a bad liar. She can't lie for shit...She was being honest with me. She may have been tricked but she's not involved…' 

The thought made him realize he needed to see you as soon as he could and make amends. Even if it didn't end in a kiss like he wished for, he would accept a hug and tell you how sorry he was. That is, as soon as they lured the killer out and settled this once and for all. 

The voice interrupted his thoughts. "What's wrong, dead boy? Scared that you're dying as the annoying sidekick?" 

"Oh yeah? Well, let's redirect here. Because at least I still have a chance after this shit is settled that you'll NEVER have again...Even if I don't. She cares about me as a friend..You don't have too many friends, do you? In fact, you have no one but each other. Must suck ass at Christmas time, huh?" 

Randy continued, pacing the length of the van with a cocky smirk. "Ya know what? I took rejection hard but not like you. You are the epitome of a sore loser! I got rejected, I got hurt, you don't see me wielding a knife and cutting people because I had a bad day... She had a normal fucking life, we all did until Billy Looney and Stu Muncher just had to go and fuck it up." 

The other line was eerily quiet as Randy felt a surge of defiance rush through him. Finally able to get this off his chest.

"While we talk about it; let's dive into that, shall we? Since Stu supposedly died in that fire; let's  discuss. Where to start?...Oh yeah, I know! Stu was a pussy-ass, wet rag that had one brain cell working at all times and Billy Loomis??-Billy Loomis? What the FUCK!? What a rat lookin, homorepressed, mama's boy! Billy; the Jason Dean wannabe that had more mommy issues than Norman fucking Bates!" 

Dead silence was on the other line as Randy gave a triumphant grin. "That's right, I said it assholes! You can chew on it! Why don't you aim higher and start playing with the big boys, huh? Because if this is all you got; you're gonna lose-" 

Randy trailed off, realizing he was breaking a rule...Turning his back on an enclosed vehicle or door or window. Killers usually didn't strike during daylight. But something about being away from people and secluded near closed doors had him bristling. 

He whipped around in time to see the van move and a door rip open.

"Oh fuck-" 

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"Where are they? Randy said they'd be here...Oh, wait. There's Dewey...And Gale." You mumbled. Trailing off as you saw them searching for something, or better yet, someone. You felt uneasy at how frantic they looked as Dewey spotted you. You all jogged to meet each other halfway. Both were sweating and looked anxious.

"What's going on?" Andrews asked as Dewey continued looking for someone as he spoke.

"No time. We got a call from the killer and they see us. Right here, right now. It can be anyone here!" 

Richards and Andrews looked around themselves as Gale mumbled. "Hey, where's Randy?" 

Your eyes widened. "What? What do you mean 'where's Randy'!?" 

"Look, we split up-" 

"Shit." You cussed under your breath, instantly rushing away before Gale could even finish her sentence. Cupping your hands to call out to him. "Randy!" As loud as you could. Running and searching for him as the detectives trailed behind, calling out to you to slow down as you ignored them.

You may not trust the rules but you watched enough horror movies with Randy, Billy and Stu to know the one that was missing was almost always dead or in serious danger. It felt like pins and needles from your feet to spine as your nerves reached an all time high. 

You urgently whipped your head in every direction, yelling for him as a million awful scenarios ran through your mind. Most including Stu or Billy eavesdropping and knowing he liked you. Sending them into a jealous rage, or at least, getting rid of Ray for the same reason they got rid of Tatum...Easier access to you. 

You looked away from the park to see him on the phone pacing and yelling. You breathed a momentary sigh of relief as you made your way over to him and he seemed to not even know you were there. You wanted to apologize for everything you said or how it came out. Even if you weren't entirely in the wrong; you still felt awful. You didn't know if there would be a future with him but right now you had to let him know that it had nothing to do with him personally. That you weren't involved and that you cared more about him than you ever would Billy or Stu. You had to try and convince him. You knew that if they ever tried to kill him like they did Sidney; you were taking the shot or letting someone else. Randy and Dewey were your top priority with Hallie, Derek and Mickey close after. Right now, you had to go to him and make amends. 

Your stomach dropped when you were within earshot of Gale's news van that he was standing near. You saw Randy's face fall...It was for a split second before he whipped around as the news van opened and a pair of black gloves grabbed him.

"RANDY!!" 

You sprinted, not even feeling your feet hitting the ground under you. 

You watched him try to dig his heels into the concrete but lost balance. Being dragged in as he gripped the door frame. You saw his face contort in pain as they stabbed him in the back and he lost his grip.They tried to slam the door as his leg caught it. You descended upon the van right when they got him in kicking and fighting. They barely closed it in your face as you heard him release a cut off cry of pain. You wasted no time trying to rip the door open. The door wouldn't budge...Locked or jammed as you desperately jerked at it. 

"RANDY!! HANG ON!" You yelled as you tried prying at the passenger door...Locked. The van rocked violently as you heard Randy struggle against the killer inside. 

You gasped as Randy's body collided with the window. Shattering it.  You only hesitated a mere second before you saw an opportunity. You elbowed the cracking glass with your jean jacket on right when you heard the detectives yelling at you. 

The glass shattered all around you as you reached in and grabbed a hold of a black cloak. Right when Randy released a sharp gasp as the knife stabbed into his chest. You jerked the killer's cloak, pulling them towards you as they turned the knife on you through the now open window. You yelped as you protected your face from an incoming knife and their knife jammed into the side of your forearm near your wrist. Dangerously close to a major artery.

For a split second, time froze. The stab felt like a sharp pinch followed by numbness...You locked eyes with the killer. The sun making the mesh eye covers visible. 

You stared in utter mortification at dark brown eyes glaring back at you....There was no mistaking it. You saw first hand who it was. It was his eyes without a shred of a doubt.  

The knife was ripped painfully out of your arm. Feeling the cold metal rip through tissue as a strangled cry escaped you. It felt like it was on fire. You tried punching at the masked face with your good arm. When that didn't work you stared furiously trying to get the door open from the inside as the killer went to stab Randy again.

"YN! GET DOWN!" 

You heard Richard's and compiled as the killer jerked their head up to see a gun aimed at them less than 10 feet away. They ducked as bullets were released and you were crouched on the pavement, covering your head as blood dripped down from your arm onto your face. You heard the passenger window shatter as you hugged the ground as low as you could. You knew he was a good shot being a trained cop...You prayed you'd stand back up and see that damned mask with a hole through it. 

Richards cursed and put his gun down as they raced towards you. You stood back up as you saw them approach. Your stomach sank as you looked back into the van to see Ghostface was gone with the driver's door open. Leaving Randy to bleed out on the floor. Richards had his gun ready, muttering a code to Andrews before chasing after the killer.

"Fuck, Randy! Hang on!" You cried out. Frantically reaching in to fumble with the door handle. It was jammed from equipment being thrown in the way. You pushed it over and slid the van door open, rushing in to get to Randy. 

Andrews stayed back a moment as Richards rushed after the killer, gun ready. Andrews rushed into a walky. "Suspect in pursuit. We need medical help here at Windsor Park near the cafeteria building." He ended it and looked at you. "Stay here! We're going after him." 

You quietly released a small sob and urgently nodded. Hoping they shot them a million times for what they just did. Your arm didn't even hurt now, too hyper focused on Randy's blood soaking the carpet beneath you both. 

It was worse than Tatum...Tatum was already dead. Worse than Sidney...Sidney died instantly and there was nothing to be done. As you crawled over to Randy, you saw him gurgling and coughing up blood.

"DEWEY!! SOMEONE HELP!!" You screeched out the door, your voice cracking as you grabbed his hand. "Come on, Ray. Ray, come on, hang in there!" 

His breathing was labored as you ripped your jacket off to put pressure on the wound gushing on his chest. He was having a hard time breathing and the tears were flowing freely from your eyes.

"DEWEY!-" 

"I'M HERE!...Oh geez, Randy!" He exclaimed, crawling inside to help you put pressure on the wound. He fumbled inside his jacket for bandages. He soon shook his head as he heard Randy's breathing stop. Gale and Joel stood outside, watching. 

"YN...He's not breathing-" 

You didn't even let him finish. Instantly crashing your lips to his to breathe into his mouth. Silently devastated that this was the closest thing to a first kiss he got from you. You breathed into his mouth and did light chest compressions. Trying to get his heart to keep pumping.

"Come on! Randy!...Dewey, help me!" You coughed out in-between sobs and Cpr. 

Dewey fumbled at first but helped. Putting pressure on his chest as he wheezed and took in a jagged breath. He blurrily looked over at you. Choking on his own blood as his hand tried reaching for you. You grasped it and shook your head at him. Throat burning and a pitiful whine escaping you. "I'm sorry, Ray. I never meant for you to get hurt or to hurt you. I'm so, so sorry. Please, hang on!-" 

Richards and Andrews came back to the van sweating and agitated.

"He got away while shooting at us. We think he escaped somewhere near the backlot...Damn it!" Richards slammed his hand on the vans frame in frustration as Andrews called in again.

"Where's that ambulance? We need medical help here right now!" 

A female voice spoke on the other line. "On its way, rounding the corner of Fifth Avenue." 

You forced a wobbly smile as you stared at Randy's blue eyes. Tears in them as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He was losing color fast.

"See? They're so close, Randy!...Randy?" 

You saw his eyes start to fade...The same way Sidney did. "DON'T!" You wailed and started cpr again as Dewey kept pressure.

Dewey begged under his breath. "Come on, kid. Stay with us!" 

You had no idea how long it was. It felt like 30 minutes went by when you knew it was less than 3. He was still taking ragged breaths as you finally heard sirens. However, the breaths were more shallow, gurgling and not as frequent. He was slowly choking on his own blood with a collapsed lung. His warm blood gushing out onto your fingers as one hand was keeping pressure on his chest and the other held his hand...Your face twisted in agony as his grip was slipping.

You shook him. "Randy, they're here! Stay with us! Stay with me...Come on, Ray!"  

You stopped breathing yourself when he took one last sharp inhale before his chest stopped moving completely.

"RANDY!!" 

You felt Richards and Andrews pull you aside as EMT'S quickly got him but you saw he wasn't breathing. You wailed to the top of your lungs as Dewey got out as well and Gale rushed over to him. Clutching him as Randy was put on a stretcher and you saw them stab him with a needle before trying to work his chest back into rising. Everything felt like a blur as you saw his unblinking eyes staring up and he was quickly shoved into the ambulance with the EMT's slamming the doors shut.

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[kirieshhhka003]

Hi! So, I just read one of the prompts you did with diavolo x fem!reader and i loved it. It was really good!

Can I ask for prompt 110 " for your safety I'll be gentle" or 34 "I'm afraid I can no longer remain professional" (or both, your choice) with Bucciarati x fem!reader, please? 🤗💕

Omg omg omg, I had this idea sitting in my brain for a long time, you are a blessing!!!

Prompt 34: I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional

Pairing: teacher! Bruno Buccellati x fem! student! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, teacher/student dynamic, school sex, fingering, corruption kink, dirty talk, loss of virginity (?, with fingers, does that count?)

Professor Buccellati lets out an exasperated sigh, trying his best to keep a calm friendly expression in his handsome face, and you can’t help but look coyly at your knees, fingers fidget nervously with the hem of your skirt. He’s been trying to explain you this topic for half an hour now, man has tried every way of elucidation his mind could produce, but your brain stubbornly refuses to assimilate information that teacher gives you

Brunette takes off his glasses, massaging the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index fingers, his pretty eyebrows are knitter together

- Okay, don’t worry Y/n. I see that you understand this topic but you just need some time so your brain can process all the information. That’s enough for today, go and get some proper rest, - your teacher says, closing the book laying in front of you with a soft flop

You look at your teacher, disconnect glimmer in your eyes:

- No, signire Buccellati, I need to work more! I’ll have my first final next week, I can’t just sit around waisting my time! - you reply, hint of complaint in your tone. Brunette just sighs heavily, his eyes wander all over your sulky pretty face

- Y/n, I can see the dark bags under your eyes, when did you sleep properly? - man inquires, looking sternly, but still with a hint of softness in his gaze, like if he was scolding a toddler for their little mischief. You don’t find what to answer. But really, when? You can’t even remember the last time you slept over 4 hours

- That’s what I’m saying. Don’t overwork yourself, you need to relax. I’m sure that you know everything, and I know that you’ll do great on your finals, so get your mind off school for a little bit. Go to the caffe with your friends, watch some anime or what do teenagers do now? - professor says, making you smile at his last words

- I just can’t make myself relax. I’ve tried so many times, but none of my attempts worked. Even when I listen to music I subconsciously start to reiterate all the formulas. It seems like I’m slowly going insane. I just don’t know what to do to distract myself from studying, I’ve tried literally everything I could, - you confess quietly, suddenly you feel pity on yourself. Slowly losing your mind because of preparation for final exams - definitely not the life you wanted

Brunette stays silent for almost a minute before letting out a sigh, his voice drones on, cutting through the silence of the classroom

- Well, I have one idea on my mind, it may help, - man says in appealing tone, you raise your eyes from your knees on the man sitting next to you, your sight full of attention and hope

- Really? - you ask, note of disbelief in your voice makes older man smile placidly at your reaction

- Yes, but I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional with you then, - man replies, watching intently at your reaction on his words. You only nod aggressively a few times, ready to pick up on everything your teacher will say

You don’t understand much what’s going on when your teacher tilts your head by your chin to face him, the next moment his plump lips are pressed gently against yours, man’s hot breath tickles your cheeks. Your eyes widen and you bleat in protest, but signore Buccellati hushes at you, pulling back a little

- That’s okay Y/n, that’s part of the plan. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna work, you want me to help you, don’t you? - brunette utters hastily and his deep calm voice works wonders, turning you into a putty goo in brunette’s arms. You only nod silently, the expression on your face is kind of bewildered, bright blush adorns your cheeks. That makes your teacher smile with the corners of his mouth, his warm hand that was holding your head by the chin now caresses the side of your face

- That’s my good girl. So just trust me and try not to make too much noise, okay?

Your lips meet again, but this time the kiss is way more ardent and passionate. Professor Buccellati parts your lips with his tongue, shoving it inside of your mouth, trailing it along the raw of your teeth. You whimper quietly at older man’s manipulations, you put your slightly sweaty from nervousness palms on brunette’s shoulders, squeezing them faintly, eyes are shut tight, eyelashes flutter against your cheeks

Professor’s free hand lays atop of your thigh, gently tracing intricate patterns on your skin, causing goosebumps to rise. You rub your legs together feeling heat starting to gather in the bottom of your stomach, all the debauched sounds that your mouthes do turn both of you even more

- Sit on the desk, - your teacher rasps and you’re quick to obey, doing as you’re told and sitting yourself on top of the desk you’ve just sat at. Signore Buccellati soon splays your legs wide, nestling himself between them. Your lips meet again in a wet sloppy kiss, brunette’s hands roam your body, paying special attention to your breasts and hips

Older man leaves trail of kisses leading down to your neck, his lips softly caress your skin leaving you a whining mess in your teacher’s experienced arms. He unbuttons your shirt just enough to reveal your breasts, shifting your bra up a little to free your tender tits. Soon his lips play with one of your sensitive nipples, making you blush even harder. You nibble down on your bottom lip trying to suppress all the cries and whimpers coming from your throat, you subconsciously start rocking your hips upwards, trying to grind your groin against your teacher

Bruno’s hand makes its way down to your throbbing sex, his fingers glide slowly on your soft pussy covered with already dampening pink fabric

- Such a good little girl, already all wet for me, - professor Buccellati murmurs against your ear, his voice is velvety deep, you can’t help but open your legs wider giving man full access to your body

Your hands that were previously gripping on teacher’s shirt come higher, timidly embracing signore Buccellati by his broad shoulders. This bashful gesture makes man smile softly, he leans forward in your touch and your nuzzle your face into his neck, the sweet smell his perfume makes you feel even more dizzy

Professor nudges your clit through the fabric of your underwear, forcing thick mewl to escape your lips. He hushes at you softly, soothingly rubbing your lower back with his other hand

- Principessa, you gotta be quiet. Otherwise we’re gonna get caught, and that definitely won’t end up well, - teacher explains and you only nod at his words, nibbling harder into your bottom lip. Man places a quick kiss on your temple, his hands ruck your skirt up and you can feel his fingers hooking the elastic of your panties, tugging them down, easing your underwear down your legs, taking pink garment off of your body

Air of the classroom feels cold against your now exposed slicked folds and you unconsciously try to close your legs, but professor’s slim body between them doesn’t allow you to do so. Brunette’s index and middle fingers glide over your naked cunny, his touches are so light that you can barely feel them. You whine protestingly, bucking your hips upwards to feel your teacher caressing you properly

Signore Buccellati takes pity on you, finally giving in, his fingers part your slicked folds, making you shiver slightly. His thumb traces around your needy clit a few times before gently rubbing it, making you tighten your grip on his shoulders. Man presses his lips against your neck again, littering your skin with small kisses. Your back arches at the feeling of professor’s long finger carefully sliding inside of your virgin pussy. You let out a sweat moan, your toes curl at the newfound feeling of fullness and you cling on your teacher so desperately

Buccellati starts moving, burying his finger to the hilt in your velvety heat, and then fully slipping it out of your body, and then everything repeats. His lips find yours, capturing your bitten mouth in a deep fervid kiss to which you respond eagerly. Man puts his free hand on your shoulder, pushing you slightly, making you lay on the cold surface of the desk

Now professor’s strong figure is now crouched over your trembling form, he places his hand on the desk next to your head propping himself up, while the other one works in between your thighs, pleasuring your stressed tiny body. Signore Buccellati’s face is just in a few inches away from yours, he looks intently at you, reveling in your every smallest reaction, exploring every pretty feature of you. Soon his eyes stop right on yours, making an eye contact, what causes you to blush even harder

You feel your teacher slowly adding second finger, breaching your tender cunny, making you squeal beneath him. His digits stretch your inner walls, setting your mind to the state of euphoria. Professor’s fingers find some special place inside of you, rubbing it with every experienced thrust, all while his thumb works on your clit. Your eyes roll into your skull, and you’re just about to cry out your teacher’s name but you quickly shut yourself up, slapping your hand over your mouth, muffling drooly moans

A shiver runs through your body at the feeling of signore Buccellati’s fingers curling up inside of you. Tears of pleasure run down your temples, getting lost in your hair, your thighs start trembling as you feel warmth suffusing you. Professor quickens the jutting of his hand, slamming his fingers in and out of your needy body

Pleasure comes in waves, crashing over you like a tsunami. You bite down on your fingers, trying your best not to moan as professor works out your orgasm, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers praises and sweet nothings. Your free hand grips on teacher’s shoulder, probably crumpling his navy blue shirt up, but both of you could care less

Professor doesn’t slip his fingers out of your quivering cunny, gently massaging your inner walls as you slowly get off your high. When your brain finally comes back to work you look at your teacher’s handsome face, his lips are curved into satisfied leer as his ocean blue eyes look hypnotically at you, hint of mischievousness sparkle in them

Well, signore Buccellati sure did help you to take your mind off of school

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

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[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Let the Stars Witness

Okay okay holy— omg I did it! My first request and from an admired writer of mine no less!

From @kim-monsterlings : Hi and welcome!! Really looking forward to seeing your work! ~ If you would, could I request some form of friends to lovers with an orc? (Prompts maybe like, "you deserve better.") Thank you! <3

Since it wasn't specified on what their genders are, I hope your okay with what I went with! And I kinda trailed off from the prompt (or rather it's different but similar)

Anyways you'll know when you read!

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Pairing: Male Orc (Duruk) x Human Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: None.

•

"You know, I never thought I would be friends with anyone here, especially with someone other than my, well, species," you tell your companion, your eyes not leaving the cloudless night sky as you lied on your back on the roof of his house. The stars were out tonight.

If you told your younger self that you'd be having great escapades (if running away and getting into a series of trouble fall under that) with an orc, you would most definitely cry your eyes out because you thought were being teased, taking it as a hurtful comment. You were sensitive like that. Part of the reason why no one would even go near you, afraid they might hurt you with a pat on the shoulder or with one word alone. You became the prime target of bullies, finding twisted amusement at your pathetic reactions. A crybaby, they called you. But it wasn't your fault you didn't have much control over your emotions. You were weird, asocial, timid, maybe even depressed. Having a neglectful family didn't help either, it just worsened.

•

The morning you met Duruk was after the orientation. And it was not so good for a first impression.

Long story short, you cried.

But since you're perhaps curious as to what happened exactly, let's elaborate.

You had your headphones on, the melodic sound of gentle rain played in a 3-hour loop and blocked out other noises, your eyes glued to the path you were on. You took long and hurried steps, wishing you could teleport to your classroom and hide in the back, disappear or become invisible.

You were distracted, or should we say, focused on the ground and expecting everyone to step aside and let you through.

Well, except for the one who had his back on you.

You crashed—not an exaggeration— into something- someone massive. You stumbled back and landed on your bum, wincing from the impact. Luckily, your headphones were safe (ah yes, priorities), detaching from your ears and landing on your shoulders. When you looked up to see who it was, you thought your eyes were gonna fall off, grow little legs, and scamper away.

Before you stood an orc, halfway turned to glance at whoever it was that tried to push him, his sharp tusks jutting out from his maw. His brows were furrowed as he looked down on you. Sure, he wasn't as tall as the orcs you've seen around the city and campus but still was over 6 feet, with muscles thicker than your thighs, easily hulking you.

You tried to get out an apology and run as far as you could go, but you just sat there, frozen as you strained your neck to meet his gaze, you couldn't look away. Your heart was trying to claw its way out into the surface.

Then you felt the tears swell up.

They cascaded down your face before you even could stop them.

The orc's eyes widened at your reaction and crouched down to your level in an instant that he almost fell over. His hands hovered, not sure what to do.

"Hey, hey, please don't cry. Please don't—"

"I-I-I'm re..really s-sorry p-please don't hurt m-me..." You managed to choke out pathetically, hiccuping in every word.

"Shhh now hey, it's okay. It was an accident— what? No! Why would I do that?" he replied. The orc peeked over his shoulder and to the sides. "Let's get you to somewhere, uh, less crowded," he added. You turned your head and saw that you had an audience, whispers went around as they sent pitiful and disgusted glances in your direction, only making you cry even more.

He proceeded to unceremoniously lift you into his arms, bridal style, and dashed away. You gripped the front of his shirt and shut your eyes. You were trembling now, scared of what he might do to you. How could you even fight back with your small stature?

It wasn't long until you felt him slow down and placed you carefully on a bench. The orc knelt in front of you, brows scrunched up as he studied your face.

"You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

You didn't reply, only staring at him through your glassy eyes as you heaved.

You flinched when his hand started rubbing your back, his other hand placed on the side of the bench to balance himself.

He continued to caress your back and murmured soothing words in hopes of calming you down.

Your tears didn't stop falling until moments later when you came down from your initial fear, the warmth of his palm leaving your back once you did. All the while the orc remained where he was, at a loss of what to do next.

You rubbed your sticky face with the collar of your pale and blotchy crimson sweater, sniffing and taking slow, deep breaths before you spoke.

"I... I'm sorry for causing you trouble. E-Even going as far as to take me somewhere quiet. I...appreciate that." You thought you'd pass out with the way people gathered around you, it was suffocating. "Thank you..."

"I panicked," he started, "Sorry—I mean, it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. I get that a lot of people run away from the sight of me, but you didn't, and just froze there on the ground so..." he shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck.

You shook your head. He was such an imposing figure to many, their first thought was most likely to get away or scream at him.

"You looked angry... When I bumped into you." You slammed into him actually, but he didn't budge an inch. Guess it was one-sided.

"Oh, that? Well, my brother scolds me a lot for having such a grumpy face, scaring humans away. Like he was the one to talk when he's taller and bigger than me! People would faint on the spot when they see him, I bet!"

The image your mind conjured up tore a laugh out of your body, two orcs arguing about how not to terrify people at sight was damn hilarious. When was the last time someone made you laugh like this?

The orc grinned, your reaction a contrast to that of earlier.

You opened your mouth to say something but the ringing of the great bell resounded, cutting you off. The two of you stood up as you realized you were late for your first class of the school year.

"So, uh, what now?" you asked.

"How about we go to our class, then maybe meet up later? Oh, fu— my mother will gut me— I haven't introduced myself!" He blurted out, his voice making you yelp with the sudden outburst.

Clearing his throat, he reached out, "I'm Duruk."

In turn, you gave him your name, taking his hand and smiled. "Hello, Duruk."

•

True to his word, you met again later when lunch came. The cafeteria was packed so you settled on getting the convenience food they offered and eat somewhere quiet.

Your conversation that day spiraled when you found out the two of you had a lot in common. From your favorite rock band to your favorite flavor of ice cream.

You both strongly agreed that vanilla ice cream was superior.

You agreed to meet up during breaks, always having something to chat about.

Eventually, you became inseparable.

He even changed and transferred to your class just so the two of you could be together at the start of the day rather than walk half of the campus to see each other every time.

You became best friends, sharing each moment in school, may it be helping the other stay awake in a boring class, or copying homework when one of you forgot to do it. Soon enough, Duruk started inviting you to his house to hang out. He did mention he had four other siblings, but he lived alone. You came by almost every night and on whole weekends to escape from home, only a few miles in between. No one would notice you gone anyways, but you returned around midnight, not wanting to impose on Duruk no matter what he says, so he walks you back instead.

You basked in each other's company. The odd and scrutinizing glares didn't go unnoticed when you two were together, but you shrugged them all off.

It didn't take long before you started having feelings for the orc, a little wishful thinking that you could be more than friends. You noted lately that his touches would linger seconds longer than usual, hugs and even a hand on your shoulder and back seem to be warmer and —you dare say— affectionate. It weighed heavily on your heart, your simple crush turned into something else, and it only grew with each passing day, and every laugh you shared.

But of course, you swatted those away, buried them deep inside every damn time they climb back up. Who could even love you? Yes, you have Duruk, he likes you, you think. But that's the end of it. Just close buddies. You can't take the risk of ruining your friendship with him and make things awkward with the only one you had! What if he stops talking to you, weirded out by your confession? You don't want to go back to being alone again, your heart can't take the rejection that came with it.

So you endured.

•

A little over five months ever since the embarrassing accident, here you are now, stargazing with your best friend.

"Well, good thing you didn't watch where you were going that time then," he says, chuckling beside you. His hands cushioned his head against the hard surface. "I wouldn't have..." he trails off.

"Hm, what?" you ask. Duruk went silent and didn't answer you for a time. You were about to let it slide but then he breathes in audibly.

"I wouldn't have met an angel if you did. Should've caught you in my arms, but sadly I didn't move fast enough." He replies, his voice deep and mellow.

You straighten up and turn to face him, your brows shot up, incredulous to what he just implied.

"W-Wait. What?" you squeak, your heart thumping hard in your chest, your skin warming up even in the chilled night air.

Is he—

"You're so cute, y'know that? Fuck it, it's all or nothing," he whispers under his breath as he sits up to face you. His expression was unreadable, but you see in his mahogany eyes a familiar glint of determination. "I'm not good with long-ass speeches so I'll make this short," he breathes in before he continues, "I feel something for you, for a while now, more than a best friend does, like...in a romantic sense. I want to cherish you and hold you in my arms every time I see you, I- ah fuck- damn it I just—" he growls, "I love you, so much and if you don't love me back then please re—"

You shut him off with your lips against his, Duruk's tusks pressing against your cheeks as you held his face in your hands. He was stunned for two solid seconds before returning the kiss, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you close and into his lap.

You feel something wet roll down your hand and you immediately jerked back to see his face. The orc was crying.

Did you do it wrong? Were you so terrible at it—

"I don't deserve you... A monster like me doesn't deserve an angel like you."

Where was this coming from??

"Say that again, I dare you."

"I don't de—"

This idiot!

You pecked his lips to cut him off.

"You big dummy," you begin, "I love you too, idiot. You may be a monster but not what everyone else defines you as. I love you as you are. You're my best friend, and dare I say my l-lover now. Is that right...?"

Duruk gives you a small, gentle smile, "If you'll have me, then yes, for as long as you want me to be." He says, sniffling a sob as a couple more tears tumbled down his rugged face.

You never thought you'd see him like this. He was the one who kept making you laugh with his stories and terrible jokes. Before you, in your hands was someone vulnerable, his eyes soft and fond as he gazed into yours.

It made your heart pound and it hurt.

You leaned in and he met you halfway, kissing once again, deeper and more intimate this time. Real. You brought your arms around his neck, your tears spilling out and he tightened his grip around you. It felt like a dream, too good to be true, but the way he hugged you like you were the only thing that anchored him in this world made you believe it wasn't. All of this was real and you couldn't be anymore happier.

From above, the glittering stars, the light gentle as they shone, bear witness to two freed hearts, bottled up feelings gushing out like a broken dam as you embraced one another and lost yourselves in the moment of bliss, cheeks stained and clothes lightly damp from the tiny rivulets of liquid that dropped down.

It's a lovely night, isn't it?

#athenawrites #my writing #exophilia #monster lover #orc lover #orc x human #monster boyfriend #orc boyfriend #orc x reader #monster x human #requests #fiction #terato #romance #monster romance #orc

[vannahfanfics]

Hewwo!! So I found this Rarepair heaven, and absoLUTELY fell in love with it! So much so that I decided to request something for the first time ever! I'm sorry if you're not taking requests right now, its totally fine if you ignore this forever, but...but..would you mind doing a BakuJirou fic? It could be about anything and everything, but I really need some BakuJirou fluff to blow my mind right about now! Thanks in advance!!

Ahhh, thank you for the praise, Anon! Thank you for your patience; here is your BakuJiro story, and I hope you like it enough to request again sometime!

Urban Harmony

The rain drummed rhythmically against the sloped roof of the bus stop booth. Through lidded eyes, Kyoka watched the water stream down the frosted glass sides; the sparse light played across the running water, making rippling ribbons of white dance across her form. They frolicked over the cozy fabric of her knitted gray sweater before jumping down to the denim of her ripped skinny jeans before diving down to her Converse, where puddles of rainwater were beginning to accumulate from the day’s torrential downpour. 

Most people would enjoy the pattering of the rain, the squeaking of the tires against wet tar, and the humming of the car engines blending into a strangely soothing urban harmony. However, Kyoka preferred her own soundtrack to her daily grind; her earbuds were nestled snugly into her ears pumping heady rock music into the canals. She bobbed her head to the beat, mostly oblivious to the people trudging by clutching their umbrellas and splashing the puddles with their rain boots. Sheltering from the rain while listening to her favorite music had a certain catharsis to it, one that was making Kyoka sleepy and slightly wishing for time to stop for just a little while. 

The harsh scrape of sneaker soles against wet concrete rose above her music, prompting her to tear her gaze away from the hypnotizing waterfall-like stream of rain cascading down the glass wall of the bus stop. A boy was trudging toward her, his arms buried in his hoodie pockets and his head hunched down. A backpack rustled on his back, looking laden with books. He lacked an umbrella, so the rain beat down upon him with a fury, soaking the red fabric of his jacket a deep maroon. As he glanced up, she could see vermilion eyes peeking out below sodden ash-gray bangs. 

They were more mesmerizing than the falling rain, and her heart fluttered. 

“This seat taken?” he grunted, speaking loudly to overpower her earbuds. Kyoka shook her head firmly and slid to the side of the bench to give him more room, or maybe to push herself as far away as she could from his intimidating aura. The boy plopped down on the bench and dropped his book bag on a dry patch of concrete with a weary sigh, leaning back and stretching out his legs just enough to not be obnoxious. As he tipped his head over the back of the bench, Kyoka watched the rise and fall of his breaths with pinkening cheeks, swearing she could see the muscles rippling beneath the fabric. 

“Fuck,” the boy groaned, not aware that Kyoka had turned down her music to listen to him. “Shoulda checked the weather forecast today… I’m gonna be pissed if my textbooks are soaked.” He leaned forward to unzip his bag and rifle through it, checking their condition. Kyoka curiously craned her head to peek, growing impressed when she spotted large law textbooks in the gloom of the back. She jerked when he abruptly zipped the backpack shut and tossed a glare at her, his red eyes flashing. It wasn’t malicious, though— more like amused. 

“Nosy, aren’tcha?” 

Kyoka ignored the barb to swiftly reply, “You study law?” 

“That’s right,” the stranger said as he reclined back against the bench, nestling one arm behind his head while the other fished in his pocket for his phone. “I’m a first-year at the university down the way,” he explained with a nod of his head in the direction from which he’d come. “My apartment is pretty far, though, so I have to wait for this goddamn bus.” Kyoka snickered at his brusqueness, watching in curiosity as he unspooled his earbuds from around the phone and shoved one deep into his ear. He left the other dangling, implying that he was at least mildly interested in her. She decided to oblige his silent invitation. 

“I go to that university too. I study music.” 

“In theory or in practice?” 

“Practice. I’m a singer and guitarist.” 

He whistled appreciatively, his red eyes flickering to her for a moment before looking back down at his screen. He pressed a button, then frowned, jabbing at the screen with his thumb. He then ripped the earbuds out with a growl. 

“Pieces of shit… They’ve gone and died on me,” he muttered, squinting at the earbuds as he held them up. He flung them into the nearby trashcan and flopped back against the bench, radiating irritation. Kyoka fidgeted next to him, a blush rising to her cheeks alongside a ridiculous idea, but her tongue ended up acting on it anyway. 

“Um… The bus is gonna be a while, so… You could share my earbuds if you like,” she offered meekly. The red-eyed boy glanced at her critically, looking her up and down to study her as if she were suspicious. After a second of contemplation, he shrugged and scooched closer to her; as their legs brushed, Kyoka’s face grew a whole shade darker. Her fingers trembled as she pulled the earbud out of her ear and held it out to him. She hoped he couldn’t feel her quivering when their fingers touched for the briefest second as he took it and jammed it into his ear. Kyoka switched her earbud to the opposite ear before pulling up her music playlist, leaning in to show him her phone screen. 

“I’m not sure what kind of music you like, but, you’re welcome to look.” 

He wordlessly took her phone to scroll through the options, eventually settling on a soft rock song. Kyoka took her cellphone back and held it to her chest as the music began to slow from the tiny speakers, accented by the pounding of the rain in her opposite ear and the silence growing between them. 

“You’ve got good taste,” he remarked after a minute. She looked up with a slight gasp to see him staring out at the road, eyes lidded as he watched the cars trundle by. “So, what do you want to do with your degree, Earbuds?” he asked, looking out of the corners of his eyes at her. She flushed at the sudden nickname and squirmed in her seat, gaze dropping. 

“My mother and father are both retired musicians who own a record label and instrument design company. I’d like to become a performer myself, but if that doesn’t work out, I can take over the business.” 

“Well, at least you’ve got a back-up plan. You look too smart to be some starry-eyed girl who swears she’s gonna be the next big thing,” he smirked, and Kyoka smiled thinly, unsure if it was a compliment or an insult. Sensing what she was about to ask, he smugly puffed out his chest and announced, “I’m studying law to be a prosecutor. One day I’m gonna become the most famous and feared attorney in all of Japan.” 

“You’re the one who sounds like a starry-eyed girl dreaming of being the next big thing,” Kyoka laughed, making the boy look at her with an indignant chuff. As she snickered, holding her curled finger up to her lips, the tension slowly melted from his body. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, crossing his arms and looking back at the road. “Laugh all ya want, but it’s the truth, Earbuds.” Looking at him, at his confident posture and cocksure smirk, she could believe it. He seemed like the type of guy to chase down his dream and wrestle it into submission no matter how many obstacles were thrown in his path. 

“Kyoka,” she corrected him after a bit of silence, making him look at her with a raised eyebrow. “My name is Kyoka.” 

“That so, Earbuds?” Kyoka had to smile at his complete indifference and insistence upon calling her the nickname. She liked the familiarity of it, though they were no more than strangers who’d met at the bus stop. “My name’s Katsuki Bakugo. Nice to meet you, or whatever small talk bullshit you’d like me to spout.” Kyoka giggled; he really was an asshole but in the most charming way. He was doing it on purpose, too, based on the smirk dancing over his lips. 

“I’m not into small talk,” she said with a small smirk of her own. “I much prefer the rain.” Katsuki snorted, then leaned his head back against the bench to stare out into the street. The both of them watched the rain pour from the heavens, soaking up into the sparse bits of grass lining the sidewalks to flood the soil into little lakes. It slicked the road, causing the car tires to squeal and fling water as the vehicles trundled down the road. Passersby scurried along hoping to escape the deluge before it got worse, the lucky ones huddled underneath umbrellas or clad in rain jackets. The rain drummed in the background of the soft rock drifting out of her earbuds, peaceful and soothing. 

She found her eyes drifting to Katsuki. His vermilion eyes were lidded as he stared out into the street, and his cut jawline shone with the rain still drying on his skin. His ash blond hair was clumped and poofy from being under his wet hood. He looked roguish, but handsomely so, and it made Kyoka’s heart pound. She gripped her phone tight, but insodoing she accidentally brushed her thumb across the screen and skipped the song. 

“Yo, what the fuck?” Katsuki griped, making her jump. “I was listening to that.” 

“S-sorry.” 

Katsuki peered at her with scrupulous eyes, making her squirm uncomfortably. 

“Come on, Earbuds. I’m not that intimidating, am I?” he asked with a huff. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and cheeks in his hands. Kyoka flushed in embarrassment, wiggling a little on the seat. 

“It’s not that, necessarily,” she said and chewed on the inside of her cheek as she ruminated on asking him for his phone number. I mean, he’s a handsome guy! I’m single, he… might be single, she debated. Kyoka hadn’t hadn’t dated much, as no boys had ever really caught her eye, but Katsuki just… felt right. Deciding there was no time besides the present, she quickly forced out, “It’s just that you’re really nice-looking, ya know? That unnerves a girl.” 

Katsuki stared owlishly at her for a second, surprised by her admission. Then, a wicked smirk spread across his lips, his ego skyrocketing at the compliment. 

“Oh? Aren’t you forward?” he chuckled. His wet clothes squeaked a little as he slowly straightened up. While maintaining eye contact with the blushing Kyoka, he reached out to take her phone with her. She could only watch, heart thumping, while he put his contact information into her phone. “Lucky for you, I like that in a girl, so I’ll humor you,” he said while continuing to smile smugly. He all but flopped her phone back into her hands, but she was so high-strung and stunned that her fingers only twitched a little around it. 

He then looked out into the street as headlights spilled around the corner, refracting on the water and making the street look like it was covered by glittering diamonds. Finally recovering some neuron function, Kyoka realized that it was the bus. Katsuki looked back to her, smirking. 

“So, you mind sharing your earbuds with me a little while longer? Least you can do, considering I’m probably gonna take you on a date,” he said playfully. Kyoka’s cheeks lit up like Christmas lights, hot and cherry-red. Still, she nodded meekly, not wishing to abandon Katsuki’s company just yet. The rain would continue to fall for a while yet, after all…

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

#bakujiro #bakujirou #bakugo x jiro #jiro x bakugo #jirou x bakugo #bakugo x jirou #kyoka jiro #jiro kyoka #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia

[slashxrose]

•Slash Imagine ~

Name: cannot resist you.

Posted on: Wattpad (user: Slashxrose)

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talking, gagging.

Narration: first person.

Summary: you couldn't wait till Slash stops working, everything you wanted was him between your legs so you try to caught his attention until he couldn't resist you.

Narrator:

The click of her heels perks her husband's ears up with instinctive interest, but nothing else as he focuses on the task at hand. It's now late at night and the need for him to be in bed next to her is unyielding.

I saunter over to Slash for the third time tonight, my hand skimming the edge of the mahogany while observing his taut posture. I watch as his hands go to work, admiring the sinewy dance they make. The veins atop his hands scatter throughout, his tendons flexing as his wrist flicks while writing. Wear and tear decorate his hands beautifully, showing his proud age with scars and wrinkles. Long, masculine fingers grip the white and gold fountain pen I gifted him with such elegance, it almost makes me jealous of the pen. The gold adorning his fingers glistens under the only light source in the room, a stained-glass lamp on his desk.

Slash's eyes slyly shift over my form as I marvel at his hands, observing the lack of clothes I have on. My body is on full display under a sheer black babydoll set. White-hot arousal rises from his gut to his chest as he rakes over my bare breasts, honing in on the hard peaks of my nipples. Lower and lower, he inspects the translucency of my panties, he can see everything. He inhales irritably, wishing I wouldn't be right in front of him looking so appetizing when he has work to do.

"I'm busy," he says sternly, without looking at me.

My husband knows where this is going and in the back of his mind, he doesn't care. Ignoring his statement, I maneuver into his lap so that I'm facing him. He sighs as he has no choice but to look at me now. Nostrils flaring, eyebrows scrunching, he scowls me with another elongated sigh.

I situate my center over his crotch and his heart rate speeds up. Slash quickly pushes my torso against his own, almost as if he's trying to hide my face from his view. My head rests against his shoulder, unable to see his face as the hand at my upper back tells me to stay put with a strong force. Wrapping my arms around him, I hug him tightly while my hips start to slowly rotate over him. Immediately, my breathing is heavy against his ear, the blissful friction sliding across my clit, is amazing even over the thick material of his pants.

Slash gulps and fixates on a sentence he can't seem to read, too engrossed as he can feel how wet I am with the glide against his clothed cock. Gasps turn into low moans, my lower half rubbing him faster as he hardens underneath my barely-there panties. My slick splits my folds, causing the thick of him to nestle between my inner labia.

"But I want you." I say in a whisper.

His broad chest heaves, his breathing becoming heavy. My breasts squish against him, every inhale and exhale are felt with immense detail, and he can't help but be absorbed in it. Slash's brown eyes snap up to the chiming clock above the door ahead, signaling midnight has arrived. Stress plagues him all the while I'm taking it away. Time continues to slip his grasp, as does the pen in his hand. Clearing his throat, he tries to carry on with his efforts.

But I lean back and hastily unzip his pants. My meek hands reach beneath his boxers, feeling his hotness before pulling him out. Hot and hard, his thick cock stands with a curve in my hand. Resting at a high position, I hold him still while nudging away my panties. Slash rolls his full lips between his teeth with anticipation of what's to come, desire riddling his entire body. Rolling my hips upwards, my clit skims the ridge lining the underside of his length before I glide back down with the innermost wetness of my pussy.

"Oh, my damn god." I moan, clutching onto one of his shoulders tight to maintain stability.

Now breathing out of his mouth, he lets out a whisper of a groan as I paint his cock with my essence. My hand begins to massage his swollen tip, spreading the leaking precum. Shutting his eyes, he savors the sublime attention of my slippery fingers and wet pussy.

With a higher ascend, I suddenly spear myself on his shaft with a penetrating whine. Gravity pulls me toward his base with a sting to my stretching walls. The wrinkle between his brows deepens with a clench of his jaw, his eyes rolling back as my sweet pussy consumes him. Raising my hips to lessen the pain, I shallowly ride him until my wetness coats him enough to slam all the way down. Slash grunts and nearly abandons his pen but doesn't as he knows it'll be the end of this facade he's trying to maintain.

I work him up into a blazing abyss while he tries to use his resolve to persevere. The tip of his cock nearly hits my cervix with this position, filling me to the brim. The steady bounce I'm maintaining have me moaning in his ear, gradually unraveling by the second. His cologne invades my senses while burying my face in his neck, inhaling the thrilling scent with each intake of air. Panting, I cling to him with my tired legs, trying to wrap around him as I rock against him.

"Fuck babe, I- shit-" He moans out loud.

Each time I rise, my insides feel an emptiness I can't bear until the mighty stretch of sinking down gives the divine satisfaction of being full of him again.

"You like being a sluty girl for me, huh." He keeps moaning as he grabs my ass. "Feel how your cunt begs for my cock."

On his end, the heavenly scorch of the inferno that is my hot, wet, velveteen walls squeezing him feeds his carnal desire to penetrate me with control. Slowly, his hips start to buck upward, chasing the feeling of my saturated plushness. My high-pitched mewls indicate me impending release, the pulsating beat inside me becoming more frequent with each plunge.

"S- Slash, daddy...." I pule, the look on my face is grave as I pull back to look at him.

Seeing such desperation in my face makes him drop his pen without a single thought. Slash grabs my hips and lifts me to roughly slam up into my drenched cunt. Hissing, he eagerly leans back and devours the small contortions in my face. The pleasure between both of us increases tenfold as he controls the pace with my body and the power of his hips. Sure, I could ride him the whole night, but with Saul Hudson, it's an entirely different type of gratification only he can deliver. Slash drives into me like rapid-fire, ceaselessly slamming through my fluttering walls.

"What a desperate little cunt you have here," he says through clenched teeth, leching at my straining hole with a cocky tilt of his head. "Sucking me in like you can't live without my cock being buried inside you," he says with such poise it makes me lose it.

My jaw gapes open, letting out waves of wails that coax a vicious, almost painful speed of his hips. As my body recoils and quivers, my insides squeeze him.

"You're really cumming over that?" He roughly growls, his own orgasm hitting him. "Is my wife that much of a whore?" He snarls, his rough mouth intensifying my releases.

The tightness around him brings his release head-on and he sharply grunts before exhaling out a drawn-out groan. A hot rush surges through his shaft, resulting in thick strings glazing my insides. With impossible brute force, his hands clench around my hips hard enough to leave marks while pounding his spurting cock upward. Rolling waves of hot bliss wash over me as my cling to his solid body, the air being knocked out of me from his forceful thighs banging against me.

"Bab-e" the moans do not stop coming out of my mouth.

With a slight sneer to his mouth, Slash captures my lips in a fervid kiss, one that cuts my voice short. Tongues openly swirl around one another, moans and groans mixing in a harmonic cacophony.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna cum.... shit." he moans against my lips.

Sighing heavily through his nose, leftover jitters jolt his body with the last remnants of his orgasm hitting him. My walls gradually relax around him, hugging him while thick fluid flows from the junction between our bodies. Clutching onto him, I lift off him and feel as empty as ever without him. Standing on wobbly legs, I struggle to stand on the stilts of my heels. Warm semen seeps down my inner thigh, prompting me to look down at it. Slash catches the liquid with a finger, swiping it up as more drips down. Just the feeling of the pads of his fingers near my center nearly makes me topple over.

"Clean this mess," he orders, offering me his glossy fingers.

I gaze at him while opening my mouth, his fingers gliding to the back of my tongue. My lips close around his digits as his finger pulls out. Smiling, I lean over to kiss him but he stops me with a finger on my lips and a raised eyebrow.

"Did I not say clean this mess?" He repeats pitilessly.

I look down at his still hard, glistening cock as semen pools around his balls and trickle down his pants. Immediately, I sink down to my knees between his legs, licking my lips as I inspect the immense girth of him. Gingerly grabbing his base, my eyes snap up to his before licking collecting the hone he so graciously is giving to me with a fat stripe up his tall length. Slash's nostrils flare in arousal, watching me lick up his seed like a glazed candy. Even though it's bitter, it's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted as I see that he's enjoying himself.

The drip of his seed between my thighs distracts me every so often as it coats my skin in a glassy luster. My lovely tongue peeks from my lips tantalizingly as it slithers around the fat veins of his cock, smoothing over them deliciously. Reaching the tip, I lick the small slit at the top, collecting even more of the tasty liquid. While keeping his semen in the back of my mouth, I continue slurping up the mess all the way down to the bottom.

My husband lets out a hiss as my tongue cups one of his balls, softly sucking it into my mouth. A deep pinch between his brows appears and the muscles framing the back of his jaw flex as he pushes his hair back, revealing more of his handsome face. Almost breathless, he watches my mouth at his balls with an expression that spurs me on. With the acidic fluid now gone, I can't help but keep licking him until my lips reach the tip. I wrap my lips around the sensitive, swollen head and suck harder than he'd like, making his hips jerk up. He groans and snatches me by the hair, lifting me off him.

Leaning forward, he moves close to my face, tilting his head mockingly at me.

"I don't think you're in a position to toy with me when you are my toy babe," he muses, placing a finger over your closed mouth.

Slash grabs the frame of my jaw roughly, wedging his index and thumb between my teeth from the outside so my mouth opens. He smirks triumphantly seeing his release in my mouth.

"Swallow me," he orders.

I swallow the bittery goodness and stick my tongue out to show off my compliancy. Slash smiles, reclining against the chair and pulling my hair at the root. Jerking my face closer to his cock, he smashes my lips to his length before forcing my mouth over it. I whine as his cock drives through my parted lips, the fleshy hardness of it hitting the roof of my mouth. My brows scrunch while trying to not gag around him as he pushes me halfway down.

"I know you can take it all with that expert mouth of yours," he croons, holding my head down until he feels my throat open up for him. "That's it, my girl, my babygirl."

His thickness penetrates my throat and I concentrate on breathing properly without gagging. Bobbing my head atop his cock, his fingers tighten in my hair with each thrust, getting lost in the feel of my mouth and throat. Slash's eyebrows quirk up as my moans pitch higher, wondering why I'm enjoying this more than usual. Through the gap between my mouth and his cock, he can see that my pussy is still oozing his cum. With a smug grin, he moves his leather loafer below me, raising the tip of it to skim my drooling center. Gasping, I moan against his cock as he rubs my clit against his shoe.

"Nasty girl, getting turned on by her husband's shoe," he sneers, pushing me further down his cock until my nose is buried in his black pubes. "Does my cock taste good knowing my seed is spilling from you?" He growls, increasing the pace of my head.

I whine, his cock muffling my voice. Tears begin to break the barrier of my lashes and stream down thickly, making for a wonderful view of my struggling face. He rubs my pussy tauntingly slow, patting my entrance with a vile gush. Though he's teasing me, he's ultimately riling himself up further as he twinges in my throat.

"Since your little pussy can't keep my seed in, I think I need to refill it again, tesoro," he coos, pulling me off his cock with a nasty pop.

Strings fall down my chin, my lips glossy and my cheeks full of tears. I nod and he smiles warmly through the heat of his impending release.

"But you have to promise me that you won't bother me again like this if I do," he says.

"Okay, daddy." I reply.

Slash smiles, helping me up with attentive hands, and in the back of his mind, he knows full well I'm lying. Picking me up and placing me atop his desk, he hikes my right leg against his torso with my heel cresting his wide shoulder. Leering brown eyes roam my filthy thighs while curling a possessive arm around my thigh, dragging my bottom to the edge of the desk. My palms splay on top of the desk beside me as I sit up, wanting a good look at him while he plows me. The tips of his fingers slip a bit, prompting him to delve his fingers deep into the flesh of my inner thigh to keep a strong grip over me. Standing straight, the desk is a perfect height for him to align his cock up with my entrance without having to dip his body low. My other leg rests against the wood, bent with an inviting spread to my legs.

I stare up at him with wanting eyes and he can't help but fall deeper in love with me with that expression. He lays the curvature of his cock against my slit, making me moan before moving back his hips. With the head of his cock trailing lower to my hole, he slams into me with a roll of his eyes. His cock glides in with little to no resistance as the mixture of fluids in me make for a sensuous massage. I squeal, my hands nearly slipping from the powerful thrust. Placing his free hand on my other thigh, he grips it hard before pulling out and driving back in. My little whimpers turn into hiccup moans, tears quickly returning to my lashline as he hits me deep. Slash loves the fact that he can control the pleasure in me, experience with each thrust as if he has my emotions in the palm of his hand.

"This is what you wanted? Honey." he mumbled.

"Not enough, I need more daddy." I faced him

His features quickly hardened.

"You need more? Okay sweetheart, you're gonna have more so."

Gritting his teeth, he watches me spread around him as I did earlier, this time though, he's quicker than ever as he nears his release. Strands of his bangs fall back down to his forehead, leaving his hair perfectly messy with each undulating sway. Tip to base, he makes me feel every detail of him, sinking into me so deep he brushes the crest of my cervix.

Oh god.

The thick veins coiling around his cock beat in tandem with his heart, his cock head throbbing and leaking profusely with precum. Ducking his head low, he rests his forehead against mine, his nose rubbing the side of us as he fervently fucks me.

"Squeeze me like you always do babe," he growls, placing a thumb over my clit and rotating. My walls instantly tighten and he groans needily. "Just like that, you're perfect," he says hastily, giving me his all.

Striking my bottom with his hips with a loud clap, he pounds into me vehemently, relishing in the sweet squelch between my legs. Parted lips meet in an opened mouth kiss, one that is lazy as the two of us begin to swiftly unravel. The tips of my tongues twirl together hotly before he retracts his muscle earlier than expected, his breath labored as his hips move on their own.

"Gonna stuff you full with my seed," he mumbles through clenched teeth.

Slash slams against me with a terrifyingly crash, jolting my body within his tight grasp. The urge to fill me is strong and so he snaps into me ferociously, ejaculating inside of me once more. His cock pulses inside of me with a coaxing sensation, drowning me in a wash of bliss. His thumb relentlessly rubs my clit through his strenuous efforts, wanting me to have the utmost pleasure imaginable. Wrapping his arms around me, he desperately hugs me to his body as he can barely pull out of my rippling walls, eager to stay buried inside me. With each thrust, he hisses sharply, sensitive, and in awe of how I can just disarm him so easily just by coming into his study.

He swallows thickly before holding me and crashing back down in the chair as it creaks loudly.

"I don't think this chair is going to last if we keep this up," he chuckles gruffly, idly skimming my back with his fingertips. 

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Our Doll 8//fighting in the sky

B.Barnes x S.Rogers, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Series Synopsis | After the events of the horrific past, y/n Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have finally admitted their feelings for each other. But is life as an avenger whilst dating two super soldiers any easier than anything y/n’s experienced in the past?

sequel Series to Their Doll

Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing, threesomes, drug usage/substance abuse

Chapter Summary | the Sokovia fight ends a little...differently.

Warnings | violence, blood, bullet wounds, death, swearing

A/n | This is a sequel book/series to my fic Their Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just before AOU in this book. Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Bucky was still on the floor, y/n crouched at his side with a hand cupping his cheek and a concerned look dancing across her eyes. She'd got him propped against a table leg nearby as he'd groaned and winced with pain, flesh hand covering the wound in his shoulder as his breathing got heavier.

Whilst y/n made a fuss, the argument continued and got heated. But she refused to leave him, so much so that when Steve tried to check on them she told him to deal with Tony and that she had Bucky. Or even when Thor arrived, ready to set her dad's plan in motion, of which he did. So now, there was a floating, living computer less than two meters away as Bruce tended to the wound.

They were going to find Ultron tomorrow. Save the world, etc etc. But for now, y/n was much to concerned for her boyfriend who she knew would've healed completely by the end of the hour. Steve knelt down beside her, taking a hold of y/n's free hand and placing a gentle kiss to it before offering her a smile.

"How're you doin', buck?" Steve said softly, looking into the super soldier's cerulean eyes. The brunet offered him a small smile, lips tugging up.

"I'm doin' okay, Stevie." He hummed, before his lips were smothered in a sweet kiss. Y/n still felt a tingle of warmth run down her spine every time she saw them kiss. It was passionate, despite lacking lust in the current situation, and still made a weak pang of arousal crawl down y/n's spine.

"I love you two, so much." Bruce had retreated by this point, so only y/n, Bucky, and Steve were left sat on the floor. Both men before her smiled widely, and Steve leant to give y/n a kiss to the forehead.

"We love you too." Bucky said, and y/n nodded with a tear in her eye. "We'll survive this; we always do."

...

When the cobbles began splintering, and the ground began shaking, and the buildings began crumbling, all I could do was gasp. Sharp and quiet, the sound barely reaching the ears of those around me as I froze in place from where I'd been ushering a group of children towards the bridge.

We'll survive this; we always do.

Then followed the screams. Shock, fear, pain. The beeping of cars, shattering of glass, clanging of metal, thudding off rubble. Even as those around me fussed - backed away from the edge - I stayed frozen. Eyes locked on the earth we were leaving behind, ears perked at the sound of snapping metal and breaking rock. We were going up, and there was nothing we could do about it.

"Sokovia's going for a ride." FRIDAY's voice echoed through the comm, but the words barely fell on my ears as I remained locked, paralysed.

"Y/n!" Sam's voice ripped me from my trance, his slender arms wrapping over my shoulder as he knocked me down just in time. We rolled onto the floor, his wings breaking our fall against the stone and cocooning us. The sound of an explosion pulled my head up, Clint stood facing us with his bow out - no arrow loaded.

My eyes drifted then, settling on the shards of metal around us and I figured out what happened.

"T-thanks." I mumbled, grabbing Clint's hand as he offered it.

"No problem. Now get you're head in the game, y/n. We're really gonna need all the help we can get." Sam replied, expanding his wings again before he was in the sky above us.

"You okay?" Clint asked, brown quirked. I brushed my arms off, nodding slowly to the man. "Okay."

I sighed out in relief, kicking at the metal before me before shaking my head and putting on a brave face. I took off, running towards a scream I'd heard.

"Stark you worry about bringing the city back down safely," Steve's voice rang in my ear, "the rest of us have one job: tear these things apart. You get hurt, hurt 'em back. You get killed, walk it off." I let off a laugh, pulling a knife from it's sheath at my thing and raising my arm, pressing the blade into the robot's head and smiling at the cracklings sound of it shutting down.

"Nice speech, Stevie." I chortled through a smirk and Bucky chuckled. The woman before me strangled away and I watched after her before taking off again.

"Is he always so bossy on missions?" Bucky pondered and Sam's laugh could be heard through my earpiece.

"Yes he is." The Falcon sighed, and I could tell Steve was rolling his eyes with that ridiculous, toothy smirk.

"Remind me to punish you when I get home. Both of you." Steve sneered playfully and Tony gagged. Nat laughed.

"Ew. Please don't talk about your sex lives through the comms." Clint jeered disgustedly.

"Whatever you say, Captain." I smirked and Bucky chuckled again.

It was awhile before anyone spoke again, all wrapped up in crushing the robots. By now I'd found Bucky, and we fought back-to-back as Sam and Rhodey cleared the skies. Bucky held a gun in hand, shooting mercilessly at the gadgets as I threw knife after knife, never even missing once.

"Hey, Doll?" Bucky shouted over the noise as I sent another knife flying into a head.

"Yeah?" I called back, letting out a grunt as I rolled out the way of a bullet.

"D'ya think your powers work on these things?" Bucky asked again, turning around and shooting the one that still had its sights on me.

"Thanks. And I don't know, I haven't tried."

"Well maybe now is about time!" I heard steve voice through the comm again. That when I started to hum, that unfamiliar, dangerous tune. Bucky froze in space, gun lowered at we marvelled at the convulsing robots around us. Their heads crackled as spurts of electricity danced around them, before they all simtaneously exploded, pieces of flaming metal sent spinning through the air.

Bucky pulled me into him, crouching down and shielding us with his metal arm as a few stray pieces were sent towards us.

"Well, I'd say it works." Bucky mumbled through a laugh and I joined him, both of us straightening up and running in the direction of where steve was.

"So it works?" Pietro called down the comm, and I shared a look with Bucky.

"It fuckin's works." Bucky smirked before I interjected.

"Kind of. If people are in the vicinity they may get hurt. I'd only be able to use it on a good enough scale if we evacuate this thing." I said and Tony scoffed.

"What do you think we've been doing?" There was a silence again after that.

...

"Hey Steve!" Bucky yelled, waving the to blonde super soldier as he turned around from where he was stood beside Nat.

"Glad you like the view Romanoff. It's about to get better." I came to a halt at the sound of Fury's voice in my ear. Bucky stopped beside me, both of us only a few feet behind Nat and Steve as the whirring of Bucky's arm filled the silence.

Then we saw it. The ship rose gracefully through the clouds, big and glorious and full of the promise of victory.

"Fury you son of a bitch." Steve clipped and I heard Bucky's low chuckle from beside me.

"Oooh, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I found myself laughing to at Fury's comment.

"This is SHIELD?" Pietro asked, entranced as he walked up beside us.

"This is what SHIELD is supposed to be." Steve affirmed and Pietro's smile just grew wider.

"This is not so bad." The lifeboats began landing, pulling up to the edge of the rock before Steve was barking orders down the Comm again.

"Let's load 'em up." So that's what we did.

...

It was so close. We were so close. Barley any civilians remained, the last of them just getting onto the last of the lifeboats at the moment. The plan to take out Ultron was in play.

Me, Pietro and Clint were the only avengers in the area, about to get on life boats ourselves when a woman began begging and crying.

"Her son isn't here. We need to find him." Clint mumbled quickly as he walked passed me, hand wrapping a round my bicep and pulling me with him.

"Well where could he be? We've looked everywhere!" I explained in a whisper, eyes wide with fear. I didn't like the idea of anyone dying by our hands, besides those horrid, evil robots.

"I don't know, just-" Clint cut himself off, his jittery eyes landing on the boy as he struggled and shouted for help. "Wait here."

And with that Clint was sprinting off, leaving me stood only a few feet from the edge as Pietro made sure everyone else was safely on the lifeboat.

"Shit." I murmured, reaching for a dagger, but my fumbling hand couldn't find one as I say the robot stagger towards Clint and the boy. "Clint!" I shouted, finally finding a knife sheathed in my back pocket and letting it slide from my hand, the rigid metal burying itself in the thing's skull. It shut down immediately, dropping to the floor. Clint raised an arm in thanks, quickly turning back to the boy to lift him up.

I found myself laying behind a nearby piece of rumble before I could make sense of it, winded and groaning as I peered over at the sound of the gunfire.

Where had it come from? The last of them should be dead now. My thought were racing, horrified. But it didn't compare to my disjointed scream. The blood staining Pietro's back was seeping, leaking onto his shirt as he swayed, his faint voice making the sob catch in my throat.

"You didn't see that coming?" My eyes drifted to the sky, the ship nearly out of my reach and the bottled, bubbling anger surfaced again. Only this time, I didn't let it simmer back down again.

We'll survive this; we always do.

The sound that tore from me could barely be described as a hum, let alone a song as the pained sound channelled through me.

You didn't see that coming?

A burst of light, a spark that set fire into a rapid succession of aguish; agony. A wave that knocked everyone to their feet, pushing Steve back as he ran towards Clint, who was hunted over Pietro's limp body.

Don't turn your back on me!

Lifeless, the bodies that sunk into the seats behind me enticed gasps from Clint as he slowly stood, eyes locked on the sight over my shoulder.

I love you two, so much.

I turned with a horrified, disgruntled noise. One of shock, pain, fear, guilt, dread all mixed into one horrid, ugly noise.

Ultron has won.

And maybe he has, because the sight before me  was not one of victory. He had succeeded in some form, no doubt. The wing of grey soaring past me causing me eyes to narrow, and my heart to shatter.

This is what SHIELD is supposed to be.

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