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diggykit-kat · 2 months

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𝑫𝒐𝒈𝑫𝒂𝒚 x Reader Pt.3

Although it was out of character for him to do such a thing, you wrote it off...he's still a good person...right? There was nothing wrong with it, you just forgot about it. You needed it in order to survive, right?

It was late and you've been doing well. DogDay made sure to feed you a large amount of the strange meat. Its taste grew on you, despite it coming from a possibly dead fucking body.

You lay in the den, your back up against DogDay's leg. He plays with your hair and makes sure to keep you safe from the entities outside of this ‘safe zone’

"Little Angel...I have a question. Do you have family that's looking for you right now?" he asks while brushing his hand through your hair. It felt nice. He continued to stroke your hair, letting you rest in his grip.

You looked up at him and said “No, I just came out of thin air, and pop I’m here! Matter of fact I am not even excited” You snickered

DogDay gave you a quick smirk. "Smart-aleck, hm? You know well that's a lie. You never talk about your past. Your past that involves family...friends...I don't know, it's like you just want to pretend it never happened."

“Oh, I don’t want to hear you talk after the whole ass MEAT incident. I don't hear you going around and saying, ‘Well I just gave a human another human!”

Your words stung DogDay. The dog growled "Don't you even dare say that. I'm only doing this for your safety. Do you know what would've happened if I let you starve out there? You'd have died like the rest. You would've been torn to literal SHREDS by the Mini Smiling Critters...you'd have died horribly. I'm trying to keep YOU alive, doll, and that's the truth."

…you open your mouth to say something before dropping it and shrug “damn- well I can’t say anything to that. Fuck.”

DogDay nodded and kept petting your hair. “I know what i do looks horrible, but I'm the only one that wants to keep you safe. Everyone else just wants you dead. I’m doing all of this because I care. I’ve never really cared or liked anything else in my life, but with you…it's different. I…I care about you. So much, and I can't let you go.”

Your jaw drops “YOU CANT SAY THAT TO A FUCKING CHILD! You know how wrong that is. Never tell I child that, Jesus Christ!”

"I don't care." DogDay spoke softly again, his tone was full of remorse. "I don't care what anyone else thinks. Because at the end of the day, I'm the only person that you're stuck with. I don't care if it's wrong. Don't you see that I care for you more than anyone else? I'm all you've got...that's a fact."

“Damn you can’t gaslight anyone these days” you muttered “I had a whole thing going” You sighed and crossed your arms

He laughs and keeps stroking your hair. "I know, aren't I cruel? So awful, right?" he chuckled, seemingly enjoying that you were getting annoyed. He sighed. "But...you have to realize, you are stuck here. I've kept you from danger and kept you from dying. And I mean...you do like my cooking...right?"

“I mean I tasted better in the school cafeteria” you whisper

DogDay's head snapped towards you suddenly like a predator. "You...what did you say?"

Before you could even open your mouth there was an ungodly sound, like bones rubbing together…CatNap.

DogDay froze, his ears and tail dropping. You could see him shaking like a leaf. CatNap was here. "...stay as quiet as you can..." he whispered

You nodded and followed along with DogDay

You hid in the closet...hiding behind the coats in it. In just a few seconds, the door flew off its hinges. CatNap appeared in the opening of the doorway. His body was covered in blood...some fresh, others dried, and some...rotting. "There you are, DogDay...I see you're hiding." CatNap's voice was warped and twisted into an evil mockery of a normal person's voice...like a psychopath.

CatNap raised his hands and laughed evilly. "I heard you two talking...don't you dare think I wouldn't stop by. You're such a predictable creature DogDay...and you...little child"

You scoffed “Hey I'm pretty tall for my age you Pussy!”

"Pussy? Oh...oh how sweet. That's cute. Do you really believe that I'll take offense to that? You have a lot of balls, little child."

You gasp and cover your mouth “Ooo he cussed”

DogDay yells “NOW IS NOT THE TIME ANGEL”

CatNap sniggered and looked down at DogDay. "Oh, you're actually protecting her? Now that's a first for you. I wonder how she'd taste...just a taste would probably do..."

DogDay snarled “Don't you go near her you baste-”

CatNap's arm shot out, wrapping around DogDay's throat. He tightened his grip. "You're protecting a human...after I told you to take her out into that warzone and let her fend for herself...you've always been weak. Always following orders blindly, like a puppet, never thinking for yourself."

“DOGDAY!!!” You screamed

CatNap laugh as DogDay gasped for air. "Ah, yes...you're quite loud..too bad your screams won't reach anyone. But oh. I forgot"

You grabbed a broken pipe nearby, swatting his head forcefully as you could with it, cutting your hands in the proces, DogDay gets dropped to the ground as catnap roars, scrambling away “NOW THAT'S A PUSSY!” You yelled

as CatNap ran off you ran over to DogDay who was coughing like he just smoked ten pounds of weed

“DogDay…are you okay? Are you hurt”

DogDay took several deep breaths as he looked up at you. "I should be asking that to you, doll. Are you okay?" then he gave you a small smirk. "You know...I didn't know how you were capable of swinging that thing with such ease...you remind me of someone. You're a fierce little warrior, aren't you?"

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libraryraccoon · 2 months

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UNPOPULAR OPINION : There not enough strong and badass male and gn!reader.

(It's the same for the villain!male and gn reader, there not enough fics about it.)

As a clingy extrovert and nightmare of all the introverts, not seeing fics where reader is a gremlin of chaos is a little sad.

Like, let me be the FUCKING MENACE FOR THE SOCIETY not the victim !!

On my way for writing chaoting male and gn reader rn

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hyperfixiation-station · 20 days

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Guilt-Tripped Pt.2

TW: Canon-typical violence Part 1 part 3 Pairing: Ghostxreader(ish) Summary: The mission does not go according to plan

Wc: 1758 A/N: The fights scenes are fast-paced/rushed intentionally, I was trying to give off the feel of combat, if it did not work please let me know and I'll fix it :)

You were off your game, that much was clear. Not only was this mission located in your mother country, but the base you were clearing was one you had been “trained” in. You were anxious, and you knew Ghost could tell. But, true to form, he did not pry. That was one of the reasons you liked him. Everyone else would have asked questions but Ghost didn’t. He respected your privacy, understood that not everything is meant to be shared.

“Ghost, how copy?”

“Solid. Moving in.”

“Copy.” You unsling your gun from your shoulder, following Ghost into the abandoned building. You cover his six as you clear the building, finger hovering over the trigger of your gun. The ghosts contained in the walls were dogging your footsteps, begging for you to turn and listen to them.

“Again”

“You’ll break them.”

“Only the weak.”

“No, please!”

“Do it again!”

“Do not defy me.”

“Again.”

“Y/N.” You snap back to attention, “Buildn’s clear.”

“Ay. Let’s look for the intel then.”

“It’ll go fas’er if we split up.”

“Ah…I guess.”

“Stay frosty.” With that Ghost heads up the stairs, leaving you to pray he doesn't find anything he’s not supposed to. You take a deep breath and turn away, searching the rooms more intently this time, on the lookout for files and a USB drive instead of hostiles.

The first room has nothing, just some rotting pieces of wood that used to be furniture. Still, something about it leaves you feeling deeply unsettled. You step out and head to the room across the hall, your hairs standing on end. The second room is basically the same, as are the third and fourth. And fifth. And sixth. After the final room reveals nothing, you head upstairs to help Ghost.

The stairs creak under the weight of you and your gear, the sound adding to the already eerie atmosphere. You grit your teeth, forcing yourself to walk through the hallways that haunt your nightmares.

Ghost is in the first room you come to, his face lit up by a computer that somehow is still working. Alarm bells ring in the back of your brain, but you ignore them, instead focusing on the video that is playing.

“Again.”

The video is grainy, but you know the scene well. 3 girls stand side by side, guns in hand.

“Again.”

They drop to the ground, legs swinging around before standing.

“Again.”

They fire simultaneously, one loud gunshot echoing through the room.

“Again.”

“Aga-

The video cuts out, but you still see what happened next.

“-in.” You are faster this time, the girls next to you running out of stamina. You had been at this for hours, a constant stream of crouch, stand, fire, reload. You drop into a crouch, sweep your legs around, and come up, you and the girl to your left firing at the same time. You don’t even flinch as the girl to your right is dragged away.

“Again.”

Crouch, stand, fire, reload.

“Again”

Crouch, stand, fire, reload.

“Again.”

Crouch, stand, fire, reload.

“Again.”

Crouch, stand, fire, reload. And once again, you are faster. The girl to your left is dragged away, leaving only you. Your palms are blistered and your knees are torn open, but you won.

“Y/n.” You stare at the target in front of you, breathing hard.

“Y/n!” You raise your head, searching for the woman in charge of your training. Except the voice calling for you is male, and…British?

“Y/n!” A hand touches your shoulder and you don’t think, just react. Your gun is buried between the persons ribs before your vision even clears.

“Fuck. Ghost I…fuck. I’m s-fuck.” You stagger back, blinking hard as you holster the weapon. Ghost has his own weapon trained on you, though his finger is not on the trigger.

“What in th’ bloody hell was that?” He hisses. You inhale, exhale, and shove your emotion down where they won’t bother you.

“I am sorry.” You say softly, “I zoned out and you…scared me.” He doesn’t say anything in response, just grunts and shakes his head, holstering his gun. You hold your breath as he stares at you with an indiscernible look in his eyes.

“We'll talk when we get t’ base.” He says finally. You nod, fingers trembling as you follow him into the next room. You hadn’t noticed when you were clearing it before but the rooms up here are much more preserved. This room is empty, save for a barre attached to the wall, the one way mirror above it shattered into a million pieces.

The girls dance in unison, repeating the moves over and over and over again. Your tutu makes your skin itch, and your toes are bleeding from the hours of non-stop practice. Still, you don’t complain. Even at seven years old, you know better than to voice your sorrows.

“Good y/n. Again.” Legs burning, feet aching, skin itching, you begin the routine again. You bring your leg up but your ankle rolls, your form wobbling.

“Oh y/n. I had such high hopes for you.” Your body is thrown across the room, stars dancing across your vision as the acrid smell of smoke fills your senses. Wait…smoke?

“Y/n!” You inhale sharply, looking up at Ghost. But he’s not there. In his place is an aging man with a road face and short beard.

“Dreykov.” He’s older, much older, but you would recognize him anywhere. You look around the room, trying to find any sign of Ghost. The simple movement sends waves of pain through your skull, makes your vision blurry. But you've operated in much worse condition before.

“Where’s Ghost?” Your voice sounds oh so far away.

“Hello to you too darling.” You shiver almost imperceptibly at his voice, “Why don’t you use that pretty little head of yours and tell me?” You can barely hear him over the high-pitched whine bouncing around your skull. Oh, right, your ears are ringing. Ringing, why are your ears ringing? You blink hard, taking in your surroundings. The room is filled with smoke, the remnants of the outer wall scattered across the room, the result of an explosion. Something sticky trickles down your face, dripping into your eyes as you put two-and-two together.

You and Ghost had walked into the room, you’d been violently thrown into a flashback, and while you were off in la-la land, Dreykov must have blown through the wall. But that still didn’t explain where Ghost was. You inhale slowly, trying to focus your vision. And-there! You spot a hole in the floor, and the only thing you can think is that Ghost fell through.

Later you’ll blame it your disoriented state for forgetting he was there, but really you just didn’t want to face Dreykov alone. You leave him in the room, leave him to escape with the intel you'd come to collect, and sprint down to the first level to find Ghost. You jump over fallen bits of ceiling, dodging debris as the building slowly falls apart around you.

Ghost is prone on the ground, a Widow prowling around his body. They always did like to play with their food.

Without thinking you launch into the fray, tackling the Widow over his back. It is a short but intense fight, serving as a distraction as Ghost forces himself up. It ends when she throws a sloppy punch towards your face. You grab her wrists, yanking her forward and sweeping her legs out from underneath her. She hits the ground at the same moment you unload your weapon into her chest.

“You always did think you were better than us.” You spin around as you reload, swaying slightly as your vision blurs again. Another widow, one you failed to notice, stands behind Ghost, a gun pressed at his head.

“I did not.” Your voice is calm and even, not betraying your inner distress as your eyes dart around the room as you try to find a way to get her away from him.

“Yes you did.” The widow snarls. She draws another weapon, slamming the butt of it into Ghost's skull with startling force, leaving him to collapse like a ragdoll.

“We were always second best, always the ones punished, always the ones in trouble. Nothing compared to you.” You begin to circle each other, your eyes trained on the gun she has aimed at you. The motion makes you sick, and you can’t hear anything over your focus on staying awake.

You blink, and suddenly the widow is in front of you. Just as she wraps her finger around the trigger Ghost, who'd be faking his apparent unconsciousness, tackles her. You can see how the scene will play out, and it doesn't end pretty.

You throw yourself at the Widow Just as she plants her gun in Ghosts chest, sending both of you flying across the room. She ends up on top you so you buck your hips, sending her flying forward. You're moving on pure instinct at this point, to dizzy to think.

You wrap you arm around hers and swing your leg over her side, using the momentum to flip positions so that you're on top. You draw your firearm, but are a millisecond too slow.

She flings you off, your skull bouncing of the pavement as you fall to the side. You manage to keep a grip on your weapon but God's does your head hurt.

You blink yourself back into awareness, coming too just in time to watch Ghost grapples with the Widow for he gun. Ghost may be good, but the Widow is great.

You are too dizzy too see straight, but that's no problem. The Institute had made sure you could shoot a target blindfolded, so you close your had around your 9 mil, raise it front of you, and fire.

You are awarded with a female cry of pain, a thud, and silence.

"You...solid?" You wheeze, gun still held tight in your hand.

"Aye. Y'...y' no' lookin' t' gud there." You can barely hear him, swaying slightly where you stand. Gods your head hurts.

You step forward, practically collapsing into Ghost. You can feel his heart beating rapidly, and you think he's talking to you, but you can’t hear him. Though blurry, your eyes are drawn to the Widow laying in a pool of blood, her brown hair pillowing her head.

It makes you sad, almost, to see someone who didn't get saved. Survivors guilt is what your court-therapist had called it. You thinks it was a load of bullshit but it's not like...is she moving?

You flip around Ghost without thinking, unloading your weapon on the Widow just as her bullet pierces your flesh.

tbc

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lokalblackie · 4 months

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Imagine y2k earthy black reader just walking into class late. Their uniform altered and their tatties + piercings out on full display.

Imagine y2k earthy black reader getting scolded by all their teachers except Midnight, who applauds their style and sense of creativity.

Imagine y2k earthy black reader sitting down at the lunch table with the Baku-squad casually, as if they were oblivious to all the awestruck stares the students around were giving them. Whether they wore pants or a skirt, they looked incredibly sexy.

Imagine y2k earthy black reader during physical training, their sexy self wiping the floor with their classmates, barely breaking a sweat because "Sweating is for the weak". Don't you know how long it took to look and smell that good?

Imagine y2k earthy black reader getting a particularly high grade for a test they claimed to not have study for. "It's not my fault I'm this smart," they'd smirk confidently as Kaminari leans his head on their shoulder, sulking silently at his own results.

Imagine y2k earthy black reader inviting the class to their crib. Their home was absolutely stunning, like a place you'd find in a Pintrest post. Their room was just the embodiment of their personality perfectly. Posters, figurines, framed photos, other cool shit proud on display and don't get me started on that gamer station...

Yee.

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loudblonde · 9 months

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"A Pretty Bird in a Gilded Cage" John Price x Male Reader

summary: (Y/N) Price, aka Birdie, an ex-MI6 intelligence officer turned spy on British soil gets kidnapped by Makarov's men, all his life falls apart as Makarov has him tortured simply to get revenge on his husband.

warnings: torture, violence, allusion to rape(throw away line it doesn't actually happen,) angst with a happy ending

word count: 2,2K

December 10th, the room was freezing cold and damp, water dripped down the walls as mildew and mould alike grew in the corners, being in this abandoned hellhole was sure to make anyone sick. (Y/N) tested the bonds on the wooden plank he was tied to, they were not giving away enough leeway for them to have underestimated him though he didn’t have a guard on him so they obviously only knew the official story. Retired and injured intelligence officer.

Many people meeting (Y/N) for the first time formed 3 opinions, that he was handsome, that he was capable and that he had Captain John Price fully wrapped around his finger. It was no secret that the not-very-hidden, retired intelligence officer for MI6, was the proud and semi-supportive husband of Captain John Price.

Many people around base knew him as “The Only Man Capable of Making the Captain Relax” or rather, househusband, though what many people, including John Price himself, didn’t know, is that (Y/N) is not retired, he is still very much so active, just not in MI6, instead he works close to the ground as a priced horse, waiting to get kidnapped which had happened two times while Price was away, after all, he had many enemies.

Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairway, and the light bulb hanging a meter from his face turned on, blinding him. By the sound of it, 4 people entered the room, 3 heavy sets with boots on, probably soldiers the size of Simon, if not a little smaller, and one person wearing business shoes. (Y/N) turned his head and looked at them through squinted eyes. “Whatever you want, I won’t give it to you,” He said.

(Y/N) sighed in his restraints, clearly, he was going to be here for a while. There was no window that hadn’t been painted over, letting no light in, it was hard to tell what was day and night but he hadn’t been here for long, he had counted 9 hours so far.

Laswell had either yet to notice the tracker being activated or she was in the middle of an operation that required her focus. (Y/N) didn’t doubt that last one, he knew John was on a mission away, he probably wouldn’t be home for another month or so, maybe more.

“Oh, we aren’t the ones with questions, Birdie.” The man’s heavy Russian accent spilt through, causing (Y/N) to roll his eyes. “But we are here to pretty you up for the pictures we are about to take, your husband will want to know what you look like.” (Y/N) felt a fist hit his stomach, and all the air was knocked out of his lungs, he gasped for breath at the same time a wet cloth was thrown over his face followed by water. “We were told to be… creative with the prettying.”

December 11th, everything was sore, bruised and bloodied. His whole body hurt and he was pretty certain he didn’t have any internal bleeding. He was left alone, his stomach growled for food but he held on.

December 15th, he finally got food, but they were on a jet someplace, they didn’t speak to him the entire time. Everything still hurt but he managed to keep calm. Laswell crackled to life in his ear. “Are you alive?”

(Y/N) grunted out once, meaning yes.

“Good, when you land, gather information, we are already decrypting everything the linefeed is sending over.” She said, her voice was a comforting niceness in the last few horrific days of torture. The com crackled again, signalling she had left.

December 18th, a cold and barren winter morning in the middle of the Siberian taiga forest, in one shitty run-down cold shack, (Y/N) was sitting tied to a chair just waiting for his captors to return, he needed to get information out of them, it would ultimately help his husbands team, these were their enemies.

An icy wind was tearing through the shack, threatening frost burnt appendages and pneumonia. The silence of the forest was torn apart by the sound of a helicopter above them. It landed, whipping wind against the shack, like the big bad wolf blowing down the house of the pigs, (Y/N) wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay without risking his husband finding out.

Makarov was a true scumbag. (Y/N) knew in his heart that he wouldn’t hesitate to dispose of (Y/N) as soon as he was bored off him or he had had his fun. (Y/N) didn’t like either of those options. (Y/N) spit down at Makarov’s shoes though it seemed to only further the man's twisted amusement.

The door opened with a creak, it shuttered against the wall, the wood groaned and the metal creaked further. (Y/N) shivered at the frost-ridden air that entered, each set of feet crunching the snow that had blown into the shack through the cracks of the wood. His hood was ripped off, alongside some hair and (Y/N) stood face to face with Vladimir Makarov.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, unimpressed with the dramatic entrance of the man. “Doing your dirty work all by yourself?” He knew that he should be scared but he didn’t want a man such as Makarov to see his fear.

“For one such as you, yes.” Makarov grabbed (Y/N)’s face and tilted it painfully up, the bones in his neck groaned and the muscles were pulled dangerously taunt, one quick knife and (Y/N) would be dead. “A pretty songbird in a gilded cage. You have such potential and yet… you fail to use it in any way. You were a world-class intelligence officer and now you are but an ant beneath my boot. Your husband has already noticed that you are here when he and his team rush here…” Makarov smirked.

“You plan on killing them in a trap? Use me as bait, that is cruel even for you.” (Y/N) growled out, he let fake hot anger rise up just enough to heat his skin. “You bastard!” (Y/N) hadn’t been sent undercover as many times as he had, without picking up a thing or two. Tears of disbelief and anger welled in his eyes and froze against his skin as they spilt. Shards of ice fell into his lap.

(Y/N) frowned, he needed to get out, these people were dangerous enough as is, they shouldn’t have a hostage for any more than needed. (Y/N) already had gained as much information from simply being close to them, all agents like him had a device embedded under the skin for long-distance download, it wasn’t the safest of experimental devices but (Y/N) was more than ready to do what he needed to do in order to keep the world safe, much like his husband he was no stranger to war crimes.

Makarov chuckled darkly and shook his head. “No, I plan on breaking your mind after they are dead, there is nothing better than having a pretty bird by my side. It would be the biggest disappointment to the Price legacy.”

He let go of his face, leaving behind red marks that would undoubtedly create bruises, it would be hard but not impossible to hide from Price. Makarov took one last look at him and walked outside the shack, a sickening smirk on his face the entire time. He slammed the door with enough brute force to make it hard to open it, the door locked in place.

A small voice in his ear crackled to light. “Need rescue?” It was Laswell’s voice. (Y/N) whispered a no close to his chest and leaned back in his restraints, the sound of a helicopter flying away signalled that Makarov went away again. (Y/N) counted every second until an hour went by, being sure to prepare himself enough. “Don’t attract attention when you leave, we don’t want them chasing you. We are trying to find an extraction point.”

(Y/N) undid the handcuffs with ease, getting out wasn’t as hard as one would think and untied himself. He glanced around outside the windows before snaking his way under the wood in the back. He escaped into the forest safely and didn’t stop running for an hour.

His lungs were on fire, and everything was bruised, beaten and hurt, he was expecting to at least come out of this with hypothermia and that was if he was lucky.

“Laswell, do I have an extraction point?”

“Yes.” A voice cackled in his ear, a much deeper voice that didn’t belong to a woman he considered his sister. It was Price. (Y/N) sighed with a groan. “Two more miles and we are ready to pick you up.” Price sounded pissed though also worried.

“Hello dear.” (Y/N) said, his voice wavering a bit. “I didn’t realise you were in the country.”

“I didn’t realise you have a habit of getting kidnapped in the middle of me being away on a mission.” Price said, considerably less angry.

(Y/N) held his ribs as he chuckled, it sent jabs of pain coursing through him, though he had had worse. “I try not to make it a habit but it’s hard when your husband has enemies. May as well take advantage of the fact I am capable of getting myself unkidnapped.” (Y/N) said as he made his way through the snow-filled area.

“Do you need a medic?” Price asked.

“Not immediately, I may have broken my ribs but other than that I hadn’t been tortured badly enough for me to be in any danger.” (Y/N) replied, his voice somewhat strained. “I can run without killing myself.”

“Yes, I saw that. When were you going to tell me that you hadn’t retired?” Price sounded hurt, clearly at the lack of trust.

(Y/N) sighed, his feet dragging in the snow. “Honey, you and I both know my security clearance will always be higher than yours, I was told to never tell anyone, not even you, ordered. Laswell is barely allowed to know and that is on the basis of her knowing you intimately.”

“Does this happen often?” He asked.

(Y/N) shook his head before realising his husband couldn’t see it. “No, not often. I think this is my third time. Though the hazard pay bump is to die for.” (Y/N) chuckled at his own joke, his husband didn’t.

“How much further?” Price asked, ignoring the dark joke, he was more worried about his husband surviving than laughing at a joke.

“A mile. I will contact you when I get near.” (Y/N) said and they both went silent.

A very brief reunion happened before John almost had an aneurysm. “We need a medic as soon as we land!” He said into a long-distance communicator. “Not hurt my ass!” He hauled (Y/N) into the yet and it took off. (Y/N) sighed in relief as he sank into comfortable seats.

“How long?” John asked as he brought over something to clean the cuts and blood away from him.

“Hm? What date is it?” (Y/N) asked, he was tired, starving and thirsty.

John sighed and started cleaning the wounds. “18th, but I meant, how long have you been doing this?”

“Ahhh, hmm, maybe 8 years now, since I recovered from my injury, mostly I just fuck around in Britain, spying on people there, making certain we aren’t going to succumb to infighting, fucking Tories are making my life a living hell though, all of them are so blatantly willing to become traitors if it meant keeping their wealth.” (Y/N) said. “But I was taken for 8 days this time. I don’t remember how much I have eaten.”

“We will get you checked over and then get you back on food… how have you been able to hide all of this from me?” John asked.

“Honestly, most of the time I am only there for 3 days, minimal torture and bruising, but without the support and with Laswell not present, I couldn’t risk escaping early on, they had no reason to kill me, Makarov wanted you dead and me as a glorified whore.”

John growled out in barely contained anger, his body tensed up at the thought of it. “I will kill him myself.”

(Y/N) placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t you worry your head about it, I am back, safe and your mission is already to kill him.”

“My mission doesn’t matter when he attacks my husband-“ John started, “-who is a very accomplished field agent who despite his career-ending injury still managed to end up being a total badass and escape one of the most dangerous groups of international terrorists right now.” (Y/N) ended, making John smile softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, old man.”

It took a total of 5 days before (Y/N) was allowed to leave the medical ward and another 3 for his husband to stop fussing but (Y/N) fully knew that only happened because he had been called out on a mission and when John returned near dead, (Y/N) was now the one fussing over him and making sure he was healed up nicely after the whole Makarov situation.

While John stayed employed for several years after this, the two eventually both retired, including (Y/N) properly this time, to a small homestead in the Scottish countryside, close to where McTavish and Riley retired too but far enough away to have peace and quiet.

And in the end, their last remaining family members buried them side by side where they would forever rest.

The End.

#cod x male reader #john price x male reader #captain john price x male reader #male reader #lgbt #gay #badass reader

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fandomhopper-shit · 1 month

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Snippets of Ms Steal your girl

#bi-lifecruiser #fandomhopper-shit #lesbian #mean girls x reader #regina george x reader #renee rapp x reader #aaron samuels #oneshot #badass reader

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baohanhanesel · 5 months

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Ghost and Medic GN Reader.

Summary: You are a professional and you know what you are doing. No one ever speaks back to you since you are a chief medic. That, until you met the Lieutenant of the new task force you were deployed to. He too, never had anyone speak back to him before. What a coincidence!

Word Count: 1k

It had been a week since you started your shift in this office. You were the new medic of the Task Force 141 after the last medic had left because of their own preference. You did your job professionally like no other. Always fast, efficient and great with everything you laid your hands upon. You were called the chief for a reason after all. The other medics in the field would look up at you with puppy eyes, wanting to be recognized by you.

You were strict with your duty. Your indifferent and serious nature gave no place to mess up. You had never lost a life in your hands, and you wouldn't lose one anytime soon as well.

Since everyone was aware of your rank in your line of duty no one had ever questioned you or had the guts to push your buttons before.

That, until you met the Lieutenant of the Task Force 141. He pushed your buttons. And you didn't like that.

"You'll have to rest for three days." You told him. Right after you had sewed the gash on his abdomen shut. Your moves were precise and calculated, you knew what you were doing. That wound would need three days rest minimum.

Ghost, however, did not bother to look at you while you talked to him. It was obvious this man wasn't talkative at nature. His cold and strict attire never faltered even when you sewed that nasty wound shut.

"Three days? Just from some little cut? Do you even know who you're speaking to?" He looked you up and down. He wouldn't have none of that. You had to think through what you just told him, there was no way he'd sit back down for three days. He didn't know you and he didn't trust you. Seeing you always having your head up and talking down on him as if he was a rookie... He didn't like you, to say the least.

"Watch your tone, soldier." You reminded him of his place. He was a soldier, he wasn't in your line of duty. He wasn't a medic and he knew nothing about it. "My orders are loud and clear. Bed rest for three days, hm?" You glare at him, looking him up and down.

He sure didn't like that, you note in your head judging from the shock in his eyes. Maybe because you were tougher than he initially thought.

"The previous medic never gave me three days of fucking bedrest." He was spatting his words at this point. He couldn't tolerate you. You were too cocky and-- something in your tone... He just wouldn't stay under that attitude. Where did you get that courage to speak back to him anyways.

"Apparently the previous medic wanted you dead." You deadpan. You were a stubborn person and wouldn't have it any other way other than your own.

Ghost grumbled, if you were stubborn so was he.

"I won't stay in bedrest for three days."

"Not by choice maybe, but you will."

He was seething with anger at this point. Who did you think you were to go as far as to threaten an operator?! You were arrogant, and you were starting to become a damned nightmare for him.

"I will pretend that you didn't just say that, medic." He pushed the words out of his mouth like venom, eyes digging holes into your skull. If you were a soldier he'd probably already grab you by the throat and make you do one hundred pushups.

"Then I'll pretend you didn't just say that either, soldier. You'll stay on this bed. Loud and clear." You talked back. Of course you did. If he wanted to act like he was the bigger person in this room, he was wrong. This office was yours and you were the authority right now. You wouldn't accept anything else.

After a few more minutes of bickering and bantering back and forth, you left your office to inform the Captain of the Lieutenant's condition and that he'll be bedrest for three days.

He didn't question you. He permitted the decision and wished you a great day. You respected this man a lot. His way with words fascinated you to no end. After you thanked him, you were soon back to your office.

Ghost kept glaring daggers at you as you handed him the files in your hand.

He had bedrest for three days.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." He wouldn't accept this. He wouldn't stay under this.

"Lieutenant," You sighed. You didn't like how this man thought so little of you. "I am trying to keep you alive here. You should be cooperative instead." You weren't trying to reassure him of your genuineness. You were just annoying him.

"Alive." He snorted, the mask covering his face made you feel curious about him. It didn't betray any of his emotions. He was like a brick wall. "You are unbelievable." He kept staring at the file in his hand. You would haunt him in his nightmares.

"Thank you for your cooperation," You just exhaled, wanting him out of your head and looking at the door. Basically kicking him out with your body language.

He took the hint, and he was more than glad to get lost. He didn't trust you one bit. He hated your arrogance and unbreakable personality. It felt so distant. You felt so distant. He did get out of your office soon after, making his way to his own quarter. But while he did, all he could think about was to punch a punching bag and let out some steam.

After the three days had passed? He did feel better than what he previously would feel. Maybe you did know a few things. But he wouldn't say it out loud. Not in a million years. From now on, he'd focus on not getting hurt just because he didn't want to see your face and hear your damned voice.

Safe to say you two weren't on good terms, not like you'd have to be anyways.

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 1 year

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One Mistake

Billy Butcher Masterlist

Summary: Homelander got you. According to him, Butcher made one mistake, and it was to fall in love with you. He thinks you’re his weakness. But it’s actually the opposite, he makes you stronger. Jokes on Homelander, he’s the one that made a mistake by bringing you here...

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1728

Warning: Violence, sequestration, blood, mouth bleeding, fight, humiliation, fluff, soft!Butcher, you’ll feel satisfied reading this

A/n: This fic was requested and I had so much fun with it! (you’ll see why!!)

“Butcher made a mistake. One, single mistake.”

The room was cold. The open window behind you was letting the night breeze enter right on your bare skin, causing strong shivers to fill your skin with goosebumps. You knew why he made you undress down to your undergarments before tying you to the chair, and it wasn’t to freeze you to death.

Humiliation.

Homelander loved to humiliate people, make them feel like utter shit. Because his whole life was spent trying to please the public. Trying to make everyone love him. But instead, disappointment and humiliation were leaving a trail of shame behind him, wherever he went.

So of course, he wanted to humiliate you to feel superior.

“I can’t believe he didn’t learn his lesson with… Hm, what’s her name again… His whole revenge is because we fucked and I got her pregnant. Becky?”

“Becca,” you spat. The name of the person Butcher lost. That scar he dragged with him that would never heal. You had a similar scar and knew how much it hurt. All those nights dreaming about them, only to wake up with the other side of the bed empty and cold. “Her name was Becca.”

Homelander opened his mouth in an O, his brows raised as he nodded. “Right. I thought he would learn not to have another person in his life after her.”

You scoffed, not at all impressed by the hero. You stopped being scared ever since you lost your husband. Ever since you met Butcher. By his side, you felt powerful, like nothing could hurt you.

He was the first man you allowed to love since your husband.

One moment, Homelander was pacing in front of you, his cape moving fluidly behind him, a look of disappointment in his face. The next, his despicable figure was inches away from you, one of his gloved hands around your throat. “Because I love to snatch them away from him.”

The smile of a maniac stretched your lips, your eyes wide as you sent your forehead right in his face. Pain exploded in your head as it collided with his, but you ignored the throbbing, the smile still living on your lips.

Confused, Homelander stepped back, touching his face to be sure there was nothing. Then, his blue, icy eyes laid on you and he frowned. “Why did you do that?” He shook his head. “I’m invincible, you only bruised your face. Are you fucking stupid?”

“I’ll tell you something,” you spat on the floor, some blood mixed in your saliva. A grin stretched your lips as you knew what it meant. “This whole thing… When you saw me with Butcher the other day, kissing, me telling him how scared I was of you. That night you knew I would walk home alone.” You tilted your head to the side, blood now running down your chin.

“What?” Homelander asked, not so amused anymore. His gaze was resting on your chin, not understanding how headbutting him could make you bleed so much from the mouth.

You leaned towards him, your teeth red as your smile widened. “It was all planned. Do you think we were on that street at the same time as you by accident? Do you think that phone call I had, when I said I had to walk alone the next day… Loud enough for anyone nearby to hear… Do you think it was a coincidence?”

Homelander shook his head, his lid spasming in confusion. Nervosity filled his face. “It’s…”

“I wanted you to kidnap me, actually. See, that was your only mistake…” The rope that was bounding you to the chair snapped as you moved your arms. You stood up, now free of your restraints. Your eyes burned as they lit up red and lasers shot from them, hitting Homelander right in the chest. It was so violent, his body was pushed back strong enough to create a hole in the wall. You walked to where he was, still on the floor, his costume fuming where the laser hit him. Confused, he didn’t even think of getting up, he just stayed there and stared at you. “Your mistake was to think I was the poor little girl that fell in love with the wrong guy. Your mistake,” you stood above Homelander and crouched to grab him by the collar and lifted him off the ground, “was to think me headbutting you was to hurt you. See, I was made in a laboratory, just like you,” you threw him as far as your new strength allowed you, creating another hole in the wall from the impact. “I was created as a… contingency plan, if you prefer!” You shouted to be sure he heard you.

Homelander was back on his feet and already flying towards you, his eyes red with anger. “Who the fuck are you!” He shot lasers at you, but you only used your own laser to counterattack. It hurt and you felt more blood pouring in your mouth.

He was very strong.

Feeling you were about to fall under his attacks, your body feeling weaker by the minute, you flew towards him and kicked him hard in the groin. Homelander fell to the floor once more, holding his family jewels, his face deformed in pain.

“All I needed to do was touch you… Skin on skin… But with that stupid costume, it’s almost impsosible to have skin to skin contact with you. It was either I hit your face or let you rape me. And I didn’t feel like being disappointed by the small thing you call a dick,” you mocked, waiting for him to get up again.

“Shut the fuck up! It’s impossible!” Homelander shouted, throwing furniture at you. You avoided them without any problem. “I am unique! I can’t be copied!!”

“You’re a knock off,” You spat again on the floor. “Stan Edgar created me with your DNA, just in case you get too much to handle. But then, it turned out… I wasn’t special, so he threw me away. See, we have that in common! Except, after that I lived on my own,” you shrugged. “I got married. I was happy. And then, one day, Supes broke into my house. They were wasted, drunk and high as fuck. My husband tried to stop them and well, they started beating him up. I hit one trying to save him, that’s when it started. I copied his power,” you smiled, knowing full well Homelander didn’t care about your sad story.

“I don’t care! I’m gonna fucking kill you either way!” He yelled, his eyes red again, ready to go for another round. You didn’t know if you could handle more of his lasers, yes, you could copy his powers, but your body wasn’t as used as him. Copying powers always left a bitter taste on your tongue, and he had the strongest super powers you ever had to copy.

He had his powers ever since he was a baby. You got them 3 minutes ago.

“I know,” you smiled as, around your wrist, your watch beeped. “But I didn’t share my story for you to pity me… It was to buy some time.”

The red in his eyes was extinct the moment he understood. It wasn’t like you didn’t tell him, after all… That whole thing was a set up.

Only a second later, there was something covering his mouth and toxic gas filling his lungs. Homelander tried to fight, but Kimiko was holding him as best as she could. You joined her, your arms circling around his body, squeezing with all of your strength. M.M was holding the mask on his mouth while Frenchie was a bit behind, another mask in his hands in case the first one wasn’t enough.

Homelander’s scream got lost in the gas mask as it was impossible for him to get it off. His anger was so strong he almost got free a few times, but you held on, only a couple of seconds more…

“Can he fucking fall already?!”

Finally, the gas started working and his body fell limply to the floor.

You look at the hero laying on the floor. Motionless. Vulnerable.

Fuck, you hated him so much.

“Motherfucker,” you kicked him in the stomach with all of your strength- well, his strength, for that matter. His body jolted a little bit, and you were about to hit him again when a voice stopped you.

“Luv. He can’t hurt you anymore, ye? It’s alright.”

Warmth covered your shoulders as Butcher put his coat around you. You completely forgot you were almost naked. Frenchie put his hand on his eyes the moment you met his gaze and you smiled at the gesture. What a gentleman.

Hughie arrived right after and stopped near the entrance, his head turned away to avoid looking at you. “Wow! You’re almost naked. Okay. Wow. Homelander is down. Awesome. Alright. Mallory is on her way with the cryogenic box. Since it worked with Soldier Boy, it’ll be able to keep Homelander down. At least until they find a way to better get rid of him.”

“Good… Good to know,” you muttered, suddenly feeling weak. It was done. It was over. Homelander was down, they would take care of him like they did with Soldier Boy.

God, it was done.

Relief washed over you, your legs giving out. Strong hands caught you immediately.

“Easy there… Knew taking his power would be too much for y’a,” Butcher tsked, helping you sit down on the floor. He kneeled next to you.

“Yeah… you were right,” you coughed in your hand and smiled. You knew there was blood in your palm but it didn’t matter. “But beating the shit out of him and seeing the fear in his eyes? Fuck, it was so worth it.”

“I know luv. I know.” Butcher stroked your arm softly, his face burying against your neck. “Hope you’ll never need it again.”

You smiled at the gesture of affection. Butcher usually never showed it when there were people around. Showing a softer side of him? Hell no. But he kept his head there and his arms around you, holding you softly against him.

“Awn, you two are so cute eh. I want a hug too. Petit Hughie?”

“No thanks- Oh, you’re going for a hug anyway- Oh, Kimiko too? Alright then.”

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#the boys fanfiction #billy butcher #Billy Butcher x reader #billy butcher imagine #billy butcher x you #billy butcher x y/n #the boys fanfiction homelander #homelander #the boys homelander #homelander getting his ass kicked #badass reader #supe!reader #billy butcher x supe!reader

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str4wb3rrys1mp · 1 year

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HII! How are are :D I see your a new writer, and I wanted to send a request to you and it hopefully won’t be to hard to do, so since you write for creepypasta….

May I request Homicidal Liu, Jeff The Killer, Brain/Hoodie and Jane The Killer with a Male!S/O who has a Cutthroat Personality from Akudama Drive?

I hope that’s fine with you ^^ thank you so much! Have a wonderful day :D

Omg yes ofc I havnt seen this one but I'll have to watch it!! But I cant write hoodie for shii srry :(( Also I'm good hry?

JANE THE KILLER

Jane admired your childlike wonder, but was a bit jealous of it at the same time.

One night she had broken into your house, initially thinking she'd be in and out like usual.

So imagine her surprise when cute little you not only held your ground but managed to flip her onto her back, making a loud thud on the ground.

Tbh baffled for like five seconds.

After a bit more back and fourth you both hear a knock at your room door, making you and Jane freeze.

Your roommate called your name and asked what the hell you were doing at 2:37 in the morning.

Jane, luckily gave you some time to answer him, before shooting you a grin and dashing to and out of your second story window.

A bit concerned for her, you hurried to your window, but Jane was nowhere to be seen. JEFF THE KILLER

Somehow your friends had convinced you to go into the creepy haunted woods behind your backyard.

When Jeff first say you mf prolly went feral.

Like,, drooling, the whole nine yards feral. 💀

But when your group actually saw him, he was stoic, the most you'd get was him staring at you from the back of the room.

And than you managed to throw hands with THE PROXIES?? managing to break one of BEN's console cords and strangled Masky for nearly five seconds??

Now he's just plane impressed, you don't look the type, in your pastel outfit with a white and pink sailor hat atop your head, but Jeff knows that looks can deceive.

Somehow mans managed to pull you into another room away from the chaos, and proceeds to ask you to "Show him your strength"

so naturally you think,, oKAY maybe he wants me to punch the wall?? idk man

BUT THEN this GROWN ASS man holds out his hand, beckoning for you to grab it, so you do and mf sticks his thumb up and challenges you to a thumb war

so after you kick Jeff's shit in and beat him, he agrees to show you out of the mansion.

He helps you load your bloody and bruised friends into the car that you took to get here, assuring you they weren't dead, they just needed immediate medical attention.

right before you got into your car, Jeff turns you around and asks a question.

"Can I get ya number prettyboy?" HOMICIDAL LIU

Liu had known you since 4th grade, so you didn't necessarily scare him.

most of the time

You've always been like this, but you were really cool! He swears! Just give it some time.

However what does freak Liu out, is when someone makes a comment or a joke that you don't like, because you go deadly silent.

If looks could kill man, these mfs would be long gone.

AND THEN you can just go back to laughing and looking so happy like you didn't just try to murder someone with a glare???

Also freaky, in his humble opinion.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x male reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x y/n #jane the killer #jane the killer x reader #jane the killer x y/n #homicidal liu x reader #homicidal liu #homicidal liu x y/n #badass reader

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fierygoddess-2 · 6 months

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊

𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕿𝖜𝖔

Summary: (Y/n) finally meets Aemond, but it’s not the way you would expect first impressions to go, with a battle. Let’s see what Aemond thinks of the Ice Dragon as they encounter each other more and more. (Sorry I suck at summaries)

Warnings: Fighting, Weapons, Character Death, Slight Sexual Reference, Aegon is a warning in itself (Let me know if I missed anything)

A/n: I’m so excited to add Aemond more into this story. Thank you everyone for liking this story and I hope you stay as this journey continues. Also thank my friend who threatened to steal my dog if I didn’t continue this series :D

Your fierce icy eyes stared deep into Aemonds dull blue ones as you studied his movements. As you did that, it gave him the opportunity to study your features. From your (h/c) dreads that were in a half up and half down style. To your sun-kissed skin where if he looked close enough he could see a faint scar that ran from the top of your seemingly plump lips to your chin. Then Aemond went to your eyes and he couldn’t help but be captivated by them.

How could your blue eyes look so cold, but hold so much fire in them.

The fire in your eyes made many who stood before you turn to ash from a single glance, but for Aemond it was different. When he stared into your eyes all he wanted to do was play with the fire, as if the flames were his only source of life and happiness.

Aemond was distracted by you, which you noticed and allowed you to make your move. “You left yourself open.”

You dashed forward and sliced your sword at his neck, but he managed to parry your attack in the nick of time. But, what caught him off guard next was when you pushed his sword to the side with your own sword and turned your body swiftly around while grabbing his arms. As you caught his arms you tossed his sword across the training ground with your own sword nearly piercing someone. Now Aemond was caught in your vice grip and weaponless with your sword aimed above his neck.

“It looks like I’ve won One-Eye.” You whisper into his ear with a small smirk on your face.

Aemond didn’t know what to think. He should be angry by getting beaten by a girl in front of nobles, but also in front of his nephews that he despised with every fiber of his being. He should be angry at the name you called him by. But, he didn’t feel embarrassed or even angry.

No. What Aemond felt at that moment as he laid trapped was the feeling of fascination, of curiosity. He honestly had no clue why he was feeling this, let alone with someone he met today, but you were an enigma to him and all he wanted to do was figure you out. ‘To figure out the enemy’ was what he told himself, but deep down he felt that that wasn’t the full truth.

After a minute or two you finally let Aemond go and sheathed your blade. You looked at Aemond, ready to say something, but a guard had silenced you when he ordered someone to open the gate. Everyone’s attention shifted towards the gates and what you saw made you grip the hilt of your sword tightly, making your knuckles turn white, which didn’t go unnoticed by Aemond.

The flags of house Valeryon stood tall as the man that you wish to meet the side of your blade stood in the center. As Vaemond Valeryon and his guards walked up towards the castle gates he stared at Luke, which caused you to move next to him. Vaemond shifted his gaze towards your piercing blue eyes and was visibly shaken, but he quickly composed himself and looked away from you as he went through the Red Keep’s gate.

After a few minutes of you glaring at the gates, you turned towards Luke and Jace. “Let’s go. We should explore more of the castle.” You say trying to ease the tension that grew when Vaemond appeared. They nodded there heads and followed you inside, what also followed you was Aemonds stare as you walked away with your brothers.

“What an interesting creature you are, Ice Dragon.” Aemond whispered.

After exploring the Red Keep with Luke and Jace for a while, you decide to split from them and explore the castle on your own for a little. You walked the halls of the great castle until you found yourself in the castle’s courtyard. That’s when you noticed three figures standing by the Godswood. As you got closer you realized that one of the figures was your mother, Rhaenyra. The other two were, “Princess Rhaenys. Rhaena.”

The two women turned to you and smiled. “(Y/n)!” Rhaena ran up to you and gave you a tight hug. You hugged her back with the same amount of force.

“I’ve missed you.” Rhaena sighed.

You broke the hug and placed both of your calloused hands on her shoulders as you chuckled, “You saw me just this morning.”

The two of you smiled at each other before your eyes drifted to her grandmother who was smiling at the way you two were.

“It’s been so long since I’ve last seen you Princess Rhaenys. How is Prince Corlys faring? “ You walked up to her and gave her a hug which she gladly returned.

Once she pulled away from the embrace she responded, “What have I told you about calling me Grandmother. Corlys would wish you to call him Grandfather. You are family to us, blood or not.” Her tone made her seem like there was no disagreeing with her. Rhaenys then sighed softly before speaking once more, “Corlys is doing better now than he was before. All he needs is rest.”

“That’s good to hear, Grandmother. I pray that Grandfather heals fast so that he may sail the seas once more with Sea Snake.” You shared a smile with your grandmother before Rhaenyra clears her throat to get everyone’s attention. You could tell there was tension between your mother and grandmother.

“Might I speak to the Princess alone, Rhaena and (y/n)?” Rhaenyra asked.

You nodded your head at your mother before holding out your arm for Rhaena to grab, which she gladly did by linking her arm with yours. You two bid farewell and headed back inside the castle.

As you walk down a series of corridors with Rhaena in your arm, you could help but bask in the silence that enveloped the two of you. You missed Rhaena, your sister, it has been some moons since you got to properly speak to her with all your training getting in the way. You and her had many things to talk about, but in the silence is where you truly understood each other and in reality silence is also conversation.

You honestly felt at peace after being without it for so long. But it wasn’t long until the peaceful silence was soon filled with a Rhaena’s soothing voice.

“I heard from some of the maids and nobles that the Ice Dragon had beaten Prince Aemond in a sparring match.” Her smile soon turned into a smirk.

You chuckled, “Yes I did. He left himself vulnerable during the spar and was easy to defeat. He looked to be a good opponent when he was fighting one of the Kings Guard, but I guess I was wrong.”

“Well anyone who fights you is sure to meet their end quickly.” You gave Rhaena a loving smile that seemed to brighten your vibrant blue eyes. “If not by your blade than by your eyes and I think Aemond’s end was the latter.”

You pondered the thought before you hummed, “Maybe. But sooner or later my fire will turn him to ash as they inevitably do.”

“Maybe. Or he might play with your fire instead.”

You looked at Rhaena with a small smile, “Isn’t that a thought. Time would surely tell.” Then you two slowly walked towards Rhaena’s chambers and you bid her a goodnight before making your way to your bed chambers for the night.

Once you got settled for bed you had one thought that stuck with you. ‘Someone to play with my fire.’

“That would be a first.” You whispered to yourself before succumbing to the world of sleep.

You stood with your family in the throne room, clad in the same leather armor that your mother had gifted you a few days prior, with your sword securely sheathed on your non-dominant sides hip. Your (h/c) dreads were pulled up back, which your mother keeps telling you brought out more of your features. Aemond seemed to agree with your mother because he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful your face was, from your cheekbones, to your lips, and your eyes. Even though you were across the room from him, all he could see was stare at you from across the room like you were the only one there. He felt a weird feeling in his chest. This feeling felt so foreign to him, felt strange, but he liked the feeling that he got every time he saw you.

‘But what is this feeling.’ Aemond thought to himself. This feeling had him on the edge and he was determined to find out just what this feeling was no matter what. He was soon taken out of his thoughts when his grandfather spoke.

“Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds. We gather her with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King’s voice on this and all other matters. The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon.” Otto Hightower finished speaking and gave the floor to Vaemond. Your attention was then focused on the mentioned man as you glared at him as he looked at your family, but Luke took most of the heat of his stare.

There was a steady pause before Vaemond turned to Alicent Hightower, “My Queen,” He then turned to Otto, “My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extend beyond the seven kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas.” You sigh before muttering under your breath, “A��ha drēje dīnagon iksos naejot sagon se līve hen embar.” (Your rightful place is to be the whore of the sea). Rhaena and Daemon seemed to have heard you because a small chuckle was heard from her and a small smile appeared on Aemonds face, which they both lowered their heads to hide. It went unnoticed however as Vaemond continued on with his speech, “I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother’s seat. I am Lord Corlys’s closests kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins.”

Vaemond was soon cut off by your mother, Rhaenyra, “As it does in my sons, the offspring of Leanor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house’s blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition.”

“You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra.” Queen Alicent cut in, “Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.”

You grabbed your mother’s hand, which she gladly took, as you looked over at Queen Alicent. As you looked over, you noticed Aemond’s eye trained on you, it made you feel uneasy, but you slowly looked forward. Completely ignoring his stared, which caused an unsettling fire to burn in his chest, but he intended to ignore it for now.

Vaemond was now completely turned towards your family. He had a small smile on his face that you wished to punch off of him, but you held yourself as much as you could. “What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn’t recognize it.”

‘I would gladly cut your veins for you.’ You thought as you tightened your hold on Rhaenyra’s hand.

“This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours.” It didn’t go unnoticed when he looked at Luke, but if looks could kill Vaemond would be burned by the intensity of your glare. Vaemond noticed your stare and felt uncomfortable and scared on what laid behind it. He quickly turned around and addressing the Queen and the Lord Hand. “This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother’s successor…the lord of Driftmark and the Lord of the Tides.”

“Thank you Ser Vaemond.” Otto thanked Vaemond before calling up Rhaenyra to the center to speak.

“If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very—” Every turned to look at the opening doors to see who interrupted the proceedings, but when they noticed who it was everyone shocked.

“King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.” One of Kings Guard announced.

You were shocked to say the least. You were told that the King would be bed ridden, but here he was trying his best to walk to the throne. This was your first time ever seeing the King and you were told and heard many rumors about his illness, but you never thought that he would look this bad. Barely able to walk and had a golden mask covering his face, which you could only assume was to hide how much his face had decayed, from what you heard from your family.

Everyone continued to watch in mild shock as the King continued his trek to his throne. From the corner of your eye you could see how shocked Vaemond was to see his presence, as he looked at Otto and Alicent Hightower. You smirked knowing that whatever plan they had conjured up was now going up in glorious flames.

Once King Viserys made it to the steps of the throne where Otto lay standing, he turned to speak to his Lord Hand, “I will sit the throne today.”

“Your Grace.” Otto acknowledged his King

As King Viserys tried to get up the steps, one of his guards came up to help him, “I’m will be fine. I will be fine.” He wanted to be strong in front of his people, but that was proving to be hard as he struggled to climb up the stairs to his throne.

You watched as your father moved from his place beside you to help his brother. Daemon may seem ruthless, violent and many other things, but he does care about his family even though others might not see it. Even after all that has happened between the two, Daemon still cared about his older brother. It brought a small smile to your face when you saw your father place Viserys’ fallen crown back onto his head before he walked back down towards your family. Once he stood back by you, you patted his arm, “Ao gaomagon emagon nykeā caring paktot.” (You do have a caring side) You said trying to ease the tension and it worked when Daemon gave you a small smile.

The small semblance of ease was broken when King Viserys started talking to the court, bringing you back to what was at hand, Jace’s succession to Driftmark.

“I must…admit…my confusion.” King Viserys hoarse and breathy voice traveled around the room. “I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present…who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys’s wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.”

Everyone turned to look at Princess Rhaenys, who you were glad was able to finally speak her mind about the whole thing. “Indeed, Your Grace.” Rhaenys stepped into the center of the room to finally give her remarks. “It was ever my husband’s will that Driftmark pass through Ser Leanor to his true-born son…Lucerys Velaryon.”

When Rhaenys said that Luke is the rightful heir to Driftmark, you slowly moved to stand next to Luke and once you were next to him you grabbed his hand in pure happiness. This didn’t go unnoticed by Aemond. Who felt the strange, foreign feeling in his chest as he stared at you and Luke’s conjoined hands, wished for nothing but to take his dagger and slice his nephew in the eye as retribution for his lost one. But, also for being near you.

“His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him.” Rhaenys continued on, “As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys’s granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree.” You were shocked at the proposal as was everyone else, but you were pleased to know that your family would be united.

“Well…the matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.” King Viserys announced. You could tell that some people didn’t like the settlement, but you didn’t care what they thought. All you cared about was that your brother got what was and is rightfully his. But Ser Vaemond couldn’t agree to that.

If only he had kept his mouth shut and had not uttered the words that he would soon say, he probably wouldn’t have met his end.

“You break law…” Ser Vaemond spoke to the King, “and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me…who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.” You let go of your brothers hand as you slowly put it on the handle of your blade.

“‘Allow it’? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.” King Viserys warned him. But he did not heed his warning as he turned and pointed at Luke and shouted, “That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine!”

Rhaenyra pushed Luke towards the doors, “Go to your Chambers. (Y/n) go with him.” She stated, but you were to furious to listen. The fire you possessed now burning within you. Rhaenyra soon turned back to Vaemond, “You have said enough.”

“Lucerys is my true-born grandson. And you…are no more than the second son of Driftmark.”

“You…may run your house as you see fit…but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned…” Vaemond turned towards your brother again as he uttered his next words, “I will not see it ended on the account of this—” He paused before he said the dreaded word. That was until Daemond spoke in a soft, but menacing tone, “Say it.” Vaemond glared at him and it became utterly silent.

Then you’re sweet, but venomous voice broke through the silence. “Go on. Say it.” As Vaemond broke eye contact with Daemon and turned his attention towards you, your flaming blue eyes immediately started burning into him, slowly turning him to ash where he stood. The people in the room waited in anticipation as this scene unfolded. Vaemond’s eyes didn’t leave yours when spoke, “Her children…” he paused before shouting, “are bastards!” The words echoed throughout the room. If you weren’t angry before well now you’re furious. He had awoken the dragon that laid deep within you. He back was now turned to you as he spoke his next words.

“And she…is…a whore.” The crowd gasped as he boldly announced that the King’s daughter was a harlot. King Viserys slowly got up from his throne and pulled out a dagger, “I…will have your tongue for that.”

Nobody had realized that you slowly made your way to Ser Vaemond and when they did it was too late. Your sword had moved through the air and sliced half of his face clean off. Finally ending his sorry excuse for a life. His body now laid motionless on the floor. Some of his blood had splashed onto your face, but you didn’t care you wipe it off. You wiped his disgusting blood off your sword with your arm before sheathing it once more.

All of the people in attendance gasped and covered their eyes as they witnessed the murder of Ser Vaemond Velaryon, but many people expected this as he did denigrate the King’s daughter and grandsons.

“He could keep his tongue.” You smirk as you stare at his body.

The guards soon surrounded you with their swords drawn. One of the guards shouted, “Disarm her!”

“No need.” You sauntered back over to your family, not before catching Aemond’s intense stare. You smirk up at him and then turn around to look at your family, who were giving you different degrees of expressions, but they were all grateful to you for ending that despicable man’s life.

Aemond however was still staring at you even after you turned away. You kept surprising him every time he saw you. He would think that he had an understanding about you, but you proved him wrong every time. He was now attracted to you more than ever now, not just by your beauty but by your fierce personality. How you both powerful and violent, but so magnificent.

He needed to talk to you, be near you. He didn’t care about you being an enemy to his family. All he wanted now was to in your presence. Aemond hadn’t realized how deep he fell into the flames, your flames at that very moment. But he didn’t burn. Oh no, he would be the one to play with it and you would let him.

“She’s the one that defeated you in a duel, my dear brother?” Aemond’s brother Aegon spoke. “I must say, she looks utterly beautiful. I wonder what it would feel like to have her in my bed while she moans my name and have her lips wrapped around my—” Before Aegon could finish his sentence, Aemond spoke, “She’d probably kill where you stand.” Aegon could hear the frustration in his brother’s voice.

“Is my brother angry. Does my brother finally want a woman now.” Aegon teased his brother. Aemond tried to ignore him, which proved to hard for him, but then he heard his sister Helaena, who still had her ears covered, whisper something that confused him.

“The warriors flame will soon merge with another flame. They will forever be tangled.”

Aemond knew his sister said unusual things, but he couldn’t help but think that what she just said revolved around you, especially with the way Helaena glanced over at you. He wanted to ask his sister what she meant, but his focus was soon on his father who was groaning badly.

“Call the maesters!” Alicent ran over to her husband.

“Father?” Rhaenyra stepped away from her family and stood at the bottom of the steps to the Iron Throne.

Alicent grabbed her husband to try and move him and had asked him to take something for his pain, but he refused to do so. Soon one of his guards and a maester took him out of the room probably to his bed chambers to rest. You then walked over to your mother to comfort her. You held your mother’s hand and soon led her out of the room with the rest of your family following behind.

You sit in your bed chambers playing a game of chess to pass the time until the maid that you were talking to earlier comes back. The maids name was Emmalina and she was a sweet girl that liked to talk. She had mentioned how in awe she was when she heard that you had not only for defeating Prince Aemond in a duel, but for killing Ser Vaemond. Emmalina had said to you that she had wished to be like you, a beautiful and fearless woman, but she was stuck being a maid.

You thought of how young she had looked. Being no more than six and ten years old. She was younger than you and was being forced to work, but she still had that innocence to her that you hoped would stay. The two of you talked for a while until she left to go get some hot water for your bath, since you still had some of Vaemond’s blood on you.

It has been a while since she had left and you had wondered what was keeping her. You were about to get up and search for her until there was a knock on your door. You got up to answer the door, “I was wondering what took you so—” You finally were able to see who was behind the door and it wasn’t Emmalina.

“And what do I owe the pleasure, One-Eye?”

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marblemoonstones · 6 months

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stiletto 👠

summary: bangtan may think they’re the mafia kings, but little do they know you are the rising queen. mafia!au I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

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*any similarities to other fics are accidental*

bts x reader

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*warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, use of ‘bitch,’ ‘ass’, ‘shit’ (still don’t know if it counts as a warning lol), mentions of killing (nothing happens), tae and kook threatened by reader (nothing happens), shooting of guns (no injuries)*

sorry I haven’t posted in forever 🥲 I’ve been so busy, but I’m still working on catharsis 🩵

this is just a silly little mafia one shot because I wanted to try something different. reader is a bad bitch bc I wanted her to beat bangtan in a fic for once ;) also pretty tame in terms of violence and such for a mafia fic. hope you enjoy!

word count: ~2.3k

Opening my eyes, I immediately sense that someone’s watching me. I pretend to not notice it, going about my daily morning routine. The cameras are subtle, but my eyes catch them quickly. These boys may be smart but I’m always one step ahead. I knew that they were going to watch/trail me the second I turned down their business proposal.

~ Two days ago

“Stiletto, you have a business meeting with Bangtan today,” my assistant tells me.

“Oh, it totally slipped my mind,” I say, knowing full well about the meeting. You have to act forgetful once in a while or else people assume that you know everything and don’t tell you anything.

“It’s in an hour in your office.” I nod at the reminder, and wave her off. Venus is a hard-working girl and not a snitch, so I’ve kept her around as my assistant. She knows the consequences of betraying me.

An hour passes by quickly, dealing with my product shipping and whatnot. I’ve been involved for a good seven years; in both the technology industry and the mafia. My technology is top notch, and this led many mafia bosses to want to buy my products. I’m happy to oblige, as this makes me a pretty penny.

A sharp knock on my door makes me smirk.

I call out, “Come in.”

Seven men dressed in suits enter and shut the door behind them.

Bangtan.

“Hello Stiletto, it’s good to finally meet you,” Kim Namjoon says cordially.

“Likewise. Now, let’s get to it. I’m a busy woman, so if you please, give me your deal.” My face is blank, eyes steely, scrutinizing them as they do the same to me.

(a/n, I didn’t go into specifics with the deal because I’m not good with that sort of thing, so sorry for being so vague :’))

I listen to their proposal, knowing from the first sentence that it’s not going to happen. At least, not with me. The deal has minor holes and could easily be executed with another company. My price is also not met.

“I’m sorry to interrupt Mr. Kim, but this isn’t going to work. Have a good day,” I dismiss them, seeing the looks of anger flash in their eyes.

“What do you mean it won’t work, Stiletto?” Min Yoongi asks, barely concealing his anger.

“Are you deaf? I mean it won’t work. Find another company. Goodbye.” I’m about to call for security, but they keep pushing on. Well. Looks like they have some bark in them. But I have more important things to be doing than entertain some boys and I know I’ll see them again soon enough.

“You’ll regret this later,” Park Jimin says, and before he can say more I interrupt.

“I know that I won’t. Goodbye.” And with that, I have security escort them out. Granted, they don’t put up much of a fight, but instead I see them clench their fists if only for a brief second. Good. They’re mad. I hope that they learned that I can be a bitch, exactly as everyone says.

Hence the nickname Stiletto. Stilettos may be pretty looking but they’re also powerful. I bet you’ve never seen someone walk in stilettos and not look like a bad bitch.

Ever since this nickname was given to me, I have worn a pair every day. Why not give the people what they want?

I had to kill everyone who knew my actual name, so now only a select few remain who know my actual name; Y/n.

~ Present Day

Bangtan is so mad that they are trailing me to try to find weaknesses to make me bend to their deal. Their attempt is almost comical. Almost. I don’t have weaknesses. Growing up in an orphanage led me to learn and figure out things by myself.

My black suit is waiting for me, and I slip on my signature stilettos. They have red soles, an exclusive one-of-a-kind shoe made especially for me. Little does the brand know that I made some alterations to the shoes. I made the tips be steel and each shoe has a small dagger hidden inside the stiletto.

My black purse is waiting and I check my inbox as I make my way downstairs and into my garage where my chauffeur is waiting.

The cameras inside the house have already been disabled, courtesy of Venus’s hacking skills. That girl is shaping up to me more and more like me everyday. I smile inside at the thought of toying with Bangtan. Some say they’re the most powerful mafia, even going as far to call them the ‘mafia kings’ but I know better than that. They may be more known in the industry, but my name is still influential and slowly climbing the ranks. I blame me being a woman for the reason why I’m not on top. Most of the mafia bosses think I’m just a pretty face who can’t be taken seriously. Someday I’ll destroy all their empires and watch them burn. (she says nonchalantly lol)

I get out of the car at my office and head inside. Venus greets me, showing me my schedule of the day. I thank her, the only person I ever do, and head off to my office. It’s a peaceful workday, considering that I haven’t had to hurt/kill anyone yet.

It’s around 2:00pm when I get a notification on my phone saying that there are two unidentifiable figures that breached our building. I dismiss getting security to investigate as I know that it’s Bangtan. Perfect. They’re coming just as I knew they would. I know it’ll take them about a half an hour to reach my office so I wait eagerly.

Half an hour later I’m sending an email when I can feel their eyes on me. Based on my research I can guess that it’s Jungkook and Taehyung in the vents. These two are the deadly duo and also the sneakiest.

While Yoongi and Hoseok are the best at weaponry, Namjoon and Seokjin are the best fighters (with Seokjin doubling as a doctor), Jimin is a master manipulator, and Taehyung and Jungkook are the stealthiest. Jungkook is their ace though, good at everything.

I internally feel giddy, but on the outside I pretend that I don’t notice them.

I let this go on for another half hour, knowing that they’re watching every move. So I send boring emails and don’t do any actually work. I already shut down their hacking and can’t wait to shut down their camera that’s been in my office all day. But that comes later in my plan.

After hitting send on another email, I start typing up an rsvp and say, “Boys, it’s time to come down now. I know you’re up there, so be good and come out.”

There aren’t any noises but I can tell that they didn’t expect this.

Bangtan doesn’t expect me to know their every move. I have tabs on all of them at all times, and they don’t know I know all their tricks in the book. Including trailing business owners who don’t accept their deals.

Since they aren’t responding, I decide to have some fun and use their names.

“Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook…the maknaes of Bangtan. Be good boys and come out, okay? We don’t want this getting out of hand,” I say sweetly, imagining their eyes widen at me calling them out by name.

I count slowly in my head…three…two…one…

Bang! The vents come open and they drop down silently behind me. I turn around in my chair and see the two culprits.

“Hello boys. Have a seat.” I say, leaving them no room for argument. They sit down and don’t speak. I know they’re searching for ways to escape, but I won’t let them. They’re not the only ones good at planning.

“Look, I’m not going to force you to talk about anything. But just know that you shouldn’t try to-“

Before I can finish Jungkook brings out a gun and fires it at me. I dodge it and pull out a gun of my own.

“Don’t even think about it buddy. I have dozens of weapons aimed at you that could fire at any moment, so sit your ass down.” This makes him slightly wary, and he lowers his gun.

“Give me your weapons boys,” I demand next, knowing that I could still win against them in a heartbeat but don’t want to take that chance.

They get them out for me but I notice Jungkook forgot two and Taehyung forgot one.

“Jungkook, give me the dagger in your hair and behind your ear and Taehyung, give me your ankle dagger,” I sigh impatiently.

They do as I say, surprised at my knowledge.

“Perfect. Good boys, thank you,” I praise, knowing that this makes them uncomfortable. And it works. Jungkook looks down slightly while I see Taehyung swallow.

I stalk over to the filing cabinet and pull out the camera recording all of this. I smirk slightly into it and place it down in front of the boys and I.

“Hello Bangtan, thanks for sending your maknaes to me. We’ve been having a jolly good time,” I say into the camera, noticing Jungkook and Taehyung exchange glances.

“Anyways, better come get them before something happens to them…that would be horrible,” I say, my tone a hint darker than before. Then I crush and destroy the camera.

I turn back to Jungkook and Taehyung.

“I’ll guess…thirty-four minutes until they come for you. In the meantime, do make yourselves comfortable. I have snacks and shit in the mini fridge if you’re feeling peckish. But don’t try anything!” I singsong, going back to my desk.

They look at each other, confused at what’s going on. One second I’m threatening them the next I’m offering them food. I ignore their looks and continue typing and responding to emails.

Precisely thirty-four minutes later the rest of Bangtan comes bursting through my office door.

“Where are they?!” Namjoon booms, gun in hand.

“They are right there,” I say, pointing to the two boys who haven’t moved from their sitting positions.

I see Bangtan freeze, if only for a split second. I know that they’re shocked I didn’t harm them/tie them up somehow.

“Did you do anything to them? Because if you did, I swear to god Stiletto I’ll-“

“Calm down Hoseok, can’t you see they’re unharmed?” I state boredly, gesturing to the maknaes.

“It’s true Hobi,” Jin says, rushing over to inspect his babies.

“Aw, such a happy reunion,” I say, then sharpen my tone. “Looks, you idiots need to learn that no means no. I don’t want your business deal, so stop trying. It’s not working.”

“You sure, Stiletto?” Jimin asks me, a calculating grin on his face, “Because it seems to me that you care a lot about our babies, not even harming them. What does that show?”

I roll my eyes. “Jimin, quit it. Your tactics don’t work on me.”

“Ooh, feisty. I like you, Stiletto,” Jimin says, sidling up to me and putting his arm around my shoulder.

Quick as a wink I take his arm off my shoulder and twist him so we’re now face-to-face.

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you too Jimin,” I say, staring deep into his eyes. Oh how I love toying with them.

He falters for a millisecond then regains his composure and licks his lips.

“Great, so let’s make a deal-“

“You silly boy,” I push him away much to his dismay, “I already told you, no means no. Now, get out of here before I shoot you all.” I’ve had my fun and it’s time for them to go.

“Look, Stiletto, we don’t mean to cause issues with-“

“Trailing me? Putting cameras up in my own home and office? Attempting to hack my technology? Sending your babies to spy on me? It seems that you have caused issues. While I like to mess with you, I’m done playing.” I’m dead serious as I look them each in the eye.

“Get out of my sight and don’t bother trying to contact me again. I’m done with Bangtan. Oh, and keep in mind that I know more than you think,” I warn.

“Like what?” Namjoon scoffs, not believing me.

“I know that you and the rest of the boys have feelings for each other,” I say casually, noticing their looks of shock, “What, you don’t think I noticed? It’s pretty obvious to me and honestly you’re all perfect for each other anyway.”

“But…no one knows that…” Jin stammers, showing the first sign of weakness since their arrival.

“Look, I’m not a snitch when it comes to that topic, so I won’t tell anyone, but you best believe I know so much more,” I say, watching them all breathe a small sigh of relief.

“Okay, point made Stiletto. We’ll leave you alone.” Namjoon caves, nodding to the rest of the boys.

“Great, now get out.” I point to the door and they all file out.

Ever since my spy in Bangtan told me that they were planning on meeting with me, I planned on the outcome.

I knew their deals were usually good at hiding the holes, so I took the liberty of finding out what deal they were going to offer to me. It wasn’t bad from the outside but I knew that in the end it would benefit them more than me.

I knew they wouldn’t accept my ‘no’ so I planned on them following me. Taehyung and Jungkook coming wasn’t a surprise in the least and I knew that revealing their biggest secret would make them leave me alone.

I now hold power over the ‘mafia kings.’

That makes me be able to control all the groups in my area.

Perfect.

Now I can grow my empire and slowly but surely take over and show everyone who their mafia ruler really is.

The mafia queen, Y/n.

sorry for kinda rushing through this. it’s not perfect but I just love the scenario! anyways, as always, thanks for reading! 🩷🫶🏼

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darkphoenix5037 · 11 months

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Hitta

Welp here is another one. This will be OT7(focus on Namjoon coz he is my bias, but bonds will be formed with others too) with A/B/O dynamics, Vikings influences, with badass but slightly low-esteem oc, stray kids as her platonic family, battle, blood, revenge, game of thrones-esque plot, death and lots of sex.

It will be multi chaptered.

Please share your thoughts and let me know what you think.

P.S. The title means 'to find' in old norse.

SUMMARY- You never really thought that your destiny would take you so far away from home.

CHAPTER 1|CHAPTER-2

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It rains the day you lay eyes on your intended.

In the blood-stained field in front of the castle that you call your home stands him, Kim Namjoon, the biggest warlord the world had ever witnessed. His army consisted of thousands even millions, those savages, as the south would like to call them, were more powerful and disciplined than any army you had ever seen. Their troops were roguish in looks, yes, but their skill in battle was no joke.

Kim Namjoon’s skill in battle was no joke. He fought bare-chested with an axe and a sword; you had heard that he could cut down men with a single sweep of his sword. He was a true demon in battle, as most raiders were, but his skills put the best warriors in your homeland’s army to shame. His great heathen army slaughtered your king’s army by thousands every day, other than leaving hundreds of men injured.

You would know as the chief healer, stitching wounds, cauterizing them, applying salve to burns, cuts were fine. Holding the hands of dying soldiers as they hallucinated their mothers, lovers, wives and sisters was not, not even for someone like you who was used to blood, battle and death.

But you pushed on, for the king, for the country, for the people, you worked day and night you pushed on.

These days the workload had been increased as the king had no taken to treat the prisoners of war as well. The injured and the dying of the heathen army were brought to the camps to get medical assistance if possible and the injured ones were returned to their camps and the dead were returned to the opposing army with respect.

You were not thankful for the workload but what could you do, the king commands and the rest follow.

You were not thankful for the workload but you applauded your king’s nobility nonetheless. Your brother, Christopher Bang was nothing if not noble and kind and humble. Maybe that was why his army were ready to die and kill for him. Maybe it was because he thought of all as equal, be it the duke or the beggar’s son, Alpha, Omega or Beta everyone was equal in the eyes of your Alpha brother.

Maybe that was why you, an Omega, were working in an army camp filled with betas and alphas at all times of the night and day. Maybe that’s why you as an omega, could kill and maim as well as any alpha.

He was strong, your brother, but too kind, too truthful and too righteous for the world that he was in, younger than you but still on the throne for the gods gave him a cock and the second gender of an alpha and you a cunt and the curse of being an omega.

You weren’t brother and sister by blood, you were the orphan the previous king found on a hunting trip, half feral, in the jungle, at the age of seven. You were brought to the castle, Christopher took one look at your small, slight frame, for he was a giant to you even at the age of five, and decided that you would be his noona. You took his hand and resolved to protect him forever. Nothing much was needed after that.

He deserved better though, you thought. Better than this wretched war and that godforsaken alpha Kim Namjoon who is intent on busting down the doors of your home.

Your name being called out draws you out of your mental reverie.

“Princess, the king calls for you at the front.” Ser Seo Changbin of your brother’s personal guard says.

You finish stitching the heathen soldier’s wound and apply salve and bandage before patting him roughly on the shoulder and getting up.

“What is it?”

“The king calls for you. He did not tell me the reason, your grace.”

You gesture ser Changbin to head the way as you follow him to the wall where your royal brother awaits you. He turns towards you as you come near.

“Leave us.” He commands.

“Is everything alright, my king?”

“Call me Chris, sister, how many do I have to repeat that?” he says.

“When we are alone, my king.”

He sighs, but motions to the battlefield, a far away look in his eyes as he looks down upon the ruin the battle has caused on the once green fields.

“We are not going to be able to defend ourselves for much longer if this goes on, sister, Kim Namjoon gets closer to defeating us every day. We cannot keep going for much longer.” He says. He sounds tired, too tired for someone his age.

“Why don’t you sit on the war council with me sister, we could use your skills?”

“You know why, you might not mind your omega sister, one of common blood at that running around with a sword in her hand, but others do. Alphas do, I would rather die than let anyone of them insult you again after what happened. You know better.” You spoke.

He sighed heavily.

You look at your younger brother, he looks as though the weight of the world sits on his shoulders. It does in some way, you think, this kingdom, as large as it is, it is your world.

His world.

He fights for it today, for its very existence.

Of course, the weight of this responsibility weighs him down. He is fighting, not only for his kingdom, but his world, his home.

“Is it time that we seek a truce with them?” You ask.

“We have no leverage; he knows he can defeat us. He needn’t sue for peace to ask for anything, he can take it, all of it.”

The sun has gone down, you see the enemy camp at a distance, its torches shine bright.

“Then we can only hope to reach stalemate, Chan-ah” You call him by the name your mother called him when she was alive and try to calm him down with your scent.

“I hope so”

He suddenly seizes you by the shoulders and says, “Stay near the battle field tomorrow, sister, I feel that tomorrow might be the day- “he stops, his hands trembling slightly.

“I need you by my side noona, I need you there, the troops need their lioness. I need you, We need you. It could be tomorrow that that godforsaken man would break down the doors of the castle. I don’t care about what happened five years ago on that wretched battlefield. I care about now, about today.”

You looked in the distance. Towards the enemy camp and remembered the amount of injured and dead on your hands, the heavy losses and the weeping mothers, fathers, daughters, sons and wives. You had to be there, if not for your sake then for the sake of your country.

“I will be there Chan-ah. Noona will watch over you. Ask my personal 300 to report.”

He takes you in his arms after that, keeping you in his embrace and you let your forehead rest on his broad chest. He holds you tight enough and breaths your scent in, as if you are the only thing keeping him grounded.

Nothing is said after that, as both of you silently carry the fear of tomorrow in your hearts.

…………………………….

The next day clouds gather in the sky as you don your armour.

You hadn’t stepped in the battle field not since the last war, not after what happened five years ago.

Blood.

All that you could see was blood, it stained everything in sight.

Your hand, your face, your armour, the field around you.

There was a strange ringing in your ears, you moved forward regardless, your axe cutting down everyone and everything that stood in front of you.

A voice called.

You knew that voice.

It was coming nearer.

The person was in front of you.

You swung the axe, but people were suddenly holding you back, you could not move.

The voice was closer, louder, shouting.

“Noona”

You gasped as if you had just broken the surface of the water in the lake and looked around.

You saw worried and slightly horrified looks. You saw your brother looking at you, scared and unsure.

In your daze, in your state of berserk, you had tried to kill your brother.

You hadn’t stepped in war since. You were afraid to lose control, afraid that you would kill your own men in that state.

Being a berserker was not easy, the warrior lost themselves in that state, all that mattered was killing, not injury, not pain, not fatigue, just death. You had been stabbed in the arm and calf that day but you had not stopped your killing spree regardless. The title of lioness bestowed upon you that day and your fame as a berserker had spread far and wide.

Stories were told about the omega berserker who had lost herself and battle and killed half a million people in a single day, who had won the war in a single day. No one had dared to attack your homeland after that, until now.

So, for the sake of the king, your brother, and your people you don the armour you had abandoned.

You sighed and headed to your horse, and followed your brother to the battlefield.

………………………………..

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 2 years

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Peter Quill x Reader

There was a dull ache in your side as you threw a knife at the alien. It's neon orange skin being slit open gracefully.

You were quickly tackled by- what the hell.

It was peter.

"What the fuck," you hiss, rolling out from underneath him. The faint scent of his shampoo and leather entering your system.

"He was gonna shoot you, babe," he says kissing your forehead, then your nose, an finally your lips.

"I wouldn't even be fighting if you hadn't stolen that stupid- what even is that thing," you yell, slashing another alien across the throat, and kicking out it's knees.

Peter grabs your hand as you both run to the ship. Dodging enemy blasts, and that one came from rocket, "I'm on your side, trash panda," you yell at him. Pete Snickers at your remark.

You hop into the pilots seat, "No I'm driving, don't even fucking try Star-lord," you put additional emphasis on his made up name.

He pouts and sits next to you. You hear a faint explosion, rocket must be fixing a gadget or making another bomb out of your hot tools.

"Baby," Peter drawls out, "I said I'm sorry,"

"No you actually didn't,"

"Okay, well fine if your going to be difficult, I'm sorry, I love you,"

"I love you to asshole,"

You take the jet through a few quick jumps before you start floating at a steady pace.

You leave to go your quarters, a hand stops you- Mantis, "You are not mad, you are feeling in love and,-" you quickly cut her off," Unless you care to find out how far I can shove my foot up your ass, you better not finish that thought,"

Quill start laughing, mantis gives you a terrified look and drops your hand.

"Why would you want to shove your foot up her ass," Drax questions.

You and Peter lie awake in his bed.

"I'm sorry," he says for the millionth time. His warm figure pressed into your smaller frame. Enveloping you in his warmth.

"I'm over it, and I love that shampoo," you reply, taking in a deep whiff of the spicy forest type scent.

It was perfectly complimenting to your signature scent, applewood and vanilla.

"I like the way you smell," he replies hand snaking around your waist. He places a few sloppy kisses on your neck.

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 7

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warnings: a lil angst (you gotta remember where we left off so there’s bound to be at least a lil angst lol)

a/n: ouchies multiple ways this fic...i feel bad for YN a couple of times let’s leave it there.

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Being a teacher meant Bucky’s body was used to waking up early, especially since he usually had to wake up a grumpy, sleepy Becca. Which meant at 6:00am Bucky was waking up on his own. The bed was warm and he snuggled closer to the source of the warmth. And then he froze.

Bucky’s eyes flew open as he remembered where he was and who the source of warmth was. Your back faced Bucky, his arm slung around your naked waist. You were sleeping peacefully, your chest moving with each deep breath.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckshitshitshitshit what did you DO BARNES!?

Bucky had never slept with a student’s mom. And immediately it started to think maybe this whole situation would be better if I just…snuck out. So that’s what he did. Bucky peeled his arm slowly and softly away from you and tried his best not to wake you as the springs of your mattress creaked. Next thing he knew, Bucky was hopping into his pants and throwing on his shoes as fast as he could as he snuck out the front door of your penthouse apartment.

“YOU DID WHAT!?” Steve roared on the other end of the phone, Bucky wincing outwardly at the sheer volume level.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, it was a bad idea. A wrong move and now I’ve gotta go see Becca,” Bucky sighed, rubbing his eyes to try and stave off the headache he knew was inevitable.

“Oh no you don’t. I’m not mad at the fact you slept with her, hell if you didn’t then I would’ve given it a shot,” Steve started almost teasingly but Bucky tenses up either way before finishing, “I’m pissed at the fact that you LEFT her, Buck. What’s gonna happen when you see each other at the zoo today, huh? Cause I guarantee Becca’s not gonna let you slip out of it. And I doubt you have her number. Am I right?”

Bucky groaned at the realization, as well as the chewing out his friend was giving him. Steve was right. Becca would never forgive him if he didn’t take her to the zoo and after the night at Obsidian, Bucky hadn’t even thought to get your number.

“Now that I’ve got you realizing what a massive douchebag you were, and are if I’m being honest at the moment, why the fuck did you leave her, naked in her penthouse apartment, when she obviously seemed just as interested in you?” Steve questioned, his tone softening.

“We were drunk, she just wanted a quick and easy fuck. She doesn’t want me,” Bucky grumbled as he leaned his head back on the edge of the couch.

Steve audibly scoffed, “First of all, what part of banging her daughter’s teacher is quick and easy when the two of you have to see each other multiple times a week? Second, Buck you fell for her the instant she dropped Avery off on Monday. Why wouldn’t you just wait and see what last night meant? And lastly, you let her make that decision. You let her tell you that, you don’t get to make that choice for her. You heard last night about her ex, the divorce and how bad it obviously hurt her and then you go and just…use her.”

Bucky’s heart stung with Steve’s words. He knew his best friend was right. By leaving before you even woke up he made the decision for you. The decision to not talk about last night and what it meant, if it meant anything at all, ever again. Bucky sighed heavily to which Steve hastily added one last part, “also she definitely didn’t want quick and easy if the two of you went at it like rabbits multiple times last night. Cause that’s neither quick nor easy.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and gave Steve a short goodbye before hanging up, he could practically hear the blonde chuckling on the other end of the phone. As Bucky sat and thought about his actions he realized something. He acted more like Dot would have in that situation than himself. He left you without a single word, without a single explanation as to why. He made that decision for you…and that didn’t sit right with Bucky. He’d definitely have to talk to you about it at the zoo…if Becca would let him get a single word in to you.

When Bucky pulled up at his mom’s place to pick up Becca he could practically hear the six year old all the way outside. “Auntie Bex, my daddy is gonna pick me up and we’re going to see my best friend Avery and her mommy Ms. Y/N. She told me I can call her Ms. Y/N instead of Ms. L/N. Auntie Bex Avery’s mommy is so pretty! She looks like a princess! And she acts like a princess, she’s so nice to me and Avery!” Bucky didn’t wait around to hear his sister’s reaction, he was sure she had heard those very sentences multiple times last night, and he merely knocked on the door before letting himself in to his mom’s house.

“DADDYYYYYYYYYYYY!” A blur of brown hair zipped around the corner from his mom’s living room and ran straight into his legs, wrapping herself around like a koala. Bucky bent down to swing Becca into his arms, her squeals almost deafening as he plastered kisses all over her face to her mock-irritation.

“Oh my goodness, it’s my Becca-Bug! Oh I missed you, I missed you, I missed you!” Bucky over-dramatized his reaction, knowing that it would amuse Becca.

“It was only one day daddy!” she squealed as she threw her arms around him in a tight hug, causing Bucky to chuckle. Rebecca, Bucky’s sister, joined them and grabbed the youngest Becca from her brother’s arms.

“Alright trouble, back up. It’s time for the original Rebecca Barnes to give her big brother a hug,” she stated, holding her arms open with a look on her face that had Bucky confused. Bucky pulled his sister in for a hug and she whispered, “we’re gonna have to have a talk about Becca’s new best friend and her “absolutely super duper uber amazing mommy” because she would not shut up about today all night.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and responded, “Hi Bex, nice to see you too, how have you been? Oh fine Bucky, just getting through grad school, how have you been?” his sister grinning at her older brother before turning to shut the door behind him. Becca grabbed his hand and led him through the house past where Winnie was washing dishes from breakfast and up the stairs to Bucky’s old room, which his mom had transformed into a room fit for a six year old girl.

“Look daddy I was so good for Nana and we cleaned up my room already so we can go, go go!” Becca spoke fast as she grabbed her backpack and headed back towards the front door with Bucky in tow.

“Alright, alright. Slow down, missy. What do you tell Nana and Auntie Bex?” Bucky questioned, hoping to prolong the inevitable just a little bit, but Becca was smart. She ran to both women and gave them each a big hug followed by a thank you and a loud “I love you!” She immediately returned to Bucky, her big blue eyes wide and excited. Bucky blew out a sigh and gave his mom and sister a hug and a thank you before taking Becca to the car.

The whole car ride Becca was almost bouncing in her car seat. She babbled on and on and on about how Avery had never seen a polar bear before because she used to be scared of bears but Becca had told her that they were the coolest animal ever and that she absolutely had to see him. Bucky grinned, Becca sure was a persistent little thing, wonder where she got that from. They had to park a few blocks away so Bucky swung Becca onto his shoulders and she shouted that she was “as tall as the Empire State Building!” As Bucky and Becca approached the entrance to the Central Park Zoo he saw you first. You were holding Avery on your hip, the six year old talking to you animatedly as if it were the first time she’d seen you all day. Your lips were curling up into a grin and damn did Bucky hate that he knew his mere presence would make that disappear.

It wasn’t too many more steps until Becca noticed the two of you as well, and in true Becca fashion she let out a squealed “AVERY!” The child practically kicking at Bucky’s chest to let her down so she could run up to her friend. The two girls embraced, and Bucky chanced a look at you. You were looking at the girls, your eyes glued to their heads, not even a tiny peak up at the man who’d left you bright and early that same morning.

As the girls spoke, Bucky took in a breath and broke the awkward and tense silence that had formed between the two, supposed, adults, “Hey Y/N.” Your mouth set into a straight line, any trace of a smile gone, but you continued to stare down at the girls.

Your response? “Good morning, Mr. Barnes.” Bucky winced at your tone, cold and calculating, and immediately noticed the use of his last name. Yeah he knew he deserved that. Hell he deserved so much MORE than that. He opened his mouth to apologize and you must have had those all-seeing eyes his mom used to joke about having when he was a kid because you interrupted him with a harshly whispered, “I am here to take my child to the zoo with her best friend. You just so happen to be that best friend’s parent. You will not talk to me unless my daughter or your daughter needs something or is in danger, understood?” You chose that moment to look up at him, a fire burning in your eyes that he never wished to have directed at him ever again.

The clipped tone you spoke to him with was the exact opposite of any voice Bucky had heard you use in the last week. That’s when he realized. This was the famous Y/N L/N who brought wealthy businessmen to their knees. This was the woman who had taken control of the reputation her ex-husband had smeared with lies and evil words and made it her own. And fucking hell is it hot?? Am I turned on right now? Bucky couldn’t help but think to himself as he nodded in response to your question, moving his attention to the girls who were both jumping up and down and chanting “polar bears! Polar bears! Polar bears!”

The rest of the trip was relatively uneventful. Bucky would help you if the girls needed something, never saying anything unless it was warranted and you did the same. If Bucky held Becca on his shoulders to see better he’d offer Avery the same chance. Bucky swore at one point he saw the corners of your mouth turn up into a small smile as Avery squealed with excitement at being so high off the ground. As the trip rounded off to a close, Bucky decided to give his apology one last try, “look, Ms. L/N, I really am so sorry about last night but I’d like to expla-,” he started lowly so that the girls couldn’t pick up what he was saying, you shot your eyes up at him, the anger building again and Bucky was about to call it a day, tuck his tail and run when he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in years call to him. Dot.

“Oh my god, Bucky is that you?” She called from the sidewalk, the second she noticed Becca she gushed, “oh my goodness, look at you, my baby!” causing Becca to take cower behind your legs from the stranger talking to her.

What Bucky did notice, before looking at Dot, was the way your face tightened and the anger that had been building in your eyes earlier had turned to confusion as you turned to look at Bucky’s ex-girlfriend and the mother of his child.

Bucky’s confusion started when he saw the look on your face but it only increased when he noticed the look on Dot’s. She was looking at you and Avery with a slightly concerned and scared, or so Bucky thought, look on her face. Bucky’s biggest moment of confusion is when she addressed you.

“Oh, Y/N. I didn’t see you the-,”

“It’s Ms. L/N to you, Dolores,” you stated in that same clipped and cold tone you had used on Bucky earlier, except this time the fire that had been burning in your eyes had turned into full on rage.

Why the fuck would Y/N call her Dolores…I only referred to her as Dot last night when we talked about relationships, Bucky thought to himself. Bucky’s mouth was moving before he had the chance to stop it, “I’m sorry, but you two know each other?”

Your face tightened, Bucky swore he saw tears in your eyes before you glared Dot down prior to turning your attention to him, a soft, pointed smile as you answered softly to as to not draw the girls’ attention even more than they already had.

“I have had the unfortunate pleasure to meet her a number of times. Dolores was my maid a few years back.”

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