#gust x val

[bigfatbimbo]

I could be a better boyfriend —

Vox x Reader ,, 1.1k Words

summary — Reader yells at Valentino for being an asshole to Vox, spiraling them into an argument that eventually causes feelings to come out.

warnings — angst-ish, Vox and Val being the worst, toxic relationships, mild sexual tension

a/n — I had a great time writing this, to be honest. Hope I didn’t make Vox seem to innocent. Just to clarify he’s also the worst and a manipulator, he’s just the worst and a manipulated who’s desperate for validation and deserves better.

“Um, what the fuck was that?” Vox spat at you, after leading you into a different room. 

The two of you were in Val’s porn studio. You, only to see Vox, and Vox because, well, who knows why he would go to that god awful place unprompted. 

You didn’t want to start a fight with Val, but it was so easy when you saw how he treated people. Especially Vox. It got under your skin, how they affected each other.

It was so embarrassingly apparent to everyone that they were dysfunctional, and all Val did was stress Vox out with his useless bitching and overall toxic attitude 

“I know, he’s such a snobby dick. I can’t believe you hang around with that guy—“ You turn to face him and  realize it wasn’t Val he was talking about. 

Your chest swelled when a deep gust of anger overtook you. Not necessarily at Vox, but at his inability to understand how the situation escalated.

It started with normal flirting between the two, normal, obnoxious, terribly disgusting attempts at flirting. The word ‘attempt’ is used because calling it ‘flirting’ implies there were any undertones of romance.

However, unsurprisingly considering the current company, there was none. Val spoke only from his dick, and it was agonizing to watch.

Especially after the two inevitably started arguing because that’s what happens when they’re in each others company for too long. 

“Oh, come on, Vox. I’m the problem here?” You scoff and nod to the other room.

“Well, you did try to start a fight with a powerful overlord who’s, oh yeah, right, also my boyfriend,” Vox shouted, screen glitching out slightly. 

Still, you didn’t see error in your ways. You considered yourself a level-headed person, so when you lost your shit it really meant something. 

And, oh, it really did this time.

It was almost impossible to remember what Val had been bitching about on this ever-so joyous occasion. Something about Vox being in his space and crowding his area. ‘Fucking up his concentration,’ or something.

Of course, Vox fired back, and then Valentino, and so on. You almost rolled your eyes and left when Valentino had rose from his directors chair and started yelling at Vox like he had just committed the worst form of betrayal ever.

This time though, you could tell some of Valentinos words had gotten to Vox because, just for a second, his anger flickered into despair. It wasn’t noticeable, you were sure no one else picked up on it. After all, Vox would rather die than show vulnerability in front of a room full of pornstars. 

But before Vox had a chance to fire back, you had stepped in. Your face scrunched up recalling the moment.

“Vox, I was looking out for you, jesus christ. God forbid I help a friend stand up to his shitty, awful boyfriend,” your hands fly up in the air mockingly as you recount the events in your head.

You didn’t remember exactly what you said, just that you went off. You do, however remember leaving the studio speechless after your outburst. 

And Vox having to drag you away, with you still yelling at Val, in order to prevent a physical fight. That’s how you ended up here; a break room in a porn studio, being reprimanded for attempting to be a good friend.  How tragic.

“What makes you think you need to look out for me? I am well aware of Val’s—” he searched for the word, “—quirks. It’s nothing I can’t handle on my own, like I have been doing for the past decade, you asshole.”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with it on your own,” you reasoned, voice still harsh and cold, “Maybe, if you were dating someone better—“

“Oh? Like who? Who would possibly ever—“

“Me, you fucking dumbass,” You yelled in a moment of thoughtless impulse. 

That shut him up fast. Whatever argument he was cooking up slowly faded away into a blank stare. 

The silence lasted too long. 

“What— what are you saying?” Vox inquired, quieter than before. His eyes searched yours, desperately wanting you to explain yourself.

“You deserve someone who would treat you better, Vox. Someone, well, preferably me.” You finish, stepping towards him.

“I could treat you better, so much better. And hell, if not me, please just choose anyone but Valentino. I can’t—“ You try to grab his hand but he steps back.

“How?” He looks at you, trying to stay composed but silently pleading with you for an answer.

“How, what?”

“How would you treat me better?” 

You simply look at him. His performative walls were slowly coming down. Or at least they will, depending on how you answer.

Still, you stay quiet for too long.

“Well, I wouldn’t yell at you for just being around me,” You try, but continue after realizing it wasn’t enough, “I’d listen to you, actually listen. Not just complain and expect unconditional comfort or support.”

That sparked his interest so you keep going. 

“I’d make you coffee when you work late, black, just how you like it. Oh, and I wouldn’t forget our anniversary, thats…fucked. I’d let you lean on my shoulder when you were tired and— and I’d take care of you when you bite off more than you could chew, work wise. I wouldn’t yell at you. Not too much, anyways. I’d compliment you and praise you, tell you how proud of you I am.”

You had inched closer and closer to him during this speech, until your bodies were practically pressed together.

His usual facade was almost completely gone, he looked needy, no desperate, miserably craving something from you. He didn’t know if he wanted to be fucked stupid, or hugged until he fell asleep.

“Well, I…” He tried, but unfortunately Vox’s charismatic demeanor wasn’t helping him here, “…I wasn’t aware you felt that way.”

Your hands fell on his cheeks, or more accurately where they would be, and caressed them gently.

His eyes fluttered shut out how gentle you were. His hands subconsciously flew to your hips to brace himself when he leaned in to kiss you.

You kissed back, harder, as if you’ve been waiting forever. Which, it felt like you had. His hands drifted up to pull you in by your shirt collar, deepening the kiss, as yours fell to rest on his chest. Eventually, they went you his back and pulled him closer to you than before.

The kiss was tender, sweet, but hungry and depraved. When you finally broke, neither of you spoke for a long time, still breathing heavily, foreheads almost pushed together.

“Why didn’t we—“ Vox panted, “—why didn’t we do that before?”

You laugh weakly. “So, what’s it gonna be?” You ask, “Me or Valentino?” 

a/n — Probably gonna be the last fic of the night. I am SO tired. So sadly no railing Vox fic, like I hoped.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel fluff #vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox

[prythianpages]

ACOSM | The Night her Father found out her secret

azriel x rhysand's sister (oc)

warnings: angst, mentions of violence, blood, dead bodies

summary: the High Lord of the Night Court discovers his daughter's little secret. He does not take her sneaking off to train with the Valkyries lightly and decides to punish her for it.

A/N: this is an imagine among my collection that follow Rhysand's sister, Valeria. while I'm still working on them, you can find the masterlist for it here. I'm currently watching The Witcher and Yennefer is my fav character. the fact that she has purple eyes reminded me of Rhysand's sister so now I can't help but picture her as Val, hence me using her in one of the pics above.

**

The air buzzed with anticipation as they circled each other, eyes locked in fierce determination. Zeila, a seasoned Valkyrie instructor, initiated the first strike. Valeria, her dark membranous wings stretching proudly, deftly parried. Their blades danced in a symphony of skill and grace.

Despite Zeila’s experience, Valeria’s proved a formidable force. A quick succession of well-executed maneuvers caught Zeila off guard. Her sword fell from her grasps clattering to the ground but the warrior did not falter. With a grin, she unsheathed her daggers and Valeria did the same, throwing her sword to the floor.

They danced around each other, eyes sharp and focused. It was Valeria who threw the first strike, lunging forward with precision. She was at a disadvantage as she only had one dagger and Zeila two but she did not let this deter her. Zeila countered swiftly, her dagger slicing through the air grazing Valeria’s leathers, drawing a hiss of pain as it left a shallow cut on her arm. Undeterred, Valeria pressed on. Her keen eyes assessed Zeila’s movements, searching for an opening. When she found one, she disarmed her instructor in a swift maneuver. Before Zeila could react, Valeria had her backed against the training ground’s boundary, dagger gently pressed against her mentor’s throat.

A hushed pause settled over the training grounds as the surrounding Valkyries assessed the situation. Zeila’s eyes gleamed with pride rather than disappointment as she bore witness to Valeria’s skills and dedication that shined as bright as the full moon above them. She grinned. “Well done, Valeria.”

Valeria, panting but radiant, lowered her weapon in disbelief. The realization of her victory, not just in the spar but in the eyes of her instructor, overwhelmed her with a whirlwind of emotions. The look Zeila was giving her was one she had previously yearned to find within her father.

 Zeila had taken her under her wing, not caring that she was the High Lord’s daughter. She saw her as Valeria, a girl with a determined and unwavering spirit. She understood that Valeria’s path to training was not a smooth one, given the tempest of her fate as a high fae. So Zeila devoted every opportunity to guide her and it was through her and the other Valkyrie’s relentless support that Valeria transformed. She, who once faced the storm, had become the storm itself. This training session was more than a physical exercise. It was a moment of growth and validation of all the years Valeria trained.

“Looks like someone brought you a gift.”

Valeria turned around, her gaze finding Tanwyn and some of her other Valkyrie friends. Her heart swelled at the small pastry, a lemon cake, in Tanwyn’s hand that was topped with two lit candles. One for each decade of her life. “Happy late birthday,” Tanwyn smiled.

“Thank you.” Valeria’s own lips curled up into a smile as she took the pastry into her hands. Noctis, who had been persistent in accompanying her tonight, squeaked in delight and returned to her shoulder.

Valeria pursed her lips, preparing to blow the candles but there was a sudden gust of wind. She watched as the flames died out, eyes widening in horror as a familiar cloud of darkness began to engulf the training grounds. It wrapped them in its cold embrace, prompting all Valkyries to draw out their weapons, senses on high alert.

There was a thundering sound and in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared that had the blood draining from Valeria’s face. Both her wings and Noctis’s began to quiver.

It was her father. He had found her.

**

The Night Court’s throne room was bathed in twilight. Tall, obsidian pillars, adorned with intricate carvings of celestial motifs, reached toward the vaulted ceiling. As Rhysand walked through the vast room, he couldn’t help but notice the delicate mist that hung in the air.

He came to a halt upon the dais, where his father sat upon his throne.

“Ah, Rhysand.” The High Lord greeted with a smirk, his violet eyes flickered with an emotion Rhysand couldn’t quite place. “My son.”

“You called for me?”

“Yes.” His father replied. “I was hoping Valeria would be with you.”

Rhysand frowned. He rarely ever asked about his sister’s whereabouts. “She’s with Cassian. They’re shopping for the upcoming Starfall.”

“Interesting.” His father said with a hum. He inclined his head slightly to his left and in that subtle motion, the air seemed to dance with translucent waves. As the glamor fell apart, a crestfallen Cassian came into view. “Cassian was just telling me how Valeria was at the library with Azriel.”

He then gestured his head to his right and from the shadows emerged Azriel, maintaining an unwavering composure that echoed stoicism. “But he has been with me all day.”

Rhysand shrugged yet the discerning gaze in his eyes subtly revealed a crack in his normally composed facade–a fleeting trace of concern. His powers reached out toward his friends and they let him in their minds, allowing him access to their thoughts. They mirrored his concerns but neither of them knew of Valeria’s whereabouts.

 “Perhaps she is with Mor then.”

“Morrigan is in Velaris alone.”

“Then Mother–”

“Your mother has been in her room, working on dresses for Starfall. Also alone.”

Rhysand’s eyebrows furrowed and a surge of panic quickened his heartbeat. His hands instinctively folded together in front of him. “So where is Valeria?”

“I’ll tell you where she was.” The High Lord’s voice rang taut and rough and it was then that Rhysand recognized the look in his eyes. It was one of pure rage. “She was with the Valkyries.”

An eerie silence filled the throne room. Rhysand’s eyes were wide and he turned to his friends. Azriel remained stoic but there was an icy rage lurking within his eyes and Cassian’s fists were clenched at his sides as he glared at the High Lord. There was another haunting realization.

“Oh, you didn’t know either?” The High Lord’s voice carried a taunting tone, accompanied by an almost amused expression that played across his features. “Your little sister was sneaking off to train as if she were a Valkyrie herself.”

After another moment of silence, the High Lord spoke again. “Would you like to know where your sister is now?”

Rhysand’s throat tightened. “Where?”

The High Lord leaned back into his throne with a malevolent smirk that sent shivers down Rhysand’s spine. “Learning a very much needed lesson in Windhaven.”

As if following an otherworldly cue, the ground beneath them quivered and the mountains themselves seemed to shift. A low chuckle escaped the High Lord, his eyes gleaming in the face of such an overwhelming power, failing to recognize that it was not Rhysand who had made the Night Court tremble.

**

Valeria’s ears were ringing and her breath hitched at the sight of five heavily armed Illyrian males surrounding her. Her wings were taut, one of them curling inwards over Noctis, her dear bird. She had no weapons herself. Her dagger had fallen from her grasp at the Valkyrie’s training grounds and she didn’t have enough time to reach for it before her father had roughly grabbed her and winnowed them to Windhaven.

“You want to be a warrior?” Her father had seethed into her ear. “Go ahead then.”

He had pushed her to the ground in front of the hungry and malicious Illyrian males. “Have at her. This one needs to learn her place.” He had said before winnowing away.

She rose to her feet, eyeing each of them. She recognized one of them. He was the only one among them that bore no siphons. His eyes were cold and spiteful as ever. Mallory’s father.

This would not be a fair fight. She was outnumbered and unarmed but she refused to let the fear that surged through her body surface. She would not yield to it. She turned her head toward the bird on her shoulder, her eyes were pleading. Go. Noctis blinked back at her, his dark eyes twinkling with defiance. He refused to leave her side.

Mallory’s father was the first to step forward, a wicked smirk etched onto his face. The blade in his hand gleamed as it was directed toward her. “You thought yourself untouchable because you were the High Lord’s daughter but it is he who brought you to us. It’s going to be fun breaking you.”

“Let’s start with her wings.”

The one who last spoke was the one who lunged at her first. She dodged his strike with ease and grace and then kicked him, sending him crashing into one of the other Illyrian males.

“You will not take my wings from me.” Valeria snarled as she tucked her wings behind her and stepped into a defensive stance–one she learned from Cassian.

Mallory’s father chuckled. “You’re outnumbered.”

The four Illyrian males lunged at her, their siphons glowing. She punched, kicked and threw tendrils of silver light their way. Noctis flew from her shoulders, his beak piercing and pricking at their eyes to allow Valeria the upper hand. She didn’t scream as blades pierced her skin, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing her pain. 

Valeria managed to steal a dagger from one of them and swept it across his chest, sending the Illyrian male staggering backwards. “You bitch,” he growled before lunging for her again.

Distracted by the bleeding male before her, she didn’t catch the nod the two males approaching from behind her shared. She found herself pinned to the ground before she could even react properly. She squirmed and fought against their hold until a third male came from behind. One of them grasped her hair and yanked her head up, forcing her to look up at Mallory’s father.

Noctis let out a croak in warning as Mallory’s father approached her, flaring out his wings as he perched himself on her shoulder again.

“How embarrassing it must be.” Valeria choked out, blood trickling from her mouth. “To know that it takes three strong Illyrians, siphons and all, to hold me down.”

When the fingers digging into her pierced into her skin and Mallory’s father’s eyes flickered with uncertainty, she almost grinned.

“Do it now.”

She heard it before she felt it.

 The haunting sound of a blade slicing through her wing. The blade drew back and it was then that the fear within her surfaced for a fleeting moment as she watched Noctis fall from her shoulder. He fell to the ground silently, blood trickling from the gaping wound at his throat. Her own blood began to splatter on the ground beside him from the wound in her wing.

She could not bring herself to cry or scream. She could not afford to at the moment so with an unwavering determination, she pushed all her grief and hurt away until only one feeling remained. Anger.

Her father thought her to be weak. He had taunted her, believing that she could not withstand the storm of Illyrian rage. But he had forgotten that she was a half breed. Illyrian blood coursed through her veins too. She would not fall victim to this storm. She would not falter. She would not yield.

She looked up, past Mallory’s father, at the night sky above them. The moon was full and shining brightly. It seemed to cast its ethereal glow upon her, sparking a feeling she had never felt before. Thirst for revenge. For blood.

The moonstone wrapped around her neck glowed intensely and her pupils flared, capturing the reflection of the full moon within their depths. 

There was a scream and then the hold on her was faltering. She took advantage of it, pushing the three Illyrians away from her. She swore the ground beneath her trembled as she rose to her feet, gaze fixed on Mallory’s father.

Tendrils of pure and raging moonlight were snaking around him. They wrapped around his legs, his arms, his neck. They were burning and suffocating, clinging onto him as they anxiously awaited their master’s next orders.

“Witch.” She heard one of the males hiss under his breath.

Valeria allowed her silver tendrils to continue as her powers surged through her veins. She had never felt them like this before. So strong, so intense. It almost scared her to know what had been lurking within her.

The tendrils began to move over Mallory’s father. The ones at his neck snaked up and slithered into his parted mouth. She could see them glow from within him and she watched as he fell to the ground. Screams of agony escaped from the male as more of her light flooded into his mouth. He writhed on the ground while the other males froze in terror.

Mallory’s father fell silent and still as the tendrils of light that had swarmed into him were now surging out from his mouth and eyes. They rushed back to Valeria, slithering up her arms and she was surprised to find that they were warm and loving. 

She turned to the remaining males with a wicked gleam in her violet eyes. Her silver tendrils were radiating from her glowing body. The male who had sliced through her wing and killed Noctis was the first to drop his weapon and run.

“Where are you going?” She called out, taunting him. “I was just getting started.”

Her silver tendrils whirled after him and Valeria took delight in the way they wrapped around the male’s ankles and yanked, forcing him to the ground. They dragged his screaming body until he was laying at her feet with such force that the rocky ground beneath cut through his leathers and pricked his skin. One of her silver tendrils brought forth the male’s weapon and Valeria took the dagger into her own hands with a thankful smile before hurling it toward the male and silencing him, the dagger tearing into his throat just as he had done to Noctis.

The remaining males growled at her, their siphons glowing so bright that they burst as they rushed at her, unaware of the beast they had unleashed within Valeria. She brought them all down one by one, using both the dagger and her powers. 

When the last male had dropped to the ground, her knees gave out and it was only then that she released the scream that had been lingering in her throat.

**

Azriel’s heart was at his throat. He could feel everything she was feeling. He reached out toward that golden thread–that connection between him and Valeria–but he could not get a hold of her. He couldn’t reassure her as he did before. All he could do was feel her pain, her hurt and it drove him insane.

He desperately clung to that fine thread, urging it to lead him to where she was as he landed in Windhaven with Cassian and Rhysand by his side. His shadows were rushing from his side, diffusing into the chilling night.

“She’s close.” Azriel said as his shadows picked up on her scent. “The training grounds.”

A sudden, piercing scream followed his words. Its abruptness resonated through the cold Windhaven air, making their skins crawl and Azriel’s blood run cold. Valeria, Azriel’s shadows screamed in his ears.

**

A chilling and terrifying scene was before them. Five Illyrian males were strewn across the training grounds, their mouths agape–a telltale sign that they had died screaming. The scent of burnt flesh was strong and Rhysand’s eyes darted around them in fright. They all had matching injuries with the exception of one. Blood was seeping from their eyes and mouths and their exposed skin was marred by burnt marks while the one exception had bled out from a gaping wound at his throat.

“Valeria.” Rhysand breathed as he spotted her.

She was in the center of the dead males, hunched over on the ground as she hurled, her chest heaving. Her body was glowing so bright that Rhysand had to squint his eyes. He rushed toward her, dropping to the ground besides her as he heard Azriel and Cassian arrive.

Azriel’s shadows darted toward her, desperate to assess her injuries–to know how badly she had been harmed. His shadows were able to break through her protective light and Azriel’s knees nearly gave out as they returned to him and curled against his ear. Cassian’s eyes were wide and he moved to confirm that each of the males who had hurt her were dead.

“I didn’t mean to kill them all. I just wanted to hurt them, to scare them away but then something came over me.” Valeria’s voice was shaky and frantic as she sobbed. “They wanted to–my wings–Noctis–they–”

Rhysand let out a curse as he spotted the dead carcass of her beloved bird, his heart breaking at the sight. His touch was gentle and soothing despite the rage he felt within as he held her head in his hands, bringing her fearful gaze to his.

“Father–he brought me here–he wanted to–I was–I'm so sorry–I only wanted to–”

"Shh, it's okay."

Valeria’s cries and broken voice were soul-crushing. Azriel’s body was shaking and his wings prepared to take flight but Cassian, who sensed his intent, was stopping him. With a firm grip, he led Azriel to where Valeria and Rhysand were kneeled on the floor instead.

Rhysand’s eyes bore into Valeria’s. “You’re safe now.”

Valeria’s eyes continued to dart around her, her breathing ragged and uneven. Her tears blurred her vision but she could still make out the silhouettes of the dead bodies. She had killed them. All five of them. 

“You’re safe now.” Rhysand repeated, pulling her trembling body into his arms. He rested his hand on the back of her head, pressing it to his chest to keep her from looking at the scene around them. “It’s alright.”

Yet the vulnerability in his eyes betrayed his words and as he locked gazes with Cassian and Azriel, he found that a shared sentiment of unease painted their expressions. This was the night the High Lord unwittingly forged three formidable enemies.

**

A/N: after writing this I feel kind of bad for making rhysand's dad so evil but I don't want to defend him at all in this au bc he's an asshole. anyway, it was kind of fun writing Val's powers and also her Illyrian urge to kill awakening in her. sorry there wasn't much Az x Val interactions. just one more imagine and we're done with the collection of Val's early life. I don't have the name up for it yet bc I wanted it to be a little bit of surprise but any guesses as to what the theme will be? 👀 i've left subtle hints lol

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[the0racl30fd3lphi]

More than friends, a little more than lovers x.t. (p.2)

a/n: all the love you've given the first one literally makes me want to cry. i've never felt as seen and appreciated as i have when in my writing, so i really appreciate you all. i thought it was gonna flop but i just wanted to put my work out there. so here's part 2 i guess 😭 i also only ever seem to write when i'm so tired my exhaustion is seeping out of my ass i love you all.

pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader

summary: nevermore's favorite "tortured" couple has separated and the school walks around on glass waiting to see the outcome.

warnings: fluff, angst, love triangle (kinda) light swearing? not much tho, suggestive themes

word count: 1,858

part 1 part 3

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It'd been three weeks since you and Xavier fell out of contact, in a way. You stopped stopping by his dorm nightly, you packed a smaller lunch, you sat next to anyone else in the classes you shared. And that little box? Kept under your bed? No new additions, still a secret (bar Val) but a little more dusty.

Every few nights or so, Val would catch you turning to face it's direction. You'd twist you'd turn, you'd reach but it'd falter. Your arm falls back down and you'd turn around in the other direction. Soon you stopped taking care of yourself as well. Obviously while keeping up appearances so no one bothered you. Val noticed though. She always knew what was up with you before you knew.

On the other side of the spectrum Xavier wasn't doing so well himself. Almost every night he spent at Ajax's dorm, crashing on a chair so not to oppose his roommate, or at his art studio. Turns out deep in the woods with nothing else but his feelings and his art, really sparks the inspiration.

His inspiration was you. Ceiling, to wall, to floor it was you. Any part of you that he remembered was everywhere. Nothing to disgrace your dignity, of course. The only dignity getting ruined was his. If anyone saw any of his work recently they'd call it a stalker obsession with you. He hated himself for not noticing earlier. For losing you. Every night he remembers the week you pulled away. Then he remembers the months before that when he pushed you away.

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"Hey, how were classes?" He ran up to you after catching a glimpse of you in the halls.

"Fine," You said so quietly he almost missed it.

"You okay?" The slight crinkle between his brows made your stomach turn in a good way and a bad one, you couldn't do it anymore.

"Great." With that you disappeared.

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You opened the door to Botany class, the overbearing replacement for Ms. Thornhill welcomed you when you showed up right after class was supposed to start. Mumbling an apology, your eyes caught Xavier's and he nodded with his head for you to sit down.

Instead of taking your normal place by his side you sat down next to Yoko far away from him. You spent the whole class period ignoring his gazes and attempts to get your attention. You had sped so fast once the bell rang to leave a gust of wind passed by you.

Twisting and turning through the corridors to make it to your next class a gentle hand gripped around your elbow and pulled you into the empty classroom next to you.

"What's up with you?" Xavier closed the door behind him and moved to stand next to you.

"Nothing's up with me," you tried to turn and escape him but he blocked your path each time.

"Somethings up," he grabbed your arm to keep you in place. "First you don't show up last night and then you don't sit next to me in class? What's going on?" His head kept moving to try and place itself in your line of sight.

"If you don't know what it is by now, it's obviously nothing!" Trying to keep yourself calm you rip your arm out of his grasp and ran out the door. To keep yourself hidden, you used the late Principal Weems ability and shifted into a random student so he couldn't recognize you.

Xavier rushed out of the classroom and stood in the hallway, getting pushed and shoved students annoyed he was blocking the way. If you were even there, or turned back to see him, you would've noticed the way he searched for you. The way his head shook as he rubbed the back of his neck. The sound a nearby locker made after the front of his boot made connection with it. The groan that left his mouth as he rubbed the top of his shoe trying to bring circulation back in his toes.

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"Hey Xavi! How you doin'?" you asked so positively, smiling widely and so radiantly. Looking back now, he wished he could have actually seen your face. Looking back now, he wished he actually looked at you. All he can remember was anything from his peripheral. Which is not a lot.

"I'm fine," he mumbled looking down at his phone, and then all around him. He was restless.

"Fine as in bad or fine as in good?" you tried to press. You shuffled and adjusted so now you were laying upside down next to him.

"Fine as in fine." He looked down to his phone once more, and the clock struck midnight. And just like Cinderella and her shitty little shoe, he ran to the window and opened just enough to hear...

Wednesday.

Wednesday on her dumb little cello.

It was unfair that she was so talented, so good at playing the music. Of course he adored her, who wouldn't?

"It's so... melodic," Xavier basically swooned out the window. Remember those cartoons, when the character smells a pie or something and floats around following the aroma? Welcome to the dumb stupid look on Xavier's face.

"She's playing the melody of... the Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 remixed with Lady Jane by The Rolling Stones that's why its melodic." You looked at him like he was genuinely and idiot. "It's written to sound like that."

He completely ignored you.

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Classes were tense. It was even as if the teachers knew something was up, which they probably did. You couldn't tell if it was comforting or strange how the distance between you two effected the school. At least you knew you weren't crazy now, other people thought they had something too. You're not alone in your delusion, yippie.

It was night again, and you fell into the same delusional habit as you did every night. Yet this time Val said something.

"Doll, I adore you. You know this," She starts pulling you down onto her bed as you walked passed. "So all of this is out of love, get your shit together!" She smothered a pillow into your face and laid her whole body weight onto you.

"Which shit this time?" You rolled her off you and slapped her in the stomach.

"The Xavier one," she turned over to face you.

"Oh for the last time-" You started before it earned you a solid slap on the arm.

"Shut up you're literally living in a pipe dream, Xavier is everything to you just kiss and make up already! It's painful to watch you sulk like this," Val squeezed your cheeks together and slapped the side of your face.

Tapping right back into your favorite mimic powers, you quickly grew a two fangs and your eyes glowed red as you barred your teeth at her. She hated cringe acts that felt like they came right out of a CW show.

"Yes, please, bite me my mystical dark overlord!" She pretend purred at you and slapped your stomach once more real hard. Hard enough to make you groan and suck the fake fangs right back in. "I'm a vampire slut, you can not scare me with my own tactics."

That night, you turned on your side once more and thought, maybe it was a good idea to pursue. That night, when you considered floating that little box under your bed that felt so scary to think of, you did. And you traced the outlines of a photo you drew of him, watching it move and watching his smile grow as he turned to face the foreground.

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Maybe it had been three days since you considered making up with Xavier. Maybe you still hadn't done anything about it but consider, that's regardless of the point now.

It had been however, three days since you unblocked him and stopped throwing away the letters and drawings he sent you begging to apologize.

You looked at him once. In class, across the room from him you felt his burning gaze fester on the side of your head. So you looked. And his eyes widened. And some color rose back in his face. And the corners of his lips twitched up. And his iris' got smaller as his pupils widened at the sight of you.

It felt like a dream, right out of a movie scene. Damn Mr. Winston and his last 30 minuets of free time in this dumb poetic writing class. He was young, he understood what it was like to be in high school so he was very laid back. Because of this your headphones were in, and your women-crush-Wednesday (no pun intended) Taylor Swift played in your head. Wonderland.

She really could write something for every situation you could find yourself in. Xavier and his student green eyes and that cheshire cat smile. Caught in this trance, staring in his eyes, you nodded. Quietly you mouthed, Okay.

The life that filled his whole body at your silent confirmation was enough to fill you with a sense of hope. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe the situation was much more different than you thought.

"tonight?" he texted you quickly. "9pm?"

"nightshade library." you sent back.

He looked back up at you and smiled lightly, sadly.

A new type of ecstasy filled your veins at the prospect of tonight. Things will change, you hoped. Things will change, you were sure of it.

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"Okay, I'm going." You breathed out standing in front of the door. The handle felt menacingly cold when you reached for it.

"Wait, love wait!" Val stumbled out of bed and twisted you around to face her. Smoothing out your clothes and fluffing your hair, "I am so proud of you my girl. This is insanely brave of you, now go, go!" She kissed the top of your head and pushed you out the door.

"Fuck him senseless! Don't let that skinny white boy top you, you're better than that!" She called out after you before shutting the door. You could hear her cackle from down the hall and you yourself laughed. Headphones were your saving grace at this point, calming the inner monologue.

The walk felt eternally long and frighteningly short. Way too soon you were at the statue, snapping twice, and walking down the stairs. He was already there. Xavier was pacing around in a line playing with all the rings on his fingers. Fidgeting was what he did when he was nervous.

The last click of your boots on the tile floor grabbed his attention. Maybe it was the lighting, but the second he turned around he looked worse for wear. You hadn't seen him like this in a long time. Not since he left for the summer last year, knowing he'd be stuck at home with his family, and away from you. Granted only until you two snuck away from your psychotic families, and ran away for the rest of the summer using your mimic ability to the fullest.

"Hi." You whispered, so quiet he could barely hear it. So familiar he prayed he'd never have to hear it again.

"Hey."

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tried to get this part 2 out as fast for y'all as i could! so if you like it enough, a part 3 will follow with the ending i have not planned out yet. if you don't, the ending is left up to interpretation. did they make up? did they make out? did they fall further apart? who knows! ( i don't yet we'll see)

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@animesimp3456 @iovaki @navs-bhat @hellllloooosstuff @555stargirl555 @quinn165 @raeboo @heehooyeslol @leyseyb

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #peter hynes white #wednesday

[cowyolks]

It was Summer, Darling (Phillip Graves x Fem!Reader)

Prompt: A soldier lets his love for her tear him apart.

Warnings: torture, heavy angst, brief mention of a sex scene, repetitive text, death, broken promises. Lots of time jumps.

A/n: Reader’s call sign is Val.

It was summer,

He was buried in the pasture. Far from the cramped lots of the city. Here the fresh scent of lilacs and bluebells brushed in the warm breeze. Cooling rains drenched his bones, and while he could no longer breathe, the rich scent of soil engulfed his casket.

He had always said he would take you back home, to the rolling acres of his hometown. It fell as a broken promise, one that you had cursed even in his dying breath.

Now you were at his home, dressed in a pretty satin black. He was quick to praise his hometown, he said he was happiest there. Amongst the charming farms, proud people, and beautiful rolling acres of meadows. You didn’t see it here, however. It was gloomy, rain drizzling to set the mourning mood of his family. The farms were dark on the horizon, the people were weeping, and the meadows were empty of familar warmth.

With a sigh, you dropped your clenched fist, watching the upturned soil fall upon the covered casket.

He was nothing more than a memory now.

He’d met you in the scorching Californian Summer. You’d been enlisted into the notorious Shadow Company by an anonymous tip off.

Your eyes were cold, as they always were. A constant cloud of weeping destruction, as this was all you’ve ever known. Constant war, never ending blood shed.

You were told you’d meet one of the commanding officers in the training room, which is where you were heading with heavy and meaningful footfalls. The plan was simple; put on a show. Command respect. What you hadn’t expected when you arrived was a crowd. All their eyes heavily anticipating a new soldier among ranks. They bore into your frame, attempting to read any information you’d give off.

“Lieutenant.” A low voice spoke over the crowd. He was in a simple tee and shorts, likely trying to escape the sweltering heat. He was young, likely around your age, and not what you were expecting.

“Commander Phillip Graves.” He introduced as he moved closer, the little southern drawl he had escaping his petal lips. He was good looking, his face unblemished and cleanly shaven, hair a soft color of straw, and eyes like a calm eye before a hurricane. His handshake was firm, his hands calloused and warm as they clutched around your surprisingly soft ones.

You introduced yourself, falling in step beside him as he went back to what he was doing, two shadows brawled in a ring, both breathing heavy gusts. “Come on Diggs, you’ve got more in you than that.” His voice was like a buzz, and your eyes almost softened at just how much his Shadows seemed to look up to him.

“You gotta call sign, Lieutenant?” You remember him asking, a ghost of a smirk crosses over your face.

“Everyone calls me Val.”

“As in Valkyrie?” A shadow asked from around the mat, turning their eyes to you.

“No. Got it my first year as a Lieutenant, stands for Very Angry Lieutenant.” You informed, watching the amusement flicker in Graves’ eyes before he stepped forward on the mat. The soldiers all gave knowing looks as they glanced towards you.

“Well Val, per honorary tradition, we gotta see what your made of. Helps us decide if you get the soft cot or the hard one, last in line for dinner or first. You get the gist.” Graves’ voice was cocky.

You were definitely not dressed in workout clothes, but that didn’t stop you from stepping forward, widening your stance in front of your superior officer.

He was a good fighter, one that fought with blows like earthquakes and jabs that stung like viper venom. Yet, he wasn’t as quick as you, and it amused you that he protected his face more than the rest of him. His pretty boy face.

All the shadows would say he lost that battle, even though he had pinned you to the mat after a tough fight. He had a blue and purple shiner for weeks, ruining his perfect face. It amused you, but he seemed to take it like a champ.

He cracked jokes about it from time to time over your years together. “She knocked me so hard I fell for her.” He’d always say to his shadows.

It was something foreign to you. To have someone shamelessly flirt and express interest.

He’d admitted his feelings in the Scorching Californian Summer.

You were battered and torn, ripped of your cold structure as you limped across the open camp.

The choppers had discarded the wounded, their bodies just as tired and weak as yours. But you were a leader, and you didn’t bow to the temptation of exhaustion. Besides, you had to find him.

Blood was crusted under your nails, reminding you of just how close the call had been. You’d been the one to command this mission, and it was your fault that so many shadows had been snuffed out like flimsy candle wicks. You thought it would be better to split up, but now, as you met his eyes, you realized just how truly idiotic that decision was.

Your shoulders slouched when you dropped to your knees in front of his cot. He was nursing a bleeding gash to his side, likely from a stray bullet from the ambush. His usual tan skin was pale as a gentle smile spread onto his lips.

“Hey darlin’,” his voice was uncharacteristically soft, something that made your dams break and caused angry tears to track down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry. So sorry.” You choked out against your closing throat. You studied his face, braving a glance down to his cheek, where a deep gash cut against the flesh. It would likely scar.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He insisted, attempting to sit up against the worn cot, but he let out a pained noise at the flex in his side. “You couldn’t have known. And look at how many of us you managed to save, huh?” He settled back down against the cot, his teeth clenched together.

“Hundreds of them are dead, Graves.” You retaliated, your eyes not leaving his stitched wound. Yet your eyesight shifted as his fingertips guided to under your chin, shifting inches to look him in the eyes. “The explosives were recovered. Our squadron is still strong.”

His hand moved to your cheeks, brushing away the salty remains of shedded tears and sweat. “And I’ve still got the best damn partner in the world.”

At his insistence, the heavy storm clouds of your mind reduced to a calm overcast. A brief upturn of your lips told him all he needed to know. “There’s my girl.”

“You’re so looped on pain meds right now.” You teased, exhaustion replacing the adrenaline. He didn’t know what he was saying, and at the time, neither did you.

“I can’t lose you.” You had pleaded as your hand wrapped around his fingers.

“You won’t.” He had lied.

He’d made love to you in the scorching Californian Summer.

You’d both had some free time from the constant leading and organizing of the Shadow Company. You had a couple days to relax, which was impossibly rare on its own, and even more rare that Graves was there with you.

He’d lease an apartment on the San Diego coast, far from prying ears and seeing eyes. It was gorgeous there, with fluttering palms and white sands.

A little slice of heaven.

Yet nothing was as euphoric as his searing lips upon your bare skin.

The cool air conditioning did little to diminish the heat you were feeling, and the two of you only made the air hotter as he laid everything out in front of you.

He’d kissed your lips until they were swollen, and worshiped your body like a man who had just seen his God.

He didn’t care that salt still remained on your lips from the ocean’s waves. He didn’t care that your many scars littered your body like a demented painting. He didn’t even care to breathe as he swallowed your pleasured moans in his own ecstasy.

He’d claim you as his, just as you’d leave the lasting and black mark on his heart. And you’d never be the same again.

You’d watch the waves in his arms, admiring the constant and repetitive pushing of the seas on the sands. Wishing that your love could be as eternal as the water hitting the shores.

He was your salvation in the Scorching Californian Summer.

It had been a month, and while you had been through vicious torture before, it never really became easier.

It was a scout mission in the Russian backcountry, scouting had always been something you were exceptionally great at. But this time, there was a tip off.

You’d gotten your shadows to safety, that was the main concern. Graves always voiced his concerns of your selflessness. “You’ll get yourself killed one day, Val. And I’ll pull you out of hell myself.”

You’d stepped into the line of fire, offering yourself as leverage. Who were they to refuse the second in command? They’d brought you into the freezing gulag, roughing you around the edges that left your body nothing more than a shell.

Over the month they cut you, they tore you, they shredded you of who you were. The hope you had was squashed, and your soul was tired.

It was winter there when he’d found you.

You never remembered much after meeting his eyes, knowing somehow you’d now be safe.

He always refused to mention much about that day. He was kind to you after, doting on your wounds and being your crutch as you healed. But something was wrong, terribly wrong.

His eyes that were once the calm of the storm now raged. His body was a taut wire, ready to snap back on oblivious fingers.

“Is everything okay?” You had asked him after several months of your recovery. At long last you’d be shortly returning to your position, no longer bound to the summer home Phillip and you had shared. It was refreshing, to spend some valuable time with the man you had fallen for, but the more he stayed, glued to your side, the more he itched.

“M’fine, Val.” His response was cold, something unlike him. Especially when it came to you. “You don’t seem fine.” You had watched him, watched how his mannerism had shifted.

He’d hardly touch you anymore, rarely spending time on the sandy beach as you used to. He locked himself in his office for long periods of times, speaking lowly in a voice you couldn’t hear.

He was a stranger you loved. And it had hurt more than the constant torture in the gulag.

“It’s just, you’ll be back in the field again. We’ve got our first big gig together in Las Almas. I’m terrified.” He admitted, pulling you into his arms as he held you. You didn’t want to move away, regardless of your mind screaming at you that something was off.

“Don’t be. You’ll be with me every step of the way. Right?” You reassured, shifting in his arms, breathing in his fresh scent of pine needles and gentle patchouli.

“Right.” He lied again.

You’d made love again that night, this time against the steady patter of raindrops. Looking back, it was like the sky was warning you, he touched you as if you were already dead. A mourning of what you could have been. this wasn’t summer.

You should have prepared yourself for the worst. That much was obvious.

He broke you in the Summer.

Your body torn from your heart as you decided to do what was right. You had been the one to fight him, moving his rifle out of the way to protect the Task Force.

He’d betrayed them, but most importantly he had betrayed you.

Everything the two of you had built up, now broken down to resemble ruins.

He’d gotten himself burned, and while you had fought against him, you couldn’t find it in yourself to follow the team to kill him. They were cautious of course, how could they not? They saw how Graves acted around you, his eye watchful on missions, he did seem a bit too quick to come to your defense after Hassan had threatened you.

So they did what they thought was right; cuff you to the desk. You had let salty tears fall from your cheeks as you waited in that warehouse. Waited to hear if Graves was finally dead.

They treaded careful water when the team returned. That alone was enough for you to hang your head.

Graves was dead.

It was the Scot who had pulled you to the side, after pulling the cuffs from your sore wrists. Soap was cautious, but he fished into his pocket, pulling out a charred velvet box that somehow was not completely destroyed.

“This was in his pocket,” he spoke before leaving you alone.

Your hands shook around the box, breaking it open slightly to reveal a beautifully crafted gold ring, cut and molded perfectly to the size of your finger. Inside, a little note peaked from the corner, carefully you unfolded the paper.

I’d known I’d marry her since the first time I laid eyes on her. Life’s been rough to us over this year, I haven’t been the same since I rescued her in Russia. It made me realize something.

I don’t want to be a soldier anymore.

After everything, i’m scared. I have too much to lose. You’ve weakened me, honey. Now I want more, I want to be with her. I want to take her to my hometown and raise little ones that look like their mother.

So after this mission I want out as soon as possible. I’d do anything for her, even if this means she’ll side against me. So I hope, that she will say yes, so I can throw this damn paper away and never have to show her. So she can forgive me, after all I’ve done.

Because with her, it’s summer. Always and eternally summer.

#cod #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #soap mactavish #phillip graves #commander graves #Phillip graves x reader

[madladysix]

It’s getting hard to breathe underneath the sheets with you.

Val Kilmer x Fem! Reader 18+ Short

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The way he threw me on the bed was enough for me to know that I was in for a treat. The sound of the rain and thunder began shaking the windows violently but it made the scene ever so beautiful as he crawled up on me kissing me ever so slightly as I leaned forward to pull him in more.

God how I needed him…it was as if my body craved his touch and ignited with every breath or soft caress he placed on my skin. He kissed down my neck licking and sucking at the sensitive part causing a soft whine to leave my mouth “Val..” it was breathy and needy but he spoke “I know..” with a chuckle making my heart melt and ache as he looked up at my face with those beautiful eyes.

He continued his work by running those hands up and down my body before chuckling at the soft shiver I gave out at the gust of wind that slid through the cracks of the old home we were staying at…the air nipped at my skin and made goosebumps all over me like he already did…my beautiful Val…covered us up with the sheets below us in attempt to keep me safe and warm under his weight up on me as he smiled down at me.

As the heat picked back up and our breathing got louder the movement beneath the sheets could be obvious to anyone with how loud Val was moaning in my ear, we found our rhythm together with grunts and moans striking just as loud as the thunder…and just like the storm outside as we reached our climax together the last lightning struck the ground causing the calm as we held each other close breathing heavily…”Val..it’s getting harder to breathe underneath the sheets with you..” he smiled and chuckled at me as he moved the sheets down and kissed my lips once more entangling his hands into my hair.

#val kilmer x reader #firsteverxreader #my first fic

[topaz-carbuncle]

OC in 15: Valerie Michaelis

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thank you for the tag @crownleys! <3

I have been missing Val and Nate a lot recently, so it's been fun to go through my older stuff for this, especially as she's the OC who got the most love so far in terms of written dialogue!

Dialogue from posted works will be marked with " <x>"!

1: "Nate...I'm sorry, but I couldn't just sit and hide while you got hurt, especially not because of me. I might not be anything special, like you four are, but do you think I could bear to stand by and watch you get hurt either? I know that you are trying to protect me and I appreciate that so much…But you need to let me work with you, as a team. You need to trust that I can do this, that I can be a part of your world." <x>

2: “I promise. I’m sorry for worrying you, I just couldn’t bear the thought of losing you,” she gives him a watery giggle, a giggle that transforms into a shy smile as he raises a neat eyebrow at her- urging her to continue, “we really make quite the pair, don’t we? Constantly worried for the other, to the point of ignoring our own safety and how it would affect those around us.” <x>

3: As if on cue, Val’s melodic voice cuts through Adam’s rant before Nate could even raise a hand to interrupt him. “Aww, you do care about me!” <x>

4: With her hands still on his chest, she looks up at him bashfully, biting her lip as she considers her words. “Is this a bad time to admit that, despite being the one to suggest that we come to the beach, I don’t actually know how to swim…?” <x>

5: “Well, most children who have parents to take them on holiday probably do.” She struggles to keep the bitterness out of her voice, wincing slightly as she sees the sadness in Nate’s eyes, the same sadness that plagues him whenever she brought up her childhood...Or lack thereof. “But this is my first holiday! My first family holiday, so it would be nice if one of you could teach me…?” <x>

6: “Punishment… what punishment?” Before she can fully register the situation, a cold gust of wind brushes past her as she stares up at Mason in confusion, slowly realising that her vampiric defence had vanished from in front of her. “Wait… Et tu, Nate?” <x>

7: “I’m not exactly sure where to start,” Val runs her hands through her hair as she paces, the action doing very little to bring her comfort as she tries to pull at the stitches holding her heart and mind together, “or how to start actually… This might take a while. It might take a few days.” <x>

8: “No, she didn’t know. I had changed my emergency contact for the hospital to Tina a few years before that. If Mum knew…she certainly never visited, so there's a good chance she doesn’t know at all. She can’t know, Nate. I’m sorry to throw all this onto you like that.” <x>

9: She cocks an eyebrow up at him before giving him her best dramatic gasp, her hand planted on her chest, "Agent Sewell, do you mean to tell me that you've been snooping through my possessions? What would the others say?"

10: "Yeah well...It's about to sound a lot more like begging in roughly 2 minutes if that disgusting spider isn't dealt with. Are you all here to watch, or can one of you do something since Adam is more content to be a pain in the arse?"

11: "Are you proposing to me, Agent Sewell?" She peers up at him through her eyelashes, the humour in her voice falters as hope takes over.

12: "Am I doing this right?" She breathes out a small laugh at the adorably confused look he sends her way. "I'm not doing a very good job at coherently starting my sentence. It's just… I'm worried that I don't know how to love properly, it's not like I had an example to follow while growing up."

13: “A lot of people prefer putting their thoughts out for the public to read. This can work out well for me when the station finds evidence out in the virtual open like this, you have no idea how many people incriminate themselves through this. Books can be burnt, but this? This stuff is forever, so uh…be careful if you plan on committing any crimes and then posting about it online.”

14: "And you are a powerful man, Agent Sewell."

15: "...Yes Nathaniel ?" <x>

Tagging: @serenpedac @lucysarah-c, @humanitys-strongest-bamf, @youre-ackermine, @l3visthighs! (i'm not sure if some of you have oc's that you write for, but it could be fun to show some "reader" dialogues as well / instead of! <3)

#tag games #the wayhaven chronicles #twc detective #i didn't go for the bonus points since half her lines are separated by actions #it was a semi 'bad' habit i had last year when i wrote for val!

[ceoofmetagala]

Trollstopia ships I made up 🤑🤑(I love them)

Rhythm x Laguna Tidepool (scientist Yuri)

Gust tumbleweed x lownote Jones (Yaoi)

Laguna Tidepool x Val thunder shock I know that Laguna did not gaf while she was a manager of val but come on man😭😭 !!! She about to make out with her or something

That's about all the ones I cba think of rn🤑🤑

#mocha.txt #trollstopia

[blooeyedtroll]

Let's face it, the "little birdie" was Holly. 😉💜

#gust tumbleweed #val thundershock #gustval #val x gust #gust x val #trollstopia #dreamworks trolls #trolls val #trolls gust #rock trolls #country trolls #trolls world tour #twt #trolls fanart #comic #tolls fanfiction #headcanon #truth or dare #love confessions

[allysartstuff]

GustVal Week - Day 5 - Wedding

I had no ideas for AU so I jumped to wedding

#gustval #gustval week #val x gust #gust x val #trolls #trolls world tour #dreamworks trolls #trollstopia #fanart #digital art #gust tumbleweed #trolls gust #gust trolls #val thundershock #Val trolls #trolls Val

[jully-catpark0208]

Day 8 Cookies

@/slushysushi

#trolls christmas art prompt #trolls #trolls fanart #trolls art #trolls trollstopia #trolls dreamworks #trollstopia #trolls val thundershork #trolls gust tumbleweed #trolls gust #trolls val #trolls Val x Gust

[one-boring-person]

Could I possibly ask for a Doc Holliday x reader where Reader is friends with both Doc and the Earp's and has been in love with Doc but afraid to confront the feelings she has until an incident happens that causes her feelings to come out into the open and Doc feels the same. Can include some nsfw theme but not full smut.

PS-Just discovered your page the other night and I love your Iceman posts...Val Kilmer is my favorite actor and I just love it when he gets love and praise from people

I hope you like this! Thank you for reading my stuff!😊💛

Loved By You, Loving You.

Doc Holliday (Tombstone) x reader

Warnings: violence, gun use, alcohol consumption, mention of death

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“Does he ever stop drinking?” Wyatt’s voice is laced with amusement as he approaches me, placing a glass on the table in front of me. 

Taking a seat beside Virgil, the ex-lawman retains his usally straight posture as he glances over to where Doc is playing the piano, watching as his friend’s fingers deftly glide over the keys, head swaying, reddening complexion a marked change from his usual consumptive pallidity. Following Wyatt’s line of sight, I chuckle and shake my head.

“It would appear not.” I look back at him, “You of all people should know that.”

Wyatt waves me off, laughing.

“You’re closer to him than I ever will be.” He points out, Virgil and Morgan lifting their drinks in agreement.

Blushing a little, I shake my head.

“We’re not that close.” I reply hurriedly, knowing full well they have a point, though I’ll never admit to it, lest I start to believe the fantastical wishes brewing in my head. 

“I’ve never seen him take a liking to someone as much as he has to you.” Morgan grins, sipping his drink, the four of us now watching our friend as he plays. 

A brief gust of cool night air blows into the saloon as a group of dusty newcomers enter, an air of false authority exuding from them. We turn to look at them, giving them the same dismissive glance everyone else affords them as they saunter inside, the group of men leering around at us. Instantly, they give me a bad feeling, particularly as their leader, some burly man with greasy black hair and filthy slacks, lays his eyes on Doc as he plays, the consumptive the only person in the saloon who has not turned to look at the newcomers. An expression of irritation flashes across the man’s face, before it turns into an easy sneer of disdain. 

“Hey, barman, get that loon off the keys, would you?” He slurs, spitting by the bar once he’s reached it, his cronies coming to stand beside him, staring out at the rest of us whilst he faces the man standing behind the counter, “And get me somethin’ to drink whilst your there.”

Hesitantly, the barman glances over at Doc.

“Holliday, could you stop that a minute?” He calls over, hastening to pull out a glass for whatever drink the newcomer wants. 

Slowly, Doc tilts his head to the side, giving the impression of acknowledging him before he begins to play louder, pressing his fingers harder against the keys. The Earps and I watch with held breaths as the men at the bar stiffen, frowning at the man sitting at the piano. 

“Didn’t you hear the man? Stop that racket.” One of them spits at Doc, scowling at him.

Unsurprisingly, his playing only gets louder, until one of the men goes to get up, at which point, he suddenly stops. Deathly silence falls on the room, eyes fixed on the man at the piano, though they flick between him and the leader of the gang, who has turned to face the source of his irritation. Every muscle in my body is tense with worry, unsure of what is going to happen. 

"A man with no ear for music has an eager trigger finger." Doc's voice is soft, almost inaudible, "He's deafened himself with report so much he can no longer appreciate the finer sounds."

Deliberately, he stands and turns to face the men at the bar, lips quirked into a misleading smile. I bite my lip at the sight: he means trouble with a look like that.

"It would seem you have that condition." He continues, gesturing with a slow nod to the leader.

The man only sneers.

"I don't need to appreciate "finer" sounds." He barks out a laugh as his men join in. 

"Of course not. The wiser man does...and you do not strike me as such a character." Doc tilts his chin up, challenging the man.

The man colours visibly, eyes narrowing as his hand strays to his belt, where aan ugly pistol is holstered.

"I'm not thick, neither. Wanna see proof?" He growls, scowling.

Doc glances only briefly at the weapon, seemingly dismissing it. 

"No. You're not worth my time, as limited as it is." He turns him down, going to walk over to us, clearly bored with the charade now.

Bristling, the leader glares at Doc, teeth bared into an ugly grimace of anger. Instantly, two of his cronies step forward, guns drawn, ready to aim at the gunslinger's back, grins cruel. Another of them inches forwards with a knife held in one hand, goaded on by the quiet laughter of his comrades. 

My heart leaps in my chest - Doc has no idea what's about to happen, apparently clueless as he approaches us. I glance at Wyatt, hoping he's seen what I've seen, finding the lawman already standing in his chair.

It's from this point that chaos ensues. 

It's hard to tell what happens; shots are fired and glasses smash, but there's no blood or screams of pain, rather the odd grunt and groan, and the fleshy thunk of fists connecting with bodies. Virgil, Morgan and Wyatt are all amongst it, whilst I remain frozen in my seat, somewhat in shock as my four friends somehow take on the hostile gang, somehow managing to secure their triumph. Cursing and spitting, the men are driven from the saloon, many of the remnants following after, shouting abuse at them. Doc moves to sit beside me, watching as the bar empties, the men and women enjoying the spectacle too much to let it pass. 

I turn my head to face him, watching silently as he lifts Wyatt's glass to his lips and takes a long drink. His eyes flick to mine.

"What is it, dear friend? You look awful." He grins wearily, tilting his head.

I shake my own head, somewhat annoyed.

"You need to stop getting in trouble." 

His brow furrows a little.

"Pardon?"

"I said," I look up at him, "You need to stop getting into trouble."

"And why is that?" 

"Because…" 

"Do tell, (Y/n). You have piqued my curiosity." 

"Because it'll get you killed!" I snap at him, glaring at his feigned innocence. 

Annoyingly, he only laughs, his drawling voice highly amused.

"Well, it doesn't make much difference, now, does it?" He points out, gesturing to his pallid complexion.

The words bring some tears to my eyes, the sharp knowledge of that still fresh in my mind.

"It does make a difference." I murmur, looking down at my feet.

"And how is that?"

The silence between us quickly mounts, my thoughts battling with each other as I try to figure out how to reply.

"It's different because I...I don't want you to die...not yet." I continue with a quieter voice, "Not ever."

He lowers his own voice now, leaning over to look me in the eye.

"It's inevitable, (Y/n). I must make use of the time I have left." 

"Then make use of it in a better way! Spend it-" I cut myself off sharply, blushing.

"Spend it how?" He's curious now.

Sighing, I allow my eyes to meet his.

"Spend it with me." My real intentions are unspoken, but from the look on his face, he's understood me perfectly. 

"Spend it loving you." He muses, "Spend it loved by you."

Silence falls on us again, my heart in my mouth now, nerves racing through me. After a long moment, I find my voice again.

"Yes."

The quiet drags on again, before suddenly there's a pair of fingers under my chin, tilting my face up to his. Lips crush against mine, chapped and clammy as they coax me into movement. Surprised but pleasantly so, I feel my eyes widen, before falling shut as his hand moves to cup my cheek, kissing me deeply. 

"I would be honoured to spend my life loving and loved by you, (Y/n)." Doc smiles as he pulls back again, stroking my cheek lovingly.

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[thefanficmonster]

Sleepless Nights

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: During an unusually windy night, Y/N finds herself unable to sleep while her boyfriend is streaming in the other room, unaware of the terror revving outside thanks to his headphones. So, Y/N does the only thing she can in order to finally get some shuteye.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, I had such a blast writing it! I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to complete and post it but here it finally is and I hope you’ve stuck around long enough to read it! If you have, please enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

It’s that time of year again - the city is terrorized by the loudest, most intense winds that wield the strength of a mythological creature and sound like the wails of hell’s sufferers. You may find my description of this natural occurrence rather dramatic and over the top but that’s because you aren’t here to hear and see this horror show going on. Trees have been uprooted from the ground and have fallen on top of cars, damaging them expensively. Chimneys all around are whistling hauntingly as the gusts of wind pass through them, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

Winds have never sat right with me and I often found myself lacking shuteye during the night if they were wilding outside while I tried to sleep even as a kid. My parents thought I’d grow out of it as the years went by but I never did apparently, seeing as how I’m wide awake at close to 2AM on a workday. I have to be at work by eight in the morning and if I don’t catch some z’s soon I might just show up looking like a zombie.

This is not the first time such an occurrence has happened. However, on those past occurrences, I wasn’t alone in bed, twisting and turning under the covers so I could extinguish the sound that’s violating my head. On those occasions, I had someone lying in bed next to me with his arms wrapped around me tightly or with his hands covering my ears. That person isn’t with me right now though. He’s in a room two doors away, streaming Among Us with his friends.

I’ve had Corpse ditch streams to comforting me during anxiety-inducing windstorms like this one but I can only assume he cannot hear what is going on outside since I haven’t heard a single word from him. Of course, comforting me isn’t his job and I’m not the type of girlfriend to be clingy and in need of her boyfriend to be there for her 24/7. Quite the contrary actually - I’m independent and rarely ask for people’s help, Corpse’s included. However, there’s one thing I need help with and this is it - falling asleep at a time like this. That’s a task I cannot manage on my own.

And so, against my better judgement and putting aside my embarrassment surrounding my fear, I kick the covers off me and get up, stretching my arms above my head as I walk out of the bedroom Corpse and I share and into the hallway which is pitch black as the rest of the apartment. The only light is coming from underneath the door to Corpse’s recording room but even that is so faint I can only guess it’s coming from his computer screen.

With an uneasy sigh, I make my way down the hall, flinching when a particularly strong gust of wind rattles the windows. This apartment building is old makes noises of its own on the regular, the last thing it needs is these attacks it’s now forced to endure because the weather outside is crappy as all hell. Take an already noisy building and pelt it with gusts of wind, yeah that equals a sleepless night for me.

The recording room door isn’t shut all the way as usual. Corpse prefers keeping it open a crack so he can enter and exit it without making noise in the middle of the night as to not wake me up, seeing as how I’m quite a light sleeper. It also allows me to enter and exit it soundlessly whenever I want to either bring him a snack or spook him. There’s no in-between: I either bring him something to eat/drink, or I scare the daylight out of him. The latter usually happens when he’s playing a horror game though so it’s rare which is why he hasn’t started shutting the door as to be alerted of my schemes before I give him a mini heart attack.

And so, I tip-toe my way in his recording room, squinting my eyes when I’m faced with the beaming computer screen opposite the door though it’s partially blocked by the hunched over Corpse who is still unaware of my presence. So, in order to avoid freaking him out, I deliver a couple of soft but audible enough knocks to the door frame to grab his attention.  My attempt proves successful as I see him yank off his headset and whirl around in his chair to face me.

“Am I being too loud?“ Even in the dark, I can make out the lines of his face contorting into an expression of guilt.

I give him a lopsided smile as I strut over to him with lazy steps. Just as I part my lips to speak, a strong gust of wind shakes the building, producing a wailing-like sound that immediately forces me to freeze up, the smile disappearing from my face.

Corpse’s face shifts expressions again, this time exhibiting a compassionate, comforting smile, “That’s what it is, isn’t it? You can’t sleep?” I shake my head, biting my lip as I feel my cheeks heat up. “Come here.” He mutters, opening his arms invitingly.

Without a single doubt, I come closer, not putting up a fight when he pulls me into his lap. I let my legs hang off either side of his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck as I hide my face in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent mixed with the cologne that has lingered on his hoodie and hair.

“Wait a sec...“ he mumbles, pulling away from me briefly. I’m confused for a second, but then I feel the pair of wireless headphones he covers my ears with and I give him a grateful smile, already feeling myself beginning to relax at the warmth of his body against mine and the soothing comfort of his touch. However, when the lo-fi music starts playing through my headphones - a playlist he’s complied for me whenever I have sleepless nights such as these for whatever reason - I’m a complete goner.

And so I find myself drifting off with the mixed sounds of lo-fi beats, Corpse’s whispers and his heartbeat and honestly, not to be cheesy or anything, but I’ve never heard a sweeter lullaby in all my life.

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[dameronology]

the one with the blind date {obi-wan x reader}

summary: your mother has a knack for setting you up on the worst blind dates. this time, it might be different. 

i know what you’re thinking - ‘but val! jedi aren’t allowed to date!’ but for the sake of this fic, the jedi code can suck a fat one because it’s 3am 5am and i don’t have the brain cells to work around star wars canon 

love u lots and hope you enjoy 

- jazz

You weren’t entirely sure if your mother’s judgement towards your life choices was supposed to be malicious or not, but it certainly felt like it. The fact she called you to remind you that your cousin just had her third baby! or mention in passing that your friend from school just got married (again)! always felt like it had an ulterior motive. You loved the woman dearly but maker, you wished she would shut the hell up sometimes.

It wasn’t as though you weren’t successful. You had an important job working for the Senate, you’d graduated from the University of Cloud City with honours and you owned an apartment in Coruscant. Did she know how hard it was to get on the property ladder in this city? It was probably one of the selling points she used every time she set you up on a blind date. They were usually with older men, twice divorced and with more baggage than you were ready for.

You weren’t expecting this date to be any different - your mother had mentioned he was a friend of a friend (possibly of a friend, of another friend and then maybe the colleague of that friend). She hadn’t told you what job he had, only that he was a bit older than you and ‘earned enough to support a small family’ - but you had chosen to ignore that last part. She’d arranged for you to meet at a diner downtown in the early evening, and you weren’t expecting too much. 

There were only two people in the diner. One was a man of an alien species who appeared to be roughly 150; he had a pint in one hand and a burger in the other. The other one was undoubtedly a Jedi - and a very attractive one too. He was browsing the menu, brow furrowed slightly as he frowned. He looked up as the bell on the door rang, and your eyes met. If he was your date, your mother had done well for once (though she could have pre-warned you about his occupation).

‘Hey, you must be-’ He offered you a warm smile, standing up from the table to wave you over.

Say something, dumbass you pushed yourself. 

‘- that sure is me!’ You quipped. Great start, you moron. 

‘It’s lovely to meet you.’ The Jedi sat back down as you shuffled into the booth opposite him. ‘I’m Obi-Wan.’

‘Right, yeah - sorry, my mum did tell me your name.’ You replied. 

‘What else did she tell you?’ He quipped, quirking one of his brows. ‘Just so I can try and live up to whatever lively image I’m sure she’s created.’

‘Just your name.’ You laughed. ‘She didn’t mention being a Jedi or anything.’

Obi-Wan paused for a minute. ‘Oh, I’m not a Jedi.’

You froze slightly, quickly trying to think of a response. It hadn’t been a reach - he was wearing robes, and you could see what looked like a lightsaber under the table. Not that you had been looking under the table, or down there - and maker, this was embarrassing.

‘I’m joking.’ He suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. ‘I am a Jedi. I thought it would break the ice but you look like you’re about to cry-’

‘- that was mean!’ You reached across the table to swat at his shoulder. ‘I pride myself on my intuition, Obi-Wan.’ 

‘I wouldn’t call the fact I’m wearing a Jedi robes and carrying a lightsaber intuition, more like the glaringly obvious.’ He leant back, crossing his arms over his chest as he smirked at you.

You liked this guy.

‘But what do you do?’ Obi-Wan continued. ‘Your mother mentioned that you work for the Senate.’

‘I do!’ You replied. ‘I’m a political advisor.’

‘What does that entail?’

‘I just sit there and tell the senators if they’re being just a bit stupid or completely stupid.’ You grinned. 

‘Well, it certainly sounds like a very important job.’ He smiled back.

‘You’re one to talk. You’re like..the keeper of the Force.’ You replied. 

‘That’s not quite it.’ Obi-Wan couldn’t help but laugh at your attempt to describe his job. ‘But you’re close.’

--

Two hours later - and after ordering food that you’d both been too distracted to touch - you were both doubled over in laughter at something Obi-Wan had said. He was funny; you’d figured out that much. It wasn’t in an obvious way, but more of a charming, observant way. He took an interest in you as well - he asked about your job, your hobbies and your time at college. In a way, he felt a bit too good to be true. Every guy your mother set you up with had fallen short within the first five minutes.

What could it be? Was he secretly already married? Was he a convicted criminal on the run and posing as a Jedi? 

‘I have to ask.’ Obi-Wan reached across the table, warm hand falling on top of yours. ‘You have a good job. You own your own apartment and you’re beautiful. Why do you need your mother to find you a date?’

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. ‘I don’t meet many suitable people in my line of work. They’re either much, much older senators or...actually, that’s it.’

He chuckled slightly, squeezing your hand - you could have sworn that your heart stopped for a moment (either that, or your coffee addiction had finally caught up with you). The fact you’d been too deep in conversation with him to even look at your food said a lot. Before now, no man would ever have been able to come to between you and a burger. 

‘Let’s get out of here.’ Obi-Wan threw a few credits on the table. ‘I know a place that has better food.’

You tossed a few of your own credits, giving him a nod. ‘I’ll have to take your word for it since neither of us actually touched this food.’

‘I’m easily distracted, apparently.’ He joked, offering out his hand to you as you pulled your jacket on.

‘That’s bad for a Jedi.’ You joked, taking it.

‘I correct myself.’ He paused for a moment, shaking his head. ‘I’m easily distracted by you.’

‘Right, I have a tendency to do that.’ You replied. ‘I bet my mother didn’t tell you that I was so breathtaking.’

‘Actually, she told me I had a mission.’ He replied. 

The cold night air hit you as you exited the diner. You could hear the buzz of the city traffic further uptown, filling the silence as you pondered his statement for a moment. Your mother worked as an admin assistant for the Jedi temple - she organised transport and missions and the logistics of most their operations - and she had a tendency to spill embarrassing things about you in conversation.

‘A mission?’ You grimaced. ‘What did she tell you it was?’

‘To investigate that very diner we were just sat in.’ Obi-Wan smiled down at you, face lit up under the lights of a theatre as you walked past. ‘She only told me before I left the temple that it was a blind date.’

‘Maker, that woman.’ You muttered. 

‘I’m not complaining, though.’ He quickly replied. He let go of your hand, moving to fling his arms across your shoulders and pull him closer towards him. ‘I was a bit worried that you were going to be...’

‘...like her?’ You nudged him in the ribs slightly. ‘Because that’s something I worry about too every time I get a bit older.’

‘Oh, you have nothing to worry about.’ Obi-Wan said. ‘You have her nose but I’d say that’s it.’

--

A few more hours passed, and you found yourselves having walked all the way to the other side of the city. You were latched onto his side now, one arm around his waist whilst his rested on your shoulder. The warmth of his body against the cold of the night air was a wonderful contrast and you couldn’t help but smile at how at home you felt. He had a very calming presence (probably something to do with the whole Jedi debacle). 

‘Let’s sit down.’ You wrapped your hand around his wrist, tugging him over to a low-sitting wall. 

You were on the edge of Coruscant, a few miles away from the city centre. The lights of the vast skyline illuminated the road in front of you, the whites and blues and red of the mammoth buildings blurring into a technicolour dream. You sometimes forgot how wonderful the place was, especially when you spent so much time observing corrupt politics and dodgy dealings at your job. That wasn’t on your mind, however - Obi-Wan Kenobi was at the forefront of your thoughts. 

‘You’re cold.’ He commented.

‘I’m always cold.’ You shot back. ‘Isn’t that something you can tell through the Force?’

‘Oh, my dear.’ Obi-Wan chuckled. ‘The Force doesn’t work like that.’

‘So, it’s not like mind-reading and magic tricks?’ You shuffled slightly in your seat, turning so that you were facing him. 

‘I definitely can’t read your mind.’

‘That’s a shame. It would make this whole dating thing much easier.’ You quipped.

‘You could just tell me what you’re thinking.’ He reasoned.

You paused for a moment - you were thinking about kissing him, obviously. There had been several moments through out the night where you almost had, but it hadn’t felt like the right time. But here? Basking under the glow of the city lights, sat so close to him? You’d be damned if there was a better chance than this. 

Obi-Wan met you halfway, your lips brushing against his. Like him, they were soft and warm, and you felt yourself leaning further into him. One of his arms wound around your waist, making an attempt to pull you close, though such a thing were possible. Meanwhile, you had one hand on the back of his neck, softly playing with the hair that fell onto your hand. 

There was a gust of wind, and you suddenly jumped back with surprise. He laughed at your reaction, dropping his head into your shoulder as his body shook against yours. 

‘So,’ you began. ‘Second date?’

‘I don’t think we’re done with this one.’

(Within the year, your mother finally had bragging rights about the fact it was her child getting married this time). 

there’ll probably be a part 2 to this i won’t lie to u i’ve already got it written in my head 

also shout to @karasong​ and @drinksomecoco​ for ur encouragement/ideas ily guys 

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Motion to name the Gust x Val ship Rock-A-Pony.

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[itstittycitybaby]

Run, Rabbit, Run Rabbit, Run Run Run (Val x fem! reader)

A/N: ayo ayo here’s something from my ao3 acount (TheLovelySinner)!! this is from my val one shots that I’m thinking of making into a series?? val is from the game outlast and its spooky month so here we are.  idk if this will be a series I just kinda wanna write about it lmao

soulmate au

Warnings: violence, gore, angst. This is outlast after all. Read with caution.

The coffee in the office tasted like shit. It was cheap but your boss insisted that it was good. “It’s either this, or no coffee!” The drink barely did anything for you and you needed a boost me up right now. You snorted as you cradled the shitty styrofoam cup in your hands. “What’s so funny?” You glanced up at your coworker, Jen. Her brown eyes bored into yours. They seemed to soften in concern at the dark bags under your eyes. “Nothing,” you murmured, nursing the cup to keep your finger tips warm. “Just thinking about how shit the coffee is.”

Jen hummed. “You’d think they’d give us something better. We do so much of the dirty work.” You nodded. The gray and white plaid trousers you wore were a bit wrinkled at the thighs. You followed the black lines on the pattern to the black boots you wore. Being an investigative journalist was tough. What was even worse was the damn coffee they offered, but it would do.

“You’re always fixated on it y’know.” You shot your head up. “Hm?” Jen huffed. “The coffee. It’s all you talk about.” “It’s the only thing that keeps me going.” She didn’t say anything, but her black heels tapped the floor impatiently. The chair outside your boss’s office was hard and uncomfortable. It really dug into your ass. “I can’t wait to get out of here and have a smoke.” Jen didn’t reply but you could feel the judgement radiating off of her. You couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

The wolf tattoo on your wrist stared back at you. It was an ugly thing really. Its lips were curled into a snarl and its gaze was predatory. At first glance it looked like a stupid tattoo a teenager got years ago and their adult hated themselves for getting. However, it was a soul tattoo. It bloomed when you were sixteen, two years earlier than it should have been. God, you haven’t even met your soulmate and you already hated them. 

The sound of your boss’s door opening made both you and Jen’s heads perk up. Your boss was a balding man with toad like features. He couldn’t seem to care about anyone else but himself. “Come on in.” You hissed as you rose from the chair. It was an awful thing really. The sound of Jen’s heels clicked behind you and you dreaded the moment the door shut with a click. Your boss was insufferable but at least your work partner was there with you.

Mr. Boyce sighed as he slid a manilla folder towards the two of you. Jen, being the ambitious and determined worker she was, picked it up. You stared at the clock behind his head. Tick tick tick. “Oh my god,” she gasped softly as she looked inside its contents. All you could do was raise a brow in reply. “This will be a tough case,” your boss started, folding his hands together. Mr Boyce’s chair looked funny compared to your his size. “But we need you two to investigate it.” “What’s it about,” you muttered dryly, eyes flickering over to the folder. There were a couple of documents, but nothing else. Weird, you thought, there’s usually a photo.

“Who is she,” Jen asked softly. Her brittle hands handled you the folder. You didn’t miss the way they trembled. Mr. Boyce shrugged. “Dunno. She’s a Jane Doe. Was pregnant too.”

“UNIDENTIFIED BODY FOUND...”

“Holy,” you muttered. “She was so young.” Your boss nodded glumly. You scanned your eyes through the article but nothing. There was hardly any information about her. 

“I want you to to look into it,” your boss said. “Are you sure this will be safe?” Jen’s voice sounded so broken. He nodded, “You’ll be flying to Arizona in one of the ‘copters. A couple of men will be there with you. Besides the pilot.” You clutched the folder tightly. “When do we leave?” Jen whipped her head towards you. “You’re really taking this?” “We don’t really have a choice. This is our job Jen.” She didn’t say anything.

“Next week,” Mr. Boyce replied. “I expect you two to find something to break this case.” “Yes Mr. Boyce,” the both of you agreed in unison. “That being said, you’re dismissed.”

The grass tickled her legs. It was brown and dry during the winter, causing irritation on the skin. There were trees surrounding the field. It seemed to stretch on aimlessly. Val shivered; it was cold compared to Arizona’s blazing heat. If the trees weren’t such a dead giveaway, Val would know that it wasn’t Arizona from the temperature. Her long gray robes swept past her as she walked through the never ending fields. She felt a sense of dread at being stuck in a place such as this. Just, where was she?

There was another figure. Their back was turned to her. Val’s sandals crunched underneath the grass. In her heart she knew it was them. The bunny. A white dress pooled around their feet. Their posture stood tall as they gazed into the unknown. Slowly, they turned around. Their features were blurred and hidden. Val couldn’t make any sense of it. She towered over them, but they didn’t seem afraid. “It’s you,” she spoke softly. “Bunny.”

As if one cue Val’s soul mark started to throb. On her right wrist was the mark of the bunny. Its features were frightened and if it could it would hop away. The bunny didn’t say anything but they raised their arm. There, the wolf stared into Val’s soul. It was scowling. 

“Funny,” they suddenly spoke. The bunny’s voice was feminine and delicate. Their dress clung to their body. There were two bracelets on their arm. They were silver, and one was a little below the bunny’s shoulder. The other clasped nicely on their lower arm. They looked like an angel. “I never thought the wolf would be so...soft.” Val tilted her head. A gust of wind swept up their dress. The bunny slowly walked up to Val. Her figure was intimidating and they couldn’t help the sinking feeling of wanting to run. The irony almost made them snort. They really were a rabbit in their soul. “It’s time to go,” the bunny whispered, looking into the bright gray skies. Their voice sounded broken and sad. “Wait!” The bunny turned towards them waiting patiently. “Who are you,” Val asked. The dreams they shared were the only solace that brought Val. She didn’t want it to end so soon. They didn’t say anything for a few moments. Val clung to the silence like it was her life line. “You’ll find out,” they finally answered. “It’s time to go..they need you.” Val’s blonde brows furrowed. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

The bunny didn’t say anything, though Val swore she heard them mutter “see you soon” as she woke up.

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[talesfromassassiansguardian]

One Body, One Love Alexios x Reader Lemon

For @val-wywh who I apologize to profusely for not finishing this sooner. Thank you for your wonderful gift to me, and I certainly hope this story repays you wonderfully! Please enjoy! <3

The Grecian breeze flowed through her open windows with ease this evening as she sat at the foot of her bed. It was a cool subtle gust of air that, to anyone else would feel like a dream after experiencing the humidity of the hot island sun all day. But rather then being a comfort to her, the air that graced her fair skin felt ice cold and assaulting. This was the fourth week in a row that she was without his touch; his protective and solid embrace to keep her warm at night, whilst they whispered sweet nothings to each other. It was becoming unbearable to her. Although she understood that he had good reason to be absent for so long, being one of the more powerful Spartan warriors that the gods had graced the island nation with, she missed him deeply. She missed his deep earthy gaze that would shine from his brown eyes, and how they would light up anytime he laid eyes on her. She missed his tanned skin marked with an array of marks and scars that all told his life’s story. She missed his dark hair, mahogany in color and the texture of a silken cloth, which she often ran her hands through as he would rest his head in her lap. She missed his voice, deep and commanding oftentimes but, when around her became as playful and kind, as his eyes roamed over her every aspect. She desired everything about him and was overwhelmed with the desire to be near him as often as she could. Her craving for him was insatiable. 

Although a somewhat risky decision, she understood what she was going to do that evening. She yearned to be in his presence, at least for tonight. With the last of her items packed into a small satchel, she checked herself over once in a mirror, and lifted the curtain that led out to the night in search of him. 

The journey to the camp he was stationed at wasn’t too far from her abode and luckily for her, she knew of some shortcuts in an effort to see the man she loved as soon as she could. By the time she arrived, a gentle darkness had enveloped the sky, creating a perfect cover for her to sneak into the camp. Though knowing that she wasn’t allowed into these camps, her need for him was eating at her from the inside out, so much so that at times she felt suffocated from not seeing him for so long. Her intentions to see him were a driving force for her as she raised a small shawl over her head and jumped the fence, into the Spartan camp. Retaining her breathing to be slow and concentrated, she listened carefully from behind a pillar in the rear end of the camp to see if she could hear him. Tilting her head to the side in an effort to listen better, his voice was unmistakable to her. He was finishing up strategizing plans of attack with his soldiers. “We have made good progress tonight, both combatitaly and strategically. We will discuss the rest of the plans with everyone tomorrow morning. In the meantime, all of you get some rest. I will add a few more touches to the map here and rest for the night as well. You are dismissed”. With a wave of his hand, Alexios dismissed his men and returned his focus to the scrolls in front of him. Waiting until she was sure all of the men were in their designated tents, she listened for a few moments until she heard Alexios clear his throat and walk towards his tent. Once inside his blanketed tent, a lantern was lit, illuminating his figure as he stretched his arms above his head. Taking this as the perfect opportunity, (Y/N) made her way towards his tent, being mindful of the small rocks below her feet that could easily give her away if kicked in the wrong direction.

 Once at the tent, (Y/N) peeked inside to find that Alexios’s back was turned towards the entrance of the tent and he had stripped himself of his armor and was only in a small linen towel wrapped around his hips. (Y/N) watched as Alexios stretched out his muscles and groaned briefly at the sensation of his taut form being stretched out from the strenuous activities that consistently filled his days. The view was nothing short of perfection for (Y/N), as his back muscles contorted and flexed all the way down to his lower back, even to his firm ass which (Y/N) latched her gaze onto, slightly embarrassed when coming out of her trance that she was essentially staring at Alexios as if he were a piece of meat. “Care to join me in here, prinkípissa”, Alexios asked playfully as (Y/N) blushed a deep rose color, sheepish of the fact that she had been caught. Coming to the entrance of his tent, Alexios smiled as he guided (Y/N) inside the tent. Laughing heartily at the look on her face, Alexios embraced her and pulled her head to his chest, where she could hear his laugh reverberate throughout his body. Kissing the top of her head briefly, Alexios moved his hands down to her waist and moved her body so that they were both looking at each other. “I’ll give you credit for your attempt at sneaking into a Spartan camp (Y/N), but did you really think you could sneak past me. I hope you’re not forgetting the fact that I’m an assassin”, Alexios stated as he stared down at (Y/N), feigning seriousness. His playfulness unbeknownst to (Y/N), his gaze seemed scrutinizing to her and she began to feel small in his presence. “For...Forget, no no. Alexios I...I...know I could never forget that you’re an assassin. I-I just wanted to see you because it had been so long since you’ve been away and-and--”, her words were cut short by Alexios’s lips on hers, shushing her immediately. He began to laugh against her lips, so much so that she felt his teeth against her bottom lip. He lifted his neck to break from the kiss for a brief moment, his laughter continuing and eventually leading (Y/N) to smile and join his laughter. “Oh, sweet (Y/N) you have yet to learn of my jokes and when I am truly serious. You know I could never be mad at you for coming to visit me. I’ve missed your company so very much prinkípissa”, Alexios sighed as he said the last part of his sentence. Wrapping his arms fully around her waist, he pulled her close and surveyed her body, a smirk tugging at left side of his mouth. Sighing once more, Alexios looked into her eyes and breathing slowly, stated, “You’re as beautiful as ever”. Before giving her a moment to respond to his endearing statement, Alexios crashed his lips into hers and moved his hand to her face, encapsulating her soft cheeks in his hands, ensuring that she would not break the kiss, although she had no intention of ceasing the embrace.

Inching closer to Alexios’s broad form, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and began to run her hands through his dark hair. The silken feel of his locks still remained and urged (Y/N) to lightly tug on it, causing Alexios to moan against her lips. Smiling against his mouth, (Y/N) quickly slid her tongue inside Alexios’s mouth, delicately joining his own. Amused by her unexpected forwardness, Alexios chuckled into the kiss and tightened his grip on her hips, as if to show his approval. Their tongues intertwined with each other’s, all while their hands began to work faster against each other as well. While he still had her pressed against his body, Alexios began to lift (Y/N) from the ground, as if bring her even closer to him. With her legs wrapped around his torso, Alexios parted his lips from hers for a brief moment to navigate towards the linens on which he slept. Not wanting to break away from his beloved for too long, he quickly latched his lips back on to her, this time moving down her to her jawline. 

His lips felt warm and sensual across her jawline. She sighed as he continued his path to her neck. Suddenly, she shivered as he gently kissed a sensitive spot just below her ear. Quietly, she moaned and ever so slightly gyrated her hips against his abdominals. 

Obviously noticing her actions, Alexios smiled deviously into her neck and lightly bit the soft flesh of her neck, causing (Y/N) to let out a squeak of surprise. Licking the area where he had bitten, Alexios began to lower both (Y/N) and himself to the soft blankets that lay beneath them. With his lips still latched to her neck, he began to move down her body, his hot tongue reaching her collarbone and swiping across the defined bone. Kissing across her shoulders and lower neckline, Alexios began to maneuver his large hands under her dress. Starting at her upper thighs, Alexios began massaging the muscle of (Y/N)’s clothed leg. Her skin was soft and smelled of the ocean, fresh with a slight scent of salt. Alexios shifted the fabric upward and began to move his hands to her inner thighs, where he instantly felt her warmth radiate. 

Continuing to massage her inner thighs, Alexios looked up into (Y/N)’s eyes, heavy with lust, but also with adoration, as she observed her lover’s pleasurable gestures so close to the spot where she needed him most. As if reading her mind, Alexios smirked and chuckled under his breath. “Patience my love, soon enough you’ll have what you desire”, Alexios bellowed quietly, his voice octaves deeper then it usually was. “I desire you Alexios, now”, (Y/N) huffed as she fell onto her back with her arms above her head, exhaling a sigh of frustration. Hearing him chuckle again, (Y/N) raised her head to look at Alexios once more, stunned that he could be laughing at a time such as this. “Really spartan, you’re going to chuckle at me as you lay and torment me”, stated (Y/N), partially playing along with Alexios’s teasing. She continued, “I haven’t seen you in months, and when I come to visit all you can do is leave me to impatiently wait for you to fu-fuck”. 

Her words were suddenly cut off by Alexios burying his face into her core, dripping with desire. (Y/N) tossed her head back and moaned, a little too loud, as she shot her hands into Alexios’s hair. Alexios’s eyes gazed upwards as he stared at (Y/N); her head thrown back into the soft blankets, her eyes closed tightly, her cheeks a deep rose color. He smiled against her folds and resumed his focus on her pleasure. He moaned against her lips as he maneuvered his tongue down to her entrance, encircling it and softly nibbled at her slickend folds. Jolting her hips up from the sensation of his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, (Y/N) grasped tighter at Alexios’s hair and bucked her hips once more, encouraging his tongue to enter her. Choosing to obey her wishes, Alexios wasted no time in delving his tongue deep inside her walls, as he began to use his right thumb to circle her clit. Continuing to moan and buck, (Y/N) began panting hard, the blush on her face now clearly evident. Feeling herself close to her first orgasm, she quickly lifted her head up, daring to observe the spartan’s luscious efforts between her legs. Watching Alexios bob his head and encircle her clit faster, her body began to writhe as the knot in her stomach tightened with every flick of Alexios’s skillful tongue. Soon reaching her edge, she grasped the spartan’s shoulders and shouted his name. With one final yelp, her body erupted in ecstasy as her legs shook violently.

Rubbing her thighs gently, Alexios lifted his head from her dripping core, to watch as (Y/N) came down from her high, her body still twitching as she lay her head down on a pillow beneath her. Licking his lips, Alexios lifted himself so that he was face to face with his love, his forearms braced on either side of her body. Smiling at her, Alexios gazed into her eyes as she heartily returned his smile, her features still warm and compassionate. Leaning down, he kissed her gently, as his left hand softly caressed her breasts, causing her to moan quietly into the kiss. 

Whilst continuing their passionate kiss, (Y/N)’s hand subtly maneuvered to Alexios’s shaft, now pulsing in anticipation for her walls to clasp around it. Wrapping her hand around the engorged head, she began to stroke him teasingly. Surprised by her actions, Alexios released from their entwined lips and hissed, as his abdominal muscles twitched in arousal. 

“(Y/N) please, I need you. D-Don’t tease me prinkípissa”, Alexios groaned as he lightly bucked his hips.Giggling at the effect her teasing had on a man of Alexios’s stature, (Y/N) bit her lip,as she continued to stroke his member, now even firmer than it was before. 

Without warning, Alexios grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and pinned it up above her head, growling next to her ear. Then, grabbing his cock in his own hand, Alexios shifted closer towards (Y/N)’s core, lightly moving the head of his cock against her folds. Hearing her moan once again, Alexios could no longer control himself as he thrust himself deep inside of her. Muffling her moans with his mouth, Alexios let go and began to thrust forward, the sound of his pelvis smacking against hers only increasing his desire to please the woman he loved. 

His cock immediately rocked her body forward as he pushed deep inside her, allowing themselves to become fully immersed in each other. (Y/N) threw her head back in pure ecstasy, as her hips followed his hips, slowly at first when Alexios pulled his member out from her. He laughed as (Y/N) shot her head up in disappointment. “Alexios!”, she cried out as a whine left her impatient form. She attempted to follow his cock with her own sex, only for Alexios to rest his firm calloused hands on her thighs and chuckle. Confused, (Y/N) looked at her lover, still disappointed that he was not connected with her. Alexios said nothing, as he gazed at his goddess from under his eyelashes, a devilish smirk painting itself across his lips. Leaning forward, he once again crashed his lips onto (Y/N)’s, distracting her as he rammed himself back into her core, this time with no intention of removing himself from her beautiful folds.

They moaned in unison, as their bodies morphed into one being. One body that breathed in the same air and exhaled from the same lungs. One body whose heartbeat increased with every thrust. One body whose nails scratched and teeth gripped flesh. One body whose moans increased with every passing minute. A being who only desired love. Together, they were a being who loved unconditionally. 

Running her hands through his hair, (Y/N) gazed into Alexios’s glimmering eyes, which she expected to be entirely clouded in lust. Instead, the eyes looking back at her were clear and filled with adoration. They roamed her body as Alexios continued pounding into her soft body. They focused on each curve, scar, and even blemish as if they were the most beautiful stars in the universe. Moving back up her enchanting frame, Alexios’s eyes finally met (Y/N)’s. 

They said nothing, as there was nothing to be said. Moans of pleasure were exchanged between them, as soft kisses were placed everywhere on each other’s bodies. Alexios nuzzled his head into (Y/N)’s neck, the scruff of his beard teasing her sensitive skin. (Y/N) giggled as she continued to run her hands through his hair. It was an almost perfect distraction, but soon she felt a shudder run down her spine as Alexios picked up his pace.

“Uh...uuh…(Y/N)”, Alexios moaned into her neck. His hot breath on the skin of her neck just below her ear shook her to her core. She let out a pleasurable huff as her walls tightened around his shaft. His hips took an abrupt pace as she continued to tighten around him. Their breaths became quick and uneven as they both reached the edge. 

Pulling away from her neck, Alexios looked at (Y/N), gently grasping her chin with his hand. Their eyes locked as they moaned the loudest they had all night, as their lips moved together in the most passionate kiss of the moon filled evening. Both reaching their peak, they both let out a stunted moan and shuddered. They continued to stare at each other with wide hazy smiles, as Alexios collapsed next to (Y/N). They held each other then, as they faded into their blissful afterglow.

He had missed her these past few months. In fact, he missed her every time she wasn’t around him, whether that be for a few minutes when she was bartering at the local markets, or of course months at a time when he was commanding his military. It was a difficult life he lead as an assassin and although things could have been much easier if he hadn’t broken the code to not involve himself in a relationship, he couldn’t help it. From the first moment he had laid eyes on her, he had become smitten with her beauty. He could have sworn that a Grecian goddess had descended to Earth. But she was more than that to him. Not only was she the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, but she had changed him to be better. Before (Y/N), he was a man set on revenge and believed that only the mission mattered but then, when she entered his life, everything changed. He had learned to laugh again, to admire the beauty of the world, to relax even when he didn’t believe he needed to. He had learned to have hope and to believe that there is good in the world. And of course he knew there was good in the world, for he had fallen in love with the best thing in his world. 

Before finally drifting off into a peaceful slumber, Alexios gazed at the love of his life one last time and smiled. Leaning over, he kissed the temple of his sleeping beauty and whispered, “Sleep well my prinkípissa. I love you.”

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