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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Shades of Grey || CL16 {3}

Summary: Things get worse before they get better. Warnings: 18+ only, hurt/comfort. Word Count: 2k

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“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave without a goodbye,” Charles whispered to the quiet as he took your hand and kissed the top of it. “I didn’t mean to leave you.”

You looked down at your hand though you still stood near the door and swore you could feel his palm in yours just like when you held his hand under the stars. You ran your thumb over the empty space where he had a callus from repeated weight lifting in the gym and he jumped in his seat.

“Did you…” He shook his head and sighed before chiding himself. “Arthur thinks you might be able to hear me, and I think he’s crazy but I don’t know, I guess I just need to get this off my chest.”

You stepped closer as his voice dropped even quieter. “I can’t go another minute without telling you how I feel. I wish I told you how I felt before you-“ his words were lost to a sob.

“I’m not dead, Charles,” you said quietly as you stood at the foot of the bed. “I promise I’m going to find a way back to you.”

“Come back to me, please,” Charles begged as he dropped his head to the scratchy hospital sheet that was draped over you. “I can’t bury another person I love. I can’t do it. And I love you, so fucking much and it kills me that I never told you.”

The heart rate monitor beeped rapidly and Charles’ head shot up as an alarm started to blare. The door behind him was pushed open and the nurse entered with Arthur and Pierre hot on her tail. 

“What is it?” Charles asked on the edge of hysteria. “What’s happening?”

The nurse ignored him as she looked at the monitor and saw the sharp increase in your heart rate. “Something stimulated her, what were you doing just before it jumped?”

Charles looked at the other guys before scratching his neck nervously. “I was just talking to her.”

Pierre cocked an eyebrow at the explanation, knowing how his best friend acted when he was not being completely honest. 

“I think it’s safe to say she can probably hear you,” the nurse said with a small smile. “This is good. It’s a very good sign.”

She left with a print out of the readings, quietly excusing herself to update the doctor and when the door sealed shut Pierre turned on Charles. “Right, tell me the truth.”

“What?” Charles asked as he looked away from the pointed stare and back to your face, your eyes still closed.

“Did you kiss her?”

“What!” Charles snapped his head around. “I’m not a fucking creep. What kind of question is that? I just told her…that I love her.”

The monitor spiked again and Arthur shifted closer. “Say it again.”

You leaned closer too, wanting to hear those words on his lips over and over. Charles’ cheeks were burning red and buried his face in the mattress beside your hand. 

“Or kiss her,” Pierre offered before shrugging innocently as Charles lifted his head enough to glare at him. “Worked for sleeping beauty.”

You paced around the room wondering how you could get yourself to wake up when your attention was drawn back to Charles’ quiet words.

“What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Is he serious?” Pierre aimed at Arthur who just shrugged. “Bro, she’s been following you ‘round the paddock since we were kids. She wouldn’t give the rest of us the time of day.”

 Charles looked to his brother for confirmation and Arthur nodded. Charles’ shoulders dropped in defeat and he reached out slowly to you, gently brushing his knuckles down your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the ghost of his touch on your skin and you sighed with longing. The tenderness was everything you had wanted to experience, but not like this.

“Woah,” Arthur gasped as a low sound escaped the tube in your mouth. “Nurse!”

The heavy sigh had been heard by them all and you would have been embarrassed by the sound except Charles' eyes lit up with hope. 

“Where the hell is the nurse?” Arthur frowned as he looked to the door. “I’ll go find her.”

“I’ll go with you,” Pierre said as he started to follow, “you get lost more than Charles.”

The sun was starting to reach for the horizon and cast a myriad of colour around the room, the shadows growing with each passing second. Charles was staring at you completely absorbed as he searched for any other sign that you were there.

“I’m trying,” you whispered as you concentrated on making anything happen. “I’m trying.”

“I know it’s your birthday and you’d normally make a wish, but if you could make mine come true I would spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I would give anything to talk to you again.” 

He suddenly shifted in his seat to pull his phone from his pocket and he dialled your number from memory. A muffled vibrating started on the drawers beside the bed and he frowned as shifted from flowers aside to find your phone plugged into a charger. A surprised laugh erupted as he saw what you had him saved as in contacts and he shook his head. 

Chuck The Clerk.

It had been a running joke between the two of you after some reporter had called him Chuck and a fresh tear ran down his cheek as the call went to voicemail. 

“Hey, sorry I missed your call but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

Charles cleared his throat before the beep began and he inhaled deeply. “It’s me. Uh, Chuck.” His laugh was a broken sob and he pressed a hand to his trembling lip as he fought to regain his composure. “I just called to hear your voice. God, I miss it. I miss you.”

His knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping his phone when the answer phone beeped as it ran out of time. A second later your phone beeped with a new voicemail and he picked the device up, the screen lighting up to reveal the background image. 

The photo had been taken at the pre-season testing where the new drivers and old met properly for the first time. Charles turned the phone on its side to see the picture of all 20 drivers lined up and bit his lip as he saw that everyone was facing the photographer, everyone except you and him. You had turned to find him already staring at you and your smile had widened.

“You did it,” Charles had called out just before the camera clicked, capturing the pride on his face. 

There were thousands of other photos in your gallery, dozens and dozens of them with Charles in them, but that was a favourite and it had been your wallpaper since that first week in Bahrain. There might have been 18 other people in the photo but you only saw Charles.

The screen went black as it turned off and when he clicked the lock button to wake it up it asked for a passcode. His fingers keyed in your birthday but it vibrated at the incorrect pin.

“Wrong birthday,” you murmured as you reached out to brush down a wayward strand of hair before remembering you couldn’t touch him.

His fingers hesitantly tried another sequence - 1 6 1 0 9 7 - and he fell back in his seat as it unlocked. He stared at the home screen and chewed on his lip, his knee bouncing with indecision before he locked it again and shoved it back between the flower arrangement.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised softly and placed his hands back on yours to keep them busy and to stop himself from reaching for your phone again. It wasn’t his place to go through the pictures, no matter how much he wanted to see more of your smiles. The pictures in his phone would have to be enough, and the knowledge that you had set his birthday as your passcode. 

He stared out of the hospital window as the sun went down and sighed. “I should go.”

Panic hit you at the thought of being left behind in the dark void again and you threw yourself at him, reaching for his hand before it could leave yours. You tumbled forward as you fell through him and right onto your lifeless body in front of him.

His skin was warm to the touch as your fingers wrapped around his wrist and he froze as he stared at the hand that had been limp only a moment ago. 

“Don’t go,” you begged as your heart hammered in your chest and the monitors set off another alarm. 

“Help! Somebody help,” Charles screamed as your throat convulsed around the tube. 

“Don’t leave me,” you kept trying to plead but the darkness was heavy and it was suddenly harder to speak. 

More voices filled the room and Charles’ hand slipped out of yours. 

“No, no, no, come back,” you screamed, your hand falling from the bed weakly as it tried to find him. 

“Let me go, she needs me,” Charles growled but his voice faded away and your hope went with him.

Pierre gripped his shoulders and kept him pressed to the wall, out of the way of the doctors filling the room. “No, she needs them. Let the doctors do their job.”

“Why did you bring me here?” he asked weakly as he sagged against Pierre. “Why couldn’t you just take me to the airport?”

Pierre held his friend up, taking his weight when he nearly collapsed from the grief. “Because you would hate yourself if you didn’t see her again.”

Charles flinched and screwed his eyes shut as he fisted Pierre’s shirt shaking his head as if it could block out the alarms that erupted as the ventilator was disconnected. As much as it hurt to hear the incessant beeping it was nothing compared to the dread he felt when the room fell silent. 

“No, no…” he whispered as the machine was turned off and his legs failed him. 

“I’m sorry,” Pierre choked, realising there wasn’t going to be another soft whoosh of air breathing for you.

“Charles,” Arthur called as he reached blinding for his brother, slapping his chest until Charles looked up angrily. Arthur wasn’t even looking his way, he was fixated on the doctors, no not the doctors. He was staring at you.

Your throat burned and the fire spread to your lungs as you drew in a shaky breath. Pain lacerated your back and a whimper escaped your dry throat, reigniting the burning as you lifted your hand and tried to ask for water. Your hand dropped weakly back to your side and your vision blurred under the harsh lighting. 

You couldn’t make out any of the shapes moving around you and each blink felt like rubbing sandpaper over your eyes but a familiar warmth filled your hand and you focused on that feeling. The pain in your body receded as the hand clasping yours picked it up and Charles came into focus as his lips pressed to your palm. 

You swallowed in an attempt to wet your throat but you ended up coughing until Charles took the small cup of water a nurse had prepared and he lifted it carefully to your cracked lips. The cool water soothed the burn and you sighed at the instant relief, squeezing Charles’ hand in silent gratitude.

His eyes were brimming with tears when he squeezed your hand back. “You came back.”

You shook your head, wincing at the stiffness in your neck. “For you,” you rasped weakly, not recognising your own voice. 

“For me?” he asked as he leaned in closer like he had misheard you.

“You…brought…me back.” Your lips ached as they curved into a small smile and exhaustion tugged at your mind. You couldn’t go back to sleep, not when you needed him to know how you felt. “I love you too.”

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[mrslankyman]

Can I Call You Mine?

Montague (fortnite) x (fem) reader

->If I chose you life could’ve been different

->2K word

TW: guns & death

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You were untouchable like a distant diamond sky. He couldn’t understand why he was so caught up in you. It wasn’t like you gave a shit about him. 

You were one jewel he couldn't steal. 

No matter how good of a thief he was. 

The dreams of holding you in his arms and calling you his was what gave him strength to keep going everyday. 

You had chosen the other side. 

That heist changed everything. The biggest regret of his was choosing that medallion over the one thing he cherished most. 

You.

He left you behind; speeding off in that stupid silver car. 

Leaving you to rush off and fend for yourself. 

The next time he saw you was at a meeting with the other millionaires he had gathered into his Society. 

You had joined a group called the UnderGround. As one of their leaders. 

Learning that he was on top of your hit list sent shivers down his spine. 

He didn’t wanna leave you. He was just blinded by the idea of wealth. 

Pretending like you were an enemy hurt his heart. He didn’t know what he would do if he ever came face to face with you. 

The lingering reality hung in his mind. 

It’s you or him if it came to that. 

You were leader of the UnderGround and he was leader of the Society. 

One of you had to go. 

Yet he would let you pull the trigger if it came to that.

He couldn't kill you. 

He was far too caught up in you. 

Which is why the night he caught you sneaking in hurt him. He had heard the noises coming down stairs. Somewhere near the vault. The thought of him just hearing things crossed his mind yet it was too loud for him to just be hearing things. 

Heading down the stairs from his master bedroom he eyed the door to the vault. His hair was messed up, dress shirt loosely buttoned and dress pants without a belt. He looked like a mess. 

“Who’s there?” His voice came out slightly shaky, holding up his pistol. Aiming it at whoever might be down there. 

The rustling noise stopped. He headed down the steps to the vault, the shadow of a person coming into view. 

“{Y/N}?” He dropped his aim slightly. 

“Montague.” Your voice seethed as you looked up at him. 

His eyes softened and he stepped down a few steps to get a better look at you. 

Instinctively you raised your own pistol, aiming straight at his head. 

“Woah- come on.. Let’s not do this.” Montague raised his hands; pistol in one. 

“Hand over the medallion now.” Your voice was so demanding, much rougher than he remembered. “Come on.. Let’s talk.” Pleading wasn’t something he did often. He would rather be shot than anyone hear him beg. For you on the other hand. He would do anything to have just a moment with you again. 

He missed how you both could talk about anything. Sit in an abandoned building and plan out the next heist. 

Stealing was the way you both lived. You had grown to trust each other in those heists. Robbing banks, jewelry stores, and random rich people. 

Montague had become the person he swore to you he wouldn't.

“We are doing this Montague.” He couldn't see through you like he used to. You seemed so truthful. Like you were serious about blowing his head off if you had to. 

“{Y/N}... please just let’s talk. I’ve missed y-.” He had taken the last few steps to reach you; hands still in the air. 

He felt the end of your gun press to his forehead. His eyes stared into your scrunched up ones. Anger prominent in your {e/c} eyes. In that moment he knew he lost you. He just wanted you. 

“Why miss me? You were the one who left me behind. Without a second thought.” That silky voice of yours despite seething with anger was so angelic. The feeling of the gun pressing against his forehead harder snapped him out of his thoughts. 

“I know what I did.. I know.” His voice was soft and pleading. He looked you in the eyes as he spoke. 

He had missed them. 

“If you don’t give me that medallion now, I’m gonna blow your head off and take it myself.” You shoved him against the wall holding the gun to his head. He didn’t even flinch. He just liked that you were somewhat touching him. 

“I miss you.” Those words hit your ears and for a moment the grip on your pistol faltered. 

His voice was almost a whisper and his breath tingled your neck. 

“Don’t do this to me Montague.. I can’t let my group down.” The feeling of the trigger between your fingers reminds you of how you controlled the situation despite his words. 

“I miss you, I miss you more and more everyday..” He stared into your eyes so desperate to change the emotion in them. He wanted to see that smile. 

The happy look in your eyes when you’d see him. 

He missed that. 

“I’m not falling for this Montague.. Let me in the vault.” You demand voice breaking between anger and sadness. 

He tore off his medallion and held it in front of the vault's scanner. The vault unlocked as it scanned the diamond. 

Your eyes widened slightly as you watched the vault open before turning back to him.

“I don’t want to hurt you {Y/N} trust me when I say that.. I didn’t mean to leave you behind. I was stupid for it..” 

You hesitated between letting him go and getting what you needed or holding him there against the wall.  

The way his eyes pleaded for you almost made you believe him. 

If you didn’t know him so well you’d think it was an act.

“You’re right. You were stupid for it.” Was the only reply you gave before kicking him in the crotch. His low groans filled your ears. You almost wanted to say you were sorry.

Too bad you weren’t 

He fell to the floor holding his crotch, letting out foul language in his native tongue. 

You quickly stepped into the vault looking around before grabbing the map you had been searching for. Just where Hope said it would be stored. Montague really wasn’t that good at hiding things. 

Something you always knew he faltered at.

A good thief but a terrible hider. 

You walked out stepping over Montague who laid on the floor still. 

You stopped and turned around to look at him. 

“I won’t be so nice next time.” Your voice was icy cold in warning. He simply looked up at you: regret covered his face. 

“{Y/..N}” He closed his eyes tightly as tears pricked the corners. You didn’t know what to do. Leave him there or stay. He used to be your best friend. Your ride or die. Now he was just..

Nothing.

The sound of your feet coming closer gave him strength to sit up. You crouched down to his level offering a small smile gaining one in response from him. 

“You’re so beautiful.. I wish I told you that sooner. I wish I told you a lot of things before I fucked us up.” His hand reached out and cupped your cheek. Letting yourself lean into his touch made memories flood back. 

How close you two used to be. 

His touch always calmed you down. No matter the situation. It still did.

“Oh Montague..” Your voice cracked slightly as you allowed yourself to soak up his warmth. 

“Please.. Don’t go.” He begged as he pulled you closer to him. His arms wrapping around you. 

“I have to.. I can’t let my group down.. I’m sorry Montague. It’s you or me. I can’t let it be me who gets left again.” Your words slowly soaked into him. Before he could react your pistol was back at his head. Tears streaming down your face.

It was a hard life now. No more fun and games of stealing stupid things no one would notice. 

Stealing a life would always be noticed. 

A heinous crime. 

Something that could not be undone once done. 

You knew that. 

You had to do this.

You had to win this battle. 

Jonsey, Hope, the whole organization was counting on you. 

“I love you.” 

Those three words made your whole body shake. How could you kill him after that? 

“I know you have to do this. I know that only one side is going to make it out of this thing alive.” It was his turn to start truly crying. But not from the fact he was going to die. 

No.

He was crying because at least even in his last few moments he gets to see you again. 

It was all he could ask for in this cruel world. 

“I love you too..” Your confession was all he needed to die happy. To know that he wasn’t chasing some dumb dream every night. You did like him back.. 

“Can I call you mine.. Once?” His question made your tears flow harder.

“Yes.. you can.” You sobbed harder as he leaned closer.

“I’m so glad you’re mine, mon amour.” His lips pressed against yours. For a moment you almost let your gun fall. 

Wouldn’t it be so easy to leave and run off with him? 

Possibly in your dreams. 

You would be hunted down and never forgiven for that act. 

You had picked your side to stay loyal to.

As did he.

So as you kissed him and lived in this moment of bliss you let it be the last thing he remembered. 

Before you pulled the trigger.

Leaving him with his last dying wish.

To call you his.

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[proseover-bros]

FOR THE ONES WE LOVE | CH. 1

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

SERIES: For the Ones We Love

STATUS: Ongoing

ERA: Prison

PAIRING: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Female Reader (No Use of “Y/N”)

CHAPTER ONE: Backseat Driver

WORD COUNT: 2k

SUMMARY: Daryl Dixon gets much more than he bargained for when his motorcycle breaks down while out on a run. Miles from the prison, he has no other choice but to hot-wire a car he comes across on the side of the road, only to discover that he wasn’t the first person to get there.

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Language, Mention of Attempted Sexual Assault, Symptoms of PTSD

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: While I’m not new to writing fanfic, this is my first attempt at Tumblr fanfic, which is somewhat different than what I’m used to. I have a whole backstory dreamed up for this character (she’s a nursing student who escaped from Grady Memorial after it was overtaken by Dawn and Gorman), but I know from what I’ve read of Tumblr fanfic, self-insert fics are preferred. This is my first attempt at that, so any constructive criticism is welcome. Please let me know your thoughts on the story as well. I have several chapters already written, just trying to decide what format to proceed with/if there’s an audience for it.

“Wow, thanks for that.”

At the sound of an unfamiliar voice coming from behind him, Daryl Dixon’s eyes flew to the rearview mirror as you sat up from where you’d been lying in the backseat of the car he’d just hot-wired. The all too familiar noise of a hammer clicking into place sounded as you lifted your arms, aiming a revolver directly at the back of his head.

With the way you trained the gun on him, combined with the intense gaze in your eyes, he knew that you’d shot it before.

Of course you had.

A woman, alone in this world?

There was no way in hell you could’ve survived as long as you had not knowing how to use a gun.

Daryl cut the engine and raised his hands. “This your car?”

You shrugged. “No, but I was here first.”

“I got it runnin’, that makes it more mine than yours.”

“I was getting to that.” You said defensively.

“Bullshit.” Daryl scoffed. “Ya don’t know how to hot-wire a car.”

“How do you know?”

“‘Cause ya ain’t that kinda girl.”

The stranger’s assumption pissed you off, but what pissed you off even more was the fact that he was right. Before he came along, you’d been close to having a full-on meltdown when finding the car just a few minutes earlier, only to discover that the keys were missing from the ignition. There’d been a hell of a lot of abandoned cars that you’d passed during your travels over the past couple of weeks, because apparently even after a goddamn apocalypse, nobody left their keys behind.

And who was he to pass judgement on you? With his Harley Davidson vest, greasy hair and the ability to steal a car in the first place, this guy was lucky you’d given him any warning at all. Although you hadn’t spoken to another human being since escaping the hospital, and were beginning to think you were missing even the most trivial of conversations, you had quickly come to the conclusion that human interaction was entirely overrated.

Especially with this particular human.

“How the hell do you know what kind of girl I am?” You practically growled.

Daryl hesitated, knowing that he ought to tread lightly, yet somehow his mouth decided to run off anyway. “Just do.”

Your eyes widened as you lunged forward to press the barrel of the gun to the back of his skull. “You don’t fucking know me.”

Dumbass, Daryl scolded himself.

What was he thinking, arguing with someone who was pressing a loaded gun to his head? After all this time spent fighting to survive, did he have a death wish all of a sudden?

With his hands still raised, Daryl nodded, his senses finally returning to him. “We can change that. I’m Daryl.”

Suddenly, a memory of your mother warning you not to talk to strangers appeared as the man introduced himself, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. After a few seconds, you lowered your gun and laughed out loud, no longer able to keep it inside.

The entire situation was absurd. You were running on zero sleep, hadn’t eaten anything in days, and hadn’t spoken to another soul since you’d left Atlanta. It was the most inappropriate thing in the world to be laughing in your current situation, and yet you couldn’t stop.

Daryl hesitated. He thought he might be okay at handling a pissed off woman — but a crazy, pissed off woman?

Might as well shoot myself now.

“Ya crazy or somethin’?” Daryl found himself asking.

You laughed harder at his question, leaning against the backseat as your sides started to ache. “Or something.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Ya gotta name or not?”

Once regaining your composure, you peered over the passenger seat and noticed the large crossbow that he’d laid down while working on getting the car started. You also noted the backpack slung over his shoulder with several arrows sticking out through the flap. “Give me your arrows and any other weapons you have. Maybe I’ll tell you then.”

“Don’t wanna know that bad.”

“Hah.” You rolled your eyes, aiming the revolver at his head once more. “Wasn’t asking.”

With an irritated grumble, Daryl shrugged off his bag and handed it over. There was a brief pause while he rummaged around in his pants and pulled out a pistol, extending it to you handle first.

“No knife?” You asked suspiciously. 

He cursed under his breath, but a few seconds later you had a hunting knife to add to your collection as well. Finally satisfied, you met his eyes in the rearview mirror and told him your name.

“You alone?”

“Looks like it.”

The silence between the two of you clung in the air like smoke. Daryl kept his eyes glued to you now that you had all of his weapons, minus his crossbow, which was useless without the bolts. 

He didn’t pride himself on much, but one of the few things that he’d always felt he excelled at was being a good judge of character. The woman in front of him was young, probably mid-twenties, and pretty. In Daryl’s experience, pretty women were absolute bitches, but not necessarily dangerous. Even so, he couldn’t brand you with that particular title just for pulling a gun on him. You were only protecting yourself.

“Mind lowerin’ that thing? I did give ya all my weapons.” Daryl reasoned.

You paused, but reluctantly lowered your gun, your eyes locked on his as you sat it down on your lap.

“How’s that?” You asked.

“Depends, can I turn around without havin’ to worry ‘bout ya blowin’ my head off?”

You stilled at his words but found yourself slowly nodding your head in agreement.

When Daryl turned all the way around to face you, you held your breath. The last time you’d been this close to a man, it was Gorman, and he had tried to assault you.

The world had been a dangerous place for women far longer than it had been for men. Men may have recently had to learn what it was like to fear strangers now that the world had ended, but it had aways been something to fear for women, which made it twice as frightening these days.

As you studied Daryl, you noticed that he had lighter facial hair than that on his head, and pale blue eyes. With his intense gaze and bare biceps, he had a rugged air about him that you had a feeling he’d always possessed. He seemed like the kind of man who didn’t need an apocalypse to know how to fight for his life.

The two of you remained as you were, staring at each other for a tense moment, sizing each other up and down as you both tried to decide whether or not the other was a threat.

“Lay down.” Daryl grunted.

“What?” You blanched, your hand moving towards the revolver once more.

“Down!” He hissed.

Jumping over the partition dividing the front and back sections of the car, Daryl slid to his knees, tucking himself in the floor space behind the passenger seat, his hands clutching you by the elbows as he pulled you down, tugging your body flush against the backseat cushions.

When Daryl grabbed you, your first thought was a vile one, but your grip around the gun relaxed ever so slightly when he landed beneath you rather than on top of you.

“What the fu—” You cried as you both lurched forward, a series of bangs sounding at the rear of the car. Rather than finish your crude sentence, you cut yourself off when Daryl’s hand covered your mouth. Feeling your jaw tense against his palm, he raised a finger to his lips when his eyes met yours, slowly easing his hand away as a horde of walkers appeared from a clearing in the woods by the side of the road.

You both remained that way for what truly could have been hours, the only sound being your heavy breathing and the groans of the horde as they trudged along either side of the car like cattle. When the noise finally died down some time later, Daryl held a hand out to signal for you to wait, then eased up on his haunches ever so slightly, peering out the front windshield to find that the horde had wandered off up the road.

Once given the all clear, you slowly lifted your body from the backseat, your hand instantly going to the side of your neck as you attempted to work out the kink that had formed there from laying in such an awkward position. 

“Jesus.” You muttered.

Remaining where he was for fear that you’d think he might try something now that he was in close proximity of his weapons, Daryl kept his eyes on you for a few silent seconds.

“Look, I know all about wantin’ to be alone, but no one can make it alone now. You can keep my weapons, even hold your damn gun on me while I drive, but I have a camp a few miles back. My bike broke down, s’why I was lookin’ for a ride, but I can take ya someplace secure. I’m with a group of people back at a prison.”

“A prison? Really?” You asked curiously.

Christ. Was that actual hope in your voice? Had the last year not completely crushed you of that?

“Yeah.” Daryl nodded. “There’s eight of us. Men, women, a boy, and a baby.” Nodding towards his backpack, he continued. “Open it.”

Cautiously moving your hand to his backpack, you unsnapped the top and drew back the flap to reveal several tins of powdered baby formula. Running your fingers over the lids, you hesitated, your eyes slowly returning to Daryl. If this was some kind of trick to get you to come along, it was pretty elaborate.

“I just gotta ask ya three questions first.” He said.

With your curiosity getting the better of you, you shrugged your shoulders. “Go for it.”

“How many walkers ya killed?”

“Walkers? You mean, the living dead freaks that have taken over the world?”

Daryl nodded.

“I don’t know. Who keeps track of that shit?”

Daryl had to admit, at least to himself, you had a point. But it was one of the questions that Rick insisted on asking newcomers, and he wasn’t about to start breaking his rules for anyone.

Seeing that Daryl wasn’t willing to budge on the question, you sighed as you thought about it. “A dozen, at least.”

“How many people ya killed?”

Your mind instantly went to the lifeless eyes of Gorman and Dawn. 

“Two.” You answered, without a hint of remorse.

“Why?” He asked.

You stared at him, expressionless. “I’m a woman and I’ve pretty much been on my own since the world ended. Why do you think?”

Daryl stared right back at you, and in his fierce blue gaze, you knew that he understood you completely. 

“All right, let’s go.”

“That’s it? I passed?” You asked, surprised.

“Looks like it.” He grunted, using your choice of words from earlier and earning a small smile from you because of it.

“Okay.” You agreed. “I’ll ride back here, and I won’t hold my gun on you . . . unless you drive too slow.”

“Pfft.” Daryl scoffed as he climbed back over to the driver’s side and began to work on restarting the car. “Don’t gotta worry ‘bout that.”

CHAPTER TWO

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl fanfiction #daryl fanfic #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl x reader #daryl x female reader #daryl x you #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #twd fanfiction #twd fanfic #fanfiction #frenemies to lovers #mutual pining #eventual smut

[varilien]

(character uses they/it) i keep wanting to start posting my ocs over here again and then Just Not Doing It so uhhhh !!! some stuff from february, had a dream about knives that made me think of a plant oc with a constant power output so extreme that it generates a deadly radiation field around them. because of that they've been living alone this whole time, avoiding contact with other living things, and over the years they've learned how to suppress that output for short spans of time or "safely" pour out the excess in order to be safe to be around, though they ultimately prefer their solitude due to a history of bad experiences with humans. they're very blunt, spiteful, and curious

@whatever-you-can-give-me suggested lr would make good friends for them since they are 🤝 about being extremely hard to hurt lol

also! wrote like 2k about they and razlo's first meeting below the cut if anyone's interested in some good ol violence + gore :3

that was a fr content warning btw read at ur own discretion:

Chance encounters with violent strangers out in the open desert are nothing new to LR, even when Livio purposefully had tried to find the quietest possible route to travel.  It’s not even necessarily surprising to run into someone a little to the left of human, someone a bit bigger or stronger or more durable than they really have any right to be.  The Eye aren’t the only ones designing freaks on this planet, that much is obvious, evidenced sufficiently by the odder fights LR have ever gotten in.  

And this one is shaping up to be one of their oddest fights yet.

Livio hadn’t seen the fucker coming, occupied as he was with the slow realization of why this stretch of road doesn’t see much use anymore: a creeping heat across his nerve endings unrelated to the overcast, evening suns, the taste of metal in his mouth, and a deep-rooted nausea twisting up his guts.  Radiation sickness.  He’s dealt with it before, and as unpleasant as it is, it’s hardly enough to slow him down too bad.  

It’s damn distracting, though.  A good enough excuse for not noticing them hiding up along the rockface above his head.  Not a good enough excuse to keep Razlo from tagging in, especially after something’s pierced straight through the back of his neck, nearly taking his head clean off.  

Razlo rolls for cover with a strangled sound, blood gushing from his forced-out throat and foaming at his lips.  Even with his senses jarred and his vision blurred, it'd take more than a near-decapitation for his instincts to be overridden.  He's slinging out a Punisher before he even knows what he's up against.  

There's a blur of motion to his right as soon as his sights are raised.  They're probably surprised Razlo's still standing, but so was everyone else who's gotten a lucky shot at him.

He can track their motion by sound alone.  They're sloppy.  Feet hitting the cracked earth in hard thumps, every one a warning that Razlo can aim a spray of bullets at.  And by now Razlo's healed enough to notice and wonder why the hell his head is still so fucked up.

At least now he can mostly see them when he turns, hanging back a ways, out of Razlo's reach.  Shorter than him by a head and a half, covered toe to tip in layers of sun-bleached rags, save for their face.  That's hidden behind a tall, curved mask, shaped in a way that looks an awful lot like a tomas' crest, with the false eye markings to match.  Even the glass for the lenses is opaque.  The only part of them that’s exposed is their left hand, extended delicately aside to keep Razlo’s blood dripping off it from getting on their clothes.

Razlo physically tries to shake out the buzzing in his skull that only gets worse by the second, only to notice the foul smell of burning meat and risk an instinctive glance down at his arm, where his flesh has started to bubble and steam seemingly on its own.  He looks between his arm and his opponent, the way their body tenses and head begins to tip, shaking hard, simultaneous with his skin boiling that much more fiercely.  

Something clicks in his brain.  There’s no way.

And no time to find out.  This time when they dart in he’s expecting it; he takes a swing at their head, and they dodge right into his follow-through, slamming his Punisher into their skull with a crunch and a wet sound from their throat.  They drop, like he’d expect them to, like anyone would.  And like no one does, they just roll out of the way and onto their back, braced to spring back up again.  Razlo puts his boot through their ribcage before they get the chance to.  That should be the end of it, too, but the fucker just keeps kicking, trying to get away, the only sound they make being the gurgle of their lungs filling with blood, and they keep kicking.

At this point Razlo doesn’t even have a plan anymore.  Needless to say, he doesn’t go up against an awful lot of guys who match him in the department of being a pain in the ass to take down.  Razlo's just starting to come up with a new idea when those long arms swing up, claws digging into and making ribbons of his right leg.

Razlo curses and tries to pull away, which only makes them hold on even tighter.  He's staring that four-eyed glare down when that burning feeling across his whole body raises in pitch again, and it's the sight of his flesh starting to disintegrate around their fingers that finally makes him back off.

Razlo rather gracelessly falls on his ass in trying to take a step back, not expecting his right leg to simply break off halfway down his thigh.  He scrambles back a ways, ready to keep going, missing limb or no, but— they aren't following him.  They're collapsed in the sand, limbs akimbo as they fight to draw a full breath.  Razlo watches with morbid curiosity as his severed leg dissolves into nothing more than an off-colored patch of sand beside them.

All that angry tension has gone out of their body, leaving them limp and motionless except for the stutter of their chest, and Razlo can hear the damp gasps muffled behind their mask.  By all rights, it should look like more of a struggle.  They should be dead, really, but from where Razlo is sitting, it looks a lot more like they’re just taking a rest.  He feels more sure of that when they roll their shoulders back a bit, arms braced in the dirt as they delicately arch their spine.  There’s some sharp popping sounds, and a little exhale from them; setting their ribs, Razlo figures.  He’s had to do the same thing before.  Once they can move their arms more effectively, they start to gather themself up into a seated position, bones and joints still crackling like popcorn here and there as they go, til they’re all the way up, with their hands resting in their lap, looking far too fucking comfortable for the fight they’d just had.

"You're not dead."

Their voice startles Razlo despite being as soft as it is, and his gaze flicks up to that mask, just slightly tilted to the side, orange lenses glinting in the harsh sunlight.  They don't move at all that Razlo can see.  Even their breathing has evened out enough to have become imperceptible under their heavy shroud; if they're in any pain still, Razlo sure can't tell.

"Nope," is all he says, or can manage to say.

He scrubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, blinking hard a couple times to scrunch up his face in the hopes his nerves might start feeling right again soon.

Another wave of nausea hits him, but his stomach was empty before the fight even started, so he leans forward to put his head between his knees and dry heave for a while.

The whole time, he's aware of his little opponent continuing to sit in silence, watching and eerily unmoving, even when Razlo manages to sit up again and wipe his mouth with his wrist.

"The fuck's yer deal, anyways?"  Razlo asks.

"'Deal'...?"  They echo.

"Couldn't exactly kill you, either."

He wasn't expecting them to spill their life story or something, but he was thinking he'd get something more of a response than their head tilting back the opposite way.  There's not a lot to work with here in trying to get a read on them, but Razlo feels it's safe to hazard they're probably just pretty damn confused, the same as him.

"You kinda smell like a Plant.  M'not an expert, but I've met two others."

Now that gets something out of them.  A tiny wiggle of their head that makes the pieces in their mask rattle.

"I wouldn't know.  I've only met me."

“Huh.”  

Whether it’s a confirmation or rebuttal hardly matters at this point.  He’s feeling sure enough that his assumption was correct, now, anyways.

"You, uh…"  Razlo has to pause for breath.  Unlike the thing across from him, he's having a hell of a time getting his back.  "You're the one making this radiation field?"

"Yes."

"Any way you could turn it down?"

They say nothing, though Razlo feels suddenly that he's being studied very intently.  And shortly after, slowly, slowly the fire in his cells begins to go out, and he can spit the worst of the sourness off his tongue.  Eventually he can't feel any radiation left at all, though his body's had a rough enough time from the dose he got, he'll be getting the sickness out of his system for a while yet.

Regardless, Razlo’s fingers twitch against the triggers when he hears that mask rattle again, and his eyes are on it in an instant.

"You didn't answer my first question," Razlo reminds, cautiously.

More silence, for a while.

"You wanted to hurt me."

There's no malice in the statement, at least that Razlo can tell.  Just the simple facts.  Still, he narrows his eyes.

"You started it.  Figured it was mutual."

"That's true."

Razlo grins.

"So, what now?  Regrow my leg, and get back to not killing each other?"

"If you'd like to."

That gets a laugh out of him.

"Nah, I think I’ll pass, if it’s all the same to you.”

“It is.”

That much is obvious.  They stay put, seeming transfixed on watching Razlo’s leg grow back, only a little more slowly than any of his other injuries, now that he doesn’t have the radiation to slow him down.  It leaves him feeling itchy and achy all over, and he’s got a bad hunch that right ankle doesn’t have the best chances of coming back right.  Once there’s enough of it to fuss about, he gets his foot in his hands and starts experimentally rolling it on its hinge, checking that the range of motion is right.

And still, those orange lenses glint at him curiously.  They don’t flinch or look away when Razlo considers them in return; he guesses they don’t know it’s not polite to stare.

“What's yer name?"  Razlo asks.

"My name?"

"Don't tell me you ain't got one."

The silence that follows is pretty self-explanatory.

“I’m Razlo.”

He can just make out the sound of them mumbling his name under their breath, like they’re not sure how it’s going to come out.  Almost warmly, almost shyly, they manage to say: “hello, Razlo.”

#also you don't have to tell me their mask reminds you of tristamp zazie's everyone says that lmao #oc #oc: razlo's lil friend #razlo #razlo the tri punisher of death #livio #livio the double fang #cuz i've never read trimax chatting about lr n their lil friend just felt like the usual playing toys time of oc crossovers w friends lol #and for that reason i have not given any thought at all to them meeting any other characters jghkdjf #i figure i should probably post this now since i'm gonna be busy with the horror movie requests + halloween stuff for a while

[soulofapatrick]

Erasing Him - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: The aftermath of David if Y/N was in Ellie’s place - seeking comfort in Joel 

Words: 2k

Warning: mentions of attempted SA; naked but nothing sexual; seeking comfort

Y/N’s POV

I stand under the hot streams of water, body shaking uncontrollably as I keep replaying the events of the last few hours. Those dirty hands prying under my shirt and the musty body pressed over mine as he sneered gleefully as I screamed, but he got no further than my shirt due to a certain Joel Miller crashing through the doors and a very well aimed shot.

No matter how much I scrub I can’t get the feel of his filthy hands on my stomach and legs and the sob claws it’s way up my throat as I scrub and scrub. I must have made more sound than I realised because Joel’s gruff voice, filled with concern, pierces my cloud of panic.

I just let out a small sound, unable to unwrap my arms from where they’re now protectively wrapped around my shoulders.

“Do you need anything?” His voice is uncharacteristically soft and it’s just what I need. I need his strong and broad, naked body against mine. I need him replacing David’s filithy hands with his broad and calloused but safe ones.

"Join me," My voice is barely above a whisper but by the stuttered footsteps outside the shower curtain I know he heard me, "Please Joel."

He lets out a breath before I hear the soft plop of his shirt then the clang of his belt buckle hits the floor. It causes a wave of panic fly through before those safe and muscular arms wrap around my waist from behind. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in as his chest presses comfortingly again my back, letting him silently pry my hands from my shoulders where my nails were digging into my skin hard enough to draw blood.

Joel leans past me to grab the shampoo we took from Bill and Frank's that they had left us before they… Oh how fucked up is this world?! I can't stop the tears as I squeeze my eyes shut, my hands now wrapping around my waist as if to hold me together while Joel begins silently washing my hair. His every move is filled with comfort and something that's not quite love just yet but as near as damn it. He takes good care of me but I can still feel David on me and it makes me cry harder and almost gag.

Joel's arms cover mine when he's done washing my hair and that's the final straw that breaks the camel's back. My knees are giving way and I'm screaming sobs, Joel sinking us to the floor of the shower as he never once lets me go. He keeps me between his legs, holding me comfortingly as I let it all out. Losing Tess, my older sister, seeing Bill and Frank in their bed and then David.

"It- I-" I choke on my words, chest heaving and Joel just waits patiently, pressing a kiss to my wet hair, "I can still feel him."

"Do you trust me?" His deep voice is a pleasant sound in my ear as his beard brushes my neck. I don't speak but nod, letting him gently pull me to my feet.

He turns me to face him, eyes staying on my face like a gentleman, before he grabs the body wash. I slowly unwrap my arms from around my waist, letting him finally see the bruises and cuts left by that monster, and Joel exhales harshly before picking up the shower sponge. He takes his time cleaning me up, nothing sexual about any of his actions. The kisses he leaves on my tingling skin after every movement is everything except sexual. It's loving. It's safe.

Soon enough, too soon in my opinion, he's standing in front of me again with his arms around me and his face buried in my hair as the hot water prickles against our skin. I rest my head on his chest, over his heart just to know it's still beating and he's alive, my arms folded into my chest feeling so small and fragile but oh so safe. I don't want this moment to ever end. I want to just stand here and melt away in heat with Joel, in Joel's arms but the girl's downstairs.

"Ellie," I whisper against his chest and he lets out a sound of acknowledgement before slowly pulling away. He turns the water off and pulls back the curtain, stepping out to grab the towels. I take it but just stand there, watching Joel dry himself.

He's beautiful in the light of the setting sun. The way his broad muscles flex and buldge as he dried himself off, the sunset causing his freckles to glow almost etherally. His salt and pepper hair already drying into sweet curls and the way his hazel eyes glow almost golden as they settle on me. His gaze softens and those smile lines appear, his beard a darker colour than his hair but not far behind. I can't help it when my eyes slide down his firm chest, past his soft belly and past the happy trail to the heavy length settled between his thick thighs that has my eyes widening because he's big.

"Eyes up here Darlin'" His southern twang does things to me I'd never admit but in this moment it causes my eyes flick back up to his golden hazel ones that are shining with amusement and something else, "Let me just get dressed then I'll give you a hand, okay doll?"

I just nod, spotting more and more freckles scattered across his godly body as he slips back into his boxers and jeans. He forfeits a shirt as he makes his way over. Every movement towars me is gentle and full of something close to love and it's what I need right now.

Joel does the same as washing me, leaving sweet kisses on the areas he's dried before he's helping me into clean underwear and those tracksuit bottoms we found in the mall yesterday. He dries my hair the best he can before putting it in a bun and I make a mental note to ask him where he learnt to do it in the future. He then hold out his shirt from day, eyes not quite meeting mine as I take it, wincing as I slip my aching arms through it. He helps me button it up before leading me over to the king sized bed, tucking me in and pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead before leaving to check on Ellie

A few minutes letter the door bursts open and a familiar mess of red hair bounds in, slipping under the duvet with me and pressing her back to my chest. Ellie. My sweet, sweet Ellie.

I relish in the comfort of not being alone, knowing Joel's going to keep lookout even if it's not needed here, wrapping my arm around Ellie's waist and burying my face in the back of her neck. She's safe; she's real and she's here in my arms.

#joel miller x reader #joel #Joel miller #joel miller x y/n #Joel miller x male reader #the last of us #the last of us 2 #dating Joel miller #Joel miller fluff #Joel miller angst #joel miller x you #ellie williams

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Hi, congratulations on 2K! 🥳

Can I ask for HCs for Marc Spector in a Zombie Apocalypse AU? 👀

Marc Spector x f!reader

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of blood, weapons such as guns and blades, implied reader is younger, BUT OF AGE OKAY? Smut, p in v, nothing too crazy.

Thank you for participating babe <3 No mention of Steven or Jake in this one! I’m sorry :( Also, this isn’t very good Again, I’m sorry! But I did have fun, so there’s that!

NSFW (Idk how that happened, it wasn’t the original intention lmfao)

MDNI

Marc was built for the times 

Didn’t mean he enjoyed it

His time in the Marines proved useful, his instincts sharp and always ready for a fight, his skills with a gun and blade invaluable 

Comes home with blood on his hands almost every night

Lost count of the lives he’s taken, both human and zombie (didn’t matter anymore)

A lone wolf—survived the outbreak all on his own

That was the good thing about lacking loved ones, he had no one to worry about but himself

And he wanted to keep it that way

Or so he thought until you stumbled into his chaotic life 

It was an accident, really

You broke in through the window of his flat in the dead of night, your old chucks squeaking against the worn-out wooden floor

He had a blade to your neck within seconds, the sharpened edge pressed firmly against your delicate skin

“Who the fuck are you? How’d you get up here?” He spat, grabbing your frayed t-shirt caught in his fist by the neckline

How you managed to climb the fire escape up six flights without making a sound was beyond him

“Wait, wait, wait, I’m sorry, I thought this place was abandoned and I needed to get away.” You pleaded, your eyes wide and your hands curling around his wrist in an attempt to loosen his hold.

Marc grunted, shoving you to the side.

“Get out.”

“Sure, can that wait till morning?”

“No.” The last thing he needed was a liability. 

“Please,” you begged, “they’re everywhere tonight. Just-just let me leave in the morning, they hate sunlight, you should know this. I promise I’ll be gone.”

He could’ve said no, should’ve. Something about your eyes stopped him. You were a young thing to him, a pretty girl with pretty eyes that spoke volumes

You’ve suffered just as he had

“I want you gone by sunrise, got it?” He bristled, pointing his blade at you, “And I better not catch you here again.”

“Got it.”

But when did things ever go as planned? 

You were back again and again and again.

You traded food and in return, he provided you with simple weapons he’d put together—a tiny blade, an old wine opener, a shitty pistol. 

That led to you crashing over his flat.

That was two years ago, and now, you were stuck to Marc like glue

But you weren’t useless. You were extremely stealthy, a good trapper, always bringing food home for dinner. Sometimes it wasn’t much—a simple trout or a small squirrel to fill your bellies till the next time you fetched a meal, but it was enough 

Marc never said it, but he was glad you had stumbled into his flat those years ago

Too stubborn to admit you were a welcomed companion 

Even more stubborn to admit he was falling for you

But that didn’t matter. The world was fucked and there wasn’t any time for that

One day you’d gone out to check your squirrel traps at the park (really, it was a forest now) not far from the flat.

Marc accompanied you as usual, seeing as he was the protector.

He’d gotten distracted. Found a Zippo lighter tossed carelessly over the grass. Still had oil in it.

It’d been so quick he almost missed it. Some guy had you pressed up against a tree, his thick hand wrapped around your throat as he lifted you up with ease.

Marc saw red.

Immediately grabbed his gun from the back pocket of his worn denim, aimed, and fired.

He never missed a shot. 

The only thing he could really recall from that day was the fear in your eyes, the red splattered over your pretty face.

“Could’ve been worse,” you chuckled shakily, wiping your face free of blood, “could’ve been a nightcrawler, right?”

Marc didn’t laugh

He shoved the dead man away from you, grabbing you in a tight hug

You hugged him back, burying your face in his chest, your body trembling like a leaf in his arms

God, he was falling for you and there was definitely no time for it

But you made the time

One night you kissed him, soft and sweet, unlike anything he’d felt in a long time

You were pressed up against him, savoring his warmth in the chill of the flat

He returned it eagerly, unaware of how touch-starved he’d been, his fingers pawing at every part of you he could

Marc fucked you that night, nice and slow on his old bed, his dark curls drenched in sweat despite the cold

“You feel so good.” He whispered in your ear as you whimpered, coating his length in your juices.

“M-Marc, feel s-so full,” you moaned as you held him close, his thrusts growing sloppier the closer he got 

You came, gushing over him with a silent cry. He followed not long after, pulling out from your pulsating cunt and spilling over the bare skin of your abdomen

He surged forward to kiss you, tongue tangling with yours as your fingers weaved through his sweat-slick hair

Your eyes, always so pretty, pulled at his heartstrings, just as they did the first time he met you

And he was never gonna let you go

#caro's 2k #moon knight #marc spector #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #moon knight fanfic #mutuals 💟

[chaotic-on-main]

Dandelions | CanonAU One-Shot

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ friends to lovers, first date, love confessions, just pure unadulterated FLUFF

☾ A/N ➼ I'm gonna have to start a separate thing for my song fics I s2g. The amount of songs I have written down to write fics about is insane. Anyways, this is actually a little fic I wrote for @humanitys-strongest-bamf because she said she really wanted a flower date written for her. I kinda took that idea as well as the inspiration from Ruth B's song Dandelions (attached below) AND I forgot Kat had also sent me a prompt request awhile back so this also fulfills that lmao. I hope y'all enjoy!! I've listened to this song for days on repeat so I hope I have captured it well.

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2k

It had only taken a couple months for the pure titans to be disposed of, thanks to the efforts of the scouts. This eradication is the reason why you find yourself sneaking off for another lone ride before dusk falls. The hard part wasn’t getting your horse or permission to go outside the walls, it was trying to get out without too many questions from your fellow cadets. You didn’t know how to tell them this was your way of escaping from them and everything else that came crashing since the battle of Shiganshina.

“Oi oi oi! Where do you think you’re going?” A deep voice rings out behind you as you’re saddling up. You feel your heart jump with your body. You take a deep breath to steady yourself before turning around to face a stern Captain Levi.

“Just a little ride before dinner tonight, Levi. I already got the okay.” He eyes you wearily.

“By yourself?” He crosses his arms.

“Yes, by myself. It’s not like we have any threats out there anymore.” You roll your eyes, smile now fading, before turning back around to tighten straps.

“People can be just as dangerous.” He gripes back. You feel his eyes burning holes in your head.

“Sounds like someone is worried about me.”

“Of course, I’m worried. Who knows what trouble you’ll get yourself into.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Tch, I trust you.” His words make you grin, but you quickly wipe it off your face before turning back around once you’re satisfied with your gear. You stare at him for a moment, his eyes meeting yours a second later.

“I’ll be back. I promise.” You say softly as you grip your reins tightly ready to lead your horse out of the stables.

“Just be careful.” He mutters, stepping aside to give you space to leave. His words make your heart jump again. Your eyes linger on each other as you walk past, a quick nod shared between the two of you as a goodbye.

On today's ride, you decide to aim for a bundle of trees sitting at the base of a small mountain to the west of the southern gate that you had noticed a while back. A couple hours pass before your destination comes into view. By your estimate, you had about an hour before being forced to head back lest you be surrounded by darkness.

You stare into the thick trees as you hand feed a treat to your tied off horse, an abrupt nip at your fingers alerting you to your now treat-less palm. A small laugh escapes your lips as you pat her nose reassuringly.

"I'll be back, okay? Don't go anywhere." You whisper up at her wide eyes. She bids you goodbye with another nip.

As you make your way through the overgrown shrubbery and gangly trees, you can't help but feel excitement for what might be on the other side. Looking up, you use a hand to half cover your eyes from the late afternoon sun filtering in between the leafy branches. Bird song weaves through the now thickening trees and into your ears. You softly whistle the song back as your fingers fumble with the latches on your waist. After a moment, the sketchbook you currently use as a guidebook is free from its confines. As always with every expedition you've ever been on, you are ready to document anything you see and hear.

It takes several more minutes before you finally stumble into a clearing. Whatever you had expected to find, it was leagues under from your current display. A meadow, far grander than anything you've ever seen, expands in an oval in front of you. Trees surround the whole area tall and strong, like knights in a line of defense. A small stream cuts through diagonally, telling stories with its gentle babble. You step deeper into it all with your eyes as wide as can be, soaking in this picture-perfect moment.

Looking down as you walk, your eyes become overwhelmed with the multitude of colors peppering your vision. Flowers of various sizes and lengths shift in the breeze as you walk by and something in you warms. Your eyes catch something that makes you stop abruptly.

“Oh wow.” You whisper as you slide down to your hands and knees so that you are eye level with a particular looking plant that didn’t very much look like a flower at all. The stem is brown, an odd color, you think, but it looked like a normal stem at least. The top however, where the petals would be, was soft and… furry? You reach out and lightly touch it. Much to your surprise, some of the fuzzy bits detach and fly off into the wind. A burst of laughter escapes from your chest and a memory stirs within you at the sight.

Armin had talked to you about these plants - dandelions. According to him, if you blow on the white bits to make them scatter and make a wish at the same time, it will come true. It was so silly, you think, but really what could it hurt? People wish on shooting stars all the time - this would be no different.

It takes you a moment, but you find a dandelion perfect for the wish you had in mind. You decide to plop yourself into the plush grass next to the creek, flower in hand. You feel a rush of heat sear your cheeks at not only what you were about to do but also what you were about to wish for. After making sure you were alone with a quick survey around, you sit forward and stare hard at the white fuzz. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath.

“I wish for Levi to be mine.” Then blow.

.

Levi calls your name from behind, snapping you out of your anxious thoughts for a moment. You pull back on your reins until Levi can fall into step with you. When you glance over, he arches an eyebrow at you with a silent question of, "Where are we going?" He must have noticed your change in course, now heading west instead of straight south. To be honest, you wouldn’t have even noticed that you had shifted directions if Levi hadn’t said anything. This ride has become second nature to you. After your initial discovery, the meadow quickly became your fortress of solitude and you found yourself coming back again and again without thinking about it.

After weeks of patiently waiting, an opportunity to team up with Levi to check out the port construction progression finally came. Whether that came from luck or your constant pestering to Commander Hange, you didn't know. Regardless, you were both nervous and excited to finally share your most prized secret with Levi no less. All you give him in return for his silent question is a simple, "Trust me." before squeezing your thighs together then galloping off, leaving your captain in the dust.

The sun bares straight down by the time you and Levi make it to your makeshift hitching post just outside your favored path. On the ground next to it sits a half bucket of water and you give yourself a mental reminder to fill it the next time you’re here. Levi doesn't say anything as he ties off his horse, mirroring your movements with deft fingers. Nor does he say anything as you pull off the basket you had tied onto your saddle so long ago hidden with goodies you packed the night before. He still doesn't say anything as he follows you on the beaten path you’ve made from your many visits. Levi's silence was normal, and yet…

"Aren't you going to ask where I'm taking you? I could be leading you to your death, you know." You glance back at Levi, eyes locking on each other. His expression might be unreadable to most, but to you there was a subtle bliss written all over his face. You shoot him a smile while you wait for his answer.

"You asked me to trust you. So I'm trusting you. Besides, you can't take me on your own. You got a death wish?" He grumbles back to you.

"Who said I was alone?" You quip as you twist back around to watch where you were going, swinging the basket in your hands as you walk. Levi scoffs behind you. A comfortable silence blankets the both of you yet again.

It takes a bit but finally the clearing comes into view and those anxious thoughts start clouding your mind again. What if he thinks this is a waste of time? What if he thinks you're ridiculous for this? What if he doesn't share the same feelings for you as you do for him? Levi calls your name again to get your attention. God, you loved how he said your name.

Your eyes focus just as you step through with Levi in tandem. There's a gentle wind today; it blows through the multi-colored meadow in a way that makes the flowers look like they're dancing. The breeze is even soft enough that your favored dandelions stay intact, not a single seed threatens to blow away.

"Is this where you’ve been escaping to?"

"You notice?" You glance his way nervously. As usual, he has no significant emotion on his face, but to say he was emotionless would be a lie. His eyes shift from the babbling creek to the colorful field and then onto your face, eyes soft. The way he looks at you, it makes a part of you feel so alive and free.

"Sometimes." His comment makes you look away, a flush of heat already nipping at your cheeks.

"I-uh, I wanna show you something." You set off deeper into the meadow without checking to see if he’s following.

A moment later, you come upon the spot you had surveyed a couple days in advance, perfect for what you had in mind. In a swift motion, you pull out a blanket from the basket hanging from your arm and splay it on the ground. Once settled, you plop yourself down on the cloth to keep it from flying away. When you look up, Levi’s staring at you incredulously.

“Is this a date?” he asks dryly.

“Do you want it to be?” You ask, patting the empty spot next to you as you do. He hesitantly sits down next to you, unsure of what to do with his body but eventually settles on sitting crisscross like you. He stares over at you, a little bit of shock cracking through his still features. “Levi, I’m kidding. It doesn’t have to be. I just wanted to show you my favorite spot.” You mutter over to him, rolling your eyes. You swallow down your nerves. Maybe he isn’t as interested in you as you had hoped. As you start to unpack the basket of the lunch rations you had stowed away, he speaks up softly.

“I wouldn’t mind. It being a date, I mean.” His voice stays monotone, but his words make you double-take at him. Levi is flushed pink, starting from his neck then ending at the tips of his ears. A wide grin breaks out on your face as you finally comprehend what he just said.

“Really? Because this would have been so embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same way. I mean, I would have had to run away and start a new life somewhere else. When I talked to Mikasa about this, she was all ‘love like this only happens once in a lifetime.’ and it made me think that you might actually be the love of mi-“ You’re cut off by Levi’s nimble fingers pulling your chin in his direction, his face a lot closer than you remembered it being. He whispers your name again.

“Shut up.” And then his lips are on yours, soft and tender. You don’t remember much after that, but you do know that whatever they said about wishing on dandelions had to be true. And you couldn’t wait to wish upon many more in the meadow now shared between you and Levi.

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[1dmonthlyficroundup]

— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for October 2023! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Fly To You by @babyhoneyheslt [G, 1k, Louis/Harry]

On the way to their honeymoon, Harry and Louis find out the pilot is ill. With Louis being a pilot, he offers to fly the plane there, and it turns out to make the start of their honeymoon extra special.

＊ Forgotten Kingdom by @babyhoneyheslt [G, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Louis had always loved ruined cities and had always been obsessed with Glyswing Kingdom, a city that many believed to be a myth. Moving into his grandparents house for renovations, he never expected to find what could be the long forgotten kingdom. Part 1 of The Secret City

＊Castles Crumbling Down by @babyhoneyheslt [G, 1k, Louis/Harry]

With Harry freed, the kingdom crumbled down around them, prompting a quick escape. Part 2 of The Secret City

＊ The Tower by @babyhoneyheslt [G, 4k, Harry/Louis]

There's something strange going on in Heaven.

Bored Angel Harry can't help but investigate. Part 1 of Devil’s In The Detail

＊ The Fool by @babyhoneyheslt [G, 4k, Louis/Harry]

After making a deal with the devil, Harry has to forge a new life for himself alongside Louis on Earth. Part 2 of Devil’s In The Detail

＊ The Devil by @babyhoneyheslt [M, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Harry has grown to love being on earth, but his absence in heaven and the company he keeps, hasn't gone unnoticed. Part 3 of Devil’s In The Detail

＊ Cold Spring by @nouies [E, 8k, Louis/Pedro Pascal]

Life went on as normal at Cold Spring Café. Sam’s scribbles remained indiscernible, Jake persisted on his idea of getting more pots for the shop, and Pedro…Pedro continued coming to drink his moderately-caffeinated americano, to write furiously in that notebook of his, and to captivate Louis to no end.

or…Louis is a coffee shop owner and Pedro is his newest customer.

＊ Lips so good I forget my name by @enchantedlandcoffee [E, 828 words, Louis/Harry]

Harry hummed in contemplation as he moved to palm himself through his briefs, "Do you think you've deserved it, Lou? Hmm?" At Louis' sound of protest, Harry swiftly moved the microphone back to the older man's mouth causing him to moan as he wrapped his lips around it again. "Because I don't think you have. I think you love your microphone too much to suck on anything else." Harry's words elicited a moan from Louis as his hips bucked up instinctively.

Or Louis needs to give up control in the bedroom sometimes, until he doesn't.

＊ Tied Up Like Two Ships by @enchantedlandcoffee [T, 2k, Harry/Louis]

"His crew boarded our ship and took a few of us hostage. Um, myself, Liam, Louis, Tabby, and a few others. Then they- uh- they, um…"

"They started stealing our most valuable possessions on board: heirlooms, jewels, weapons. And then," Zayn continued on from Liam, "then the cannons started. The first shot hit the side closest to the berth, where most of the crew were sleeping, and the second was aimed directly at the Captain’s Quarters. We- uh, we lost fifteen of the crew then, and then, uh, then ten shortly after."

OR Captain Styles wakes up to find his rival and old friend, Captain Tomlinson, aboard his ship. Part 1 of You Make Me Strong

＊ two languages, one love by @nouies [NR, 3k, Louis/Cillian Murphy]

The three times Louis speaks to Cillian in Spanish, and the one time he finally gets a response.

＊ a cycle of recycled revenge by brokenbeaks / @broken-beaks [E, 103k, Harry/Louis]

Foxburgh, England, 1983.

In the heat of summer, wreathed by pastures, rolling knolls, and thatched-roof cottages, Louis takes on a new job: caretaking for a recently blinded man named Harry. As it begins, what seems like a simple task turns into a quest that costs him every last bit of his pride and tolerance. Harry is, in practice, a two-legged curse. And Louis is just gonna have to put up with it.

Or: The one where Harry likes to infuriate Louis almost as much as he enjoys straddling his lap.

＊ the blue never-ending sky by @justanothershadeofblue [T, 3k, Louis/Harry]

“What do you suppose it’s like?”

Harry’s voice was dreamy, barely audible from where Louis lay on his back on the off-white carpet of Harry’s bedroom.

“Arizona?” Louis asked, and Harry made an affirmative noise from his position on top of his twin bed. “Wouldn’t know, would I?” Louis jerked his head at the window, dripping with mid-February rain. It was a useless gesture - Harry was busy staring at the ceiling. “On account of being British and all.”

“I bet it’s beautiful,” Harry said, and his voice sounded like he was already gone.

＊ all of my demons are wallflowers watching us by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Harry slides his hands into his pockets, feeling the comforting padding of the thick diaper he’s wearing under his jeans. He’s avoided haunted houses for years; his weak bladder and nervous disposition meaning that they often resulted in mortification. But since he started dating Louis – and since they discovered that Louis actually quite enjoys his weak bladder – well. Some of the calculus has changed.

＊ The Freak called ‘Jezebel’ by sweetkalachuchi / @neverforpickles [M, 8k, Louis/Harry]

“Zayn!” Harry said the moment he got inside the room, his voice loud and clear as it touched the four walls of the room. His voice bellowing and ricocheting on their own without Harry raising his voice.

Without hesitation, from where he’s sat in the sole incredibly detailed piece of architecture in the whole room, Harry calmly said, “I am going for a vacation.”

Or, the Devil decided to go for a vacation and met his soulmate instead.

＊ could start a cult by @nouies [E, 8k, Harry/Louis]

He lowers down the top that Louis is wearing, successfully unclasping his nursing bra as well, letting Louis’ tits bounce at the sudden movement. Harry massages both breasts to stimulate the milk flow, and he can feel his cock hardening inside his pants.

or...Harry can’t get enough of Louis’ breast milk.

＊ I Want Adventure In The Great Wide Somewhere by @rockstarlwt28 [G, Louis/Harry]

Harry surprises Louis with a little Age Regression gift in support of his gender fluidity.

＊ Wearing You Like Clothes by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [E, 5k, Harry/Louis]

Louis rushes over to his door and hopes against hope that maybe he got lucky and it didn’t lock this time. He jiggles the handle, but no dice.

Louis groans. Great, so he’s locked out and it’s after hours so his landlord will be difficult to reach. He does have a spare key, but it’s with his best mate Niall, who is conveniently out of town this weekend.

And it’s not like Louis can go anywhere to ask for help.

Not when he’s only wearing knickers.

(Or the one where Omega Louis accidentally locks himself out of his flat in only his underwear. Embarrassingly help comes in the form of Harry, the beautiful Alpha that lives down the hall. It turns out alright in the end).

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[kaiisers]

OTHERS ꒰ mix ꒱

꒰ buddy daddies ⸱ fairy tail ⸱ free! ⸱ fruits basket ⸱ kuroko no basket (soon!) ⸱ spyxfamily ⸱ trigun stampede ꒱

none of the following works belong to me. credits to rightful authors. contains mature content, aimed for +18 audiences. reader discretion is advised. most of these works are f! or afab! reader. ALSO! minors + blank + ageless blogs will be blocked.

⿻ last updated: may. 01, ‘23

babying kink. ──── enji, thoma, itto, kaeya, ushijima

crème de la crème. ── completed ── 19.6k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ College AU where the boys are transfers from Japan and you’re their English tutor.

cw. MHA & Free! Iwatobi Swim Club Crossover. KiriKami, RinHaru, and KamiHaru dynamics, reader takes Haru’s virginity, unprotected sex with multiple partners, orgy, double penetration, slight angst, mentions of masturbation and aftercare, public groping, grinding, spanking, exhibitionism, a little voyeurism, slight corruption undertones between reader and Haru, fingering (anal & vaginal), oral (m & f receiving), face fucking, creampie, cum shot, anal sex, anal creampie, use of nicknames (baby, babygirl, good girl, princess, gorgeous, sweetheart)

need to know. ──── ukai, keigo

cw. fem!reader, dilf!ukai, coach!keigo, threesome, manhandling, throat fucking, tag team oral, black coded, sweet / nasty talk, headcannons?, impact play, overstimulation, edging, choking, unedited.

untitled. ── shigaraki, gyuutaro ── 2k

cw. Cockwarming, slight overstim, oral (reader receiving), slight nipple play, masturbation mention, panty theft mention, finger sucking (Gyuutaro to tomura), reader is kinda bratty about Tomuras attention

𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒

meeting his daughter. ──── rei, kazuki

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ SUWA REI

gold rush. ──── 1.5k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Rei Suwa some how accepted advent of Miri in his life, had made peace with the presence of his partner, Kazuki long before Miri walked into their life. He was not willing to do it anymore, not under any circumstances but hearts does not align with our minds, does it now?

cw. undertones of fluff cuz i love miri, f!reader ( s!her pronouns ), canon typical violence, death, murder, profanity, mention of smoking, alcohol, sexual tension, mutual pinning,rei is so fvcking oblivious that I wanna bang my head on a pillow. characters include :: Kazuki Kurusu, Kyutaro Kugi, Miri Unasaka, Anna Hanyu.

pay attention to me!

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you hope rei doesn’t expect you to just watch him play games all day, you’ll have him wanting to watch you instead.

cw. f!reader, thigh-riding while he’s gaming

tub time. ──── 1.9k

cw. fluff, smut, fem!reader, Rei’s first time, Praise kink, 18+ only

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Spicy time in a tub

you can take it. ──── 2k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟you have to take out your frustration of losing a video game somehow, and rei just so happens to have you sitting on his cock begging for him.

cw. fem reader, cockwarming, degradation, dumbification, overstimulation, creampie

𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋

short s/o. ──── natsu, gray

cw. gn!reader, fluff, crack

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ NATSU DRAGNEEL

accidentally hurting you.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ natsu accidentally injures you during a job

cw. gn!reader, one or two curse words, angst + bit of fluff

a knight’s first kiss.

cw. Natsu Dragneel x f!reader, SFW, fluff, suggestive behaviour, cute adorable interactions, knight AU, Natsu is simply delicious, first kiss, mentions of arranged marriages

period pains.

cw. 18+ there's no smut but it is suggestive, tw for periods, sickness, and medical issues

pride.

cw. boxer!natsu x gn!reader, modern au, sfw

general nsfw headcanons. ──── 716

cw. afab gn reader, overstimulation

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄!

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ MATSUOKA RIN

all his. ──── 679

cw. fem!reader. dark content, pseudo incest, face riding, oral (f. receiving), veeeery slight edging

sweatshirt. ──── 0.9k

cw. gn reader, fluff, reader is implied to be smaller than rin

untitled.

cw. sub!afab!reader x rin matsuoka / biting + marking / dry humping / he calls u “baby”

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ TACHIBANA MAKOTO

cuter.

cw. breeding

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ SŌMA HATORI

heart-thumping, car-bumping. ──── 1.5k

cw. fem!reader smut, hatori picks you up from work and you can’t stop staring at him in the car, he pulls over in an abandoned parking lot and you guys fuck. hatori calls you baby. short and sweet. safe sex w condom

𝐒𝐏𝐘𝐗𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ LOID FORGER

license to kill. ──── 4.3k

hired by an anonymous to kill a CEO, the job becomes more complicated than expected when your target turns out to be a tough-skinned man who may also be hiding a secret that could compromise your mission

cw. undercover spy!loid forger x assassin f!reader. action, romance, smut. oral, body worship, creampie, mating press, office sex, praise, pet names (princess, angel), gun play, fingering

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐄

bounty. ── vash & nicholas ── 1.4k

cw. vash/f!reader/wolfwood (trigun stampede) 1.4k, poly!au, wild west!au even tho it's hard to tell in a fic this short lol, bounty hunters, this is an equilateral triangle of a relationship, fluff but suggestive, wolfwood calls reader 'kid' as a petname

bliss. ── vash & Nicholas ── 3k

cw. poly!au, wild west!au, bounty hunters, smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, masturbation (m), cum eating, finger sucking, wolfwood calls reader 'kid' as a petname, there will be a part 3 where nico gets his moment i promise!

thoughts. ──── vash, nicholas

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ just some thots about the trigun boys enjoy <333

cw. gender neutral! reader, mentions of sm*king, praise, oral, I think I forgot smth but we die like men ig

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ VASH THE STAMPEDE

first. ──── 2.1k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ vash has never fallen in love—not before you, that is.

cw. mutual pining, slightly jealous vash (of nicholas), confessions, fluff

bittersweet. ──── 7k

cw. heavy on the wild wild west core here, light angst, smut, fingering, needy vanilla sex, domesticity, mentions of alcohol/alcoholism, boot-throwing related violence. 18+ NSFW MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

this is wrong, right?

cw. male masturbation (vash), imagined sex?? (basically vash gets off thinking about reader), reader has tits and a vagina, voyerism (kinda)

scars. ──── 0.7k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you wonder how vash smiles so easily with all his scars, and he shows you

cw. fluff, mentions of scars

vash is sweet.

cw. n/sfw, mdni, bf!vash x afab!reader, oral (afab!receiving), marking

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ NICHOLAS WOLFWOOD

flustering wolfwood.

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ MILLION KNIVES ⸱ NAI

human.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ nai can’t bring himself to hate you—until you almost make him feel human, that is.

cw. gn! reader, slightly suggestive but also not rly, fluff if you squint but also idk if it’s rly fluff, kissing and all that good stuff lolz

#⨳ 𓏲˖ 📓 ˖ ࣪ recs archive ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆. #🖇️ ˑ ִ ֗ other ! #🖇️ ˑ ִ ֗ buddy daddies ! #🖇️ ˑ ִ ֗ free ! #🖇️ ˑ ִ ֗ spyxfamily ! #🖇️ ˑ ִ ֗ trigun ! #sxf x reader #loid forger #sxf loid #loid x reader #free! x reader #rin x reader #matsuoka rin #fruits basket #hatori sohma #hatori x reader

[late-to-the-party-81]

To sleep, perchance to dream

AN: And here we are - 30th October, the penultimate day of Kinktober. And it wouldn't be me if I didn't go slightly off piste and go with niche character, or in this case, characters. I hope you enjoy!

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Grouping: Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom

CW: Somnophilia, Tentacle (well tendril) sex, CNC, kink negotiations, exophilia, throuple, banter, explicit sexual content 

Word count: 2k

You knew when you broached the subject how they’d react; Eddie with concern and some trepidation, and Venom with outright glee and enthusiasm.

“Are you going to sleep now, Bean? How long until I…we can start?”

He coiled around your body, squeezing you gently, his eyes large, his mouth wide. You brought your hand to your mouth to cover your giggle. The symbiote really was adorable sometimes, reminding you of a large puppy, or a toddler, in how he latched onto a fun idea and wouldn’t let go.

“Slow down V. We have to all be in on this idea - comfortable with it.”  As you turned your attention to Eddie you were aware of Venom’s head resting on top of yours, no doubt his gaze aimed heavily at his host.

“So, what do you say,baby? Up for something a bit…risque? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Poor Eddie looked a little flustered, although he often did anyway, and you worried for a moment that this idea of yours went a bit too far for him. However, there was a flush creeping up his neck, and if you weren’t mistaken, his sweatpants looked a little…tented. You tried not to smile. He was definitely in, he just wanted to take some time to think it through before saying yes.

“I…well, I just want to make sure that you’ve thought it through, cos we… I don’t want to hurt you.”

He gave you a wan smile and you felt your heart trip. 

Venom swung around, his head hovering between you, his annoyance palpable.

“I do not want to hurt our little Cocoa Bean either. I am not stupid, Eddie…”

You cupped Venom’s face, turning him back towards you.

“No-one is calling to you stupid, V. Are they, Eddie!”

You shot a pointed look at you human boyfriend who shook his head and waved his hands.

“No, nope. No stupid people… aliens… here.”

With that little speed bump smoothed over, you continued your conversation with Eddie.

“I trust you. I trust both of you. I wouldn’t be here at all if I didn’t. And…” You smiled at them both in turn. “It could be really fun. You in Eddie?”

He smiled back, drawing you closer to sit in his lap and Venom coiled himself around the pair of you.

“I’m in, sweetheart. If you want it, I’ll do it. And you’re right, it could be fun.

“Hooray! Eddie doesn’t suck!”

“V, be nice.”

You’d organised your plan for a few days later; a Friday night so you’d have the whole weekend to recover and decompress.

Eddie and you had had a few more discussions about what was to come, V getting very grumbly when you had to calm down his exuberance. But you were excited, and you knew Eddie was as well.

Coming out of the bathroom, dressed in a lacey negligée, that barely concealed any of your body, you smiled coyly at your partners, who were hovering in the doorway. Sashaying across the room, you perched on the side of the bed, swallowing down the two tablets you’d placed on the bedside table earlier.

“Come lay with me, you two.”

You opened your arms, welcoming them to you. Eddie had on a pair of black briefs, that snuggly hugged his hips. You lay down, Eddie’s head against your breast and Venom’s disembodied head resting on your stomach.

“It’ll take about 30 mins. And you don’t have to start straight away.”

“But we want to!”

You chuckled, Venom’s head bouncing as you did.

“I will wake up eventually, you know, if it gets to a certain level of, umm, roughness.”

Venom just grinned at you, saliva dripping from his fangs, in a look that would have been terrifying if you didn’t know him, didn’t understand his intent.

You yawned, the tablets starting to take effect, and you snuggled down into the mattress. Eddie’s voice rumbled deeply across your chest.

“And you’re still happy to go ahead, sweetheart?”

“Totally green, baby. Totally green.”

Forty mins later and you were fast asleep, your entire body relaxed in a chemically assisted slumber. Eddie looked down at you, his excitement warring with his trepidation. You wanted this. You were happy for him and V to do this to you. And the idea, well he (and V, obviously) had already jacked off in the shower more than a handful of times in the last few days just thinking about it.

“Stop being a pussy, Eddie. Our Bean is asleep now, look!”

A tendril erupted from Eddie’s body and shoved at you. You just rocked from the momentum, snuffled a bit and went back to your quiet snores.

“V! Don’t do that!”

“But I was showing you. We can start!”

Eddie rolled his eyes as Venom licked his lips.

“I know you want to Eddie….your cock is awake!”

“Fuck’s sake.” He blew out a shaky breath. “Okay. Okay. Just like normal. She’s just asleep.”

He reached out, and placed his hand on your calf. He marvelled at the softness of your skin. You’d gone all out for this fantasy, and realising that made his cock chub up more. When he slid his hand up, over your knee to your thigh, and you didn’t stir, his touch became bolder. His other hand found your other leg, and he rubbed up and down, massaging your lush flesh.

One of Venom’s tendrils appeared next to Eddie’s hand, wrapping around your thigh, snake like, creeping up towards the small lace panties you had on under the negligée. A second tendril travelled up your body, over the sheer fabric to curl over and around your breast, the tip of it over your nipple. The tendril rippled, rhythmically, and a small breathy sigh left your mouth.

Venom sniffed the air and grinned at Eddie.

“Bean likes it. She is leaking. It smells good. When do I get to taste?”

“Take it slow, you parasite. Jeez.”

“Do not call me that, Eddie. If Bean were not here I would…”

“Yeah, yeah, you big baby. It’s just that we’ve got all night. Don’t be so impatient.”

Eddie’s hands moved higher and he leant forward, pressing his lips to the skin just above the swell of your breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”

He knew you couldn’t hear him, but he was used to talking to you in bed; it would have felt weirder not to.

“Can’t believe you’re letting us do this. I wonder when you’ll wake up. What will be the thing that pulls you from your slumber?”

He sealed his mouth over the breast that Venom wasn’t massaging, sucking at it, gauzy lace and all, flicking his tongue over your nipple. You sighed again, and your legs shifted, moving further apart.

“I am going to remove Bean’s underthings. I want to taste her.”

From the corner of his eye, Eddie saw Venom’s tendrils grip the waistband of your panties, and with a tug, rip them from your body.

“Careful! She paid good money for this outfit.”

“I will buy her another one”

“You don’t have any money, idiot. How are you going to do that?”

“I am not an idiot. I will just eat someone who does have money, and use theirs.”

“Eating people is not the solution to every problem, you know.”

“It might be.”

Shaking his head, Eddie decided to return to worshipping your body. He moved to your other breast, now released by Venom, and the symbiote wrapped himself around your prone legs, lifting them and holding them wide so he had full access to your pussy. 

Eddie heard Venom growl and glanced down to see his long tongue worming its way between your legs. Even in a deep sleep you reacted to the slick intrusion, your hips jerking and your mouth letting out a deep moan. Venom pulled back with a grin.

“She’s so sweet, Eddie. Come, taste.”

Eddie moved down your body, slipping between your thighs and burying his head in between them, his tongue tracing a similar, if not so deep, path. He groaned as he tasted you. He wasn’t surprised when he felt Venom’s tongue sliding in beside his own, felt Venom’s touch caressing his skin. They worked in tandem, gently coaxing the pleasure from your body. Your breathing increased, letting out small gasps in your sleep, until your body trembled and the pair felt you gush onto them.

Venom withdrew his tongue, and, manifesting more tendrils, worked to pull Eddie’s brief’s from his body.

“Fuck her, Eddie. She wants it. Want’s us!”

Eddie repositioned himself, leaning over your body, taking in the slight sheen of sweat on your skin. With Venom holding your lower body aloft, it was easy for him to sink into the warm clutch of your pussy.

“Oh, fuck!”

Your body was relaxed and welcomed him easily. He started off with slow, firm strokes, wanting to enjoy this as much as he could before you inevitably woke. He watched Venom’s tendrils cover you more; coiling around your stomach, and your breasts. Sliding down under your ass. 

Even if Eddie hadn’t heard the small whimper leave your lips, signalling that Venom had wormed his way into your tight hole, he’d have known it by the way he could feel the roiling tendrils press up against his cock through the thin wall separating them.

“V! Shit! Jesus!”

Your moans were becoming louder, your movements more pronounced and both Eddie and Venom knew you’d wake soon. Eddie’s thrusting lost rhythm momentarily when he felt Venom wrapping around his hips, trailing lower and he looked down to see inky blackness cockscrewing around his cock as it moved in and out of you. Venom squeezed, but before Eddie could utter a sound, his long tongue curled into his host’s mouth.

This was the image you woke to, a delirious Eddie rutting into you, Venom invading his mouth and a writhing fullness in your ass. A guttural moan had barely left your lips before a tendril pushed between them, gagging you, overstimulating you.

Your orgasm wracked your body, the muscles in your pussy and ass spasming, squeezing down hard on the intrusions. You squirted, covering your lovers in your spend. Venom pulled himself for your and Eddie’s mouths, allowing the latter to lean over you, and press his lips to yours. As your tongues tangled and your hands grabbed Eddie’s short hair, you felt Venom slipping his tongue into your mouth, a sloppy three-way kiss - he didn’t like being left out.

You could also feel Venom rippling around Eddie’s cock inside you, and you weren’t surprised when a few moments later Eddie let out a deep growl, filling you with his cum.

He dropped to the bed next to you, looking fucked out and sweaty. Slowly and gently, Venom retracted his tendrils from their hold on and in your body. He licked them, making appreciative noises, before they retreated back into Eddie’s body.

Your head was fuzzy, the sleeping tablets still trying to coax your body into their embrace.

“Woah!” Next to you, Eddie snorted. 

“Woah, indeed. You feeling okay, sweetheart?”

Not sure you could string a coherent sentence together, you nodded and then turned your body into Eddie’s, nuzzling in close. Feeling a butting at you hand, you lifted your arm to let Venom slip under it, joining the group hug.

“Was great. Sleep now.”

“You are going back to sleep, Bean? Does that mean you want to do it again?”

“No, you idiot. She means actual, real sleep. All of us.”

“I… am… not… an idiot!”

“Well stop acting like one.”

As Eddie and Venom continued to bicker, you allowed a soft smile to spread across your face and let yourself fall back to sleep; part of the strangest throuple ever.

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[lostdrarryfics]

THE BIG FIND 2023: Day 8

The Big Find is a 10-day long Drarry fic-finding marathon to celebrate the blog’s anniversary. Below is the Day 8 compilation of lost fics, both old and new, that we’ve been unable to find. Our aim is to get as much attention to these lost fics as possible, to help people finally find their missing fics! Anyone can participate by reblogging, reading through each list, providing additional fic details, and informing us the title, author, or link of a fic, and their respective number in the comment section. Happy finding!

8.1 Draco really liked Harry but Harry kinda liked Ron I guess. Draco guessed it by saying “You love him (Ron), don’t you?” to Harry and he said yes (I’m sorry if it’s not right). It’s TopDraco and BottomHarry. Harry only called when he wanted sex with Draco. Draco kinda got fed up so he asked why is he like that. Draco decided whatever between them has to stop but Harry disagreed. Angst, a lot of angst and written in Draco’s POV and still on going last time I checked on AO3.

8.2 This fic is not about church I think, and I could not find it on ao3 by the ‘church’ tag definitely, however, I remember that Harry is surprised that Draco went to church and he’s told that it was a pureblood thing - to go to church on Sunday, etc - and Neville told him that he went to the same church with Malfoy when they were children and that is how they knew each other. It is on ao3, though I am not fully sure, probably it is a tumblr fic

8.3 I’m not sure if it was posted on AO3 or just on Tumblr. It was before drarrymicrofic prompts started so I’d guess somewhere from 2015-2019 (2016 or 2017 is best guess), but probably under 1k words (2k would be the max). Fic has MCD and drug use. Written from Harry’s POV (likely 3rd person) with minimal dialogue. After the war, Draco and Harry are both struggling to adjust, turn to drugs, and end up spending time together at clubs/hooking up to escape their thoughts. The drug that they’re into could be fairy dust or something magical, but I’m not too sure. Somehow, Harry starts to get better, starts feeling hopeful about life, is ready to fight his addiction, and is excited about his future that might even include Draco since he’s grown fond. Harry goes to a club one night, ready to talk to Draco about getting better, and makes eye contact with him on the dance floor. Draco falls to the ground and ends up dying of an overdose. There’s a line at the end about Harry seeing the light leaving Draco’s eyes as he hit the floor that always stuck with me because the fic is about falling into a dark place, starting to see the light, and having the light abruptly turned off.

8.4 fic that i read on ao3 around 2021, that i can’t seem to find for the life of me. Its a post hogwarts fic where draco and harry are married and their kids are James, Albus, Scorpius, and Lily. The plot is Lucius comes to live with them after Narcissa dies and he hasn’t really met the kids before but they were close with Narcissa, and it’s from the perspective of the kids per chapter.

8.5 Harry is like a magical painter/designer and paints a room for Teddy/Scorpius? All I really remember are that the paintings moved and included mythical creatures. I also I feel like it had bottom harry in it, but who knows. I believe it was on ao3 but was possibly on FF. I read it mostly likely 3-5 years ago but could be longer. I think it was multi-chaptered and definitely longer than a one shot. I think Harry had painted rooms for Rose and Hugo previously as well as a playroom for teddy and maybe even rooms for Luna and Rolf’s kids? And Draco’s kid really liked the paintings all his friends had and asked his dad to get him one. Mystical creatures in the paintings included dragons, unicorns, flying snitches, etc.

8.6 I can’t remember much about the extension or if it had a second part, but it’s not totally drarry. It’s a fic I read on AO3, Albus’ POV. The Potters have a room (maybe?) at home and there you could play a fantasy. Albus discovers that Harry had an affair with Draco when they were young.

8.7 Harry wants to bring Sirius back from the veil, and Draco is an Unspeakable so Harry goes to him for help, and they eventually succeed (and fall for each other), but Sirius comes back as a baby that they end up raising together alongside Teddy?

8.8 i remember it was about snape and petunia helping harry run away/being on the run and sort of adopting him? i dont remember if snape/petunia was actually romantic in it tho. it was on ao3 and i remember hearing ab it from the author in the notes of another drarry fic (i thought perhaps it was by shanastoryteller but i cant find anything about it so either not them or perhaps it was deleted) it would probably be a wip and i remember wanting to start it last year when there was like 2 chapters out.

8.9 looking for a drarry fanfic from way back, like 2002. I remember the one with the scene where there was a party under the house and they had spin the bottle but there was a line that connected between their lips and don’t go away until they kiss. All I can remember about it was the intro of draco showing up at Harry’s place because his dad was going to kill him. There was the party with the games improved by the twins. Some significant rings were exchanged that had jewels in them that could tell if they were still alive. Also they used to climb into a portrait above their beds and it took them to a secret room so they couldn’t be killed in their sleep. Aka private room for gay sex.

8.10 fic I read a long time ago. It was on AO3 I think. Basically Harry and Draco has this long standing arrangement where they would set up trap/escape rooms to challenge each other. I believe they set it up at Gringotts. They don’t actually know who each other are, they just go by an alias. Harry sets up a room using some kind of instant darkness powder, one of the Weasley wheezes and finally defeats Draco. I believe Harry is an Auror while Draco is an unspeakable. This was a case fic too, and they were somehow put together on an international intrigue case. To resolve one of their issues Harry brought out the instant darkness powder and that was how Draco finally recognize him as the other challenger.

8.11 been trying to find this fic i read so long ago. i’ve been searching for soo long. it’s one where harry and ginny go to a masked ball thing where everyone just plays out their fantasies and harry meets this guy who he does it with. and the guy happens to be draco. also ginny gets double penetrated

8.12 looking for a non-magic au fic where Harry is a thief and he spends a long time scouting out this rich house (with Draco and his family living there) he wants to steal from. One day, he climbs up the side pillar when he thinks the house is empty to enter through a balcony. He sees that Draco’s actually there (they don’t know each other) - he’s beautiful but he hasn’t left his room or touched someone in years. Harry keeps revisiting despite himself and gets Draco to open up to him. They date.

8.13 I can’t remember if it’s an 8th year fic or a rewrite of sorts. But Draco is at hogwarts and befriends the golden trio + luna + Ginny and for some reason I have this memory that in the midst of it all they decide they want to become animagi? And that at some point they come to the conclusion that they’re avatars (for lack of a better word, I guess heirs) for the original founders of hogwarts.

8.14 The magical world is getting itself known to the muggle world, which causes problems and then when a representatives meeting between both sides was held, Harry was surprised to find Draco representing the muggle side after getting exiled from the magical world. I forgot if Draco lost his magic or not. I remember it being a very long one-shot. And I think its quite an old fanfic around 2012-2017s.

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[melaninmight]

nice + slow (pt. 2)

- himejima gyomei x reader | word count: 2k

—“warmth that only you and i generate when we collide”

▹ listening: mars v. venus (by usher)

ఇ synopsis :: more passionate sex with the gentle giant? say less.~

ఇ cw :: nsfw, size difference, oral, passionate sex, fluff

ఇ pt. 1

-ˏ͛⑅　‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹ ‧̫‧ ⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙　⑅ˏ͛--ˏ͛⑅　‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹ ‧̫‧ ⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙　⑅ˏ͛-

Once blue, the sky turned black, indicating that night has begun. It also meant that demons were running rampant.

Unfortunately, your village was greatly affected by their increasing presence, prompting villagers to remain sheltered throughout the night.

At your family minka, you strolled through the hallways, the moonlight shining down on the hardwood floors. Your eyes steered towards the yard, watching the flowers swaying gently from the breeze. Slowly, you stepped foot outside and made your way towards the home’s entrance; turning left, you made your way towards the busiest part of the village.

To your surprise, it wasn’t as busy as before; if anything, it was almost.. deserted.

You continued the stroll until you came across an old man standing in front of a takoyaki stand.

Cautiously, you made your way towards the stand, the man giving you a soft smile.

“Hello, young lady. Would you care for some takoyaki?”

A part of you wanted to decline, but your stomach said otherwise as it unleashed an unholy growl, leaving you blushing in embarrassment.

The man chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes. Coming right up.”

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ as you watched him prepare the meal. Once he was finished, you happily ate the takoyaki, a satisfied moan leaving your lips as the flavor melted into your mouth.

*rustle*

Your ears perked up to the noise, forcing you to turn around as you eyed your surroundings.

No one’s here.

You shrugged it off as you ate the last of your meal. Turning around, your eyes widened as you saw a demon grabbing hold of the old man, a shocked gasp leaving your lips— a devious smirk formed the demon’s lips, his hands tightly gripping onto the man’s throat as the man struggled to free himself from its grasp.

Instead of watching in fear, you searched for anything that could be used as a weapon to fight off the demon. Stumbling upon an abandoned sword, you quickly picked it up and pointed it toward the demon.

The demon let out a mocking laugh. “As if that puny lil sword can hurt me.”

You giggled, playing along to his game. “Don’t get your hopes up. I got a few tricks up my sleeve.” Despite not being a Hashira, you had a fair share of moves thanks to your father’s training. Besides, by analyzing the demon, you assumed he was a Lower Moon.

“Are you testing me, little girl?” He growled, his nails dug into the poor man’s neck, blood slowly forming.

Taking a deep breath, you leapt up onto the stand and gave a kick to the demon’s chest, the man now out of its grasp and into your arms.

“Hurry, hide to safety!” you ushered.

“B-But what about you?” the man gave you a worried look.

You shot him an assuring smile. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

Still worried, the man nodded and hurried away to hide.

Deep down, you wished Gyomei was here to help fend off the demon; then again, you also wanted to put your skills to the test and this was the opportunity to do just that.

Mmm..

With a firm expression, you swing your sword at the demon’s direction, aiming for his neck, though he easily dodged it; his hand swung out at you, yet you swiftly backflip away from his move. Now back on foot, you swing your sword at him once again, this time, leaving a slash across his chest.

The demon growled, his face contorting into an angry scowl. You shot him a smirk before leaping forward to slash his neck. Unfortunately, the demon grabbed hold of your sword before breaking it into pieces.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. How tf–

Before you could finish your thoughts, a surprise squeal left your lips when you felt the demon’s fist against your stomach, sending you flying backwards until you hit a nearby stand.

A pained moan was all you could muster out as you tried to leave the broken stand, but the demon stood atop of you, his hand gripping your wrist whilst watching you struggle to pull away.

“Idiot girl. Did you really think you had what it takes to defeat me?” the demon smirked.

You gritted your teeth, sweat dripping down your forehead the more you tried to pull away from his grip.

I-Is this the end? You panicked; this wasn’t how you wanted to die, but if fate would have it, then so be it.

弐ノ型   天面砕き ! (Second Form: Upper Smash)

Just as the demon was about to finish you off, a large spiked flail and ax was launched towards it, knocking the demon down and away from you. Replacing the demon, a large figure loomed over you and pulled you in a protective hug. You looked up, to see the man you yearned to see, a happy and relieved expression forming your face

“G-Gyomei..” you softly whispered, relieved tears forming in your eyes.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?? Did he hurt you?!”

You grunted, still feeling the pain from the demon’s punch. “N-Not really, though he left q-quite a hefty punch.”

Gyomei sensed your pain and immediately turned to the demon. Placing you down, he rushed over to its direction, gripping his weapon as the two battled.

参ノ型　岩窟の膚 !　(Third Form: Stone Skin)

He began to unleash a series of slashes with his ax, leaving the demon at a disadvantage. With one final blow, he slashed the demon’s neck, leaving you to watch its head body slump onto the ground and disintegrate.

For the first time, you saw the Stone Hashira in action. You had never seen him become protective of you and you couldn’t help but find it attractive.

Shielding his weapon away, he hurriedly rushed to you and gently pulled you up to him in bridal style.

“My dear, are you sure you are alright?”

With a soft smile, you leaned up to place a soft kiss on his cheek, assuring him that you were okay.

“Yes, Gyomei-san. I am alright.”

Tears began falling from his blind eyes as he held you tight.

“Thank the Gods. I was afraid that Lower Moon left a grave wound on you.”

“I’m sorry. I had hoped to prove to myself that I was capable of protecting myself.”

“(Y/N) dear, while I am proud of your courage and determination, I do advise not to engulf yourself in situations that could put you in danger. Had it turned out the demon was a Higher Moon, the circumstances would have been dire.”

He was right. You weren’t a Hashira nor a Demon Slayer. If the demon was of higher rank, there was no way you would’ve stood a chance against him.

“Nevertheless, I am relieved you are okay.” He placed a warm kiss on your forehead, leaving your cheeks glowing pink.

If only he knew how tight he was tugging at your heart strings.

A deep chuckle left his lips as he envisioned your flushed expression.

“Come, my love. Let us head back home.”

-

The sound of running water filled the hallways of the Himejima minka (traditional Japanese home).

Your naked body was engulfed in steam rising from the semi-hot water. Fortunately, the pain from the fight didn’t linger for long as you gave your body extra love by lathering it with a coconut scented soap, hitting your nose with the pleasant smell.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of strong arms slithered around your waist, pulling you close in a protective embrace. Though, instead of being surprised, you pressed your back against Gyomei’s chest, your body melting in his hold.

“Despite my blindness, I cannot help but envision how beautiful you must be as you cleanse your body.”

His fingertips trailed up and down your hips in slow motion, causing you to shiver. He then moved down to your neck, his warm breath fanning against your skin upon leaving teasing kisses against your weak spots.

A shaky breath left your lips as you leaned your head back against his chest.

“G-Gyomei-san.~”

The way you said his name made him pull you closer, with one hand trailing down to your thigh while the other remained on your waist.

You raised an arm and clamped it around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. While caressing your thigh with his right hand, his other hand cupped your cheek as he deepened the kiss. Lips locked, breaths and moans mingled, tongues clashing in rhythm.

Without breaking the kiss, his large hands clasped on your waist, turning you around to where your chest pressed against his. Your arms found themselves wrapped around his neck, his hands clasping your ass.

Gyomei was the first to pull away from the kiss, leaving a saliva trail connecting your swollen lips. He envisioned your expression to be lewd, causing a growl to leave his throat. His lips then moved down to your neck, coating it with gentle kisses and love bites. Your lips formed into a quiver, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as you tilted your head slightly to give him more access.

Pulling away, his hands trailed their way up to your chest and gently fondled your breasts. His thumbs pressed against your hard nips, rubbing them in slow motion. You bit your lip as you stifled a soft moan, shades of soft pink coating your cheeks.

“Aah!~”

A squeal left your throat when his lips latched onto your left breast whilst the other was still being fondled. Careful not to bite your sensitive nip, he would suckle on it as if he were a baby getting mama’s milk.

He moved on to give the other breast the same treatment, causing you to squirm in his arms; the pleasure was too good, and you wanted more than that.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, you grind your hips against his crotch, your entrance greeted by his hardened c*ck. A groan left his mouth soon as he finished playing with your breasts.

“My dear, I apologize, but I don’t think I can hold back.”

That said, he’d align you atop his crotch, the tip of his large c*ck pressing against your entrance. Biting your lip, you couldn’t help but shiver against his touch, your hands clutching his broad shoulders.

“D-Don’t hold back baby,~” you whimpered.

That was enough for him push you down on his c*ck, the move causing the water to sway.

“Nngh~!”

You moaned, your walls tightening around him as you were adjusting to his size. Gyomei hissed at how tight you were, his c*ck throbbing uncontrollably inside you.

“Please, my love. Don’t move… just yet.”

Given his large size, he was afraid he was hurting you, or made you feel uncomfortable. These thoughts would plague his mind until he felt your hands caressing his cheeks.

“I-I’m okay baby… You can move,~” you purred, assuring him that you were ready.

Before he could even express his doubt, you took the initiative and began to bounce on his c*ck.

“Ngh, my love. You feel s-so good.~”

A breathy sigh left his lips when he digs his fingers deep on your ass, his balls hitting it repeatedly with each thrust.

You looked up to see shades of red burning his cheeks, his deep groans causing your p*ssy to quench tighter around him the more you bounced on him. Your hands ran down his broad shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.

Once again, Gyomei envisioned how sexy you were riding him. Had he not been blind, he would have greatly appreciated the beauty that was on his lap.

“I-I’m so close, baby.~” you whimpered. You felt a knot form in your stomach, indicating that your climax was near. Your breasts and ass bounced repeatedly as the pace quickened, the sound of slapping skin creating small waves in the water.

Gyomei growled. “Let’s come together, my darling.~”

His large hands trailed up your back, his fingers caressing your soft skin as he thrust up inside you.

“G-Gyo~!”

You pulled him in for a final kiss, to which he generously reciprocated, moans and groans muffled as tongues battled in rhythm. Curling your toes, you finally released, juices coating his c*ck. Gyomei followed suit as he, too, came inside you, his load causing your stomach to form a slight bulge.

After a minute, you both pulled away from the passionate kiss, lips swollen and wet; both of your bodies shook, chests rising with each breath.

You flopped your face against his chest, clearly exhausted from the sex. You felt his lips graze atop your forehead, leaving a gentle kiss.

“W-Well– that’s one way to end such a hell of a night,” you joked, stifling a giggle.

Gyomei chuckled. “Indeed, this evening was quite eventful. Though, I’m glad to have ended the night with you, my dear.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his sweetness, rubbing your cheek against his chest as you heard the steady beating of his heart against your ear. The two of you stayed in comfortable silence in each other’s arms before you stifled a yawn.

“W-We should probably hop out of the bath,” you squeaked.

“Of course. It is getting quite late after all.”

The blind man heaved a sigh before picking you up and rose off the bath, walking out of it whilst holding you in his arms. With your hands rested on his chest, you watched as he walked to the bedroom, candles burning to give light.

Once Gyomei has set you down on your feet, you both proceed to change into your yukatas that were neatly folded on top of the bed. You were the first to crawl under the covers, wrapping your small self in a burrito.

“Aaah~ this feels like heaven!”

You looked up to see tears falling down Gyomei’s face and immediately began to worry.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being pulled into his strong arms, face flushed as you were pressed up against his chest.

“G-Gyo– is something wrong??!”

“My darling (Y/N), despite my inability to see, I can sense the adorable nature you are displaying.”

“T-That’s impossible!” Hiding yourself in his chest, your face was coated in red, it was as if your mind was on fire.  

This man never fails to tug at your heartstrings.

-

♡

ପ 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙.

ఇ taglist :: @tojibreedingme

ఇ requests: open ✓

ఇ a/n :: 9 pages later.. ,_, but ig it was worth it :>

i hope y’all enjoyed! <33

© melaninmight, 2022. do not translate, plagiarize, or post on other socials w/out permission.

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[trappers-cloak]

The Buck and the Fox

Chapter 1 - The Shepard and the Angel

Chapter 1 of my ongoing fanfic, the Buck and the Fox.

Tags: Arthur Morgan x female oc, meet cute, introduction to my oc Diana Wegner.

word count: 2k

Diana Wegner

The sun was high enough - and hot enough -  that Diana had ditched her coat. The great green thing hung over the rump of Althea, bouncing as the pair trotted along. Pluto let out a small bark below, nipping at the heels of a dozen sheep along the hillside. The wind billowing through the trees wasn’t nearly enough to stave off the heat, but it swept the sweat from her brow. The surrounding grass was a bright green, peppered with reds and pinks and oranges, all the herbs dotting the Heartlands. Diana could hear no sound besides sheep bleating. That sound was a welcome one, and she sent a silent thanks to God that no human voices polluted her ears. 

A voracious reader as a child, Diana recalled poetry about hillsides like this. Emerson, Dickinson, even Shakespeare…she doubted they could imagine a moment this perfect. Something this devoid of a past. 

The gunshot was, as one would guess, unwelcome. 

All she had on hand was a repeater, a simple thing, slung across her shoulder. It would have to do as she took aim for the origin of the shot, somewhere up on the hill. Sure enough, two bandits rode above, aiming lower than she expected. She turned, and realized; they were here for the sheep. 

With a blast, she narrowly missed the closer of the two, a large man on an even larger horse. 

“Shit,” she muttered, reloading. What was the point of learning to shoot if she didn’t live long enough to use her skills?

 She fired again. This time, the shot grazed the fat man’s arm, and he cried out in pain. His stallion shrieked and began bucking him off, with limited success. 

Before Diana could load again, Althea stood and reared, kicking her front legs wildly. A gunshot sounded from the ground, and before she could blink, Diana was in the air. The impact of her back on the hill knocked the wind out of her, and before she could even collect herself, the other bandit was upon her. 

It’s amazing how time slows down in the heat of the moment. Even with her death imminent, Diana could make out the green kerchief around his neck. Green eyes, a scraggly beard. She knew this man, or this type of man, anywhere. 

The Irish accent gave him away. An O’Driscoll. 

“Well, miss, think the boss man will reconsider-” 

His words were cut off by a snarl as Pluto tackled him, barking and growling up a storm. 

Good boy. Diana was free from the O’Driscoll’s grasp, but her gun was out of reach. She fumbled around for a revolver, to no success. Pluto was still laying into the skinny Irishman, but the big one had regained his senses and had started towards her again. She was outnumbered, and had no choice. 

She took a deep breath, and screamed. 

The sound of galloping filled the air. She was done for. 

She screamed again. 

“HELP ME!”

Two gunshots fired, calculated, separated. Pow! Pow! But the galloping didn’t stop. And the sound was getting closer by the millisecond. She began to scramble to her feet, pulling out her last resort - a small switchblade that Cripps had given her the day he taught her how to hunt. She flicked the blade open and readied her hand, turning to her assailant. She wondered who she’d face first - the big one or the skinny one. 

It was neither.

“Woah… miss calm down, I ain’t gonna hurt’cha,” the man said, putting his hands up as he hopped down from his horse. 

“Then drop your gun,” Diana said. It was all she could think of. 

He tossed it to the side without a thought, and inched closer. She held out her lance knife, just the way Cripps taught her to. Her face was fixed in a snarl. 

“Ma’am, I ain’t gonna-”

“Did you shoot them?”

“What?”

“Did you shoot them?”

“Well, yeah-”

“Why?”

“Well shit, I guess I was tryna save you, but if you’d rather be in a casket, who am I to judge?” he answered, slyly. He had a deep accent, a country one. She couldn’t place it. 

Diana faltered for a moment, then said;

“You didn’t have to save me.”

“Well, it sure didn’t look like you were gonna do it yourself,” he countered. 

She shot him a glare, readying a comeback, but instead? Instead she burst out laughing. 

“Well, yes,” she said, between breaths, “I guess you’re right.” after a pause, she added, 

“well? Is a lady going to have to help herself to her feet?”

The man started, and extended his hand down. She grabbed it, noting the sheer number and strength of the callouses coating it, and together the pair lifted Diana to her feet. For a very brief moment, Diana was chest to chest with the cowboy - well, head to chest, given that he stood nearly a head above her in height. Two parts of Diana burned - her cheeks with a blush, and her ring finger with shame and a grim reminder. The moment was over as soon as it began. 

“Ahem…uh, thank you, sir,” she started, and sighed. “You saved my life. I owe you something for that at least.”

“Now, I don’t need anything, I was just bein-”

“Well at least a meal or a drink is in order!”

The man started again. “Ma’am, really, I-”

Diana sighed. “Please, mister, it's the least I can do. Plus,” she began, nodding over a few yards west, “I need your help. Those bandits must’ve gotten one of the sheep - look.'' Sure enough, a mound of white wool lay in the grass, the only sheep that had been lost in the raid. 

“Help me get that poor soul back to Cripps, and you’ll be paid for your time.”

The man sighed, knowing he’d lost the exchange. “Fine,” he said, dejected. As the pair lifted the wayward sheep onto Althea, Diana spoke up once more. 

“Thank you mister…”

“Morgan,” he paused. It looked like he was trying to remember what his name was. “Arthur Morgan.”

“Thank you, mister Morgan,” Diana said, and turned. “PLUTO!” she whistled. “ROUND ‘EM UP!”

Arthur Morgan

Dutch had told them in no uncertain terms to lie low. Besides making money, lying low was the top priority. So the O’Driscoll’s over on the hill should not have been his concern, and they weren’t until the bloodcurdling scream Arthur had heard from the middle of the herd of sheep. He may be trying to keep a low profile, but he wasn’t about to let some innocent shepard get herself killed. He imagined there would be some divine retribution for that, or some symbolism - something in his surrogate fathers’ books that would have damned him. 

Now this same shepherd was leading him to some reward he felt he couldn’t accept. He had given his full name, his real name, to this woman, and he felt like he was 13 again. Breaking all the rules. He didn’t lie low, he didn’t mind his business, he didn’t keep himself a secret. And what would he have to show for it? 

The smell of the stew pot hit him before he could see it. 

“Sit down, mister Morgan, stay as long as you’d like,” the woman said, hanging her coat on a hook attached to a beautiful cherry tree. She had taken him behind what must be the trading post at Emerald Ranch - a small building bedecked with animal heads, hides and antlers. The camp spot was a cozy one, with the campfire and a great bronze stew pot as its centerpiece. 

“Mr. Cripps is still working on the stew - the rest of the ranch hands are still tending to the sheep and the cows, but you can have first bowl once he’s done. He’ll be out any second.”

“Ma’am, I really don’t need any fo-” Arthur’s stomach growled mid sentence. He flushed, and the woman turned, and gave a slight chuckle. 

“Riiight.”

“Well,” Arthur continued, taking a seat, “then thank you for your hospitality, Miss…”

She finished for him. 

“Missus Diana Wegner. My husband owns this ranch. Forgive me for being blunt, Mister Morgan, but are you new around these parts?” She stuck out her hand, boldly. With purpose. A silver ring adorned it. 

He took it, shook it, and responded. 

“Yeah, well, my crew and I were workers in the north, and our factory got shut down, so we’re living in a camp near uh… Valentine?” he recited the story Hosea had told him. It was, to the old man’s credit, a great cover. 

“I’m sorry to hear. Were you stuck up in the Grizzlies when that storm hit?”

Arthur chuckled, despite the memory being, at best, an unpleasant one. “Yeah, we just got out of it a few weeks ago. Lot of folk are still trying to get back on their feet,” he said. 

“Well its a good thing you made it down here,” Diana replied. “I take it you’re doing the hunting then?” she gestured to the pelt on the back of Ares. “How much shot did that thing take?”

Arthur chuckled. “Not as much as you’d think. Damn thing nearly killed me. Apparently it’s some legendary bear - uncommon size.”

“You’ve got that right. Do you know how much that would be worth?”

Arthur shifted, uncomfortable. It would be just his luck to get robbed by the woman he saved. 

“Not sure…”

“Well, me neither, but Mr. Cripps would have a field day tanning that thing. If you’d be interested in selling it here, I’m sure you could work out a deal.”

Arthur paused, wondering if this was a good chance to strike up some work - legitimate work, for once. 

“If Mister…”

“Cripps,”

“Right. If Mr. Cripps buys this, would he buy other skins too, or…”

“Looking for employment, are we? And I thought men were all after something else!” Diana exclaimed. Arthur’s face felt hotter than hell itself. He could only imagine the shade of red it turned. 

“Well, I- maybe,” he admitted. “I don’t know. As long as it pays.”

“That we do. In money, food, goods, or any combination.”

The backdoor of the store burst open, and an old man with a scraggly salt-and-pepper beard stepped out, holding a basket of herbs and corn. 

“And we have the best of all three!” he exclaimed, sauntering over to the pair. “I couldn’t help but overhear the entire conversation, and your hunting skills would make an excellent contribution to Cripps-Wegner Trading Co!”

Diana sighed, and gestured towards the man. “Mister Cripps, Arthur Morgan. Arthur Morgan, Mister Cripps.” Before she could finish, Cripps was shaking Arthur’s hand with an enthusiasm he had only seen a few times before - and most of those times involved Sean and Karen, back before Sean got captured.

Before she could make any more introductions, a bell sounded, and Diana’s head whipped towards the big green house across the road. 

“Shit,” she muttered. “That’s dinner bell.” she turned again to Arthur, and held out her hand. He took it, not knowing whether to shake it or not. Dutch had taught him to kiss a woman’s hand when they gave it this way, but the wedding ring gave him considerable pause. 

“Thank you, Arthur, again. I owe you more than I can describe. Enjoy the stew, and let Cripps know if you have any availability.” as she spoke, she transformed - she did up her hair, tossed her hat aside, washed her hands and changed into ladies shoes seemingly before Arthur could blink. She went from a rancher to a society lady in less than a minute. He hoped she didn’t notice his stare. 

“Come back to Emerald Ranch soon, mister Morgan. Our saloon is closed and it mostly smells of sheep shit, but I’m sure you’ll find something here to your liking.” she turned, and after a few steps, shouted over her shoulder. “Mister Cripps! Save that sheep hide. I have a plan for it.” And she was off. 

There was a pregnant silence between her departure and the voice of Mr. Cripps. 

“So, mister Morgan,” he began, “are you gonna continue to make googly eyes at Missus Wegner or are you going to have some mutton?”

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Turns Out, You’re good at Dodgeball

Summary: Rex’s team vs y/n’s team in a heated game of dodgeball. Who will win?

Pairing: Rex x Reader

Tags: It’s pretty much just fun and games with a bit of flirting on the side. There are a few hints towards nsfw though

If y’all find something that needs tagged, please tell me! I’ll gladly tag it here

word count: 2k

   "Y/N, I can dodge blaster fire. It's hardly fair for me to play," With a hand on her hip, Ahsoka shrugged to the two team captains. You challenged her with a grin.

"That's exactly why I want you on my team. Jedi are infamously masters at dodgeball. Besides, wouldn’t it be good training for you?"

She shook her head, "I'd consider it if the other team had Anakin, but seeing as he's busy with the Counsel, I'll officiate."

"As you wish, Commander," eyes searching the group of eager clones. "Styke, then," you gestured to one of the few sharp shooters in Torrent company. Those men were keen on having excellent aim.

Rex raised an eyebrow at you, then called on the next sharp shooter. Once all of the snipers were chosen, you called on Echo. Fives was taken by Rex, so you went for Tup next. Eventually, you were down to shinies whose skills were untested by either of you. Rex chose the last man and you were down to business, pulling your team aside for a game plan. 

"And remember to go for the knees or just past the shoulders," Styke pointed. "Firstly, they might go to catch it, but if your throw it fast enough, they'll miss. Most importantly, some will expect you to aim for the feet, so don't do it till they stop jumping up to dodge. When that happens, light them up."

You nodded, "Try to remember how people dodge as well. Use it against them later."

"Also," Echo chimed in, stretching an arm, "Get the best players out first. Rex, Fives, Lucien, Parkour, and Kam are good as far as I'm aware. Though we have a few shinies who might make a name for themselves today," he sent an encouraging smile to the newcomers.

After your team drew up a plan to take them by surprise, you finally asked, "Anything else?"

No additional advice was given so your team dispersed, making their way to the end of the gym so they could start. Ahsoka called out a few rules such as "no head-shots because of Hog." 

A shiny frowned, muttering to himself, "Hog?"

"We don't... talk about Hog," Tup hummed, tightening his bun.

"Rest in peace, Hog's beautiful nose," Styke thumped his chest respectfully. Echo wiped an invisible tear from his eye.

After both teams were ready, Ahsoka whistled loudly and the majority of the guys rushed to the line. As an experienced dodgeball player, you stayed back. Your team had a plan of attack that would take a few minutes to come into action. You wanted Rex to think you were unprepared. In reality, you were watching each of his men to understand their defense.

Rex's team executed a well-made formation, sending shot after shot towards your men. Only a few fell. They adequately dodged most of the fire that rained down on them. You spotted one clone gunning for you and pretended to be oblivious, then as the ball whizzed toward your waist, you caught it. It stung a little, but you held it up to show him he was out. Peering around, you realized that your guys had followed instruction well. They now had the majority of the dodge balls.

At that, you smirked, meeting Rex's gaze from across the gym. He realized your plan with an irritated groan and started shouting instructions to his men as you cried, "Spank ‘em, boys!"

As if they'd trained for weeks, they lined up in two rows. The first wave fired at the five men Echo had pointed out earlier. Multiple shots hit others, but Lucien, Fives, Kam, and Rex remained standing. Then the front line kneeled and out came the second volley of fire. Fives, Kam, and several others immediately fell. Then you chucked your ball at Lucien and it hit him in the side as he dodged one from your men. 

After nearly half of his team was taken out, you realized that Rex still held a ball. That was when it hit you: he hadn't thrown a single one yet. What was he waiting for?

His plan came into motion and you froze, realizing your mistake. He'd known you would go for the ones you knew played well. When his shinies released a volley of deadly shots to your men's torsos, you internally slapped yourself, wishing you'd thought to guard them from that. That attack took out a hefty portion of your guys so you decided to act.

"Echo!" 

You were joined by him soon and you quickly explained your idea. "Sounds good, Sarge. I'll let the others know."

You watched the pattern Rex's team went with. They agreed on one target and pattered him till he fell. It's hard to dodge several balls at once. As the last of your men were informed of the plan, the other team changed strategy. So you came up with a more offensive version of defense: as soon as one man threw the ball, aim at his feet. You led them in this, sending your shots and telling others to do the same. 

This worked quite well and soon your teams were even. You called Echo over to formulate another plan. He jogged over and stopped. Just as he turned away from the others, a ball was thrown at him. You warned him and he used a ball to deflect the shot, but the one in his hand slipped free. He sighed, shooting a glare at Kix, who had released that shot. The medic returned a devilish grin.

"That's for skipping out on your medical last week!"

"Shove it, Kix!" Echo called, jogging to the out of bounds line.

Soon the teams were both down to four, and you wondered why they didn't target you yet. A few more throws and a caught ball later and it was you and a shiny against Rex. He watched you like a hawk, prowling along the back the wall. You called the shiny, whom you learned was named Tyler, and gave him your plan.

"If we aren't careful, he'll wait till we're out of munitions." You eyed your captain as he paused, arms crossed. Fives whooped support at him, leading Echo to cheer you and Tyler on. This encouraged the whole lot of clones who'd gotten out to begin a loud ruckus of support. "He's only thrown a ball once this whole game which means one of two things: he didn't want to reveal his skill yet, or he has a hurt shoulder."

"I bet it's the former," he said. "Head up!" You looked up as Rex jerked his arm. It was a fake to make the shiny dodge.

"Wait—" you began just as Tyler ducked into Rex's trap. It skimmed his shoulder and he groaned, falling onto his back dramatically. 

"Remember me, brothers!" He draped an arm over his eyes. The crowd laughed, and a few of them offered fake tears and condolences. 

"We shall never forget you, Tyler," you bowed your head, offering him a hand up while still eyeing your captain. "Good job,"

He sauntered to the edge of the gym and joined his boisterous brothers.

"Just us now, Y/N."

"It was meant to be," you winked at Rex, picking up an extra ball. What you'd given heed to the shiny about was right: Rex had most of the balls on his side. You decided you'd let him collect them all.

You both stood at the ready. Tension broke when you sent a ball zinging past him. He hardly flinched, dark eyes trained on you.

As you reached for another ball, he threw one at you. You rolled out of the way and got to your feet. The speed at which it zipped by was terrifying. You shot two more at him and reached for another. Soon, he had all but one.

"I thought your aim would be better," he tossed a ball into the air and caught it again, frowning. "Guess blasters are more your speed."

"Maybe I'm making myself seem weak," you chided, moving back to the center of the gym. He cautiously mirrored you. "We're the last two people standing and you're mistaken if you think I'll let you win."

"See, now you're trying to dristract me with small talk—"

You launched your final ball at him, nailing a ball in his hand. To your chagrin, his grip was strong. Without missing a beat, he shot a ball at you. In one swift movement, you collapsed low to the ground and caught it.

An uproar came from your team of twenty clones on the sidelines as they jumped up and ran to you. You didn't break eye contact with a shocked Rex who let a smile etch onto his face. Before you knew it you were enveloped in your guys as they congratulated you and cheered. 

You eventually got out of the throng of celebrating clones and made your way to Rex's salty team. With a grin, you pushed through to Rex and extended a hand. "Good job, Cap. That was impressive."

"Thank you. It was a good game," he nodded, shaking your hand, "Maybe Anakin should've been here—he might've considered promoting you after that display."

You chuckled, "Dodgeball isn't a battlefield."

He shrugged, an amused glint in his eye, "No it isn't. I reckon we should play again now that I know your strategy." 

"I'll still kick you in the shebs," 

"Maybe tonight I'll consider it," he winked. The boys around you both let out a collective, "ooohhhh!" and you rejoined.

"Doubt you could handle me," you smirked into his devilish eyes for effect, "I haven't always been a soldier."

The boys let out a similar response only to be interrupted by their commander. "Alright boys, time's up! Skyguy just commed." She stood at the edge of the gym and continued with the room mostly quieted, "He wants all officers to report to him immediately. The troops are to prep for takeoff by 1700."

Disappointed to not be playing another round of dodgeball but excited to be headed back to the field so soon, the group dispersed. You fist bumped several of the men on the way out and received jabs that you naturally returned. You met back up with the other officers with an easy smile on your face.

"You know it isn't appropriate to openly flirt with your C.O., right, Y/N?"

"If I remember correctly, Echo," you raised a brow, "he started it." 

Rex's eyes met the ceiling sarcastically before they found you, "Might get yourself in trouble with those kinds of accusations."

"In trouble with who? The Chancellor?"

"Or your captain," he drawled.

You chided, "Maybe that was the plan,"

"Get yourselves a room, you disgusting plebes," Fives gagged, speed-walking to get in front of the laughing group.

"Yeah, you two need a room," Echo echoed, catching up with his twin.

Your trek continued to a conference room where you met with your general. He began a briefing with the officers that would enter you all into the real galaxy again, ending your short break. Afterwards, you and Rex planned the next dodgeball battle for whenever you might next return to Coruscant, where you promised to take him out.

———

Do people actually strategize in dodgeball?  Idk but it would really make the game more intense 

At the end of each one shot, I like to add a little Q&A to interact with readers. Feel free to comment a response! Q.  If you had to chose one P.E. activity, which would you erase from your memory?

A. The Fitness Grand Pacer Test.  No question

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Delirium - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Y/N gets injured on patrol and the pain makes you say things you have always wanted to say (I can do a part two if wanted)

Words: 2k

Warnings: swearing; injury; taking pills (literally painkillers)

Y/N’s POV

“FUCK JESSE!” I cry out, trying to wriggle away, not having much of a pain tolerance, but he lays a strong arm over my waist and puts most of his weight on it to keep me steady. I squeeze my eyes shut in agony and I can’t help leaving half moons in his forearm as he stitches the gaping hole in my side. It’s the least of my pain right now, my ankle is either broken or at least sprained while my leg is very much broken. 

Jesse decided he had to stitch up my wound first, or I’d bleed out, which means I still have the pain of him resetting my leg to wait for. I’m in so much pain I’m barely self-conscious about being in just my underwear in front of my best friend. We were on patrol when we got jumped by a hoard of 10-20 runners and clickers, and I got thrown off my horse and, of course, tumbled down the most rocky cliff side in the whole area. It was a close one, but we made it and neither of us got bitten, so that’s great but now I’m here in a cabin we don’t know is safe or not; I’m almost butt naked and slipping in and out of consciousness. 

We’re staying put because it’s too dangerous for Jesse to try and get me back in the condition I’m in and we’re pretty sure my horse, Cash, would have bolted straight back to town. They’ll send a search party when Cash returns without either of us in tow, so for now I just have to lie here as Jesse tends to me. 

I passed out again because I’m waking with a scream of pain and an echoing snap of my leg. Jesse looks up at me from where he’s now sat on the floor with my leg in his warm grip, an apologetic look in his charcoal eyes. His hands move down my leg to my ankle and I begin begging him not to and that it’ll be okay if we leave it. He has to squeeze his eyes shut and taking a deep breath before speaking quietly, “We’ll do it on three, okay?” 

“O-Okay.” I nod, hating to see him so mentally hurt by all this and gripping the sheets under me because this is going to hurt even more. I take a deep breath, “O-one,” then another, “Two.” Then I’m screaming again as Jesse popped the bone back into place. 

“I’m sorry.” He leans up between my legs and hugs me as tightly as safely possible without opening the stitches or jostling my leg. I hug him back, crying into his shoulder, feeling that familiar light-headedness again and I know he can sense it too because he’s laying me back down, “Sleep, I’ll be right here, okay?” 

I nod, gripping his hand tightly in mine as the pain takes over and I’m passing out again. 

The sound of a warning shot has me jolting away as Jesse calls into the hallway from where he’s kneeling by my side and his gun aimed at the door. “Who’s there?” 

“It’s us Jesse,” I recognise Ellie’s voice and Jesse just falls back against the bed, gun falling to the floor and face in his arms as his knees are brought to my chest. He’s exhausted and I don’t know how long I’ve been out, but from the look of the sky outside, I think I was out for at least half a day. The sun is still rising. 

Ellie appears in the doorway, shadowed by Joel as they take in the scene before them. It looks a lot worse than it is as the duvet cover thrown aside, drenched in blood and the sheets I’m laying on splattered with them too, so are my clothes and Jesse’s hands. He used the last of the water to clean the open wounds on my side and the cuts all over my body. 

“Check on him,” Joel’s gruff voice brings me back to the land of the living and it dawns me that I’m in my underwear in front of the man I have fallen in love with but his honey eyes don’t show any signs of anything other than concern. Ellie’s guiding Jesse into another room of the cabin while Joel rummages through his pack, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. “What hurts?” 

I open my mouth to speak but even that hurts too much so Joel calls Jesse back in asking Jesse what happened and I just listen as Jesse’s smooth voice flows like velvet around my pain fogged mind, “We got jumped on the way to the lodge, Cash bolted and Y/N got thrown down the… well she got thrown down the cliff-“

“You mean that?!” Ellie’s pointing out the window at the mountain side that has obvious tracks of blood in the snow as Jesse rubs the back of his neck and nods, “How the fuck-“

“Where is she injured?” Joel cuts Ellie off, as if wanting to get me back as soon as possible. 

“I’ve cleaned and stitched up the worse wounds but she’s broken her left leg and her ankle was dislocated, I set them both. I think she’s got a couple of broken ribs, but she won’t tell me.” 

“Okay. Jesse, go saddle up, take her pack with you and Ellie, help me get her dressed. We want to get back to Jackson before the storm hits or any permanent damage is done.” Joel directs my two best friends and I feel myself on the verge of passing out again, barely feeling Ellie’s familiar hands on me or Joel’s calloused ones. A rough thumb is on my chin, parting my lips so two pills can be placed on my tongue and then there’s a rim of a bottle. I do as I’m told, swallowing the pills before I’m sitting back on the bed, this time dressed. 

The painkillers start to kick in, making me a little delirious by the time I’m sitting on Joel’s horse - Callus - with one of his arms around my waist holding me up as the four of us are on the route home. All I can focus on is Joel’s hand pressed against my stomach, grumbling to myself about there being too many layers between my skin and his hands. I’m leaning back into his comforting body, resting my head on his shoulder and giggling as the snow falling tickles my cheeks. 

I’m turning my face to look up at Joel’s cold-flushed one, but he doesn’t look at me. Too busy keeping the horse steady as Jesse’s leading the way back with Ellie behind us. I bring a hand up and lightly scratch his salt and pepper beard; the painkillers getting rid of my verbal filter. It seems as I’m suddenly booping him on the nose and mumbling, “You’re cute. I love you.” It seems it was spoken loud enough for Ellie to let out a choked sound behind us. 

Joel’s face finally turns down to look at me with an unreadable expression that has me shrinking in my seat, but my hand doesn’t want to stop gently scratching his beard. He just watches me for a second longer, those beautifully hazel eyes softening before he has to look up a Jesse’s calling to the people on watch to open the gates. He keeps a hold of me as we come to a stop, Maria and Tommy greeting us in the courtyard by the gates, helping me down after he’s jumped off. 

I cry out in pain, almost falling face first into the snow, having tried jumping down onto my broken-in-two-places left leg because the pain has generally made me so delirious still. Joel scoops me up bridal style and I’m giggling again, sticking my tongue 

out at Jesse, who is shaking his head fondly before he and Ellie disappear to take the horsies home. Joel’s talking to Tommy and Maria as we head towards the building that has been turned into a hospital/infirmary kind of place. I’m not listening to what he’s saying, just watching the way his brow creases with worry and his tongue darts out to wet those pretty lips every so often. My hands moving of its own accord again, moving from where I’ve looped them around his neck to run my thumb over his bottom lip. 

He stops talking and meets my gaze, conflict in his eyes as we enter the building. Tommy and Maria are talking to Theo - the doctor dude - while Joel sets me down on the bed but I let out a sound of protest, grabbing his large hand. He signs softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over me, “Theo needs to check you over, okay? I’ll be right outside talking to Tommy and Maria.” He brushes a strand of my hair out of my eyes and I find myself nodding, eyes slipping shut at the feel of his chapped lips pressed to my forehead before he’s getting up and leaving me to get checked over. 

I think I definitely passed out again because the next time I surface I’m no longer in the hospital bed but a very soft one that smells like heaven and there’s a firm body pressed against my side. I groan, stretching until I let out pained hiss the stitches registering with me and the body next to me stirring too. 

“Easy now,” His voice is sleep filled and deep, the sound going straight south despite the pain I’m which has me blushing because why does this man have such a hold on me. Turning my head to the right I’m met by those hazel eyes that are rimmed golden in the sunlight streaming through the net curtains. He’s right there, noses almost brushing and breath mingling as we just watch each other. I want to move but I can’t, scared to ruin anything between us, but I don’t have to because he’s cautiously moving closer. His hand that was draped over my waist moves to cradle my cheek while he raises to his elbow so he’s hovering over me with eyes searching for some protest from me and finding nothing. 

His lips are gentle and hesitant against mine, thumb and finger gripping my chin and guiding my head as I begin to respond to the kiss and my eyes slide shut. I splay my hands on his bare, toned chest and run them over it, mapping every mole and scar that usually lay hidden under his shirt. He lets out a soft groan and it sends sparks through me but I don’t want this to be rushed, especially with the state I’m in so I pull back a little so I whisper against his lips, “You keep making sounds like that and we’ll be reopening those stitches with the way I jump you.” 

It sends a chuckle rumbling through his chest under my hands before his lips are on mine, even more delicately and he’s laying back down while pulling me with him as gently as possible. It works somehow, the cast on my leg removing any pain I thought I’d feel but then again I might just be drunk on everything Joel. 

His name slips from my lips like a prayer and his rough fingers are running along my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I don’t want this to end; I don’t want to wake up from this beautiful dream. We have to separate for air but that doesn’t stop my trailing kisses down his throat, nipping at the sensitive skin and hearing how he reacts to every little thing before he’s laying me back down next to him. His chest rising and falling rapidly and those eyes darkened with want as he whispers, “We gotta stop or I won’t be able to.” 

“Then don’t.” 

“Darling-“ 

“Joel, you don’t know how long I have wanted this.” 

“We have all the time in the world baby girl.” 

All the time in the world.

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Eyes wide...shut (ao3) - Webtrinsic G, 3k

Summary: The team gets curious as to what Peter's senses can really do, needless to say, the result wasn't one they'd been expecting. At least Uncle Clint is there to help!

It's All in the Form (ao3) - sapphiremoonlight_witch yelena/kate T, 1k

Summary: Kate ‘teaches’ Yelena to shoot a bow but Yelena may know more than she lets on

Kate's return to College (ao3) - KurosakiIchigoat yelena/kate E, 29k

Summary: Kate returns to College and enters a spring archery tournament. With more than just a medal waiting for her at the end.

Kidnapped! (ao3) - Sartapaw92 kate/yelena T, 11k

Summary: Kate Bishop takes a break from her superhero duties for a while as she relaxes in her Apartment. Yelena Belova remains active in working for the ill-repute as she likes to be paid. At times, Yelena likes to mess with Kate, mainly over the phone. And at times Yelena likes to bring Kate to assist her with whatever task that Yelena has been given by her Mob Boss. The next job will be no exception.

Second Time Around (ao3) - BeneficialAddiction clint/phil T, 74k

Summary: Upon learning that Phil Coulson is still alive, something breaks in Clint, maybe permanently. Leaving behind his team, his home, and his identity as Hawkeye, he falls back on an old name, living separately from the Avengers until SHIELD demands they begin looking for someone to take the missing archer's place and their sights turn to the rogue assassin Ronin.

What are the chances of being recruited by a shady government division of superheroes twice?

Sequestered (ao3) - ElloPoppet bucky/clint M, 37k

Summary: Clint struggles after Tony and Natasha's deaths. To grieve and begin healing, he takes Maria up on her offer to use a secluded family vacation home in Maine. Clint finds himself hidden away from the rest of the world...until Bucky Barnes knocks on the door.

Shooting Range (ao3) - aimmyarrowshigh yelena/kate T, 100

Summary; Shooting range. The arrow flies wild.

Stop Practicing (ao3) - KittyViolet kate/america E, 3k

Summary: Kate wants her favorite bow back. But America knows what she needs.

Talk to Me (ao3) - laceymcbain clint/phil E, 11k

Summary: The first words Clint ever remembers Coulson saying to him are "talk to me."

Trick Shots (ao3) - subjunctive clint/kate T, 2k

Summary: Clint can't back down from a dare. And Kate's tone is very daring.

We'll Haunt This Place (The Two of Us) (ao3) - ElloPoppet clint/steve, bucky/sam E, 25k

Summary: Huh. Captain America showing up at his farm unannounced in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon with a suitcase. Somehow, not the strangest thing to ever happen to Clint. Not even the strangest way he had been woken from a nap, honestly.

Where Home is Tonight (ao3) - samalander clint/kate T, 4k

Summary: "Look, when I say I'm not from around here, I don't mean I'm from Jersey. I'm not supposed to be here. And I won't stay long. But-- but I wanted to meet you. See if you lived up to the hype." "Girl," Clint says, his arrogance somehow more pronounced by his youth, "I am the hype."

Or, Kate falls off a building, and lands in a place where time moves differently.

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