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abilouwrites · 3 months

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Hihi I was hoping I could request enemies to lovers Zuko x fem!reader?

The reader is a traitor to the fire nation and can bend fire (also a street peformer before she joined the gaang? 👀) 💕💕

Omg getting a request just made my day I love these!!!

I hope you like it 🫶🫶🫶

YOURE STILL A TRAITOR

Id like to say that my life is good, that I’m happy where I am but I’m not. I’m upset and frustrated; but most of all I’m living on the street, preforming stupid acrobatic tricks just to feed myself. I’ve left everything behind. My family and wealth but most importantly someone I never wanted to live without.

I’m upside down when I see them; soft flames coming from the soles of my bare feet. Resting on my forearms and twisting and contorting my body.

“You.” A teenaged girl approaches me and I turn right side up, “you’re a fire bender aren’t you!” She says, “what’s your name?”

“Uh” I stare at her and smile nervously, “y/n Huǒ” I repeat slowly, and quietly. People of the fire nation know the traitor I’ve become outside the walls of the fire nation. Meeting the avatar, going against my friends for his life. All because I believed in something greater than all of this.

“I know you” a boy says, bandana around his forehead, “your grandpa, Yújìn. I know- or knew him” He says

“Oh.” Realization hits my face, “you’re the avatar!” A short girl slaps me.

“Wow way to tell everyone!” She retorts, god are little kids sassy.

“You could teach Aang firebending” Katara says, it’s hard not to know someone’s name when there’s wanted posters all over town.

“I’m good at fire bending but I’m no master” I say, “I thought Prince Zuko abandoned the throne to teach you” I ask

“Well he’s uh.. learning a new way to firebend” Toph laughs a little and I smile awkwardly.

“I don’t bend very traditionally” I reply, “but if it will get me off the streets I guess why not” I stand up straighter and brush my hair out of my face.

“You brought that back?!” Zuko shouts, we’ve had a long history. One that includes a betrothal, and a knife to the gut. He looks at me with disgust which I’m not surprised at.

“I’m a girl. Not a thing!” I cry out, “the only reason I’m here is because Aang needs a firebending teacher because you suck!” I scoff out at him, there’s fire burning in his hands but I never raise mine.

He groans at me, “you’ve always been like this! Even when”

“Zuko I don’t want to talk about that” I warn, there’s a plea in my voice but he accepts that, “it was a long time ago”

“Yeah like it was that long ago” he sasses and I roll my eyes.

“Zuko!”

It doesn’t take long for things to settle down; I’m essentially useless now that Zuko has gotten his bending back. Even if he did it how I told him to do it all along but whatever.

The bickering still happens, and I want to throw a knife at him but part of me still loves him. I didn’t hate being betrothed to him as much as I thought I did.

“Did you ever miss us?” I ask him, “after you were banished. I refused to Azula to give away your location and then the Avatars when you wrote me” I confess, “so I left”

“I think. At first I did, but I don’t— I don’t think we would’ve worked together. We fight all the time. I hated you at first. And you hated me” He admits, looking down slightly. He sighs heavily

“Yeah. I guess. But I didn’t really hate- hate you” I admit, “I missed you. I liked knowing you”

He nods, “I did like knowing you too, you’ve changed so much. I mean your fire it’s pink” he laughs

“Maybe it’s from my bubbly personality” I tease, he laughs

“You. Have a bubbly personality!” He laughs and it’s so good to hear, “you were so shy, like if I sneezed too hard I would scare you”

I smile softly, “I’ve changed so much sense I was twelve” my hair falls around my face and he tucks the loose strand around my ear

“What now that you’re fourteen?” He teases softly, his hand lingers behind my ear. But he removes himself quickly.

“Zuko. Im fifteen” I remind him, it’s embarrassing when he says he knows how my heart flutters and I feel weak in the knees.

“I remember, once you turned eighteen we would’ve” he looks away with a blush on his cheeks

“Yeah. Gotten married” I laugh, and I keep laughing because the thought of getting married feels so small and childish to the war we’re supposed to be preparing for.

He laughs; rolling laughs that make me keep laughing. My laughs turn short and wheezy before his face straightens, “are you ok? Can you breathe?” His face turns to me and he smiles seeing my smile. It’s a smile that makes my cheeks hurt and heart race.

“As the Prince of the fire nation. I’m supposed to hate you. Because you’ve betrayed our nation. But as Zuko. As your Zuko. In this moment I don’t feel anything but hate. I feel love for you. A fire that I never want to put out” he tells me, scooting closer to me. I let him cradle my face, “I never hated you”

“I never hated you either” a weak laugh escapes me but he kisses me before it truly develops. It’s a kiss that devours me whole, wrapping itself into my heart and soul.

“If we make it through this. Let’s make good on that betrothal”

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silverwolf-108 · 1 year

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Yandere TF141 + König x Fem!Reader

Summary: You the new recruit of military, you dream to become a military. The higher ups found you fascinating and amazed seeing your skills and beauty. But they saw you being held by your ex, they plan to kill him from touching their girl.

Warning: Strong language, violence, obsessive behavior, possessive, blood

Y/n POV:

I stand in straight line of military men’s, wanna know why? Because I’m a military too. Reason why I’m here is because my grandfather is a military too. I was amazed the story he told me when I was little, he talk about himself that he save dozen of people from the enemy, take down down the enemy base, and stuff like. I wanna follow my grandfather footsteps because military are amazing. They serve homes and save people lives from danger.

“Attention!” The men who is the boss of military ground shout as we all stand straight “Alright rookies! Today the higher ups are gonna teach you how to be a soldier! Seems like they’re coming right now.” We look up see a helicopter coming down. The helicopter landed on the ground as the door slide open, coming out are five mens. “These man’s are Task Force 141! What ever you fellas do, don’t let your guard down! Understood?!” We shout ‘Yes Sir!’

“Alright rookies, let’s get to practice.” The man with fish hat and cigars said. He pick few mans and tell them what group they be before he pick next. All mens are now in their groups and for me, I’m in the Ghost group. I heard he’s a lieutenant that the mens talk about before we got pick. They say he’s a mysterious and serious guy.

“Alright you punks, let’s go for a target range.” We follow him as we headed to the target range where we practice to shoot the enemy. We listen to Ghost explaining about the target we need to aim to shoot the enemy. The mens take their turn to shoot the target. Some of them miss and some of them didn’t miss.

I stood in front that it’s my turn, I held my gun taking a deep breath to calm myself. One of target appear, I quickly shoot it as another appear. I shoot every target that appear fast and didn’t even miss one. After I’m done shooting I turn around and see all mens stares at me, even lieutenant Ghost stare at me too.

Next is crawling under the bar wires, it sound hard but I had to get through it. I crawl under the bar wires and ignore the stain of wet dirt on my military uniform. We did few practice and training and it was like an hour. I didn’t give up that easily, I had been training a lot since I was a teenager because I wanna train my body before becoming a military.

After we finish training and practice we head to our cabin to get some rest. I head to the girls cabin because here of the military ground we have our own separate cabin. “Y/n!” I met by a hug of my friend, Nina. Nina is a friend of mine, we went in same high school and became great friends. She told me she wanna be military too because her father died in war two years and wanna be just be like him.

“How’s your first time?” She ask. I told her it was great and easy. Nina told it was a bit difficult but I told her never give up and never let your father down. It gave her motivation because I see fire in her eyes. We hit the shower, dry ourselves, change into our pajamas, and went to sleep.

Narrator POV:

“What?! That woman went every practice training well and didn’t think it’s hard?!” Soap said. “Yes Soap, she didn’t think it’s hard. She never gave up.” Ghost explain. “You know I really wanna see that woman skills.” Gaz said sitting next to Price. “S-same.” König join in.

“What’s her name?” Price let out puff of smoke “Her name is Y/n L/n. She is a rookie but somehow she take things well.” Ghost told him. “Hey Price! Is it okay you pick her to my group the next day? I Really Wanna see what she capable of.” Price think for a moment. He puff out another of smoke and said “Okay Soap, I’ll pick her for you.”

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Next Day

You put on your military uniform in early morning before heading outside to get some fresh air. You sat on the wooden crates by the door listening to the birds chirping and stare at the sky. “Y/n L/n” you brought out your dagger from your thigh holster held it to intruder neck but you only met Sergeant Soap MacTavish .

You gasp quickly put your dagger back in holster “Sergeant MacTavish! I’m so sorry I almost hurt you! I thought you were-” she was cut off by his laugh “Don’t worry, anyway that was pretty cool. You got sense of danger. I’m impressed.” Soap grin. “Anyway I wanna say you did amazing yesterday. Ghost told me and the others that you were amazing. Tell me, why you join the army?” Soap ask.

“My grandfather was a military soldier so I follow his footsteps and I wanna become just like him. He had a history” you explain. Soap pat your shoulder “I see, well, your grandfather is gonna be so proud of you.” He gave you one last pat before he walk away.

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It’s been almost a year you train every impossible practice training on every morning and evening. You were getting the hang out it, being pick by one of the Task Force 141 members are not bad because they always treat the rookies some hard way to get them stronger for the war.

You pant heavily after finish running ten laps in the field and head to the cafeteria that is time to eat for lunch. You got your tray of food and sat by your friend Nina talking each other. You finish your food and head to the dirty pile that the tray should be put away but someone grab your waist made you drop your tray and brought your body closer to someone chest.

You look up to meet a guy, your eyes widen in shock only to meet your ex, Daniel. You and him were great couple back in high school but you caught him cheating with another girl at the hallway. You decided you don’t wanna see him and focus on your schoolwork. You got missed call and text message from him, when you saw him walk toward you, you show him the picture you took about him with another girl kissing each other. He was shock and try to make up excuses but you didn’t listen but slap him and walk away.

Now you see him again as a military soldier, you try to push him away but he held you tight. “Y/n listen I wanna talk to you.” He pleaded. “No! I don’t wanna listen to you after what you done to me since high school. If your girlfriend is here, go with her. Leave me the fuck alone!” Daniel try to hold you from breaking free but he was pull away cause him to let you go.

You look whoever is behind Daniel only to see Ghost and Gaz holding Daniel shoulders. “The lady said leave her alone.” You look over who’s behind you only to meet König, Soap, and Price. Daniel know who they are and he’s started to shake in fear.

“Take him to my office.” Gaz and Ghost nodded their heads and drag Daniel to Price office. “You okay?” König ask worry. You nod your head “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” Price pat your head “By the way, I check your results from training practice and we want you to be in our team.” You gaped in shock what you heard from him.

“R-Really?” He nod his head. You couldn’t help but hug him, Price didn’t mind and hug you back. You quickly pull back what you did “Sorry! I couldn’t help it!” Price chuckle “It’s fine. Now go back to your eating while me and my team are gonna have a talk with your ex.” He and his mens exit out the cafeteria. You hurry back to your seat and talk to your friend what happen.

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Price Office

The Task Force 141 stood front of Daniel who lay on the floor cover in bruises and scars. “W… what do you want?” He groan in pain. “You touch what’s ours.” Ghost growl. “And we don’t want you get closer to her.” König growl. “Who?!” Daniel yell. Soap knee down front of him “Y/n L/n” Daniel gasp in shock what Soap said.

“Her? Look what you saw is- Ah!” Soap break his wrist. “You don’t deserve her.” Gaz join in pull out his dagger and stab Daniel both ankles causing him to scream in pain. Daniel scream for help as loud as he can “Scream all you want but this room is soundproof.” Price puff out a smoke. Ghost and König join in too as they all work together killing Daniel.

#cod x y/n #cod mw2 #call of duty x you #call of duty x reader #könig mw2 #ghost mw2 #price mw2 #gaz mw2 #soap mw2 #yandere call of duty #cod x you #obsession

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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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hi, could i get jake sully x fem reader where reader gets hurt badly, like loses a leg, if your not comfortable with that then np<3 tysm

I Cannot Lose You

Pairing: Jake Sully x fem!reader

Summary: Reader gets injured on a hunt, jake is not ready to let go

Word Count: 1465

Warnings: slight strong language,

A/n: I hope this lived up to your expectations! Also thank you for requesting! Here is the fic! <3333

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This was not the situation that [Name] thought she would be in when she agreed to teach Jake Sully to hunt.

Ever since Jake Sully had fumbled into [Name]’s clans territory, he had been a pain in her ass. From the moment she saved him from being eaten by viperwolves, to the hunt they were currently on, Jake had been nothing but a Skxawng. Though throughout [Name]’s intense training and Jake proving to be learning very fast, he still stayed true to his promise of being an empty cup.

Which has led them to the situation they were today. Neytiri had told [Name] of the hunt and how it would be a great test of Jake’s training, as to hunt as one of the people was a great honour and showed great skill.

Now unfortunately for [Name], Jake Sully’s skills in hunting were not the problem. As anyone could guess, it was his idiocy.

As [Name] heard the familiar sounds of a Hammerhead herd, she quickly tapped Jake shoulder pointing to the herd she could now see in the distance between the trees.

“There. That is what we will hunt.”

“Hammerheads? But they are so big and there are so many!” Jake practically whined, a determind look quickly taking over his face.

“It is not easy, but I will show you how to kill.” [Name] stated, firm look in her eye as she watched the look on Jake’s face.

Rolling her eyes, she jumped how from off of the tree branch to a branch below. Jake following not far behind, albeit much less graceful.

Approaching slowly towards the herd, [Name] hid behind a tree, watching as Jake went to do the same.

She let out a slow breath before starting, “Be very calm, stay very still. We do not want to disturb the herd, we only want the one that is farthest from the herd. That one we will hunt.”

Jake looked around the tree quickly to see which of the Hammerhead’s [Name] was talking about. [Name] flicked him in the head before letting out a quiet hiss.

“I said quiet.” [Name] whisper-yelled. “Now follow my lead.”

[Name] began to slowly walk across a branch directly over the hammerhead they would hunt. She lined up her arrow, Jake following suit, taking a deep breath they pulled back the string creating tension as they carefully aimed at the target.

“Be careful not to alert the herd.” [Name] hissed quietly. Jake only took a deep breath in acknowledgement.

“Aim for the eyes.” She whispered, hardly any sound coming out of her mouth as she focused on the hammerhead.

Jake carefully aimed at the eye closest to him.

“When say ‘now’, we shoot. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now!” [Name] commanded.

Jake and [Name] fired their arrows at the same time, hitting both the eyes individually. The Hammerhead cried in pain, throwing it’s head back the hammer shaped head hit the branch the two were stood on. While [Name] had a firm stance thus staying in place, Jake did not, resulting in is fall. As Jake fell out of the tree and on to the ground beside the dying Hammerhead, [Name] yelled in fear and frustration. She quickly jumped down beside Jake where he was getting up slowly. His fall wasn’t very far, but it sure did make a noise.

A Jake got to his feet, he found exactly why [Name] standing in front of him protectively. In front of them was the entire her growling and gearing up to charge. She hissed at them and Jake could only stare at the herd seemingly about to charge.

“They won’t charge if you show no fear, they fear you. But I do not want them to fear us, we must get out of their way. Jake slowly walk behind the hunted Hammerhead.” [Name] explained as calm and clearly as she could, careful to not trigger the Hammerhead herd.

As Jake took steps back, he stepped on a stick, breaking it. That sound seemed to have echoed around them. The Hammerhead herd was quick to respond, running at full speed toward the two.

“Run! Run!” Jake yelled.

“No! Do not move!” [Name] commanded.

Jake stood still, remembering his past experience with this animal. After a moment the herd seemed to have lost interest, looking away from the two and continue eating the vegetation.

Jake let out a breath of relief and began to walk towards [Name].

“Damn, that almost was the end of us.” He tried to joke but [Name] wasn’t having it.

“You are like a baby! You are fumbling and bumbling around, are you out of you mind!” [Name] sighed, he was going to be the death of her.

[Name] climbed on the hammerhead, pulling out her spear from behind her.

“Oh come on. We are not dead though! And look! We got the game!” Jake tried, trying to ease the tension.

[Name] quickly stabbed through one of the pierced eyes, muttering a goodbye and a short prayer to Eywa.

“Come on, we have let the clan know so that we can make full use of this Hammerhead.”

It was just as they jumped down from the hammerhead when all of the hammerhead herd came running at them.

“Now we run!” [Name] yelled, starting to run away.

“What why now!?” Jake yelled in fear and confusion, following quickly behind [Name].

“They are not charging at us, they are running away!” [Name] yelled desperately.

“Shit” Jake swore.

The herd was encroching fast, the two could not out run the massive Hammerhead herd.

“Run to the side!”

“Where?!” Jake yelled back.

“Up that tree to the left!”

Jake looked to the left finding a large tree only a few feet away. Jake made a beeline, jumping on a low branch and climbing higher. He looked down to see if [Name] was close behind only to have find her at the bottom of the tree, leg bleeding violently.

“Fuck, [Name].” Jake swore again, jumping down to pick her up. He put his arms around her back and under her legs and jumped on the tree, trying his best to climb with someone in his arms. When he go high enough to be out of the way of the hoard, he took a closer look at the Na’vi in front of him.

A dumb look came over his face as he stared at her face.

She still looks beautiful even when she’s in pain.

A groan from [Name], brought him out of his head. He sat down on the tree and moved her so her back was resting on his knee. He observed the wound in front of him, it was bad, very bad. Ripping some vines from the tree, he tied the skin above the wound tight in hopes to slow down the blood flow.

Calling his Ikran, he held her close hoping that she wouldn’t bleed out on the way back. He looked down at her, and frowned.

“Please don’t leave me, I’m not ready.”

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When [Name] awoke, it was well after eclipse, the night life around her glowing. She found when she tried to move, a bolt of pain rippled up her leg. Her sudden groaning in pain seemed to wake up the avatar beside her for a moment before he fell back asleep.

[Name] rolled her eyes, of course he was sleeping.

The healer walked in moments later, seemingly having heard her pain.

“He has been here the whole time.” The healer began, cleaning up some of the wound before continuing.

“He wouldn’t leave your side even if we tried, and we tried.” She sighed. “He is a stubborn one.”

“That he is.” [Name] agreed softly, smiling at the sleeping body next to her. She lifted a hand to move the hair out of his face.

“You’ve got a good one there.” The healer added before walking away, [Name] swore she could she a faint smile on her face.

Just then Jake started to stir again, lifting his head and blinking his eyes getting used to the light.

Just as he saw [Name] was awake, he jumped up and gave her a quick run down.

“Fuck! You’re okay!” Jake beamed, throwing his arms around [Name], holding her close.

“I thought you were going to die.” Jake muttered softly, tightening the hug.

The hug was tight but it was also soft, a gentle touch like Jake was trying not to break her.

“I thought I lost you…” Jake whispered and [Name] would have missed it if she wasn’t so close.

After a moment, [Name] arms slowly came up to Jake’s back, holding him in place.

It wasn’t long before [Name] was holding him just as tight. A soft smile on her face.

Jake might be a Skxawng, but he was her Skxawng.

A/n: Thank you so much for reading! <3333

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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I loved your Minho x female reader so could I please request another one? So the main idea is Minho teaches the female reader how to fight so she can protect herself if its needed. And ya know there's some liking between those two building up and it includes some spice as well. I trust your writing skills to fill the gaps of this idea ;). Thank you so much

Oooo, I really like this idea, tysm for your request :)).

FIRECRACKER

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SUMMERY: see above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

WARNINGS: inappropriate language, violence, implied sexual content and spice.

"It's not happening, dude," you groan at Minho's clear reluctancy to listen to you.

The past few months had been rough. Rougher than usual. You were the only girl in the Glade- something you'd come to accept and live with fairly quickly, especially when the next Greenie came up and was male.

But now, every month, another boy came up in the Box, had a meltdown, then tried to flirt with you. It was like clockwork.

And you hated it.

It was like every person who joined the Glade saw you as some kind of trophy. And every single one of them, without fail, would try to hit on you at some point after their arrival. It would be a flex for them to have the only girl hanging off their arm and wanting their attention.

But that wasn't how it worked- and these dumb boys couldn't seem to work that out.

As more and more hormone filled teenagers joined the crowd, you started to grow more anxious. Sure, Alby has put some strict rules in place about respecting your boundaries, but if they decided to break the rules, then the damage would've been done before Alby could stop it.

You knew that the boys wouldn't dare do that, but with some becoming more pushy and their drunken flirting becoming less subtle; you knew you had to do something.

And that something was Minho.

No- not like that.

You wanted him to teach you to fight.

Minho's the best of the best. He always has been, for as long as you'd been there, at least. He's fast, strong, brave and completely and utterly stubborn.

That's the problem. Minho is a busy dude. He's one of the most resilient people in the Glade because of the traumatic shit he deals with on a pretty much daily basis. He wants to help you defend yourself, but he's also one bad thing away from collapsing from exhaustion. Not to mention, he thinks you're kind of hot, which could become a problem.

Kind of.

Not that that's anything new to you.

Minho's not like them- of course, he isn't. He respects your boundaries and treats you like he would any other Glader. Which is why you asked him in the first place.

Apart from Newt and Alby, Minho is grouped in with the few boys here you actually trust. You saw Minho as a leader with one-track-mind and you seriously admire his drive and determination.

You guys aren't exactly close. You're friends with Newt, he's friends with Newt, the Runners are also friends with Newt- damn, Newt's popular. Anyway, because of your friendships entangling with one another, you knew Minho pretty well.

Sure, he's irritating occasionally and talks too much, but he's got a good heart. And right now, that's what you need.

"Minho," you whine, following him towards the stone Doors. You'd managed to catch him before he ventured out into the Maze for the day, something you'd become incredibly good at timing. Much to his dismay. "C'mon, man! You want me to be able to look after myself, don't ya?"

"I'm sure you can manage that without my help- half of these shanks will be buggin' to help you out."

"Yeah, but I don't want them to help me; I want you," Minho stops in his tracks, trying to hide the slight smile playing on his lips and you take this as a hint that he actually might listen to you, "you know I don't trust these slintheads." You pause, rocking on your feet and shoving your hands in your pockets. "And," you drag out the syllable, "you know I'm not gonna leave you alone until you agree."

You're persistent, alright. Something he admires about you. You're going to get what you want, one way or another.

Minho sighs, pinching his brow as rumbling fills the Glade. With you preventing him from following his cue to leave for the day, you flash him an innocent smile. He huffs again.

"Fine."

"Yes!" You exclaim, having a slight premature victory.

"Meet me tonight by the Map room once the Doors close. I got klunk to do and my job comes first. Once I'm done, we'll get started, okay?"

You nod, "Yes, Sir." He rolls his eyes and turns away, jogging towards the Maze.

"Wait, what about dinner?" You shout after him.

"Not my problem!"

So you went about your day, eagerly awaiting for Minho to get back to the Glade. You knew there wasn't much point going after him when he arrived because he still had shit to do. So you wait about fifteen minutes before making your way to the Map room.

The minutes feel like hours as you impatiently bob your foot up and down, leaning against the side of the wooden hut.

After what must've only been ten minutes, Minho emerges, though he does seem slightly shocked to see you.

"You forgot, didn't you?" You sigh and he shakes his head.

"No," he clears his throat, taking his trade-mark stance as he pulls down on his harness, "just don't know why you're so eager to get your ass kicked."

"I'm eager to learn, shuckface, and who says I won't kick your ass?"

"Lotta spark for someone who's begging for my attention."

You shove him. It's playful but still warning. You let Minho get away with a lot more than the other Gladers. Maybe it's because he's easy on the eyes and is too smart for his own good.

You'd never admit it to him, hell, you can barely admit it to yourself, but Minho is pretty. He's the definition of a pretty boy. The dude is stuck on a farm in a Maze full of monsters and he looks like he's broken out of a magazine.

It's unfair.

It's just a dumb surface level attraction, though. You don't know much about Minho apart from what you've seen in a group and what Newt's told you. But the boy is good-looking. Painfully so.

He leads the way, coming to a more open part of the field, but far away enough from the main civilization to not get disturbed.

It starts simple. Minho talks you through some basic self-defence moves. How to block and dodge- something that is basic enough, and you get the hand of pretty fast.

Minho knows you're observant and you learn fast, effortlessly copying him and managing to follow his instructions with little to no problem.

He swings at you, and you step back, letting his fist brush past you. He goes again, and this time, you block it, already feeling the bruises starting to form on your forearms.

"Not bad, Firecracker," you throw a sarcastic grin his way as you try to ignore his wicked grin. It definitely made you feel some type of way- that cocky smirk of his.

He lunges forward again and you go to block, only for him to grab your wrist and spin you around. He steps side-way, spinning himself and yanking you towards his back. He flips you over his back and you hit the floor with a thud.

You groan out, sharp pain lacing your spine as Minho cackles.

"You shucking.. bitch," you grunt, sitting up, your hands flying to your head in an attempt to stop your brain bouncing around your skull.

Minho just continues to chuckle as he kneels in front of you, his hand outstretched and you take it, letting him pull you to your feet. "I think that's enough for one day."

"Yeah," you mumble, "it might just be."

"Same time tomorrow?" Minho asks as you dust yourself down, fully back on your feet. You smile at him.

"Sure thing, slinthead. You wanna eat?"

You fell into an unusual routine. Minho would come back from the Maze, you would finish your job, then you'd go meet him and you'd fight for a couple of hours before raiding the kitchen and get shouted at by Frypan.

It was surprisingly fun, and over time, you noticed that you weren't waiting nearly as long for Minho to finish up his job in the Map room.

And you were getting good. Like, actually good. Your simple blocking and dodging had turned into full-out fighting. Minho's faster than you, obviously- he has years of training hanging over your head and can run for miles without even breaking a sweat.

The man has the stamina of a God. And even though you are improving, you doubt you'd ever be able to match him. But you're starting to give him a run for his money.

"That all ya got, Runner boy?" You hold you hands in front of your face, fists loose and guarding, one leg pushed behind you as your gaze holds on his.

It's tense. The competitive spirit only makes it even more so.

"Please," Minho scoffs, "I'm going easy on you." He darts forward and you swerve out of the way as you both make accurate and relentless hits at each other. It's more methodical than aggressive. You block him, he blocks you and it's obvious despite your training that neither of you have any intention of actually hurting one another.

He swings and you manage to avoid it, stepping to the side as he moves back away. In a last second decision, you move your foot behind his. He doesn't react fast enough and it catches, making him stumble backwards.

But not before he grabs you.

In a meaningless attempt for stability, Minho accidentally grabs fist fulls of your shirt, making you yelp and swiftly forcing you down with him.

You both land in a heap on the grassy floor. You're lay on top of him, your legs tangled together as you nearly swallow a mouthful of his shoulder.

Minho's hands fall from your chest as you both let out pained and slightly stunned grunts. Your hands go to the floor as you push yourself up, moving your leg from between his and swinging it over his thigh to make it easier to get up. You freeze when you meet Minho's gaze.

This looks... bad. Minho's face is mere inches away from yours, his breathing heavy, and you realise he moved his hand prior to try and stabilise you from falling further, meaning they're firmly planted on your waist. You also failed to notice that your other leg was already on the other side of him, so now you're basically sat on his crotch- casually straddling him.

You feel your face begin to go red. Minho's hair is dishevelled, a thin layer of sweat sticking to his forehead, and the tight harness acts like a corset in showing his defined chest through his blue, already tight shirt.

This looks like something straight out of a poorly scripted porn scene. What do you even do now? What is the appropriate move to even start thinking about getting out of this situation?

"Are you, uh, you okay?" Minho speaks, thank God, and you collect yourself.

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay- are you?"

"Mhm, yeah, but we should probably, uh-"

"Right, yeah," Yep. It would be a smart move to get off of him as quickly as possible. Not that you go about that in the right way. Minho cautiously takes his hands away from you, like if he moves slowly enough, you'll never notice they were there in the first place.

You sit up straight, so you're no longer hovering over him and in your attempt to get one of your legs up to stand, you accidently shift forward.

Now, in most normal circumstances, this wouldn't be a problem. You're sparing partners- things get physical sometimes. No biggie.

Except Minho is a touch-staved permanently-stressed teenage boy who has more frustrations and problems than a fully grown adult. And the only girl he can even remember meeting has just accidentally ground against his dick.

Not ideal.

His hands fly to your legs, forcing you to completely still. His jaw is tense, and his eyes flutter open. He notices the concern on your face and manages to mumble out:

"Don't do that. Please."

Please.

Since when did Minho ever use his manners? There's a certain rasp in his voice that goes straight to your core and your body feels on fire from embarrassment as you realise what just happened.

"Sorry," you squeak, moving as fast as physically possible to get up. You stumble to the side slightly, catching yourself and not daring to meet the Asian boy eyes.

He sits up, leaning forward as you extend a hand to him to help him up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to- yanno, I-I just-"

"It's fine," he stands without taking your offering, "let's just... just call it a day, yeah?" You give him a rapid and awkward nod. "I'm gonna," he clears his throat, throwing his thumb over his shoulder, "take a shower."

You watch him walk away. There's no way you're about to ask him if he wants to eat after that shit-show.

Minho thought that the cold shower would calm him down. He'd always been respectful; never joining in on the gross jokes or the staring, and he often told other Gladers to shut up or knock it off. The bare minimum, really, and he knew that.

But now, suddenly, that was hard. And that wasn't the only thing.

He understood teenage hormones and sexual frustration, he sure as hell heard enough about it from the assholes he lived with. And it wasn't uncommon for him to experience his own frustrations. But this? This is embarrassing.

You'd barely done anything. You'd been pulled on to him and then, what? Moved slightly? And he's reacting this way? Jesus, he felt pathetic using the cold water hammering against his nape to lower his blood pressure. He's better than this.

You weren't doing much better in all honesty. Except, you're not as good at keeping your mouth shut.

"Please tell me you're joking." Newt sits across from you, his face in his hands and his elbows resting on the table in front of him.

"I didn't mean to!" You whisper-yell between mouthfuls of bread. You'd approached Newt before, face burning, on the verge of tears because you thought you'd just fucked up your blossoming friendship with Minho. Newt's first move was to feed you. You'd calmed down since.

Though it was embarrassing explaining why you were so upset- especially since the whole ordeal was kind of, well, you didn't want to admit it, but it was hot.

"God, he hates me," your hands also go to your face and Newt holds back a laugh, resulting in it coming out as a strained snort. "It's not funny!" You throw a stray piece of bread at him and he swats it away.

"It kinda is, mate," you glare and Newt drops his hands to his lap.

"He looked so uncomfortable! I don't think he's gonna forgive me, man."

"Trust me; he's gonna forgive you," you blankly look at your companion, "look, from what I've heard, the problem probably comes from him, uh... enjoying it."

"But that doesn't-"

"Bloody hell, let me finish!" You immediately silence, your mouth closing like a trap. "But he's a nice dude- probably didn't wanna seem like a perv."

"Whatever," you brush off the thought, not wanting to get into that conversation right now, "I don't think I'll be training for a while."

And you were right.

It'd been radio silence on Minho's end, and you were too awkward to change that. Newt became very much piggy in the middle for the next few days, but he quickly had enough.

You had been moping around because you'd started to actually like Minho. You enjoyed being around him, and you liked seeing the looser, more free version of himself he became when he was teaching you.

Minho had apparently been more snappy too. The Runners were being pushed to their limits this week as Minho became more demanding and frustrated with himself, resulting in pushing it on them.

"Talk to him," you'd been staring into the flames of the fire in the middle of the main area for about fifteen minutes, contemplating that yourself. "Please, for the love of God, just talk to him."

Newt hovers over you, standing behind the log you're sat on. He'd spoken to Frypan about it, who had told him he'd been letting you guys get away with stealing his supplies because it was rare for Minho to be so joyous.

And that's when it clicked for him.

"No."

"Shuck it," the blond lets out a frustrated groan, "if you don't talk to him, I will and that'll be a lot shuckin' worse for ya." You finally look at him, a warning glare. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He grabs your sleeve pulling you to your feet. "Go, now."

"You can't tell me what to do." You shove him off and he rolls his eyes.

"Actually, yeah, I can- it's my job. He's in his hut. Go. Now."

You huff, giving him a 'seriously?' type of look before he jolts his head to the left, silently telling you to move.

You dramatically turn, stomping away and walking in the direction of Minho's place of rest. As you progress, your footsteps become lighter. The nerves start to build up in your stomach and your anger at Newt suddenly seems so small.

You suck in a deep breath, shaking your hands as you glance at the ground. You can see flames dancing in between the cracks of the poorly constructed building, but you can't make anything else out apart from shadows in the candlelight.

You force your fist to hit the oak before you have the chance to take it back. Newt's right; this is dumb. And far too petty considering everything else you have to deal with on a daily basis.

There's no response.

So you knock again.

"Shuckin' hell, give me a damn second-" Minho rips the door open, startling you, and you jump back slightly. "Oh. Hi."

"...Hi."

Minho stands, tall, shirtless, slightly damp and with a towel in his hand as he dries his hair. He's clearly just gotten out of the shower and only bothered to sort himself out once in his room.

Terribly inconvenient for you.

"You good?" He's surprisingly casual, draping the towel around his neck and holding either side, just like how he holds his harness.

"Uh, yeah," you clear your throat and force yourself to look at his face, "I was just wondering if you wanted to keep training me?" Minho raises his eyebrow. Honestly, once he opened the door, your mind went blank.

What exactly were you meant to say to him? 'Just talk to him' is incredibly vague.

"Uh, I thought you didn't wanna do that anymore?"

"I mean, I didn't say that, did I?"

"No, but you haven't shown up at the Map room for a couple of days- I just kinda figured."

"Oh, right..." This was your fault? Of course it was. Minho had assumed you didn't want to after your unexpected interaction and had taken it at face-value. And when you ghosted him, he assumed he was right. "I didn't think-"

"But if you wanna keep training, then I'm down."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, cool," you grin at him, "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah," you push your lips into a thin line before turning around and walking away.

That wasn't that bad.

Things were going to go back to normal.

Sike. Of course they weren't.

Your fighting sessions picked up easily enough, but now there was something else. Everything went fuzzy when he stood too close, or when he put his hands on you to correct your fighting stance. Which only made you lose focus and become sloppy, which only led to more physical contact.

It was a vicious cycle. Yet, a welcomed one.

People started to notice, too. They caught Minho staring at you more, and the way you'd change your demeanour the second he joined a conversation.

But you didn't want to make things weird again. Well, weirder at least.

That was until Minho decided to teach you to tackle. An odd decision on his part, all things considered, but you agreed nonetheless.

For the most part, it consisted of you barging into him from the side at high speed and almost always resulted in sending you both flying and landing separately, several metres away from one another.

"Come on, you can do better than that," Minho encourages you.

"Dude, everything fuckin' hurts, man," you grumble, composing yourself again.

"Suck it up, sweetheart, you wanted to do this."

You growl at him, teeth bared like an animal. "Fine." You charge towards him with no warning, clashing into him.

It easily knocks him down since he wasn't even trying to stay on his feet, but this time you hook your arm around him.

You both roll, bodies connected and close and after a couple of turns, he lands firmly on top of you. Not wanting a repeat, and wanting to use some previously learnt methods, you react.

You go to kick his legs from beneath him as he kneels to give you the upper hand, but he predicts this, blocking you with his other leg.

You try to shove him instead, but he grabs both of your wrists. It's effortless, smooth and incredibly dominating, holding both your arms against the dirt with one arm.

"Okay," he mutters, mainly to himself, "this is something we definitely have to work on." He's referring to the vulnerable situation you're in- something he's meant to be teaching you to fix.

But you're too distracted. A lot of his body weight is on you, not all of it because he doesn't want to crush you, but enough for you to feel him. His arms bulge out of his shirt and you watch the muscle flex as it holds you firmly in place. Oh God.

You stare at him, completely hypnotised as the setting sun breaks free over the Maze walls and bounces off of his tanned skin, creating a golden effect. His long eyelashes fan as he seems to be examining the position you're in so he can figure out how to tell you to get out of it.

His eyes flicker to your face, and he suddenly tenses. Your slightly parted lips and deep breaths make his brain short-circuit. He's got to get off of you.

He moves to do so, but before he can, his grip on your wrists becomes loose, and you lean in, pressing a kiss against his lips. It's gentle and nervous, completely taking the Runner by surprise.

You pull away when he doesn't reciprocate. You don't know what came over you. You acted completely without thinking, like some kind of instinct captured you.

Your eyes widen- the dizziness of his closeness evaporating.

"Oh my God," you stutter out, your head resting back on the ground, "Minho, I'm so sorry. I didn't think- shuck, I'm sorry!"

"Don't be," his voice is barely above a whisper as he leans back in. Your noses brush against one another as his grip tightens again.

He's testing the water; seeing whether or not that was a dumb mistake you just made or if you accidentally just showed him what you wanted.

He smells almost sweet, a mix of the soap sent up in the Box, his sweat and plants from rolling around in the grass for the past hour. It's intoxicating. He's intoxicating.

You connect your lips to his once again. It's deeper this time, gaining almost an instant response from him. It's still short, though, as he pulls away for a second to look at you.

"Shit," he mumbles into your mouth before you connect for the third time, this time your lips moving against each other, becoming more sloppy and desperate.

Minho is a surprisingly good kisser for someone with so little experience, and you let him take the lead, copying his movements as your mouths mold into one another.

He lets go of your wrists, instead using both arms to stabilise himself, and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around the back of his neck. Your fingers run through his hair and he shivers at the contact, humming into you.

He, completely instinctively, rolls his hips against yours, causing some much needed friction to the last couple of tense weeks. You whimper quietly, telling him that he's doing something right at least.

Bucking your hips up into his, you feel him harden against you and he brushes his tongue against your bottom lip.

Your tongues meet, slipping into one another's mouths, somehow even closer than before. His hand travels down to your leg, grabbing your thigh and hiking it higher, almost hooking it over his shoulder so he can move more.

It's all getting heated very fast, especially when your hand drops from his shoulders and slips under his shirt, forcing it to expose more skin as you dig your nails into his back. This earns you an almost moan, more of a grunt, but it still sends butterflies through your lower stomach.

"What the shuck?" Someone shouts from a fair distance away, "Jesus! Get a shucking room!"

Minho breaks this kiss, glaring at the Glader before looking at you and grinning, the bright red state of your face bringing him great amusement.

"You know," you start, dragging your finger down his chest, "that isn't such a bad idea."

"What isn't?" He raises his eyebrow slightly. What are you talking about?

"Getting a room," your bashful gaze avoids him, but your blown-out pupils and puffy lips are more than enough to convince him.

Minho doesn't even hesitate to climb off of you, yanking you to your feet with him and throwing you over his shoulder. You shriek, and he barks a laugh as he starts to carry you in the direction of his hut.

"You've done it now, Firecracker.

Woo, another request done. I guess writing for Minho is kinda becoming my thing, huh? Not that I'm complaining.

Let me know what you think and whether you like it, he's definitely a fun character to write for. Requests are still open :))

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Truth or Dare

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Okay so I've had this idea for a while, but I just had no idea how to really execute it. So huge thanks to the anon that suggested the truth or dare premise. I love you! I hope you guys enjoy this one. This is also my first time really writing Ao'nung where he's involved in the story so go easy on me lol. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Metkayina!Reader x Lo'ak x Ao'nung

Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, P in V, Oral (F receiving), Train, Squirting, Intense Orgasms, Creampie, Alcohol, (kinda) Manipulation, I think that's it

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: A game of truth or dare takes a turn when Ao'nung confronts you about a rumor he heard.

When the Sully family first arrived on your shores, everybody was weary of them and their presence. While Jake was basically a living legend with his status as toruk makto, everybody knew that him being here meant that the sky people wouldn’t be far behind. Nevertheless, Tonowari granted them uturu. Ao’nung and Tsireya were in charge of teaching the kids everything they needed to know to live here and you would tag along since Tsireya was your best friend.

The early days were rocky to put it lightly. The Sully boys and Ao’nung had a hard time getting along, which was entirely Ao’nung’s fault with his constant and unprompted teasing. You hated that part of him.

Even though Tsireya was like a sister to you, your feelings for Ao’nung were…more complicated. You had a crush on him for years, but you couldn’t deny that he had some irritating qualities about him. Usually, he only acted like that when he was with his friends. It was like he felt the need to show off for them. It was exhausting. And right around that time was when you started to actually take notice of the Sully brothers. They were so different from everything that you had grown up with. Their skin was a darker shade of blue, their frames were much more slim to help them maneuver through the forest more efficiently, thin tails, amber eyes, completely braided hair instead of any loose curls, and no tattoos to be seen.

Your curiosity had been piqued already by just their physical appearance. But as you got to know them, your interest grew. Neteyam was charming and traditional. He took training very seriously and you would often try to get him to loosen up and have a little fun. Lo’ak on the other hand was full of surprises. He was funny and adventurous. You enjoyed spending time with them.

Over the last couple of years that they’ve lived here, you’ve all grown close, even with Ao’nung. The Sully kids adapted to your ways quickly and they’ve become upstanding, respected members of the clan.

Tonight, you are all sitting around a fire on the beach drinking like you would do often when you all had some free time. You all laugh and joke and talk for hours under the night sky. Eventually Kiri announces that she’s ready to turn in for the night and Tsireya follows suit behind her leaving you alone with Ao’nung, Neteyam, and Lo’ak. The precarious position you’re in right now is lost on you, but not Ao’nung. He sees this as the perfect opportunity to have a little fun with you.

“How about we play a game?” he suggests with a sly grin.

You raise an eyebrow at him since suggesting games wasn’t usually his thing, but you were curious to see where this was going. “What game?” “Truth or Dare.”

“Alright, who wants to go first?” you ask.

You all shift your gazes around at each other for a second before Lo’ak decides to raise his hand and volunteer.

“Okay, Lo’ak, truth or dare?”

“Truth, hit me with your best shot.” He turns his nose up showing off his confidence in his choice.

You try to think of a good question to ask him, “Are you a virgin?” You’re not sure why that was the question that came to mind, but you put it out there now so you have to stand by it.

“Nope.” He winks at you when he answers and Neteyam swats his arm to tell him to behave.

“No real surprise there, I guess” you say about to take another sip of your drink.

“Guess you would know, huh?” you hear Ao’nung mumble next to you.

You turn to look at him with a questioning look, “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I mean, guys talk. And I’ve heard a thing or two about you is all.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly while Neteyam and Lo’ak watch on.

“Alright, my turn to ask. Truth or dare?” Lo’ak asks you.

“Truth.” “So is it true? What all the guys say about you?” Neteyam hits Lo’ak again. He can’t believe that Lo’ak would actually ask you such a thing.

You don’t take any offence to the question, though. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?” you laugh a little to yourself taking another swig of your drink.

“I would, actually.” Ao’nung speaks up. “See, I think you’re all talk. And the stories I’ve heard? I think they’re just that, stories. There’s no way you’d be able to handle a real pounding.” Ao’nung knew exactly what he was doing. He was challenging you. Testing you to see how far you’d go to prove him wrong. He’s always known how to manipulate you into doing what he wanted. And you weren’t stupid. You could recognize the manipulation from a mile away. But you could never stop yourself from playing right into his schemes. And this time would be no different.

“Please, I could take all 3 of you if I wanted.” You scoff. You’re mostly bluffing, but you’re feeling emboldened by the alcohol. Your words make Neteyam choke a little on his drink across from you.

Ao’nung leans closer to your face with a devilish look, “Prove it, then. I dare you.”

Your jaw clenches while you mentally wrestle with yourself. Were you really about to do this? Just to prove a point? What point were you even trying to actually prove? But you didn’t want to back out now. Fuck it.

“Fine. Who wants to go first?” You look between the three of them and each of them have a different expression on their faces. Neteyam looks borderline horrified at the suggestion. Lo’ak is in disbelief. And Ao’nung looks smug as hell. “I’ll do it. Doubt you’ll actually see it through though” he taunts. He stands to undo his loincloth while you do the same.

Neteyam and Lo’ak are wide-eyed at the scene unfolding front of them. “Bro, is this for real?” Neteyam leans over and asks Lo’ak not fully believing what he’s witnessing. “Bro, I sure hope it is.”

You lie on your back and let your knees fall open to expose your glistening cunt. Ao’nung has a quick flash of amazement run across his face before he replaces it with his signature sly grin. “So wet already. Is that all for me?” he teases while rubbing his tip through your slick.

“You wish. This is for our audience.” You retort and shoot a wink to the two brothers watching in disbelief. Both of their faces are flushed, but Lo’ak’s eyes are already staring at you full of lust. Your eyes snap back to Ao’nung when he starts to sink into you.

Your mouth falls open feeling the way he stretches you. Truth was, you had only had sex once before. It was stupid and didn’t last that long and you both agreed to not tell anybody about it. Clearly, you were the only one that held up your end of the agreement and that’s part of the reason you’re even in this situation right now.

Ao’nung was much bigger than the other guy and the fullness makes tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes, but you fight to hold them back. By the time he bottoms out inside of you, your fingers are digging into the sand beneath you trying to steady yourself while you adjust to his intruding size.

“Damn, so fucking tight. You sure you’re not a virgin?” he’s trying to tease you, but you can see how his breathing starts to stagger. He sets a slow pace steadily thrusting into your heat. Your eyes close feeling his hips roll into yours. The pain quickly subsided and left only pleasure in its wake. Soft moans leave your lips feeling how he grazes your sweet spot. You lock your legs around his waist pulling him impossibly closer to you. “Oh fuck, right there.”

Ao’nung can’t take the sound of your voice. It’s driving him crazy to watch the way his cock sinks into you over and over again. He had secretly wanted this for so long. To have you right now, hair splayed out, eyes rolling back, and sweet moans leaving your mouth, it’s more than he can bear. He buries his face in your neck breathing in your scent and letting it cloud his senses.

You look over at Neteyam and Lo’ak relishing in the feeling of being watched. Neteyam has a hard time holding his eyes on you, but Lo’ak is completely tuned in and stroking himself through his loincloth. His eyes don’t leave you for a second. Something about knowing that he’s watching you be used and knowing that he’s touching himself just dying to be inside of you turns you on even more. It makes the growing knot in your stomach tighten even more, just seconds away from snapping. “Oh shit…I’m gonna cum.”

Ao’nung sits up on his knees and throws your legs on his shoulders to angle your hips up and drill directly into your sweet spot. “Ah!..Ao’nung ha-ah….I’m cumming!” your head falls back and your hands desperately search for something to grab onto while your first orgasm washes over you. Ao’nung grunts above you feeling how your walls clench him even tighter and now he’s nearing his own high.

Once you ride out your high, he pulls out of you and strokes himself over you until he cums on your stomach. It’s hot and thick, but the feeling grounds you back into reality. Both of your chests are heaving trying to catch your breath.

You look up at him while he’s composing himself, “Told you.”

He chuckles lowly, “Don’t start talking shit just yet. You still have 2 more to go.” He grabs his loincloth and starts to redo it.

Lo’ak practically jumps from his place in the sand. He’s been eager to get his turn since you first agreed. It was almost painful how hard he was. He unties his loincloth and even you can notice how big your eyes get. His cock springs to life already rock hard and oozing precum. The length and girth are completely different from Metkayina men. Suddenly one of your friends’ words make sense to you now. ‘It’s always the skinny ones that surprise you.’ Guess she wasn’t joking.

He watches your face in amusement. He knew he was blessed and he had no intention of being humble about it.

“Alright, how do you want m—”

Before you can finish your thought, Lo’ak had already flipped you over and hoisted your hips up into the air. “Just like that.” His hands slide up and down your thick thighs and his calloused fingers grip the plush of your ass. He grips and spreads and smacks just relishing in the view of your arousal dripping down your legs. He feels like his head is spinning.

You prepare yourself for him to enter you, but instead, he uses his tongue and licks one long stripe from your clit up to your dripping hole and tongue fucks you. Now, this was a completely new sensation. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before and it was like heaven. “Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.”

Little squeals and mewls fall from your mouth while his tongue pokes and prods inside of you. His hands continue exploring your ass and spreading you open even more for easier access.

Once he’s had his fill, he sits up on his knees and aligns himself with your hole. You feel the tip poke at your entrance and suddenly there’s lightning shooting through you as he rams his entire length into you at once.

He gives you no real time to adjust as he starts pounding into you. “Shit, man you weren’t kidding. She is fucking tight.” He’s pulled into a trance watching the way your ass bounces back against his hips. Your moans are loud and shameless. He reaches a new depth that feels like he’s poking into your stomach. It’s almost too much, but when you look over at Ao’nung and Neteyam, the way Neteyam starts to bite his lip listening to you and Ao’nung is casually stroking himself watching you, you can’t even be bothered to think about anything else but how much you want them to watch you more.

“Haah…more! More Lo’ak!” you breathlessly plead. Your body starts to move on its own throwing your hips back into him to meet his thrusts. You’re trying to push him even deeper into you which would normally hurt, but in the fog of your desire, it gives you nothing but satisfaction.

Lo’ak leans forward and reaches around to start rubbing messy circles on your clit. “Ah! Fuck!” The stimulation makes your whole lower body feel like electricity.

“Yeah, cum on that dick. Just like that.” His breath is hot against the shell of your ear and your body starts to shake under the force of your second orgasm. It’s too much to contain and you can feel an even more intense feeling taking over you right at the very peak. “Shit shit shit!” You have no time to get any more words out before you squirt all over Lo’ak’s lower body and hand. His fingers on your clit rub back and forth spraying your juices everywhere while he still pounds into you chasing his own high. “Ah! Lo-ak! Fuck!” Hearing how your voice calls out his name pushes him over the edge. He quickly pulls out of you at the last second and pumps his fist up and down his shaft until his hot cum spills onto your back.

Your legs finally give way and you fall into the sand. Lo’ak stands and pulls his loincloth back on. A dull ache starts to settle in your core from all the abuse it’s taken, but you harden your resolve knowing that there was still one more. You all turn to look at Neteyam and his face flushes feeling put on the spot. If you were being totally transparent, Neteyam was the one you were most curious about. Unlike most men his age, he didn’t go around bragging about his size or his sexual conquests. He has always been more reserved when it came to that kind of stuff. He was a wild card. You didn’t really know what to expect from him.

“Come on, bro. You’ve got to. Swear you won’t regret it.” Lo’ak says lightly slapping his shoulder.

He hesitates and stumbles over his words trying to pick whatever he feels like is the right answer. While he speaks, you notice the huge bulge under his loincloth. You muster all the strength you can find in your body and crawl over to him slow and sensually. His eyes lock on you and he watches as you get right between his legs and play with the knot on the waistband of his cloth. “Come on ‘Teyam. Come play with me.”

He swallows hard while you untie his loincloth and free his throbbing cock. His size may be the most impressive. It’s similar to Lo’ak, but slightly skinnier and about an inch longer. Your subconscious panics a little thinking about how it was going to fit inside of you. Lo’ak was already crowding your cervix when he was inside of you, but your conscious mind has already decided that you’re just going to have to make it fit.

Your hand strokes his dick experimentally watching his expression intently. He holds your gaze while his breathing gets quicker. The two of you don’t say a word, but your eyes say everything. You silently ask him if he’s okay with this and tell him it’s fine if he’s not. But he gives you the go ahead to continue finally giving in.

You carefully straddle his lap and grind your cunt against him and coat him in your slick and the remnants of your last orgasm. His hands rest on your hips while you grind on him. “We’ll just take it easy, okay?” you say gently to him and he nods.

You lift your hips and catch his tip right on your entrance. You lower yourself down on him slowly to help ease him into it, but also because your hole is so worn out from the previous beatings and you need to take his size slowly. Inch by inch he reaches deeper and deeper into you until you could swear he’s knocking on the bottom of your lungs. It’s almost hard to even breathe by the time you make it all the way down. He watches your face trying to make sure that you’re okay and he’s not hurting you. You have to bite your lip to hold back the soft sobs that want to escape from the twinge of pain. You just have to push past this discomfort and then it’ll be fine. That’s how it goes. Slowly, you start to rock your hips back and forth on top of him. From the way Neteyam’s eyebrows knit together, you can tell he feels good and that helps you to relax and start to feel good too. You guide his hands to grip your ass, “It’s okay” you whisper to him. You let his hands grip you and lead your hips to where it feels best for him. Soon, he starts to let his hips buck up into you and it’s overwhelming. “Haah…oh fuck Neteyam…” your head feels dizzy while he strokes up into you. He’s much more gentle than Ao’nung or Lo’ak and, for now, you thank Eywa for that. Your hands grip his braids and hold his head close to your chest where Neteyam kisses and licks and sucks on every single inch of skin he can see. His big arms completely wrap around your waist to hold you in place while he ruts into you faster and harder.

“Shit, just look at how good she takes it. Maybe those rumors are true.” Lo’ak says to Ao’nung somewhere behind you. You almost forgot you had an audience and the thought of them watching as your ass bounces up and down on Neteyam’s dick sends you into a frenzy. Moans and curses weave together as they leave your mouth losing yourself on top of Neteyam. He lets out low, guttural groans feeling your heat hugging around him perfectly. Even in his best dreams, he hasn’t imagined you feeling this good. And he dreamed about it a lot.

That knot is growing in your stomach again and it’s back with a vengeance. “’Teyam, I-I’m gonna cum!”

“Shit, me too.”

You cling onto him for dear life trying to chase that high. You don’t bother to get off of him when he says he’s going to cum. All that matters is reaching that euphoria. When the knot snaps, it breaks with the force of a typhoon. Your mind goes completely blank and your vision spots with white dots, but your body moves on autopilot still rising and sinking on his cock. “Hng..shit..” Neteyam can’t hold off his own release anymore with the way your walls are squeezing him and he spills everything he has inside of you.

The fire in your core damn near sends you over the edge again, but you finally feel yourself fall back into your body as you come down.

Both of you are sweaty and clinging onto one another while your minds clear the lustful stupor you both got caught up in.

Neteyam helps lift your hips up just high enough so that he can pull out of you. The emptiness makes you wince, but you’re relieved. You fall back into the sand and stare up at the sky while the night’s events race through your head.

Ao’nung slow claps off to the side of you. “I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d be able to do it, but I’ll concede. You proved me wrong.”

Bullshit. He never cared about being proven wrong or right. And you knew that, but you couldn’t find it in you to give a damn.

A wide smile split your face and you turn your head to look at him.

“We should play this again some time.”

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN DARLINGSSSS (Here’s a treat)

~Modern time~

Dutch has invited The Gang and The Neighborhood to his nice Halloween party at his mansion, if you will. It’s an amazing party. People are all dressed up, and Uncle and Lenny get absolutely turned up; dancing on tables, drinking until they can’t think! This party is an absolute riot.

John regrets bringing his child to this party because Abigail is gonna scold the hell out of him all the way back home. Abigail is more concerned; she doesn’t know what to think about Hosea THROWING it back on Dutch. Jack, man, is having the time of his life in his little Woody costume, bouncing to the music. He really liked “Thriller.”

Charles is sitting on the couch, waiting for this party to end; he’s the car ride home, so he has to stay sober. But he’s having a blast watching his husband, Arthur, paint little kids’ faces. That was something special to him. Arthur was having a rather difficult time trying to paint this little girl’s face to be a unicorn. “Are you sure you don’t want anything else, sweetheart?” The little girl shot him a look, “No.” Arthur frowned and did his best to paint a unicorn onto her face, then sent her outside to play with the other kiddos. “That was a shitty unicorn, Charles.” “I know,” said the other, chuckling.

Kieran was assigned as the ‘baby watcher’ for the night outside. While he’d much rather be inside with the grown folks having fun, toddlers were great too. At first, there were 5 kids; then, it became 10. Now, there were 25 children, aged 3 to 7, outside. One man, 25 babies. “Mary-Bethhhh!” he called for his wife. Suddenly, Kieran was struck by a zebra-glitter-vomit, horse-girl holding a pool noodle. He stared down at the crotch goblin and simply removed the kid’s weapon. “Get on.” The girl squealed and ran off quickly, giggling. “Kieran? You called?” Mary-Beth made her way over, looked at all the kids, and then at her husband. “I see the issue.” “Help me.” He grabbed her hand.

Javier was standing to the side, watching Jack dance. “What are you doing?” Jack looked at him. “I’m dancing!” He stared down at this kid, “That is not how you dance to Thriller at all.” Javier shook his head and took Jack’s hand, “Let me show you.” He pulled him out to the living room and proceeded to teach him the Thriller dance. Jack was having so much fun. John watched and laughed quietly, deciding to join.

Dutch grabbed Hosea’s waist and laughed, “Now-Old Girl, we haven’t danced like this since our wedding night.” Hosea turned his head and stared at him. “Oh yeah?” He leaned all the way back against his chest, “that’s probably because half the time you are watching football.” Dutch scoffed and rolled his eyes, “The Alabama and Auburn rivalry is something super interesting, two teams from the same state fighting.” “Over a ball.” Hosea said monotonously. “No, Hosea, over power. Football is a sport of love!passion and power!” “It’s just a ball people run around with and ruin their legs for, and the coach is old.”

“NICK SABAN IS A HANDSOME MAN,” Dutch crossed his arms, truly offended. “Take that back, Hosea.” Hosea just shook his head and went to find whiskey; he’s gonna need it. “OLD GIRL!”

Molly and Sean were staring at each other, holding something in their hands in the dark. “I’m the better Irish,” Molly spoke softly. “No, Molly, I am.” Sean pressed a button, and a whirring sound started, and a blue light slowly made its way down the saber. Molly hit her button, and a green light made its way down. “I’ll tell you now, back down.” “Aye, over my dead body, Sean.” The two leapt at each other, whirring sounds filled the air along with really cool zapping sounds. “WHOOP HIS ASS, MOLLY!” Sadie called from the sidelines, laughing. Karen laughed as well, “Don’t go easy on him, Molly.” Sean scoffed loudly, “AYY, Karen, you’re my wife, supposed to be on my team!” “Nope.” Molly took her saber, spun, and hit Sean’s side. Sean slowly looked at Molly and dropped his saber. “You’ve beaten me.” He dropped the lightsaber and slowly walked back, holding his side, tumbling a bit. “Damn you, woman…Damn…you…”.

The boisterous party dragged on into the late hours of the night. As the clock’s hands found their way closer to 12, the Neighborhood folks and their children made their way back to the sanctuary of their homes, leaving the gang to sprawl out wherever their drunken bodies would allow. Silence crept its way into the depths of the night, and when the world seemed to finally start to awaken, with the gentle kiss of the sun’s warm beams, a horrified scream of shock and despair filled the air at precisely 9:45 AM:

“DUTCH IS DEAD!!”

Starting up a new chapter a murder mystery

(I lied it was a trick)

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jodithann827 · 2 months

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One Night Stand (Revised)

6/13

Rated X (this chapter is general)/ Ao3/ @today-in-fic

Monday, March 10 1993

J. Edgar Hoover Building

Dana Katherine Scully takes a deep hesitant breath as she boards the empty elevator, pushing the button for the basement level, watching it light up like a light bulb. She closes her eyes and licks her lips, a noticeable habit when any type of nervousness overtakes her. She compares the descending elevator with the possible descent of her career in her head, at least from the rumors she hears swirling around Quantico. She’d just been given a new assignment. No more teaching. No more Quantico. Field work. Actual fieldwork. With a partner. Fox Mulder. What kind of a name is Fox anyway? Perhaps a family name? Nothing like starting with a male partner whom she would undoubtedly have to prove herself to as an agent simply because she’s a woman. Nothing like a change to her job description to turn her world upside down. It seemed like she had only just gotten into a routine when bam… new routine was needed. She leans back into the far wall of the elevator, her eyes closed. She can do this, make it work. She always welcomes a challenge; but when her work schedule changes, it means many people need to adjust. However, she knew the day was coming, and as she told her parents, she’d be expected to do fieldwork at some point in her career. Thankfully they supported her, as they saw how happy and fulfilled she feels with her work.

The elevator hits the bottom floor and along with it, her stomach. She gets off and hesitantly looks around, glancing around one corner, and then the next, attempting to see which direction she should head. It’s certainly not much to look at. Shelves that haven’t seen the better part of daylight in what looks like years are filled with boxes covered in dust, filled with files from who knows when. She heads down the hallway, looking for the office of Fox Mulder. She spots it at the end of the hallway, the door partially closed. She closes her eyes and takes a calming and reassuring deep breath, wanting to make the best first impression possible. She gives a firm, but quiet knock on the door. A muffled voice answers, “Nobody down here but the FBI’s most unwanted…”

It’s suddenly as though the sky decides to open and drop a ton of bricks, or rather several tons, onto her. That was a voice she would never forget as long as she lived, a voice ingrained in her mind; one that she could pick out of a lineup. It can’t be. This is not happening. Of all the people, of all the jobs, of all of the offices. No, it can’t be. She takes a long, deep breath, and slowly and hesitantly opens the door. She’s at a loss for words. He’s facing away from the door, looking at a set of slides. He looks the same; save for a pair of glasses that she can view from his profile. Time stands still. Walking away isn’t an option since she is already in the office, in his space. She quickly calculates in her head that she has roughly 1.3 seconds to figure out what to say. She opens her mouth but words escape her. She’s in complete shock. Nope, shock didn’t even begin to cover it, she muses. She takes a deep, grounding, breath.

As if it all happens in slow motion, the man, Fox Mulder, turns his chair and looks to see who graces his presence. His eyes grow wide. His hand raises to the side of his face, slowly taking off his glasses, staring at the figure in front of him. Dumbstruck, that’s the only word Mulder can think of. Time stands still for about 2 minutes, neither knowing what to say and neither thinking they could talk, as if talking might break the bizarre moment they find themselves in. Dana swallows her shock first.

“William…” is all she can get out.

“Dana…” is what he can stammer.

Swiftly, something snaps in her head and Dana defaults into her professional mode. Extending her hand to him she says, “Agent Mulder, I’m Dana Scully, I’ve been assigned to work with you.”

J. Edgar Hoover Building

“Pick up the phone” Dana states harshly into her cell phone, as if her sheer will would allow the person on the other end to pick up. She paces outside the front of the Hoover building. She’d left the office roughly ten minutes prior, stating that she needed to pack, and saying she would see Mulder the next day at the airport. “Come on, pick up!” she shouts again, frustration littered across her face. A few agents and other personnel walking by pause to look at her. She tucks some hair behind her ear, attempting to gain some composure.

“Hello?” a quiet voice answers.

“911. I need to meet you, now. Starbucks on 8th,” Dana says, hanging up the phone as soon as the words leave her mouth.

Starbucks

“Dana, what is going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Ellen says breathlessly, as she joins her friend at a small corner table. She takes in Dana’s appearance and immediately envelopes her in her arms. The minute she feels safe in the cocoon of her friend, Dana bursts into a waterfall of tears. Dana Scully never cries, as she’s an intensely private person, which tells Ellen that whatever her friend encountered, it’s more than serious. Almost to the point of hyperventilating, Ellen guides her to a chair, whispering, “Dana, honey, whatever it is, it will be okay. Have a seat. Did something happen to Ahab, your mom?” Ever the best friend, Ellen bends down in front of Dana, eye level, and rubs her hand in into Dana’s shaking ones.

Scully shakes her head at Ellen’s questioning. “No, my family’s fine. I saw him , Ellen.” She manages to gulp the last sentence out of her mouth, attempting to compose herself. Her body had gone on the defense earlier and only now was she finally reacting to her morning. Ellen’s eyes crinkle, as though she’s rapidly thinking. After a heartbeat, her eyes bulge, like tea saucers, suddenly registering Dana’s words. Opening her mouth, then shutting it again, attempting to form the words in her brain first.

“Wha… whe…ho…” she stammers, still unable to complete a thought. Though Dana doesn’t mention a name, Ellen knows without a doubt who her friend is talking about. It had taken Dana weeks to get over her one-night stand from years ago, and when she finally had, she found out she was pregnant and all of the thoughts and feelings surfaced again. She stands, knowing Dana’s okay, for the moment, and takes the seat across from her.

“William and I had more in common than we knew. Remember I told you he worked for the government, but he never told me what?” Dana pauses, waiting for her friend’s understanding to kick in. All Ellen does is nod, still in shock.

“Surprise! He’s an FBI agent,” Dana says, flatly. Ellen’s open palm flies to her mouth like metal to a magnet. Her eyes go wide again in disbelief. All Dana can do is nod.

“Wait a second,” Ellen ponders, “weren’t you supposed to get your new assignment today…” she drifts off, finally connecting the dots. “Oh Dana…” she adds.

“Apparently William is his middle name. Fox William Mulder and he is my new partner,” Dana manages to say before a fresh round of tears spring from her eyes.

“It’s ok Dana, it’s going to be ok,” Ellen reassures her, taking her hands in her own from across the table.

“Of all of the jobs…” Dana states, shaking her head, once again in disbelief.

Ellen looks at her friend with a small smile. “Maybe it was meant to–

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, El,” Dana quickly cuts her off. Her voice is level, but stern. “My life is finally together. I’m in a great place. I’m doing well. I’m finally on my own, without my parents. I have a set schedule. I knew that was going to change with fieldwork, but now, on top of changing everything, I have to work with him . What do I even say to him?” She quickly starts hyperventilating again.

“The truth,” Ellen suggests, knowing the look Dana will bestow upon her. As if on cue, Dana glares at her, like Ellen grew three heads. “Well, why not?” Ellen feigns innocence. “Dana, it’s not like he was some guy you were with who up and left you. You, two consenting adults, had a one-night stand. You decided that that is all it would be.

“Yeah, but Ellen, you know that it wasn’t that easy for me,” Dana admits, softly.

“It took you weeks, hell months, to get over him. He got into your head. I know, I was right there beside you, holding you up through it all” Ellen remembers.

“Oh my god, what do I tell my parents?” Dana asks, unexpectedly thinking about them.

“Why do you need to tell them anything for now? He’s your work partner. They don’t have to know,” she reminds her, then adds, with a sly smile, “So, how did he look?”

To this, Dana grins, momentarily flashing back to that one night. “Like not a day has passed,” she tells her friend. “Same hazel eyes, same beautiful smile. And of course, we didn’t talk about it. Side-stepped it completely. We got right now to business…” Ellen’s eyes gleam with excitement, but Dana add, “The case Ellen, we got right down to talking about our first case.” Ellen smiles, seemingly unconvinced.

“You’re not going to be able to ignore the elephant in the room for long,” she says.

Dana ponders this, knowing her friend is right. “What the hell do I say? Hi, WIlliam whose real name is Fox. I know we had an amazing time together and I struggled to get over you, even though I thought it was for the best, it wasn’t. I wanted to call you but then it was too late. Oh, and by the way, I got pregnant with your love child.”

Smirking, Ellen replies, “Well, I wouldn’t put it like that. Look, Dana, you don’t have to tell him anything you don’t want to. Maybe use the opportunity of this case to feel him out… figuratively, not literally,’ she says, eyes gleaming. “Where is your case taking you?”

“Oregon,” sighs Dana.

“Perfect,” Ellen assures her. “That is a nice long flight for the two of you to catch up. Remember, he has no idea what went on or what you went through these last few years. In his eyes, it was a one-night stand almost 3 years ago, one that, might I remind you, was your choice. I’m sure a lot has happened to him since too. I know probably not nearly as much as you’ve been through, but still,” she adds when Dana gives her the Dana Scully patented eye-roll.

“I wouldn’t change the outcome, El,” Dana insists.

“I know,” Ellen says, standing, needing to get back to the office. She hugs her friend tightly. “Go, get to know who he is now, and just go from there,” she heads for the entrance, then turns to her friend. “Remember, Dana, I am just a phone call away, no matter what time. If I need to jet out to Oregon to kick some ass, just let me know and I will kiss Rob and Trent goodbye and come save you.” She finally gets a genuine smile from her friend.

“Thanks, El,” Dana replies, her face conveying a bit more relief than when she first entered the coffee house.

Dana watches her friend leave. She takes a deep breath. She can do this… can’t she?

#now what #dana scully #fox mulder #the x files fanfic #x files #au fanfiction #msr #msr fanfic #one night stand #oh shit

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WORLD SWAP AU

warnings: slight scopophobia (fear of staring)

a/n: welcome to my funky lil au inspired by @aerkame and their ‘alive au’. i really like the idea of the puppets somehow ending up in the reader’s world and making their life ten times harder than it needs to be lol

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🌟 you were never a morning person so you always hit the snooze button the moment your alarm went off. you reached over like you usually do to your alarm clock but instead of the usual metal, you grabbed onto something soft and squishy like…felt? hold on-

🌟 you opened one eye only to come face to face with a little yellow puppet staring at you widely with a grin. it’s blue hair in your hands and nothing but staring between you both. time seemed to pause as you waited for your brain to catch up but then it suddenly spoke:

🌟 “…good morning, neighbour.” it smiled brightly.

🌟 you let out a screech that could burst eardrums and tried to put as much distance between you and this creature. you backed into the wall against the other side of your bed and just kept screaming bloody murder. the puppet was also screaming alongside you but it wasn’t scared, it was just copying you.

🌟 cut to a few minutes after and you are standing in your living room with all of the puppets crammed on your couch. they all came in varying sizes so it made their squeeze to fit rather difficult. the puppet who almost gave you a heart attack introduced himself as wally and then told you the names of all the others. the fact you even felt sane enough to sit and listen to them all talk over each other for your attention was a miracle. most people would have either fainted or gone back to bed in hopes this was just a bad dream.

🌟 for some reason, the shock of these living puppets in your home wore off pretty quickly. it was probably the idea of having to take care of them and the stress it would put you through that did it. no time to be in shock when your entire life needed to be rearranged.

🌟 none of the puppets could find a way to explain their situation. “one day we were playing, and the next we were here!” the one named sally exclaimed, using her arms expressively as she talked. it wasn’t like you were much help in this situation. you were just as confused as they were.

🌟 the rest of the day went by a bit chaotically. these new roommates of yours caused a lot of trouble. they didn’t know anything about the modern world apparently so you had to teach them like they were children. they asked about everything from the toaster to your toothpaste. curiosity was something they all didn’t lack.

🌟 keeping them entertained wasn’t a hard job. it meant that you could process your situation and figure out a way to send them back to where they came from.

🌟 frank was interested in your bookshelves. you found him reading pride and prejudice. the speed at which he read amused you greatly. they were practically flying through the pages.

🌟 you had to teach poppy how to use your kitchen. all she wanted to do was bake you a nice meal in thanks for welcoming them into your home — despite all the trouble it was going to cause.

🌟 you let julie try on all your clothes and have a fashion show with everyone. cleaning up after her was a haste but they offered to help clean up which was weirdly sweet.

🌟 wally had figured out how to use the tv but not entirely. you walked in on him watching static to which you asked “how long have you been staring at that?”. his response was “my eyes feel funny.”

🌟 sally has taken a liking to the random ornaments scattered around your house. she will randomly pick one up and come running to you to ask what it is. of course you’ll explain anything to her but it was strange that she didn’t know what a sea shell was…

🌟 eddie has started doing arts and crafts in bulk. frank said that he does it when he’s stressed. you’re not entirely sure how to relax him because it’s not like you can take a puppet to a spa or treat them to a nice meal-

🌟 barnaby has been following you around with perfectly timed jokes and sound effects. it’s starting to get on your nerves (especially when you’re trying to nap) but your hope that they’d soon return to whatever world they come from makes you tolerate it.

🌟 howdy hasn’t found something in your home he enjoys yet. he spends most of his time helping you with housework. his multiple arms and tall stature help when it comes to cleaning and reaching the top shelve. if you could choose any of them to stay it would definitely be him because he’s so kind and helpful — maybe you’d keep poppy around too because her meals are like heaven on a plate.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wh #reader insert #gender neutral insert #wally darling #eddie darling #frank frankly #julie joyful #poppy partridge #sally starlet #howdy pillar #barnaby b beagle #fanfic

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musewritingsforyou · 9 months

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The Void

Summary: The pack races to save a girl from her own father

Warnings: swearing, blood, guns

Word Count: 4.3k

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Episode Two: Part Two

y/n Pov

Stiles and I were reluctant to give away what we knew about where the twins had been hiding. We haven't really found out on purpose, it just sort of happened when we were driving around one day. We saw the twins' bikes outside Derek's apartment. And then we drove by on purpose… more than once. The bikes were always there.

Stiles slid open the door to the large and simple apartment. For the amount of people that love there and come in and out, you would think it would have more stuff in it. Lydia walked down the steps first, scanning the room when she got to the bottom.

“They said they would meet us here.” Stiles and I stepped down to both of her sides. We didn't even have a moment to react before two shadows reached out from behind the doors, barely visible.

“Jesus! Scott, are you okay?” I called out when I saw that they had rushed him, punching him square in the jaw. Before he had a change ro respond they threw him in our direction, stiles pulling me to the side before he hit the ground. There was nothing we could do but watch helplessly as they beat him. As cocky as the three of us can get- especially when put together- we know we could never match the strength of a werewolf. When Scott was thrown against a wall for a second time I reached out on impulse and grabbed Stiles' arm.

“Stiles.” I pleaded but he shook his head and winced as Scott got hit again and again.

“Stiles, please!” I said, begging him now, tugging on his arm. Still we did nothing.

Scott dropped to the ground, curled up on his side. There was blood dripping out of his mouth, sputtering in bubbles when he winced. He opened his mouth to let out a cough before speaking.

“I thought you guys were going to teach me how to roar.” he had to spit blood out of his mouth after speaking.

The twins were hovering over him, giving him a merciful break from the hits. “We are. You do it by giving in.” Ethan spoke and Aiden continued, “giving in and letting go. That's how deucalion taught us control.”

Lydia flinched as Ethan leaned down and grabbed the collar of Scotts shirt, hauling him upright with barely any effort. I tugged on Stiles’ arm again, and this time he spoke.

“Hey you know, it's funny. I've actually tried something like this on him before. Except I used a lacrosse ball and a heart monitor instead of… ya know, my fists.” he grimaced and shuffled on his feet. “But you're right, beating the living shit out of him is probably better.”

Scott shared a look with Stiles before turning his attention back to the twins. “That's actually the plan?” he asked, “you kick my ass?” the boys nodded before responding.

“You're afraid to turn. We're going to make you.”

I scoffed a little, “Sure yeah, seems like a great plan you've got going.”

They started to taunt Scott. Flashing their eyes at him and circling him like predators as he bent in half from the pain. I tried to step forward but was stopped by a hand on my arm.

“You’ll only make it worse.” Lydia said to me, holding herself with her other arm.

They were pushing him back and forth so quickly it was making me dizzy, throwing and pushing and taunting him, over and over and over again. Finally there was a light in Scott's eye. He swung. But just as quickly as he had recovered, they were on him again, two punches for every move he made. Scott was back on the ground with Aiden standing above him.

“You need to become the monster. Become the beast. Become everything you're afraid of!” Scott got to his knees and swung again but it was too slow, too sluggish. He was just pushed to the ground again.

“Stiles I don't know how much more of this he can take.” I said, turning to him, “he can't turn right now, he isn't healing like he should be.” Stiles looked at me and nodded. In the background Scott was on his knees on the floor, coughing blood in large drops.

“I know, I know.” Stiles said, chewing on a thumb. “Fight back Scott, come on.”

“What if I can't control it? What if I can't turn back?” Scott was staring at the floor, blood covering his mouth. He was shaking just with the effort of not fully collapsing to the floor. After the twins responded there was a moment of silence. Scott looked to the floor and took a deep breath before forcing himself to his feet. He wiped the blood off his mouth crudely before charging at the twins. I had to look away.

“Stiles, this has to stop!” I said into his shoulder. He was shielding me from it, trying not to let me look. But I could hear punch after punch after punch. The sound of the blood hitting the ground. Still holding my head to his shoulder, Stiles extended a hand and shouted to them.

“Enough!” he paused, looking over at Ethan. “You need to stop him!” Ethan walked over to his brother and grabbed his hand mid punch.

“What? I thought we were helping him.” his brother paused.

“You help too much.” there was an unspoken message in his eyes, a conversation between the two of them that the rest of us were not privy to. But I didn't care. All I cared about was that this was over. It was done. And none of us were any better for it.

Stiles, Lydia and I slowly approached the table where Scott was laying on his back, still covered in blood. He turned his head to the side and spit out a glob of blood. Stiles nearly puked. I continued walking until I was at his head, slowly taking a hand and placing it under his skull.

“Scott?” I asked quietly. His eyes were open but not looking at me. “Scott, are you okay? Can you hear me?” he nodded slightly. “Okay, good.” I looked over my shoulder at Stiles who was leaning against a wooden post with his hands over his face. Lydia was still standing beside me. “Hey Lydia?” She stepped closer and I turned my head to look at her. “Would you mind standing right where I am for a minute? Just keep your hand right here-” I placed hers over mine behind Scott's head, “and don't move for a minute, okay?” I slipped my hand out from under her's and waited for her to shift positions.

I gently removed Stile's hands from his face. His eyes were a little bloodshot. “ We need to get him to the jeep, and I need to assess him a little.” Stiles nodded. “I'm worried he might have a concussion, I really don't know how fast he's healing right now.” Stiles nodded again and I placed my hands on his arms.

“Was that a really dumb thing that I just had him do?” he asked me, glancing over my shoulder to Scott and the twins at the far end of the room.

“You were just trying to help, Stiles. He’ll be just fine.”

“And Malia?” he said, eyes widening, “what if he can't do it? What if he can't turn her back?”

“Then we will figure something else out, find someone else to do it.” I rubbed both of his arms as he heaved a sigh.

“Come on, it's late and we need to drive him home.” Stiles nodded.

“He’ll be fine, right?”

“Yeah” I sighed “we’ll all be fine.”

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y/n POV

Eventually with the help of the twins we managed to get Scott into the jeep. At first we insisted we didn't need or want their help, but logistically we just couldn't make it work. After I cleaned the blood off and made sure he wasn't about to pass out we all decided that he was probably healing fast enough for it to be fine. I still insisted we drive him home.

Stiles and I drove back to his place in silence. We were both so tired. And yet somehow I couldn't imagine sleeping. When we pulled in his dad was sitting on the couch, badge and gun on the table in front of him, some old cop show on the TV. He barely looked up as we walked in the door.

“Hey kids.”

“Hey dad,” Stiles said quietly, heading right for the stairs.

“Woah, woah woah. Hang on a second” Stiles sighed and swung back down, throwing himself into a recliner by the couch. I perched myself on the arm and leaned my head against his shoulder.

“Where were you two all day? I thought I would have seen you hours ago.”

Stiles and I shared a glance before he responded. “Oh just, uh, trying to figure things out for Malia, you know.”

“Malia the coyote?”

“Werecoyote. But yeah, her.” The sheriff sighed and finally turned his head. “Hang on. Why do you-” he pointed at me, “have blood all over your sleeves?”

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his forehead. I didn't even know I had gotten blood on me.

“Dad listen-”

“No no no, don't ‘listen’ me. If something happened you've got to tell me, it's the only way I can help!” He got up from his chair and squatted in front of the both of us. “Now, I know you've been tired and there are some not so normal things going on right now but-” he placed a hand on his son's knee, “you can tell me anything, both of you.”

“I know, dad. I know. We were trying something out, something we thought would help Scott. It didn't help him, he got a little hurt. Just a few scratches I swear, he'll be fine by morning.” The sheriff then turned his gaze to me.

“Is he telling me the truth?”

“As much of it as usual.” I replied.

The sheriff sighed again and rubbed his head, but moved back over the couch and sat down. “Alright then, good enough for me.”

Stiles and I got up and he took my hand as he led me up the stairs. Before we got to the top we heard his dad call out from downstairs.

“Get some sleep tonight. And no funny business.”

Stiles and I laughed, sharing a look before heading into his room. We went about our usual routine, closing the blinds, brushing our teeth. When I slid beneath the blue and white comforter a breath released from me. I spread out for a moment, taking up every inch of the bed before Stiles stepped in the room. He sat on the edge and pulled off his shirt and sweatpants.

“Move over, starfish.” I rolled my eyes, but moved to the side so he could get in. I was only on the other side for a moment before he reached over and grabbed the hem of my shorts, dragging me by the waistband to his side.

I nestled into him, resting my head on his warm chest and throwing my leg between his. He brushed a soft kiss to my head, running his hand in circles over my back. We stayed like that for a minute, just feeling each other until he stopped the movement on my back.

“What?” I looked up at him as he asked me.

“What do you mean, what?” I asked.

“Somethings wrong I can feel it. You're not falling asleep and your shoulders are all tense like you're thinking about something that's bothering you.”

I hadn't even known I was doing that. “I don't know. I mean- I just-” I huffed and continued, “there’s a girl in there, Stiles. A young girl who got trapped in that body. Not only do we have no idea what she's going to be like if we get her out, but we don't even know if we can get her out.” I moved my head to look at him. “What happens if we fail? I can't be the cause of some poor girl's death.”

Stiles looked at me for a minute, thinking. He resumed the movements on my back just as he opened his mouth to speak. “First of all, even if we fail, that doesn't mean she dies. And even if she died that in no way means it was your fault”

“I-” he cut me off before I could start

“Nope, you can't argue this one. None of this is our fault. We didn't ask for this, and we are only trying to help.” he moved his hand to my hip and squeezed. “We are going to figure this out, y/n/n. We are going to make it work.” I didn't respond

“So we make it work. Then what? What about you, what about Scott and Allison?”

“We find Derek, we find a way to close the door. One step at a time okay?”

I relented. Mostly from pure exhaustion.

“Hey.”

“What?” I whispered back

“I love you.” He smiled sleepily at me and I returned it quickly.

“I love you too mischief”

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Stiles POV

I don't remember if I slept. I never seem to these days anyway. When I finally decided it was morning I let y/n sleep for another hour while I lay there, head twisting around itself. If something goes wrong today, if one of us doesn't do our part, a girl could end up dead.

I lightly shook y/n awake. She mumbled incoherently and nuzzled further into my chest.

“Hey.” I whispered, moving the hair out of her face.

“No thanks” she whispered back.

I laughed and turned over, leaving her alone in the center of the bed as I slipped out on the other side. She groaned for a little while but eventually sat up, the night shirt I gave her riding up over her stomach.

“Is it really time to go already?”

I nodded, throwing on a shirt from my chair. “We want to get out there early, before the joggers go out. If he actually put traps around someone could get hurt.”

She siged and rubbed her brows, “we could get hurt”

“Yeah, we could”

She got out of bed anyways.

Our plan was to all meet up in the middle of the trail behind the highschool. We were hoping that as early as it was there wouldn't be any joggers on the path just yet. The sun was barely up. Scott, Issac, Allison, and Lydia had already made it to the halfway point when we arrived at the parking spot. The dew was still fresh, goosebumps raising on my skin as we started to walk.

“Took you long enough.” Issac called out when we got into sight.

“Someone was a little hard to get out of bed.” I said, rolling my eyes in his direction. y/n took a long swig out of the coffee mug in her hand and shrugged.

“I still think this is a bad idea.”

Allison was standing quietly beside Issac, chewing on her cheek. Lydia and y/n had a silent conversation with their eyes before walking over to her, each girl standing at her opposite shoulder. Lydia looked around and shook her head slightly.

“Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?”

Scott turned to her in seconds. “We are trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter.”

“Actually, we are trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote. Who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change-”

“Do you ever think before speaking?” y/n gave him a stare I did not envy. He stopped talking in the middle of his sentence.

“Did you bring it?” Scott asked Allison. She had stopped chewing on her cheek, the girls at her sides steading her. Allison reached put a hand behind Lydia to open her trunk, pulling the rifle out smoothly. I flinched a little. The girl still kind of scares me. She finally put the gun down at her side, still too close for my comfort.

After Allison pulled out the rifle form her trunk we all split off into groups to look for the coyote as well as the traps set by her father. y/n and I were sent on the walking path, doing a full circle as far as we could until either we find her, or someone else does. It would have been a nice romantic walk if it weren't for the whole, ‘looking for a murderous creature’ thing going on.

We had only been walking for a few minutes when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I was still so on edge that it made me jump and look around before I realized what it was.

“It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about that doll?” I asked my dad over the phone, speaking loud enough that y/n could piece together the information.

“I don't know, but listen to me, there are traps all over those woods. Near the trails, probably near the crash, and Tate is out there with a rifle. I want you to stay out of those woods you got that?”

I stopped fidgeting and looked up from the dirt beneath my feet.

“Stiles?” my dad and y/n asked at the same time. I locked eyes with y/n/n as I responded to him. Everything came together all at once. The crash site, the clothes, her father. The doll. That goddamn doll.

“Its the doll.”

“Stiles?” they both asked again. I hung up the phone, staring at y/n who had taken another step close to me when I stopped responding. I tried to explain to her what I meant, about it being the doll, but we both quickly realized that I actually hadn't put it together as well as I had thought. I kneeled down on the ground to think while she paced back and forth behind me.

“All right, but why would it go all the way to the school, and then all the way back to the house just for a doll.” I paused shaking my head. “One that was in the crash to begin with. We didn't even find it in the den.”

“So she likes the doll, what do you mean?” she asked me. I didn't really have an answer.

“Yeah, she likes the doll a lot.”

y/n paused her pacing, stopping directly behind me. I twisted around to look at her.

“What kind of doll was it?”

“Its a- I don't know- its a doll, you know? Creepy looking, dead soulless eyes?” she sighed behind me. “Actually I took a pic.” I got up to show it to her. She looked at it for a minute, pointing at Malia and then tracing her finger back to the girl beside her. The girl holding the doll.

“Stiles, she's not holding the doll. Her sister is.”

“I know what she's doing. I know where she’s going.”

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y/n POV

Stiles didnt take the time to explain to me what he was thinking before he picked up his phone again and dialled a number. I resumed by pacing nervously behind him, chewing on my fingernails as I tried to over hear both sides of his conversation.

“Scott, its me, you need to call me back as soon as you can. It wasnt Malia’s doll, it was her sisters,”

I stopped paying attention as he began to walk quickly down the path. I followed behind him, trying to keep up the pace with the coffee in my hand. I didn't even notice the metal in the ground in front of me until it was too late.

“The car wreck, she's headed to the car wreck.”

There was a terrible sound as the metal under my foot groaned. I finally looked down, my heart jumping into my throat. “Stiles?” I called out, my voice shaking.

“yeah” he shoved his phone back into his pocket as he turned around.

I was holding my breath, staring down at the tap that mercifully hadn't snapped shut on my leg. I watched as his eyes dragged down to where I was looking, finally seeing the glint by my foot. He rushed forward as I started to panic.

“Stiles!” I wanted to step off. I wanted to jump and run and get out of here. He threw out a hand as he rushed over to me.

“y/n do not move.”

He was standing right in front of me now, his shoes almost brushing the edge of the trap. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I needed to calm down. I needed to get myself out of this.

“Look for a warning label.”

Stiles shook his head at me, confused. “A warning label? Why would they have a warning label on this thing?”

“Because animals can't read.” I said, closing my eyes again to calm myself.

Stiles got down on the ground, holding my calf with one hand and placing the other beside the trap on the ground. He was whispering to himself as he searched until finally he found it. He stared and stared at the one spot of color until he finally looked up at me.

“y/n/n we've got a problem.” The sweat dripped down his brow. “I can’t read either.”

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y/n POV

My breath was shaking. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Okay. that's okay.” Stiles sat back on his heels, rubbing his face in his hands.

“Okay? What do you mean okay? Nothing about this is okay!” I held out my hand for him to grab.

“Stiles, you need to breathe. We can figure this out.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting go of my hand to kneel back down on the ground. “You don't need the instructions. When is the last time you ever used instructions, right? You don't need them because you are too smart to waste your time with that. So you can figure it out. Just figure it out.”

He didn't look at me as he wiped the sweat off of his face. I continued to breathe as slow as I could with my eyes closed. I could hear his ruffling the leaves around the trap, running his hands along all it's edges until he stopped.

“Okay. okay, here we go” My eyes flew open. He was still kneeling on the ground, his hand on something that looked like a little wheel. “You ready?”

I nodded. “I trust you.”

“Okay. here we go.”

In seconds I was off the trap, being pulled into his arms and away from the metal. A gasp made its way out of my lips as I realized I was still fully intact. Stiles arms were wrapped around me, my hands clutching the edge of his sweatshirt. I pressed the side of my cheek against his as we both stared at the now shut trap. Breathing heavily we turned and looked at each other.

“Lets not do that again, huh?” He said, holding the back of my head. I nodded, mumbling as I dropped my head to his chest. There was a sudden rumbling in the woods. The trees shifted and shook, the air seemed to hum. Until all of a sudden a sound reached us. A howl. Scott.

Stiles looked at me, smiling. “Now that's what i'm talking about.”

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Stiles POV

Not too long after Scott's call we made it out of the woods. I made y/n jump on my back as we walked. She made fun of me and joked about being heavy, but there was simply no way in hell I was letting her feet touch the ground after all of that. If someones getting their leg stuck in a trap again, it'll be me. At least she could read the warning label.

We found Scott and the rest of the pack by the cars in the middle of the woods. My dads cruiser was there too, off to the side. No other police cars were there. I could faintly see him over at the back, grabbing his extra jacket and draping it around a girl.

I stopped at stared at y/n. A girl. “It worked.”

“Oh my god it worked.” she said back. She flung herself back into my arms and gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek. The rest of the pack made their way over to us. Issac's legs were covered in blood, but other than that we were all relatively unscathed.

“You got her back.” I said to Scott, bumping him on the shoulder. He didn't say anything but just nodded, staring off into the woods behind the police cruiser. y/n, Lydia, and Allison had walked a little ways away, alternating between giggles of joy and raised eyebrows from what I can only assume is the trading of stories from our time in the woods. I walked over to my car, waving a hand at my dad who gave me a smile and a nod. We would be talking about this later I'm sure, but for now, we are alive and so is that girl. A girl who can go home to her father thanks to us.

y/n stepped into the passenger seat just a few minutes later, leaning her head back against the leather seat and closing her eyes. I looked out the window for a moment, watching everyone else get in their cars and leave. Finally, once everyone else had gone I put the car into reverse. And then I sopped. I sighed and shook my head.

“What?” y/n opened her eyes to look at me with confusion all over her face- as well as some dirt.

“Of course now i can fucking read.”

#werewolves #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi x reader #wolf pack #void #dylan o'brien #reader insert #series rewrite

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ミ★Just Say You Love me </3 . 24 - New Friends

--★ Kai’s friends roast him for not being in a relationship since he was 12. While Y/n tries to avoid getting into a relationship every week. One day Kai spots a familiar girl hiding in a tree finding out she was hiding from her 2nd confession that week. After hearing the university’s IT girl struggles Hyuka comes up with a plan.

Masterlist / prev / next

!!written parts!!

“Yeonjun, this is soobin, Beomgyu, and Taehyun” Kai introduced as the 6 sat around the table. “Nice to meet you guys” Yeonjun smiled but looked at soobin “dude you’re like really good looking” he added making Soobin blush “oh uh thanks man” Beomgyu playfully rolled his eyes. “Save it for the bedroom”

The boys chatted amongst themselves as you sat next to Kai admiring him when your phone buzzed shifting your attention. You look up to see your two best friends waiting at the entrance looking around for y’all. You stood up “Yeji!” You yelled getting her attention. The boys looked over at what you were calling at, and taehyun felt his heart fall out of his ass. “Yeji!” Yeonjun exclaimed happily waving, she returned the smile but caught the younger boy's gaze. “Oh uh” Yeji froze but Niki dragged her over.

“Boys this my best friends, minus you gyu, Yeji and Niki” you said as they all greeted the two while niki dabbed up Kai. “Here yeji you can sit next to me” Yeonjun told her pulling out the empty chair that sat between him and Kai’s friend Taehyun. While Niki took the seat between Kai and Beomgyu.

Taehyun tensed up as the girl sat down awkwardly. He quickly pulled out his phone.

“-And that’s beomgyu!” Y/n introduced. “It’s extremely nice to meet all of you, I hoping I’d get to know the people that made my y/n so lively” Yeji smiled brightly. Kai swore he felt the whole food joint swoon. “Yeah, that’s great! So um yeji what do you like to do in your free time?” Beomgyu asked “birdwatching?” He added but a kick to his shin made him groan.

“Oh um I catch up on school and work,” Yeji told him thinking “work?” Soobin asked confused “I thought all of you were rich or smth?” Beomgyu said earning a glare from Kai. “Well it’s more like volunteer work but I do get paid a tiny bit” Yeji clarified, “she works at a dance studio teaching kids how to dance” you told them as Yeji looked away embarrassed. “Yeah it kinda takes most of my time so I tend to fall behind in my school work” she nervously scratched the back of her neck.

“Taehyun tutors!” Beomgyu blurted out groaning again as a shoe hit his shin once again. Yeji laughed “yes I am aware, I’ve been trying to book a session with him for forever now” she exclaimed. Taehyun looked over at her “is that why you’ve been stalking me” he bluntly said making Kai choke on his drink as the juice came out from his nose. You wiped Kai’s face with a napkin while Yeji began to blush.

“Yeji what was that?” You asked, she fiddled with her fingers before sighing. “I’m sorry!,” she turned to taehyun and bowed “I didn’t mean to I was gonna ask you the first time. But then my stomach felt all weird and I couldn’t-” Yeji was beyond red. They all over at Yeji as she rambled on about how Taehyun made her nervous feeling secondhand embarrassment, ‘does this girl not realize what she’s saying?’ Niki thought sipping a juice box from across the table.

“-And then I couldn’t stop following you-“ she continued but Tae’s laughter cut her off “it’s fine! I’m just glad you weren’t trying to kill me,” he told her “if you want we can schedule a session soon” Tae added smiling at her. She gave him a goofy smile in return while Yeonjun pulled her chair closer to him. “Okay let’s order already!” Kai yelled putting his hands together.

#tomorrow x together #kpop smau #txt fluff #txt smau #hyuka x reader #huening kai #huening kai x reader #kpop #fem reader #fake dating

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Dragon Ball Super 113

And now we come to the best part of the whole series.

The opening of this episode is just the last few minutes of the previous episode, with Caulifla rescuing Goku just so she can fight him herself. So let me jump to the new part.

Caulifla’s had a chance to recover her strength since she and Kale beat all those Pride Troopers a while back, and now she wants to take on Goku, but not just because he’s an opponent. Goku’s the one who showed her how to become a Super Saiyan 2, and he told her about Super Saiyan 3, so she needs him to show her how to reach that form. With Cabba and Hit eliminated, Universe 6 is counting on her now, and she can’t wait around to figure out SSJ3 later. She needs to get stronger immediately.

And Goku agrees to help her, but he can’t transform himself because he’s still worn down from fighting Jiren. He assures Caulifla that he’ll catch up later, but he’s ready to fight her in base form.

So I fucking love this whole fight, because it’s a side of Goku we don’t get to see much of. Vegeta bonding with Cabba isn’t very special to me, because they’re Saiyans who lived their whole lives among other Saiyans. It’s nothing special to them. But for Goku, it’s rare to see him socializing with other Saiyans like this, without Vegeta being involved. So it’s awesome to see him mentoring two younger Saiyans like this who aren’t his kids. And so Goku can be this Saiyan version of what Master Roshi is on Earth: an older guy who understands how this stuff works. I mean, he’s taught people before, but he had the whole “alien warrior from the stars thing” on the side.

And this is a big deal for Caulifla, because she and the other U6 Saiyans never had the Super Saiyan Legend to inspire them. My take on these three is that they’re the strongest Saiyans of their universe, probably at least as strong as base form Goku was in Resurrection F. Remember, Cabba and Vegeta fought evenly in the Destroyer Tournament before Vegeta asked him to transform. So they’re plenty strong in their own right, but they’ve been missing this important piece of the puzzle, and now, at last, Caulifla can get her own instruction from the Legendary Super Saiyan himself, Goku.

In a perfect world, where Planet Vegeta wasn’t destroyed and Goku could have risen to his true potential and liberated his people from Frieza, this could have been his life. Teaching other Saiyans how to achieve his transformation, and how to go even further. I don’t think that’s something Goku has ever considered, and he might not even want such a thing. The life of a Saiyan messiah probably sounds boring to him. But I think about it a lot, and here, just this once, he gets a taste of that kind of thing. And he seems to be having a good time, even if it wasn’t his idea.

As for the fight itself, the story here is that Caulifla can’t beat Goku, even though she’s fighting as SSJ2 and Goku’s still in base form. Whis explains it simply: Goku’s a skilled martial artist, and so he can use those skills and experience to out-finesse Caulifla’s brawling.

To her credit, she does manage to hit him a few times, but Goku can still stymie her with old gimcracks like the Afterimage Technique. Caulifla accuses him of playing tricks, but Goku warns her that if she can’t handle things like Afterimages, then she’s going to have a hard time getting to SSJ3.

So she tries again, and gradually, Caulifla starts to adapt to Goku’s fighting style.

This sort of puts lie to what Whis said about Caulifla being a mere street brawler, but so what? She learns quickly. Goku didn’t expect her to master SSJ2 so quickly, and here we are. That’s why he’s taken an interest in her.

Soon enough, Caulifla has closed the gap, and she warns Goku that he’d better transform soon or he’ll be outmatched. Goku obliges.

Super Saiyan 2 Goku fgighting Super Saiyan 2 Caulifla. 2 Super 2 Saiyan. You love to see it.

So this puts some more pressure on Caulifla, so she whips out her signature ki blast, the Crusher Cannon. Goku’s surprised to see that she has a move like that in her arsenal, and he’s suitably impressed.

Look at this guy. He’s great.

Oh, wow, this episode’s only halfway through? This is how you can tell it rules. So much happens and we’ve still got a lot of cool shit left to cover.

So these two just put on a clinic. I love this fight so much. He’s like a papa tiger teaching his baby tigers how to hunt. Caulifla starts to get accustomed to fighting at this level, and Kale’s on the sidelines enjoying how much her gal is loving all of this.

So Goku invites Kale to join them, and Caulifla’s totally on board. They can learn Super Saiyan 3 together. Kale’s reluctant at first, but she can’t say no to the idea of fighting side-by-side with her true love.

So hell yeah, Kale is on board for this. Goku’s like “Okay, girls, start beating the crap out of me!”

Around here, the gods in the U7 camp start to question the wisdom of Goku fighting two Super Saiyans at the same time when he still hasn’t gotten his strength back. Krillin’s like “Sirs, have you even watched this show before?”

Seriously, Goku’s literally getting his power back as he fights. It’s beautiful. The problem the gods have is that they can’t see past the Saiyans’ team affiliations. Beerus doesn’t want Goku to get doubled-teamed by U6, and Champa doesn’t want Caulifla and Kale to get hustled by U7. What they fail to understand is that all three fighters get something out of this, so everyone wins.

Vegeta could explain it to them, but he’s busy and they wouldn’t listen to him anyway. But you’ll listen, so I’ll explain it to you. Is winning this tournament their only goal? They should all be thinking about the next tournament, and whatever else follows. If you’re Champa, you should be thinking about how cool it’ll be to roll up for the next competition with three Super Saiyan Blues on the team. And if you’re Beerus, you should be thinking that Goku’s a fucking miracle, because he got his ass kicked a few minutes ago, and he’s already getting back in the groove while he fights. Instead of constantly questioning the Saiyans and insulting them for their ways, maybe they should appreciate their talents.

So the girls start to pressure Goku, and then they bring out their heavy artillery: The POWER OF CHRISTMAS. Crusher Cannon plus that Green Shit.

And Goku can hold it off, but he’s gonna need a little something extra to get out of this spot, which was kind of the point of this battle. Because how are you going to advance beyond Super Saiyan 2 power unless you fight at a Super Saiyan 2 level?

Of course, this is Dragon Ball Super, so we don’t have the cool music for this, but I think our live band can accommodate us...

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I AM THE LORD OF THE WASTELAND

A MODERN DAY MAN OF STEEL

I GATHER DARKNESS TO PLEASE ME

AND I COMMAND YOU TO KNEEL

Caulifla and Kale are blown away.

“That’s metal as fuck!”

“Honestly, I was just going along with this to be supportive, but yeah, this is cool as hell!”

“I love you, Kale.”

“I love you too.”

Of course, Goku’s still not in the proper shape to maintain the form, so he drops back to SSJ2. But at least the girls got to see it. Satisfied, they plan to beat Goku and reach that level on their own.

But this gets Kale all amped up herself, so she tries to do her own epic transformation...

And now we’ve got full-on Berzerker Kale in this fight.

And Goku sure ain’t complaining.

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #tournament of power #caulifla #kale #goku #113-116 are the best episodes

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teetlestansecond · 1 year

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do you have any Shattered!boys x reader hcs lying around, perchance? 👀👀

i sure fucking do bestie 💅🏽💅🏽

shattered!turtles x reader

gn!reader, no real warnings, but some spoilers for the au! check out the fic here!

raph! ❤️

a very protective boyfriend lbr.

your safety is his top priority, he's gonna keep you safe at all costs.

after his nighttime shenanigans, he usually comes to spend some time with you in the morning before returning home.

sometimes he ends up taking a nap when he comes to visit, and you better believe he's gonna cuddle you the whole time. i hope you didn't have morning plans because they're just not gonna happen.

he was really excited to introduce you to mona, and she gave you one hell of a shovel talk, but you two get along quickly and raph is thrilled that his two favorite people get along so well.

he's very open with you and seeks out your advice on just about everything.

at the same time, though, he's pretty closed-off about his family. you know about mikey and splinter, but until the twins come back you have no idea there are more than two hamato brothers.

he doesn't sgart bringing you around the lair until things start to calm down, wanting to settle the tension in the family before you meet them.

he's so nervous about it, but you are quick to assure him that you're sure the family is wonderful. and you're not wrong, they're all pretty great!

it does take you time to really connect with blue in particular, but mikey and dee are sweet and splinter is happy to see his eldest with someone who makes him happy.

raph has taught you self-defense, but he doesn't want you to fight and does everything he can to keep you away from conflict.

he just loves you so much okay he wants you as safe as possible.

dee! 💜

dee never really thought about romance until meeting you.

you guys met while he was still living with draxum in the hidden city, and became fast friends.

it didn't happen right away, but when it did it hit dee like a truck. you two were just hanging out one night and the realization hit him like a truck - he was in love with you.

and it wasn't like dee spoke to his father, or anyone else really, about things like love, so he just proceeded to try and find ways to show his love without outright saying it. he thought he was doing a great job of hiding, but his stuttering and blushing and sweet gestures made things pretty clear to you.

so you finally took the chance and asked him out, and the rest is history.

dee isn't the most romantic as far as romantic stereotypes go, but he's sweet and shows his love in his own unique ways.

he's especially fond of spontaneous dates! he'll text you in the middle of the night asking if you're busy, and if you're not he'll convince you to go join him on little adventures. they're nothing crazy, sometimes it's just a trip to a human junkyard or the seemingly 24-hour ramen cart hidden away in the hidden city, but those trips are special to you both.

you definitely freak out when dee disappears with no warning, and get even more concerned when you learn that draxum has fled the hidden city, but a few weeks later your boyfriend pops back up - and he's not alone.

that's how you meet mikey, and the two explain everything. you're excited to learn about dee's new family, but you're mostly just relieved he's okay.

dee introduces you to his family one person at a time, before he actually invites you to the lair. you get along well with everyone, even if you were initially wary of blue.

but to be fair, blue absolutely threatened to kill you if you hurt dee, and you get the sense that he's serious. after observing the two of you together for a while, though, blue warms up to you.

similar to raph, dee teaches you self-defense, but he takes things a step further and gifts you with quite a few self-defense weapons.

the one he's proudest of is this swiss army knife with several knives and a taser.

is it a little overpowered? yes. but does he care? no.

blue! 💙

blue is a tough bad boy, okay? he doesn't do romance, he doesn't need a lover. he's a lone wolf.

he says that a lot. he is lying.

he absolutely has no intention of falling in love with you, but his heart acts before his brain can stop it sometimes and that's exactly what happened here.

he knows he should keep his distance, but he starts seeking you out on the nights he sneaks out, and the two of you slowly build a relationship.

blue may be the gruff and silent type, but you're one of the few people who can bring out a different side of him. when the two of you are together, he cracks stupid jokes and becomes a laid-back, easygoing person. it's a rare show of vulnerability, but he trusts you enough to share this version of himself.

miwa follows him out one night and surprises you both when she unexpectedly drops in, but she's immediately interested in getting to know you. the two of you become best friends, and love teaming up to cause problems for your poor boyfriend.

blue never talks about who he was before the battle nexus, and you don't push him, but when dee takes a page from miwa's book and follows him to your place, blue does end up telling you that he and dee are brothers. he tells you about the night dee got kidnapped, but doesn't share any other stories from his past for a long time.

then one day, blue shows up unexpectedly and tells you everything. you learn about his other brothers and how he ended up leaving and becoming big mama's champion in the battle nexus. you don't understand why he initiates the conversation until a few weeks later, when dee and miwa visit and explain that blue acted out against big mama and hasn't been seen since. you're understandably distraught, but you end up getting to know the rest of his family over the next few weeks and are there in the lair when he's finally brought home.

initially, blue is a quiet but devoted boyfriend. as he heals and becomes leo again, though, he opens up a lot more and becomes a lot more vocal about his love for you.

his favorite thing in the world is making you laugh, he says it's music to his ears.

you're very much his biggest source of comfort, and it's not unusual to find him leaning onto you or draping himself across your lap while he complains about his problems.

he mellows out a lot the longer he's away from big mama, but he's almost as protective as raph and would not think twice about killing someone if they hurt you or did you wrong.

mikey! 🧡

you guys are a classic friends-to-lovers story

the two of you met as young teens while mikey was out working on a mural. it was his first time venturing out on his own since leo's disappearance, and this particular piece was dedicated to his lost brother. he was so lost in his art, he didn't see you until you'd already seen him.

both of you were startled, but once you got over your surprise the two of you got to talking and mikey told you about his lost brother that had inspired this particular piece he was working on.

he appreciated how you listened to him, and you enjoyed talking with him, so after that first night the two of you began seeking each other out.

a few nights a week, you'd meet up and talk while mikey painted. you helped him through his grief over losing leo, and he advised you through your own problems, and before long the two of you were thick as thieves.

your relationship just sort of transitioned seamlessly from friendship to dating. there was a fair amount of pining, but once you both started dropping hints about your feelings, mikey st you down and asked if you wanted to go out on a date, and you two haven't looked back since.

mikey snuck you into the lair a lot, not wanting to tell raph or splinter that he was seeing someone, but splinter was very much aware and after a few months he sat mikey down and told him that he wanted to meet you if you were going to continue spending time in the lair. splinter took a liking to you right away, luckily, and respected mikey's request to keep you a secret from raph for the time being.

you didn't meet the rest of his brothers until right after dee was rescued. it wasn't the best timing, and raph was pretty upset after learning how long the two of you had known each other, but as they reconciled raph put a lot of effort into getting to know you.

april was the most excited to meet you, and even though she chastised mikey for not telling her sooner she was thrilled.

you're the person mikey still goes to for advice, valuing your input in just about every decision he makes.

mikey has been teaching you how to fight for years, and convinces the family to let you join in on training sessions every now and again.

he loves seeing you get along with his family and invites you to hang out with the group a lot, but he'll always cherish the time you two spend alone so much more.

#zennie answers!#the shattered au #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #rottmnt au #thanks for this one nonnie i had fun with this one

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Smutty and fluffy hcs of Matt Murdock x legally blind!fem!reader? Like she can only see ver very VERY blurred

aw that's very interesting, I am going to try my best to write these :)

18+ only please and thank you :)

Your life wasn't easy, and you tried your very best to accommodate yourself in every you could find, to your surprise when you run across some legal trouble you found a blind lawyer and quickly you hit it up.

matt doesn't believe that your vision can be a limit to enjoying life and that uplifts you in various ways. he is a very joyful, very fun person to be around with.

he takes you dancing, in jazz clubs and speakeasies, takes you drinking and finds it funny when your canes ' accidentally' hit you

in return you teach him how to cook, allowing him to feel the ingredients under his fingers and perhaps even cutesy feeding him a bite or two.

he purposely lets water hit you, just so he can help you out of your clothes which of course does delay cooking a little

together you listen to podcasts and audio books late at nights and perhaps even erotic ones until he gets you too distracted to listen to anything more

he makes you listen to things, to sounds and anything that surrounds you, he shows you how he lives and how he feels, shows how he touches and how he listens in to people heartbeats

he spends times his ear presses against your chest just to teach you yet you know that's bs

but he allows you to do the same, just to learn the sound of his heart, and being engulfed in his heavy broad chest becomes your favourite place to be

he picks clothes for you and you do the same in return, albeit sometimes he forgets an item or two. usually your underwear

when you complain that you can't go to work without a bra, he protests that he needs to touch you freely to really take in your shape

yet you don't protest

now when it comes to the bedroom part, he makes you listen, he makes sure you recognize each and every different sound your body and especially your wet pussy makes,

he slams his body into yours in such a way that will have you clenching at the most random sounds once your remember

let's say is very hard for you to ever make mac and cheese again

and then he bites, he bites right into your skin so you can find his markings with your fingers for days later and of course he encourages you to the same to him as well. he is really into shared pleasure

and he makes sure you use your other senses to identify everything about him and everything about you

join the sleepover here!

#selene answers prompts #selenes 1500 celebration #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock headcanon #matt murdock imagine #daredevil x reader

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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princesse de mort | part 1.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Life at Hogwarts when your dad is Lord Voldemort is an interesting experience. And four particular people at school make it even more interesting.

Warnings for the Series: This whole story is angsty, hurt/comfort, smut, will end in fluff but goes through all the other stuff first. this is like a mild dark fic? just shy of being dark?

Pairing: Marauders x black!reader, eventual Remus Lupin x black!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

(Series Masterlist)

A little grunt escaped your mouth as you tried to grab your book that was currently floating away. You could hear laughter from far away. So it was a Ravenclaw messing with you this study hall period. It was like they took turns, the different houses. It was rarely a repeat in your tormentors’ Houses. You missed the final grab and your book floated out of reach. You pulled out your wand only to hear an expelliarmus and more laughs.

It was either your wand or your book. If someone stole your wand, they would break it again and it would be the fourth wand before the first month of second semester even ended. You couldn’t afford another one… literally. Money wasn’t something that ran abundantly. Your father’s family blew it all before he was even born and when he rose to power, well, Lord Voldemort didn’t pay for anything. Most of your things, you never liked to think about where they came from and tried to get rid of them once you quickly found a decent replacement.

Everything else came from money you earned helping the house-elves at Hogwarts. You lived at the castle year-round. You had ever since you were eleven. Voldemort didn’t make his presence known— you were escorted to Platform 9 and ¾ by one of his followers with a wand and a letter in hand. Hogwarts was where he grew up. He still saw it as a place to hone magical talents and wanted you to go.

He also requested— demanded— that Dumbledore keep you there. His heir wasn’t meant to get herself killed in a war. You were meant to become the most powerful witch, second only to the most powerful wizard that would be your father, and rise up to take his place in the New Wizarding World Order when the time came. Naturally, Dumbledore agreed to keep you at Hogwarts. It started off as keeping an eye on you, trying to undo whatever Voldemort had taught you. That quickly changed when all the staff realized that you had repelled your father’s teachings like oil and water. Although, they forever stayed suspicious.

You crawled under the table to grab your wand before going to chase the book out of the Great Hall. The book kept flapping like a bird, just out of your reach. You thought you might be able to grab it as you headed outside before hitting a body and falling to the ground. A boy grabbed the floating book.

“Here— oh, here you go, Padfoot. Riddle’s little book.”

You pulled yourself up from the ground to see some of your least favorite people. The Marauders were the oddest puzzle to you. They didn’t torment you nearly as frequently as you expected, leaving that to the rest of your classmates. But when they messed with you, it could be some of the worst if they felt like it. You looked at James as you smoothed out your yellow and black tie. He watched your hands.

“Still not sure how you tricked the Hat into putting you anywhere but Slytherin.”

“I didn’t tri— can I please just have my book back, James?”

“What book? Wormtail, do you know what book she’s talking about?”

“No clue. Moony?”

“Haven’t seen a book. Pads?”

“Are you talking about that book over there?”

You looked behind Sirius to see a small fire. You ran over to try and put it out but it was too late. Sirius must’ve set it on fire the moment James handed it to him. You groaned in exasperation. You’d have to hope the library still had one available because you couldn’t buy another one. Not right now. Your cat was in the hospital in Hogsmeade. Well, the kitten you rescued and hoped would want to stay with you. But the vet bill was going to cost. At least food was given at Hogwarts.

You gave the boys a look and walked off as they laughed. Your first stop was the library to check out the book before anyone else got the chance. You clutched it close to your chest, stopping dead in your tracks when the Marauders blocked your way.

“It’s a library book, not mine.”

“Relax, Riddle,” Peter started. “You dropped your wand.”

You gently took it back from him, eyeing them with scrutiny. “Thank you?”

“It’s not a favor. It’s just no fun to duel someone when they can’t fight back.”

“I don’t want to duel.”

Sirius clapped. “Perfect, we’ll find you when we’re ready. We were thinking about tomorrow.”

“I don’t want…”

They walked off, not even caring. You sighed. Maybe you would get lucky and could avoid them all day since tomorrow was Saturday. But they’d find a way into your dorm. Someone in Hufflepuff would gladly tell them the password if it meant messing with you. And then your House would blame you for spoiling the fact that no one had gotten in from an outside house before.

You grabbed your stuff from the Great Hall— grateful that it was still there— and sat yourself in Charms a bit early. Charms was your least favorite class because Slytherins were there. You didn’t think all Slytherins were bad, just the ones that clung to you. The little posse of wannabe Death Eaters did everything you wanted but leave you alone. They figured being nice to you would earn them prime ranks in your father’s army after you all graduated. And you were sure they were hoping to learn some dark arts from you no matter how many times you insisted that you didn’t know any. That was pretty much a lie. Your father taught you way too much about the Dark Arts way too early. But you weren’t going to share that information with any of them. Especially not the Carrows.

“Here, switch with me.”

You looked up to see Bellatrix Black. She all but shoved the History of Magic textbook into your hands and took the one that you checked out at the library. She put the book in her bag.

“I’ll tell the librarian that I’m checking it out now. I heard what my prick of a cousin did.”

“Thanks,” you muttered.

It was hard to tell any of the Death Eater wannabes to piss off— not that they listened. But they especially didn’t make it easier when they did nice things like this. Severus was always fixing any hexes that people put on your things. Regulus and Bellatrix tended to buy you things whenever they caught you down in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. The Carrows liked to play bodyguard if they felt you needed a break from everyone messing with you. Evan Rosier loved to walk over from Slytherin just to pour your drink and put food on your plate every dinner. It gave you multiple nicknames that you hated including Slytherin’s Princess, Heir of Death, The Ring Leader, Little Dark One.

Bellatrix sat next to you the entire class. You had to give it to her, at least she was smart enough to not really talk to you today. Charms was nice and boring. That was how you liked it. You wished most of your days were nice and boring. You and Bellatrix walked to your next class that you were glad you didn’t have with her. She stopped at the door.

“You remember Lucius Malfoy? He was—”

“Prefect when we were first years, I remember.”

“He’s having a rally. Are you coming?”

“No. I’m studying for O.W.L.s.”

Bellatrix’s face fell a bit. “Oh, but O.W.L.s are still so far away.”

“My father expects me to get Outstanding in everything.”

At those words, Bellatrix lit up again. You swore she had the weirdest schoolgirl crush on your father. She began going on about how of course your studies were important to your future. You just gave her half nods and barely a wave as she left and said that when O.W.L.s were done, she looked forward to finally seeing you at a rally. You wondered when they were going to realize that you were never going to a rally. You were never going to a meeting. You barely even communicated with your father.

He sent letters often— that could never be tracked and you weren’t even sure how. You sent one maybe once every two weeks according to the instructions he left on how to send one. It was complicated. You hated everything he stood for, everything he did but he never once hurt you. He was actually a loving parent. You knew it was because an heir to a throne needed to be loved and raised a certain way but even if it was out of obligation, he was a good father. And it wasn’t like his letters told you about his recent killings.

He actually tried to keep you out of it— you were supposed to raise a happy new wizarding world. He thought the murder was senseless sometimes. If everyone just listened to his order, they wouldn’t even have to kill muggleborns— just throw them in prison or ban them from ever entering the wizarding world. Muggles wouldn’t have to die, they could be easily subjugated and put in their place. You weren’t sure how he didn’t see that everything about his ideals were wrong. But his letters were usually asking about you, telling you something you didn’t ask about, or writing about his ideas for your future including which pureblood wizards seemed like good marriage prospects. So, you would write back about what you learned and would attempt to give reasons to turn down every boy he put on the list.

He would just send back more or counter arguments but trusted you knew them since you went to school with most of them on his lists. You wanted to throw up when he had suggested Regulus and could have dropped dead when he thought that Sirius would be a good idea as well. He wasn’t even phased about Sirius being against him— he stated that it wouldn’t matter when he took over because everyone would fall in line. Sirius and Regulus were from one of the oldest pureblood families and your father liked that. It didn’t help that Regulus was a blushing mess around you, which led to more taunting from his brother. It was wrong to be glad that usually it was directed at Regulus but at the same time you were glad it wasn’t you.

You kept your head down as you walked in for dinner. You were always sitting on the end, near the door. No one ever sat next to you. The Slytherins, if you accidentally caught their eye, tried to wave you over for meals. In second and third year, you used to reluctantly go over to appease them. Now, it was only ever so often if you were feeling really lonely. You jumped up when your cup spilled into your lap, knowing it was another student considering you weren’t even touching it. A Gryffindor walked by with her friend.

“My sister almost died because of one your father’s stupid followers.”

You just stared at the stain on your skirt, giving up. You were almost done with dinner anyway. Knocking on the barrels, you walked into your little broom closet of a room. They had to move you into a small single room in fourth year after your roommates attempted to smother you in your sleep. At least, you think it was them. The point was it was done muggle style so no one’s wands could be traced for last spells used and you hadn’t seen it happen so you couldn’t point out the attackers. But either way, it meant you had to be moved before they actually succeeded next time.

The room was the literal broom closet— you remembered storing cleaning supplies in there two years ago. Dumbledore added a window to make it seem less cramped. You didn’t really care. You only needed a place to sleep and to store your clothes. You had the rest of the castle to live in. After all, Hogwarts had been your home year round for a few years now. You changed into pajamas and sat on your bed to continue reading your textbook. Even if your father wasn’t expecting good grades, studying was all you did. You didn’t have friends, the quidditch team refused to even let you try out, no one let you into their clubs. There was truly nothing to do but study. You were at the top of classes out of pure boredom, not because you were trying.

You decided early in the morning to just meet your maker. The quicker you entertained the Marauders then the quicker they would leave you alone. Maybe this would be one of those times where they were all talk just to watch you get uncomfortable. But hiding would provoke them. You grabbed the few coins you had because you needed to pick up the rescue kitten from the vet at Hogsmeade later and shoved them into the pocket of your dress.

You kind of dressed like a grandma but those were the only clothes that second hand stores really had. You refused to wear anything your father got you if you couldn’t figure out where it came from because you weren’t about to walk around with a dead woman’s dress or accept one of his followers’ jackets. So all your clothes were a bit grandma-ish, sometimes grandpa if the men’s section had good stuff, but you tried to modify them as best as you could. You could hear four sets of footsteps behind you and sighed as you waited for one of them to say or do something.

“Princess!” That would be James.

He took to taunting you with the Slytherin’s Princess nickname. Peter and Sirius both preferred Little Dark One. Remus liked Ring Leader. You turned to face them, wrapping your cardigan around you.

“Yes, James?”

“Where are you going?”

“I just want to go to Hogsmeade, Ja—”

“Potter!”

You closed your eyes at the voice behind you. It was Evan Rosier which meant Severus and Mulciber were definitely with him. The cackle behind you let you know that Bellatrix and Narcissa were with them.

“Bloody hell,” you whispered.

“Rosie!” James sneered. “So good for you to join us, we were just about to have our duel with Princess. Weren’t we? She agreed to it yesterday.”

“You’ve had your fun.” Evan whipped out his wand.

You scurried out of the way as Evan practically threw himself to take your place. You could still hear footsteps following you. The stride sounded so calm compared to your scurry. A hand grabbed your shoulders and pulled you back, almost slamming you against the wall but stopping just shy of doing so. Remus gave you a smile that would seem so sweet if it was on anyone but him.

“You know they’ll just duel you later, might as well just stay and take it now, Ring Leader.”

“So you can dangle me from the ceiling like you all did to Severus last week?”

“Snivellus came up with that jinx, not everyone else’s fault if it caught on with the whole school. I’ll let you down after a few minutes, won’t be nearly as long as Snape was dangling from that tree.”

“I’d rather not have my knickers shown to the entire school, it’s the one thing you haven’t made fun of yet.”

Remus eyed the skirt of your dress. “They have little hearts on them?”

You wormed your way out of his grip and kept going to the school entrance. Remus laughed.

“So they do have hearts on them!”

You acted like you didn’t hear him as you walked. When you reached Hogsmeade, the vet handed over the little kitten with a collar now on her. All the tests came back clean, the kitten was already neutered, and they gave her shots. You coughed up most of your money until next month and took the cat, naming her Missy. The boys were waiting for you when you came back. You held up the kitten as the weakest defense and they all laughed.

“Princess got herself a kitty. Rosie and Snivellus were not nearly as fun to duel… Evans, go out with me!”

“Shove off, James,” Lily said as she walked by with Marlene on their way to Hogsmeade.

“Next Saturday then… where do you think you’re going, Princess?”

“I’m not Princess, stop calling me that.”

Peter laughed. “I think all the little Slytherins at your beck and call say otherwise.”

“I don’t ask them t—”

“It’s not like you had to,” Sirius cut you off. “Why wouldn’t they follow the head Death Eater?”

“I’m not, how many times do I have to say I’m not a Death Eater?”

“(Y/N) Riddle. I think that proves everything we need to know.”

You felt a gust of wind and found yourself pushed into Sirius, holding out a hand so you wouldn’t squish Missy. Peter tucked his wand back into his pocket, satisfied with inconveniencing you.

“Are you okay?” Regulus asked as he was coming up with his friends.

You just dropped your head against Sirius. Regulus wasn’t exactly helping your point. Sirius scoffed at his little brother.

“She’s fuckin’ fine, Reggie. Don’t have to kiss her ass all the time.”

“Give him a break,” James said. “Got to kiss her ass first to kiss her father’s.”

You felt heat rush to your face and you knew that Regulus was blushing like mad. He stuttered and left with his friends. You looked up when the hallway finally got quiet.

“I’m not my father and I’m not a Death Eater!”

Sirius laughed. “Sure you aren’t, Little Dark One. Do you tell yourself that before or after you torture first year muggleborns?”

“Ah, Pads, don’t be like that. She gets the posse to do it,” Remus joined.

All four laughed.

“Cause Princess can’t do her own dirty wor—”

They all stopped when you leaned over to peck Peter on the cheek and then Remus. You looked back at Sirius with defiance, finally pushing yourself off of him.

“I wouldn’t kiss a muggleborn or a halfblood if I was a Death Eater. Can you please stop now?”

“I mean that was hardly a kiss, doesn’t really prove anything.”

You stomped your foot and began to walk off. A patch of ice made contact with your foot and you slipped, hissing as Missy scratched you from the sudden panic of going down. You turned your head to see a mixed group of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs laughing. The sickles in your pocket went flying.

Before you could scramble to collect them, they were floating away just like your book. You set down Missy and began to try and chase after your money. The group laughed before they stopped at seeing the Marauders had grabbed your coins from the air. It was like an unspoken rule that when the popular boys were in the middle of taunting you, everyone else waited their turn. They kept moving to their weekend destination of Hogsmeade.

“Please give them back,” you requested.

“These?”

You were trying not to come off as desperate. No one knew you needed the coins. They all assumed you were rich and your historical family wealth didn’t help even if no one knew now that they had been completely squandered. Your mother had been some random pureblood. She wasn’t even from the UK, no fortune but pureblood prestige— that was all your father had wanted her for anyway. You weren’t sure if you should tell the boys that you needed the money or not. Sirius raised a brow.

“There’s four sickles, I think a kiss for each.”

“I’m not kissing the four of you. I’m not a whore, Sirius.”

“Kissing doesn’t make you a whore and if you were getting paid four sickles, you need to rethink your prices. Already gave two of us a little peck, might as well finish the job… I’m getting bored.” He pocketed the sickles.

“Wait… no snogging.”

James snickered. “No snogging, Princess. Any other demands?”

“Stop saying I’m a Death Eater.”

“That’s worth a snog.”

“No longer messing with me is worth a snog.”

“Is that what you want, Princess?”

“N-no. I just want my stuff back.”

Remus fished the coins from Sirius’ pocket. “No snogging, not a Death Eater. Got it. No more demands from you.”

Remus leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. He grabbed your chin and moved your head from Peter to Sirius and then James. The sickles were pressed into your hand. You stuttered out a thank you, scooped up Missy, and left. The boys watched you walk off. James shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Little Death Eater ‘s not a bad kisser. Was she wearing lip balm? Kind of tasted like oranges.”

“Prongs, we promised—”

“Right, right, not a Death Eater. You also promised me a butterbeer at Three Broomsticks, let’s go.”

(Part 2)...

#marauders x reader #remus lupin x black!reader #remus lupin x reader

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21witnokidz · 1 year

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IN THE GHETTO

Chapter 11

“No but let’s talk about that lil act you put on back there at the jail. You been takin lessons from Jeffrey Stalen?”

“Yea maybe if I become a professional actor we would finally have enough money to help Dutch with whatever plans he has”

You and Arthur were hunting to find some food and so far you only caught a raccoon.

“Hey Arthur there goes a deer. Whoever kills it first has to skin it. Deal?”

“Yer on”

You took out your rifles and aimed. You hit it in its side but Arthur got its neck immediately killing it.

“Hunting rule number 1: Always aim for the neck or head” Arthur explained.

“I thought the first rule was to stay quiet and low so that they don’t notice you?”

“Less skinning and more talking”

You skinned the deer and stowed it on your horse, Cilly. You and Arthur decided it was a good idea to take its skin to armadillo and get it sold off before taking the meat back to camp.

When y’all got to armadillo you entered the general store and sold the skin for 12 dollars.

“That’s a fancy gun you got there. I’ll give you 200 dollars for it” the cashier offered.

“Nah this belonged to my daddy. I ain’t selling it for nothing”

“Ok fine. 500 dollars”

Arthur stepped up “Didn’t you hear her? She said she ain’t sellin it” he growled.

The cashier stopped bothering you and sent y’all on your way with your money. You figured you could buy some new shoes with your money since your old ones had holes in them. Having weak shoes was bad. Water could enter in easily or if they got injured it could lead to an infection. Especially with the lifestyle you lived.

When you were about to go to the clothing store you felt a little hand slip inside your pocket. You turned around quickly and found a little boy try to run off with your 12 dollars.

“You little shit get back here!”

You and Arthur chased the little boy but he was too fast. Arthur shot just near his feet, barely missing them. The boy got startled and fell to the ground. You caught up to him and grabbed him by the collar.

“Damn brat where’s your mother?”

“I ain’t got one lady just turn me a loose!”

“No wonder you’re out here like this! Look at you. You’re face is all dirty and you smell like you ain’t bathed in days”

“I just needed some shoes”

“Hell you’d be better off using that money for a bath”

You hesitated for a bit before letting him go. But before he could run off again you grabbed him by the ear.

“Come on. You probably wouldn’t know what shoes to buy even if you did use my money”

“Hold on you gonna use your money to buy him shoes? You need some yourself don’t you?” Arthur said confused.

“This is just a little kid, he needs it more than me. What even is your name boy?”

“John Marston” the boy spoke up.

“Well John I think it’s time you learn some manners. You could’ve just asked me for the money instead of tryna steal it”

“How could I trust you? All the women at the orphanage were cruel. How do I know you’re not?”

“Because I don’t work at a damn orphanage!”

You dragged the boy named John into the clothing store and bought him some brand new shoes that fit him. When he tried them on, his dirty face lightened up a little.

“Now what do you say?”

“Thank you ma’am”

“Alright let’s go already people are waiting on us” Arthur said getting impatient.

“Alright. Stay outta trouble ya hear?”

You turned back and headed outside for your horses. When you approached the hitching area you felt a little hand tug at your clothes. It was John again.

“You uhh.. you got a place?”

“Yea but it ain’t for you so scram” Arthur said shooing him.

“Oh come on Arthur. I’m sure Hosea wouldn’t mind bringing another kid”

“Yea but Dutch would. Hell we got enough people to feed as is”

“I ain’t gonna cause no trouble. I’ll help out”

“What can you do?”

“You can just teach me whatever. Like how to use a gun and ride a horse. I’ve always wanted to be a gunslinger”

“This life ain’t easy kid. Go back to yer orphanage and stay there”

“What makes you think life at the orphanage was any easier? I don’t care what I gotta do just let me be in your gang”

Arthur sighed and held out his hand for John to grab onto and helped him onto his horse.

“Well kid one things for sure. I’m gonna have to teach you how to pickpocket better. If you go around using that technique you tried to use with me you’ll surely run into a much meaner person” you explained to the young boy.

You and Arthur rode back to camp with your game and John on the back. When you got off you presented your contributions.

“Well everyone we got deer, raccoon, and a little pickpocketing brat we can cook too” Arthur explained. John looked stunned. “Oh didn’t we tell ya? We’re a group of cannibals” John screamed trying to run away but Arthur caught him too fast.

Annabelle stepped out of her tent. “Well what do we have here? Who’s this little boy?”

“His name is John Marston and Arthur thought it was a good idea to try and scare him by making him think we’re cannibals”

“Now why would you go and do that? Arthur let him go” Arthur let him go and John backed away from him. “It’s ok John, Arthur here was just tryna spook ya. I swear we’re good people. You must be an orphan huh?” Annabelle tried to calm him.

“Yes” John answered still a little spooked.

“My name is Annabelle and this is Bessie. I see you already met Arthur and y/n.”

“Yes. She bought me a new pair of shoes”

“See? What cannibal would do that? You come here and we’ll get you washed up and something to eat”

“No! I ain’t taking a bath!”

“See Annabelle we can’t keep him here! He’ll give us tuberculosis or something” Arthur exclaimed.

“Oh hush up. I heard you was the same way when you joined the gang so I don’t wanna hear it!”

You snickered to yourself and it shut Arthur up.

Annabelle lead John to the table and Bessie got him something to eat.

John met the rest of the gang and settled in quickly. Dutch suggested he sleep with you and Arthur until he got his own tent.

“Ok John here are the rules. This bedroll is only big enough for two people so you’re just gonna have to squeeze yourself in there. We used to have a cot but it got lost in a fire. I’m not pointing any fingers but just know that it was caused by a certain cowboy with brown hair and blue eyes. With a black hat with a string tied around it to be more specific” you said glaring directly at Arthur. He just flipped you off.

You all squeezed yourself into the bedroll and layed there uncomfortably. It was John on the left, Arthur on the right, and you in the middle

“Stop hogging all the sheets you guys” John said.

“You’re just a kid you’ll be alright” Arthur objected.

“But you got more meat on you. You can heat yourself up better”

“Too bad. You’re the one who wanted to come with us so stop complaining”

….

“Oh my god who farted?!”

“Wasn’t me” John and Arthur said simultaneously.

“Well it was one of you”

“Maybe it was you and you were just tryna cover it up” John said

“I don’t care who did it just fess up”

“If you don’t care who did it why don’t you just leave the tent and sleep outside? You’re the only one complaining”

“Because I don’t wanna sleep out there it’s cold as hell”

“God it smells like beans”

“Did you eat beans today John?”

“No… y/n?”

“What?”

“Arthur has been really quiet”

“So you were just gonna sit there and say nothing?”

“I thought you and John were gonna fight about it until one of you left the tent and the problem would be fixed” Arthur shrugged his shoulders.

“Well this his how we fix the problem” you pushed Arthur out.

“You think I’m just gonna sleep out here in the late autumn? You can’t do me like this y/n”

“Make a fire or something. Remember when I first joined and I had to sleep in your tent while you slept outside with no complaints?”

“That was a long ass time ago. Besides I’m more civilized now”

You just zipped the tent back up as aggressively as you could to resemble a door shutting in his face.

“Y/n! Y/n! Please it’s cold and dark out here! Oh fuck this I’m just gonna sleep in the wagon”

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