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trifoliate-undergrowth · 10 months

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So I’m in a deeply red incredibly conservative state. I ran a pride month 5k awhile back. The usual group of 3 protestors with an incredibly loud bullhorn showed up to yell at us about how trans people are mutilating themselves and AIDS is God’s judgement and we’re a menace to children etc. etc. etc. But they were vastly outnumbered by runners and volunteers. One of the first race announcements was that they hadn’t ordered enough T-shirts for the amount of people who ended up running, and would have to reorder, so anyone who wanted another race T-shirt should sign up now.

We’re all used to the protestors by now, they show up everywhere. We just ignore them. Interacting with them just encourages them.

I hadn’t realized how early the race date was this year compared to previous years and hadn’t prepared as much, and there were a lot of hills; not to mention there was some confusion as to the race route which resulted in the announcer referring to it post-run as a “4-mile 5k” (they are supposed to be about 3.5 miles. One guy ended up in an entirely different district of the city from where the race route was and still finished first.) I ended up walking a lot of the race, but I finished it, and did do a fair bit of running.

I had top surgery a few years ago but I’ve only gotten comfortable running shirtless this year as body fat redistribution happened. I had been trying to decide if I wanted to run shirtless or not before the protestors showed up and started yelling, then I was like ah. I will run past the transphobes shirtless like a human middle finger. And that is what I did. was wearing delightfully garish rainbow shorts I found at a thrift store and my pink triangle necklace.

Some Americorps volunteers were directing runners at one of the more confusing junctions, I high fived one and panted that I had just joined Conservation Corps. The sound of angry bullhorn shouting faded almost immediately behind us, and there were rainbow flags hanging in several of the yards we ran past throughout the route.

As in previous years, a lot of tough incredibly fit beautiful older people, mostly women, breezed past me during the race. One jogged up even with me with an encouraging “what would you do for a klondike bar!” I wasn’t sure how to reply to this and didn’t have the breath to express that I did not want anything thick or creamy at that moment, but what did come out was “you did remind me that there’s beer at the finish line.” Another lady who walked and jogged near me for awhile near the middle-latter half of the race talked a bit and complained that one of the volunteers organizing the race hadn’t set up the “water” table with fireball shots that she did for some other races and we just got a regular water and gatorade station!

Coming back to the finish line I was handed a flag and ran past long rows of cheering people. Around the corner the protestors were still lurking, but were mostly silent now. Apparently they had gotten worn out by just standing there and not running. As I passed the bullhorn guy shook himself out of his torpor enough to give a halfhearted “is it a man? is it a woman? who knows anymore?” I passed him and the sound of cheering, and then the 80s music (I remember Blondie and ABBA) they were blasting closer to the finish line.

Once most of the runners were back there was a fun run for the kids. A couple of the older ones had also run the 5k (I just know the protestors were awful to the poor guys ughh) but all of them made a lap around the parking lot and got handed medals. All of the adult volunteers and participants spread out around the middle of the parking lot so that there was someone cheering and waving flags for the kids along every step of the route.

There were free snacks, water and beer courtesy of our sponsor [brand redacted]. There was also non-alcoholic “beer”, which I thought was nice to see, I’d been thinking there was a heavily alcoholic element to a lot of local queer events. I drank a lot of water and ate some food before getting a free beer, which still hit me pretty hard after the run. While I was hovering around the refreshment table a big handsome butch came up next to me and I noticed a faded tattoo on her arm of a chain, each link a different color of the rainbow.

I went to put something down in my car just as the protestors were starting to leave, and realized that they were moving on a course that overlapped with mine as I walked to my car. I decided I wasn’t going to stop or veer out of their way and just see what they did. As I got closer they seemed to be talking about how we had definitely totally noticed that they were leaving (no one had.) They noticed me coming towards them and suddenly got quiet, avoided eye contact and skittered out of my way. Ha.

I stumbled into the nearby fundraiser to cool down and sober up in the air conditioning before I left. They were playing girl in red, rupaul, that girls/girls/boys song by Panic! at the disco, and that Taylor Swift song “You need to calm down” that some people on this site complained was cringe. The lady next to me sang along to “shade never made anybody less gay.” I bought a baseball hat.

It’s easy, I think especially if you’re very online and not very active in your local community, to start feeling like there’s no queer community in your area and we’re outnumbered by people who hate us. Unless you live in the middle of Westoboro Baptist territory that’s generally not true. I cannot stress enough how incredibly conservative and red my area is. We’ve got like 3 very loud people with nothing better to do who bother us at every event, and large amounts of people across all demographics who show up in support. I’ve been thinking about this post by @headspace-hotel about not being able to find stuff online and this is a slightly different thing but yeah. If you don’t know what there is in your area, you don’t know what you’re looking for or where to find it when searching online. If you search “is there queer stuff happening near me” google is going to shrug and recommend you Products And Services that it can Sell You. When I moved back home after spending some time in a much more blue state (but which had much less of a sense of community--I think it’s the way we band together down here when we know just what the stakes are) I felt like I was going to be the only trans person in the state, then someone mentioned to me that there was a local private facebook group for trans people to share personal posts and resources with many hundreds of members. There are more of us that aren’t on facebook. The Facebook group, though, introduced me to many more resources I hadn't known were in my area.

Get outside. Find some sort of local queer event and ask around. There will be other queer people. There is very likely something you’re interested in already happening or people who would love to work with you to start it if not. Even if you’re in a very red very rural state, you’re not alone, and chill or neutrally polite people vastly outnumber the few assholes, it’s just that the assholes are very loud and especially if you’ve been marinating in overwhelmingly toxic online environments it can feel like they’re everywhere. They’re not. Don’t give them that power.

The current legal landscape is terrifying and needs a lot of work but it doesn't reflect lived experiences. Get outside, find your local community, show up to in-person events if at all possible, it’s so encouraging.

#personal (ok to rb)#I kept forgetting to post this but here you go #country queer pride #what to tag was #lgbtq+

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atrwriting · 4 months

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trust me (part 2) — billy the kid (2022) x barowner!reader

okay part two hehe

as always, warnings: smut!, fem!sub!reader, dom!billy, p in v sex, oral m receiving, overstimulation (I should be stopped), choking, dirty talk, breeding kink (hehe)

anyway… trust me, part two:

billy had kept his promise.

he always kept his station right at your bar, in the middle.

you figured it would stop a few days after the two of you were married — but billy held his post.

with billy there and making his silent presence known as your defensive line, most trouble-making men would eye billy, order their drink, grunt, and then pay. to hell with a fake wedding ring, even your real one — when billy the kid sat at your bar, glaring at walking problems from the brim of his hat, no one dared cause a scene.

the townspeople may have stopped their shenanigans… but that didn’t mean that all of your problems disappeared.

in fact, new ones seemed to pop up.

as his new wife, you wouldn’t say they followed billy — but they sure as hell didn’t follow you.

groups of men wearing worn clothes with their guns on display would venture in and immediately start glaring at billy. you found that odd — because what man walks into a bar, and doesn’t immediately order at the bar?

“don’t pay them any mind, sweetheart,” billy would say to you, trying to quell your worries.

you narrowed your eyes at him, wiping down a glass. “if you didn’t want to marry a guard dog, maybe the queen’s daughter is still single.”

his lips would purse in a way that suggested he was fighting a laugh. “i’ll protect you, darlin’. you doubt that?”

“and i’ll protect you,” you bit. “you think i wouldn’t? like i said, you could probably charm —“

“as if any of them could scare me like you do,” he spoke lowly, the want to smile now winning. admiration could be seen in his piercing blue eyes, which also tugged on the corners of his lips.

“as if any of them would know that that’s you trying to be sweet,” you scoffed, half-jokingly. “and — as if anyone would be flattered like i am.”

billy sat back in his chair as he turned his head towards the side. he averted his eyes as he tried to hide his large grin that threatened to take over his face. when a rosy hue had founds it way onto his cheeks — you knew you had done it. you actually made billy the kid blush.

one day you would tease him for it — but not today. with the paranoia that always lingered in the back of your bar — you chose to award yourself and billy with this small moment of intimacy: knowing you were the only person that could break through his tough exterior.

but that tough exterior immediately rose once those men approached the bar.

there were about four or five of them, outnumbering both you and billy. billy always had a gun on his belt, and you had one underneath the counter and strapped to your leg, and a knife on your ankle — but even with those, you were out numbered and out gunned.

when they approached, you put on your brightest smile. “hello, gentlemen — anything i can interest you in?”

“gentlemen?” one, in the back, chortled.

the one in front smirked, swishing the joke in his mouth a little bit. he seemed to contemplate his response for a moment, and you fought the urge to narrow your eyes at them. you could feel the heat of billy’s gaze on the side of the man’s face. finally, the man spoke, “what my… associate means to say, miss... is that we’ve never been called ‘gentlemen’ by such a fine lady.”

you smiled politely. dismissing his words, you asked, “and what can i get for you?”

the man shoved his thumbs into the extra space in his belt, puffing out his chest. his cheeks were rosy — probably from the sun. you weren't sure what he did for work, and you figured it was best not to find out. a man who spent most of their days outside either worked the land or stole from someone else’s. you didn’t want to judge, and didn’t — but they didn’t look as harmless as billy or his gang.

“i was actually wonderin’, beautiful, how you managed to tie ‘ol billy the kid down,” he grunted. “in my day, the kid’s not loyal to nothin’.”

“insulting my husband will not get you drinks on the house, sir,” you stated.

“oh — you think we can’t pay?” he scoffed, his eyes widening. “do my ears deceive me, boys?”

“what’s a lady supposed to believe when you throw a cheap shot in front of her?” you asked before his associates could respond. “you’d be smart to mind the character you give off to the woman who controls the whisky pour, sir.”

his eyes narrowed, but his smirk didn’t waver. “i guess i should mind because my boys and i decided we would make this a regular spot of ours. whisky. five glasses.”

you pulled five glasses and grabbed the bottle from under the counter. lining them up, you began to pour. your gaze never left the man’s as you poured a single shot in each.

like billy said once — they had to respect you, before they respected him.

you pushed the glasses towards the man, and he laid a few bills down on the counter. each man took their glass and began to walk away. before the man you were staring down walked away, he turned to billy, and spoke, “we’ll be seein’ you around, old friend.”

billy didn’t respond. he just glared at him until he sat down.

their departure didn’t not quell any anxiety. having billy there was a blessing when there was one man making a fuss — but five? five who had a problem with billy?

you immediately dipped down under the counter so they couldn’t see you speak to billy.

loud enough, so only he could hear, you asked, “you know him?”

“know 'em enough.”

your teeth sank into your lip. “you want me to fetch jesse? should i get one of the boys in the back?”

“no, darlin’,” he spoke. “i told you — don’t worry about a thing.”

“i don’t appreciate being kept in the dark, billy,” you spoke. “i’m not asking to know everything — but at least let jesse know if you think it’s the right thing to do. you sitting there and not doing anything doesn’t make me believe it’s not a problem — it makes me think you’re only here to make me safe, when it sounds like this is going to get bigger than me.”

“i told you it would be fine,” his answer was quick and flat, dismissive.

“alright,” you sighed. “i trust you.”

you stood up then, averting your attention to a rag and glass in your hands that hopefully gave off the impression that you weren’t trying to secretly talk to billy. you stepped away from billy to stock bottles, attempting to clear your head. you didn’t necessarily blame billy — but you didn’t know how to feel. you didn’t have a problem with who he was or what he did — but you did have a problem with him not being able to handle similar situations as a team. a unit. sure — men would never be as scared of you initially as they are with billy, but you weren’t useless or defenseless.

you knew billy didn’t think of you like that, no. you were more so worried that he didn’t want to share the burden with you.

he should never feel shame. never. not ever.

you walked back over to him then, wiping down the counter. you didn’t raise your eyes, but lowly, you spoke, “i hope you know this, but in case you don’t — i’m proud to be your wife, billy.”

he was mid sip when you said that, which stalled a response from him, so you took another chance. maybe you should have, maybe you shouldn’t have…

but you did anyway.

“and i feel lucky to be with a man who would protect me,” you stated. “that i feel protected by.”

billy didn’t answer — but you weren’t as strong as you were by prying. billy could read you like a book and you hoped that the message was loud and clear: support. he had your support. you didn’t look up at him, didn’t mention it again, and didn’t try to get his attention…

he’d let you know if you needed to know something.

you had to trust him with that.

it would be a little while before the men at the table left. it was approaching close — and you were scared that they would never leave. you tried to keep your gaze off of them, and thankfully you never met their eyes if they had been looking over when you were. unfortunately, it appeared that they had been looking over — because billy was growing tenser by the moment.

“i could kick them out,” you whispered, keeping your head down.

“you’d do that to polite, paying customers, darlin’?” he asked sarcastically, shaking his drink around.

you fought back a smile. “i’m going to let them know about last call. hopefully they take the hint.”

you grabbed a bottle of liquor and ventured over to the men at the table. you kept your gaze trained absentmindedly ahead of you, but not on any of them in particular. when you approached, you had found most of their eyes already on you.

“just coming over to let you gentlemen know that we will be closing soon,” you stated. “can i top anyone off before that?”

“you can top me, sweetheart,” one of them chortled.

“mason, enough,” the man from before barked. “why, yes… that would be very kind of you. we’ll be on our way afterwards.”

you brushed off mason’s comment and began filling their glasses. they each immediately slammed it back, pulled out a few bills, and handed them to you. for whatever reason — they complied. politeness in their demeanors, they stood up and even pushed their chairs in before they left.

the main one, from before — you hadn’t caught his name, threw over his shoulder as he left, “be seein’ you soon, kid.”

from the way billy glared at the door… you knew he took that personal.

a little while later, you were both changing for bed. billy was moving with a sort of frustration in each of his movements. he was quiet, and quietly fuming. there was a deep set in his brow — alerting you that so many thoughts were behind those pretty eyes of his.

“do you want me to trim your hair?” you softly asked. “looks handsome — but looks long enough to get into your eyes soon.”

he didn’t look at you as his teeth sank into his lip. “yes, um… that’d be nice.”

you grabbed shears before gesturing him to sit down.

“i think those men were so rude because they were jealous of your hair,” you mused. “don’t think they’ve seen their own in the mirror for years.”

a corner of his lips raised slightly, but lowered almost immediately. you began to trim around his head, keeping most the length full but not long enough to touch his neck. even if it was impractical for what he needed — you loved the little curls by his hairline.

“they were jealous that i have such a beautiful wife,” he spoke.

“you are something else, mr. bonney…” you trailed off, brushing the stray hairs off of billy and turning to put the shears away.

that was when you felt the slightest touch on your palm, and then you felt fingers weave through yours. you turned to find billy’s blue eyes holding yours. you admired that about billy — even in stressful situations, he was not shy.

you smiled at him, and brought his hand up to your lips. you kissed the back of it, hoping he knew how much love you had for him. after, you climbed into his lap — sitting face to face with him.

“they’re a rival gang,” he spoke, then swallowed thickly. “while we found mostly honest work — they didn’t. we’ve caught them stealing from our employer a few times. nothing we can’t handle, but they’re starting to take it personal.”

you were stunned he even told you. he didn’t keep secrets — but since you two had only been wed for a short time, this was the first real threat that had come at you both. you watched as his jaw tightened a few times, and you were unsure of what it meant.

“is this…” you began. “is this the first time they’ve approached any of you in public?”

he nodded. “i’ll make sure they stay away.”

you raised an eyebrow. “...because of me.”

he didn’t answer. “if this is business, you take care of it like regular ‘ol’ business. you let me get in the way — might not end as well as you think it might.”

his eyes were accusatory. “you think i can’t do both? that i can’t protect you?”

“didn’t say that,” you said softly. “i’m just saying… your gang is made up of a few men, and i’m just one person. i’m worried that if you worry too much about me —“

he caught you by both sides of the chin with that. his touch wasn’t hard or forceful, but sudden enough it caught your attention.

“don’t you dare ever even think that you are less important than them,” he grunted. “you’re what i’ve got in this world. you, darlin’. don’t you forget that.”

“i know,” you sighed. “you’re everything i’ve got in this world. i didn’t need a man, you saw… but i wanted you.”

his lips parted at that, and his eyes began to search yours. you had never seen anything like it; billy appearing so pure and vulnerable, almost innocent. like he was laying himself bare before you and he didn’t even realize he was.

“i’m not saying you can’t protect me,” you whispered. “i’m just asking… please, let me do what i can do to protect you, too.”

he didn’t respond. his hand found the back of your neck, and you both leaned your foreheads together. the bridge of your noses touched — which felt odd, but you found your heart swelling at the feeling. billy’s thumb was rubbing against the back of your neck, finding its way to tangle within the hairs.

“i never wanted you brought into something like this,” he admitted. “it’s my —“

“william bonney, don’t ever say something so untrue to me,” you whisper-hissed. “it’s not your fault — and you didn’t bring me into anything. there’s no fault there. however, i will fault you if you keep me at arm’s length on this. please… trust me.”

the hand on the back of your neck founds it way to your cheek where he began to stroke the skin with his thumb once more. you leaned into his touch, grateful for its warmth and comfort. you open your eyes slightly to find billy already gazing at the beauty in his lap. his baby blue eyes were a stunner to anyone and everyone, and somehow they always got the best of you.

“i’m just too selfish of a man to not give my pretty girl everything she wants,” he spoke in a raspy voice. “nothin’ could compare to how sweet those lips look when she smiles for me.”

the grin spread wide before you could help it, and you cast your eyes down to avoid the blush behind so obvious. billy bent his head down, trying to catch your gaze once more before you became too shy.

“oh, no, sweetheart — can’t take from me what i earned,” he coaxed. his thumb found the plumpest part of your bottom lip, and slightly pulled it down into a pout. “prettiest lips i’ve ever seen in the west.”

your lips encircled around the tip of his thumb and lightly sucked in the tip. your hair fell down around your shoulders and curled around your forward as the temperature in the room began to increase. you watched as billy’s eyes flicked back and forth between your beautiful eyes, and how your lips sucked him in.

“goin’ show me what those pretty lips can do f’me?” he asked, lips parted.

you nodded then, sliding off his lap and on the floor. the pair of you tugged on his bottoms and let them pool around his ankles. upright on your knees, billy gathered all of your hair on the crown of your and looked down at you proudly.

“such a good girl f’me,” he rasped, barely above a whisper. “let me see those pretty lips work.”

with a blush on your cheeks, you leaned forward towards his hips. your hand wrapped around the base of his thick cock as your soft lips tucked the tip of his cock into your mouth. billy could’ve screamed at how good it felt in there — warm, wet, and wild. filled his veins with whisky and sunshine and tobacco all at the same time and he didn’t know what to do with himself. bobbing your head slowly, taking more and more of him in, you watched the stress leave his body. billy’s eyes drifted closed as his lips remained parted. the tension in his shoulders had disappeared, leaving only a man with his head thrown back against the back of the chair.

“that’s it,” he spoke. “that’s my girl.”

words like that… oh, words like that… they could turn even a saint like you into a slut. mixed with the sultriness in his voice — the whining, the wanting, the needing — you didn’t know if you wanted him to cum or not. if he came, he’d feel better, sure — but to deny yourself this picture? the scene of your man, your lethal man, succumbing to even the smallest of touches? praising you? guiding you? there was nothing better, nor purer in the world to you than to be before him, on your knees, as his wife. the sight alone was enough to make you take him deeper.

“that’s right, baby — little bit more. show me what you can do,” he grunted. “makin’ me so proud. ah, fuck…”

his reactions were like treats — and who were you to deny yourself of something your husband was so willingly giving? he was melting in your hands before you, and there was nothing more you wanted than to make him feel good. spit ran down your puffy lips, your cheeks, and along your jaw. the feeling of the trail sent all of your senses on fire until the only thing you saw, touched, smelled, felt was billy. one of his heavy hands came to rest on the back of your head, guiding your bobbing motions.

“got me weak, darlin’.” his breathing was heavy, almost spent. “want you on the bed. need to fuck my good girl sweet and proper.”

you reluctantly retreated from him and stood up, huffing. he immediately caught wind of your disheartened expression as his brow furrowed.

“what’s the matter?”

you let your nightgown fall to the floor as you stood in front of billy, bare for only him to see. billy was shameless as his eyes raked up and down all of your delicious, beautiful curves that were only illuminated by candlelight. you weren't backing down, however, no — you stepped forward, leaving very little space between you. you could feel the tips of your perky nipples grazing against his cool skin and shock went up and down your body. with big, unrelenting eyes — you glared up at him.

“finally get my husband to relax and i get stopped when i’m being nice.” you were smiling, being coy — but there was an edge of truth to your voice.

he smiled knowingly, not missing a beat at your discontent. “i’ll show you nice, darlin’.”

he pushed you back against the bed and immediately crawled between your thighs. it was so hard to stay mad at billy when the warmth from his own body would spread up and down yours, bonding the both of you. he pushed your thighs back against your torso, hooking the backs of your knees in his elbows.

“think i’d waste a drop when those men were starin’ at my wife, today? my girl?” his long, thick fingers began playing with your folds. your breath hitched at the feeling, an immediate gush of slick collecting on the tips of his fingers. he swirled around your clit, pulling you into him and his attention. “almost fuckin' killed them, every last one. i’ll get you so round and full — no man will dare flirt with my girl ever again.”

your breaths were light and needy as his words drifted through the air, your eyes fluttering closed. talk of kids surprised you, but not the sentiment. being so free and wild to talk of such things drew a certain excitement out of you that you didn't know existed. your senses were on fire, and now they were focused on having his cock pump you full of him. his lips were by your ear, nibbling on the lobe — and it sent you fucking mad. “yes, billy, please — want your baby so bad.”

“that's right, sweetheart,” he groaned. “need my cock inside you now —“

billy immediately retreated his hands to grab his cock and stuff it inside of you. the preparation was only slight — making there be more friction than ease. you gasped at the slight pain, but immediately fell into billy’s kisses as his lips drew shapes on your cheek and jaw.

“take me just like that, darlin’,” he grunted. “always so good to me. so proud —“

every inch was something billy held over your held. its teasing and taunting were persistent at your entrance, prying at your mind and your bottom lip. he pulled in and out, shoving another inch in with every thrust. you were at his mercy, tucked below him. he had every ounce of your trust and you had every ounce of his — and you couldn't think of anything better than the most dangerous man in the west turning you into a fucking mess.

“you’re so deep, billy,” you whined. “never — felt so good —“

“mind already going soft on me, huh, sweetheart?” he spoke, rocking his hips back and forth. you could feel your pussy stretching around him, wave after wave of arousal coating his cock and sucking him in deeper. it craved him. it throbbed for him. it pulled him in until there was nothing left of him to give. with his balls sitting heavy at the bottom of your entrance, you let out a cry. billy could only laugh darkly in your ear before saying, “pussy wants me so bad — just beggin’ me to breed it. can't be mean now, can i?"

you threw your head back against the bed, neck stretching with it. your teeth dug into your bottom lip as your eyes screwed shut. your entire lower body was on fire with each of billy’s thrusts. the depth and strength of his hips caused his cock to bury itself inside you, threatening to never leave. it was pure, it was passionate — but it wasn’t enough. there was an itch and it needed to be scratched. you should've maybe asked, maybe you should've been embarrassed to want something so dirty, so naughty, so unladylike — but you didn't care. you couldn't care — so you tried something.

you grabbed the wrist he wasn’t using for balance, and brought it up to the upper half of your body. his thrusts didn’t stop, but he watched you warily — waiting for a sign to stop.

but one never came. you let his fingers ghost around the circumference of your throat, letting them rest there. when they didn’t immediately squeeze, you tightened them around your own throat. billy could feel the build of a moan in your vocal chords, and it sent of a shock of arousal right to his cock. his eyes went wide with shock, then dark with lust.

“dirty — fuckin’ —“

he immediately got the hint.

he squeezed the sides of your throat just enough, and held you down. your whines were pathetic — incoherent, pitiful, and downright crazy. the head of his cock was hitting some of the most sensitive parts buried deep inside you that only he could find — and the room was spinning. pictures on the wall, furniture, lamps — things before you all going hazy and doubling in quantity as the pleasure drove you up a fucking wall. he claimed every bit of your body, having you bent in the most vulnerable position you had ever been in and you gave in. you gave in to every push, pull, thrust — anything he offered. he was yours, and you were his, and there was nothing stopping the bond between you two. you let out a dirty, needful whine at the feeling of his claim around your throat and melted underneath his control.

“that’s how it’s goin’ be, huh, girl?” he spat against your cheek. “thought my wife was the sweetest — but she didn’t tell me she likes it dirty. can you cum like this, sweetheart? fucked like a whore, hand around your throat, from a wanted man?”

you could only nod pathetically. you were clinging to him for dear life, pushing off your orgasm for as long as possible. “just like that, billy. please — don’t stop. i’m so, so close…”

“can see those stars behind your eyes already,” he quipped, nipping at your neck. “my poor girl wants to cum so bad…”

you were nodding though your tears, trying your best to choke out words, sentences, pleas, anything — but nothing could encapsulate how billy had control over every inch of your body. every nerve ending stood at attention for the man before you, ready to give him anything he wanted.

“please, billy,” you sobbed through gritted teeth. “i want a baby. i want your baby!”

“gonna breed this pussy, fuck — !” his free hand immediately came down in between where your hips connected and began drawing the roughest circles on your clit. the friction should’ve hurt, but with your mind being so consumed in passion and lust — it filled every want and need. your body rose for him, keened for him, fucking sang for him — and it set him off. the animalistic side of man showed itself through the dark pupils of billy's eyes as lust began to cloud his mind. “that’s it, doll — everything i give you. jus’ like a good girl — take it all.”

your hands immediately left his body and slammed down onto the bed, grasping at the sheets. your hips then spasmed as your chest then fought against billy as it tried to raise off the bed — but billy held you down. as you sobbed, cried, whined — billy held you and supported you through it all as he swallowed every emotion you gave him. you were almost screaming — from the pleasure, from the intensity, from the overstimulation, but billy didn’t stop. he kept working your pathetic, puffy clit with his rough hand around your throat, speaking dirty and sweet nothings into your ear before he filled your pussy to the fucking brim.

his moans in your ear were strained as the veins in his balls tightened. his hips shot forward once, twice — before he slammed into you once more and held his hips there. rope after rope after rope of hot, sticky, white cum painted and melted into your gummy walls. all of billy’s muscles were pulled tight and taut as he fucked his cum inside of your sopping wet pussy.

“i’m so mean to this pussy, but she just can’t stop cummin’, can she?” he spat, grip still on your throat. “love when your walls throb around me… holding me in…”

billy only then pulled his hand away from your raw clit. you were shivering from the stimulation, already falling victim to the haze of an orgasm and exhaustion. with his hand still around your throat, he pressed a fat, wet kiss to the side of your face.

“can’t wait to make you a mama," he whispered. "but i like the process."

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lmk what u think :) love u guys xo

-L

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nyrandrea · 7 months

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hiii I’d like to request (again if that’s ok, it’s me the one who asked for the injured ) but if so then may I ask for this time so what if everyone’s at camp all asleep when a few people sneak in and kidnap reader but Astarion wakes up hearing something wasn’t right seein what’s going on watches as reader disappears then ofc hunting them down to see them being used in an ritual all tied up and weak dndeueududid ( sorry it’s like 1:18am I’m laid awake thinking about random things 💀 )

Helloooo again! I enjoyed your last request and certainly had fun with this one too so thanks again! (1:18am is the best time for random thoughts :D )

Warnings for canon typical violence, kidnapping, rituals (kinda), blood and swears

Word Count - 2.9k

Enjoy!

xxx

Under the silvery embrace of the crescent moon, nestled within the heart of a tranquil forest, you and your companions had surrendered to the gentle clutches of slumber, a collective of soft snoring weaving its way through the rustling leaves and whispering trees.

A clearing in the woods served as your base for the night after a long, grueling day of travelling. The grass beneath you was like a plush carpet, and a delicate blanket of dew kissed the blades, glistening like diamonds. The air was crisp, yet tender, cradling you in its nocturnal embrace.

Your team had all gathered in a sort of semi-circle, heads pillowed upon hands or nestled into makeshift cushions fashioned from backpacks and rolled-up cloaks. You weren’t sure how or when, but throughout your sleep you had unconsciously rolled over and inched yourself closer to where Astarion lay, his delicious scent drawing you in.

One could observe the group and note the serene expressions etched upon their faces. They appeared as though they were sculpted by dreams, their features softened by the embrace of rest. Your eyes fluttered beneath closed lids as you chased the remnants of recent adventures.

Unfortunately for you, you were being observed.

You flinched as the corner of your vision registered a goblin kneeling beside you, the tip of his dagger against your throat before you could even scramble for your own weapon.

“Ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you," he purrs, smiling smugly down at you. “Not if you want your friends to keep their innards intact.”

Your eyes widen and dart over to where the rest of the group lay, completely oblivious to the goblins that threatened their very lives. You were even surprised to see Astarion still in a deep trance of meditation; he was usually so much more alert at night.

“What do you want?” you whisper.

“For you to come with us, true soul,” the goblin answered. “We are in desperate need of your... assistance.”

‘Great,’ you thought. ‘Just what I need, more Absolute nutjobs.’

“Look, I don’t think I can help you.”

“Oh, but you are the only one who can,” he retorts, slowly pulling the knife away from your throat. “It’s our leader, you see. She is gravely ill and only a true soul like yourself can cure her.”

Your face scrunches up in disbelief. “If she’s ill, then it’s a healer you need, not me.”

The goblin frowns. “It’s you she needs, she said so herself.” His blade edges closer to you once again, signaling for you to get up. “Now, if you’ll be so kind as to come with us. Or am I going to have to resort to a bit of… persuasion?”

He exchanges a glance with one of his men, who seemed all too giddy to slash Astarion’s neck.

“No…!” You almost shout but restrain yourself so as to not alert the others and incur a massacre. “I-I’ll come with you, just... leave them be.”

The goblin grinned up at you, and you had to force down the bile that was rising in your throat.

“Now that’s what I like to hear,” he crooned, gesturing for you to follow.

You hesitate for a moment, your gaze darting between your weapon and the goblin, his eyes are trained on you, almost as if he was daring you to try. Ultimately, you were outnumbered, and they held the element of surprise over your companions. No matter which way you tried to cut it, there were going to be casualties if you didn’t do what you were told.

So, you begrudgingly allowed yourself to be led into whatever hellish fate this cult of the Absolute had in store for you. A plan of escape would have to come later, when you were far enough away from your friends.

Unbeknownst to you, one of them was already on your trail.

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Amidst the shroud of night, when the moon hid its luminous face behind a thick blanket of heavy clouds, you and your merry little band of kidnappers ventured into a meadow cloaked in long, swaying grass. The air had an eerie stillness about it, broken only by the distant whispers of nocturnal creatures.

As you traversed the meadow, moving with cautious steps, your feet sinking into the cool earth with each stride, you silently weighed up your options. The grass was like a sea of shadows, their whispers brushing against your legs like ghostly fingers; it would be so easy just to blend in and disappear.

You would have considered it, if it were not for the worgs.

The air was imbued with the scent of dew-drenched grass, but those beasts would still be able to track you down within seconds. Only... there were most certainly four of them the last time you checked. But looking around now, you only noticed two.

It appeared the goblins had noticed too; their hushed conversations were like faint echoes in the vast expanse, mixing with the symphony of crickets and the occasional haunting call of a night owl. You couldn’t make out a damn word they were saying, but they looked nervous.

“It would seem that we have a stalker in our midst,” the leader of the group growled, holding up a hand for everyone to come to a halt before he grabbed your wrist, forcing you down to his level. “Sod it, change of plan. You’re with me,” he commanded one of his men before turning to the rest. “You lot deal with the bastard while we take our friend here back to base.”

“Hey!” You grabbed his wrist and tried to wrench yourself free. “Let go!”

“With pleasure,” he grinned as he simultaneously released his grip and struck the back of your head with a blunt weapon, rendering you unconscious just as the ambusher seized the opportune moment. With lightning speed and calculated precision, he pounced from the grass, launching himself like a shadowy wraith. Long grass bent and swirled in his wake, mimicking the dance of phantoms.

In that fleeting moment, you caught the glint of a blade unsheathed, reflecting a cold, silver streak in the night. Chaos ensued, and the long grass became a battleground, hiding the combatants in its tangled embrace.

The clash of steel rang through the night, intermingling with the desperate cries of your name as you slipped away into darkness.

The ambusher moved with ruthless determination; his scarlet eyes ablaze with a wild, unholy fervor. In the end, silence fell upon the meadow, broken only by the ragged breaths of the victorious, standing amidst the long grass, a solitary figure bathed in the haunting glow of the moon, his cloak billowing like a specter as he followed the trail of broken grass the other goblins had made as they carried your prone form away.

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The first thing you could feel was a pounding in your head. You try to sit up, to pull your knees up so you can curl up and settle the turning in your stomach. Slowly, your eyes opened as your breath sped up.

You were lying on the dirty floor in the middle of some sort of temple, hardly able to move due to your wrists and ankles being bound by chains. You struggle to draw in shallow gasps as you blinked through the blurriness of tears that clung to your eyelashes.

“What?” you whisper to yourself, wiggling to try and find an opening in the chains, trying not to hyperventilate as the bindings dug painfully into your skin the more you tried to move.

You bite your lip as your mind races with ideas to escape, to get away from this place, to kill these people for having the audacity to kidnap you, to threaten your friends.

Different scenarios play out repeatedly in your head, but the reality was that you were powerless to do anything.

“Comfortable, are we?”

A goblin slinked her way over to you from the shadows, she was unlike the crude and menacing stereotypes that often plagued her kind. She possessed an eerie, captivating beauty and moved with an uncanny grace; as sinuous as a serpent. Her skin, the color of moss, bore intricate tattoos that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.

Your skin tingled, hairs on the back of your neck prickling up as the goblin prowled behind your back to watch over your shoulder, her warm breath brushing behind your ear.

“I do hope so - it is truly an unimaginable honor to have a true soul like yourself amongst us, especially one with such... soft, tender flesh.”

A soft whimper pressed from your throat as warm hands slithered over your shoulders, kneading gently into tensed muscles. It sent a shudder down your spine, pressing your entire body in on itself.

“No need to be so coy, dear,” she said. “We’ll be getting to know one another, after all. For what is to come.”

Your lips pressed tight together as you swallowed down a knot in your throat, but your chin was forced up so that your eyes locked with hers. The symbol of the Absolute flashed on her face like a dazzling light, but no matter how much the tadpole wriggled and pulsed inside your head, nothing was happening.

You held no authority here.

“Those little mind tricks won’t work with me,” she sneered, pointing a clawed finger to her temple. “For I too, am a true soul. In fact, I am the one and only true soul!”

“W-w-what do you mea-?”

You were silenced with a hard slap.

“You may not speak in my presence, worm,” the goblin growled. “Speaking of, I’ve got so many of the little buggers up there, I may as well be as powerful as the Absolute themselves!” She barked a laugh and grinned maniacally down at you. “And your parasite will make a fine addition to my collection.”

‘Gods, this bitch is fucking crazy,’ you thought, but your mind immediately seized up and burned as she pried her way into it, and she was not too happy with your choice of words.

“You haven’t even seen crazy yet,” she growled as she traced a claw down the side of your face, drawing a thin line of blood. “I think I’ll pry your worm out myself with my bare hands and make you watch as I consume it before we gut you and roast you on the spit with the rest of the pigs.”

Strong hands took hold of your arms and legs and dragged you onto a slab of stone that had markings etched along the edges. You could just make out they were in Infernal—akin to the ones on Astarion’s back—but like his, you couldn’t decipher their meaning.

You kicked, flailed and screamed in desperation, but you were soon silenced by the goblin as she wrapped her hands around your throat while the others formed a circle around you and started muttering some sort of ritualistic prayer.

Your senses were dulling further by the second and a part of you wanted to give in to the pain, to just let yourself black out and fade away, but something within you pulsated with the will to live. To fight to your very last breath. Was this the parasite’s doing? Or was it something else?

“Just give in to the Absolute, dear, "the goblin said, her tone almost sickeningly gentle. “You’ll be all the better for it.”

“F...f...”

“Aw, your last, dying words,” she purrs, leaning in closer to listen. “I will permit it.”

“...Fuck you,” you spat.

The goblin’s smug expression warps into one of pure fury, and she bares her teeth at you as she grabs a hold of your face with one hand, using the other to slowly inch her claws towards your left eye. Her hiss garbles into a shrill wheeze as a dagger is plunged into her back and through her chest several times, relentlessly. A stray drop of blood trails down her mouth as she screams silently before she is rolled away from you, her body plopping onto the ground with an unceremonious thump.

You try to catch your breath, thanking whatever Gods were out there that they decided to spare you today.

“Don’t thank them, darling, thank me,” a familiar voice teased, though his shaking voice betrayed his light tone. “They would have done bugger all, anyway.”

A tiny, joyful laugh escapes from your raw throat as your eyes fall onto the welcome sight of Astarion, who seems just as relieved to see you.

“Are you alright?” he asks, quickly approaching with what appeared to be a pair of bolt cutters.

You nodded desperately, holding out your wrists.

Astarion took a moment to get the teeth of the bolt cutters properly in place where they wouldn’t bite through the skin but snapped them together fairly easily.

You shuddered a soft sob, relief dripping from your eyes as you rubbed at your wrists. Astarion didn’t wait for further instructions, you needed to move.

He knelt by your feet, slotting one link of the chain between the thick metal teeth, then braced one handle against his thigh. It bruised and dug into the flesh of his leg, but he didn’t stop.

The metal didn’t relent, but neither would he.

“Astarion-”

“Just... hold on, darling!” he says, pausing only briefly to give you a reassuring smile. “I’m no Lae’zel or Karlach; strength isn’t exactly my forte but I’ve... almost got it...!”

Teeth grit, fueled by fear and desperation, Astarion pulled harder and harder, feeling the bruise work against the bone and listening to his back crackle at the strain. He shifted, readjusting – maybe one half of the link would be enough? It was dented – that was a good sign.

You rested both hands on Astarion’s shoulders, steadying you both as he groaned under the effort. He jerked the handle to and fro, desperately trying to force the iron link to submit to iron teeth.

With one final effort, the metal finally crunched, and you were free.

Astarion’s arms encircled you with a strength that made you feel safe and cherished, while you nestled your head against his chest.

“You... how did you...?”

“I knew from the moment they took you,” Astarion said, smoothing down your arms, the motion was slow and helped calm you down a little. “I was, let’s say, aware of their presence in camp. But like you, I wanted to avoid a messy fight and so I tracked you down myself and... thank the gods I did.”

“Guess they helped out a little, after all,” you weakly joked.

“Oh shush,” he softly retorted. “It was fairly easy, what with that awful stench those creatures' reek of.”

“So, it was you... in the meadow.”

“It was,” he smiled, but it was tinged with bitterness. “I almost had you, if only I’d been quicker, or less sloppy, you wouldn’t have...”

His eyes, pools of worry and tenderness, never left your face. He reached out with a hand that trembled, his fingers brushing away strands of your disheveled hair. His touch was feather-light, as if he feared causing you any more discomfort.

With a voice softer than a whisper, he asked, “Did… did they…?” The words carried the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions.

“It’s okay,” you said, reaching out to caress his cheek. “I’m okay.”

He nodded, his lips curling into a tender smile as he leaned into your touch. Gently, he began to inspect your injuries. His fingers traced the contours of your throat, seeking out any sign of any permanent damage. With each touch, he was meticulous, ensuring that he didn’t aggravate the forming bruise.

"Does it hurt much?" he inquires softly, his expression unreadable, almost dazed.

You wince slightly but shake your head. "It's bearable.”

He leans in, his breath warm against your skin, as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "You're so, so strong, my dear," he whispers, his words a soothing balm to your wounded soul.

His soft gaze hardens as he glares down at the goblins' bodies that littered the room. “Death is too good for them. I’m almost tempted to have them revived so I can make them suffer just a little longer.”

“How did you even manage to kill so many?” you ask, you knew he was a dab hand at killing but even he couldn’t take on a whole horde by himself.

“They were all so engrossed in their little ritual, they didn’t even see me coming,” Astarion said with a shrug. “That’s what you get for blind faith, I suppose.”

You wanted to laugh, but your throat hurt too much.

“Come on, darling,” Astarion gently looped your arm around his shoulder and guided you, going as slow as your aching legs would allow. “Let’s get you home.”

Your eyes met his in a gaze that transcended words, a silent conversation of empathy and understanding. In that moment, the world ceased to exist beyond the contours of your bodies, and the only reality was the sensation of skin against skin, the intoxicating scent of each other's presence, and the unspoken promise that he would never allow this to happen to you again.

xxx

Links to my other Astarion works

Everything's Fine

Restless

Request - Astarion kills everyone in his path to get to you

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woso-fan13 · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023: 8 (ENGWNT)

No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”

You had gotten sick a few days ago, right in the middle of camp. In hopes of avoiding sharing all of your germs, you tried to quarantine yourself. It didn’t work. Your fellow Lionesses had been checking in on you constantly, hanging out in your room and giving you a run down on what you had missed.

Esme had come to check on you, knocking cheerily at the door. When you didn’t respond, she knocked again- louder this time. There was still no response. A third time, again met with silence.

Slightly worried but figuring that you might just be sleeping, Esme went a few doors down, knocking on Leah’s door. The Captain answered, grabbing a key to your room once Esme explained the situation. The two tried once more to knock at your door, the lack of response causing the uneasy feeling both women had to grow.

All of the knocking had gained attention at this point, now several players had gathered in the hallway.

“What’s happening?” A clueless Ella Toone asked as she turned a corner only to run into the crowd.

“Y/N’s not answering,” Esme responds, “we’re just worried. Hopefully it’s nothing.”

“Let me try,” Tooney says.

She walks up to the door, knocking loudly before hollering your name. She takes a step back, obviously waiting for you to grumpily pull the door open. There’s no movement on the other side.

Now, the whole team had gathered, minus a few players who had run off to get some staff members. Leah pushes to the front of the crowd, shoving a key at the lock and opening the door. The girls flow into the room, eyes searching.

You’re on the bed, a pile of blankets over you. It looks like you had just been sleeping heavily. Many of the girls relax after seeing you, figuring you just didn’t hear the knocking.

But Esme still feels uneasy, scooting up and sitting next to you on the bed. Thinking that being able to touch you would assure herself that you were real, she places a hand on the top of your head. Instantly, she can feel the concerning heat rolling off of you.

She pushes the hair out of your face, resting a hand on your forehead. She looks at the group with a look of panic. Leah reaches forward and is met by the same excruciating heat. She moves to sit next to Esme on the bed, the two women unsure as to what to do. The rest of the team watches on, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the medical staff.

Esme moves her hand to your shoulder, shaking it slightly while calling your name. Even as her voice grows louder and more desperate, you don’t respond. Eventually, you shift. Your eyes open slightly, the fever evident in them as you look around confused and unaware. You see blonde hair that you know, one hand reaching out to it. A cool hand stops your hand, holding it close.

Before you’re aware of it happening, you’re pulled into a seated position. You sway, unable to support yourself. A pair of arms wrap around you before you tumble, pulling you into a solid body. You think you say something, but you’re not sure. Everything’s a blur.

Tired of waiting, Esme stands up from the bed. Reaching down, she pulls you from Leah and into her own arms.

“We’re going to A&E, are you coming?”

Leah is quick to follow, racing into her room to grab car keys before following Esme out of the building. The two women get you into the back seat, Esme sliding in after you and allowing you to slump against her. Leah quickly buckles and starts the car, pulling up directions while leaving the parking lot.

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The three of you are in the waiting room, your body splayed across your teammates. They’re using an ice pack a nurse was kind enough to grab to try and cool you off while they wait in the overcrowded ER. Your fever is still going strong.

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dgct2 · 7 days

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MAJOR SPOILERS FOR CRIMSON SKY

When Blackthorne stepped up to be her second as she was about to commit seppuku (suicide) in Shōgun‘s pivotal Episode 9, that was the “moment she realizes that what they share is much deeper than what she had anticipated,” Sawai tells TV Insider. “That’s the gesture that changes everything.”

Seconding her seppuku means striking the fatal blow. Mariko would first stab herself in the gut, and then Blackthorne would decapitate her as the tradition mandates. That he was ready to do this for Mariko was the ultimate symbol of Blackthorne’s evolution from the beginning of the series to now. It’s the highest sign of respect that he can give, as it prioritizes her cultural customs and loyalty over his own desires for her to keep living. And he begged her to keep living.

“He’s taking her over his own religion and beliefs,” Sawai explains of the powerful moment. “A couple scenes before that he’s asking her to keep living for him. And so I think that it just shows that he really, really cares, and that is the most romantic thing that you could ever do for someone that you love.”

They slept together once more after the thwarted seppuku. The energy between them in that moment was a defiant refusal to deny their feelings any longer, initiated by a yearning Blackthorne. But even if Buntaro had died, Sawai doesn’t see a world where Mariko and Blackthorne would have ended up together forever. “I don’t think it was realistic for that to happen,” she admits.

Mariko was never in denial about her love for Blackthorne, even if she hid it deep within herself. “Circumstances are not going to let her be with him, and so you can’t keep chasing something that you’re not going to be,” Sawai says. “It’s not healthy to keep wanting to chase it, but it’s undeniable what they share. That connection is truly just their own thing. It’s very, very intimate.”

Mariko never believed they would end up together, but Sawai reveals that her translator definitely “holds onto” their connection as a comfort in tough times. She doesn’t let her guard down again, however, until circumstances push her to let go of all restraint.

Mariko’s seppuku was stopped at the last moment by Lord Ishido (Takehiro Hira), but he sent a group of assassins to kill her later that night. When she, Blackthorne, Lord Yabushige (Tadanobu Asano), and other women were cornered and outnumbered, Blackthorne desperately tried to protect them from canon fire in a shed, whereas Mariko accepted death. “Anjin-sama, let it come,” she told her lover with tears in her eyes. You could see every ounce of love Mariko had for Blackthorne in this brief, tender moment before the blast killed her. Sawai played that scene as Mariko’s one chance to let all of her love for Blackthorne pour out.

“I remember just looking at Cosmo/Blackthorne and feeling like this is her goodbye. She’s not going to be able to come up to him and hold his hand and say this stuff,” Sawai shares. “It was wishful also to just accept your fate because that’s something that Blackthorne couldn’t do. He’s trying to control everything, and she’s just someone who’s like, we live and we die. We control nothing beyond that. She’s just looking at him like, I’m going to go, but thank you. And I hope you understand.”

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Chapter 2

Gojo Satoru x reader

Wc: 1692

Curseless au

Summary: Amidst the zombie apocalypse, your courage shines as you not only saves lives but capture the heart of Gojo Satoru. Together with his first-year students, you all embark on a perilous journey, not only for survival but in a quest for a cure that adds a poignant layer to the unfolding romance.

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Nothing was normal. Laws, regulations and rules were nonexistent. It had been a full two months since the first attacks. You stayed in your apartment unless you had to venture out for food and supplies.

The world was quiet, you estimated about 70% of humanity gone. You had encountered real people on your runs, a few gangs had formed and were stealing from others.

It's very risky to be all alone, you could defend yourself well, but it's nothing if the other group outnumbered you; which was every time.

You armed yourself with a bow and some knives. All the firearms were the first things raided, occasionally you'll hear shots in the distance.

The pantry in your kitchen was dwindling down on food. Your last run being weeks ago, if you're being honest the gangs scared you more than the zombies.

You slowly pulled the cardboard blocking the view inside back and looked around. You wanted to make sure there were none of those things waiting to pounce on you.

Quietly, you unlocked the door and walked outside, making sure it was safe you closed the door.

The cold air prickled your skin, with the cold coming the zombies slowed, you're absolutely terrified of being alone. The familiar intersection that you used to cross every morning for work was silent.

You could only focus on the whistle of the light wind moving your hair, cautiously looking around you as you moved forward to the corner store ahead.

The windows were shattered and the doors were damaged. You had low hopes of anything useful inside, but it wouldn't kill to check just in case.

You pulled an arrow from behind your back, ready to shoot as you walked slowly into the store. You pointed in all directions, listening carefully. The silence was enough for you to lower your bow.

The aisles were rid of everything, blood splattered randomly on the walls and ground. You softly sigh, figuring there wouldn't be much. You go down on all fours and look underneath the shelves.

There were two cans of some soup that seemed good enough to eat. You look around before putting them in your backpack quietly.

After going through all the aisles and looking underneath you scored some cereal and a few more cans of soup. You're sure these will last you maybe only a few days before you'd have to venture out again.

You walk some more to hit other stores in town. There was an unfamiliar building that had caught your attention, the sign showing it was a grocery store.

This must've been the bad part of town that you avoided before this mess. Without any other luck in the other stores you decide that this would be the last one before heading back to your apartment.

Once again, your bow was raised upon entering, the quietness easing your nerves. This store was much bigger than the last few you had been in.

You sighed as you weren't having much luck in this store.

"Nobara!" You heard a whisper-yell.

You froze in your tracks, assuming it was another run in with a gang. You grabbed an arrow, ready to shoot and run if anything happened.

The once steady heartbeat you had was gone, it was rapidly beating in your chest. You struggled to keep your breaths quiet.

"This isn't safe." You heard another voice as a group entered.

You circled around in the aisles, trying your best to quietly escape. Chills made themselves up on your arms as a huge bang came from a few aisles down.

"Gojo-sensei! We have to be quiet." The voice from earlier says loudly.

Shuffling from behind you made you quickly turn around, a zombie was making its way over to you.

"Oh shit." You hear, "There's some in here!"

You let go of the arrow and it pierced the zombies chest, making it fall down. You ran towards the entrance and bumped into a tall white-haired male, you glance at him and the two of you were now surrounded by zombies.

Without any thought, you shoot arrows at as many as you could and shuffled backwards at the same time. The man next to you got up and exited the building. Soon you were able to as well and shut what was left of the door.

You ran until you were safe, the group that was in there with you were standing in front of you.

"You almost got us killed, Nobara!" A pink-haired boy yelled at a girl.

"That wasn't my fault." She argued.

"We almost died." You scoffed at the white-haired male.

"But we didn't." He smiles, "Thanks for saving us." He extends his hand.

You push it away, "What the hell are you guys doing? Do you have anything protecting yourselves?"

"Not on me right now." He says.

You stand cautiously and hear something snap, looking behind you the stampede of zombies was now making its way towards you and the group.

"Education lesson over! Run!" The tall man says and grabs your arm to pull you with them.

You had no choice but to follow them for the meantime as you all avoided the zombies. You broke up with the group and started to run back to your place, not trusting the group.

Quick steps followed behind you, the group now standing on your porch. You draw your bow at them and they all cautiously put their arms up.

"You here to steal from me?" You angrily say, now feeling stupid for leading them to your place.

"No no! You've got it all wrong." The man says and looks behind him, the stampede coming closer.

"We're trustworthy, I swear." The pink-haired boy begs. "Let us in please, at least until they leave."

You open your door and they quickly run in, you locked the doors and put up your protective pieces to block everything out. As you turned around you drew a knife.

"Woah, chill." The man nervously chuckled, banging sounds were coming in contact with your place, you flinched. Hating the noise.

"Who are you and what do you want?" You ask.

"I'm Gojo Satoru, and these are some of my students." He turns to them, "Nobara, Itadori, and megumi."

"What do you want from me?" You ask again.

"Shelter right now." Gojo laughs. "We're not in any gangs if that's what you're worried about."

"So you don't want to steal from me?"

"Not at all." Itadori speaks.

"Put your weapons down." You demand, the three students look at their teacher and he nods. They all drop some sort of weapon.

"You know our names now, so what's yours?" Megumi says.

You hesitate to tell them, still unsure. "I don't feel comfortable telling you that."

Megumi begins to open his mouth before Gojo covers it with his large hand. "Again, thank you for what you did back there. And for letting us stay here. I promise we're not here to cause any trouble."

You slowly nod, "What school did you teach at?"

"Jujutsu high school, I have an id if you'd like to see it." You nod and he slowly reaches in his pocket to pull his wallet out, handing you the card.

You inspect it, it seemed real, his hair was slightly longer now than in the picture. You handed it back, "Thank you." You lower your knife.

"So what do you do?" Nobara speaks up, catching you off guard.

"What do you mean?" You say.

"Before all of this, what'd you do for a living." She says and takes a seat as well, the other two boys following her.

"I was beginning my residency and working at a hospital nearby." You say.

"So you're a doctor?" Itadori smiles.

"Doctor in training." You correct. It was silent for a few moments, "I'm Y/n L/n."

"It's nice to meet you." Gojo softly smiles, "Have you been alone this whole time?"

You nod, "Has it just been you four?"

"No, we had some others but we got kinda split up. We're sorta on a mission to look for them." Gojo explains.

"You know, power in numbers." Itadori adds. "We've had our fair share of run ins with gangs."

"So have I." You say. The banging became less and less, but nighttime arrived quickly. You felt bad if you kicked them out, but you weren't sure if having them stay was the smartest decision.

"I'm tired, Gojo." Nobara yawns.

"It's dark out." He peeks his head through a window. "Can't see shit."

You bounce your leg, thinking of what to do.

"I hate to ask this cause I know we just met, but would it be possible for us to stay here? Just for tonight." Gojo asks.

"We'll do anything." Itadori joins.

"You can stay." You decide. "Just leave the weapons with me, you'll get them tomorrow." You say. "The bathrooms that way," you point, "I'll get some blankets and pillows for the couch."

"Thank you." They all say.

Your couch is an L shape, but from what you were looking at the three students took up the entirety of it.

"I'll be getting settled here on the floor, do you happen to have a futon?" Gojo asks.

"No, unfortunately I don't." You sheepishly smile.

"No worries, we also understand if you lock your door. It's your place after all." Gojo says more quietly now, noticing the first years are fast asleep.

"Thank you." You say and hand him some blankets, "Don't leave before I wake up, I have your weapons with me, remember." You say and he nods.

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Collision of fate

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x reader Warnings: none Notes: idk what this is or where this is going, enjoy the ride. And I'm sorry, as usual, not proof-read, ain't nobody got time for that. Also having editing issues again, don’t know what i’m doing wrong lol

Summary: A fender-bender with a tour bus sparks frustration, but quickly turns it into a sweet connection with smiles and the promise of new beginnings.

The guys were in the middle of their European tour, driving through the countryside of a small European town. As their tour bus rumbled along the roads of a small village, the sun hung low in the sky, painting the countryside with a warm glow. However, amidst the peaceful scenery, danger was just around the corner.

You on the other hand were driving quite aggressively, frustration simmering inside you. It was another day colored by your boyfriend's insensitive actions, leaving you seething with irritation. Desperate to shake off the frustration, you cranked up the volume of the music, the powerful chords of some random 80s rock song on the radio reverberating through your speakers. With each verse, you poured your heart into the lyrics, as an escape from your troubles. But just as you began to find some solace in the music, disaster struck.

As the spinning car finally stopped, the huge tour bus screeched to a halt, the sound of the collision snapped Noah out of his thoughts.

In a blur of shock and anger, you approached the group of men emerging from the bus. Your voice ringing out outrage. "What in the world were you thinking?" you yelled in your native language, your words sharp and pointed. “Did you never learn how to drive?!"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down there" Matt interjected, stepping forward with his hands in defeat, trying to keep this a civil conversation. "We're really sorry about what happened. It was an accident.”

"Accident? You call this an accident?" you shot back, switching to English, your voice rising with every word. "You nearly killed me!"

“It was an honest miscalculation, I swear," Matt insisted, "Let's just try to sort this out calmly, okay?"

But your anger was relentless, fueled by adrenaline and the shock of the near miss. "Calm? You want me to be calm?" you snorted. “How can I be calm when you almost turned me into a statistic?"

Matt exchanged a helpless glance with the crew, unsure of how to calm things down. Your anger was clear to everyone. Noah watched quietly as you let out your frustration, speaking, yelling actually, passionately in your European accent. Despite being outnumbered and seemingly outmatched, you stood your ground, and Noah couldn’t help but feel impressed. There was something undeniably captivating about the fire in your eyes, the strength in your voice as you held them to account.

“Guys, what do we do?" Someone whispered, Noah couldn’t quite hear who because of the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

"We apologize, again" Noah interjected, stepping forward to address you directly. "I'm truly sorry for what happened. It was never our intention to cause harm. We are not familiair with these roads and our bus driver miscalculated the small road.”

Your gaze softened slightly at his words, though the fire in your eyes still burned bright. "An apology won't fix my car though” you snapped back.

"I understand" Noah replied genuinely, "We'll do whatever we can to make it right. Please, let us help."

As apologies were exchanged and tensions started to calm, Noah felt drawn to you. Despite the chaos, he couldn't help but notice the way your brown hair fell in loose waves around your shoulders, catching the sunlight. Your hazel eyes holding a fierce determination. And your sun-kissed skin that seemed to glow in the fading light, adding more to your captivating aura.

You stood there in your adorable sunflower dress, defiant yet somehow ethereal, and Noah couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was more than mere coincidence. There was something about you that tugged at his heartstrings.

And so, amidst this unfortunate meeting, a conversation blossomed. Noah found himself hanging on your every word, captivated by your beauty and undeniable charisma as you finalized the insurance paperwork. Meanwhile, you couldn't help but feel at ease in Noah's presence, he was the one to calm you down in the first please. His calm demeanor and genuine concern put you at ease, and you couldn't deny finding him kind of … cute?

Noah discreetly glanced at the paperwork in his hand, subtly searching for your name. You caught him in the act and offered him a playful smirk. "What? Can’t find my name?” you teased, your voice tinged with amusement.

He chuckled at being caught. He couldn't help but find your thick accent cute when you spoke in English, adding a charming touch to your already captivating presence.

"Ah, busted" he admitted with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I suppose I'll have to rely on you to fill in the blank."

You flashed a knowing smile and replied, "Y/N. And you are?"

Noah extended his hand with a warm smile. "I'm Noah, and these are ...” He introduced each member of the band and the crew present in turn, all wearing the same apologetic expression.

You waited together for the towing service to arrive and collect your car, the initial tension was nowhere to be found. Everyone present engaged in small talk, trying to lighten the mood and make amends for the accident.

As a gesture of apology, Noah leaned in and said, "We really feel terrible about what happened. Can we at least make it a bit better if we invite you to our concert tomorrow night?"

You couldn't help but smile at the offer, touched by their sincerity. "I'd like that," you replied, feeling a sense of warmth in your chest at the unexpected invitation.

PART TWO

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 9 months

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My knights. Venti-Like! Reader 2

Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Sigma

Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Chuuya Nakahara

Part I

Fluff. Cuddles. Kisses.

Small one shot. Poly relationship. No ship between characters, they only have relationship with you.

Warning: OOC. Someone tries to shame Reader for having multiple partners. English is my second language.

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You and your four... husbands were having a night out. Yes, you finally agreed to Gogol's proposal. And... Osamu's, Sigma's and Chuuya's proposal.

You five spend so much time together, that others already considered you a married... group.

After some discussion, they agree to try a polyamory relationship with you. They weren't interested in each other, but they were interested in you. Slowly, you five managed to make this relationship work.

Then, one day, after getting drunk, Dazai, Gogol, Sigma and Chuuya tried to find a way to make your union official. Unfortunately, in this country you can't have multiple spouses. At least official.

So, instead, you bought four rings and proposed to Gogol, Dazai, Chuuya and Sigma.

They also bought rings for you.

Let's just say, you have to wear your wedding rings on a golden chain around your neck.

The wedding was small. Hawthorne was a priest.

You also learned, that Alcott and Higuchi are crying on weddings.

The wedding was fun.

It was a month ago. Today, you five decide to go to a bar and have a few drinks.

While your husbands were getting your orders, two people decide to introduce themselves.

"Hey, what a cutie like you doing in this place all alone? Let us keep your company."

You glare at the talking person.

"Not interested."

The second person chuckled and leaned towards you.

"Common, don't play hard to get. What's your name."

And then you heard Gogol's voice.

"Their name is [Y/N]. And they are married"

In one minute, Kolya was standing near you and Osamu, Sigma and Chuuya were standing before you.

The duo were startled.

"Wha... Where did you?"

Kolya grinned and grab your hand.

"Let me repeat. That are my spouse, [Y/N]. And these."

Kolya point at Osamu, Sigma and Chuuya.

"Are my spouse's husbands."

The First Person mumble.

"Four husbands... How many people you need in your bed to keep it warm?"

At the end, you five started a bar fight. Somehow, five of you manage to escape before the cops arrived.

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You were laying on your bed. In the middle of the cuddle pile.

You were laying on Kolya and Osamu, while Sigma and Chuuya were laying on you.

Been in a cuddle pile were nice. Kolya was playing with your hair, Osamu was whispering sweet words in your ear, kissing your temple from time to time, Chuuya was leaving butterfly kisses on your neck and Sigma was tracing invisible lines on your hand.

You sighed and looked at Kolya.

"Kolya... Was it necessary to start a bar fight?"

Kolya grinned and kiss your temple.

"Sorry, Ptenchik¹, but I couldn't let these brutes offend my dear spouse."

Chuuya huff and kiss your chin.

"The clown is right, darling. They were harassing you."

You rolled your eyes. Without turning your head, you asked.

"Osamu, I guess, you are with them?"

You feel Osamu's lips on your cheek.

"I am, My Dear Guiding Light."

Sigma smiles shyly and plants a kiss in the corner of your mouth.

"You are outnumbered, my sweet."

You huff.

"Okay, I give up, it's not like I can change your mind. You did defeat my honor. So, thank you, my brave knights."

Sigma was the first one you kissed. Sigma was red, when the kiss ended.

Then you kissed Dazai. He tried to make the kiss last longer. He wants to make Chuuya jealous.

Then you kissed Chuuya. Chuuya was grinning from ear to ear.

Kolya was the one, who kissed you. Little sneaky brat.

"Okay, let's cuddle more. I still need my hugs and kisses."

The rest of the night was full of warmth and hugs. You love this four. And they love you.

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¹Baby bird (Russian)

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Prompt 16 - Arrange

@jegulus-microfic March 16 Word count 960

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Regulus hadn’t realised how many death eaters were in the castle. They were vastly outnumbered. Bellatrix pushed her way to the front of the group. Her wand firmly pointed at Regulus.

“I thought I told you not to touch anything!” He yelled as he spun around to face Remus. The young werewolf stood there holding a giant moonstone, looking sheepish.

“Sorry,” He said, ducking his head. “Moonstone. I couldn’t resist.”

“Put-it-back!” Regulus growled at him. Remus put the moonstone back in its case, fumbling it and nearly dropping it. Regulus was impressed that Remus had made himself look inept. Those in the room would probably start underestimating him.

Regulus turned back to face his cousin.

“Bella, I apologise for this idiot’s actions. I admit I neglected to keep an eye on him. I was looking for that extraordinary dagger you brought back from France when we were younger. I was always fascinated by the pattern on the hilt, and I thought it might be in here.” He looked around interestedly for good measure.

Bellatrix’s scowl disappeared from her face, and a genuine smile replaced it.

“It is in the cabinet over there.” She pointed to one of the glass cases on the opposite wall. Regulus allowed his eyes to light up.

“May I?” She nodded at him, raising her wand and removing the ward from it. He plucked the dagger from its stand and ran his finger over the swirling pattern on its handle.

“It is yours, cousin,” Bellatrix beamed at him as she shooed the others out of the room. “On one condition,” She looked at him pointedly. Regulus waited for her to continue. “You use it on Sirius,” She grinned nastily at him. “Make sure he realises it’s mine.” Regulus could feel a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he fought to keep his mask in place.

“I’m sure I can arrange that, Bella.” He let the corner of his mouth lift into a sort of smile. Bellatrix jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

“What is going on, Bella?” Voldemort’s voice sounded, sending a chill through Regulus. He didn’t know if Voldemort knew his Horcrux was in this room or not. Bellatrix spun around and fell to the floor as she curtsied as low as she could.

“I apologise for the combustion, My Lord. Regulus’s pet got drawn in by the moonstone.” They all turned their gazes to Remus. Remus kept his head bent and his eyes on the floor.

“And what do you have to say about that, Mr Lupin?” Voldemort asked, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the cup.

“Sorry,” Remus tried, but Voldemort’s attention was no longer on him.

“Bella, I thought I told you I wanted this in your vault.” Voldemort hissed. Bellatrix went pale.

“My Lord, forgive me, please.”

“Why is it still here, Bella?” Regulus watched as he slipped his wand out of his robes. He caught Bellatrix shaking out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m sorry, My Lord. Rodolphus wanted to display it—” Anything else she had been going to say was cut off by her screams as Voldemort hit her with the Cruciatus curse.

“See that it is moved. Today.” He removed the spell and ignored Bellatrix’s whimpering. “Regulus, would you join me in the drawing room?” He didn’t wait for an answer and swept out of the room. Regulus spared one look at his cousin, who managed to wave him away.

“Lupin.” He said before following Voldemort out of the room.

His insides were in turmoil. He hoped that Voldemort couldn’t sense that the Horcrux was now in this room and that it had followed him through the house.

He sat when told and listened as well as he could to the discussions in the room.

“My brother has not yet revealed himself. We believe the order has him in a safe house of some sort. We doubt they know that we are aware of his survival, but Remus here is narrowing down the possible locations.”

Strangely, Voldemort had accepted that excuse and seemed happy with their progress. The meeting didn’t last long, and they were able to leave quickly. Bellatrix hadn’t reappeared, but one of the other death eaters whispered to him that she’d rushed out saying something about Gringotts. At least that was one less thing for them to worry about.

Regulus had taken to using the Order’s way of apparating to random places before his true destination to throw off anyone following him. So, four stops later, they were back at Evan’s.

Sirius was sat on the bed while Pandora kneeled behind him, fiddling with his hair. He already had a dozen or so delicate blue flowers woven into his curls, and Pandora was adding more and twisting some of his hair into intricate plaits. Remus stroked one of the flowers, and Regulus heard him whisper.

“You look beautiful.” Before he pressed a kiss onto Sirius’s reddening cheek.

“So, how did it go?” Evan asked, scowling at his sister. He and Barty had been forced onto the floor.

James came to stand beside him and worriedly looked at the scowl on Regulus’s face.

Regulus pulled the cup out of his pocket and tossed it to Evan, who peered at it until his eyes went wide.

“How did you get this?”

“Bella had it in her collections room.” Barty took the cup from Evan's hands, and his mouth dropped open.

“That arrogant bastard. I can’t believe you just took it out from under what’s left of his nose.” Regulus let a huge smirk take over his face.

“Hogwarts, next then?” James said as he pulled Regulus into his arms.

“Hogwarts next.” He repeated, grinning at James. Just like that, they had another Horcrux.

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THE GREAT WAR | PART IV |

"Soldier down on that icy ground looked up at me with honor and truth, broken and blue, so I called off the troops that was the night I nearly lost you, I really thought I lost you"

part 1, part 2, part 3 , part 5 | masterlist

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

word count: 3,4k>

series summary: After things fell apart it seemed that Joel and you were falling into pieces.

series warning: angst, fluff, established relationship, age gap (Reader is in her late 20s, Joel is in his late 40s), child loss, anger, some tension, allusions to smut (nothing suggestive though).

A/n: I remind you that English is not my first language so please forgive any mistake. No proofread, sorry.

A few days later, Joel and Rhia found themselves in a dangerous situation. While they were exploring the town to gather supplies, they unexpectedly stumbled upon a menacing group of raiders. Armed and clearly looking for a confrontation, there was no chance of sharing a peaceful moment with them.

Caught off guard, Joel and Rhia retreated quietly but failed at not being seen. They had already been spotted by the group. Panic surged through their veins as they realized they were being chased. Desperately trying to run in order to evade the group, they took the wrong turn and ended up in a dead-end alley. They were fucked.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Rhia whispered, her eyes filled with worry as she looked at Joel.

Joel’s heart pounded in his chest as he tried to think quickly. His determination to protect Rhia was the only thought on his mind. Before he could even think about a plan to escape, they were interrupted.

“No way out, lovebirds”, The man who seemed to be the leader, grinning maliciously.

Joel stepped in front of Rhia, determined to shield her. “We are not looking for trouble”.

The raider leader laughed mockingly “Well, trouble found you."

Rhia tightly gripped Joel’s hand. “Be wise”, she whispered.

Their hearts pounded with adrenaline as they both knew a confrontation was coming. The raiders stepped forward and closeted them, their presence irradiating danger.

Amidst the impending danger, Rhia’s eyes caught what might be their door to freedom. A ladder ran along the top of the alley walls, forming a makeshift escape route to the roof of a nearby building.

Without hesitation, Rhia grabbed Joel’s hand and forced them both towards the ladder. Fueled by adrenaline, they moved with remarkable agility and speed, the angry shouting of the raiders echoing in the alley.

Once they reached the ladder, Joel gestured to Rhia to climb first. She quickly ascended, using every ounce of strength to propel her upward. She looked down at Joel, and when she didn’t spot him behind, her heart stopped beating. The ladder was empty, with no sign of him.

“Joel”, she called out in desperation, her voice quivering with fear. There was no response, only the echoes of the raider’s voice.

Fear gripping her body, instinct took over, and Rhia sprinted back towards the ladder, descending as fast as she could. Her unwavering determination focused on saving Joel.

As she reached the bottom, her fears became reality. Joel was cornered by the raiders, outnumbered.

His soldier down.

“Let him go!” Rhia’s scream pierced the tense air, her focus shifting from Joel to the raiders in an attempt to draw their attention away from him.

Their raiders turned their cold eyes towards her, their leader sneering “Oh, looks like the doll decided to join the party. You’re not escaping this time”

Though her heart pounded, Rhia refused to back down. She was determined to protect Joel at all costs.

“Try something, bitch. You’ll regret it”, the leader threatened, pulling out his gun.

Rhia’s mind was racing, but she had no other choice. Without a second thought, she reached for the weapon hidden under her shirt, a knife. A last resource of hers in certain situations. Her training might have been rusty, but the knife could buy her and Joel some time.

The men were unfazed, they had faced danger before, but what they enjoyed the most in a world like this l was seeing the fear in their victims’ eyes.

As the group of menacing men closed in on her. She brandished the knife with determination. “Stay back” she warned.

The leader sneered “Poor baby, drop that knife before you hurt yourself.”

“No” she answered, refusing to yield.

The man in front of her smirked “Okay, so I will take it from you.”

He approached her carefully, believing he could overpower her easily, but Rhia’s training and skill with the knife kicked in. In a split second, she lunged forward, slashing the knife with unexpected speed. The leader’s screeched in pain as he felt the blade. Blood dripping from the wound, he stumbled back, dropping his gun.

The other raiders stopped, unsure of how to act without their leader’s orders. Rhia’s eyes locked onto Joel’s, and at that moment, she swore she had seen a small smirk on his face acknowledging his pride. She bought time, and she wasn’t going to waste it.

Rhia took a step forward, her voice carrying courage. “We won’t be your victims.”

The raiders remained in place, exchanging glances. They used to torture their victims and now, they were taken aback by this sudden change.

Joel saw an opportunity. He managed to disarm one of the raiders who was distracted by his recent actions. He killed him, unleashing chaos among the group.

Rhia’s first instinct was to protect herself and fight back, but a hand grabbed her by the head. In a fit of rage, the leader slammed his face against the wall. The impact caused a searing pain in her skull, leaving her momentarily disoriented.

Joel, witnessing all this, felt a surge of fury like never before. His blood boiled with it. With a calculated and swift movement, Joel lunged forward and tackled the man to the ground. His adrenaline running through his veins, his focus solely on protecting Rhia.

With a signal from one of the raiders, they rushed to free their leader from Joel’s grip but Rhia, with force and determination, targeted the nearest raider. The searing pain in his core sent him to the ground, giving her the chance to focus on the others.

She fought back, all the fury bottled up unleashed her anger into each movement, ending all the men by herself.

As she was taking deep breaths, Joel was managing to keep the leader pinned to the ground. Nevertheless, the man managed to land a brutal blow to Joel’s leg. Agonizing pain shot through Joel’s body, causing him to release his hold.

The man took advantage of the moment and pushed Joel off him. He rose to his feet, a malicious grin spreading across his face as he saw the chance to finally take control all over again. However, Rhia was faster and without his squad of men to protect him, she took the chance of stabbing him to his death.

Breathing heavily, Rhia turned to Joel, who was lying on the ground clutching his injured limb in agony. Her heart sank at the sight, and without hesitation, she approached him, kneeling beside his side.

Swiftly, Rhia tore a strip of fabric from her torn shirt and managed to make a makeshift tourniquet to stop the bleeding from Joel’s leg.

“Can you stand up?” She asked.

He nodded, and with Rhia’s help, he mustered all his strength, gradually rising to his feet, leaning entirely on her.

Rhia knew she needed to find a place to treat his wound and to stay the night.

“I need to get you out of here” Rhia said, her voice urgent. “Can you walk?”

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Joel nodded, allowing himself to rely on Rhia to provide him with much-needed support as they started walking.

Time seemed to last an eternity as they moved. until they finally came across a rusty house that appeared to offer needed refuge. Rhia helped Joel inside, guiding him to a weathered sofa.

Once settled, Rhia examined Joel, focusing solely on his wound. It was deep and still bleeding.

“Okay” she inhaled. “I need to clean this and stop the bleeding completely.”

She rummaged through her backpack, looking for a first aid kit she always carried with her. She gently cleaned the wound, trying her best to help Joel.

Joel winced, showing evident discomfort, yet he didn’t utter a word.

“Look at you, crying like a baby” she remarked, chuckling.

Joel managed to give Rhia a faint smile. “I never said I was tough ” he replied, “But I have you to take care of me.”

Rhia’s lips curved into a small smile “You’re lucky to have me around” she said, a hint of harshnes in her voice.

Once the wound was completely cleansed, Rhia carefully wrapped a bandage around Joel’s leg, securing it tightly to provide support.

“We need to stay here” she informed him, her gaze resting on Joel. “Your leg needs to heal properly before going back to Jackson.”

“Thank you, don’t know what I would do without you” Joel whispered; his voice filled with genuine gratitude.

Rhia looked up from his wound, her eyes meeting his warmth. “I wasn’t going to let you die” she said. “Now, rest. I’m not going anywhere.”

Rhia helped Joel settle into a comfortable position in that old rusty couch house, making certain he had what he needed for resting.

As the day turned into night, the coldness of winter enveloped Rhia, who was keeping a watchful eye on Joel. With the danger they had faced earlier, she didn’t risk setting up a campfire.

Sitting by Joel’s side on the bed, she wrapped him in a blanket, trying to save him from the chill of the winter night. Her eyes remained fixed on his face; her heart heavy with concern.

As she sat there, Rhia couldn’t help but think about the journey they had been through together. It seemed like a lifetime ago when she saved him and Tess from a dangerous situation. Back then, they were two strangers, now the lines defining their relationship seemed blurred in the haze.

As she was lost in her thoughts, Joel stirred in his sleep. He let out a soft groan, and Rhia’s attention snapped back to him. She gently caressed his cheek.

“Love?” Joel whispered, barely audible.

Rhia’s heart dropped to her stomach and a warm feeling enveloped her, her emotions mixing.

“Nothing is going to happen to you while I’m with you” he murmured in his sleep.

Rhia smiled softly “You and your wounded leg against the world” she teased.

Joel managed a chuckle, wincing at the pain in his leg. “Well, you know me” he replied.

“Rest” she whispered, as she brushed a strand of hair away from Joel’s face. “I’ll keep the watch”

Joel nodded; eyes heavy with exhaustion.

As the first rays of morning light broke through the window, Rhia felt relief. They had survived the night.

Joel’s awakening stirred Rhia from her focus on the daylight. She met his gaze. “Good morning” she greeted him.

Joel blinked a few times, trying to wash off the sleep before looking at Rhia with a drowsy smile. “Morning” he replied, his voice lacing traces of slumber “How long was I out?

“All night” Rhia answered “Let me take a look at your leg,” she said, settling beside him in bed.

Joel tested his leg, wincing slightly “It hurts”. He said “Not as bad as yesterday though.”

Rhia carefully inspected the wound. “It needs more time to heal” she advised.

“Yes, but staying here for too long it’s not safe” Joel’s concern was palpable.

Rhia agreed. Staying in this place made them vulnerable, heightened by the uncertainty surrounding the previous day’s encounter.

“We may be able to move tomorrow, at a slow pace” Rhia finally suggested. “Take breaks as often as you need. I can go out now and look around”

Joel gripped her hand.

“No. I don’t want you to go out there alone”, Joel said, gripping her hand tightly.

“I’ll be careful” Rhia assured. “I won’t go far, I just want to scout the area. We lost some supplies yesterday.”

“Why are you so stubborn?” he asked. A hint of exasperation was evident in his voice.

She chuckled at the question “I spend a lot of time with Ellie.”

Joel smiled at Rhia’s response, “You and Ellie” he said, shaking his head. “Stubborn as they come”

Rhia looked at Joel as a rush of emotions overcame her, leading her to lean in and place a gentle kiss on Joel’s cheek. For a swift moment, the lingering frustration and anger she felt towards the man beside her seemed to fade in the air, replaced by a deep sense of anxiety after the danger they had faced. Blood rushed into her cheeks as she quickly stood up, her actions revealing a fake glimpse of hope.

“Be cautious” he said, showing off a concerned smile. “At the first sight of danger, you come back.”

She nodded, the remnant of a tinted red blush lingering on her face.

“I will,” she said softly, trying to steady her voice.

The cityscape remained eerily quiet, the winter wind cutting through her clothes. Stealthily, she moved from one location to the next, scouring for any remnants of supplies, vigilant, trying to avoid unwanted attention.

As she kept scouting the area, her mind was a whirlwind of memories, tracing the lines on the memory lane of her mind. Her first encounter with Joel lingered there like a tattoo kiss. The idea of relenting and granting forgiveness began to haunt her thoughts.

Once she returned, they would have to tear their banners down.

Having gathered more supplies, she made her way back to the house. A familiar warmth caressed her skin as she slipped inside, securing the door behind her. Relief washed over her.

“I’m back” she announced. “I brought supplies.”

Joel's concern eased from his features. “Any trouble?”

“None,” she said, as she laid out the supplies she had gathered.

As they settled in for the night, Rhia felt an urgent inclination to draw herself closer to Joel. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts.

“Joel?” she whispered in the darkness.

“Yes?” Joel whispered back; his eyes shut in the gloom.

“The night we fought…you told me something.” she tried to keep her voice steady “Did you cheat on me with her?” The question escaped her lips.

She was met with a profound silence.

“I would never do that to you,” he said, broking the stillness that lingered in the suffocating air.

Rhia let out a sigh of relief, her heart easing at Joel’s response.

“Then why did you say that?” she pressed further, her defenses up.

Joel took a deep breath, searching for the right words to say. “I said it because I was angry and hurt. I knew it would hurt you. I wanted you to feel I was in pain too.”

Rhia tried to understand his side. “But why hurt me like that?” her voice, tinged with sadness.

“I don’t know” he looked down with shame. “I don’t have an answer. I was wrong.”

Tears welled up in Rhia’s eyes as she looked at Joel under the soft moonlight sneaking through the window.

“You’re an asshole” she spat.

Joel winced at that, the weight of her words hit him with force. “I get it” he murmured, a heavyweight tainting his heart. “I wish I could undo the past. I’m so sorry, angel”

“You should be,” she said, her voice sounding determined “You broke my heart that night.”

“I despise myself for it” he replied, his voice with heavy regret.

Silence entered the room, allowing their emotions to interwind for the first time in a long time.

Then, her words broke the silence with a fragile voice “Losing our daughter…It was the hardest experience I’ve ever gone through. I shattered into a million pieces” Her voice trembled.

Rhia wiped away a tear, trying to compose herself “You were to supposed to be my support” she continued “But instead, you pushed me away when I needed you the most” she continued. “But instead, you pushed me away when I needed you the most.”

Joel held her gaze, his eyes revealing his emotions. “That day, fear embraced me. The thought of losing you, losing us…It was paralyzing”, he confessed. He was finally saying the truth. “I was grieving. I was angry at the world for snatching away the family I wanted with you. I took it out on you, the person I love the most in the world.

“We were supposed to lean on each other, Joel” she interjected, a longing heartache in her voice.

Joel nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. “I wish I had been stronger for you” his voice broke a little.

Moving closer, Rhia sat beside Joel and gently touched his cheek, wiping away a tear, savoring the feel of his skin beneath her touch. “God, I hate you” she choked, “I want to hate you”

The weight of their emotions hung in the air like a secret language they could not speak with anyone.

Joel’s heart sank as Rhia’s words were told. His raw honesty was something he loved, but now, it was tearing down the banners he had built around himself. “I understand”, he whispered, “I can’t blame you.”

Rhia’s tear-filled eyes met his, her own emotions betraying her. “I’m sick of crying. For you mostly” she confessed, “After losing Daisy we shouldn’t have lost us”, her voice carrying vulnerability.

Joel’s heart ached at her words and the image of his tiny baby. “You’re right” he replied, his voice carrying heavy regret.

“Do you think we can still find our way back to each other?” he asked as he intertwined his fingers with Rhia’s in a tentative connection.

Her breath caught in her throat as she leaned in, closing the distance between them. Her lips trembled as they met Joel’s in a soft kiss.

In that brief moment, Joel pulled back, his eyes searching Rhia’s for any sign of hesitation, but she leaned in again, this time their lips met in a passionate kiss, and at that moment, all the walls crumbled away. The intensity of their love and desire for each other filled the air.

The coldness of winter seemed to disappear and the heat between them amplified the warmth of the air. They deepened the kiss, pouring all their emotions into it. The silence of the eerie world faded away, leaving only the feeling of each other’s lips. The kiss felt as if they were rediscovering the taste of love.

Rhia’s hands found their way to Joel’s hair, gently tangling it, pulling him closer. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer. Rhia moved over him. However, she touched his wound, making Joel wince. They broke the kiss, at that.

“I’m sorry” Rhia chuckled, against his neck.

“It’s okay” Joel reassured, breathlessness “I’m not going to die”

Their bodies were close, hearts pounding. Rhia leaned in again, pressing her lips against his neck, leaving gentle kisses on it. His fingers found their way under her clothes and traced a path down her back, sending shivers through her body.

As they moved together, their bodies seemed to fit perfectly, as if they were the same. With no layers between them, the pleasure was heightened by the knowledge they had faced their darkness at least for a moment. Joel’s hands explored Rhia’s body, caressing her soft skin with a tenderness that made her melt at his touch.

They moved in unison, their bodies dancing to a song they could only hear. It was an intimate dance of love and trust, bringing them closer after being away.

As they finally reached their peak, they held onto each other tightly. Their hearts beating as one.

The room felt warm. Rhia rested her head on Joel’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

“I love you” he broke the silence, tightening his embrace around her, his fingers gently caressing her soft back.

A smile graced Rhia’s lips “I haven’t forgiven you” she admitted, her voice carrying sincerity.

“You have a lot to make up for, you know,” she said, her tone serious.

His gaze softened as he met her gaze, his finger continuing tracing lines on her skin and nodded “I’m willing to do whatever it takes” he repeated “I want to rebuild the trust between us”

Rhia sighed, a soft look playing across her eyes. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin.

Rhia’s heart remained guarded. The scars of pain couldn’t be erased with a simple night of shared intimacy. Their healing requires time, patience, and a steady commitment to rebuild the trust and rewrite the pages of their story.

A/N: Well, I hope you liked it. I'm embarrased and a little bit disappointed in this and the story in general, but I can change that. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you can share your thoughts, comment, reblog, send me asks, pretty please or whatever you want. A lot of hugs to you all. The next part may be the last, but I'm still not sure.

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Little Witch The last kingdom x reader

Chapter 3

Next Chapter -> H E R E

Series Masterlist -> Here

Type: series

Summary: You prove your worth to Uhtred and his friends.

Warnings: 18+ Violence, death, adult themes, etc

You walked as slowly as possible behind the rest. Your hands were bound together, with one piece of rope leading off. The piece tied to Uhtred’s saddle. Keeping you tethered.

You tire quickly from the walking. Trying to keep up with even a slow walk of the horses proves difficult as your sides and wrists burn with pain.

The nervous twist of your stomach, fills your shoes (if you can even call them that) with iron. The gag around your mouth makes it hard to voice any of your concerns about the journey. Every step brings your further to completing your vision. Your racing mind struggles to think of ways to convince these men of their fate.

The lack of speed of the group is apparent to everyone. After maybe a couple of hours it’s Finan who voices his concerns.

“With our pace the way it is, a new king will be on the throne by the time we reach the next city.” Finan complains.

Uhtred nods, “Are you offering your saddle for her?”

The idea of being so close to you unnerves Finan. So he decides to keep his mouth closed for the rest of the journey.

Quicker than you expected you see the road diverge in front of you. The low bubbling panic inside of you comes to a boil. You decide it’s now or never to stop this vision coming true.

You stop walking. You raise your bound hands to the gag around your mouth, trying to untie it.

Your lack of motion is noticed quickly by the others.

The sight makes Uhtred sigh, “Witch we do not have time for this.”

His words do nothing to stop you struggling.

“Maybe she needs a piss Uhtred.” It brings a small chuckle from the others. You roll your eyes at the comments and when you find the gag done too tightly.

Uhtred unties the rope on his saddle. Instead taking it into his hands and winding it in a circle, bringing you closer to his place at the front.

Your struggling does nothing against his pulls. Making you stumble towards him on his white horse.

“What is the matter witch?” You groan around your gag. Frustrated that you can’t talk.

With a signal from Uhtred, Finan works to take off your gag.

“We can’t go this way.” You speak briefly, trying to stay sure of yourself.

“And why little witch, can we not go this way?” Finan asks.

Your eyes don’t leave Uhtred’s, “I’ve seen your death.”

At that moment the horses are sent into a panic, it takes a few minutes for each of their riders to calm them.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Osferth make the sign of the cross. You still stay focused on Uhtred. Despite his cold face his eyes betray him. They show the curiosity that lies beneath.

So you continue, “I had a vision. On the path we take, bandits will jump from behind a rock. They will outnumber you and gain the advantage. They will use a sword as long as you are tall, and kill your horses.”

Uhtred contemplates your words. Deciding if this is some sort of trick or not. Almost as if you can read his thoughts you try to reassure him.

“If I am wrong then you don’t die. But if I am right and you have no listened, your fate is sealed.”

The others remain silent. They have no idea if you are telling the truth. But being outnumbered by bandits is a dire way to try and find out. Silence hangs in the air. Waiting for Uhtred to break it.

“Witch, you will ride with me. You will tell me when we reach this rock.”

He reaches out a gloved hand, to pull you up on to the horse. You body pulls away from his touch. Afraid that if you get on the horse, your vision will come true.

“Our pace will be faster witch, if you get on the horse.” Sihtric snapped. Finding his own horse grow angsty at all the waiting.

Still seeing you were intent on staying grounded, Uhtred moved off his horse. With your rope still in his hand you couldn’t move away from the man.

Without breaking his stride he picks you up by your arms. Then swings you over his horse. Following suit by getting behind you.

Your back is pressed against his front. The saddle itself feels tiny with you both on. His arms come to hold the front of the saddle, making his forearms press against your hips.

The closeness makes you feel hot, blush even. But you try to clear any of those thoughts away.

Being on a horseback again reminds you of your childhood. Of tending to and riding the many horses you had. Your father had been the one to teach you how to ride a horse. By the time you were eight you could help out with them.

It was around the same time your visions started. When they started, some of your happiness left. It was hard to enjoy a childhood, when every night would leave you ceasing, drenched in sweat and full of fear.

You sigh and unconsciously play with the horses mane in front of you. Braiding it slowly in little strands. The action attracts the attention of Uhtred and Finan. Both being able to see you clearly.

Once again Uhtred is reminded of a bunny, when he looks at you. So small and meak, amongst large predators. He questions if you are to be trusted for what feels like the tenth time today.

Your eyes look ahead, seeing the grey, cracked boulder. Hiding behind it of course are the five bandits. Not nearly as skilled as Uhtred and his men, but holding swords and daggers alike.

You touch Uhtred’s gloves hand, turning towards him.

“That’s the rock.”

Uhtred stops the group and orders his men in various different ways. Sihtric and Osferth will ride into the trees and emerge behind the bandits. Finan will travel to the front of the rock with Uhtred, but climb over the rock to get the jump on them. While Uhtred dismounts from his horse and tackles them head on.

Osferth and Sihtric break from the group, going separately to attack from behind. While you remain pinned to the saddle by Uhtred.

“What about the witch?” Finan asks.

Uhtred pulls his dagger from its scabbard and slices your ropes. Discarding them on the floor.

“Witch, you stay near the horse. If you move or run, I’ll hunt you down myself. Understood.” His voice is low and next to your ear. His breath warming your neck.

“Yes.” You don’t dare saying anymore. Your fear freezes your body. You’ve seen their bloody bodies in your vision. You desperately hope it doesn’t become true.

Uhtred and Finan bring the horses to a stop a couple of strides from the rock. You can hear quiet muttering coming from behind it. They dismount and you attempt to as well. With your bruised body it’s made a lot harder, leading to Uhtred helping to pull you off.

You wait by the horses as they take out their swords. Walking slowly, crouched, towards the rock. Swords drawn, ready to fight.

Before Finan can jump on the rock the bandits jump out. Their own swords drawn, the longsword being weld by the largest of the group.

“Die Dane!” The largest shouted, charging at Uhtred. He put his sword up in defence. The clattering of metal filled the road.

Osferth and Sihtric appeared from the trees on horseback, cutting down two men as they ran towards you. The bandits fell to the floor, bleeding out.

You stayed near the horses, you body frozen. You watched as Uhtred fought against his opponent, disarming him of his longsword then cutting him down.

Finan had already killed his opponent. Then went over to Sihtric who was fighting against another of them.

In all the clattering of combat, a bandit had gained the upper hand against Osferth, now holding a sword to his throat. Osferth’s own sword fell beside him as the bandit whispered in his ear.

“You are outnumbered. Surrender and you will keep you life.” Uhtred calls to the man. While he, Finan and Sihtric inched closer to the scene.

“I’m not stupid Dane. Your holy man will walk free.” He points his sword towards you. “In exchange for your woman.”

A cold strike hits your chest. You want to run away. To flee from the fight. But you know what you need to do. You just hope Uhtred will forgive you. You hope they all will forgive you.

You need to do something you know they won’t like. Something that gives them enough grace to reject you, or worse, kill you.

Your body feels heavy as you walk over to the scene. It’s noticed quickly by Uhtred.

“Get back to the horses.” He wants to say witch, but avoids it narrowly, “Woman”

You are stood in front of the bandit now, Osferths wide eyes on you.

“It’s okay Uhtred.” You turn to him. Trying to convey much more in your eyes.

Your eyes glance back to the bandit. Trying to really concentrate on him. Your eyes narrow as you focus on all the negative feelings you’ve been bottling up. Imagining a cork being pulled as they engulf you.

Your body heats as you wish the man pain.

Sure enough his smug face turns to one of pain. As a small headache dances in his head. Like a stab, he feels it engulf his head in pressure. The feeling making his eyes bulge.

He loses his ability to hold Osferth as he starts to gasp and his arms drop to his sides. His head inclined up as he stands limply.

You reach out a hand in his direction, focusing your energy.

Osferth moves out the way just before the man’s nose starts to bleed. Then his eyes and ears become streams of red. His face turning an odd shade of purple.

He struggles for a few more minutes as you hold out your hand. Forcing him to feel a vast amount of pain. His voice gurgles once more, unable to scream, before he drops to the floor. Dead.

The use of power makes you extremely weak. Your body weighs like lead and your eyes become blurred.

You turn around to see the others keeping their distance. Regarding you with hard eyes.

Before you pass out you muster out a weak “I’m sorry.” Past your dry lips.

You fall to the floor, into a dark unconscious state.

#dark #angelsworks post #osferth the last kingdom #uhtred the last kingdom #sihtric the last kingdom #the last kingdom x reader #finan the last kingdom #the last kingdom #the last kingdom Osferth

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Blade Songs, Part 2

Roronoa Zoro x GN!Reader

Warnings: more fighting, graphic descriptions of injuries and sword-related injuries (so, blood)

Summary: You and Zoro have become thick as thieves as time has passed since that one night watch weeks ago. Everything goes swimmingly with the rest of the crew, until you all face a challenge more difficult than usual.

It had been a couple more weeks past that moment you and Zoro had during night watch, and you could now accurately say you both had grown much closer. To the point that even the others were noticing, much to their relief after witnessing the first mate’s initial cold shoulder to the newest recruit.

The two of you grew your friendship steadily but surely, between training together and teaching each other different tricks you each had, or fighting side by side in any skirmish the crew came across, you had come to know each other as if you were extensions of each other. Besides Luffy, and sometimes Nami, you were the only other person that could pull a smile from the swordsman, sometimes even the rare chuckle on a good day. On his end, Zoro had become almost a shadow to you, trailing behind or beside you on deck or during island visits, never more than an arm’s length away, or even just gravitating towards wherever you ended up on the ship. He wasn’t sure what he would call it, but he knew his life was improved with you in it, and couldn’t help but be drawn to your orbit.

You were thrilled to have finally broken past Zoro’s shield, and between his similarity in blade knowledge and his calming presence it was natural to gravitate towards him in return. You were both used to years of drifting on your own, working on your own, so you both had a tendency to naturally be on the fringe of things with the rest of the crew, still involved of course but just content to listen and obverse. But now that you had become close, the shadows on the edges had a affinity to drift towards the other.

It had gotten to the point where you could communicate with just glances and looks thrown at the other, no words needed. You both fought as if you were the same weapon, protecting, defending, and attacking as if of the same mind. And due to the combined might of both of your skills, fights weren’t usually too difficult for the crew, everyone making it out in the end with just minor cuts and bruises that could be easily managed. But not everything can be perfect forever.

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A day came when the Straw Hats got caught within an ambush during a routine island stop. It was the rare but unsurprising story of a village being under the heel of a local pirate crew, and they were out of options until Luffy’s strange group came along. And when had Luffy ever said no?

However, when the crew stepped into the pirate’s stronghold, you all immediately realized something was wrong due to how empty the place was.

The group naturally slid back to back in a loose circle as they looked around, waiting, hands readying on weapons. Suddenly, war cries were heard coming from all side as the offending crew rushed in from hiding place possible, and the fight was on.

While you all meshed seamlessly as a single unit once in a battle, this one was proving to be more challenging than usual. You were outnumbered 7 to 1, the largest crew yet since Arlong Park, and you yourself hadn’t even been present yet for that one. The Straw Hats were all scattered and spread out amongst the stronghold. Usopp having found a high vantage point from where he was slinging shot after shot while frantically trying to remain unnoticed; Nami and Luffy sticking to their respective corners, Nami sweeping her staff into every opponent that ran at her, Luffy swinging his fists expertly with Gum Gum abilities and swerving circles around his enemies; meanwhile Sanji flew all over the battlefield, his kicks landing deadly hits wherever he went, and Zoro weaving around him with his sword slicing through the air.

Meanwhile you had been holding your own just fine for a while, like the rest, twin blades singing and thrown daggers never missing their marks. However, you realized you were starting to wear down ever so slightly due to the opposing side’s sheer numbers. You go to successfully block and slash at a pirate in front of you, but the second he drops, another pops up already running full force at you, sword raised.

Tiring out as you are, you only have enough time to sidestep enough that the blade goes right through your shoulder, rather than your heart.

You let out a guttural grunt of pain as the hilt slams into your shoulder, the blade having gone all the way through. Before they have a chance to recover, you swing your unimpeded arm and swiftly slice your opponent’s hand from their wrist, blood spraying across you briefly as he falls away in pain, clutching his empty wrist, before you put him out of his misery.

Getting a brief respite, you’re quick to note that you can no longer use the injured arm in a fight, and you can’t pull the blade out either until you get back to the ship for medical help. So you grimace, bending down to pick up your dropped blade, sheathing it, then tucking your arm close to your body before heading back into the fray.

It only takes two more opponents before it goes downhill again. Barely finishing off one pirate, and you hear, too late, one rushing you from behind. With no time to turn fast enough to dodge in your state, your hands instead fly up, grasping the hilt of the sword impaling you, planting your feet as you shove backwards a step…. the blade slamming into the chest of the attacker before he can even swing his sword, and a harsh wail of pain cracked out of you at the impact as you feel blood start seeping down your front and back.

Zoro is naturally attuned to you and your voice by now, but he had never heard such a sound come from you before, and it was beyond jarring. But he recognized it nonetheless, and he quickly finished his opponent and whipped around on his stretch of battlefield to try and find you.

He finally spots you, but at his angle all he sees is your back to a pirate, your hands holding something by your shoulder, and a blade coming out of the enemy’s back that he assumes is your doing. He only becomes more confused at your lack of movement from this spot.

Zoro has already started walking towards you when he stumbles in horror as he witnesses you pull away from the pirate, the blade pulling out of their chest, them falling away to reveal that the blade is going through you as well, and the startling streak of crimson that has seeped down your back from the wound…. and now he’s sprinting.

He’s fighting off straggling pirates as quickly as he can on his way over, keeping his eyes on you as much as he can, watching as you finally sway and buckle, your hands falling from the hilt as your knees slam into the ground.

Zoro finally reaches you, sliding on his knees to stop in front of you just as you start to raise your hands, as if to grab the blade again, until Zoro’s hands fly up to carefully grasp your elbows to stop the movement, and you let out a pained whimper as you finally notice who’s in front of you.

He quickly looks you over, noting the smaller injuries of a split lip and brow, blood dripping from both down your pretty face, the start of a bruise coloring your cheek, before he snaps his attention back to the blade stuck through you.

You’re becoming dazed as the adrenaline wears off and the exhaustion and hurt sets in in full force, and he barely hears as you mumble seemingly to yourself.

“…. I can’t get it out-“ you trail off.

For once, Zoro hesitates, eyes flicking up to see your unfocused ones, his first instinct being to not cause you further pain. But his logic kicks in and he knows it has to be done at some point. Looking around first, noting how the battle is nearing it’s conclusion, he stands, gripping one hand on your hurt shoulder, and his other wrapping carefully around the hilt, readying, when he looks at you again, still zoned out.

“Just do it,” your voice, tired but resolute, drifts to him.

Without a single warning, Zoro rips the blade out as smoothly as he can manage, wincing as he hears another shriek rip from your lungs before you finally settle.

Throwing the sword away, he immediately kneels back down to gently grasp your shoulders, feeling your slight shaking, and peers into your eyes questioningly, a hand drifting up to cup the less injured side of your face. Finally making eye contact with the swordsman as frantic as you could ever describe him as, you give your head a tired shake as if to tell him “I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” and you see his shoulders relax ever so slightly in response.

Zoro’s eyes widen as you pull away enough to shove yourself to your feet, shooting back to his own feet as he watches you, baffled, lean down to retrieve your dropped sabre and start shuffling in the direction you remember the fight being in.

Running on autopilot, you keep going until you run into a strong arm shot into your shambling path, swiveling your head to look at Zoro as you feel his hand wrap gently but firmly around your arm, keeping you in place.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing.” It’s not entirely a question, but a demand, concern seeping through his dark eyes.

“I’m going back to finish the fight,” you mumble like it’s obvious.

All your Demon does is slightly frown and tilt his head as if to say “come on now” and looks at you far more seriously than usual.

“You’re in no state to fight and you know better,” he deadpans to you. “Plus the fight is practically over now anyway.”

It’s then that you finally take an actual look at the compound around you. And realize he’s right, there are only a few stragglers left and your crew mates have it completely handled.

You let out a sigh and your entire body seems to sag in exhaustion, your blade slipping out of your fingers and hitting the ground with a clang, as if it was harder to hold than you were willing to admit. Zoro just gives a small relieved smile as he leans down to pick up your weapon for you. He holds it in one hand as his other arm carefully wraps around your shoulders, holding you firmly enough to keep you from falling over on the way back to the ship or a doctor. Easy enough to find in this village without issue. Zoro was even willing to bet some Berry that they wouldn’t even charge for the visit due to their work here.

You let out a light chuckle, trying to distract from the aches and pains, your arm weakly wrapping around his waist. “Looks like I won’t be able to beat you in training for a while, you must be thrilled.”

You feel his arm tighten around you slightly, and a soft kiss is placed to your temple as he mumbles against your skin, “not exactly the word I’d use.”

#live action one piece #one piece live action #one piece #anime #anime fic #one piece fic #one piece x you #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x you #zoro roronoa x reader #live action Roronoa Zoro #straw hat crew #straw hat pirates

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Redeemers: Greenest in Flames! Part 4

Temple Bell: RING. RING. RING.

Narration: The Temple of Chauntea is a large square building, made of fieldstone with a peaked slate roof. One of its two bell towers rings, catching a gleam of moonlight every swing, a cry for help. Several groups of masked men and kobolds surround the building, seeking to force their way in, or force the trapped townsfolk out. Jaune and Adam peer over the cobble stone wall that borders the sacred grounds to the south.

Jaune: *Holds onto his holy symbol, stemming his anger at the sight of a religious sanctuary being flagrantly defiled this way.* …What’s the count?

Adam: Two gray masks and six kobolds at the back door. Looks like they’re trying to start a fire.

Neon: *Slinks her way to their sides from the left.* I also got two gray masks and six kobolds with a battering ram at the front doors. There is also a really creepy guy with a white mask. Looks like the boss.

May: *Drops down from a tree from behind them* I also count a wandering parade of three gray masks, ten kobolds, and two guard drakes. Should be coming around the corner… now.

Narration: *On May’s que, a trio of men in masks slowly lead a procession of chanting kobolds, all either stomping their clawed feet and spears or banging their shields with their fists and blades. On either side of the line of kobolds prowls two dog-like reptile creatures that snap, growl, and foam at the mouth, wanting to tear apart anything that even looks their way.*

Gray Mask: *Beating a hand drum.* Do not be fooled by your false idols! Their promises cannot protect you anymore than these doors can. Only the Dragon Queen can spare you now…

Kobolds: Break. To. Bits! Burn. To. Ash! Break. To. Bits…!

The Party: *They watch as the procession turns the corner again, taking their chants of violence with them.*

Adam: Outnumbered 8 to 1. You don’t need to be a seasoned general to know those are unfavorable odds.

May: We just need to get the civilians out. By my calculations they’ll circle the church every eight minutes. That’d be a four minute window at best before the rest discover us attacking one side.

Neon: Well we better attack quickly, because I’m not totally confident in that front door holding for long.

Jaune: *He studies the group of invaders at the back piling hay and dried grass at the bottom of the heavy wooden door, thick smoke rising to the night sky* Alright, then here’s the plan…

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Narration: *Caught up in their task of tending to the fire by the back door, many of the kobolds failed to notice the elementally charged crossbow bolt that zipped past them, striking the tinder pile. The resulting explosion sent a shower of burning debris into the air, accompanied by a thick cloud of blinding smoke that engulfed the area, leaving the kobolds and masked men disoriented and struggling to breathe.*

Gray Mask #1: *Cough! Cough* What the hell?

Adam: *Charges in from out of nowhere, shoulder checking the masked man flying straight into the wall of the temple so hard, you’d swear he cracked the stone.*

Gray Mask #2: *Coughs as she draws her hand crossbow on Adam, but has it immediately knocked out of her hand by a nun-chuck.*

Neon: *Spins her nun chuck and hits the Gray Mask right in the jaw, knocking her mask off, then immediately roundhouse kicks a kobold.*

Jaune: *Charges in and shield bashes a kobold then raises it against the spear of a different one, fending the kobolds off until the masks are dealt with.*

Gray Mask #1: *Coughs blood as he stumbles back to his feet, raising a poisoned dagger. Before he can strike, a crossbow bolt nails his arm to the wall. Before he can yell in pain, Adam knocks his head against the wall again, causing him to slump.*

Adam: *Grunts and wields his massive great sword in two hands and slashes through two kobolds in one swipe.*

Gray Mask #2: *Draws a hand ax and swings at Neon*

Neon: *Catches the arm and judo throws the woman over her shoulder*

May: *Runs up and hits the woman with the butt of her great crossbow, knocking her out.*

Jaune: *Gets stabbed in the arm by a kobold’s spear. He uses his sword to cut the spear in half and kicks the kobold back into the squad.* SLEEP!

Kobolds: *The kobolds scramble to get back on their feet, but the spell has been done. Jaune points his sword at them, commanding them to sleep. Almost instantly, the kobolds start to drool and yawn, falling into a deep slumber before they even make it on their feet again.*

Jaune: *He can barely take a single breath before he orders the team back into action. There just wasn’t any time to waste now.* Adam, get the door.

Adam: *Nods before thrusting the tip of his great sword along the hinges of the thick wooden door. With a show of effort, the minotaur managed to pry the door out of the doorway, causing an uproar of screams and cries of terror from inside.*

Woman: They broke in!

Man: Get the women and children away from the door!

Jaune: *Runs in, weapon holstered and holding up his Talisman of Boldrei.* It’s okay! We won’t hurt you!

Preacher: *Signs a religious symbol in praise.* Oh thank Chanteau, a paladin! Are you here to rescue us?

Jaune: Yes. But we have to go, now! We’re going to the keep! Come on!

Narration: *The preacher urges the rest of the people in the temple to follow Jaune outside, and they obey as quickly as they can. Unfortunately, there were quite a few elderly and injured people amongst the crowd, making evacuation very time consuming. The front door began splintering and cracking under the battering of the invaders, and the chanting of the procession was coming closer towards the back of the temple.*

May: *Peering around the corner at the oncoming mob of hostiles. She dips back and grabs the discarded mask from the ground and a black coat from the unconscious woman, putting them both on.* Contingency time. You think you can out run a couple of drake hounds?

Neon: Please, leading things that want a taste of me on a chase is, like, my specialty. *Takes a quick moment to stretch her legs.*

Narration: *Just as the large group of masked men and kobolds were halfway to the back of the church, they were suddenly halted by the sight of a tabaxi sprinting across their path, and then jumped right on top of the stone wall surrounding the church* Wow! Didn’t know the Ugly Parade was in town! *Laughs and winks as she drops down out of view on the other side*

May: *Limps out in her disguise, bloodied and holding herself up against the side of the temple. She points to where Neon had run off to* What are you doing?! STOP HER! *Crumples down to her knee*

Narration: *Without waiting for an answer, there was a loud roar and the pair of drake hounds burst forth and bound over the stone wall after their prey, followed by the mob of kobolds that were excited for a hunt, and lastly followed by two of the gray masks giving orders to give chase. All that was left was one Gray Mask that rushed to May’s side.*

Gray Mask: *Helping May to her feet* What happened? How did they…? *Anyone could recognize the moment of realization in the man’s eyes even through his scaled mask. It was the very moment he saw the stream of villagers escaping through the back of the church, and also the second before May slit his throat with a knife.*

May: *Covers the man’s mouth with one hand, and wraps an arm around his waist to pull him back around the corner with her before any of the other’s saw. She leaned him up against the wall before taking off her mask and helping with the evacuation.*

Adam: *As the invaders were making headway on the front doors of the temple, he would lift up entire pews and stack them right in front of it to slow them down.* We don’t have much time, Knight!

Jaune: *Ushering an old lady out* This is the last of them! We can-

Narration: *The front doors of the temple managed to be broken open with a loud crash, allowing a man in a White Mask to push his way in, along with a couple kobolds following in behind*

White Mask: You dare stand against the might of the Dragon Queen?! Infidels!!

Adam: *Hefts his great sword* I’ve been called worse.

Jaune: *Draws his long sword* You defile sacred grounds. Drop your weapon or redemption will be out of your grasp.

White Mask: *Draws a large dagger shaped like a jagged icicle* The only thing I wish to grasp is your frozen heart! *Swings his blade, sending a magical spike of ice towards Adam*

Adam: *Tries to duck out of the way, but his large frame was an easy target. The icicle sunk into his shoulder, then shattered into crystalized fragments that rained onto Jaune before he could raise his shield.* GAH!

White Mask: *Smirks* Can’t handle a little bit of ice-?

Jaune: *Channels Divinity* Rebuke the Violent!

White Mask: Huh-? *Before the man had a chance to respond, a brilliant, radiant light emanated from Adam's wounded arm, and gleamed onto White Mask's own arm, aligning perfectly with the spot where the spell had struck. In an instant, the masked man's arm erupted into a blinding explosion of searing, radiant burns.* GAAAH!!!

Adam: *Roars at the top of his lung and charges forward, dragging his great sword into an uppercut that slashes right through the middle of the White Mask and sends him flying up towards the ceiling before landing in a bloody heap on the pile of pews by the door. This sight alone was enough to send the kobolds retreating right back through the front entrance.*

Jaune: *Runs to Adam’s side* Adam! Are you ok?

Adam: *Looks down at his frostbitten and badly slashed arm* Heal it later. We have to move.

Jaune: *Still looks worried but nods as the two of them rush out the back*

~O~O~O~O~O~

Narration: *It took a few minutes for Jaune and Adam to catch back up with the refugees, now hiding by the river with May.*

May: *Looks at Adam’s arm* Shit, what happened to you?

Adam: It’s just a scratch, I’ll be fine.

Jaune: *Sighs* We’ll heal it later, right now-

Narration: *All of a sudden the sound of rustling bushes came from behind them, causing all three adventurers to turn their weapons on the source.*

Neon: *Limping out* Jeez, not even a hello for your favorite girl?

Jaune: Neon! Did you get hurt?!

Neon: No big whoop. Guess those ugly lizard dogs were a little faster than I thought, but I gave them a few good kicks and then the slip. We get everyone?

May: *Nods* Yes. We managed to get everyone out, and then some. *She gestures to a pair of townspeople keeping a hold on the once masked woman they had knocked out in the initial fight, now trying to curse through a gag and pulling at the ropes that bind her hands.*

Adam: You took a prisoner.

Neon: The heck you bring her along for?

May: I figured it was time for us to start getting some answers. This group is clearly well organized and highly motivated by some sort of cause - it's imperative that we know who we are dealing with.

Jaune: *Takes a moment to take in this new development.* May is right. We are not dealing with regular raiders here. When we get back to the keep, we need to interrogate her for whatever information we can get.

Neon: Well, Detective. Who’s gonna play Good Cop and Bad Cop?

#redeemers au #jaune arc #adam taurus #neon katt #may zedong

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why had it have to be you?

daryl dixon x reader

what if you died instead of Glenn?

word count: 1358 words reading time: about 6 minutes warnings: angst, death, blood, gore, real sad yall

The road was hard against your knees, and the night air licked at your exposed skin. With ripped clothes and what felt like hundreds of eyes on you, you were more exposed than ever before. The throbbing pain from your face was not at the forefront of your mind. Instead, it was on the caravan in front of you. Eyes scan the group gaging their reactions, fear, anxiety, stone-faced. They were mixed. You could only guess the fear that was clear on your own face. Fear of the unknown, of what might happen, of what you feel will happen.

Your eyes lock with Daryl's, the man on his knees beside you. He looked sickly, pale from the blood loss. The gunshot going off was still fresh in your mind. How he folded and his blood splashed on the tree beside him. You were fearful then like you were now. Fearing for his life. But he held strong on like he was now. Stone facing. Not showing his emotions for the betterment of others or to keep face, to keep the people around them thinking he was strong. But even with his best effort, he was weak, hanging on by a mere thread.

The creak of a door brought your attention back to the caravan. A shabby-looking man, dressed in leather pranced out of the caravan. A stupid grin on his face and without a care in the world. Why would he care? He had everything how he wanted it. All lined up in perfect order, just for him. "Pissin' our pants yet?" Even how he spoke held cockiness. Like he was untouchable. His steps were heard throughout the group as no one dared to speak up. Too afraid of the consequences at this time. They were outnumbered, and at the mercy of these people. There was nothing they could do.

"Boy, do I have a feeling we are getting close," His eyes scan the group as he made his way to the end, towards Gabriel. You watched and listen as he spoke to the group, looking everyone in the eyes with little remorse for what he might do. He portrayed your group as the villains in this story. If you had never bothered him, he may have never bothered you. But you all knew it was bullshit. That with enough time he'd come knocking at your door looking for supplies. A payment to not come in a kill what little remained of Alexandria. That in some shape or form this was kindness. Only dealing with a small amount was kindness.

With wide eyes, you watched the barbed wire bat move closer to Rick's face. These words not registering to you, only the stubble threat. If he so please he could hit Rick with the bat. He spoke as he walked, waving the bat around like it was nothing, looking at each person with a sickly smile. How that smile burned into your brain, creeping its way into all the little corners of your mind. It was sinister. It was deranged. It was delusional. He spoke as though this was already decided, that they worked for him, that they would not fight back.

The headlights of the car were blinding, illuminating this death circle. You watched him walk closer to you, his boots crunching on the earth you kneeled on. Looking through the strands of hair you watched him eyeball everyone. Weighing them all up in his mind. He was putting a value on everyone and you only prayed you did not fall short. The question he asked lingered in the air for a moment, Rick was broke down to speak up. They had all gotten too comfortable, too soft and their softness had been exploited. This was your consequence.

"For now, I'm going to beat the holy hell out of one of you," His words stung in your brain. One of your friends, your family was not coming back with you. Was not seeing the sunrise one last time. This would be the last thing they experienced. The fear of waiting. The fear of the unknown. The fear of death. After surviving all you had endured one of you was going to finish your journey here. Not dying at the hands of the dead but instead the living.

His teasing words were met with silence as he went around testing everyone. Wanting a reaction from someone, for someone to slip up. Glenn could not keep still as he threatened Maggie. Lurching forward in her defence even if it cost him his own life. For he loved her. But he was only met with grabbing at him and blows given to him. "Nope, get him back in line." Negan couldn't care less about what happened, he seemed rather annoyed with it all, as though this was a chore. Glenn continued pleading as he was dragged back into line. Though no one seemed to care. Hope was lost. You all held no power. Rules were set after Glenn's outburst. Rules should not be crossed. Rules for this execution you had found yourself in the middle of. And yet, Negan teased, he pushed for a breaking point.

It was all like a game to him, going around pointing the bat, randomly deciding. He found this fun, your lives were nothing to him. You weren't the real threat and yet were treated as such. It sickened you to your core. The whistling. How it curled around your head before bouncing around in your brain. He was so relaxed at the chance of taking a life. You felt fear strike through your body as his bat fell on you for a moment, yet your eyes met his. The bat moved to Daryl next, making you tense. Watching from the corner of your eye. Yet, he moved on again. Dragging on this choice of life or death. It made your stomach turn and your eyes water. It made everything that came before this feel like it was for nothing.

The first smack on the back of Abraham's head was sickening. It rang out, the sound of wood meeting his head. A gasp mixed with a cry ripped from your throat. Yet, Abraham did not fall meaning he had another smack and then another and another. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you could not tear your eyes away. How his blood stained the floor and the bat. How it deepened his red hair. How it ruined his clothes. You wanted to move, to save him, to do something. But you could only weep. Only when his head was a mess on the ground could you look away.

Negan then mocked the death of Abraham. Like it was all a big joke,s something for him to look back on and laugh at. A strangled cry let you as your eyes drifted back to the scene. It was so alarming that you could not look away. That your had to keep glancing at it to wrap your head about that mush and body there was Abraham. Again and again and again Negan beat on the already dead man. There was no respect for the dead. Little care for what he had done. Even then he threw the blood in Rick's face, the blood of his friend, his brother, and his family.

You listen as he mocked Rosita. Claiming this was all a consequence, there was a reason. He wanted her to look at the bloody bat, to see how the blood coated the bat and his flesh still clung to the wire. Daryl's patients wore thin from the constant insults to people he saw as family. Death weighed heavily on his mind. For a moment you look at him and all you can see is a built-up rage, a need to act. With your eyes, you plead him not to act. You could not lose him too. But rage was stronger than love. Daryl jumped up from his place and attacked Negan. Only landing a single punch before being grabbed by his man. Even after he was shot and lost so much blood he had fight in him.

It seemed for a moment the uncaring image of Negan broke as he let out an angry no. Two men pinned Daryl down and you were powerless to do anything, to stop them, to cry out. But as the image slipped it returned, speaking of rule-breaking and the consequences this brings on the group. Daryl's outburst would result in another death. The man with the scarred face, Dwilight, offered to kill him with his own crossbow. Only then did your voice seems to find you, pulling out a weak no. A plead to stop. To show an ounce of mercy to you all. Negan's smile stretched out as he looked at you, eyes connecting with your own as you watched a plan form in his mind. Harshly he had grabbed Daryl's head, pulling it back as he spoke about not killing him. He liked Daryl's fire. But he knew killing someone else he loved would be worse than killing him.

You watched him get closer to you, his boots inching closer to your knees. You were fearful for you knew what was coming next. Daryl's eyes were already on you, you could feel them. Negans words did not register to you, it didn't matter what he said the outcome would be the same. Death. The first strike was sickening, right on the top of your head. You could feel it dent slightly, your bones snapping under the pressure. Blood was pursed from your nose and mouth from the hit. You could hear the cries. Cries that would haunt you for your last few moments. They would circle around in your head like a bad song. Cries ripped through you as he hit you again, pushing your face further into the dirt below. Daryl's cries were loud, you were sure some of your blood had stained his skin. You were so close to them that if he just reached out he could stop this. But he could not find the strength.

Blood bubbled up your throat before passing your lips and dribbling down your chest. Blood surrounded you. The colour red stained you. With what strength you had you leaned up once more. The assault had stopped for a moment. You felt numb but full of pain at the same time. Your face beaten in by the bat, breathing was hard, and strangled breaths were not providing you with enough air. Your brain was dying and there was nothing you could do. Moans of pain left you as you looked around at your family. Wanting them to be the last faces you see before the blows continued. They all held sadness at your state. Tears were in their eyes and streaming down their faces as they looked at you in horror.

Negan's mocking words did not register with you. Not being able to hear anything above your slowly beating heart and your own choked breaths. You're body convulsed with tremors, your body shutting off. Your last words were strange and stretched out, a mangled mess of groans and moans of pain. "Dar-yl... I-I'll... fin-find... yo-you." It was a mess of soft words but ones the man could make out.

The next hit of the bat came from the side, knocking you into the dirt below. Your blood spilled out from your mouth on the dirt. You no longer felt it, the pain, the fear, the despair. Hit. Hit. Hit. Until you were nothing more than mush in the dirt. Your body twitches with the last of your life before falling still. You were nothing but a stain now, a memory to your friends. Your presence would no longer bring light. Your words no longer comforting. You were gone, ripped from them, from Daryl.

His heart was no longer the same after that. You were ripped from him like everything good in life. Taken forcibly before your time. Killed in front of him, because of him. He had killed you. He had done it. He swore to protect you. To look after you. But he couldn't do it. He was too weak. He failed you, the love of his life. And for that he will never forgive himself

#daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon imagines #twd x reader #twd imagines #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead imagines

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