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itspdameronthings · 1 year

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Party Gone Wrong

Summary: Finally at long last! Long awaited Benny fic i was trying for along time to write! i know has been along while since i have wrote anything new. This fic is about Benny doing something at a party he regrets. Using his musical talent to win back Doc! yes its set in @autumnleaves1991-blog;s channel two universe. whom helped me with this fic. bless you @autumnleaves1991-blog for helping me get back to writing !

Song benny sings is down below the post enjoy!

Warning: 18+ content mentioned. So under aged readers please. I'll block you if you do.

How can anyone be so stupid! That is what you thought laying on your bed weeping over what has just happened. To think Benny would tell the other nurses about how intimate the three of you have gotten. Wish you didn't hear what he said,but sadly you did.

Few nights ago :

After a horrible night at the ER. So many patients. What do you expect during a full moon? Benny moans as he places his clipboard on the admit desk, " Last nutcase heading up to the OR,and I'm so out of here. Soon as my baby girl finished curtain in 3. We are so fucking out of here. Dominic comes bouncing towards the desk, " How about we go out. Ya know to unwind. After a shift we had? We need some food,and kick back a few beers, what yall say?" Benny couldn't say no to that. He goes over to you. Pull the curtain back, seeing you laying on the bed. Looking so exhausted. Couldn't help ,but to kiss you, " Sweetheart? Time to get up now. If you are up to it. Dom ,and the rest of the nurses are goin to Woodies for drinks and pig out. We don't have to go if you dont want to. " Sitting up followed by a soft moan," That sounds great,but I have some charts to take care of. You know, bosses like stuff. Tell you what. You go ahead. I'll meet you there. Promise I won't be long. "

Blue offered to stay with you while the others left. Didn't want to leave you alone with piles of charts to do. There was something she wanted to talk to you about. Plopped on the couch looking up at the ceiling," I'm done with the last chart. How about you? My tummy is rumbling like crazy!" Putting down your readers," Roger that! Could eat anything right now. Let's sneak out before there is another trauma .last thing I need is to stay here! Miss Benny." Blue laughs as she hugs you, " Oh I know you do."

" Oh yeah! She loves to be taken from behind. She moans for hours it seems. Surprisingly the guests in the next room didn't tell the front desk about the noise." Benny grins in his bottle of beer as he tells the story about the time they were at staying at a hotel during an outing last year. Other nurses wanted Benny to tell more. Which he did.

Dominic comes out of the bar to get some air tell he sees you and Blue pulling up. Opening the driver side door practically smiling, " Well, well look who's here miss I love to have two cocks inside her. Never pegged you as a kinky friend. " Slamming the door, " What the fuck did you say? Oh wait who fucking told you about… oh I know who fucking did! What else did he say?!"

Trying to explain to his friend what led to the conversation. Dominic pulls your arm," Don't be hard on the guy. We were chatting about stuff. You know how Benny gets when he drinks too much? Just.."

Didn't hear what your friend said. Marched inside to hear Benny chanting away. Not much of a hello," Oh really now Benny! You have to tell everyone about our sex life!? Not everyone needs to know that! Now if you excuse me! I'm leaving! Have a nice dinner spilling your drunken guts out!"

Benny marched outside to catch up with you. Reaching out for your arm so he could get your attention, " What was that ! Answer me! Dammit ! We were talking about stuff that led to another. I don't see what's wrong?" You know that was a lie! When he gets drunk. He talks too much! Couldn't take it anymore. Go to slap him. Benny's reaction is right on point even if he was drunk," Remember darlin, I have quick reflexes.Sober or not. " That did it! With a swift motion of your leg. You tripped him. Laying on the ground looking all shocked," Doc! Look, I'm sorry! Okay! It slipped out! "

Fuming at that remark. Thinking about how stupid he was! Telling the others such intimate stuff to the others! Knowing that the whole hospital will know about it tomorrow. Not if you have anything to say about that. Marched inside to see the nurses that love to gossip, and the others you trust with your life. Ordered a drink to ease your woes as you spoke," okay! Let's get one thing straight! If any of you gossipy, assed , no fucking good for nothing nurses tell anyone what you heard tonight? I'll make sure you will be doing nothing but doing nothing but triage for the next month! Do I make myself fucking clear?!" Blue and Dominick look at the two nurses in question. Both of them rolled their eyes as they walked away. One of them made a comment, " You're no fun! " Dom and Blue gathered around you so you can calm down.

Meanwhile, Benny gets up to nurse his wounds. All he wanted was to go inside to talk to you till he thinks you need to cool off. So he drives over to see Will. Knew he would help him.

" Are you out of your mind! How could you do that! Never thought about how embarrassed she would be? I'm glad she didn't kick you anywhere else. Like your head! " Benny runs his fingers through his hair as he tries to think about what to say," Will, I know I screwed up big time. Never meant to embarrass her. Regret for drinking too much again! " Sitting next to his brother trying to figure out what to say to help him. Only to say," You can stay here for a few days. So you can figure out what to do. "

Present day: Both of them haven't spoken to each other. Has to do with them having different schedules so they could have some space. By switching with either Dominic or Blue. Coming up to the admit desk to drop off a chart. Blue stands next to you, " Look honey, I know you are still mad. Think it's time to talk to him? He is hurting too ya know. We went over to see him . He is messed up. " Looking at your friend with tears in your eyes, " I miss him too,but it hurts! Wished Santi was here to help. He always knows what to do to help me get over the pain."

Santi moans as he talks to Benny on the phone, " Sometimes you can be such a nincompoop! Okay, here's what I would have done in this situation. Sing to her. Something that both of you did together. " Benny sighs, " Thanks for the idea man. See ya when you get back. " Santi hangs up . Hoping his idea would work.

" I know you are sad sweetheart. Wish I was there . Help to mend that fragile heart. Need to know . Benny would do anything to say he is sorry." Listening to Santi's sweet, deep voice on the phone while sitting in your favorite chair. Sniffled, " Me too. Cant.. ya know stay mad at Benny for too long. It just.. hurts. I haven't seen him since that night. Feel crappy!"

Benny takes a deep breath as he pulls his truck in the driveway. Guitar in hand . Taking a breath, " Okay, time to make things right with Doc. Hope she is home , or I'm singing to no one ,but to a nosey neighbor. " Start to strum the few chords of a certain song they would sing at the top of their lungs.

I'll never hurt you.

Never scared to love, scared to love.

He didn't deserve you

'Cause your precious heart is a precious heart

He didn't know what had and I thank you God oh, oh,oh, oh

And it's gonna take a little time

But you're gonna see that I was born to love you.

Benny waits for the next part . Nothing. Continue to play the song. What he doesn't know you are home listening to him sing. Tears in your eyes while leaning against the window sill," santi, he is singing that song we did at open mike night! What am I gonna do baby!"

" Sing with him! Get out there and sing with him! He needs you!"

Opening the window so you could sit on the sill. Started to sing the chorus. Benny looks up at you smiling through his tears. Looking up strumming again:

What if I fall?

I'll won't let you fall

What if I cry?

I'll never make you cry

And if I get scared?

I'll hold you tighter

When they're tryna get to you,baby ,I'll be the fighter

Benny stops and goes over to the window," Look darlin. I'm sorry for being an idiot. Didn't mean to blurt our sexcapade. Never thought how it would embarrass you. Miss holding you tight. Miss your soft lips. I know you do the same. So. How you come down here so I could hold you close. "

Looking down seeing how disheveled he looks. Baggy pants, tee. Messy long hair. How can he look so hot while looking so sad?Not thinking jumped out of the window. Rushed over to you. Checking to see you hurt your ankle. Benny sweetly kissed your lips while carrying you inside, " I didn't mean for you to do that you know. Guess you weren't thinking. How about I take you upstairs to tend to your ankle? Better yet. Take you to the ER."

After checking your ankle. Seeing it was definitely sprained. Benny stays with you while Blue gets some pain meds. Taking your hand," Now you are officially unable to work . I have volunteered to take care of you. " Tracing patterns on his cheek, " Don't have to baby. I'll be fine, you know. Working on my laptop. Catching up on shit. You need to focus.."

" Focus on others you shithead. I'll take care of her. " Santi leans against the doorway, flowers in hand," neighbors told me what happened when I drove up. Glad you are fine sweetheart. As for you mr. Loud talker? No more telling nurses about our sex lives." Benny nods as he walks away to get your discharged papers. Santi hugs you close," Glad you are okay. Made me think about when you were in the chopper in Columbia. Got so scared. So now tell me why you jumped out of our window?"

Few weeks later

While you were resting in bed. A familiar song filled the air. Made you smile. Benny enters the room, " Thought about you need something nice to wake up to. How's the ankle?" Sitting up," stiff,but I'll be fine baby. See you had a rough shift?" Taking off his scrubs, " Oh, your usual stuff. GSW, DWI'S ,and other shit. Everyone missed you. So do I. The others went to hang out. I declined. Rather stay home with you,and Pope. " Reach out to hug Benny, " Right answer baby. Right answer. "

#triple frontier fanfiction #benny miller and reader #santiago garcia x reader #channel 2 #oscar isaac #garrett hedlund #Spotify

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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I Need You

A/N: This was found on Pinterest, so if you're the owner, let me know so I can give you the credits.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 2 K

Requested by anons: 1- I'm like super in love with a certain Daryl Dixon and I was wondering if you could write about them getting into a big argument and they like avoid eachother for a while (super angsty if you care lol) and then Carol and Rick just kinda make yall talk and it ends fluffy? 2 - Can i request a daryl x reader where the reader’s been with the group since atlanta, maybe set during when they’re at the prison?? daryl realizes he has a crush on the reader and just p a n i c s ? and just really sweet fluff????

Summary: After you almost get bit, Daryl loses his mind and lashes out on you. Tired of the constant arguments, the group finds a way to out you two together to try and fix things up.

{The Walking Dead Masterlist}

“Yer almost got bit!” Daryl shouts, voice echoing through the prison. “Yer too damn stubborn, yer not goin’ on runs anymore.” He has his back at you as you follow him, struggling to keep his pace.

“I had everything under control.” You complain, ignoring Carol's questioning stare.

You, Daryl, and Maggie went on a run earlier today. Not too far, just to get some more formula for Judith. A walker fell from the roof, and it happened to be on a specific place Daryl told you not to go. The thing's teeth got a little too close to your arm, and Daryl shot an arrow through its head.

“Ya sure did!” He stops, turning around and pointing a finger at you. “If I weren't near ya, I'd be carryin’ ya back here with a freakin’ bite.” His voice gets louder, and you never saw Daryl so... Angry. So pissed. He's scaring you. “Or would ya have me cut her damn arm off? How does that sound?”

“Stop yelling at me!” You burst out, giving his chest a push.

“I'll stop yellin’ when ya understand how stupid and dangerous that was!” He steps forward, towering over you and you never felt so small.

“We needed those antibiotics!”

“Well, I freakin’ need ya. I need ya alive! Alive and well and breathin’.” Daryl shouts, right at your face. But the moment the words come out, he stops, stepping back. He seems confused, taken aback by something. “Screw that, I need a break from savin’ yer ass.” And then, he leaves, walking fast.

Huffing, you turn around, going to your cell.

You take the longest shower you can, washing the sweat and all the disgusting things the dead left on your skin. But most of the time, you were already done, dressed, and dried. You just wanted to be away from everyone. But eventually, you have to walk out. And of course, Carol finds you on your way back to your cell.

“(Y/N), I–”

“Daryl is such an asshole.” You say cutting her off and dropping on bed. “Did you see that? Did you see how he yelled at me? As if he has the right to do so.” Getting back up you pace around.

“I just think–”

“You know what? He can go to hell.” Throwing both hands in the air, you complain. “He and his crossbow, and-and his super hot stare and the stupid angel wings vest. And the bike too. All it. Straight to hell!”

“Aren't you just–”

“Uhg! Damn it.” Crossing your arms, you sigh. “Did you hear him forbidding me to go on runs?” With your hands now on your hips, you stare at Carol. “As if! Who the hell does he think he is? My boyfriend? To hell with him.”

“Will you let me talk?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Shrugging your shoulders, you nod.

But she doesn't say anything, she just takes a deep breath and shakes her head lightly. “Look, why don't you calm down first, and then we talk.” Carol gestured at the bed and you sit down, sighing. “Good... Try to relax and deal with it after a good night's sleep.”

“I could sleep a thousand years and I'd still be mad at Daryl.” You mutter as she leaves, lying on your back with your eyes closed.

You don't know where all this anger comes from, but it's always there, waiting to flow out. You do care about him, maybe too much, but it doesn't mean he gets to yell and boss you around like that. “Asshole!” You shout one last time, arms crossing as you drown in anger.

“I saw it,” Daryl exclaims, pacing around the guard tower, breathing and talking fast. “I saw her dyin’. I saw that thing bitin’ her, tearin’ her flesh.”

“She's fine, Daryl. You don't have to keep thinking about it.” Rick tries to calm him down, both hands raised at the archer.

“No, ya don't understand.” It's useless though. Daryl is a mess. He got into the shower as soon as (Y/N) got out, rubbing the walker's blood out of his skin. But after that, he went straight to Rick because he needs to vent. He needs to yell and understand why he feels so damn scared.

Why he feels like a switch was turned on, lighting up something that was there all along, but only now was brought to light.

Losing anyone from his group, from his family would hurt bad.

But he just found out that losing her would be far worse.

“I her dyin’, man.” He slows down, both hands on his head. “I saw her dyin’ and–”

“You love her.”

“What the hell, Rick?” He snaps, a hand violently gesturing at his friend.

“You might not want to admit it, but it's true. You know it.” Rick nods, a hand casually resenting on his holster. “We all know it since Atlanta. She loves you too.”

Daryl grunts, turning his back at Rick. “Yer crazy. And so is she.”

“You should sit and talk like civilized people.”

“I ain't gonna talk to her. Crazy chick.” He mutters, grabbing his crossbow a bit tighter. “She ain't goin’ on runs anymore. At least not without me.”

“Daryl–”

“Gotta go.” The archer cuts him off, leaving the guard tower at a fast pace.

He didn't like the ideas Rick put in his head.

“Rick wants to make a room for Carl and Judith on the second floor,” Carol says as you climb the stairs next to her. “So we're cleaning up the cells.”

“Alright.” You don't really want to help. Not today at least. The nap you took didn't help much with the last issue, and you're considering going out tomorrow, just to clear your head a bit. “What do you need me to do?”

“We're just setting things up.”

“Mmm.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair as you follow her pace. Carol takes you to the very back of the corridor, to a pretty isolated cell. “You gonna put the kids here? This cell sucks. It's too–” You stop talking when you see Daryl inside, eyes-rolling. “Look, I won't help if he helps.” It sounds childish, but you don't care. You're far too pissed at the man to be near him.

“Look, I don't care if you guys argued.” Rick walks over you, friendly touching your arm. “You two just have to get your shkt together.” And you're suddenly pushed, almost stumbling inside the cell.

“What the hell?” You shout, but the moment you move, Rick pulls the bars close locking you inside. “Rick, drop it. I'm not joking.” Holding the bars, you shoot him and Carol an angry stare. “Open up.”

“There are blankets and dinner will be brought to you,” Carol says, arms crossed. “We did that because it's the only way to force you guys to talk.”

“Yeah. You'll have the whole night to figure out whatever has you both always at each other's throat.” Rick adds, sliding the key into his pocket. “Have a nice time.”

And like that, both jerks leave, talking something you can't hear. Sighing, you lay your forehead on the cold metal bars, not wanting to look at your company for the night.

“Yer can take the bed.” He says after a while.

“Obviously.” You're quick to snap. “It's your fault we're here in the first place.”

“How's that?”

“If you didn't come back from the run making a hell of a show about something that didn't even happen, we wouldn't be locked up in here.” Turning around, with both hands on your hips, you stare at him.

“If ya had listened to me, ya wouldn't have–”

“And why in the hell do I have to listen to you, Dixon? I know my way out there as well as you do.”

“ ‘Cause I jus’ wanna keep ya safe.” He's yelling again, stepping forward.

“Stop acting like I mean anything to you!” With a finger on his face, you move closer to him. You wish you could look intimidating, but being so small, that's very difficult.

“Maybe ya do mean somethin’ ta’ me! How could ya know that if ya never ask!”

“Well, I–” The answer is cut short when your furious brain processes what he just said. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you shrug your shoulders. “What do you mean?”

“Nothin’.”

“Daryl, what do you mean?” Raising your voice again, you follow him as he moves further into the cell. “What would you answer if I ask?”

“I ain't gonna answer.”

“Daryl–”

“I ain't gonna answer!” He shouts again, turning around to look at you.

Taking a deep breath, you sit on the edge of the bed, folding a leg under you. “Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“Do you hate me, Daryl?” Your voice is lower now because you do want to know.

He remains silent for a while, those blue eyes locked on yours. “No.”

“Then why–”

“I can't lose ya.” He bursts out, eyes now looking at the floor. “At that moment back there, I... I saw it happenin’. I saw ya dyin’, and I... I can't lose ya. I can't see ya gettin’ hurt.”

His voice is so low you can barely hear it. You've never seen Daryl so... Scared. Vulnerable. “You can't protect me all the time, Daryl. Accidents happen.”

“I can. I can keep ya safe if ya listen to me.” You're about to protest when Daryl comes to sit next to you, eyes on the wall across the cell. “I know ya can survive out there. But my mind works in a thousand different ways ta’ get stuff done without anyone gettin’ hurt. I need ya ta’ trust me. Ta’ believe I can keep ya safe.”

“But I need you to believe me too. To believe I can do this.” Turning your body towards him, you friendly touches his arm. “Daryl, I... I like you... A lot. And I admire you, I trust you. You taught me so much and I need you to trust me. I promise I'll be more careful, but I need you to–”

“Don't go out there without me.” He suddenly says, voice heavy. “I trust ya. Yer brave and strong. But if ya go out there and I can't keep my eyes on ya... I'll lose my damn mind.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you sigh, smiling a little. “Just don't yell at me again, Daryl Dixon.”

“Yer almost died and I... Damn it, (Y/N), –”

“I like you too, Dixon.” Standing up to your feet, you smile, looking down at him. “You don't have to say if you don't want to, just... Let's get this over with. The world is a freaking mess and if you like me and I like you we should be together.” You can't believe you're saying this, after so long. But it feels good. You feel good, secure. “Just let me know what you want.”

“Ya.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” He nods, blue eyes locked on yours.

“Alright.” Mirroring his head movement, you clear your throat, cheeks burning. After a few seconds of silence, you walk to the bars. “RICK! CAROL! Daryl and I are dating now, can we go?” You yell, and the low chattering downstairs goes silent.

“Would it be so bad ta' stay locked in here with me for a night?” Daryl asks, and you turn around, biting your lip to hold back a smile.

“Absolutely not.” Shrugging your shoulders, you slowly move to the bed, climbing on and lying down. “I'm actually sleepy and it's cold so it'll be nice to have someone to warm me up at night.”

“Don't push it.”

“I'm not.” Giggling, you feel as he lies down, close enough so his shoulder is touching your back. “Night, D. It was good to sort things out with you.”

“Good night, pretty girl.” He mutters and you smile, eyes closing and sleep easily overcoming you, thanks to the amazing feeling of having Daryl lying next to you.

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drakenology · 3 years

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boyfriend number 2

- hinata shoyo x fem!reader x miya osamu

minors dni.

warnings: 18+ content, smut, infidelity, exhibitionism (yall already know lol), degradation, dumbification/incoherence, cussing, raw sex, mentions of cum, raunchy hook up, poor unsuspecting boyfriend

Every day of the week you’re subjected to a routine. The same routine you’d been living since high school. With the same boy since high school.

Sure, Hinata was quite possibly the perfect boyfriend. He was sensitive and attentive, so sweet you almost felt sick. But in bed.. well he did his best. Always cumming a bit too quickly, nearly finishing you off or not even driving you close to an orgasm. You’d lost count of the amount of times you’ve faked it with him and with him being as sweet as he is Hinata didn’t suspect a thing. But you loved him, really you did. Hopefully, eventually, you could teach him how to please you.

But every so often, every now and again you found yourself with someone else. Sure it was wrong, but it was just different with him. With Osamu. Osamu was the hot volleyball player from out of town you had met one foggy night at the bar. It was supposed to be a one time thing, you swore to yourself.

But with the way he fucked you that night, you found yourself coming back for more everytime. You swore with every orgasm came a high you could never get with Shoyo. When you felt that ache of need, that dull feeling in your dissatisfied cunt when Shoyo went home for the night, you knew exactly who to call. And Osamu always answered, always so ready and willing to give you a filling the right way.

Not to mention he was insatiable, every spot left untouched and wavering would then be caressed, licked, sucked on, fucked. You’ll never forget the times he made you cum so hard, the cops were called from the concerning sound of your high pitched whines and sobs.

Eventually, his neighbors stopped calling when you came over, knowing that when you come over in your pajamas and an over night bag hanging over your shoulder as you happily knock on his door meant you’d be getting your insides flipped about 7 different ways in about a half hour.

Just like usual, Hinata flops next to you in bed. His chest heaves after another “wild” night with his pretty girlfriend who seemed to enjoy herself too. He peppered kisses along your shoulders and up to your ear and whispered a sweet I love you. You smile and close your eyes, sleeping in your boyfriends arms as he followed right behind you.

-bzzzt bzzzt-

Who could be texting you at this hour? You sit up groggily, squinting your eyes at the bright screen of your phone as you pick it up. It was Osamu.

“Be ready in 30, tell your boyfriend you’re goin out ;).” The text read, a familiar feeling in your chest starting to brew as you bit your lip. You slowly slip out of Hinata’s grasp and kiss his forehead, tip toeing around his room to find your clothes and all your belongings.

Just as promised, Osamu arrived in 30 minutes, honking his horn ignorantly as if it wasn’t about 12 o’clock in the fucking morning. You rushed downstairs about as quietly as you could and practically ran towards his car, jumping inside to escape the cold rain.

He drives back to his place with his hand on your inner thigh, his thumb caressing the flesh as his other hand turned the steering wheel. You knew running off with another guy behind your boyfriend’s back was wrong, but why did it feel so right every time you did it? Osamu had everything Hinata didn’t; passion with an attentive and doting nature.

Besides the bedroom, he made you feel like you were the sexiest thing walking. He was exciting and wild and unpredictable. Everything you didn’t know you needed until you started fucking him a month ago.

Even as you kiss Osamu’s lips pinned up against his apartment door, even as your clothes are casted aside all throughout modest space, you still think of Hinata and how much this would crush him if he ever found out. But when Osamu was inside you, shit, who the hell was Hinata? Osamu hoists you over his shoulder, walking into his bedroom with a firm smack on your ass before laying you down on the bed.

“Mm, I missed you, Osamu.” You purr, arching into his body as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

“Ditto.” He mumbled, pulling your panties off when you lift your ass to help him take them off. His hands make their way to your already dripping cunt, clit swollen from the denied orgasm you were forced to endure just moments before coming here.

“What is that motherfucker doing to you, huh?” He asks, apologetically rubbing tender circles on the puffy bud. You yelp, so sensitive your thighs start shaking a little. “Bet he doesn’t even know what this is, does he baby?” You mewl in response, the pleasure going straight to your brain.

Osamu smirks at you, rubbing his fingers along your slit to relish in your wetness, your aching pussy practically gushing for him to do anything to you.

“You get so wet for me, princess. You get this wet for your little boyfriend?” He questions, hooking his fingers inside you to prod at your softest spots. You attempt to answer, shaking your head and letting out a shaky “uh-uh” as he fucks you with his fingers. Osamu kissed you sloppily, moaning into your mouth as his fingers moved faster, the sound of your pussy sucking in his fingers causing his cock to make less room for him in his pants.

Your back arched off the bed, panting as his tongue lapped up your clit, his fingers hooking deliciously against your spongiest spots. His name was written on your lips, the only thing you can say before your stomach is in knots, pathetic moans leaving the pit of your chest as you feel yourself getting oh so close to cumming all over Osamu’s handsome face.

“I-I’m cumming, hnnnn fuck!” You scream, your slick dripping all over Osamu’s hand. He moans against you, pulling you closer as he suckled on your puffy clit. With a high pitched squeal, your coming undone, your thighs closing around his head as you pant heavily.

Osamu’s smirking against your skin before pulling away, wrapping his big hand around your throat and kissing you hotly. Your tongues swirl, moaning against each other as Osamu pulls out his heavy length.

Another thing Hinata lacks. Osamu’s cock always had you feeling so full, the perfect size to get you drooling. His girth alone was impressive, thick veins, the cherry on top. Don’t even get me started on those heavy balls, the ones that swing and slap at your already aching clit with every thrust of his hips. He ran his length along your dripping folds, tapping his perfect head against your clit as your hiss and writhe underneath him, desperate to feel full.

“Want it baby?” He asks, prodding himself at your desperate hole. You nod feverishly, rambling on about how badly you wanted to feel full, how much you wanted to feel him throbbing inside you. Of course your dirty mouth grants you your wish, Osamu’s cock stretching you with a slow motion.

“‘S so fuckin’ tight, baby. Gimme that pussy.” He moans, rutting his hips into yours, hands holding up your thighs to reach deep. You’re sobbing, tears falling onto the pillow beneath you as you let out breathy moans. Osamu’s mouth stop ghosting over yours to sit on his haunches, reaching over and grabbing something.

“Phone for you.” Osamu whispers, handing it to you, not halting his hips for no one. You grab it, darting your eyes at him as his dick kissed your cervix.

“H-Hello?” You croon, trying to sound like you’re half asleep.

“Y/N? Did you go home? Where’d you go?” You hear Hinata ask, unable to answer right away as your mouth hangs open at the searing hot pleasure Osamu’s cock brought you.

“I-I.. Yes. Sorry I didn’t wake you. I just- ah.. didn’t feel well.” You lie, biting your lip and rubbing soft circles on your sensitive clit as Osamu fucks your harder.

“Well, you coulda stayed over. I would have taken care of you.” Shoyo lectured, your mind not even fixated on what he’s saying to you.

You nod as if he could see you, looking up at Osamu with pleading eyes, his thumb replacing your fingers as he played with your clit.

“Go on, baby. Tell ‘em you’re about to cream all over my fuckin’ dick.” Osamu huffs, almost loud enough for Hinata to hear. You chew at your bottom lip, eyes rolling back as Osamu works you open with his cock, hearing Hinata say something hoping you feel better.

The pleasure was too much, your mouth drooling as your lips formed an o-shape. Osamu laughs, realizing you’re way too dumb to rush Hinata off the phone. So he does it for you, like the nice guy he is.

“She’ll call back later. She’s too busy taking my cock to talk right now.” He says before hanging up, turning off your ringer and returning to his work on your cervix.

You blink away tears, throat hurting from all the screaming and whimpering as you approach another mind blowing orgasm.

“Hnnn, fuck, Osamu yes. Your cock’s so fucking big. Need it to make me cum, fuck! Hah shit!” You mewl, wrapping your legs around his strong waist.

“Yeah? Ooo that little fucker has no idea what this feels like, huh princess? Give it to me baby. Fuckin give it to me.” Osamu urged, eager to feel your gummy walls clamp down around him and milk him for every ounce of his cum as he brutally slammed his hips down into you.

“You’re my little whore, yeah? Like it when another man fucks your greedy pussy? Such a dirty slut. Say you’re a dirty slut.”

“I’m a dirty slut, Ah! I-I’m your dirty slut, ‘Samu. Uhhnnn!” The last thing you say before clenching around Osamu’s size, his cock throbbing furiously before erupting in white hot globs of his cum.

It was all so filthy, so raunchy and so wrong. Guilt was the furthest thing from your conscience though, laying limp and half asleep as Osamu pulled out and went to grab a towel to clean up. How could something so erotic be wrong.

You’d call Hinata tomorrow, try and explain everything when the time was right. But for now, you’d just lay there in your stupor, high off the euphoric orgasms you’ve experienced just then.

Tomorrow you’d make it right, even though it probably never could be.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu osamu #osamu smut #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu hinata shoyo #haikyuu osamu miya #haikyuu osamu x reader

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lauwrite1225 · 3 years

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Somebody to die for.

Finan x OC; The Old Guard inspired Alternative Universe

Summary : Victoria’s life is rather simple until she has a car accident from which she ends up miraculously unscathed. A series of weird events animates her daily life, everything seemingly bringing her to a strange man. Until this very man knocks at her door.

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A/N : Happy Finan Friday my friends! Alright it's still thursday to most of yall, but it isn't in France anymore and I was to excited to post to wait the morning lmaoo. I had so many good feedbacks on chapter one, you all can’t imagine how happy it made me! So as you noticed, I like to change the moodboard for each chapter, I hve fun making this ahah, I hope you all don’t mind!

Warnings : blood and death

Chapter 2 : There’s a truth and it’s on our side

Victoria blinks several times at the man standing right in front of her. Her eyes go down and up his body, analysing every inch of him and when she realizes he is wearing the same sweatshirt as the man in the bookshop, she’s panic-stricken. He doesn’t even have the time to say a word as she closes the door in his face and presses her back against it. Did this psychopath follow her to her home? She doesn’t see any other explanation, or maybe it’s just the one making the most sense. Because even if it's the guy from the bookshop, it doesn’t explain why he is the one she’s been dreaming of for a month now. Christ, things couldn’t get weirder.

She gathers all the courage she has and shouts through the door. “Who the hell are you?”

She hears the man scoff, the sound attenuated by the door. “Ya wouldn’t trust me if I tell ya like this.”

Her fingers nervously drum on her thigh. “Are you… Are you the “time traveller”?” This question would probably make her sound crazy, but a stranger knocking at your door after following you from your work place is undoubtedly crazier. The thought makes her realize that keeping talking to him maybe isn’t in fact the best idea, and as the man hesitates to answer, she looks around for her phone.

“Hum… Yes kinda.” He replies and Vicky freezes. He doesn’t even deny, which confirms her assumption that he really is mad. “But I’m not really a time traveler.”

Victoria frowns. “What do you mean?”

“That’s hard to explain to a door.” He jokes but Vicky doesn’t laugh, so he answers in a more neutral tone. “I think you and I are the same.”

“The same?” She repeats, her eyes finally falling on her phone. She walks aways from the door to take it from the table and leans against the door again.

She starts to type the number of the police when he speaks. “It’s goin’ to sound really weird. But… I’ve seen ya in my dreams.” Victoria immediately pauses, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard. Her breath strangely accelerates as she considers his words.

“How can I know you’re telling me the truth?”

“Ya’ve been in a car accident. That’s the first dream I’ve got of ya.”

Victoria is breathless. She has spoken to no one about it, only giving lies, affirming her car has been stolen. She doesn’t know if his answer should reassure her or not, but she switches off her phone and slides it in her pocket before unlocking the door and opening it just slightly. “How do you know that?” She asks him, her voice between fear and curiosity.

The man’s gaze is soft as he rubs the back of his neck. “Told ya, I dreamt of it. Maybe we could talk inside? It's better if there’s no one to hear us.”

Vicky hesitates, staring alternatively between him and the inside of her flat, until she finally moves away. Every part of her mind is screaming at her how bad an idea it is to let this strange, very strange man in, but her intuitions and curiosity are thinking otherwise. She has spent the weirdest month of her life, and something is telling her he would have the answers.

“What’s your name?” She asks, closing the door behind him.

“Finan.” He smiles. “And ya’re Victoria?”

She narrows her eyes at him. “I am.” She studies him from a decent distance, actually more like a safe one. He is every bit of the man she’s been dreaming of, tall, thick dark hair, a few scars on his face, strong shoulders and something she has grown to find endearing about him, his childish smile. She wonders if he knows she’s been dreaming about him as well, he would have probably already mentioned it if he did. “So, why do you think we are the same?” She asks, her arms crossed over her chest.

Finan looks around, as if to be sure that there is no one else listening. “I think you died during your accident.”

“What?” She exclaims, her eyes widening. “I wouldn’t be standing here if I was dead.” She answers, tilting her head at what seems to be obvious to her.

“That’s why I said you died.” He replies, insisting on the last word.

“So I came back to life?”

“Yes.”

“That’s the craziest shit I’ve ever heard.” She says in an awkwardly neutral tone.

Finan rolls his eyes. “Then you should have a wound, anything that would prove you’ve had a crash. T’was quite violent of what I remember.” He raises an eyebrow and Vicky finds nothing to answer. He is right, she is miraculously alive, but the blood she found in the car and on her clothes doesn’t match that reality.

“How do you know all of that?” She asks again.

He moves forward but she immediately steps back. “I told ya, I think we’re the same. I died several times before.”

Vicky’s face twists in disbelief. “I can’t believe that.” She says.

The man sighs, his shoulders falling heavily and looking up to the ceiling. “I guess I don’t have another choice than to make ya believe me.” He puts his hand in his pocket and removes a folding knife from it.

“What are you doing?” She panics, stepping back even more.

He raises his hands in sign of peace. “Calm down, I won’t hurt ya.” He promises.

However, he unfolds the knife and to Victoria’s surprise he doesn’t try to attack her, but brings it to his neck. Finan takes a deep breath and murmurs something before sinking the blade in his throat, grimacing at the pain that occurs. A scream of horror escapes her as he falls to the floor, blood coming out of the wound and his mouth. She rushes to his side, removing the knife and pressing her hand on his throat to stop the bleedings.

“No, no, no, no… Stay with me, please.” She freaks out while Finan is bleeding to death on the floor of her flat, gasping for air. He holds her gaze, and in contrast to the time she dreamt of his death, he seems calm. With her other hand, she tries to find his pulse, but there’s nothing. “No…” She whispers, breathless. “No, no, no! You can’t be dead!” She starts to shake his shoulders and as he remains inert, she grabs her phone in her pocket and starts to tap the emergency number, trying not to tremble too much.

But before she can press on the green button, Finan takes a deep breath as if he is coming out of the water. Surprised, she drops her phone and falls back. He coughs several times, spitting blood as he sits up. Victoria can’t keep her wide opened eyes from him, especially when she notices how the wound in his neck heals by itself in a minute until there’s nothing, not even a scar. He wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at the red puddle around him.

“Hum… Sorry for the mess.” He apologizes as his eyes meet hers.

But Vicky can’t care less. “You were dead, and you’re fucking alive.” She whispers, not believing what she just witnessed.

“D'ya trust me now?” He asks her.

Vicky opens her mouth, but no sound comes out of it. She rubs her face with both her hands, not caring about the blood still on them. None of this makes sense, but it is undeniably real. “How did you do that?” She questions him, removing her hands.

Finan's gaze darkens for a brief moment. “I wish I knew.” He stands up, stretching his arms and her mind still can't grasp the fact that a few minutes ago he was dead. He walks towards her but he keeps the same distance she has settled before. “But I'm sure the same happened to ya.”

Victoria looks up to him and there's some sort of joy sparking in his eyes to know she is like him and she wonders if until now, he has been the only one like this. She frowns, she knows nothing of him, but in a short time, he has revealed her every secret of what she could only call a superpower, and she feels like he deserves to know everything as well.

“I dreamt of you too.” she says softly and it's Finan's turn to stare at her with wide eyes.

He crouches in front of her. “Really?”

She shakes her head up and down vigorously. “I saw your death too. But you were wearing a leather armour, fighting in a clearing during the night.” Finan's face becomes as pale as a ghost as she explains her own dreams. “And then you're stabbed from behind, and I can feel all the pain, how the life is leaving your body.” She is quite surprised she succeeds to actually put words on it, thinking of it still giving her thrills. “I dreamt of other things, during other periods of time, but you’re always there.” She concludes, looking up from her bloody hands to him. “What does it mean?”

“I’ve no idea.”

They both say nothing for a moment, simply trying to understand all the information. Everything seems so surrealistic to Vicky but she can’t deny all of this somehow makes sense. She sighs, like it could clear her confused thoughts and looks at the amount of blood on her floor.

“Hm… I think I should clean that.” She says, pointing vaguely at the area.

Finan looks behind him, grimacing. “Aye, let me help ya with that.”

“Sounds fair after you killed yourself in my entrance.” She adds as she rises to her feet, Finan doing so as well, chuckling lightly.

She walks to a closet and comes back with a mop and a bucket. While she fills it with hot water and a little bit of cleaning soap, she discreetly observes Finan. It’s really strange to see him in a modern outfit after dreaming of him so many times in Middle Age clothes. She frowns, this thought bringing a new question.

“I have a question.” She declares, stepping towards him with the bucket while he grabs the mop she has leaned against a chair.

“Ask it.” He sinks the mop into the water and wrings it out while waiting for her question.

“When did you die?”

The corner of his mouth rises. “I told ya, I died many times.”

Vicky rolls her eyes. “I mean the first time.”

Finan pauses, stopping to clean her floor, his eyes darkening as earlier. “Sometime during the ninth century.” He answers finally.

She makes a strangled sort of noise. “The ninth century? You’re what? A thousand years old? You look barely thirty!”

“I guess I should take that as a compliment.” He chuckles but Victoria isn’t in the mood to share a laugh.

“Oh fuck me, you must be kidding me.” She sighs, sitting on the nearest chair. “Are you the only one like this?” She hesitates on a word that describes what she means but can't to a better one than : “Immortal?”

Finan shrugs. “As far as I know, there was just me until now.”

“So we are two.” She points her finger at her chest and then his. “Just you and I.” He nods, pinching his lips in a thin line while she shakes her head. “That's fucking insane.”

“You're tellin' me!” He exclaims exaggeratingly.

But again Victoria ignores his attempt of jokes to ask another question. “How did you find me?”

His cheeky smile fades and he leans on the handle of the mop. “Well, in my dreams I could see moments of your life and I just tried to put all the pieces together.”

“That's creepy.”

This time he is the one rolling his eyes. “Trust me lass, when you'll have kept living for a millennial, being creepy will be the least of your problems.”

“So it was you in the bookshop?” He nods. “And you followed me?”

“I did.” He admits, finished with cleaning the floor. “Alright, maybe it really is creepy.” Victoria raises her eyebrows, as if she's surprised by his affirmation. “But it never happened to me before, and I just… I just had an intuition.”

“Well, it's maybe the least weird thing you told me since you knocked at my door.” She sighs taking the bucket and the mop from his hands to empty it in the toilets. When she comes back after putting everything back into the closet she pays more attention to the blood staining Finan's sweatshirt and her own clothes. “I should change clothes.” She says, pulling the edge of one of her sleeves, already annoyed by the time it will take to clean it correctly. “I must have something for you.”

Finan raises, probably doubting any of her clothes could fit him as she is a head smaller than him.

“From my ex.” She answers, clearly having read his mind.

“Ah, yeah. Thank ya.”

She walks away to her bedroom, taking the first clothes she finds and changing, making a pile of the dirty ones. Then she pulls out of a drawer a sweater from her ex that she hasn't thrown away yet. Before coming back to the living room she stops in the bathroom to wash her hands and face from the dried blood. The water is enjoyable, the only thing constant during this day where all her truths are being riled. She stares at her reflection in the mirror, meeting her own green eyes.

“Maybe it's just a dream.” She says softly and brings her finger to her mouth. She bites in it, hard enough to break the skin. She hisses when she tastes a drop of blood on her tongue. It wasn't a dream.

Suddenly, knocks at her door startle her and she bursts out of the bathroom. Finan is still in the middle of the living room, looking between her and the door. He looks as panicked as her and Vicky points at the room she just walked out of.

“Hide in the bathroom.”

Finan doesn't object, grabbing the sweatshirt she hands him on his way. Once she has heard the door of the bathroom closing behind him she rushes to the front door and slowly opens.

“Becca? What are you doing here?” Victoria asks after recognizing her best friend.

Rebecca raises a surprised eyebrow. “You seem pleased to see me. I texted you I was coming.” She says, waving the hand with which she's holding her phone.

“Oh… I'm sorry, I didn't really check my phone.” Victoria rubs the back of her neck. “Anyway, what do you want?”

Rebecca narrows her eyes, warning her that she's sounding weird, so she straightens a little and plasters her best smile on her face.

“I forgot my gym bag here, yesterday. I just wanted to get it back.”

“Yeah, sure.” Victoria moves away from the door and Becca steps in, patiently waiting for her best friend to come back with the bag.

She searches in the living room but she becomes pale when she hears a noise from the bathroom. “Is there someone else here?” She hears Rebecca ask.

At the time she answers, she has found the bag and is walking back to her, quite nervous. “No.” She replies dryly and oh, how bad she is at lying, especially to Rebecca.

Her friend's face breaks into a mischievous smirk. “Are you hiding a boy?”

Vicky stares at her with wide eyes before scoffing. “Absolutely not!” She hands her the bag quite abruptly. “Here's your bag. Do you need anything else?”

The tan skinned woman studies her for a second, no doubt knowing she's lying and Vicky is sure will probably hear of it in the following days. “No, that's all.”

As soon as she's gone, Victoria heaves a sigh and turns around when the bathroom door opens.

Finan's head appears from the small opening. “Am I the boy she's talking about?”

“Obviously not, you're a thousand years old, old man.” She snaps, joining him.“The hell were you doing?” She pronounces her last words slower as she notices that he is standing bare chested in front of her, his skin covered with scars. She tries to keep her gaze on to his face, the blood now washed away from his beard and neck. “Doesn't matter. Get dressed.”

Vicky waits patiently in the living room for Finan to come back. When he comes back he’s wearing an uncomfortable smile, one of his thumbs jammed in his trousers pocket while he has his dirty sweatshirt in his other hand. There’s an awkward silence but Vicky couldn’t care less, sitting on a chair, her elbows resting on her thighs and her hands sliding into her hair. Finan comes closer to her and gently puts his hands on her shoulder, she doesn’t push him away, even if she wouldn’t usually allow such proximity with a stranger.

“Maybe I should let ya alone, so ya can process everythin’.” He says softly and when she lifts her head his gaze is as soft as his voice. She nods and he squeezes her shoulder before stepping to the fridge and writting something on a post-it glued on it. “That’s the hotel where I sleep, if ya need anythin’.”

“Thank you.”

He leaves right after, and somehow, Vicky hoped that as soon as he’d leave things would appear to be just a big joke. But she looks at the finger she bit earlier and there is no mark of her teeth, no wound. Her skin is as soft and healthy as usual.

A/N : This chapter’s dialogues are clearly the base of this fic, espacially the “a thousand yo??!!” sksks, or Finan killing himself, as @maggiescarborough told me : a real drama queen. Anyway, see you next week for the next chapter ;)

Tag : @obipoelover @for-bebbanburg @naps4bats @osferth @maggiescarborough @finansarms @dumbledoreisnotmyhubby

#The Last Kingdom #finan the agile #finan #fanfiction #tlk fanfiction #finan tlk #somebody to die for #Finan x OC #finan x ofc #the old guard

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maskyartist · 3 years

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*loudly rings the bell* cloqwork fans come get yalls juice! enjoy some more the prince and the thief au content

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"So, where're we goin'?" Qrow asks as Ozpin leads him down the many, many halls of the palace he's grown up in. To Qrow, it was dizzying. The endless turns and twists, the many walls covered in paintings or lined with vases and small tables. Decorations. (expensive ones...) To Ozpin, however, it made perfect sense. He couldn't imagine a life outside of these winding hallways and (painful) difficult stairways. So, leading Qrow down by his wrist was easy for the prince, causing the man to follow behind.

The question makes Ozpin smile over his shoulder. (Qrow has to shove down his heart, lest it beat out of his chest at just one look.) "Somewhere special, I promise you." Even with the princes lame leg, he seems eager enough to push through whatever twinge of pain he feels as he heads down, down, down to...a pair of double doors at the back of the palace. "You will love it. If you don't, I will eat my crown."

Qrow just scoffs. "Prepare to eat gold then, your highness. I'm not easily impressed."

The prince simply chuckles. "I believe this may catch your breath." And he shoves the double doors open, revealing-

...a garden. A large one. There are dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands of flowers among the many hedges and pathways. It was night time, late, with the moon high in the sky and the stars sparkling like small pieces of gemstone hanging suspended within the ethereal feeling of this entire place.

Ozpin sighs softly at the sight. "When I was a child, I suggested we have a garden after seeing flowers in the marketplace. Since then we’ve gotten gardeners to help upkeep the area, but I still enjoy helping wherever I can. Now it has become this." He leans on his cane and turns to Qrow. "No one else is allowed here except for Oscar and myself. I believe you may be the first person I have allowed out here." A whole garden, all for Ozpin...Qrow can't help but stare with awe on his face, eyes taking in the gorgeous sight before him. White flowers, carefully trimmed hedges, endless paths to get lost in the beauty of it all... He feels a hand under his jaw, and his teeth snap together as his mouth shuts. "You'll catch flies." Ozpin teases.

Qrow's cheeks heat up, and he clears his throat as he crosses his arms. "This ain't all that impressive." Even with his cool and casual tone, Ozpin sees right through it, raising a single eyebrow to cause Qrow to sigh. "Alright, you get to keep your crown. This place is stunnin'."

Ozpin laughs, a smile never fading from his cheeks ("how long has it been since the prince smiled?" was what a servant said during the party when Qrow dropped a single joke that caused the prince to let out a surprised laugh. he doesn't understand what they could mean. Ozpin is always smiling, always laughing, when Qrow is around. when would he not be?) as he takes Qrow's hand, fingers laced between gaps, and tugs him along. "Here! Let me show you my favorite spot."

The "prince" blinks at the claim. "Didn't you just say the garden was your favorite? Thought we already reached the end." The question makes Ozpin roll his eyes. A fond expression. "The garden is my favorite area of the castle, but there is one spot I have that is perfect." With that, Qrow is once again tugged along through the garden, the two making small talk as Ozpin allows Qrow to really get a good look at everything. The flora and fauna, the gorgeous clear night sky, the moonlight bouncing off a small amount of dew that begins to make itself at home on a few flowers and leaves. No wonder Oz likes this place so much, it's practically perfect. How much better could it get?

"Here we are!"

A lot, apparently, as Qrow feels floored at the sight of the small, secluded place they've arrived at. A fountain sits draped between vines and trees bearing fruit, there are books scattered here and there, a small trolley table with wheels seeming to be ready to serve tea if it weren't so incredibly late. The place is hidden from the rest of the world, covered in leaves at the entrance. If you weren't looking for it, you would never find it.

Qrow steps inside, it feels like he's already tainted the place with just his presence (with his true intentions behind getting so close to the prince, who seems blissfully unaware of the truth still...), taking to the books first. There has to be at least dozens here, and the idea of counting them all makes his head spin. "How many books are even here?"

Ozpin hums as he walks behind Qrow, a hand trailing across his back as he maneuvers around him to get a look at his perspective. (his touch is so gentle, so soft-) "Not as many as my study, or my room." He says with a shrug. "But, these are my favorites." He says with a smile. "I come here to read when I am..." There's a pause, before he stares down at the many books. "...overwhelmed." (there's more, but Qrow won't push. not yet.) Qrow picks up one of the books, gazing at the cover. 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves'. He picks up another. 'Sleeping Beauty.' Another-'The Ice Queen'-and another-'The Little Mermaid'-and another-'The Warrior of the Woods'-

"They're all...fairy tales?"

The genuine confusion makes Ozpin chuckle as he sits himself down at the foot of the fountain. "Yes, they are. I always enjoyed these stories." He picks up one (The Tale of The Two Brothers) and feels over the cover. "I find it...interesting, how stories and tales like this were shared so much that they were able to be put into writing." One leg crosses over the other. A comfortable reading position. "These will never be the original stories, you would only get that from the mouth of the originator of these tales, but the fact that those who heard those stories were so eager to share that they had them written down..." He smiles. "I find that admirable."

The peace that waves across Ozpin's face is enough to make Qrow's heart skip a beat, and he wishes he could just tear the damn thing out and be rid of these feelings. (he has a job to do, but it's getting harder and harder by the day.) "Tell me, Qrow-" The man jolts out of his staring to look at Oz properly. That smile hasn't faded. "-What is your favorite fairy tale? I'm positive I have it somewhere here."

Qrow can't help it. He smiles back as he loots through the books, grabs just the one he wants, and hands it over to Ozpin, who looks over it with a quirked eyebrow. "'The Infinite Man'..." He hums with a nod, patting the space next to him before he opens the book. "A good choice. I like this one, myself." Qrow grins. "I had a feeling you would." Is all he says before he sits himself down next to Ozpin, settling in for a story.

By the time they decide to return to the palace, it was the next day, with the sun high in the sky, each book read to near completion, and Ozpin asleep on Qrow's shoulder, the thief having to carry the prince back inside to settle him into bed after their little escapade.

Leaving the palace, leaving Ozpin to rest by himself, he can't help but sigh to himself as he remembers his job. There will be no feelings. Not anymore. He can't afford that.

...but Gods, does Ozpin make that part of his job difficult as hell.

#The Prince and The Thief AU #qrow branwen #professor ozpin #ozpin rwby #rwby AU #fanfiction #well its more just a lil drabble #cloqwork #idk how to tag writing

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ill start with some basic plot explaination because i dont expect anybody to read a 30 year old reasonably hard to find manga

ok SO disclaimer i have a really hard time summarizing because i think everything is important so thisll be long. mentions of gore muder and death. and so much edge

kamui shiro (main character) is a teenager returning to tokyo after moving away six years before. his childhood friends kotori and fuuma (brother and sister) notice that hes become very hotheaded and abrassive where he was very quiet and shy as a kid.

kamui is being observered magically by two different groups, the dragons of heaven and the dragons of earth. both groups wonder how this kid could be The “Kamui”, the one whose destiny it is to decide the fate of humanity.

the dragons of heaven, also known as the “seven seals”, believe that humanity should continue to live on earth, even if it causes the eventual death of the earth. the dragons of earth, also known as the “seven angels”, want to get rid of all human life so that the earth can begin to heal and continue on. every member of both sides of this fight had their positions preordained. every move they make is destined to happen, foretold by dreamgazers. the dreamgazers are people with the ability to travel through the world of dreams, able to see the future as well as the past and are able to create their own dreamscapes. they can also bring other people into their dreams. the main dreamgazer, a woman named hinoto is on the side of the dragons of heaven and is gathering them all to ready for the Final Battle for the Fate of the Earth.

this is hinoto

kamui doesnt know a whole lot about his destiny other than he is involved in the final battle. the reason he and his mother left tokyo was because. brace yourself for this one also tw gore. kotori and fuumas mother was the one that “gave birth” to one of the sacred swords needed in the final battle. when she gives birth to this sword she straight up exploded. you know how in old ps2 games enemies would explode in a pile of meat. that. so kamui and his mom leave and she explains his part in the end of the world. kamui is the only one in this whole ordeal who gets to choose which side he wants to be on. no one really knows all the details about the future because parts of it only get locked in place when kamui makes his choice. cut to six years later kamui comes home from school and his house is on fire and his mom is inside. mom, unfazed by being actually on fire, tells kamui that the time has come to return to tokyo and fufill his destiny and then dies because she was on fire. kamui is not yet used to seeing people die horrifically in front of him so is devistated, but eventually makes his way to tokyo.

kamui doesnt actually seem to have put a lot of though into this whole destiny thing. his plan is to go retrieve the scared sword and leave because he specifically doesnt want kotori and fuuma involved because he knows it insanely dangerous and besides his mom theyre the only people he really cares about. so he adopts this whole evil asshole attitude so that they dont want anything to do with him. which doesnt really work lol.

after being an asshole to his friends at school, kamui runs into hinotos knight (basically) and picks a fight with him because hes sick of being spied on.

side note everyone involved with the final battle has. magic basically? everyone has a special thing they can do but everyone has the ability to naruto run on buildings and jump mega high and the like. anime shit. kamui has something similar to telekensis and can create energy blasts.

anyway theyre fighting and kamui shows no care to the destruction hes creating. the fight ends in a draw when another dragon of heaven shows up and pulls the knight out because theyre both severely injured. kamui ends up collapsing from his wounds and just so happens to be found by fuuma and taken to fuumas home (which is also a shrine) and calls a doctor. as kamui is passed out hinoto visits him in a dream and tells him to join the seven seals and shows him visions she has had about what could happen if he doesnt. one of the visions shows that kotori will be killed and hinoto says that he might be able to save her.

yet ANOTHER seal followed fuuma and kamui and gives out a another loredump the second he and kamui are alone. while this is happening the shrine is attacked by one of the seven angels that has come to steal the the scared sword. the angel kills fuumas father and escapes with the sword.

(sword feat. the dad)

hinoto has a dream that shows her that there are actually TWO “Kamuis” that will be on each side of the battle. whatever choice original kamui makes, the other will go to the other side.

kamui goes to finally meet hinoto in person and basically has the same convo as the dream but the dreamgazer of the seven angels shows up in this dream and tells him his other option to join the angels. kamui is mega pissed hinoto wouldnt tell him the whole truth. he storms out yelling about how he doesnt care about any of this.

after leaving kamui runs into kotori and they talk about how things were when they were kids and are immediately attacked by another of the seven angels. kamui is trying to protect kotori who has no fuckin clue whats goin on. fuuma shows up out of nowhere and gets them out of there. kamui tells fuuma that he just wants him and kotori to be safe.fuuma reveals that his father said somehing to him before he died and hes been having dreams about it before seeming to go completely blank faced and says that he and kamuis fates are intertwined but snaps out of it.

kamuis aunt, who has shown up like once and was vauge for a bit, appears and tells kamui and fuuma that shes about to give birth to the other scared sword. then she also explodes. her spirit tells them theres a secret vault where they need to take the sword to and keep there until the promised day.

kotori was getting drinks or something and walks into the massacare and loses her mind. she had seen her mother die the same way so she full on dissociates and is near catatonic.

fuuma on the other hand, goes back into that blank face trance and says that he is the second kamui. and snaps out of it again. sceret agents show up to take kamui to the vault. they bring along fuuma and kotori.

kamui does an assload of monolouging and reflection after they arrive at the vault. kamui tells fuuma that his only wish is for he and kotori to be safe and happy. fuuma once again switches to his other self and says “youve finally come to a decision i see” and grabs the sword and kotori. kamui gives chase.

fuuma destroys part of the building and holds kotori in place with wires on a massive cross (symbolism. subtlety who). fuuma stabs glass shards into kamui to pin him against a wall before ultimately killing kotori with the sword, as was foreseen by hinoto as well as kotori herself. fuuma bounces to join up with the dragons of earth while kamui breaks down over kotoris body.

side note if i had a nickle for everytime a near catatonic tramatized person carried around a decapitated head in this id have two nickles which isnt much but its weird it happened twice

congrats thats the first 8 volumes of x1999 with all of the side characters cut out.

i wrote all the way to 8 because kotoris death is basically the end of act 1 and is what gets the ball actually rolling. and since i want to talk about kamui as a character i had to get atleast that far. thats gonna be another post tho this is way too long its lagging my notes app. also tumblr only allows ten images. rip. no triangle shoulders for yall.

#lees posts #WOO BOY THIS TOOK A MINUTE #lmk if something doesnt make sense. might be the mangas fault tho theres sum logic leaps #time to pass out #long post #clamp posting

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splendidshinobi · 3 years

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 21-25

almost halfway done lads how we feelin'

episode 21: the red glow

ah yes barry

"i'm alphonse elric!!!!!" yes u r baby!!!

who just popped over the wall

scar im assuming

"i kill therefore i am".....barry spouting descartes rn

it was scar haha

hi greed

thought i saw you earlier

WHY DID THEY DRAW HIS ARMS THAT LONG

ope he found the chimera crew...

jerry jewell's evil laugh gets me every time lmao he's so great

ed has deep philosophical talks bro

also ed is chaotic but his personal morals are unshakeable

who are these prison guards gonna release

oh hey kimblee

oh hey squad

ed take out ur pokeball

um wth is that

OH MY GOD TUCKER WHAT

I THOUGHT IT WAS A GIANT YODA OR A SWAMP MONSTER

he looks FUCKKEDDDD

bro of all the things i was not expecting him

oof ishval flashbacks

young scar why is your hair brown

why is it white now

WHY IS HE NAKED

whos her

lust 1.0 im assuming

ew omg tucker is literally so fuckin nasty lookin idk

idk why but he's worse than rod reiss titan for me

wait a damn minute

wait a damn fucking minute

goddamnit

what is GOIN ON

i need tucker to stop whispering he sounds like fucking voldemort on the back of quirrells head

jesus

episode 22: created human

hughes' pajamas look like armin's futon from aot junior high

the bad place???? was that greed's prison gluttony was lookin at?

im still shook af over tucker and tbh its been like 24 hours since i watched episode 21

STOP WHISPERING TUCKER

driving me up a wall

my poor son looks so tired :(

those moral principles at it again

bradley.......

ewww the way tucker walks STOP

hi envy!!!!!

so all of those prisoner guys gonna get flattened by some alchemy

hey kimblee!!!

so did greed escape with the homies???? cause i feel like he would have made his presence known already....

i feel like im missing a lot because im a ding dong

musty prison kimblee is kinda...hot....physically speaking..oops..personality wise obviously there's MUCH to work on

so envy knows hohenheim

ED BABY

he won't do it

oh no alphonse

oh god memory implants

al's identity crisis CONTINUES

they wanna become humans??? huh....doesnt really make sense for their characters...(maybe envy but more on that at 11)

is ed gonna kill these guys for al

some1!!!!!! hold!!!!! me!!!! im so stressed

is he pretending to do it and he's got another plan up his sleeve!!!!????

honestly he's so depressed i cant even tell

those unshakable moral principles at work again i see

the red water can turn ed into a god???? wtf ed doesnt want to be a god he wants to punch god

oh theres the greed squad! i found them!!! is kimblee joining up with them

maria girly!!!!!!!

THE HOMUNCULI IN THEIR STUPID UNIFORMS I--

who's the lady. i need 2 know.

episode 23: fullmetal heart

alphonse is destroyed again

poor kid

"edward sir" brosh pls!!!

oh excuse me--- ***Bloch

The Ross Slap™

winry <3

pinako takes no prisoners

ed didnt you JUST tell brosh and ross they might be right that you needed to trust adults with more shit and now youre blowing off hughes

ed's DRAWINGS im-

hi sig hi izumi!!!

al is so sad over there in that corner

poor baby son

sometimes i feel like hughes and mustang are ed and al's divorced dads

the little arakawa avatar cows in the back im CRYING!!!!!!!

“bean”

snappy al

ooffffffff

omg hughes plz

elicia is precious though we love her

"dad's friend the bookworm" omg sheska

awwww gracia made edward a cake!!!!!!!

god catch me cryin in the club

CONGRATULATIONS

"whatever" al im crying he's so sad

AL MADE BROSH OR WHOEVER CARRY HIS DESTROYED ARMOR TO THE ROOF IM ACTUALLY YELLING

"you goof"

yes winry you are correct boy is a goof

sir you are being so dramatic

give that baby a hug

"so called brother"

so we all know that was a knife through the heart for ed

al just jumped off a FUCKING ROOF and ED TRIED TO FOLLOW

so im crying

i liked this better when they HAD A CONVERSATION ABOUT AL'S FEARS AND MADE THE FUCK UP

episode 24: bonding memories

guess we're gonna play w my emotions again

sometimes like....one bit characters talk...like villager b ya know? and im like who are you i know that voice

so the nasty military has come to ruin some lives again

and barry for some reason

aww poor al

youre real you are!!!!!!

i just feel like people would know people that wear sunglasses in the rain would be ishvalan

but what do i know

obviously they dont have the white hair thing in this version

poor ed is so sad

these boys need a hug

let me just *pulls out adoption papers*

well if scar doesnt have queen mei to adopt in 03, he’s got this little toothless boy

dont lie al you do care

ew i dont like her

the drama of this boy

so the nasty military has come to ruin some lives again part 2

apparently they are *mercenaries??? excuse me

i have some questions regarding this kid’s mom

well you know i can see why this kid feels this way about his mom

it does look like she ran off...

al and scar dream team up

HEY ED!!! HEY WINRY!!!

bout time

yall gonna have this talk now????

barry STOPPPPPP

brotherhood barry is the true king there i said it

damn scar you baddie

barry like....you already knew him

anyway

WHAT THE HELL

NO RICKKK!!!!!!

someone save this boy!!!!

oh good his mom “saved” him

ah damn thats pretty tragic

she didnt know they were right in front of her

well my questions were answered

so she attacks with grape fanta. thats one way to do it

ed looks like such an angry gremlin right now this is a heartwarming moment sir please

why are ed and scar being so civil right now this is so weird

bye scar

we’ll see him again

see you later scar

episode 25: words of farewell

maes who let you buy that awful pink suit

gracia please it better not have been you

mustang ew please

dont open the door lookin like that

what the hell are you doing in here

so hughes WASNT in ishval here?

i think that takes a lot away from his character but anyway

bradley hangs around like a creep at every possible instant

why would bradley care about ishvalan refugees like hughes cmon

“unspeakable crimes” BRADLEY YOU LITERALLY CANNOT TALK

juliet douglas is this lady’s name

only took me 1000 episodes to figure that out

ED AND AL??? NOT DEALING WITH DANGEROUS THINGS??????? dont make me laugh assholes theyre lying thru their teeth

izumi time lets go

wow we’re still going to rush valley? wasnt really expecting that tbh

elicia i LOVE you!!!!!

ew kimblee “hi”

how did he lightning himself like that

if i were ishvalan i would not go to the south....yet ANOTHER war torn region of amestris but ok

okay

an amestrian desert biker gang rolled up to wreak havoc

HUGHES AHAHAHA

tbh i wouldnt want to tell roy anything either stupid bitch

anyway

um why do i feel like its hughes’ death episode

he would not be shown tucking elicia in to bed otherwise

please im not ready to be hurt again

oh no

yeah he just learned something about our girl juliet

ive been waiting for this information

he’s gonna die before we learn anything helpful

yupppppp

hey lust figured you’d show up sooner or later

i too wish i could look that sexy pulling a kunai out of my forehead

SLOTH????????

did girly just say SLOTH

i- nothing about her seems particularly slothy but ok

u know what!!!!!!!!!!!!

ENVY HEYYY

DUMBASS ROY JUST HAAAAAD TO LEAVE

haha famous last words

oof it hurts every time

not the FUNERAL scene no!

time for me to go

peace out homies im dead inside

yes my brigadier general

NOT THE RAIN

COME ONNNNNN

hughes is sneezing six feet under

was ed supposed to be looking at hughes’ ghost

um....right

#carol watches fma03 #carol's remaining brain cells #fullmetal alchemist #fma 03 #zoo wee freaking mama #thoughts i have THOUGHTS

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angelofhell-666 · 4 years

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Hail Hydra part 4

Sorry it took for long to post this one. I work two jobs and had to do overnights all last week for the one. Hopefully yall like this one. i’m also taking requests for one shots also for marvel. Enjoy!

warnings- language.

word count- 2,297

It’s been five days. Five days since we had to go into the tower to grab our stuff and got attacked. I woke up around the following day sometime to Bucky asleep next to me in a chair. They brought us back to gramps house and set up a makeshift hospital area in his unfinished basement. Well it was kinda finished. He kept most of his old captain America stuff down there and I hid my weapons and other stuff besides the occasional handgun in my room.

When that hydra dickbag jumped out of the helicopter Sam flew around looking for him but it’s almost like he just disappeared. Bucky and Sam ended up with very minimal injury’s. Maybe couple scratches and bruises and lucky for Buck he heals quickly. I mean I would have to but I still have this damn thing behind my ear stopping my powers.

I ended up with a broken nose that had to be re broken to set properly and luckily when I got shot at he just missed my knee cap so it didn’t shatter. But it did hit right above my knee so I have stitches and it braced so I can’t bend it. Strictly bound to crutches and minimal movement. Sam and Maria have been trying to come up with ways to get the damn device off my but it’s not use. We, well they, are going to have to get into the hydra base and grab something there.

Bucky’s been by my side without leaving unless he has to use the bathroom. And when he sleeps he stays down stairs with me since I let Sam bunk in my room since I can’t get up the stairs.

Everytime Bucky looked at me the past few days I just see how bad he feels like he’s looking at an injured baby deer.

Since Maria and Sam left to do some recon on the hydra base, Bucky brought me out to the back deck for us to sit and have our lunch at. Gramps was inside for his afternoon nap leaving us alone.

As I was trying to eat my sandwhich I caught Bucky looking at me. “You need to stop looking at me like that.” I spoke up.

“Like what?” he questioned.

“Like I’m some injured animal. I’m fine Buck.”

He huffed and put his sandwhich down, “Listen I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything sooner. If I did they would have shot you.”

I moved my hand so it’s sat ontop of his and I squeezed it, “Buck, I know. There’s nothing you could have done. And I’m not mad at you or Sam. Why would I be? We were out gunned and numbered. These things happen when we’re us.” I smile at him.

He looked up and smiled softly back, “Your nose just looks like it hurts so bad.”

I giggled softly since if I full on laugh ill cry from the pain, “It only hurts when I laugh or touch it. Looks a lot worse than it feels. Been a long time since I’v healed normally. If I ever had.”

He got up and leaned close to my face where I can feel his breath on my lips, “You promise it doesn’t hurt when I kiss you?” he whispered.

“I promise.” I whispered back. He leaned closer and gave me the softest kiss to my lips. Afraid to break glass. He pulled away slowly and smiled. Then before he sat down he kissed my head.

“I can’t wait to see that asshole and break his neck for doing this to you.” He angrily said as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“Man I wanted to be the one to snap it!” I joked back.

“Your not snapin’ anything until you can walk Sparky.” Sam’s voice spoke as him and Maria walked up the back yard.

I rolled my eyes as Bucky spoke up, “Anything suspicious?”

“Just a bunch of hydra guys. Definitely think they have some high tech stuff in there they are working on though. Tonight should be a good time to get in. Overheard they are moving supplies tonight so less men there.” Maria spoke up as she sat down at the table with us.

Sam grabbed an extra sandwich from the plate in the middle and sat down on the back deck steps since my leg was resting on the other chair.

“I don’t like the idea of you guys going in there without me. I can really help if you guys wait until I’m healed.”

“Sparky we would have to wait like 4 months for you to walk again.” Sam said with his mouth full.

“It won’t take that long!” I yelled, “Will it?” I then whispered to Maria.

She smiled softly, “No. Not really. But we will have you on our com’s they should reach back here. And we will have cam’s on so you can be our eye’s for us.”

I nodded my head, “Ya know come to think of it. I especially don’t like the fact that your all going for that stupid remote rather than going to stop them from moving supplies.”

“Going to stop them doing that is for another time. With more hands on deck.” Maria said as she looked at me.

Sam spoke up before he took another bite of his sandwich, “Besides I can’t stand cyborg over there bein’ all depressed lookin’ at you like that.”

Bucky shot Sam a look. Boy if looks could kill.

Gramps comes walking out of the back door and comes to stand behind my chair. “Why does Buck look angry? What’d Sam do this time?”

A few more hours go by and they start gearing up. Bucky comes over to me sitting up on the couch and sits down next to me. “Can you hook this up for me?” he holds out he body camera.

“Of course. Knowing you, you’d break it in half.” I let out a soft laugh as I grab it from him.

“Well I am over a hundred years old, these aren’t from my time sweetheart.” He laughs.

I started to laugh, “er ouch!” I yell as I put my hand up to my face.

Bucky reaches his hand out and gently puts it over mine, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you laugh.”

I peek an eye open and it looks like he broke something, “It’s fine Buck. It actually felt good to really laugh. It’s been a few days.”

He shook his head, “I can’t wait to get that remote to get that thing off you. I can’t stand seeing you not be able to be yourself.” He moves his hand so it gently cupping my cheek.

Flashback to a few days earlier Buckys POV

Sam and I got back to the van and started to drive it to a private airport to meet Maria with the chopper.

“Man I’m going to kill that fuckin guy.” I say aloud.

“Dude it’s goin’ to be alright. Let’s just focus on getting’ Sparky medical attention alright? Then you can kill him.” Sam said calmly as we pulled up to the chopper as it just landed.

Before the van even fully stopped I open the door and ran over. Maria was just opening the door to the back of the chopper and jumped out. “I called a Dr. I can trust and gave them Steve’s address. He’l be waiting for us there. Grab her and we need to put pressure on it!” she yelled.

I get up to the chopper and jump in the back to grab her. Oh god. I can feel my face go pale.

“Oh my god.” I heard Sam say as his footsteps come slower.

I leaned down as gently as I can and put my ear to her chest. Good she’s still breathing. I scoop my arms under her legs and behind her neck. God I hope I don’t hurt her. She slowly started to stir.

“ugghh.” She mumbled then hissed in pain.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. But I have to move you.” I whispered.

I gently lift her up and turn to step down. “We can’t fix ya up here we have to move. I’m going to do this as gently as possible.” I speak up.

I stepped off the chopper as she hissed in pain some more. “God I wish I could heal…” she whispered through gritted teeth.

I look down at her and she had her eyes squeezed shut. Maria came closer and had what looked like a needle in her hand. “Y/N this might sting for a second but will help with the pain.” She took the cap off and pinched the skin on her arm and injected it.

She hissed more from the sting. “What was that?” Sam asked.

“Morphine. It’ll help with the pain. Let’s go.” Maria said as she walked towards the van.

Sam followed then myself. He went over to the van and opened the back door for me and her. I got in and laid her down gently on the floor and sat there and put her head in my lap as Sam jumped in the back and grabbed a towel to put pressure on her leg.

“Looks like they shot above her knee cap. Thank god otherwise it would have been shattered.” Sam’s voice echoed through the van.

We started to leave the air strip and head for the road. With Marias driving we should be back at the house in no time.

I look down at her and push some of her hair behind her ear away from her face. I’v never felt so much pain in my chest before for someone else. Is this what it feels like? To be in love? I felt my eyes fill with tears. It felt weird being the first time in a long long time having them.i just can’t stand seeing her in pain. And there was nothing I could have done to help.

Her stirring brought me back from my thoughts.

“Yucky…is that you…” she mumbled.

I cupped her cheek and chuckled, “Yea it’s me. They gave you morphine for the pain.”

Her eyes were still shut and she gave a soft smile. “I can’t smell anything…”

“That’s because they broke your nose doll…” I whispered and grabbed something to hold to her nose to try to stop the little blood coming out.

She started to open and close her mouth like she was tasting something. “Is that why there a funny taste in my mouth Yucky?” she asked.

“Yea Yucky I that why?” Sam giggled out.

I glared at him. “Aw is that the little birdy talkin’?” she mumbled out. She’s starting to get more delirious and tired.

I laughed, “Yea that’s the little birdy doll. Why don’t you get some sleep?” I looked back down at her.

She opened up one eye and looked into mine, “Thank ya Yucky..I knew I loved you for a reason…you’ll….take care…of me…” she mumbled out while she closed her eye and I felt her body relax into a sleep.

Did she say she loved me?

Back to present day Y/N pov

I finished hooking up his body cam to him. “There all done Buck.”

“Thanks doll. Always takin’ care of me.” He winked at me.

I squinted at him, “As far as I know, it’s you taking care of me doll.” I winked back.

“Hey that’s my nickname for ya.” He laughed back.

He kissed the top of my head and got up and put his gun’s in holsters and knifes in his back.

Maria and Sam came in the room, Bucky turned to look at them, “You guys ready?”

They both nodded at him, “Be careful you guys. Please. I’ll let ya know if I see anything sketchy from the cameras at the warehouse. I’ll hack into those.”

“Thanks Sparky. Keep that couch warm for me eh?” Sam joked back.

I rolled my eyes as he came over and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Will do my little birdy.” I said as him and Maria walked into the kitchen to go out the back door.

“Little birdy?” Bucky whispered to himself. “You only called Sam that one other time. And you were doped up on morphine.”

“Yea I know. I remember. I wasn’t passed out yet.” I looked up at him.

“So uh what else do you remember?” he asked.

I felt my face get hot. Should I say it again? What if he doesn’t feel that way yet. I don’t want to scare him off. “Everything. Shouldn’t you be goin’ Sarg?” I asked him.

He smiled back, “Yea I should. Well if it’s any consolation, I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t love you too.” And with that he turned on his heel and went out the door before I could say anything back.

Gramps comes in from the kitchen with a try of two mugs of hot tea. “Well this is going to be a long night. Move over I want to watch to.”

I scooted over as much as I could and he sat down next to me and put the tea on the coffee table.

“Should you be in bed Gramps? It’s way past your bedtime.” I laughed.

“Hey. Just because I’m retired doesn’t mean I don’t want to watch. Makes me feel involved.” He said as he brought his mug up to his lips.

I grabbed a crutch and tried to itch the bottom of my right foot. I let out a huff in defeat. “Hey Gramps could you itch my foot. I can’t reach.”

He scrunched up his nose, “But…your feet smell sweety.”

This is going to be a long night.

#marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #endgame #marvel #steve rogers #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #sam wilson #bucky barnes x reader

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shyeehaw · 5 years

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Getting interrupted during a make out : Part 2

I’m back with a part 2, hope yall enjoy it <3

Request: Mind if I request John, Dutch, Hosea and Arthur for it?

John

The good thing about Shady Belle is that it has doors.

And John was eager to take great advantage of them.

Waiting on his room as you two had previously agreed, you couldn’t help but to fidget.

Was he tired of meeting you like this? Was it too soon to tell the others?

“Hey darlin, I’m sorry it took so long...”, he said coming closer to greet you, “I was helping Arthur and-“

You hummed in agreement, as your mouth was too busy to answer it.

“I was waiting for this the whole day...”, you said as you pulled John to the bed with you.

“Is that so?”

His body felt hot against yours, intertwining your legs with his got John hungrier, bolder.

As he kissed your neck you quietly giggled, with his hand covering your mouth, a funny look on his face.

Meeting in the dark like this was fun and exciting, and you could feel tell John agreed.

But to the sound of the door opening, you jumped against the wall, hiding under the sheets.

“John, you seen my bow? I think I left here somewh-“

“Don’t come in!”, John warned, “it ain’t here.”

“Alright, but let me look for it and I-“

“Arthur, just get out of here!”, said John, getting up to close the door on Arthur’s confused face.

To the sound of his steps getting further, John joined you under the sheets, getting rid of his jeans to feel your skin against his.

But this time he had no time to stop Arthur from coming in.

“John, stop this nonsense I’m sure it’s in here and if you just let me... oh.”, Arthur stopped on his tracks, hand still on the door knob, “Y/N?”

Jumping out of bed, only wearing his trousers, John tried to kick Arthur out of the room.

But he wouldn’t budge, laughing his heart out as he watched the angry nearly naked man pushing him out.

“This ain’t funny! Get out of here.”

Being careful not to look on your direction and embarrass the two of you even further, Arthur made his way around John.

With a sarcastic look and his bow in hand, he closed the door, leaving you two in disbelief of what just happened

Dutch

News about a train and a lurking feeling of mutual attraction brought you there.

As you entered the tent you knew the last thing you two were going to talk about was that train.

Watching you like an animal who is about to attack its prey, Dutch came a little closer.

You wanted this so bad, and by the way he was grabbing his belt, you assumed he wanted too.

It all happened fast, considering that for months now you had been storing this inside you.

With his soft curls around your fingers, you had to take a moment and just rejoice on how good it felt to be there.

Memorizing each detail from Dutch’s intense gaze, you leaned forward to meet his lips.

And another time; and another.

Dutch was insatiable, lifting you up and not taking a moment to breath.

You were pretty sure you heard his deep voice turn into a moan, a sigh calling your name.

At this point he looked nothing like the ever spotless man you were used to seeing.

His hair was all messy, his shirt unbuttoned, it was quite the sight.

And it was quite the unexpected sight to an unsuspecting Arthur.

“Dutch!? I’m sorry...I saw nothing!”, said Arthur.

It was just when he said this that you two noticed his presence on the tent.

“What are you doing here, Arthur?”

“I, uh... you called me here? Remember?”

“I called you! But that was an hour ago! Now me and L/N are....” he cleared his throat looking at your messy state, “talking business.”

“It’s some business, alright.”, Arthur couldn’t help but to smile at little.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get out!”

Arthur turned around, you noticed his ears were a bit red.

“And son? Don’t ever barge into my tent again like that!”

Arthur looked at Dutch incredulous, it was he whom called him there. But alright, let him have his business, he guessed.

Hosea

It was a beautiful chilly day, and Hosea had many plans to it.

Gathering some fruits and a loaf of bread, he searched you around camp.

“My dear, what do you say we go fishing? Just you and me?”, he asked.

“I’m not that good at fishing, if I may say so.”, you confessed, “but I would love for you to teach me.”

With everything already packed on Silver Dollar, Hosea helped you up (like the gentleman he is!)

“Hosea? Is you two going fishing? Can me and Jack come along?”

John asked, scratching his head, embarrassed to be intruding, “Abigail won’t stop telling me to do something with that boy,”

Hosea looked at you before answering, “We... uh, why not? Come along, son.”

It would have been an awkward ride, if it wasn’t for Jack’s complaints about fishing.

Arriving at the spot, you noticed an old boat, the perfect getaway to still have your romantic afternoon.

Meeting your gaze, Hosea quickly followed your lead, “John, you stay here with the boy, me and Y/N will take the boat.”

“Fine by me”, John shrugged, “It will be fun, right Jack?”

The kid just nodded, clearly wishing to be elsewhere.

Stoping the boat right before where the waves break, far away from their eyes, you and Hosea finally had some time alone.

He shared a blanket with you, getting cozy under it.

You two longed for this, and what it started as a sweet kiss turned to a more heated one.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long”, Hosea said softly, running his thumb along your jawline.

Age is just a number, and Hosea is still filled with passion, his charm just got stronger as he grew older.

The tender caress was interrupted by Jack’s screams.

“Uncle Hosea! Come here!!”

With a sigh from the interruption, he turned around, not a moment of peace to the old man.

But looking at the sea, he was scared by what he saw.

Swimming as fast as he could, with you behind, Hosea was able to fetch John off the water , soaked as a fish.

“You are as dumb as you look, John Marston!”, he said, helping him up, “What were you thinking?”

“I was...” he coughed some water, “trying to get near, to tell you that the boat was too close. Me and the boy could see it all, old man!”

At first Hosea’s embarrassment shone through, but come ont! He deserves a break from as well!

“Well then, have the decency to look away, take the kid somewhere else! Play with him for once! But don’t go around drowning yourself!”

John was left there speechless as Hosea grabbed you by the hand, pole in the other.

“I’m sorry!”, Hosea said after getting in the boat, more to Jack than to John. He was way too old to be feeling guilty like a kid who was catch doing something wrong.

One way or another he would do something nice in that day!

Arthur

You shouldn’t be distracting Arthur when he is in guard duty, you are painfully aware of that.

But as you ate the hot stew in that freezing night, you couldn’t help but to feel bad for leaving him there alone, cold and hungry.

“Arthur? I brought you something!”, you said warning him it was you coming through those woods.

“Darlin, you shouldn’t have.”, he said smiling gladly at the steaming bowl.

“I thought you could use a hot meal... and some company?”, you got so close you could hear his heart racing a bit.

You two had too little time to spend together, so it was easy to convince Arthur to put his gun away for a moment or so.

“I probably shouldn’t...”, he said looking around, “but... to hell with it! Get over here.”

He asked that nicely, just a whisper in the night. Feeling his warmth you melted in his arms.

Arthur grabbed you by the hips, kissing you as this was the only thing he thought in the last few hours.

Leaning you against a tree, he pressed himself against you, one kiss more heated than the other.

Until the two of you heard a noise. Not very far from where you two were wrapped up against each other.

“What the hell is goin on there? Arthur, is you alright?”

With a burning glow from John’s lantern, you looked away, trying to hide your face.

“Oh so that’s what’s going on here!”, John was as shocked as the two of you were.

“Goddamnit Marston! What... what are you doing here?”, Arthur’s face was blushing, and so was yours.

“I was hearin some noises, maybe some feller was trying to kill you...”, John was now laughing, “but you seem fine to me.”

As John walked away filling the air around you with a debauched laugh, Arthur followed him.

“John! Get back here! I mean it! Don’t go telling on Dutch!”

You could bet if that happened when they were teenagers, the reaction would be the same.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #dutch van der linde #dutch X reader #dutch van der linde x reader #hosea matthews #hosea x reader #john marston #john marston x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 requests #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 hc #writing requests <3

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iamknicole · 5 years

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House Party

Bloodline Family Series

Parties were pretty much an every weekend thing for Eli, Koda and Milo. Sometimes during the week too. But they never had their own. For almost a month, the cousins planned their party. Trinity and Jimmy were going to be out of town about an hour away, all their siblings were going to be with Grandpa King and Nana. Koda and Milo weren't sure where their parents would be but they knew they'd take the alone time.

"You're really gonna use Auntie Trin's glass punch bowl? Didn't we buy one from the store?" Milo asked walking into the kitchen.

Eli shrugged. "It was cracked. This is good, she never uses it anyway."

Milo shrugged emptying the snacks into the other party bowls they'd brought. Koda was lining sodas up on the counter.

"I found the beer your dad hid in the garage," Koda laughed.

"Cool, he won't even realize they're gone. Is ya friend still gonna dj, Lo?"

Milo nodded going to throw his trash away.

"Yeah, he should be here in a few. Did you remember to lock the doors upstairs?"

"Ummm, yeah, I think I did. I'll check in a few."

The furniture was moved out of the way, the dj was set up, snacks and drinks were out and the boys were dressed. Fortunately for them, their parents had actually called them to check on them so they didn't have to worry about that being a problem.

A couple hours later, Eli's house and backyard was full of people, classmates, friends from other schools and a lot of people they didn't know. They were enjoying themselves much more since it was their party.

While his cousins danced Koda was by the dj area, taking pictures and videos of them. The more Milo danced the harder he laughed. Going over to them he joined in on their vibe, it was contagious.

Eli continued to dance and looked around the party feeling eyes on him. When he caught the eyes of the girl watching him, he smiled then tapped his cousins.

"I'll be back, I think i spotted my situation for tonight," Eli said staring at the girl.

Koda laughed, "Handle your business, cuz."

"Hoe ass boy," Milo joked.

After slapping hands with his cousins, Eli crossed the party to get to his girl. He snuck up behind her putting his hands on her hips.

"What's up, beautiful? I don't think we've met." He whispered in her ear.

The girl turned around and smiled at him. "We haven't but I know who you are."

"Is that right?" Eli smirked.

"That's right, Eli. I'm Suzy. Now that we're acquainted I wanna see if what I heard is true."

Licking his lips, Eli looked around the room for a moment them back down at Suzy. "Damn you don't waste time but if that's what you want. Follow me."

Milo hit Koda's arm and pointed to Eli, who was climbing the stairs with Suzy behind him. Koda watched them, he couldn't help but laugh.

"That's your hoe ass cousin, Lo." Koda joked.

While the cousins enjoyed their party, Trinity was waiting on the hotel bed for Jimmy to get out of his shower after their date. They decided to take a two day trip to Tampa just because. Trinity checked her texts, her emails then the vivint app. It kept sending her notifications from the doorbell camera. She had been ignoring it figuring Eli and his cousins were going somewhere but it was over 50 plus notifications.

As she looked through the stills from the camera her anger boiled over. She knew these boys were into doing some bad shit but to have a party was something new.

Jimmy came from the bathroom immediately noticing his wife's frown.

"Damn, did I take too long?" He asked jokingly.

"I think," she paused taking a deep breath, "No. Your son and his cousins are having a party."

Jimmy sat on the bed beside her laughing, "They always go to parties. No big deal."

Dropping her phone in her lap, Trinity turned to look at her husband. "No, fool. Your son and his cousins are having a party in our house."

"The hell you mean he having a party? In my house? I known you playin."

Trinity tossed her phone to him, "Look at the pictures. All those kids going in our house with bottles and shit. What does that look like to you?"

Taking the phone, Jimmy looked through the stills his jaw clenching after every picture. He gave her the phone back then went to put his clothes and shoes on.

"Get dressed and packed, we goin back. Ima kill his ass and his damn cousins too," he huffed loudly.

Once the couple got on the road, they called the other two couples to let them know what their kids were up to. They were going to wait for Trinity and Jimmy to get back in town before going to confront their kids.

Meeting up two houses down, the parents stood together fussing about their children. They could hear the loud ass music from where they were standing and it only pissed them off more. Meanwhile inside the house, Eli was still upstairs, Koda was dancing with Parker and Milo in the backyard with Aunni and their other friends.

"Okay, I'm over waiting. Can we go snatch these lil bad asses up or what?" Apryl complained.

"I'm sayin," Kandice agreed, "That lil slow ass boy is gon wish he took his ass to that farm when I'm done."

The men followed their wives to the house and inside, Apryl was in front pushing the teenagers out of her way, Trinity and Jandoce glaring at any of them who looked like they wanted to say something back.

One of the girls stopped dancing and smiled at the parents. "Mrs, Reigns," she screamed over the music. "I didnt know you guys were coming!"

"Girl, get out my way," Kandice demanded pushing the girl out the way.

Jey saw where the DJ was and headed over to him. Roman spotted Koda while Jimmy looked around for Eli and found him leaving against the banister on the second floor talking to a girl. Apryl eyed the party goers, Kandice and Trinity went to the kitchen.

Roman grabbed Koda by the back of his shirt, yanking him away from Parker. Koda snatched away prepared to fight whoever it was, his face softened realizing it was his father.

"Fuck," Koda mumbled not taking his eyes off Roman.

Jey slammed the laptop the DJ was using closed and glared at the young boy daring him to say something. When the music stopped everyone looked to set what the problem was except Koda, he didn't move. Noticing the issue, Eli started to descend the stairs stopping in the middle when he saw Jimmy staring at him.

The teenagers started to complain about their being no music which angered the parents especially Apryl, who still hadn't found her son.

"Shut up! Where is Adrian?" Apryl yelled. They. stood dumbfounded staring at her making her suck her teeth. "Where the hell is Milo?"

Again, nothing.

Apryl nodded, "Oh so nobody knows where his light bright ass is? That's fine, so since no one knows I guess I'll start beating ass till someone talks."

About ten of the kids blurted out that he was outside prompting Jey to head that way. Jimmy and Roman continued to stare at their sons.

"Get yall asses out now and off anything is missin out of this house, I'll visit each of you personally until I find it." Apryl threatened loudly.

Kandice came out of the kitchen to stand beside her cousin. "Leave, now!"

The teens rushed out of the house as quickly as they could, trying to avoid getting too close to the parents. Eli tried to scoot pass his dad but Jimmy stepped on front of him. The ones in the backyard were long gone when they saw Jey. A few minutes later after the house was clear, Jey came walking back in the house with Milo behind him.

Trinity rushed out of the kitchen towards her son and snapped the back of his head making him flinch. "Not only did you have a damn party but you used my good dish! And one of your lil friend broke it!"

Eli moved back from her with his hands up. "My bad, I ain't think it would get broken."

Sliding her sandal off, Trinity started to hit her son with it, gushing with each hit. "These bad ass kids in my house tearing my damn house up."

Koda took a step back, Roman took a step forward. Koda did it again and Roman followed.

"Boy, if you take one more step away from your daddy it better be to run," Kandice spat.

"Why the hell would you participate in this, Adrian? You know my elevator don't go all the way up and neither does your daddy's." Apryl said moving closer to her frightened son. "Look at this mess, Adrian. Trash everywhere, shit is broken and is that beer and weed I smell on you?"

"No!" All three boys answered.

"We had a beer or two but we wasn't smoking, Auntie," Eli spoke up.

"Shut. Up." Trinity said through gritted teeth. "She wasn't talking to you."

Jimmy folded his arms across his chest, "How the he would you know what they did? You had your ass upstairs laid up with somebody daughter."

"Whose idea was this party?" Kandice asked.

"Who was it?" Roman barked.

The boys jumped and all three started to talk away the same time.

"Okay, okay, okay," Kandice yelled. "One at a time."

"Me and Koda," Eli said looking down.

"No," Apryl said shaking her head, "No, it wasn't. Try that again. Who?"

Koda nodded scratching his arm. "It was us, Auntie. It was me and Eli."

"Stop that lyin, Makai," Kandice warned in a low voice.

"I'm not lying," Koda stressed.

Roman eyed his son, "Do you really wanna piss me off more than I already am, Koda? Is that what you really wanna do?"

"N-no, sir. But I," Koda stuttered.

"It wasn't your idea or Eli's," Jey added. "It was Milo. Wasn't it, Milo?"

"Yes, sir." He mumbled quietly.

Apryl laughed to herself. "Its almost 3 in the morning and we're tired. We're gonna go upstairs and go to bed. You three stay down here, we'll finish this in the morning."

Eli raised his hand a bit, "But my room is up there."

"Not tonight it isn't," Trinity said smartly.

"Why are we stayin down here," Koda asked quickly.

"Cause you're gonna clean this house up before we get up. Don't even think about napping or going to sleep before this house is spotless," Kandice warned looked at all three boys.

Koda sucked his teeth and quickly regretted it, feeling his father chop his chest.

"Don't try me, Koda. You know better," Roman told him.

The parents went upstairs leaving their kids without a second glance. The boys didn't move right away until they heard the bedroom doors slam. They knew they going to have a long night and day.

#bloodline family series #Roman & Kandice #Jey & Apryl #Jimmy & Trinity #Eli #Koda #Milo

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camp-half-mess · 5 years

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My jolly sailor bold

I was talking with mod David and we just drifted in AU territory (this frightening land we keep turning into angst) and we talked about Danae as a merfolk/mermaid and Elvaid a sailor, strictly for the aesthetic of an underwater kiss.

Now, anyone that knows me also knows that I love to write. So... I wrote something. Sad. Blame it on him.

So... enjoy the sad fest of this AU with Elvaid as a mariner and Danae as a mermaid yalls

-A

Under the cut because long af

Also? The song I used as an inspo and added in???

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“Dad… what’s a mermaid?” “A mermaid?” “Yes, a mermaid.” “Well… A mermaid is like… a very pretty sea lady.” “A very pretty sea lady?” “Yes, with a fish tail and gills. They live underwater, in the deepest depths of the ocean. They have the most beautiful singing voice you could imagine.” “Better than Mama’s?” “Even better than hers…A mermaid’s voice is just… magical… Just like their kiss.” “Their kiss?” “Yeah, according to legends, they can make you breath underwater… They say the sailors that kissed mermaids went deep undersea with them and never came back.” “Dad...” “Yes Elvaid?” “Did you ever see one?” “No, but sometimes I could swear I almost did.” “... One day, I’ll see a mermaid and kiss her... ... ... ... One day…”

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Upon one summer’s morning

The sky, darkened by clouds, thundering high above their heads. The waves, immense, gigantic, violently crashing on the deck. The captain, shouting angrily, barking orders to his crewmen as they were running around, attempting to ready the ship for the incoming storm.

I carefully did stray

“Ro’Leah! Pull the fishnet up! Quick!”

And the young sailor pulled and pulled and pulled and pulled the strangely heavy net outside of the water and up on the deck. It seemed to him as if the trawl was fighting back, resisting his pulling up. Was it because of the increasingly violent waves pushing the ship around as if it was nothing more than an empty shell or because of the few fishes they had captured in the few hours since they had put the net in the water?

Down by the Walls of Wapping

As he kept pulling the net up, Elvaid could have sworn he heard a woman scream helplessly in the middle of the hubbub caused by the storm preparations. After what seemed like agonising seconds to his burning arms, pained from all the pulling, he finally hauled the net on the ship for good, emptying it’s content on the deck, fishes flapping helplessly as they started suffocating.

But there was something bigger, heavier.

Flailing around in panic, in the middle of the fish pile, a young fish-tailed woman was giving frightened glances around her, attempting to jump back in the water.

Where I met my sailor gay

“C-CAPT’N! CAPT’N THERE’S-” “THERE’S WHAT, RO’LEAH?!” “A-”

Elvaid couldn’t finish his sentence, her terrified sea green eyes had locked with his, killing every sound he could have make before it even left his throat. In that moment, the sailor knew, he just knew he had fallen in love.

As the entranced young man took a step towards the bewitching creature, one of his crewmates pulled him back as the other’s threw another net on her, trapping her on the deck. She hissed and trashed around, baring her sharp teeth as she tried to defend herself to no avail. One of the mariners kicked her face before she got to sing, effectively knocking her out in a last scream that shook Elvaid to his very core.

As soon as she had collapsed, the captain ordered him to carry her below decks and as he lifted her unconscious form, the Scot felt a tear roll down his cheek.

Conversing with a young lass

“Oi, you need to eat somethin’...” he pushed the dish towards her chained form.

Eyeing him silently, she pushed it back for the umpteenth time since he had first brought it to her. In between her refusals to drink, be bathed or eat, the mermaid was slowly withering away; perhaps it was because the captain had stated he wished to sell her away?

Who seem’d to be in pain

“Com’ on… you’re goin’ to die if ya don’t…”

The mermaid looked away, “doesn’t matter.”

Elvaid’s eyes lit up.

“So you actually can talk!”

The mermaid glared at him, quieting down again.

“... You know, you’re voice is really pre’ty.”

No reply.

“When I was a kid, my dad used to tel’ me sto’ies about mermaids.”

No reply.

Saying, Elvaid, when you go

The girl was eyeing him with some sort of curiosity, her painfully dry tail glistening in the lamp’s light. She tilted her head, observing his every moves.

“He said that mermaid’s voices were the pre’tiest… He didn’t lie.” “You do know I could kill you with it, right?” “If it means I could hear you sing, I wouldn’t min’.” “... You’re weird…” “Actually, Elvaid’s my name,” he grinned, pushing the dish to her again, “but you can call me wei’d all you want.”

I fear you’ll ne’er return again

“... Danae.” She mumbled, finally taking the dish.

His grin widened. “Tis a pleasure.”

And from that moment on, Elvaid was tasked with keeping Danae alive, feeding her, bathing her, keeping her company when no one else would dare to, and for him, and him only, she’d sing each night. And for him and him only, she’d chase his worse nightmares away, granting him a peaceful sleep for the first time in forever.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

“Angelfiiiiiish…” he whined, “how’s it to live und’r wat’r?” “Mmm… boring. Most of it is actually really empty.” She gently stroke his hair as he set his head on her laps. “Will you take me there one day?” “Pff… you wish.” “I do…. b’c’use that’ll mean I get to kiss you.”

I disdain all glittering gold

“We’ll be in port in two days, we’ll finally be able to see the creature. Get her ready.” “...”

There is nothing can console me

“N-No! They’re going to kill me!” She sobbed, curling up on the floor.

Elvaid extended a hand to grip her shoulder but all she did was hiss, pushing herself away from him.

“I-I’m sorry…”

But my jolly sailor bold

Elvaid entered her room in the middle of the night, quickly unchaining her using the key he had stolen. Danae gave him a confused look.

“I’m gettin’ you out.” “They’re going to kill you.” “Don’t care.”

He gently lifted the mermaid from the floor, hauling her up. “Let’s go.”

His hair it hangs in ringlets

The small boat was silent as he rowed them away to a safer place for her to leave.

“Here. We should be far ‘nough.” “...”

Danae didn’t move, looking at him with a mix of worry and sadness. He pushed a strand of her dark hair away.

“Com’ on Angelfish… You gotta go…”

His eyes as green as jade

“They’re going to kill you…” she repeated, tearing up. “I’ll be alrigh’... don’t worry.”

She shifted closer to him, pressing her forehead against him.

My happiness attend him

“No-”

Before she objected more, Elvaid pressed his lips against her, using this as a distraction to push her down in the water.

Wherever he may go

“Tha gaol agam ort.”

From Tower Hill to Blackwall

They found him drifting away the next day.

Beated him up. Chained him up. Locked him in the depths of the ship. Deprived him of light. Of water. Of food.

I’ll wander, weep and moan

Each night, he curled himself on the cell’s floor, crying softly, trying to sing himself to sleep, only to wake up, tortured by nightmares, calling her name. And the following day, they beated him until he fainted, pulled his nails out one by one, whipped him to unconsciousness, broke all of his bones, burnt him, blinded him.

But each time, instead of screaming, he would utter the same song she used to sing him.

All for my jolly sailor

“Ballast him and throw him over. He’s useless.”

Until he sails home

Elvaid didn’t react when his captain gave his final verdict. They grabbed him by his broken arms, owning a wince from him, before dragging him outside on the first deck.

“My heart is pierced by Cupid.”

They tied him up.

“I disdain all glitterin’ gold.”

They filled nets with rocks.

“There is nothin’ can console me.”

They tied the nets to his ankles.

“But my jolly mermaid bold.”

He sank like a rock.

Water filled his lungs, burning its way down, killing him from the inside.

Elvaid could feel life slowly leave his body as he sank deeper and deeper in the cold, darkened waters.

A form approached him.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

Someone untied him.

I disdain all glitterin’ gold

He kept sinking.

There is nothin’ can console me

She pressed her warm lips against his.

Elvaid took a breath of water.

But my jolly sailor bold

#writing #a writes #au #au writing #mermaid au #pirate au #danae #danae jackson #elvaid #elvaid ro'leah #mermaid #sailor #love #angst #sad #tbh i might or might not have cried #oc #oc writing #a

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wilhelmjfink · 5 years

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The Great Divide - Chapter 3

Summary: Daryl had told Riley a hundred times: people are not to be trusted and one day she’d run into the wrong person and learn pretty quickly that her confidence in strangers would get her into a lot of trouble. They both knew he was right. He was just trying to teach her before it was too late for her to learn.

Warnings: i’m not going to warn yall anymore there will be swearing in every single chapter and if you don’t like it what the fuck are you even doing here??

A/N: this one’s a little sad :-[

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“Jesus Christ, I’m so glad you’re okay...” Riley’s words broke as she choked back a sob, leaning forward onto the bed that Daryl rested on, trying to avoid touching him at all for fear of hurting him further. “I don’t even know what I...”

“Hey,” he interrupted her despite his own voice still weak from a combination of yelling in pain followed by a long period of underuse as he just lay unconscious for the night. Riley had sat outside the door all fucking night while Hershel worked away at him, stitching and cleaning him up, tending to the many wounds he’d accumulated on his trip in search of Sophia, and even after. All night she’d waited for the archer to wake up because was so fucking worried. “Stop it. Don’ need to think about that, alright?”

She nodded and sniffled, avoiding his gaze with flushed cheeks. She’d realized something in the long hours of the night while she waited for his eyes to open bak up: if she was harboring any doubt about how she’d felt about him before, she was sure it’d been made very clear to everybody, including herself. She wasn’t sure if Hershel had told Daryl about her lunging at Andrea, fists, tears and curses flying sporadically until somebody managed to pull her off of her.

She didn’t even know why. She had no clue what exactly had come over her at that moment, but there was no more denying her feelings anymore.

And he would doubt it until the day he died, though; hell, she could look him in the eyes and say it flat out, point blank, and he still wouldn’t believe her. Maybe she would do that some day, and maybe he would believe her when she did.

But for now, he was fine with the relationship they had, hesitant for it to develop into anything more and ruin it. He gingerly reached out toward her, cupping her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him with red-rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks and smiled weakly at her, the confidence to do so completely new and unfamiliar to him. “Cheer up, sunshine. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

Riley could remember smiling then as she laid her head down gently on his chest and the feeling it brought her when he hesitantly brought his hand up and placing it on the back of her head. That was the first time he’d ever called her that stupid nickname, but it grew on her very quickly.

“You kinda have a habit’a runnin’ right into danger, Ri.”

She looked up at Daryl as he crouched overtop of her, dressing the new wound on her ankle for her. She winced as as he tightened the ace bandage around it.

“Too tight?”

“No,” she bit the words out through gritted teeth, trying her best not to show her pain and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. They both knew he was — but she was far too stubborn to let it show. It was an honest mistake, and she had no way to see the broken metal protruding from the ground where an old chain link fence used to stand. Anybody could’ve tripped over it and sliced their shin open through their jeans. “And for the the record, Dixon, trouble has a way of running right into me, thank you very much.”

He snorted in response, pinning the bandage securely in place before leaning back to observe her. “You good to walk?”

“Yeah, I’ll make it.” She pushed herself up to prove it, using a nearby tree as a crutch. He watched her skeptically, fighting a smirk when she hobbled just a step before her knee buckling under her weight and sent her tumbling back down to the ground. “Ugh, just leave me here. Go on without me.”

So he bent down, scooping her up bridal style even as she protested tiredly. “Shuddup,” he told her, “we’re almost home.”

She smiled again, though unintentionally, at the feeling his radiantly blue eyes and slight smile brought her. Her fingers scratched at the top of her bed longingly, before she was torn from her unconscious at the realization that whatever she was lying on was not her bed but rather some hard, cold surface that was unfamiliar and unwelcoming. She shifted uncomfortably, dull aches and pains taking over in waves, her head throbbing with every beat of her heart.

“Ho-o-o-me?”

Daryl chuckled quietly at her delirium as her head lolled to one side tiredly on his lap, her dazed eyes trying to blink away the sleep. He could see Alexandria approaching in the distance through the windshield, rising over the dark horizon.

“Yea, sunshine, we’re almost home. Go back ta sleep.”

“Alright, sunshine, up n’ at ‘em!”

The foreign voice instantly tore her from the safety of her dreams and she knew immediately it wasn’t Daryl, despite the nickname she’d grown so fond of being spat at her. It was definitely not him, and she was not home.

“Please, I need help. My daughter is starving, just.... please help us.”

Riley stared at the stranger, her greasy black hair falling in front of her hollow eyes. Her prominent cheek bones and protruding collar bones said she wasn’t lying -- what could her daughter possibly look like?

Torn, Riley looked to the dead rabbit she clutched in her right hand and then to her pistol in her left. The woman was filthy, frail, helpless and obviously scared. She seemed young, so there was no telling how little her daughter was. Did she give up her only kill for the day, or continue back to her meeting spot with Daryl to head home? She knew the guilt would weigh heavily on her if she did the latter.

So with a sigh, she stepped up toward the lady who flinched at the sudden movement. “Do you know how to skin a rabbit?”

She was met with wide eyes and a subtle shake of her head.

“I’ll show you. Where’s your daughter?”

The stranger had wept the entire ten minute trek as she led Riley to her camp, which turned out to be a small campfire next to one dirty sleeping bag with a little tent to the side. There was a garbage bag and one milk crate full of empty water bottles and Riley briefly wondered how they’d made it this long in these conditions.

But she also noticed that there was no little girl but then thought she might be in the tent as the lady made her way toward it quickly.

“Here, Maya,” she said quietly, reaching for the zipper on the flap. “The nice lady is going to feed you. See? Mommy told you she would take care of you.”

Riley gasped as a walker shot out of the tent, stumbling and falling from the rope around its feet that was tied to a cinder block inside the tent.

And before she knew it, she was thrown to the ground, the rabbit and her gun flying from her reach.

The dirty, emaciated woman wrapped her boney fingers around Riley’s neck, sobbing and babbling unintelligibly, managing to hold her down despite weighing maybe one hundred pounds soaking wet. Riley’s right hand fumbled blindly at her side for her gun with no success.

“I’m sorry!” The stranger cried. “I’m sorry! She’s so hungry. I’m a failure! I’m a failure!”

Struggling still as she ignored the black dots that littered her vision, she was driven by the snarls of what used to be a little girl chained up next to her, her the decayed flesh on her hands outstretched and tangled in Riley’s hair.

“I’m sorry.... I’m sorry... I’m — “

The lady stilled, words lodging in her throat, the grip she had on Riley’s neck releasing allowing her to gasp in the oxygen she’d been striving for. The deadweight on top of her still held her prisoner like a heavy blanket where she lay in the dirt, and suddenly the growls beside her were silenced as well, and then everything was still.

Riley strained to look around the corpse on top of her, panic rising rapidly, before she noticed the arrow protruding from the lady’s skull.

She exhaled a deep sigh of relief as the weight was torn from on top of her, a familiar voice grunting as it hoisted the body from its place on her and discarded to the side. But the moment of comfort didn’t last before her hero stepped up and she could feel the anger in his words.

“What the hell’s the matter with ya?” Daryl chastised her, rage glowing in his eyes as he yanked her to her feet. “Ya can’t jus’ fuckin’ run off, girl! Do I really have to tell ya every fuckin’ time? You gotta fuckin’ death wish or somethin’?”

He continued as his hands ghosted her body desperately in search of bites or scratches, his anger obviously stemming from worry. Riley knew that much by now, so she focused on regulating her breathing and calming herself down. She was embarrassed and the adrenaline was still coursing through her veins.

“How many times do I have to tell ya to fuckin’ stay with me? Huh?” He got even angrier when she didn’t listen, didn’t look at him. “Hey!”

“I’m sorry,” she finally said, catching Daryl off guard as his hands fell to his sides. It wasn’t like her to cave so easily instead of snapping back at him, but she knew she had been wrong to take off after that stranger — very wrong. She had quite literally brushed with death and it was all because of her nativity. “You’re right.”

Daryl’s eyes bore into hers as she stood still, slowly bringing her hands up to rub the bruises already forming on her neck.

“I just thought... she seemed so...”

“I know,” Daryl sighed before retrieving his crossbow off the ground and, with his free hand, rubbing his face tiredly as he tried to simmer himself down. All of the anger had dissipated the second those words came out of her mouth. God, she could make him do anything in the world with just one word and one bat of those eyelashes. “I know ya mean well, Ri, but ya can’t just go runnin’ off alone to help everyone that asks. Ya can’t trust people like that no more. Ya know that.”

“I know.” She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him tightly, savoring the familiar feeling of security and warmth, the next words tumbling out of her mouth before she could even try and stop them. “I love you, Daryl.”

Riley was ripped from the hard surface she’d been laying on, suddenly submerged in the hot light that enveloped her in a warm, comforting hug before she forced her tired eyes open, ignoring her pounding head as it pleaded for her to remain in the quiet darkness.

It was still fuzzy; the world around her was bright and hazy and she didn’t know what was real anymore and what was fiction. She could hear voices, unintelligible and unfamiliar, and a loud metal grinding and clanging somewhere close, too.

Blinking several times to try and clear the fog did nothing — in fact, she soon began to realize that it wasn’t just inside of her head but all around her, the air thick with smoke and smog. It was so dense that she could see it; it turned the sky reddened above her dark and gloomy. The scene looked like some post apocalyptic industry-based utopia, the metallic clanging getting louder and louder before a train engine roared to life beside her.

Holy shit, she thought, I haven’t seen a working train in years. Am I dreaming?

Once again she was forcefully pulled to her feet before being shoved harshly until her feet stumbled in front of another before she could remember how to walk. It helped her senses return, slowly but surely, and she noticed her hands were bound together with thick, coarse rope.

Her mouth was too dry to speak, and her head was still pounding, the debilitating throb hitting with each beat from her pulse, blood and adrenaline pumping through her veins.

She couldn’t see the person shoving her but she could see several people around her, all of them dressed similarly in some sort of leather or metal armor, some knee pads and shoulder pads with spikes protruding from them, some with gas masks covering their faces, others with welding helmets, all of them wielding some sort of weapon. Assault rifles, shot guns, scythes, sickles, spiked flails, guillotine swords. They looked like characters from a horror movie. Riley was speechless, absolutely shocked at the sight. What was first confusion and possibly anger had quickly turned into crippling terror.

She was lost. She had no idea where she was and, the more she thought about it, no idea how she got there, either. She had gone to help that guy in the woods — what was his name? Warner. And he was freaking out because somebody had taken his wife, Laura. The dead body in the woods — it looked an awful lot like the crowd of people wandering around her. She’d stopped to get a close look at it and that’s the last thing she remembered.

“I know ya mean well, Ri, but ya can’t just go runnin’ off alone to help everyone that asks. Ya can’t trust people no more. Ya know that.”

No, Daryl, apparently she didn’t know that.

Trudging down a sidewalk littered with garbage shell casings and broken glass that crunched underneath her feet, the wheels began turning in her head as they drug her carelessly along. She knew a few things for sure: one, she was alone; two, she was far away from home; and three — though she didn’t know exactly how yet — she knew that she was in for a lot of trouble.

And she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that Daryl wouldn’t be able to save her this time.

uh oh.... anybody guess the video game yet? hehehe

thanks for reading ch. 4 will be out friday :-)

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likeadrug-ff · 6 years

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F O U R

L O N D Y N

After Loryns grand opening we waited for her to come back so we could go out and celebrate but this hoe never came home. So the girls and I went to bed while mama went back to work. Kaiden ended up sleeping over but left early to check on his brother.

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All this week I had my head in the books studying for my exams. It was definitely crunch time. I had just got done taking my exams and I felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I had a good feeling about my results so I called the girls after I got in the car. I leaned the seat back and got comfortable while waiting.

“Waddup bitch?” I could tell that was Leilani stupid ass. Laughing at her I said, “what yall doing tonight?”

“Wait. Can we make this a group face time?” I huffed and pulled the phone away from my ear. I clicked the face time option and seconds later their faces popped up. “Yall hoes aint doin shit.” I mumbled looking at them.

“Girl I just left the shop. Im relaxing so shut up.” Loryn replied. “Speaking of the shop, where you disappear to last week?” Waiting for her reply, she looked away smiling hard, im talking dimples hard. “Must've been with Ace huh? I seen him sneaking in.” Leilani blurted out.

“Girl,” Loryn smacked her teeth, “he came in there talking bout he had a gift for me in the car. I know yall seen me leaving with him. Anyway, we get in the car and this nigga hands me a duffel full of stacks.” My jaw dropped. “This bitch didnt say a stack. Her ass said full of stacks!” Lolani beat me to it. “Girl get out of my head!” I teased.

“This the good part here, he also got me this Pandora bracelet,” she lifted her arm to show us, “and a Cuban link chain. Then gon’ come out his mouth and say, dont get fucked up out here. Remember who ya man is.” We all screamed and gassed it up. “Oh shiiiiit sus! My sista got a man, my sista got a man!” The girls and I sung. The only thing Loryn could muster up was, “I guess so.”

After we all calmed down I repeated my question from earlier. They replied with basically saying nothing. “I just got done taking my exams, and I dont feel like going to work at that bargain store.” Leilani smacked her teeth. “They gon’ fire you yo.” I shrugged. “And I wont give a fuck. Anywho, lets go out tonight? Drinks on me cause I know I aced that shit!”

“Free drinks? Hell to da yeah!” Lolani snapped her fingers and started dancing. In high school I had this friend that made fake IDs. I asked him to make some for us and he did it with no problem. It had our pictures on it but he just changed the birthday. “Thats what Im talking bout. Well Im on my way home so get shit popping.” I hung up on them and cranked my baby up.

When I made it home and inside, the girls had Dreezy playing throughout the house. Mama was still at work of course. I went to my room and hopped in the shower before running the flat iron through my hair. “Let me use your foundation.” Loryn came in the bathroom looking through my cabinets. “Im almost running out now.” Shes been using my shit more than me. “I’ll get you some more.” She replied and walked out with the foundation in her hand.

“Are you ladies ready?” I glanced at the clock and seen it was hitting eight thirty. I had enough time to do my hair, a nice beat and get fly as fuck. I picked up my shoes and everything else I needed before turning the light out and heading in the living room. All my sisters looked good. Right when we were about to walk out mama walked in.

“And where in the hell are yall going?” She examined our outfits and shook her head. “Where the rest of yall clothes at?” I leaned all of my weight on one leg and sighed. “Ma c’mon now.” She kissed our foreheads and said, “please be safe and look out for each other.”

“Oh yeah, can we drive the Rubicon?” Loryn was fidgeting with her hands. Mama cocked her head to the side. “And who will be driving?” They snapped their heads in my direction saying, “Londyn.” She took the keys off the wall and held them to me. “Dont wreck it!” She yelled as we rushed out the house in excitement.

Stepping inside of the club, I drug them to the bar and ordered shots of Hennessy. “Lets get fucked up!” I asked the bartender for another round of shots and after downed them, we went to the dance floor. “Girl dont look now, but I think I see Kaiden.” My head snapped in the direction Loryn was looking in so fast. Now why would this bitch even tell me not to look?

Kaiden and I made eye contact and he gave me a good overlook. When he noticed how I was dressing he got up from the table, whispered something in his brothers ear, who I just noticed was here, and made his way to me. “Wassup ladies?” He greeted my sisters. “You single now or sumn?” I was beyond confused.

“I mean you dressed like you aint got no man so you must be.” I didnt see anything wrong with my outfit. I thought I looked good as fuck. “Fuck wrong witchu Londyn?” I jerked my head back. “Hey to you too, yeah my exams went well today.” I fired off sarcastically. His face softened. “Damn I forgot you had to take ya exams this week.” This nigga here.

“I already know ya smart ass passed that shit so congrats princess.” He lent down pressed his lips to mines. His hands made their way to my ass. “Lets go to the bathroom real quick.” I pushed him back a little and shook my head. “Pause. What are you doing here anyway?” I placed my hands on my hips only for Kaiden to slap them down.

“Working.” He responded nonchalantly shrugging. “With your brother here?” I could already see him catching an attitude. “We goin’ to the bathroom or what?” I rolled my eyes. “No nigga. Buy me a drink.” He pulled his pants up a little and grabbed onto my hips. Walking back to the bar I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Lolani and Karter was looking mighty comfortable, enjoying each others company and shit.

“You tryna be a love doctor I see.” I slid into the small space between him and the bar. I looked up at him as he ordered two Hennessy straights. “Whatchu talkin’ bout?” I gave him my best nigga please face. “Your brother and Lolani?”

Kaiden searched around for them then suddenly stopped. “Girl mind yo business. And for two, I aint even know yall was gon’ be here.” My sister is my business. “That girl is grown believe it or not,” he handed me my drink and I gladly took a sip, “she gon’ do what she wanna do regardless. She probably aint even gon’ give his ass a chance.”

“Why you think that?” He opened his mouth but closed it back shrugging. “Just a guess.” Mhm, you think you slick nigga. Ima just leave it alone until shes ready to tell me about Karter. Downing the rest of our drinks Kaiden wrapped his arms around my waist, swaying our bodies to the music. “I've been missing you like crazy.” He left trails of soft kisses on my neck. “Shit. I cant tell.” I fussed. “I haven't seen you this whole week.”

I poked my bottom lip out. I was really missing my man and only wanted to be under him while studying. “My fault baby. Ive been busy wit work and everythang. Niggas short on money nshit like that.” He sighed looking down at me. I applaud Kaiden for being about his money, I just wished he went about it another way. “You got all my attention.” We were in our own little world. Not giving a damn who seen us slobbering each other down at the bar.

L E I L A N I

Seems like I was the only bitch single out here and the dj had some nerve. Playing slow jams all night. Loryn, who was holding the keys in her purse, handed them over to me about an hour ago. This hoe was ditching us again for Ace. Said he had “plans” for them. Lolani and Londyn were in their own little worlds so I made me way outside and to the jeep.

“Where you been hiding at lil mama?” I knew that voice like the back of my hand. “I been here, just staying lowkey.” I could feel him burning a whole through the back of my head. “Oh yeeeeah, staying lowkey after you killed my child huh?” In a swift second I was facing him.

“Dont,” I held my hand up. “we would've ruined that kid and you know it. You was running around fucking mad hoes.” Jamal took a step towards me and I held my breath. “You aint so innocent LeiLei.” I loved when he called me that. “I never crossed you! Anything I did, was done after you. I know you think I was wrong for killing the baby but I did what was best for us.” I refused to cry. I did enough crying after I aborted my child.

That was something I had to do on my own; without my sisters. Without their comfort. My family was against abortion but I couldn't bring that child into this world knowing I couldn't raise it. “Are you happy without me?” Truth be told I couldn't answer that. “Ive changed LeiLei. And I know Ive said that many time but I mean it this time. Let me show you.” Jamal was never the type to beg.

I met him in middle school and from then we had this love hate relationship. But when it came time for high school we hooked up, and boy we were fucking like rabbits. Everyone thought we were dating so played along not knowing that it would end up serious. The same day I found out about being pregnant was the same day his fuck buddy came to me. Also the same day Jamal got arrested, for damn near killing her.

She wanted to be bold and let him know what she had done, and that was the reaction he gave her in return. “Lei?” He now had his hands on my waist. I missed his touch. I quickly backed up and handed him my phone. “Put your number in and I’ll hit you up. I gotta smoke on this shit.” Without hesitation he put his number in.

When I got my phone back I proceeded on my way. My leg felt like jelly and I was too geeked when I found the truck. I got in the backseat and immediately went for the weed and woods. I cant believe this nigga just popped his ass up on me. How? Why? After all this time you decided to just show up? Now? He just gotta be shitting me man.

It only took me five minuted to roll up and I sparked it with quickness after I was done. I sat in nothing but silence and a cloud full of smoke. Mama would kill me if she knew about me smoking in here but shit, oh well.

Lolani almost made me shit bricks when she knocked on the window. I unlocked the door and opened it. “Why you just aint use ya phone stupid?” I scolded. She shrug ans slid in beside me. “Why you aint getting lit?” I lifted the wood. “I am.” After snatching it from me she questioned,”I mean in there Lei.” She bent down to unzip her heels.

“Yall bitches left me and went after some dick. Loryn is with Ace, Londyn in there swallowing Kaiden tongue and you,” I looked over at her “well shit you here now.” She hit the wood a couple of times before passing it back to me. “Karter wont really bout shit ya know? It was like a one way conversation if you asked me.”

“You could've fooled me.” Smoke got caught in my throat and coughed hard as hell. “You sound like a man.” “Fuck you. But anyways you do know thats gonna be your brother in law?” I took another hit and passed it to her. “Kaiden and Londyn really fucking with each other. So I think you should just let that go sus.” I only wanted the best for my twin.

“Omari has a baby on the way.” “I just seen Jamal.” We blurted at the same time. Lolani quickly put the wood out and turned her body towards me. “Where has he been?” “Your guess is as good as mine. He just popped the fuck up. Scared a bitch too.” Be both shared a laugh. “Nah but listen, he went to jail for beating up a bitch he was cheating with and now he says that he changed. I missed him. A lot.”

I felt like venting so thats what I did. “It was like, during our relationship my whole world revolved around him. I did everything I could for him and it still wasn't enough. He just had to dip into something new.” I picked at my nails. “I ended up getting pregnant but aborted it.” A single tear fell from my eye. “Lei,”

“I never wanted to do it Lolani. I swear! I still think about how fucked up I was for killing an innocent child, but..” Lolani slid close to me and hugged me tight. “Who am I to judge Lei? Im your sister and Im far from innocent.” She kissed my forehead and sighed. “Fuck Jamal. You dont need him. Shit we dont need these niggas girl. You can always find someone better who will literally worship the ground you walk on. Trust me, I know.”

She continued comforting me until our phones chimed. It was Londyn letting us know that she was going on home with Kaiden. “Andrews?” Without saying a word we both jumped in the front. Might as well eat before we head home. “You better air this shit out.” Lolani reminded me.

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drakenology · 3 years

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I Hate Everything About You - Dabi

warnings: ANGST, smut, daddy kink, mentions of rape,violence, AND swearing (cause im a potty mouth)

author’s note: this lil story is inspired by my favorite song I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace. im a lil emo bitch ok? I recommend listening to the song to get a better perspective of how the emotions of the lyrics and the story goes hand in hand. the chorus goes like “I hate everything about you. why do i love you?” and I immediately thought of something angsty and raw to write. hope yall enjoy! this one might be a little long.

summary: You and Dabi have worked together as villians for as long as you can remember but you two don’t get along at all. is this truly hatred or is this repressed feelings coming to surface?

You hated heroism. You viewed it as weak and meaningless. When both of your parents were murdered by an anonymous killer and no one came to their rescue when they could very well have been saved, something dark took over your spirit. You snapped. At the tender age of 17, your parents did not receive justice for the act of violence committed against them. The police told you there “wasn’t enough evidence” and that the killer had most likely killed himself.

There were simply too many holes in the case for it to be solved. Obviously this infuriated you. So much in fact that you planned to blow up the entire police precinct.

And you did.

Now being on the run at only 17 you fell into a life of crime, committing yourself to being a villain who killed police officers off duty earning yourself the villain name “Cop Killer” from the authorities. Not to mention your very dangerous quirk called “Leech”. You were able drain anyone you gazed at of their blood, the gaze having to be completely focused on the person’s eyes. Once concentrated enough it becomes hard for the person to look away from you. To trigger your quirk, you have to say the word “leech” in order to essentially stop the flow of someone’s blood to their heart; their blood being extracted from their veins to yours. The blood only made your quirk stronger as you can now manipulate it and use it in combat. You had enough control to where you could take a little or take it all. The stolen blood was also good for increasing your stamina and speed for a short period, manifesting a weapon with the blood you stole and of course leeching the person of their blood entirely, instantly killing them. The murders you committed granted you the number one spot of Japan’s wanted list. You were also the youngest assasin in Japan at the time so you had to move around a lot. You spent your teenage years living in abandoned buildings and sketchy motels; robbing, stealing and of course murdering for survival.

The day you met the League of Villains was your 23rd birthday. As a treat to yourself, you had cornered one of the dirtiest cops you had ever encountered. He was a known sex trafficker, a thief as well as a disgusting rapist. You had him right where you wanted him; wearing a disguise to hide your true visage in order to avoid being recognized. You had pretended to be a love interest to the cop, sitting in the seedy hotel room he rented to have a little “privacy” with you.

“Oh baby, you don’t know what you do to me. I wanna see that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock. Get on your knees for me.” The police man said, the sleazy bastard unbuckling his belt. You nod, secretly being disgusted by this man. But you had to keep your cool. You got down on your knees and took his hard cock into your hands and pumped, looking him directly in the eyes as you did so.

“Yeah, baby. You’re so hot.” He groaned, keeping his eyes locked on yours almost instinctively as sweat collected on his brow.

“Thanks.. but your time’s up, you sick fuck.” you say, standing up on your feet. You straddle him, watching the cop’s eyes become terrified as he finally realizes who you really are.

“Leech.” You say as you watched your quirk take effect. The reaction was instant as he starts to gasp and grab at his heart, clinging onto his last minutes of life as he died on the hotel bed. You moan as his blood is transferred into yours, creating a dagger out of his blood. You slice his neck, licking whatever was left off of his cold throat. You laugh, searching his dead body to take whatever he had on his person; money, personal possessions and his gun. Just as you’re about to get up and leave you get the feeling that you aren’t alone. You turn and see none other than the villain you had seen all over local news.

Shigaraki.

He chuckles dryly, admiring your work at killing the cop underneath you.

“Well done, little girl.” He said, peering over your shoulder to get a good look at the mess you made of him. You go to ask how the hell he got into the room until you hear the sound of police sirens blaring outside.

“We have the entire hotel surrounded. There are Heros on the way to assist us. Surrender now or face the consequences.” You hear the cops say on a megaphone.

“Shit.” You mumble, quickly grabbing your things; planning your escape in your head.

“Listen, I’ve admired your work since your attack on that police station, Cop Killer.” Shigaraki said. “We could use someone like you in the League of Villains. My friend Kurogiri here can get us both out of here in one piece. But only with your consent of course.”

You think for a moment. You’d rather make a smooth escape than risk being arrested. So you agree.

“We’ll explain everything once we get back to base.” Kurogiri says, morphing himself through the cracks of the door.

Kurogiri takes both you and Shigaraki and consumed you both into his portals, leading you to the secret hide-out of the League of Villains. You look around, your vision a little hazy from being in the dark portal. You see a few other people standing in the lobby. A guy with a weird mask on with two sides on it eagerly introduced himself as Twice. You see a cute girl that looked a little young to be in a place like this.

“Toga Himiko. Nice to meet ya. Hey, you’re way prettier in person. The police drawing of you is really unflattering.” She says, waving at you. You smile meekly as you turn away to see this guy standing at the corner of the bar. He had burn scars all over his face and neck, dark hair and the most mysterious eyes you’ve ever seen. You met his gaze when you noticed him staring at you, sizing you up. You found his stare threatening and kind of alluring. You almost couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare at me for too long, Cop Killer. I know what those eyes can do.” He said sarcastically, not even caring to introduce himself. He felt familiar, like you’ve known him for a long time. You rolled your eyes and walked over to Shigaraki.

“Look, if you think just because you got me out of a tight spot that I’m just gonna beg to work for you, you’re wrong. I work alone.” You said, adjusting the top of your outfit.

“I know. But today that changes. You see, we’ve been watching you, Cop Kill-” He says, interrupted by your loud groan.

“My name is Y/N. Please just call me by my name. My mother didn’t name me Cop Killer.” You demand, folding your arms in protest.

“But that’s what you are, Y/N. Don’t be ashamed.” Shigaraki says, inching closer to you. “Look, the services of the League of Villains aren’t free. We helped you. Now you help us. You understand don’t you, Y/N?”

You sigh, wishing you had just leapt out of a nearby window back at the hotel instead of taking help from this creep.

“Fine.” You say, looking down at your shoes.

“Wonderful.” Shigaraki says, walking away from you. “Oh and one more thing. I hate back talkers.”

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A few months pass and you’re well acquainted with all the villains of the organization. You were all usually partnered up for missions; you always alternating between Toga and Dabi, who had finally told you his “name”. You grew to be pestered by Dabi. You’d much rather be paired up with Toga than Dabi any day since you and Dabi just could not get along, you both arguing like an old married couple at every mission. You couldn’t stand him. His cockiness, his elitist attitude, his aloofness. He hated you because of your attitude, you thinking you knew better than everyone else. He thought you were a spoiled brat who hasn’t done anything remarkable to even earn a spot in the League. To you, he was everything you despised about some men.

One night you were all playing a friendly game of Blackjack; which seemed to be a ritual between the members. Shigaraki didn’t bother playing but Kurogiri always seemed to watch.

“Ugh.. Fold. What do I have to do to get a decent fucking hand, huh?” Twice said, his two voices seeming to contrast in differing personality. You laugh, slamming down a perfect hand worth 21.

“I stand, bitches.” You say, winning yet another round.

“I’m bored.” Dabi says, standing up and leaving the table.

“Oh don’t be like that, Dabi. Come back!” Toga says, throwing her cards down. She sighs and stands up from the table. “Well, I guess that’s it. I’m goin to bed. Nighty night, Y/N. Twice.” Everyone went their separate ways. You walk into your room and change into something more comfortable and walk outside to get some air. To your dismay, Dabi was already standing outside in the same spot you liked to chill and think.

“Yo.” He says, referring to you. You roll your eyes and walk over to him.

“What?” You say, annoyed to the point where you just want to turn around and go back inside.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Cop Killer? Don’t like me?” He asks, inching closer to you to whisper in your ear. You stand still for a moment and lunge at him, grabbing his throat and pushing him against the wall.

“Stop fucking testing me.” You say sternly, looking him deeply in the eyes with the intention to kill.

“Careful, little girl. You might just turn me on.” He says, grabbing your arm and pushing you back. You freeze, stunned at the sudden harsh movement from the tall man in front of you. ”You’re 5′4′’, sweetheart. If I wanted to, I could end you without even using my quirk. You ‘oughta be nicer to me.”

You get angrier by the second, yelling and screaming about how much you hate him all while trying to take jabs at him, throwing punches at his face. Dabi dodges every swing, smirking at your abilities. He was impressed, but he’d never tell you that.

“Huh. Keep it up and you might actually hit me.” He teased, swinging back at you, landing right on your jaw. You stumble and collect yourself, charging towards him once more. You were certain you’d hit him, the blood from someone you’ve killed earlier that day increasing your speed.

“Fuck you.” You hiss, taking another swing at him and connect, landing right on his cheek. He smirks, wiping blood from his mouth. You get cocky and go for another punch only for him to dodge you. He grabbed your arm and twisted it, pinning you against the brick wall in front of him with your back facing him.

“When?” He asked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You hated that he could so easily overpower you, making you despise him even more. He releases you from his grip and stands close to you; you feeling the warmth of his skin radiating from his body.

“Listen. You hate me and quite frankly I can’t stand you either. But you don’t see me attacking you. Try it again and I won’t be so nice next time, little girl.” Dabi said, grabbing your face to daringly look into your poisonous eyes to mock your quirk. You focus, ready to end this asshole. Suddenly his lips crash into yours. At first, you’re disgusted and fucking pissed. But then you feel yourself start involuntarily melting into his kiss. So you kiss him back with no shame, all bitter feelings leaving your mind as the kiss gets more intense. You feel his hands groping and caressing your body, his hands exploring to stop at your neck; wrapping it around. You gasp, feeling yourself get hot.

“The first time I saw you, I thought you were the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. And then you spoke. And I couldn’t stand you. But I couldn’t shake this feeling of wanting to bend you over and punish you for your slick mouth. You need a good hard dicking to keep your mouth shut and I’m the one to give it to you. That’s what you want too, isn’t it?” He asked, starting to kiss your neck harshly. You moan, embarrassed at his words. He was right. You found him attractive as soon as you saw him but his attitude rubbed you the wrong way. But right here and now, you realize that you might have been hiding your true feelings behind a façade of hatred. You wanted him too and you couldn’t stand it.

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” He persists, biting into your neck. You mewl, shocked at how good he was making you feel. You almost couldn’t believe you were in this situation. It was confusing but formalities could come later. You wanted him now.

“Yes, Dabi. I wanted you to fuck me the first time I saw you.” You say quietly, feeling him reach under your shirt and bra to grab at your naked breast. You bit your lip, feeling slick pool between your legs as you fall victim to his touch.

“Get inside and go in my room. I expect you to have nothing on when I get there. Understood?” He demands, pinching your nipple lightly. You gasp, nodding at his request.

“Words. You’ve already made me angry with that stunt you pulled punching me in the face. I wouldn’t try me further.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling it to expose more of your neck. You moan, unable to control yourself suddenly. It’s like he knew exactly what to do to turn you on. Fucking asshole.

“Y-Yes, daddy- I-I mean Dabi.” You flush. Damn. You couldn’t believe you let that slip. He laughs, kissing your lips once more as he lets you go.

“Daddy works just fine.” Dabi says smirking, watching you stumble towards the door to go back inside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You knew you should just go into your own room but, God you wanted to see what he’d do to you for almost punching him. You wondered how rough he’d be, your panties soaking at the thought as you gulp and open his room door. You sat on his bed and took off your clothes, leaving your underwear on to tease him. Suddenly his door opens and it’s him. He looked you up and down, loving what he saw. But to his dismay you had on too many clothes still.

“I thought I told you to get naked, little girl.” Dabi said, pushing you onto his bed. He stood above you, running his fingers down your stomach and stopping at the waistband of your panties. You shudder at his cold fingers.

“You never said naked.” You tease, looking back at him. He frowns, shaking his head.

“Man, you just love pushing my buttons don’t you? You’re gonna regret teasing me so much.” He says, pulling your panties down roughly, holding them up to his face. He smirked at the wet spot he saw on them, throwing them onto the ground. “This is gonna be fun.”

You hiss as he slid one measly finger inside you while rubbing your bundle of nerves with his thumb, the single finger not being enough to satisfy your craving for that certain pleasurable stretch. Somehow though, Dabi was making you feel good with that one finger. You roll your hips for more friction only to have Dabi hold you down with his other hand.

“Stop squirming so much. It makes you look desperate, doll.” He teased earning a whine from you. As if to be a little forgiving he adds another finger, watching your face twist up in pleasure. You were visually trying to hide your moans, Dabi not liking that at all.

“Come on now. It’s no fun if you don’t scream for me. Let everyone here know how good I make you feel.” He said, halting his movements. You nod, moaning loudly as he adds a third finger. Any shame or embarrassment is gone as he worked you up to your first orgasm. You grab at his sheets, trying to move for more friction only to once more be overpowered by Dabi.

“You don’t listen too well do you? I said stop squirming. You’ll have your fill but good girls wait to cum. Understand? I expect you to address me correctly this time.” He says, grabbing your face to make you look at him. Something about knowing you could kill him with your eyes turned him on, because he knew he could keep you from doing so. All he had to do was please you, knowing you won’t be able to focus on anything but screaming his name let alone his eyes.

“Y-Yes daddy.” You mewl, your eyes rolling back as he pulled out one of your breasts, sucking on your nipple harshly. The sound of your moans was music to Dabi’s ears, the only thing he ever wanted to hear come out of your mouth. He cooed praises into your ear, telling you hot sexy you are and how et your pussy is just for him. He crawls on top of you, pulling his fingers out of you as you whine at the sudden loss. He kissed you, ripping your bra off. He sat up and stared at the gorgeous naked woman underneath him.

“You’re so hot when you’re not talking shit.” He says, playing with your boobs. He was unsure of where to start. He wanted to please every inch of your lovely curves, his eyes drinking in your hips up to your beautiful breasts. He nearly drooled at the sight of them, your nipples seeming to perk up when he looked at them. You stare back at the man on top of you, his scars almost complimenting his skin as you watched him take off his shirt. You bit your lip as you feel a nice sized bulge grind up against your dripping core. You didn’t even notice that his pants were off, drooling at the sight of his body overpowering yours. He grinded up against you, leaning in close to your ear.

“Ready to get fucked, sweetheart?” He asked, nibbling on your ear lobe.

“Yes, god, yes!” You gasp, feeling him take off his boxers. He positioned his dick at your entrance, tapping it against you to tease you. You moan, going to grab his cock and shove it inside you but you think twice, already in trouble with him. Dabi smirks, excited to break you as he shoved himself inside you and started to rut his hips into you. You moan sinfully at the sudden stretch, loving how he filled you. You feel him speed up, not even fully adjusted to his length as you clawed at his back for dear life.

“You’re takin me so well, doll.” He said, grabbing your neck to lightly choke you. Your eyes roll back as you reveal a sinful ahegao face while he pounds you senseless. You’re moaning his name and telling him how good he feels inside you, cussing and screaming into the air as you feel yourself coming close to cumming.

“C-Can I-?” You ask, unable to finish your sentence as you feel yourself clenching around him. Dabi is relentlessly prodding at your g-spot, causing you to see stars as he notices he’s hitting that special spot. He smirks and angles himself so that he’s repeatedly hitting that spot, watching you cover your mouth as you scream. He snatched your hand away from your mouth and pinned it above your head.

“Tell me you’re sorry for punching me, kitten.” He demands, harshly pinching your nipples. You shake your head no to tease him. “No? Must need more convincing, huh brat?” He pulls out of you, you letting out a pathetic sob at the loss. He roughly flips you on your stomach and plants a hard smack on your ass. You yelp, your pussy aggravated as it throbs at the feeling of pleasure. He yanks you towards him and shoves himself back inside you, you laying flat on your stomach. You kick and scream under him, feeling him so deep it blinds you.

“Oh my god, daddy!” You whine, shoving your face into your pillow as he assaults your g-spot.

“Say it.” He demands, landing another hard smack on your ass this one sure to leave a mark.

“I-I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry!” You scream, desperate for release.

“Good girl.” He hisses. Dabi grabs your hair and lifts your head off the pillow wanting to hear the last moans you can give before you cum.

“Go ‘head and cum for me. You’ve earned it.” He says. And just like that you clench around him hard, your orgasm washing over your body as you cum all over his dick. He rides out your orgasm, only to continue pounding you earning a sharp yelp from you as you throw your head into the pillow again.

“You didn’t think it was over did you? That’s cute.” He said, taking you further. At this point you’re overstimulated, the pleasure almost painful as he worked you to another orgasm.

“God, I love you!” You scream to his delight as you cum quicker than your mind can keep up.

“I love you too. Even though you’re fucking annoying.” He hisses, unable to hold himself back anymore. He cums hot inside you, grunting as he slaps your ass one last time before pulling himself out. You moan softly, breathing heavily as he cleaned you up. He kissed up your body, you unable to move from being completely fucked out of your mind.

“When you socked me, I knew you were a keeper.” He laughed.

“Shut up.” You say, smiling into your pillow.

“HEY, YOU TWO DONE IN THERE? YOU COULD HAVE WOKEN UP THE ENITRE CITY WITH ALL THAT RACKET!” Twice shouted through the walls, turning your face red with shame.

“SHUT UP AND MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!” Dabi yelled back, rubbing soft circles on your ass to soothe his harsh marks on both cheeks.

bitch i.. i’m sick.

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