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"YOU'LL LOVE ME IF I SAY YOU CAN" - Mortal Kombat Characters.

SUMMARY - Mortal Kombat Characters are Fuck Buddies with the Reader(Gender Neutral and Slightly a Villain) who is their ENEMY, In a Brief Moment of Clarity They Realize What They've Done....for the Millionth time

CHARACTERS - Shao Kahn, Johnny Cage, Scorpion, Sub-Zero, Noob Saibot, Jax, Kano, Baraka

WARNINGS - Minors Do Not Interact, Sexually Explicit Descriptions, Foul Language, Spousal Manipulation, What Could Be Considered as Phone Sex, Death Threats

𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔬 𝔨𝔞𝔥𝔫 -

➺ There he sat, on the side of his bed with but a thin white blanket across his lap covering his Manhood. Scratches alongside his back, across his arms, as if he's been clawed at by a wild animal.

➺ Half Moon fingernail prints on the side of his thighs, and bites along his neck. A spent cock between his thighs.

➺ Maybe it was the Sex, maybe it was seeing you walk into the Palace without a care in the world. Spitting on his concubines knowing you could play the great Shao Kahn for a fuckin fiddle. Yeah, it was the sex.

➺ It was the Romanticization of spearing his cock into the enemy that prevented him from taking your head and placing it on a pike. It was the way you fucked him, you fucked him, that made him want more. You were wild, fighting him, testing his restraint, or perhaps encouraging no restraint whatsoever.

➺ Only You. A "Pathetic" Earthrealmer who was a part of the Special Forces and Part Time Leader of a Secret Organization that wished to demolish Outworld. Could make him cum like you did. Not Sindel, not anyone, no one could force him to cum over and over like you.

➺ He was Outworlds Protector...wasn't he? Could he fool himself into believing crawling on top of you every night and fucking you till he could fuck no more, was in a way saving Outworld by possibly preventing the inevitable? No, he couldn't. He could only do as the bad guy does and pretend like this was part of the plan. Like he was the one using you.

➺ Even more so, as you stood up from the bed and began to clean yourself of the cum dripping down your legs and chest. Every time you stood up to leave he could see his handiwork. A fair share of bruises that he gave you from such animalistic sex. With his cum he marked you, with the bruise around your neck he claimed you, with that bite mark on your shoulder you were his. Damn anyone from his council who stood against it, damn anyone who found out. You were not his dirty secret you were his trophy.

➺ You looked fucked in such a delicious way of the term. When you put your clothes on and rearranged your appearance you all but smirked at him in the reflection of his mirror. Shao Kahn would never admit pain. He couldn't, he could never allow himself to be hurt not by you not by anyone. But every time you entered his lair, you hurt him with every kiss, it hurt him, broke him harder than any sword any scratch could ever.

➺ "See ya tomorrow." You said walking over to Shao Kahn and kissing his cheek. "Don't come back." Shao Kahn said not moving to kiss you, how many times had he said that very phrase? "I do what I want. If you don't want me coming back here to fuck you, then I'll come back here to take your throne."

➺ "I loved you....I love you....I'll kill to have you, I'll konquer the world to keep you."

𝔧𝔬𝔥𝔫𝔫𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔤𝔢 -

➺ Hollywood has always been known to do some sketchy shit but this took the cake. He had sex, or he was having sex or he's been having sex with the same asshole that wiped out half of the Special Forces and damn near killed his own Daughter.

➺ This is why Johnny is laying in this lousy motel room, in fuck knows where. Naked a cigarette hanging from his lips, shit he didn't even smoke! Laying in this bed his eyes subconsciously searching for a blanket to cover his Manhood but to no avail.

➺ Why you? How could you have this power over Johnny Cage? The man who was never that sensible but never in the right mind betrays his friends by sleeping with the enemy.

➺ Even if there were a blanket his mind was too busy forcing his eyes to look back at the doorway where you stood naked staring at your reflection and wiping his cum off your body before slowly getting dressed.

➺ sometimes Johnny wanted to know why he was even here, there wasn't even really a solid reason why every night he snuck around paparazzi, and lied to Cassie and everyone who ever cared for him about where he was going on every night.

➺ But every time he got an anonymous call on his cell and every time he answered and heard your beautiful voice, he would bite his lip, palm his cock through his pants and write down the address to the new hotel to meet at.

➺ All he knew was that when you push him against the door, kiss down his neck. When he grabs your hips. When you push him on the bed and ride him like you'd die tomorrow, was secretly what he lived for.

➺ You made him lose control, you made him bury his head in the pillows like a virgin who's never been fucked, and you made him howl so loud the people next door banged their fists against the wall.

➺ You leave the bathroom and stand next to Johnny, your hand trailing from his calf to his inner thigh, so terribly close to his spent cock that he was so close to being hard again "Buh-bye Johnny boy, I'll be seeing you." You teased. "When?" Johnny asked his head low in shame. Your hands squeezed his thigh, embedding your nails in the muscular flesh "Whenever I fuckin want to."

➺ "I need you....even if you can't be mine."

𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔦𝔬𝔫 -

➺ You were his wife's killer...well not exactly actually, you just helped Quan Chi. By selling out the whereabouts of his wife all for a pretty sack of gold which made you smile when Quan Chi handed it to you. You sat upon a hill, tossing the gold sack in your hand, watching the Shirai Ryu burn.

➺ You were supposed to be dead, as dead as his dead wife, he would have made sure of that. Scorpion would have bought front-row tickets to see you roasting in the Netherrealm, but that wasn't the case.

➺ Instead of watching life drain from your eyes, he watched you sit up on the Shikifuton, your lips swollen, your eyes weary and dark. Instead of seeing your skin burn by the Netherrealm flame, he watched your skin currently flush a light pink, you were nude, bare for him. And he was nude, bare for you.

➺ Every night he prayed that whatever elder god who cared for him would cover his dead wife's eyes so that when he joined her in the death, he would not have to experience Harumi's shameful gaze. So that his dead children would not turn their backs to their father.

➺ He wouldn't blame them if they did. How could he? He wouldn't feel so guilty if he had the strength to kill you. But to raise his hands to you would feel wrong....he would feel like he was hurting his lover. But you were not his lover so how could he feel guilty for killing you? There was no love when you entered his home every night.

➺ You did not come into his home to love or make love with him. You came to his home to fuck your brains out. To pin him down, to play with his cock till his cum coated his stomach. To engage in the dirtiest sex and do things Harumi dared not to.

➺ Even now as you stood up, your legs shaking ever so slightly, cum dripping down them, his cum. Every night after you had your fun, he wanted you on your stomach face buried in the pillows fucking you till he came in you more times than he could count. He fooled himself into believing if he did that he would have power over you, but he was wrong. His real purpose for doing that was to claim you as his, though that's what you let him think.

➺ How much lust could you get out of pleasure, before that lust and that pleasure turn to guilt and shame? How could he lie to himself and say that this was the way to gain power over you? Every time that he spilled his seed within you was a bitter deep betrayal to the Shirai Ryu.

➺ When you gave him a dissatisfied glance, not because you were displeased by his performance, as a matter of fact, he gets better at fucking you every night you come back, but dissatisfied because you could hear his thoughts. Not his thoughts about Harumi or his child, no you knew about that so fuck that noise, no you're talking about the thoughts he didn't want to admit the thoughts that made you annoyed "Bye." You said coldly, he hated that, he hated this, he hated you but he hated that blank tone most of all. He watched you leave not saying a word he couldn't bring himself to

➺ "I can change you into something that can be loved."

𝔰𝔲𝔟-𝔷𝔢𝔯𝔬

➺ You helped Quan Chi create his monster of a brother Noob Saibot. And something which isn't a secret not even now and not even then, was that your eyes now aimed to take the Lin Kuei

➺ Sub-Zero is the leader of this clan, he swore an oath to protect and serve the Lin Kuei, and should anything, anyone pose any kind of threat to the clan whatever that threat might be was to be exterminated. Unfortunately, he was the threat. Every time you decided to waltz into the Lin Kuei compound and were granted entrance you posed a threat. And every time you pulled him into your arms he became a threat. For his weakness for the pleasure you could provide put the Lin Keui in constant danger.

➺ He was so pathetic when he was in your arms. With every rough touch you set upon his body, came a guttural groan. You were feral to him. You were festering upon him like a flame. Burning him with every kiss.

➺ He was so....unused to this. A virgin when you first had him. He was unmarried and never married previously. Sex was never a thought in his mind and love came 5th in the Lin Kuei. In the Lin Kuei love was given to you by your parents, not a spouse or a lover.

➺ How could he allow something like this to go on, how could his weakness allow him to let the person who was partially responsible for turning his brother into a revenant take his virginity, and for the next few months allow you to continue this sexual relationship. For months now.

➺ At some point, he encountered his brother Noob Saibot and after the fight, while Noob was about to teleport away he taunted his brother on precisely how he had you first, and that you'd never be his.

➺ Perhaps the sibling rivalry was still there or maybe he was serious. Either way Sub-Zero made it a point to no longer hesitate when having sex with you. Learning all too quickly to fuck you like a pro. He should have killed you all those times you crawled through his window, pushing him against a nearby wall and biting his neck. He should have strangled you the moment you wrapped your own hands around his neck and squeezed it lightly. He should have froze you in time the moment your warm hand grabbed his cock.

➺ Sometimes he wishes you would have killed him to stop or prevent the inevitable shame he brought upon the Lin Kuei by loving a partner who did not love him or the Lin Kuei back. Instead wanted to help Frost take over.

➺ His hands held your hips far more gently than he should have and that began to piss you off. He held you with his eyes with adoration, the first and only body he knows more about than his own. Every scar, every mark, every blemish, and every bit of beauty he held in his hands when he touched you. You growled, grabbed his hand, and pushed them off you, in a swift movement you pushed off of him, Sub-Zero watched with blind fondness as you grabbed your clothes and threw them on "Just stop!" You shouted rushing to the door and slamming it shut behind you. Sub-Zero was lost in a puppy love sort of trance. Could he never love you? Could your heart and his pride never allow it?

➺ "Could you ever allow yourself to obsess over me, as I am obsessed with you?"

𝔫𝔬𝔬𝔟 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔟𝔬𝔱/𝔟𝔦-𝔥𝔞𝔫 -

➺ He tried to resist your temptation. He tried for the sake of the Lin Kuei to resist you, you were named Quan Chi's Left Hand, often called The Temptor. However, this was different, at least it was different for Bi-Han. You saw the dark ideas that plagued his head, saw his thoughts, and used him against him.

➺ Bi-Han could resist no more. The Lin Kuei felt more like a trap than a clan as the days went on. Bi-Han felt no love and no support from his dead parents' memory or his clan members. He felt nothing but he felt you. He felt your beating heart against the back of his spine. He felt the hand that explored his abs, he felt the hand that wrapped around his cock pumping it with a tight fist.

➺ Bi-Han felt your lips against his neck biting and licking the wound, he heard the sweet whispers in your voice every time you told him to surrender. You told him to surrender his strength, surrender his loyalty to the Lin Kuei, and surrender his identity to your master Quan Chi. But before he surrendered all that, he should surrender himself to you.

➺ Before Bi-Han became Noob Saibot he was mad for you. You had Bi-Han at your feet. You were giving him this intense feeling of something that compensated for the lack of affection he was given. You turned his strength for the Lin Kuei against him. And in turn, gave him the strength to go AWOL on the Lin Kuei.

➺ During those days you knew where to find Bi-Han. He was in your bed for months. He was not exactly a virgin, he had some experience when he and another Lin Kuei member attempted to have sex but unfortunately only ended in both of them being scared out of their wits. You however showed him what you wanted and sometimes waited patiently for him to give it to you.

➺ All was fine for the few months he left your chambers until an encounter with a vengeful scorpion left him to fall into the abyss. And Quan Chi saw an opportunity to use his necromancy for an interesting pet project.

➺ Noob Saibot was born and he felt nothing. Except for an odd feeling in his chest when he saw you walk by alongside Quan Chi. Your eyes were empty, and it was as if Noob Saibot finally realized the game you played with his past self Bi-Han. You looked at him without interest. Like you got what you wanted from him and didn't care to have more. Didn't care for him. You got what you wanted Bi-Hans identity for Quan Chi so he could massacre The Shirai Ryu and pin it on Bi-Han.

➺ You were his enemy for all intents and purposes. Only he had not expected a sliver of Bi-Hans conscious to remain. At night when Noob Saibot attempted to meditate he could hear screams. Not screams of pain. And in the darkness of his imagination he watched himself and Saibot fuck you in his head. Saibot held you to him as Noob used you to chase his high.

➺ He craved you. He needed you to give in to him. He wanted to surrender to you as Bi-Han has. But now, now you've changed you see him as a nuisance and when he managed to catch you before a fight he asked that exact question "You avoid us. Death is unavoidable. So why try to fight it?" He asked twirling his scythe. "Bi-Han loved me because I manipulated him to do so. I sense something in your soul, something that feels something for me, that I did not put there intentionally."

➺ "Life could not dwell in my heart, so the image of you will do just as well."

𝔧𝔞𝔵 -

➺ An enemy of Sonya's was an enemy of his. That's what he told himself when he first met you. The moment your eyes landed on him there was a villainous smirk that crossed your lips. You were Kano's Mad Dog and Jax also hated Kano. Only Jax couldn't bring himself to hate you. Not when your lips looked so pretty on his cock.

➺ Why you? Why Kano's Mad Dog. The sex was just so good. There were days when Jax wanted to fuck you nice and proper, then there were days, usually after he found out the terrible deeds you've done on the news, where he just wanted to fuck you till you couldn't move.

➺ After Jacqui left the house, in came you. You saved him from the sad depressive loneliness that was his home. He put away the beer more than usual so that he was sober when you dropped by and when you eventually find the spare key he attempts to hide and enters his home, scaring him half to death when you enter his bed while he sleeps.

➺ He wakes up with you silently beside or on top of him. He knows what you want, before you even speak, which is usually good because he hates you and more often than not doesn't want you to say anything, as all you usually have to say is something cocky.

➺ After the fact he usually lays down staring at the ceiling with labored breathing, ashamed of what he had done. What if Sonya finds out? What if Jacqui finds out?

➺ Fortunately for you and unfortunately for him the moment you roll over and begin to play with his Manhood all his worries disappear if but for a short while. And his mind fills with thoughts of you. Of your body. Of your sweet voice praising him for giving it to you rough.

➺ With Vera he was always gentle with her, always asking her if he was doing too much, if she was comfortable in this position. He was always so...careful not wanting to hurt her. And Vera was always, always gentle with him. He made love with Vera. But with You, it was rough, it was harsh, you praised him for being almost brutal with his pace and growled at him when he even dared try to be all sweet soft, and loving. You were wild and he was in denial what an interesting match.

➺ When you left more often than not it was in silence because you were never good at goodbyes and you never cared if he had wanted you to say something anything to break the uncomfortable silence because, in the end, you got what you wanted from the Special Forces lap dog. And it always made you just a bit annoyed with him when he looked at you like...like that. Like you were fuckin Vera Incarnate.

➺ When you put on your clothes you sit on the bed. Jax sat on a small table in his room pouring a whiskey and finishing a cigar "You're acting like you expect something more from me." You said coldly. "I do. Y'know, you don't sneak into someone's house and fuck the owner every night if you don't feel something-" "I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING!" You shouted swiftly leaving his room in a flash.

➺ "You're an exotic animal that can't be tied down and won't let any too close. But everything can be tamed."

𝔨𝔞𝔫𝔬 -

➺ The Australian asshole was not new to being Devious and using sex to get what he wanted. He was much like you in a way, only compared to you, you at least had morals to the very least. Kano knew the weak were more susceptible to being used and the strong are most susceptible to abusing the weak he knew this and he lived by it in a silent sort of way.

➺ You were Red Dragon, he was Black Dragon, arch enemies. The only problem is that you both decided to go undercover as Special Forces agents at the same time. Tension grew between you too as you had to play the good neighbor policy not trying to blow your cover.

➺ Kano however was rather lazy with it. Special Forces were starting to look into him but luckily he began to get chummy with Sonya and Sonya was starting to like him during a meeting, You and Kano sat across from each other at the table listening to the debriefing Sonya was giving. Sonya was talking about the Red Dragon and Kano said something that nearly gave up your identity had you not kicked his leg so very hard under that table causing him to yelp.

➺ Let's just say that the very moment he realized your legs were in reach of his crotch had him getting a bit wild.

➺ What started as a game of very risque footsie led to him visiting your room in the barracks and leading you away. Once you defected from the Special Forces and left it wasn't long before Kano decided to do the same only foolishly entering a Mortal Kombat Tournament.

➺ A few days after Kano's initial freedom he sought you out, first as a peace treaty and almost immediately turning into sex as Kano was a rather insatiable man. He knew that no one in the Black Dragon would agree with this, hell, if he were any more foolish he would use this to his gain, killing you and taking over the Red Dragon. Only he liked it too much. He liked you too much and it began messing with his head.

➺ His urges began to become obsessed over you. You were dangerous, he liked dangerous. You fucked him like he would fuck someone who wasn't worth shit. You took your pleasure from him disregarding his needs.

➺ No. No, he couldn't blackmail you he couldn't hurt you. He needed you to satisfy him like only you do. He wasn't one to question why he was so desperately in need of you, he didn't ask why, or how, or what because he was fine with being obsessed with you he's fine. With it. You are his drug and he was perfectly fine with being addicted. No need to wonder or worry. What could anyone really expect Kano's unethical and morally incorrect.

➺ You pushed yourself up off the bar counter as the hard oak rubbed way too harshly on your bare back. Kano groaned and pulled his cock out of you, stumbling backward till he stumbled into a booth. You smirked and jumped off the bar picking up your clothes and walking about in the nude "You're pathetic." You say chugging a bottle of alcohol after. "Mhm. Same time tomorrow?" Kano asks slightly hopefully. "I'm busy. I'll be back whenever I decide to."

➺ "You'll be mine. I don't care what I have to do. I'll kill the special Forces just for you."

𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔨𝔞 -

➺ You wanted Tarkatans to die. You wanted to cleanse Outworld of them, why? Who knows, most say you just decided to pick the most sadistic pastime and that was to kill the Tarkatans. Others said you were hired by the Great Emperor Shao Kahn to kill the Tarkatans and hopefully Baraka at the same time for....downsizing.

➺ The first time the Fakas of the Tarkatans saw you was when you burned down one of his villages and he was helping his people escape. He saw your silhouette a shadow atop a hill standing there staring at the chaos. He dropped everything he was doing and ran towards the figure but when he got atop the hill no one was there except for this sweet scent that lingered in the air. It smelled like the exotic fruits of Outworld. It also smelled like Tarkatan blood.

➺ When he tracked you down all those days ago he had not expected to get beaten in Kombat and he certainly hadn't expected to find the person who was assaulting him to be so damn attractive and he sure as shit wasn't expecting to find himself harder than all the rocks in hell. When you straddle him during the fight to finish the job you certainly were not counting on whatever was snug between your warm thighs getting bigger with each movement.

➺ That was the initial start of this sexual relationship. You would sneak into the Tarkatans war camp, crawl under the tent flaps, and into bed with him where he would fuck you till the day after tomorrow.

➺ Every time you left his company after having him you were always left with at least 10 permanent scars along your lower back, hips, and thighs. What you did note was that he must have had a breeding kink or some such because by the end of it all he left quite the mess on you.

➺ Tarkatans were territorial so perhaps the first sign of his growing obsession for you was when he bit your neck permanently leaving his mark on your skin that told other Tarkatans you were his.

➺ The second time something was wrong was when he found you flirting with someone, naturally for the sake of gaining information, and when he spotted this he swiftly eliminated the person you attempted to fancy. This caused some wild hate sex that made Baraka growl to the moon and back.

➺ For all these days he gave into his lust for you, left low Morale to his people. They distrusted his leadership, believing he was being controlled by an earthrealmer slut, believing he lost his sense of honor as he had no wish to avenge the fallen Tarkatans that died by your hands. He fought a fellow challenger every day in an attempt to beat his loyalty out of them to which it partially worked. For every fight came another fuck at night. He wondered if he was doing the right thing as a leader....as the Fakas to the Tarkatans. But he couldn't resist you. You brought out the animal in him. Satisfied his lust. He needed you like he needed air.

➺ He attempted to hold you to him. To keep your body close. No matter how sweat-ridden the both of you were. He wanted to breathe in the sweet scent of your skin. Trail his long tongue along your thighs the next time he wakes up. Play with you till you begged him to fuck you. Mark your chest with his cum. But you still pulled away "You think I belong to you." You said. "Don't you? I've ruined you for another man, I spilled my seed in you every day." Baraka growled stroking his cock at the sight of you standing up, your body "Heh. You belong to me. You're mine. I will never be yours. Claim another and I'll bury you with them."

➺ "Don't you know a koin has two sides? I'll hurt you and whatever man or woman dare take you from me. I'll kill them."

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𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: Hey y'all it's Leif here, hope you enjoyed this work! If you like it lemme know. Writing this I was listening to "FU in my head" by Cloudy June. I recommend listening to it while reading!

Gif Credits:

Shao Kahn gif by solidsmax

Johnny Cage gif by mortal-kombat11

Scorpion gif by mortal-kombat 11

Sub-Zero gif by hollywoods-star

Bi-Han from the movie Mortal Kombat gif by temporaryusername2015

Jax gif by thedestinysunknown

Kano gif by fortheloveofaminorcharacter

Baraka gif by raidentalfloss

Anime Cigarette Case by fly-me-to-the-moon

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thy-lover · 8 months

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About Thy Lover:

Hey y'all my blog is growing quite a bit and fast and this was definitely.... unexpected I suppose so I figure I'd tell y'all a bit about me so some quick info!

I'm 24yrs old, my nickname in real life is Little Devil due to something very stupid which is a long story so feel free to call me that if you'd like or Leif which is my actual name, I know sad, tho my grandma used to call me Leafy lol. I'm Pansexual/Gender Blind. I don't entirely have a preference in pronouns I'm Non binary, for your convenience They/Them works too or She/Her or He/Him cause like I said I could care less what you call me. Also I cuss like a sailor if that isn't something that you like, do forgive me, can't help it. Uh what else, I'm a gym rat, a history geek, currently in the process of chilling the fuck out.

I'm 5ft 8in, lover of piercings and a ton of fallout 4 tattoos all over me.

I mainly write for Red Dead Redemption 2, Mortal Kombat, and Bully, honestly the content I post could be legit everywhere it's rather hectic in here so I'll write anything. I'm absolute shit with how I spend my time so you might see me disappear and pop up outta fuck knows where, I'm the type to write stories and then not post 'em so I currently have 52 drafts here on Tumblr for no reason whatsoever. Here on Tumblr I plan on posting much more, like my Fics even updates on my life, what's going on ya know the normal chaotic shit.

There ain't a request I don't take, actually that's a lie, if it involves Fecal or Piss play I can't- not my thing, Non-Con is also something I can't bring myself to write, Dubious Con is sorta fine I reckon. Other than that, send your dirty thoughts or kind thoughts depending on how devious you are to me, my inbox is always open for you little darlins out there and if I can't or won't write I'll hit you up, if I do write I'll also hit you up.

Also this is a safe space for the LGBTQ community, if you're gonna be homophobic or racist I'm not gonna fuck with you honestly and you can actually fuck off my page thank you. If anyone tells anyone to do any bodily harm to themselves using my page whatsoever you can also get the fuck off. Minors don't interact.

I have an AO3 Account I'll be posting much more Frequently under the name Thy Lover if that interests you, there I plan on posting the fics that are a bit dirtier as to not piss off Tumblr.

#about myself #about my blog #writers

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Never Fall in Love Again - M. Bell, D. Van Der Linde

Do Not Interact/Read unless over 18+

WARNINGS - GAY FIC/Sex, One-Sided Pining, Angsty, Smut(the unromantic kind), Public Sex, Cheating, Dom!Micah/Sub!Dutch, Hair Pomade as Lube but what the hell, i dare you to find me some K Y Jelly in the 18 fucking '00s plus I'm as creative as the color gray(fuckit,hairpomadefortheclutch)

SUMMARY - Why was Dutch so blinded by Micah that he would betray his only son? Arthur Morgan breaks up with Micah Bell. And during an escort job, Dutch Van Der Linde attempts to pick up what his "son" left behind.

(gif by @woman-with-no-name)

The glances Dutch sent Micah have not gone unnoticed by Micah, but the job had to be done, and that meant there was no fuckin around.

A man sat between Micah and Dutch in the carriage, with his hands tied and his feet bound. They were to drop this man off at the sheriff's office for a bounty, they just had to collect the money and go back to Shady Belle. And for some odd reason Dutch told Micah he wanted to come, no insisted and Micah who valued his precious alone time had to give it up and agreed.

After they dropped the wanted man off, Micah and Dutch rode in peaceful silence, that is until Micah saw Dutch look at him once again and without hesitation, Micah's annoyance took over "Speak. Dutch. Gettin' tired of them side glances."

Dutch cleared his throat at the unexpected call out "Wonderin' why Arthur left you is all...?" it spoke out more like a question than an explanation.

Micah cringed internally his hands gripped the reigns tightly, the wound slightly re-opening.

"I hate you!" Arthur shouted stomping his boot down onto the sand.

Micah snickered "Oh, please, you hate me now, cowpoke? Never said nothin' like that when you was fuckin me."

Arthur turned around sharply "You cheated on me!!! Yous lucky I don't shoot you where you stand."

"thought I told you, that was an accident ain't mean nothing to me."

Arthur scoffed "Go to hell, Micah."

In Micah's head he did nothing wrong fuckin that lady was sure as shit unexpected but hell he was drunk. Too drunk to tell a pussy from a cock. Well, that ain't the whole truth. He was drunk, but he couldn't verbally deny the working girl who grabbed him by the coat and drag him to a room. It felt good, Micah couldn't deny that so he kinda just went along with it. In his drunken state all he knew was fucking her stimulated the feeling of making love to Arthur.

But it wasn't until Arthur walked in did Micah look at the woman who was very much not Arthur and look at the very real Arthur standing at the door his hands ready to grab his guns.

"Ah, Arthur," Micah pulled his cock out of the woman and stumbled over to the door "Won't ya join us? She feels mighty good, I thought she was ya for a second." Micah went to Arthur attempting to through himself at him. Micah's face was greeted with an oak door busting Micah's nose and making Micah fall on his ass "Fuck!"

The woman got up from the bed and put her johns back on and fixed the bottom half of her dress, she walked over to Micah and held out her hand "That'll be five dollars sug."

Micah just huffed and used his free time to find a cigarette and lit it "Cheated on 'im." no point in lying Dutch probably already knows.

"Why'd ya do that?" Dutch asked.

"Hell am I supposed to know!!!" Micah immediately regretted the way that came out and took another puff of the cigarette "Ugh, Dunno, I was drunk, didn't, didn't know what I was doing."

Dutch reached over to Micah and pulled the cigarette right out his mouth and put it in his own "Then I guess that means me and you have more in common than id like to think."

Micah knew what he was talking about it wasn't exactly a secret. Dutch was known for sleeping around with 'business partners' behind the back of whatever woman he was married to at the time. His explanation being he does this 'for the sake of the gang' his reputation exceeded him.

Micah shrugged "I guess, you fuck a woman behind your boyfriend's back?"

Dutch snorted out in a tiny fit of amusement "Can't say I have but I have cheated on a wife with a man."

Micah doubled over accidentally tugging the reigns making the horses shift drastically "Shit Micah!" Dutch grabbed the wooden bench and only let go once Micah got the horses back on the road "The fuck do ya mean, with a man?"

Dutch shrugged "For the sake of the gang right?"

Micah scratched his neck "Didn't make ya out to be the type to like men."

As silence overtook the air allowing two men to gather their bearings. But Dutch was the one to ward off the silence "Arthur ever blow ya?" Dutch asked putting out the cigarette.

"W-what?" Micah asked flabbergasted.

Dutch stared into Micah's eyes with a stern look "Asked if Arthur ever blow you?"

Micah recovered quickly still feeling cocky over the fact that he bagged Arthur fucking Morgan, he was ready to brag about it anytime any place "Of course he blew me. Put my cock down his throat like a pro." Micah made it sound like he wasn't begging for it.

Dutch reached over and grabbed Micah's thigh feeling along the inner seam till he could feel the tip of Micah's cock through his jeans "Would you allow me to try to best him?"

Given Micah's drive and lack of sexual control, his nerves were spiking but Micah played it off well with a cold look sent Dutch's way "Fuck would you want to do that for?"

"if you don't want me to then by all means say no." Micah looked at Dutch with the most confused look in the world.

Micah scoffed he was probably just trying to gauge a reaction "Be my Guest." Micah joked.

Unfortunately, well at least to Micah, Dutch reached over and began unbuckling Micah's belt "Hey! What the hell're you doin'?!"

Dutch looked up at him and smirked continuing onto his zipper "Something wrong?"

Micah decided to stay silent and allow Dutch to effectively get his cock out when someone in another coach looked over to them, Micah immediately pulled out his revolver and aimed it at the bewildered man. Micah was lucky he still had his mask on, "Fuck outta here, for I take your head off."

The man on the other coach whipped his horses to move faster. When Dutch undressed him enough for Micah's cock to spring out, he started with a tight fist around the base. Micah growled at him and looked up to see a few cardinals and crows fly by, he didn't want to look down, didn't want to see anyone but Arthur give him a blow job.

Dutch soon licked around the tip of Micah's dick, Dutch in a moment of clear-headedness realized he was sucking off Micah Fucking Bell, when Dutch looked up to see a grateful Micah he was greeted by Micah trying to look anywhere but at him.

"Micah! Your supposed to-"

Micah finally looked down a type of darkness coating his eyes "Quit talkin' just keep goin',"

Micah's hand traveled from the base of Dutch's neck before weaving it in Dutch's long black hair "Said keep going Dutch." Dutch slowly began to take Micah's head back in his mouth at first, allowing Micah to get used to the feeling, from his mouth Dutch began to take him further, and the process was sped up when Dutch allowed Micah to fuck his mouth and hold down his head "Arthur!" the way Arthurs name came out of Micah's mouth was so hot, so natural like he should moan no one's name but Arthurs. Micah can't help but remember the high he got when Arthur gave him a blowjob.

Micah was more than happy at the fact that he wore his leather shotgun coat. The tree he was leaning against had gnarly bark and Arthur wasn't stopping. When was the last time he felt so good? His mouth made Micah shake and grab. When was the last time he felt so good about himself, just the mere sight of Arthur down on his knees, with his cute little pink tongue sticking out to collect whatever was left in the wake of his undoing?

"Told ya it wasn't so bad," Arthur said casually swallowing Micah's cum. A wave of adoration hit Micah like he just saw Arthur again for the first time, just fallen in love all over again.

"Shit, Arthur," Micah took a big breath "Say we ought to take this to your tent?"

Dutch growled, pulling Micah out if his state. When Micah looked down to confront Dutch the image of Arthur replaced Dutch. Micah grabbed 'Arthur' by the hair and began to fuck his mouth "Keep goin' Arthur."

Dutch couldn't tell how long he was sucking Micah off, it wasn't until Dutch was let up for air did he speak, Dutch was frustrated, frustrated Micah hasn't fucking cum yet. His jaw was fucking hurting and his throat felt numb "Micah! Cum or something!"

Micah stopped in his tracks the image of Arthur faded away, the weight of the world falling back on Micah's shoulders, the weight of a world without his little cowpoke.

Micah grabbed the reigns and tugged the reigns and the horses sharply went right and planted themselves to the side of the road. Micah leaned forward and began to rip the buttons off Dutch's vest "Micah!" Dutch scowled at the action of his expensive vest being destroyed

Micah didn't bother to care only fanned his hands around Dutch's abdomen, Micah's mouth trailed down to Dutch's nipple, and began to bite the surrounding strong flesh. Dutch's back arched to allow Micah more access to his chest. Micah pulled away and grabbed Dutch's neck "Get out."

Dutch was confused at first but when Micah gave Arth-Dutch a look that meant unfinished business Dutch scrambled out of the Chuckwagon. Micah followed behind him and when they were in the clear Micah pushed Dutch against the side of the chuckwagon.

This was unusual behavior for Micah when it came to him and Arthur who topped was always a 50/50 Micah would sometimes top, and Arthur would sometimes top. Micah thoroughly enjoyed being a bottom, but so did Arthur. They both need to be weak for each other they both need to feel protected and bottoming was something Micah only felt safe with if it was Arthur. While Micah's heart hardened he made up his mind to allow the urge to dominate Dutch to take control.

Micah began to unbuckle Dutch's belt and pushed his pants down past his knee. Dutch got the gist and stepped out of his pants. Micah spits in his hand and began stroking Dutch's cock. Micah didn't unclothe he just used his other hand to unbuckle his belt and push his pants far enough down so that he can free his cock.

"Turn around." Micah ordered Dutch.

Dutch turned around bending ever slightly with his palms pressed flat against the wagon. Micah pushed his hands up to feel the small of Dutch's back. But slowly lowered them so Micah could cup Dutch's ass "Gotta lube ya up Dutch. How'd I do it? Less you want me to just-"

Dutch rolled his eyes not that Micah could see it "Got hair pomade, check the drawer." Dutch pointed to the side of the chuck wagon. Micah did just that and managed to find the tin. With haste, Micah put the Pomade on two of his fingers he reached down and applied it to Dutch's tight hole.

Micah fingered him, slowly at first but the moment Dutch began to moan "Micah's little slut are you?" Micah growled.

Dutch couldn't help but bite his lip and close his eyes. Dutch wouldn't lie, this has happened to him before hell he's even done it to himself. Finger himself while jacking off often brought pleasure to himself as Dutch has never known. But since Micah joined the gang. Well technically since Micah saved his life, Micah was on Dutch's mind 24/7. How many times has he silently apologized to Molly because of an accidental name-drop. In all fairness, her and Micah's name did start with an M.

But this was real, not some fever dream. Here he was using Micah and his 'sons' relationship issues to his advantage.

Dutch began to moan again "Been thinking about this long boss?" Micah said teasingly. Dutch's willingness was odd and his moaning confused Micah.

Dutch slowly nodded, Micah laughed, but his laugh was cut short when he heard horseshoes tapping the road and getting louder. Micah's eyes met a young traveler who started at Dutch and Micah with shock, Micah quickly grabbed his gun and shot at the floor near the horse's hooves "Get the hell outta here!"

The man rode away fast.

Micah turned back to Dutch and chuckled "Sick of waiting now Dutch."

Micah forcefully turned Dutch around and press his back up against the wagon. Micah raised Dutch's legs so they rested around his hips and Micah held Dutch up by the thigh.

Micah used the remained of pomade to coat his cock with, "line me up Dutch, gotta hold you."

Dutch reached between his thighs to grab Micah's dick and line it up with his ass "ah, 'kay."

Micah immediately thrust forward his dick finally entering Dutch. Dutch on the other hand had other ideas. Dutch raised his hand and punched Micah right on the jaw not hard enough so Micah would drop him, but hard enough to get his point through. Micah snarled immediately at Dutch "Fuck you do that for?!"

Dutch growled back "What do you want to skewer me?! Take it slow you bastard! Fuckin' hurt!"

Micahs eye twitches 'Arthur was a whole lot less of a fuss' he couldn't help but think.

Micah just sighed and stayed in him knowing it was probably gonna hurt if he pulled out. However, Micah could feel himself getting tired of holding Dutch so before his arms gave out Micah rushed Dutch to the back of the wagon kicked the tailgate so it fell open, and instructed Dutch to try and lay down all with his cock still in him "For fucks sake Micah."

Micah just huffed and allowed Dutch to comfortably get into a missionary position "What? Can't hold onto ya forever!"

Dutch just threw his head back and tried to ease the discomfort of Micah's hard dick causing pulsing pain, Micah just tilted his head to the side. From this position, he could be mistaken for Arthur. Micah reached down to Dutch stomach with one battered and calloused hand.

Micah couldn't help but press down on the flat yet strong area that was Dutch's stomach right above his hip "What are you doin'?" Dutch asked.

Micah just looked back up at him "Fucked Arthur in this position. Last time I did it he came so hard all over his stomach."

Dutch crossed his arms "Yeah well let's not worry about Ar-"

"Nah, you don't get it. I fucked Arthur. And I watched his cum coat his belly," Micah began to raise Dutch's legs higher "Heard there was a spot in women. Makes 'em whine and beg. Think I might have hit the male version of that spot when I fucked Arthur," Micah lowered his hand so he could grab Dutch's manhood and stroke his slick member, Micah began to tighten his fist around Dutch, his wrist moving up and down. Micah repositioned his hand. So that when his fist reached near the top, Micah could raise his thumb to stroke the tip of Dutch's dick "Heard it was called a...a... prostate? I think."

Dutch reached out and grabbed Micah's black coat by the collar, the more Micah stroked Dutch the more his mind began to wander away from the pain. Micah took this as his opportunity to move slowly. Not thrusting very hard just a slow but steady easing motion never letting go of Dutch.

Suddenly Dutch gave him the okay to move faster, Faster Micah did go. Stroking Dutch faster and pounding into Dutch faster "Micah!" Dutch squealed out.

Micah stared at Dutch's face, watching as it changed watching as the illusion came back. He was no longer looking at Dutch's face he was seeing Arthur move and moan.

"Micah!" With one final shout, Dutch felt Micah hit his prostate and continue doing so. When Dutch found the strength to open his eyes he watched Micah stare deeply into his eyes not saying a word nothing but heavy breaths and sharp inhales.

'could this be it? Could Micah finally love me more than Arthur?'

O B S S I O N

Micah began to lose it he felt himself jump off the bridge of ecstasy "I gotta cum, Arthur," Dutch had come on his stomach, but there was something that pulled Dutch out of ecstasy.

H A T R E D

"ARTHUR!" Micah howled as he let himself go completely. And as Micah came he draped himself over 'Arthur'. Pants of exhaustion Micah "Arthur-" Micah said in the crook of 'Arthurs' Neck.

"Arthur I am so-" when Micah pulled himself up to gaze at 'Arthurs' face swift reality him.

Dutch looked up at Micah with Rage mixed with a little hurt. Micah stopped himself and pulled away completely, he did it again. He did what Arthur left him to form Arthur may have dumped Micah flat on his ass but Micah still wanted him. Micah was willing to change.

A N G E R

Micah growled and took his cock out of Dutch and stuffed it back in his pants. Micah pulled his gun out of his holster and stuck it right under Dutch's chin. Dutch looked at Micah with anger and jealousy "Tell anyone, Arthur especially about this. And I will kill you."

Micah tucked his gun back in his holster and whistled for Baylock who was peacefully grazing.

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The motives behind the betrayal of Dutch Van Der Linde and Arthur Morgan is unknown. What caused a father figure to turn the gun on his own son is a question that grew in the west and die in the Old America.

#micah bell #micah bell x dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde #red dead redemption 2 #gay fanfiction #gay love #rdr2 fandom

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The Prettiest Star in the Sky - A. Morgan, M. Bell

Arthur Morgan x Micah Bell

WARNINGS - Angst, Gay!Romance, short flashbacks to parental abuse

SUMMARY - It's New Years and the whole gang was out doing jobs in Saint Denise Chinatown for it was the busiest day of the year. When the fireworks shot off love came to set in the lonely hearts of men and women.

(GIF by @roguishknight)

Micah walked around Chinatown for what seemed like decades, trying to find anyone from the Van Der Linde Gang but alas to no luck. All he ended up doing was shooing away street vendors who tried to sell him miracle tonics or Special tablets to 'make you go all night' whatever the hell that means.

But he gave up his search long ago, Micah was now looking for Kuo Chao & Co. The supposed best Gunstore in town.

Micah pushed the door open and put a boot down on the floor "Hello! Come in! I hope you find som- Oh no. No, no, get out!!!"

Micah raised his hands in surrender and chuckled "What not happy to see me?"

Kuo Chao huffed in shock "Happy to see you? Happy to fuckin hell! No! No, I am not! you run away my business!"

Micah rolled his eyes "I ran the O'Driscolls away for you!"

"You ruined my reputation!"

"And now I'm bringing back your business by personally buying something. Now get me one of those double actions revolver."

Kuo Chao slumped his shoulder and groaned "Fine. What do you want on it?"

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Micah uses his back to push the door open all while steadying the box in his hands.

The moment he walked out of the Gun store and was greeted by a booming voice cutting through the crowds "Micah! Hey Micah! Over here!"

Micah followed the voice and saw Arthur leaning against the rail of the bridge, Micah walked over and leaned beside the bridge to

"Waddya want Morgan?"

"Just wanna know if you know where the rest of the gang is?"

Micah shook his head, but he did use his free hand to take a pocket watch out of his inner coat pocket "But it's almost 12, they'll be here soon. Probably wanna watch the fireworks."

Arthur hummed and looked down at the street "Whats the point of this anyway?"

"New Years'? A day where people make promises to themselves and never go through with it."

Arthur rolled his eyes and couldn't help but smile a little "Optimistic ain't ya?"

Micah shrugs his silence getting the better of him. He can't help but looks around at people through the streets with a smile on their face. it was so crowded that Micah could hear the conversation of those around him. "The future ain't promised to no one. Can't promise yourself something, you know that Arthur?"

"Course," Arthur mumbles as he takes his hat off and sifts his fingers through his hair "Been running with this gang for years now, ya learn early on that the future. Well, the future is unpredictable."

"Exactly! Y'know you'n me? We ain't all that different."

Arthur fully turned to look at Micah "I beg to differ. The only reason I say the future is unpredictable is 'cause I've been in a gang most my life, watched people die."

Micah shook his head and tucked the box under one arm "That's the issue, Morgan. I don't miss people when they die show's I was raised. Same difference. We got the same idea but a different outlook on it."

Arthur hummed and looked down the bridge to the people and something caught his eye a young couple, reaching forward to each other and kissing.

Arthur continued to look around and found more people kissing "The hell's goin' on?"

Micah followed his gaze and saw what Arthur is looking at "They're just celebrating early."

"for what?"

Micah chuckled "The hell have you been all your life?"

Arthur rolled his eyes and knocked Micah's shoulder with his own "Cause you've been everywhere?"

Micah's eyes widened and he smiled softly, feigning insult "Oh I've been everywhere, been to Texas to Nevada to Arkansas to Arizona, to Tennessee. Wanted in so many damn states I can't count!"

Arthur turned his head so it was facing off in another direction, and when Micah couldn't gaze upon Arthur's face Arthur began to laugh while covering his mouth with a hand and tilting his head so the rim of his hat hid his facial expressions, 'Right, Suck your own dick do ya?'

"Watchu laughing at?" Micah pouted.

Arthur waved his hands out in dismissal "Nothin' Nothin', Now I tell me, outlaw, what's the gist?"

Micah clears his throat, he straightens his back, and squares his shoulders preparing himself to talk about something embarrassing "Well, everywhere I went New Year was celebrated mostly the same. Few changes here and there but there's one thing that'll never change."

"What's that?"

"Well when the clock strikes midnight two folks kiss depending on the kiss and how....dunno passionate the kiss is it changes the type of luck you'll get." Micah explains, Micah clutches the box in both hands now.

"So, how long till midnight?" Arthur asks. Micah pulls out his pocket watch and reads the time.

"11:50." Arthur Hummed in response.

"Whatchu got there?" Arthur pointed at the box Micah was holding.

"Oh!" Micah holds the box out to Arthur awkwardly "Got somethin' for ya."

Arthurs jaw drops slightly "For me?" Micah shakes his head yes "You sure it ain't a bomb?" Arthur jokes.

"just take it fer I change my mind."

Arthur smiles and takes the box, he pushes open the lid and his eyes widen at what he sees inside, it is a double-action revolver, with a gold barrel. a gold hammer and trigger as well as better rifling sights. The grip was a beautiful wood finish with oak wood and light varnish. But it wasn't the gun itself that took Arthur's breath away it was the engraving on the barrel and the etching on the grip

Arthur read the engraving out loud "To Copper Morgan - My Best friend." Arthur uses his thumb to travel down to the crib, he felt the engraving of his dog Copper's face. Arthur knew what photo Micah used as a reference.

"C'mon Arthur keep him still!" Dutch whispered as he sat across from Hosea, Dutch and Hosea trying desperately not to move and give in to the giggles they just so happened to be holding in. They were trying to hold Copper still. But he just wouldn't stay put for this picture.

Arthur though of an idea he walked behind the camera to the camera man and held up a dried beef strip.

Copper immediately stopped his black puppy dogs eyes held with curiosity, his soft flappy ears tilting to the side.

Even the camerman couldnt help but chuckle "Hold it, and Got it!"

Arthur chuckled at the Memory, and looked up at Micah who just so happened to be suddenly counting the stars and twiddling his fingers nervously "Micah-"

"You dont like it just give it back." Micah knit his brows together and let anger rise, only to bubble back down when Arthur reached up with the palm of his hand to wipe away his own tears.

Arthur misses a lot of folks he misses the Callender Boys, misses Isaac and Bessie but that Dog, that dog was with him through the loss of everyone he ever cared to love, well Copper and Boadicea "How did you get that picture?" Arthur sniffled.

Micah suddenly feeling bad spoke lowly and shyly "stole it off your nightstand."

Arthur laughed though it sounded more sad than humorous "why'd ya do this for me, Micah?"

"If you dont like it then-"

"Just answer the question."

Micah just stood there watching his pocket watch turn to 11:58 "I-I don't know Morgan." Micah rubbed the bridge of his nose the looked back up to the stars. Anything, everything felt better than looking at Arthur's face.

He could hear Micah Bell Senior shouting and yelling at him, maybe even throwing a beer bottle and hearing it shatter. He could hear his Pa saying 'I knew you was no Man! Knew you was weak and yellow just like your brother!' followed by the sound of a slap to Micah's cheek. And the taste of blood on Micah's tongue.

Micah could feel himself crumbling and falling back down that mountain he tried so hard to climb, he could practically feel his heart start to harden "I don't know Arthur! I don't even know why the hell I bought it! I don't even know why I'm talking to y-"

While Micah was caterwaulin' Arthur had long since put the new revolver in the other empty holster, the holster Micah gave him in thanks for breaking him out of Strawberry. With nothing left to do, Arthur tapped Micah's shoulder. When it caught Micah and pulled him out of his ramblings Arthur leaned forward and caught Micah by the lips.

Micah's heart stopped and he felt himself falter, his brain busted, and all Micah could do is kiss back. At this moment nothing existed. The floor didn't exist and if it did why couldn't Micah feel it? He couldn't hear the voices of his Pa. Nothing existed but Arthur Morgan and his light,

But a large cackle sound tore them from their fantasy, Micah and Arthur pulled away and duck behind the cover of the bridge guard rail. They've been shot too many times for this sound to be anything but safe.

It was only till the cheer of the crowd ripped them from their fears. They looked through the rails and watched as the colors of red and yellow ripped through the sky with something fierce then blew up in little pieces. Its embers scatter the sky like dirt flying from an explosion.

Micah and Arthur stood up for the first time and watched in amazement as sparks fly of all types of colors.

This was too much for Micah, an overload of things happening. Arthur kissed him, people were all around him, the noises that reminded him of gunfire, seeing fireworks for the first time was too much and Arthur grabbed his hand.

Arthur grabbed his hand. Micah looked down at the hand intertwining with his, holy shit! Cowpoke is holding my hand!!!!

Arthur then turned to him "How's about we aim for some good luck?"

Micah chuckled and let Arthur pull him in for another kiss.

#arthur morgan x micah bell #micah bell #rdr2 arthur morgan #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #angst with fluff #kissing #new year

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Thank you!!! I don't make posts like these but I made this one because it was ridiculous! I am so tired of seeing people hate on Micah for things he did not even do! And the icing on top of the already terrible cake is the literal BULLIES who bully people who like Micah. (I'm sure you're familiar with the anon that asked another blogger to go kill themself.) people in the RDR Fandom should never have to apologize for liking Micah. A Tumblr blogger had to apologize for writing an Autistic Micah headcanon. I suffer with Bipolar Disorder. And if I ever see a Villain Character exhibiting Bipolar disorder I am not gonna take offense because the truth is more often than not most "Bad-Guy" archetypes exhibit some kind of mental disorder!

Please….these Micah Bell hate posts have to stop!

Short and simple.

I was looking through RDR2 reddit and I found these

Come On!!!

I’ll say this once there is absolutely NO PROOF Micah did any this.

Its like people have it set in their head that Micah SA’d Jenny Kirk. If. You. Can’t. Find. Proof. Of. This. In. The. Game. It. Probably. Didn’t. Happen.

Y'all make it seem like people can’t like the bad guy or at least wanna fuck him. Some people would sleep with Micah. Like there are PLENTY ENOUGH REASONS TO HATE MICAH, he is misogynistic. He is a racist and a bigot. Why? Why add something you don’t even know to be true to the equation? We can hate him for what we know he did. Not for what you think he did.

To those that accuse Micah of this. Do you spend your day walking down the street calling people a SA? Because you are targeting a random NPC villain and accusing them of something you don’t even know or have any proof. Mind as well walk outside point at a random person and yell out “Ra****!!!!”

The Amos Situation

Amos Bell writes a letter to Micah tells Micah not to come near him or his daughters. Why would anyone immediatley assume its because he doesnt want Micah to SA his kids.

Cmon.

First realistic and probably the actual reason. Amos was able to leave the life Micah Bell Senior forced onto him. He was able to run away with his wife and kid. Micah wasn’t. Micah was forced and bent into the ways of outlaw life. Put in a mold he couldn’t escape. From a random encounter Micah is seen at the campfire talking about his brother in a very bad light “Amos was as yellow as piss on snow” but when he says “My brother was a fool” I almost feel like Micah was hinting that his brother abandoned him with his dad. This could show that because of Amos’ actions Micah was left to the hands of his father by himself, there could easily be a chance he doesn’t want Micah’s influence to reach his daughter. Doesn’t want his daughters to see the things Micah does and pick up his habit. I mean who would? Who would want a man that makes a living running from the law and killing folks around their kids?

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Please....these Micah Bell hate posts have to stop!

Short and simple.

I was looking through RDR2 reddit and I found these

Come On!!!

I'll say this once there is absolutely NO PROOF Micah did any this.

Its like people have it set in their head that Micah SA'd Jenny Kirk. If. You. Can't. Find. Proof. Of. This. In. The. Game. It. Probably. Didn't. Happen.

Y'all make it seem like people can't like the bad guy or at least wanna fuck him. Some people would sleep with Micah. Like there are PLENTY ENOUGH REASONS TO HATE MICAH, he is misogynistic. He is a racist and a bigot. Why? Why add something you don't even know to be true to the equation? We can hate him for what we know he did. Not for what you think he did.

To those that accuse Micah of this. Do you spend your day walking down the street calling people a SA? Because you are targeting a random NPC villain and accusing them of something you don't even know or have any proof. Mind as well walk outside point at a random person and yell out "Ra****!!!!"

The Amos Situation

Amos Bell writes a letter to Micah tells Micah not to come near him or his daughters. Why would anyone immediatley assume its because he doesnt want Micah to SA his kids.

Cmon.

First realistic and probably the actual reason. Amos was able to leave the life Micah Bell Senior forced onto him. He was able to run away with his wife and kid. Micah wasn't. Micah was forced and bent into the ways of outlaw life. Put in a mold he couldn't escape. From a random encounter Micah is seen at the campfire talking about his brother in a very bad light "Amos was as yellow as piss on snow" but when he says "My brother was a fool" I almost feel like Micah was hinting that his brother abandoned him with his dad. This could show that because of Amos' actions Micah was left to the hands of his father by himself, there could easily be a chance he doesn't want Micah's influence to reach his daughter. Doesn't want his daughters to see the things Micah does and pick up his habit. I mean who would? Who would want a man that makes a living running from the law and killing folks around their kids?

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I read your fic on Wattpad, and I really liked it! I was wondering if you'll ever post it on Ao3 too, because your story will probably get more attention there, and it deserves it (and also because I have no idea how to use Wattpad!).

(if you need an invitation, i can send you one!)

I really did like your fic! Gay Micah is a great headcanon, and I like the idea of him learning about the future and feeling compelled to change it. :)

AAHHH alright first of all just want to say I'm a really big fan of your works!!! You have absolutely no idea how many bad days your fics got me through! Secondly I have posted the fic to Ao3 along with a new chapter(soon). By the way, I want to really thank you on how you defend Micah when it comes to his looks. I know he's not the kindest character and most don't like him but the fact that you stand up for anyone who might look the way Micah does is so kind, I genuinely have no idea why people need to be reminded that there are literal people in our life that might have the same body type, and if you make fun of one you make fun of all. Link below for the Ao3. If it doesn't work lemme know

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43699257

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My New Wattpad Book is Out!!

"THE SUN WILL RISE AGAIN"

Pair - Arthur Morgan x Micah Bell x Charles Smith

(GIF by woman-with-no-name)

SUMMARY - Being a Bell it's in Micah's blood to mame and murder to take what he wants. When Micah joins The Van Der Linde gang he lives by the rules Micah Bell Senior sets for him, Take what you need, Take what you want.

When Micah Bell is chosen to pay for his sins, and stuck between Greed and Morality. Their just so happens to be someone who wants to show Micah that blancing his demons with his angels ain't exactly a bad thing.

Note: In this Fic Micah Bell struggles with being Gay, so expect smut to come later.

(This is a Gay Fic, if you're not comfortable don't read!!!! No form of Homophobia is tolerated here nor there. If you do spread hate I will IMMEDIATELY BLOCK YOU! Also, we are body positive here. I am sick and tired of seeing people hating Micah's body. I UNDERSTAND Micah is the "Bad Guy" I know, but that gives you NO RIGHT to be downright rude about his body. To the folk that do hate on Micah for the way, his body looks let's understand one thing. Do you have any idea how bad you make men who look the way Micah does feel when you say "Micah looks ugly" or "look at his belly" please. This is not a space for hate. BODY POSITIVITY NO. MATTER. WHAT. To those of you that have a negative outlook on your body, listen here, you are beautiful. Stop comparing yourself to what others think. Stop trying to make others accept you, you can't please everyone but you can please yourself. Stop forcing yourself to look like other people. You are beautiful no matter what others say.)

Warnings-

Blood & Gore(Murder, Suicidal thoughts and Actions)

-Profanity/Foul Launguage

-Nudity & Sex/Smut

-Depictions of Abuse(Parental and Emotional)

-Alcohol and Drugs

-Period-Typical Homophobia & Sexism

-Period-Typical Racial Slurs

#arthur morgan x micah bell #Micah bell x charles smith #micah bell #red dead redemption 2 #gay fanfiction #gay love

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Oh, And By the Way - N. Bates

WARNINGS - Foul Launguage, SHORT, Period-Typical Homophobia, Slurs.

SUMMATY - When Norma Bates was still alive she refused to accept the fact that her son was gay. And she hated Norman's lover.

You lolled your head annoyed at Norma's constant babbling. Norman however sat in the chair opposite to you, his hands were folded neatly and he stared at his lap unsure of what to do.

"You bring a man into this house! You announce him as your what Male friend?! He's those disgusting rebel kids! Oh, let me tell you Norman. Bates. If you're daddy was here he'd turn in his grave!"

You rolled your eyes and proped your chin in the palm of your hands, watching as Norma pointed her old finger at Norman accusingly.

"Ta' think!" Her voice croaked like old wood in a rainstorm "Ta' think I raised a fag-"

You stood up quickly and growled "Fuck off ya old hag! Take your complaints and shove it!"

Norman gasped and stood up pulling you away from his fuming mothers "Please Lov- Mother please, this is enough I don't-"

Norma curled her wretched old claws "YOU! Get out of my house you charlatan! You filthy, disgusting rotten ol-"

Norman groaned and pulled you to the door, even while you resisted, but you huffed and followed Norman to the door "Love, I'll talk to you later, I'm gonna try to calm her down."

You walked out the door but before he could close it you leaned in and kissed him, making sure to grope him a bit. Normans eyes fluttered shut feeling your tongue in his mouth. You just knew Norma was fueling.

You pulled away and pecked his plump lips. He blushed so cutely and shuffled in place now wanting to follow you to your car.

When you turned around to leave you turned back around and pushed the door open slightly before Norman could close it fully "Oh and by the way Ms. Bates," You sent her a shit eating grin, to which she knitted her brows in confusion "Your son bounces on my cock real good."

You turned heel and bolted like a bat out of hell.

Norman didnt even bother locking the door or closing it. His jaw fell open and he slowly but surley turned to his mother.

Little did you know when you left that house, it would be the last you've seen of Norma Bates.

#gay love #gay men #norman bates #psycho #psycho the movie #norma bates #norman bates x reader #mystery

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Dearest, Cowpoke. - M. Bell, A. Morgan.

Micah Bell x Arthur Morgan(Morbell)

WARNINGS - Gay!Lovers, Boy Love, RDR2, Angst, Depression, Regret, Murder, The Death of Micah Bell, PTSD. Deeply Sorrowful

SUMMARY - Micah Bell writes his last journal entry to his deceased beloved, what Micah doesn't know is that he'll meet him again.

THE GRIZZLIES - MOUNT HAGEN - 1907

Micah sat on the edge of the cliff, and Baylock stood beside him grazing softly on what grass he could find.

Micah looked down, all he could see were piles of snow The Grizzlies haven't changed at all since the Colter Days way back when. When the gang was happy.....when the gang was a gang.

Sometimes Micah cursed himself, his mom, his dad, and his existence, If it weren't for him his greed, his lust his faults he would still be alive.

Micah looks down at the Journal in his hands. A leather band antique practically, had Micah not taken care of it through the last few years it would have fallen apart page by page.

With a redied sight Micah un latches the journal his cold fingertips trace the first page reading the pretty cursive "PROPERTY OF ARTHUR MORGAN~" Micah always liked to joke with Arthur that if the journal got in the wrong hands he would be able to put the whole gang in federal prison.

Micah let out a sob holding back tears but he quickly covered it up with a cough, His fingers gently flipped the pages, seeing Arthur's handwriting, Micah spent most of his afternoons doing that, tracing Morgan's handwriting, sometimes chuckling at Arthurs sketch of animals, For no particular reason. Micah reached the last page Arthur wrote, it seemed Arthur only managed to write half the pages in this journal before he-

Micah reads Arthur's last journal entry.

"November 21, 1899.

𝓘'𝓶 𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼. 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓱𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓦𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓪𝓰𝓸 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓓𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓼 𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽. 𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓘 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼. 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓱 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓘𝓶 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶.

𝓐𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓣𝓸: 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓱 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾? 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓴𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓽?

- 𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷."

Micah sighed softly, hating himself all over again, he was only ignoring Arthur because he didnt want to deal with all the ensuing arguments that would happen if Micah told Arthur he was using Dutch.

There were no more entries, it was Arthurs last written words.

Micah flipped the page and took his pen out of his pocket, Micah softly tapped on the page before letting the pen touch the

"November 24, 1907~

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚠𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎,

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢...𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞... 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗...𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎...

𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎, 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙼𝚢, 𝙼𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝚃𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝙲𝚘𝚠𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚛 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗...𝙸'𝚖 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢,

-𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓱 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵."

When Micah finished writing his words in Arthur's Journal it was too late for him to be strong, his remaining resolve, of course, he had to write in Arthur's journal on the anniversary of his death.

Micah looked up at the pale emotionless sky and while he did that tears rolled down the rosy apples of his cheeks, Micah has more conversations with the sky than he'd like to admit.

Arthur was Micah's lover, his soulmate, but what Micah found out was being someone's soulmate doesn't always mean undying love, sometimes his loyal friendship till the end. But Micah was evil and Arthur was good and he shouldn't have expected it to work out when Micah kissed Arthur in Clements Point, Micah should have known he would be Arthur's demise when Arthur kissed back.

Micah let out a loud sob in the sky, he still remembers vividly the last day of Arthurs living life, Micah held onto Arthur his head resting on his shoulders and his knife plunged into Arthur's stomach. How Micah held his lifeless body from falling.

The clouds seemed to understand his pain especially since they parted to allow him to see the first blue sky he's seen in a while "I bet ya-ya hung the stars yourself didn't ya cowpoke?" Micah asks silently, Micah's fist clenched onto whatever snow had the misfortune of touching his hand, When Micah looked down he was the fisted snow slowly melted into a puddle of water and fell through the cracks of his finger, it reminded Micah that he was still alive, that he was still warm, still human.

'I'm livin' but I'm hardly alive.....'

Micah gritted his teeth and looked up again his hands clenched in fists of rage, his eyes burning with hate, but it soon fell when he saw the pale clouds cover the sun once more and most of the valley. This happened often, from sadness to blind rage, then to calamity, but even his mood swings couldn't stop him from crying.

The sky peeled away the man that was Micah Bell and revealed the lonesome buried deep within him "I'm an old man cowpoke, My hairs greying, and my bodies losing meat, I'm so damn cold all the time, suppose this is how it was meant to be right?" Micah's cold hands reached up to wipe away the tears before the weather could turn them into damn icicles.

"Seems your more alive, dead and I'm dying while I'm alive?.... Honestly, I wish it you were here with me beside me on the edge of this cliff right now, then we'd be old together greying and hurtin', but at least we'd be together, these worlds changing...no more Outlaws...you were right, it's a new world and I should have let it go before I lost you," Micah took a deep breath and let his eyes water up "I miss you, Morgan I should have been there for ya, with ya, sweetheart, should have taken your place...love ya, cowpoke."

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Micah stands with a smile on his face, he brought his hand to his stomach and felt his clothes, he pulled his hand away from his jacket and looked down at his hand.

His bloody hand.

A wave of betrayal hit him, and Micah looked back and forth between John and Dutch. Dutch held his smoking barrel towards Micah who laughed at him.

"I love him Dutch...I always have..." Micah said smiling, for the first time in years he smiled, Dutch watched as Micah's mouth started dripping blood.

Dutch couldn't say much but he tried too "I loved him too, Micah..."

Micah's vision got blurry and his head felt light 'Did it get colder?'

John put his revolver back in its holster. Making Micah also look at John "Thank you, John, I'll see hi-him again."

Micah somehow felt the bullet travel deeper into his stomach "Y-You shot me....you shot me pretty good."

Micah turned around and took an unsteady step forward but before he could step again he fell into the dark abyss.

"Micah? Micah? Micah!"

Micah's head was pounding and he felt weightless. Like the pain had stopped, as his body wanted to float, was he dead? Was he dreaming?

"Micah, Wake up."

'Cowpoke is that you.' Micah thought hearing a familiar voice. But he couldn't see anything.

"Yes, it's me, Micah."

'This has got to be a dream, I haven't said anything yet, and if I have I can't feel my lips move.' Micah thought once more.

"C'mon silly, I can hear you just fine, now wake up."

It took all the strength Micah had to open his eyes and once he did he was blinded by the...Sun? He instinctively brought his hand up to block the sun's strong glare. But once his eyes caught up to his surrounding he was shocked.

Beautiful green landscape, with soft flowers that bloomed right in front of his eyes, tall green trees that seemed to kiss the sky itself, Micah looked around and saw a bear in the distance occasionally looking over at Micah and doing nothing, A lion gently walking around the bear with its pride behind it. In another part of this forest, Micah saw a family, sitting in a circle each one with different instruments. A man held a guitar, a woman held a fiddle and a boy held a harmonica, they softly sang mountain hymns. Micah's nose raised in the air taking in the summer breeze and the smell of fresh flowers.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

A voice cut the air like a soft razor. Micah slowly moved his head to the side and saw none other than his cowpoke, sitting beside him leaning backward and holding himself up with his palms.

Micah drank Arthur in, compared to the sickly Arthur he saw before this one looked better. Arthur's skin was a soft tan, he looked more lively not sick, his hair grew out and was slicked back his face clean-shaven. He looked like the version of Arthur Micah tried to remember him by.

'Damn Cowpoke, ain't you pretty?' Micah couldn't help but think.

Arthur opened his eyes and his blue irises met Micah and Arthur smirked that same smirk Micah loved so much. "So that's is what you think about when we were together?"

It took a while for Micah to understand what was happening but when he figured it out he lunged at Arthur and tackled him to the ground-hugging him so tightly. They hugged for so long, just long enough for Micah to understand that he was real they were real.

"You didn't have a single clue how much I thought about you when we were alive...I'm sorry sweetheart." Arthur cut Micah's apology off with a swift kiss on his lips. Arthur laughed when he felt Micah's scratchy mustache tickle him like they used to do.

Arthur smiled at Micah when they pulled away "S'okay Micah...Didn't have long to live anyway...I always heard you, Micah, Whenever you talked to the sky, I always heard you." Arthur pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, Micah saw tally marks and couldn't count them all, Arthur softly smiled "I counted every time you apologized to me. 354 times you asked for my forgiveness, whatchu didn't know was I forgave you the 5th time."

Micah softly smiled his thumb trailing Arthur's top lip, then pulling down his bottom lip, Micah leaned down and planted another kiss on Arthur's soft lips.

"Now what Morgan?" Micah says softly.

Arthur smiles and out of nowhere he whistles, Micah, turns his head and sees two horses trotting towards them Arthur's beloved Boadicea and Micahs... "BAYLOCK!" Micah shouts slightly, right before he died Baylock was shot down by one of his dearest friends. Arthur gets up from underneath Micah and they mount their respective horse.

"Now, Micah follow me, While I waited for you I made us a home."

Micah smiled at Arthur and Arthur smiled back "We get to live the life we couldn't."

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Damn My Foolish Pride - S. Kahn

SHAO KAHN X FEM! READER -

WARNINGS - End of the World!AU, Implied Smut, Major Character Death, Angst, Angst with Happy Ending,

SUMMARY - With Outworld being merged with another realm to finally destroy Shao Kahn's reign of terror by the Elder God Raiden, Shao Kahn knows during the process it will be the end. But how does he intend to spend his final days?

You stared out the window longingly as you watched the men and women of Outworld help their families pack their caravans, Even the fiercest of Outworlds fighters now knowing the war is over took the offer of sanctuary. Leaving behind Outworld to go with their families and hopefully start a new life.

All you could do is be happy Raiden gave the Outworlders safe passage out and to safety before they merge the worlds. He specifically said “As is the Elder God way, we offer Sanctuary and safety to anyone wanting to leave. At midnight those who choose to stay in Outworld will be eradicated through the merging process. Please…Think of your families. Is Outworld worth dying for?”

With those words, Raiden said the inhabitants all packed up and left.

You watched though, you watched the streets of Outworld clear up, everyone leaving and making their way to a portal to Earthrealm. Except for a few people, mainly the homeless people who walked around the once well-populated area with a bottle in their hands, sobbing out loud, You knew why they were crying, they were crying because they had nothing to leave for, no reason to live, they knew their time was up, what was the point in running away? Only to be roaming in another realm…Alone.

You glanced over your shoulder where you saw Shao Kahn's study, the double doors closed shut.

Shao Kahn hasn’t been the same since the tournament Outworld and Earthrealm were neck and neck, both 2 to 2, but of course, Liu Kang prevailed just like the good guys always did in these stories. Outworld 2 Earthrealm 3. Just like that.

You sighed and stood up wiping the tears before they could fall, you flattened your long white dress, As an Empress, you were expected to wear the crown constantly, but hell it was the end of the world, no one bowed to Kahns and Kahnums anymore, no one bowed to King or Queens, Emperors or Empresses, no one cared, not anymore.

Slowly you made your way to the unguarded Study. When your hands reached the door handles you pushed gently and peeked through the study before entering it.

Shao Kahn, your Emperor looked worse for wear, in your eyes he was beautiful but even a blind man could tell that the knowledge of the world ending weighed on him.

Shao Kahn's red eyes looked up at you, and then you saw the look of utter sadness displayed on his face, sadness that todays the last day and the last time to ever see you. A sigh rolled off your lips, a sigh of concern “Oh, Shao, Would you leave this study sometime?” You said, wanting to spend the end of the world with the man you cherished the most.

That's when Shao Kahn’s eyes narrowed down on you “Leave, My Love.” Shao Kahn says,

“What?” You say confused.

“Leave. Take the next caravan to Earthrealm. Don’t die here, don’t die today. Find Raiden leave with him-” Shao Kahn was interrupted when you turned heel and left his Study.

Shao Kahn thought you were leaving, he thought you took his advice and were gonna run after Raiden and the rest of the people who once followed him.

However, in about an hour you came back, with a smile plastered on your crying face.

Shao Kahn looked surprised. But when he looked down at your hands he saw two steaming bowls in your hands “Look! I made some soup for us to enjoy!” You said cheering but the tears that stained your face betrayed your false smile.

Shao Kahn watched as you walked over to him and sat the bowl right down in front of him. His favorite soup is bone soup, you saw that he made no move to grab the noodles with his chopsticks “Eat, Shao Kahn, Mine as well have our last meal together.”

“Together?” Shao Kahn says confused and for the first time you give him a genuine smile, “I’m not going anywhere My love. I knew the risks of marrying you, Kahn, but I’m not gonna leave.”

Shao Kahn slowly ate the tasty soup at some point he got up and you watched him,

“My Empress, where others would have left you stay. Why?”

You only smile and shook your head setting down your bowl “Because I love you.”

The moment you said that you realized it was your downfall, suddenly Shao Kahn reached down and scooped you up in his arms “Shao what are you doing!” You screeched, he just smiled and kissed your teary face.

“Then if it’s the end of the world let's enjoy it.”

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Shao Kahn kissed your knuckles gently as you hummed softly against his pec.

Your eyes met each other and with a soft smile you leaned forward and captured his lips, the kiss was soft and gentle kisses Shao Kahn likes to call reminders of your love.

“I love you Y/N. As the world ends, you stay by my side, I couldn't have asked for a more loyal Empress than you.” Shao Kahn said as he held your chin between his pointer finger and thumb. Shao Kahn knew what the merging of two worlds felt like. I guess Shao Kahn had a whole new reason to appreciate you, you stayed when Shang Tsung, Baraka, Sheeva, Quan Chi everyone who ever supported his reign all abandoned him and ran to the arms of Raiden. But it was you who stayed for him, with him.

He remembers all the Edenians screaming, those who had not escaped, when he merged Edenia with Outworld he never expected the same to happen to him and his most dearest treasure. Raiden was sent to win the tournament, sent to merge Outworld with Earthrealm. Means to destroy Outworld in the process.

Your naked body holding onto his own, basking in the warmth he offered did not go unappreciated. Your bruised swollen lips become a dark red. Goodness, you were beautiful. He notes to remember the way you look, for it would be the last time he will ever gaze upon your face.

“Shao Kahn, There’s no one I’d rather spend the end of the world with. My stubborn prideful emperor. “

And Here it is our final night alive,

And as the earth burns to the ground,

For the first time in what seems like decades, you see Shao Kahn's pearly whites “In bed with you seems like a great way to go out doesn't it?”

A single tear fell from your eyes but the unwavering Kahn just wiped it away with his thumb “It does, doesn't it?” Suddenly you heard explosions behind you but Shao Kahn just made you keep looking at him.

To be honest Shao Kahn wished he could look up to face his final end like the emperor and conqueror the world knew him to be but he couldn't, not when he was lost in your eyes. In your arms seemed like a great way to go down. He felt a wave of heat hit him and he knew you felt it too, the noise outside did a great job in masking any conversation, but Shao Kahn could hear you just fine.

Oh, Girl, it’s you that I lie with

“Just look at me, My empress.”

Your eyes met his the soft way he said that sending calm waves through your shoulders.

“We will be reunited with Mileena once again.” The crashing of waves, the burning of buildings, the crumbling of castle walls.

“Mhm. I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Shao Kahn.”

As your lips touched and your eyes closed you weren't able to realize it would be the last time you would ever see him. Warmth engulfed the two of you but the feeling wore off as quickly as it came and now the two of you felt nothing, not even a scream could escape anyone's lips.

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thy-lover · 2 years

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No Concubine of Mine

Short - Loki x Male!Original Character(Dagr)

Warnings - Fluffly, Slight mentions of Sex

Dagr fucked Loki hard and fast, Dagr knew Odin sent Loki to cause a distraction they done it before. But this time Dagr wanted to send Loki back to Odin weak, Unable to walk, limping and remembering the night they had every time Loki sat down.

They though the distraction would work and as it did for a little while Dagr was on a mission from Helheim herself nothing would stop him.

However when Dagr found out Odin is offering anyone Loki's hand in marriage if they go through simple opponents. Dagr chuckled when he heard the news and to his friends suprise Dagr got up and called in the maids to strap on his armour "Where are you going Dagr?" His friend asks.

"Loki's taken my cock, I'll be damned if he thinks he can take anyones hand but mine." Dagrs friend laughs.

"Helheim will wait for you to come back with your new bride."

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The enemies were quite easy to defeat no matter what man or beast fought they were quickly slayed. Odin was on edge and suprised Dagr would want Loki's hand.

The man thrust forward, his dagger plunging itself in Dagr's strong pec, but Dagr just pulled it out and continued to bash the last opponent to death.

When Dagr turned to face Odin he sighed annoyed but his eyes were trained on the prize he won. Loki looked at Dagr with shocked eyes, the competitions was set up so that there were no winners just a way so they could kill their enemies but with a reason.

Odin didnt seem to know what to say "I will collect my prize now." Dagr said blood still dripping from him.

Loki watched as Dagr walked towards him, dropping his helmet and letting his wild hair free. On Loki's seat he gets picked up by Dagr as if he weighs the same as a small child. Loki instinctively wraps his leg around his waist. Dagrs arm lock to hold him up.

Thor gets up but Odin shakes his head dismissing him.

Dagr grabs Lokis hair with one strong arm and kisses him deeply "I have won you, now I will breed you till you find a way to bare my young. Now you will be both my wife and my husband." Dagr whispers into Loki's ear, his deep voice sending shivers down Loki's back, Loki chuckles and hugs Dagr.

"I hope your not expecting a bedding ceremony, I'll fuck my new husband like I've done before we married." Dagr laughs while the corwd cheers and stalks away back to Hel.

A/N - Keep your eyes peeled. I'm gonna gave a different Loki x Male!Oc coming soon, it'll be longer and smuttier, to a fault.

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thy-lover · 3 years

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Sub!Draco Malfoy x Dom!M!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Gay sex, Degrading kink, Daddy Kink, Hand job, rim job, ANGST with happy ending fluff.

18+ ONLY! GAY SEX AHEAD, DONT READ IF YOUR NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS.

You had built yourself somewhat of the reputation of the student who just didn't give a fuck. Sure you went to probably the most prestigious wizarding school but you never showed an interest in the classes, sure the woman followed you around like a hound dog but you never showed interest. Even being a pure blood and your parents being famous wizards and witches your parents never understood you. But all that seemed to change when you met a certain someone.

Draco Malfoy the bully, one day draco picked a fight with the wrong person. You were sitting minding your own business when draco and his band of brainless followers approached you, he tried to make fun of you tell you anything to make you feel bad but instead of cowering you just rolled your eyes and got off the quidditch bleachers.

But draco said something about your parents and how they must be ashamed of breeding a stupid pure blood. That was how it started you grabbed draco's collar and turned to the two boys Vincent and gregory. "Follow and I'll hex you!" You threatened. You took draco back to your slytherin room, bent him over the table spanked him, surprisingly making him beg for more then pounded into him. After you were done you picked him up bridal style and took him to his chambers and walked back to your own. After this incident draco thought the two of you were atleast friends or could call eachother acquaintances but no. You woke up the next day and ignored him like you ignored everyone. Occasionally he would find you staring.

It had him thinking after everything he just showed to you, you were just going to forget him like all the other people you had sex with, all the other men and women you punded down into your cock.

Sadly this behavior went on, draco would insult you then you would take him to your room and punish him making him moan.

But today was different he was going to swallow his nerves and ask you to be his boyfriend.

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You watched as the brown haired boy and his two friends struggled to help him out of a funny spell where his loafers were stuck to the floor. You smirked and walked up to the boy, his friends immediately looked at you trying to block harrys strange position.

"Need any help there miracle boy?" You said rolling your tongue, harry shyly looked up, blushing.

"c-could you? My f-friend preformed a spell and it didn't go so well." Harry glanced at Ron.

"Harry I told you I got this!" Hermione said stubbornly.

You rolled your eyes "When I count to three and when I say the spell Jump towards me okay?" Harry nodded.

"1-"

"2-"

"3-"

"Vellum Callavon!" You shouted preforming a counter spell.

Harry jumped towards you effectively getting his feet out of the green slime but the slime still tried to reach for him. Then it disappeared. When he jumped on you, you caught him bridal style.

"I said jump towards me not on me." You told him looking down at his panic disheveled face. You pushed air off his forehead.

"oh my I'm so-" Harry tried to apologize when they were interupted with a gasp.

"just- just when I thought someone could, whatever!" They snapped their heads up and saw draco walking away with his fist clenched.

You gently let harry down before running after draco.

"Malfoy wait!" You ran after him, you passed through the halls waited till the stairs to the slytherin common room connected and ran to draco's room.

You knocked eagerly on draco's door "draco! Draco I know your in their open the door!"

"Go away!" You heard his broken voice yell out. You clenched your fist at his pained voice, you pulled out your wand.

"Alohomora!" The door unlocked and creaked open, and their you saw draco in a fetal position faced towards the open window.

"draco-" you whispered.

"didn't I tell you to leave!" He shouted.

You sat at the edge of his bed not facing towards him, you fiddled with the edge of his cotton blanket.

"Draco, it's not what you think-" you frowned.

"heh is that all you have to say!? After using me for your own sexual pleasure, that's all you say!? Fucking me, leading me on playing with my emotions! Your so selfi-" His words made you get up in anger, you grabbed his foot and yanked him to the edge of his bed where you crawled into of him, his legs opened to welcome your waist out of instinct and you put your hands on with side of his head.

"used you! For my own sexual pleasure!? As far as im concerned the sexual pleasure I created was all given to you boy! All the times I fucked your hole who was getting the pleasure? Hm? You were, all the times I tasted your beautiful hole who was getting the pleasure?" You brought your hands to his waist and pulled him down grinding your hips together, draco moaned while you gritted your teeth.

"who is feeling the pleasure? Hm boy! Who is fucking who here?" You asked.

"you daddy." Draco said his tears drying as they speak.

"Say It again you entitled brat!"

"you daddy!" Draco yelled out, you flipped him over and grabbed his hips once again, draco planted his face in the bed with his ass in the air.

You took off his shirt and he was shocked then ripped down his pants and underwear throwing them into the dark corners of the room.

"see this brat, who is faced down with their ass in the air, who's dick is hard as a fuckin rock, whos daddy takes cares of their cum slut as much as I do!?" You grabbed his silver hair and pulled his head back. "You better watch your mouth when you call me selfish brat." You whispered, you went back to his tight hole and ran your finger along it. You ran your tongue along his hole then slipped a finger in, he moaned out. But you stopped it by flipping him over "how can I be selfish when your the one cumming over and over?" Draco bit his lips, his milky white skin turned red from the blush.

Draco looked deep into your eyes and saw pain, what he said, did it hurt you that much? Did what he say hurt you as much as him seeing harry in you arms hurt him? Your eyes softened at draco, before hardening again.

You grabbed Dracos chin roughly your hand slowly traveling down to his throat "hm, boy if I wanted you to be my fuck toy, my cock sleeve, do you really think I would be coming back to you every night?" Now draco really thought of it, he remembered you always being there for him when he needed you, you were always there never judging him, never hurting him, in class you would always give him gentle pats of encouragement even of Snape told you to keep your hands to yourself in his class.

"but know that you called me selfish, how about I show you how selfish I can be hm?" Draco groaned as your hand clutched his throat, you spread his legs open, looking down at him like he was your prize.

You unzipped you fly and pulled out your hard member. Your dick prodded at his clenching hole. "Is my cock what you want boy!?" He groaned nodding fast.

You pushed your cock into his hole, his hole was already stretched due to their fuckin a between you two, but you made sure to apply lube and finger him a bit, you spread him like a bitch, one hand on his throat the other on his hard dick, draco almost screamed at your size.

Roughly you jammed your hips into his asshole. You took one hand off his throat and ran it threw his hair suddenly slowing down when you saw him starting to cry, immediately the red you saw withered away, you let go of his dick, and put one hand through his hair massaging his scalp, and the your other hand rubbed his pelvis in gentle circles, you had stopped completely, and gently he his face, draco was important to you, and no matter what you would never bring yourself to harm him, you just couldn't, because hurting him physically or emotionally would hurt you.

"Draco.....I'll stop, i- I'm sorry...I should've asked before, fuck, draco, is it too much? Shit!.... I shouldn't have done this...I'm so fucking sorr-" draco grabbed your chin and made you look him in his watery eyes

'im sorry baby, did I hurt you?" Draco shook his head.

Gently he spoke "y/n I need this, I need you, it just it felt so good, I couldn't control my emotions, just please I want this probabaly more than you do. You nodded when he peck your lips you stilled in him until he nodded.

You took that as your cue to slow your pace but make sure when you thrust back in you thrust in hard. Your hand grabbed Draco's cock and you quickly went down to his ear. "Draco, mh, I-im not a good influ-ah-influence on you darling, but just know- fuck! Just know baby, I fuckin love you. Just stay with me please." You pulled away from his ears an looked him in the eyes one of them was closed due to the fact he was feeling pure ecstasy, the other was open and staring at you with such love you found it unbearable.

",I want you to cum baby, I want this cock to cum all over your own fucking stomach." Your thrusting was slow and steady.

Soon you both came and you cleaned up draco even making him come again with your mouth.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel bad about yourself little dove." Draco looked down at you massaging his chest "I just sometimes I dont understand how to perceive emotions, so...you could say I mix up love and lust, and i have trouble identifying the difference...i...but when I saw you walk away from me I couldn't help but feel...utterly vulnerable, it was then when I realized I loved you...when i realized that i wouldn't be able to live with yo-" draco cut you off by roughly grabbing your face and kiss you.

Before you knew it, it was you on your back with draco on top, you smiled and rubbed circles in his hip "I love you too, y/n, and I realize how selfish it was of me to get angry, I'm sorry I said all those things earlier....let me-" you watched his him take a gulp of air "let me take care of you...like you take care of me."

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thy-lover · 3 years

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Mortal Kombat- Male Edition pt¹ → Characters Reaction to a PUNK/Baddie!

Warnings: Sexual Themes, somewhat fluff, GENDER NEUTRAL, (Sexuality of y/n varies depending on the readers gender/no pronoun identity)

Shao Kahn-

It's nationally known shao kahn has the hots for partners who is feisty, especially when they're pretty and fiesty.

He loves your attire, your attitude and most importantly he likes the way you look

So it was no surprise to anyone when he asked you to be his concubine, with the stomp of your foot and a scoff from your voice you quickly turned him down

You bonded over mutual delight and dark things, and he confided in you the fact of his disappointment of no true kids

You remember him telling you the horror of thinking he was sterile

You grabbed his helmet yanked it off straddled his hips and took the reigns as you basically controlled him with the febel touch of your lips.

"emperor I know a way to help you."

"how?"

"make love to Sindel."

With a quick turn you found yourself on your back, smirking up at him

"I wish to make love to you."

Hanzo Hasashi-

Entirely didn't like you, just nothing about who you were or what you stood for appealed to him, You were no Harumi Hasashi.

Although he gave you some credit, he did quite enjoy your style, it was aesthetically appealing.

Through time and by time I mean...probably a year or two.

He became use to your broding and boisterous presence that he learned He just couldn't live a day without your snarky comments and your attitude.

It wasn't until you had to go overseas did he confess to you of his love.

"when- when I'm around you I feel swept off my feet, a feeling i haven't felt ever since kana-harumi died I think I love you and I know it's entirely one sided bu-"

Grabbing him you pressed him to you and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"darling, if my love for you was a fire, it would be all of netherrealm, besides I knew you'd fall for me at some poin-" with a chuckled he grabbed you and went in for another proper kiss.

Kuai Liang-

Kuai Liang hardly had any reason to fall in love with you.

He was already dealing with enough and it didnt help that your all black clothing always reminded him of his brother.

He would push you away making you in return push him away

He wasn't aware of his feeling until he walked in on you and another clan member.

You had the Lin keui member up against the wall with your hand on their privates and mouth on eachothers.

Kuai practically ripped the two of you apart and pushed you on the bed you were planning on using.

"tch what the hells your problem!?"

With one swift move he found himself between your legs.

"I am the grandmaster of the Lin keui and the only one you should be serving like that is me!"

With a laugh you swiftly turned him on his back. Leaning down and whispering in his ear.

"alright then 'grandmaster' show me whattya got."

Kano-

Knowing this Australia bastard he probably tried to fuck ya the moment he met ya.

You were quickly excepted into the black dragon, and you rose through the ranks immediately becoming in charge of the black dragons racketeering. Mainly because of your charisma, your smooth talking and The fact you looked like the kinda person Married folk want to fuck, which you would never do.

The clothing, the attire, the attitude only added to your sex appeal, and gosh don't get me started on how hung up he is when you where boots.

You noted that kanos equivalent of a concubine started to wear clothes that took a load of inspiration from you

In his eyes you were the only one that could pull off the look and not look cheap.

He tried to come on you again but you backed away and he respected that.

"not interested in being your whore boss."

With a smirk and a douchebag walk he looked over at you "well, there's plenty of openings for being my lover."

"when you put It that way I suppose I could."

Noob Saibot/Bi Han-

You were part of the brotherhood of shadow which is how you two met through Quan chi.

He loved your attire and your look it was something he thoroughly enjoyed especially since it was his favorite color.

Bi han never did really like you, by that I mean emotionally, you were simply coworkers, in fact he found your flirty behavior quite inappropriate.

But it just had To be his shadow, Saibot, who was falling madly in love with you.

Saibot can never really be there to express his love so he worked through noob.

Saibot would whisper to noob about the little things you do that makes you so attractive. Saibot would also claim that you would please yourself to noobs name in your chambers late at night.

Naturally noob felt the need to claim you as did his shadow Saibot which lead you to be locked in a room thrown on the bed and making out with eachother like animals while Saibot took his tender time behind you touching you.

"You are mi-" Saibot Interrupted noob and whispered.

"you are ours."

Shang Tsung-

You were his advisor of the sort, out of all the outworld woman he could've picked he picked you.

Partly due to your exotic fashion, partly due to your beauty, and most importantly...the idea that you could never possibly be boring

You see, the flesh pits need caretakers, shang himself needed someone who will tend to the experiments, sometimes he even needed a helping hand

So when shang tsung met you, he adored your fiesty personality, your humorous sarcasm he knew he wouldn't get tired of a conversation between you too.

Between this and the fact that his feelings are becoming more evident you decide to confront him. His flirting wouldnt be like it used to, before e it was just teasing, now it's compliments, touches, glances, needless to say you like them.

One day when he had lingered his hand below yours you grabbed onto him and held it there tunlrning around and trapping yourself in his arm's.

You kissed his knuckles before kissing his cheek and before you could burst out of his hold he grabbed you back

"by all of outworld, y/n you drive me mad."

That night he showed you the passion he had bottled up inside him.

As customs for a tarkatan clan every member is expected to claim mates, which is why when you came along Baraka had his eyes on you.

Not only were you physically attractive to him, but you were also such eye candy for Baraka to look at. Oh and the metal spikes you wear on your jacket drive him wild.

It started with Baraka giving you meats but knowing how they.......prepare it you declined making a joke of the situation, by giving the biggest tent next to his own, by him lifting heavy stuff and killing enemies brutally, hoping to gain your favor

Little did you know the chase tastes better than the victory itself, so Baraka took you declining his advances as you playing hard to get.

Sooner or later the chase became a hard cycle for Baraka to keep up so he decided to step forward and confront you.

"why do you not want to submit to the fakas rakatan?"

You smirked "cause I happen to prefer quality over quantity, your attempts to gain favor has not gone unnoticed but, I'd rather have a man swoop me off my feet and into his arms rather than play silly gam-"

He grabbed you and picked you up bridal style before going to his tent setting you on his furs and pinning your hips down.

"is this what you want?"

"this is more than I ever could imagine."

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thy-lover · 3 years

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Niklaus Mikealson x Father Figure Male

When the wild things protect pt. 1 of 2

A 9 year old Niklaus stumbled through the woods his body bruised and cut open, his arms were black and blue as well as his face, his eyes filled to the brime with tears. Klaus sniffled wiping his face with his sleeves, was he truly as weak as his father made him believe?

Klaus tripped over his feet a few times, but he was certain his steps were controlled.

while walking he noticed a blue flower with a yellow pistils in the middle, it had a long stem with thorns crawling up them. He loved the color so much he bent down and was going to pluck them, when all the sudden an arrow shot out, missing his face but instead drilling inside the tree next to him, he quickly turned his head to the source of the arrow only to be meant by an army of men on horses. The men were covered in different animal furs and were holding swords and spears, Nik quickly realised only one person had a bow, therefore he was the one who shot the arrow at him. Everyone else had there spear trained on the young Klaus.

The guy with the bow was infront of the whole army he was the most armored, had the most battle paint and the most weapons.

Niklaus easily realised that he was the leader.

"These woods are dangerous for boy on his own." The leaders deep and menacing voice rang out making any a man tremble.

Nik was tired of being called boy "i-im not a boy I'm a-a m-man!" He stuttered.

The leader gave out a laugh and waved his hand making his entire army drop their spears, they realised Klaus was no threat.

The leader spoke "go back home to your mother, you won't be able to handle the road ahead, lions, bears...wolves will be infront and behind you, you won't last, go home boy." The leader pulled the reins signaling the muscular stallion to turn around walking slowly away from the boy, the leaders army was about to turn around aswell before Klaus spoke up, he was running up to the leader but the leader kept walking away from Klaus with his horse trying to keep up.

"I can handle bears, and wolves and, and, and any man or beast that I encounter." Klaus puffed his chest up but the leader just kept walking away.

"these wolves out here are hungry ready to kill anything that can bleed, they'll smell you from miles away, if you try to run they'll be faster, if you try to fight they'll be stronger, and if they manage to trap you they'll toy with you for amusement then they'll rip your body to shreds. Like I said these wolves are hungry." The leader didn't bother to look down at the blonde boy who was doing his best to walk alongside the leaders stallion. Even though he didn't look at the boy he could almost hear him trembling.

All the sudden a howl called out, and then multiple howls.

"will you survive now boy?" The leader asked now stopping in his path and turning his stallion so it blocks the child's path.

Klaus trembled, his wounds were starting to sting his teeth began to chatter and his arms began to get cold. To make matters worse he was now a scared of being torn apart by wolves.

Nik couldn't bring himself to answer that question but it seemed the leader understood his answer.

"get on boy, I'll take you someplace safe you may return back to your home in the morning." Klaus looked behind him analyzing his options.

If Klaus turned back now his father will beat him when he sees him, if not that than the wolves will surely kill him.

But if he took the strangers hand he would have someplace to stay for the night and he could return back home in the daylight, the only downside being when he gets back home father will beat him for not coming home early.

He sighed, "well getting beating surely is better than death." With that Niklaus climbed aboard the stallion when he sat on the back of the saddle he gently held on the leaders bear fur cape, little did Klaus know that the leader made a face trying to figure out what the child meant by 'getting a beating'.

It got darker and the only thing you heard was crickets, the occasional snap of a branch and horse hooves pattering the woods cold floor. By know instead of gently holding on to the leaders bear cape he just decided to cuddle right against it sort of using it as a blanket. He assumed the leader hadn't mind, not that he could tell.

All the sudden the leader spoke aloud "Delvain Bells." Klaus picked his head up to look at the leader questioning him silently. "The flowers you were about to pick are Delvain Bells."

"really? What are they used for?" Klaus asked.

He felt the leader shrug "Though they are deadly to us humans they do wonders for the soil, they could be used medicinally if treated right and added with the right ingredients. The vibrant blue petals could also be extracted to make Colored paste."

Klaus perked up a bit "Colored paste? Do you mean Paint?"

The leader grunted "if that's what you wish to call it."

"Do.... Do you like to paint?" Klaus saw the leader nod.

"I do to, but father says I shouldn't do it, he says 'Woman color tapestry and men fight Battles!' " the leader started to laugh.

"your father sounds like a bastard." The army behind the leader laughed, they loved trash talk.

Klaus would have defended his families honor, but he knew his father would have slandered klaus's name whenever he got the chance.

Klaus leaned his head back down to the leaders back briefly enjoying the warmth, the peace and serenity that was offered by nature.

Klaus counted from one to three in his head, counting the seconds between the stallions powerful gallop, he was startled to realize the galloping had stopped.

Klaus felt the leader get off the stallion. The leader tied the stallions reins to a tree.

The leader turned to the boy and noticed his hesitation, Klaus heard the leader let out a laugh.

"first you claim you could slay any man or beast, and now your afraid of jumping off my stead?" Klaus only huffed, here he was trying to prove himself once again.

Klaus went to go jump off the stallion but his foot got caught on the saddle, he waited for his face to plant in the dirt, and the rest of his confidence to shatter but he realised it hadn't come because he felt warm arms wrap around him and hold the boy on the burly man's shoulder.

The leader gently set Klaus down on the floor and turned to his army.

"Men go home to your wives and children and love them for another day, you have all fought well, we will begin ceremony before dark." The army cheered with their swords raised. It was only now Klaus realised their swords and spears were stained with blood. Klaus and the leay stumbled through the camp the leaders army was being embraced by their wives and children.

Klaus looked at the kids being embraced in a tight hug by their fathers but it was interrupted by their leader.

"let's go boy, your wounds will get infected the longer their open." The leader walked through the camp receiving numerous bows, he didn't look back to see if the boy was following him, he just kept walking.

When they got to a large hut, the leader had Klaus lay down on a fur mat.

From inside a satchel Klaus watched as the leader emptied out Delvain Bells into a pestle.

"You're a witch?" Klaus asked.

The leader grunted putting in vervain and Calton Roses before he started to smash them all together. "I'm a hybrid child, now lay back." Klaus laid down and watched as the leader grabbed the blue paste between two of his fingers and rubbed it along klaus's wounds.

He hissed in pain but the leader didn't flinch.

"what do you mean hybrid?" Klaus asked.

"I'm something you Mikealson's love calling an abomination." The leader got up to put the pestle away but Klaus got up aswell.

"How did you know who I was?" Klaus asked astonished.

"it wasn't that hard boy I have met your mother, you look like her."

"I know, but you still didn't answer my question."

The leader sighed "I'm a mix of a wolf and witch, your people have banished my kind which is why your our greatest enemy, do with that what you will but regardless get some rest, I'll stay true to my promise you shall leave first the sunrise." With that the leader left the room leaving Klaus with more questions, but he followed the leaders advice and went to sleep.

Klaus had a good 4 hours of sleep, in all honesty it was probably the best sleep he's had in years, usually his bed Is crowded by all his siblings.

The only reason he woke up was because outside of the leaders hut he heard the banging of drums, the excited and happy screaming of woman and the boisterous cheering of men.

He dusted himself off before walking outside, that's when Klaus saw it.

The men were drinking singing folk songs and we're playfully wrestling with each other some men were cooking large venison and rabbit while also cooking stews, some of the other men were painting and sewing. All the woman were smiling laughinh holding each other's hands dancing around the fire. The kids were playing with sticks and branches pretending they had real swords an were in real combat, sometimes their father would join the playful fighting an would pretend to die an be helpless.

Klaus frowned, this wasn't at all like his clan, it wasn't at all like his family. Klaus clan had to follow a curfew, they had to be in their tent by sundown, the woman are the only one aloud to sow, cook and deal with the children. And their was no celebration. ever. He loved to have the childhood these children seemed to have.

Klaus's eyes scanned the entire camp looking for the leader and finally he saw him.

The leader was sitting in his supposed throne, watching the entertainment, he had a pint of beer in his hand and two women on his lap, he sat with a stoic face while the woman roamed their hands all over the leader.

Klaus walked over to the leader because he was the only person their he sort of knew, the leader noticed him walking towards them and signaled the woman away. They reluctantly got off his lap and joined the other woman dancing.

"I thought I told you to sleep boy."

Klaus rolled his eyes "I wanted to see what everyone was doing."

It was the leaders turn to roll his eyes "don't you want to go home child?"

"uhm sort of, but Im afraid of my father, he will hit me if I return."

The leaders eyes softened.

"sit here boy" Klaus sits on the floor below the leader throne and looks up at him.

"I was like you once boy, my father beated me degraded me-" he took a sip of his beer "One day he murdered my mother in cold blood, that was when I realized there was nothing wrong with me and that I was good enough, it was my father who was flawed. I killed him when I was 15 and since then I rebuilt the empire he failed to protect and I gained the respect of my people now look at them-" Klaus looked at all the happy people, he noticed they weren't at all like his dull and unlively clan "now we live in prosperity, never having to go through another day of famine and torture, never having to be defined and told we cannot, we are virtue."

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Every day since then Niklaus Mikealson would go the the opposing Clans encampment, stay their and go back home when the sun rises.

The person he called 'The Leader' became his father, Not by blood but by heart, Klaus also learned his true name the leaders true name is Lu-Ka Marrow, also pronounced as Luka. To Luka, Klaus was like the son he never had.

Sadly Luka ended up being betrayed by Klaus, his father Mikael had threatened to kill his younger sister Rebekah if he didn't give up Lukas location. Mikael and his army stormed into the Clans camp in the middle of the night and slayed each and every Woman, Child and man. Luka was took prisoner an beaten for days, Luka finally met his death when the Mikealson Clan threw him in a fire, burning him to death, all while Klaus cried for his true father. Klaus was only 17 when Luka who was 32 died.

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