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twopoppies · 3 years ago

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alright currently on the train writing this through my tears but oh my god gina it was honestly surreal

i was near the back and there were loads of tall people (my 5ft1 ass could NEVER) so i couldn't see super well but istg i didn't even need to

the energy, the sound, the people all around us, i was just completely enveloped into this atmosphere of just... love, and acceptance, and understanding. not to be a larrie but it just felt like coming home. there were a few moments were i just closed my eyes and just focused on like feeling everyone, all the happiness, the music, i just let myself enjoy it with something other than my eyes and it was absolutely magical.

JHO was pretty special to me too, cause it's the song that quite literally saved me, stopped me multiple times from just ending it when things got tough, and hearing him sing just felt like it was all worth it and that i could do anything. he makes me feel invincible.

everyone screamed all three "LARRY"s during 7, the princess park line legitimately shook the entire venue and everyone around me screamed it at the top of their lungs, the U R OUR BECAUSE project went down perfectly and he looked so happy seeing us hold the signs, the amount of rainbows and rainbow lights during OTB just made me bawl it was so good, and THE LIGHTS DURING TWO YOUNG. the videos do not do it justice, he looks like an actual angel standing in front of the doors of heaven singing us in, it was something of a religious experience tbh.

now onto my het hours cause we need those sometimes.

the 7 high note and SECond to MAself absolutely killed me omg he's so hot it's like sorry h but PLEASE RAIL ME. matt? sir you are so fucking fine just say the word and i'm on my knees. michael? i don't know whether i should tell you to keep doing your riffs or to stop cause but either way if you need a dog i can bark. isaac? ✨isaac✨ i have no words. steve? we need more big screen videos of steve smiling along while he plays the drums and looking surprised every time we sing. tommy from otp? sir, may have your hand in marriage please? your vibes are absolutely immaculate

speaking of otp, they were so good!! they really know how to warm up a crowd, there was also a project for every song i ever wrote (which was honestly amazing) and i just had so much fun. we were jumping around all the time, singing, dancing, yelling, then crying a little at ceasefire but oh well, it's still amazing

now for the little things i noticed cause my anxiety made me hyperaware of everything so i tried to direct that to the stage, lights, and louis, instead of the people around me.

otp had very clear blue and green lights for about half of the second song, to the point where i was cautiously suspicious cause it didn't seem to fit the vibe of their poster. then whenever the lights went down to announce a new song there were lights in the back that i think flashed blue and green, but it could also have just been a sort of turquoise almost, not completely sure due to the distance so take with a grain of salt. he was also very happy when we screamed the princess park line so keep it up!!

paramedics came through the crowd a good couple times, and we had to stop the show once when he started fearless for the first time cause someone passed out (which, like, i feel bad for this, but het hours part 2 when he said "stop the show" and everyone legitimately stopped everything...i get why he's the dom, i get it) but we got back pretty soon

i met some awesome people, they were just so nice!! and everyone was pretty kind, signaled immediately when someone went down, and were pretty diligent about passing around water and making sure people around, strangers or not, were alright. so i'm pretty proud of us for that ngl.

i also got louis grey and green world tour hoodie cause it looked extremely comfortable and i figured yk why not, this might be the only time i get to go, you never know what's gonna happen, so might as well get something to make me happy (it did, it made me very happy, it's extremely warm and comfortable even if it was 70 fucking francs. worth it.) the cool thing (and by cool i mean panic) was that while standing in front of the barriers in front of the merch store, and pretty girl got all up on my back like pressed against me all proper and just went "sorry, hope i'm not bothering you, there's just loads of people trying to push me"

sweetheart you can push into me any day any time oh my god that felt like the start of my fanfic love story

(it wasn't, i just said "don't worry, you can stay as close as you want", enjoyed ten minutes of uninterrupted cuddle time with you i've now dubbed The Gay That Got Away, and then regretfully left cause i was late to catch the next train)

so all in all, it was an amazing experience that i hope everyone gets the chance to enjoy at least once in their life, i made a ton of friends, managed not to have an anxiety attack (at least so far, but i'm feeling pretty good about everything) and i no longer have a voice, pretty much constant bi panic throughout everything but i'm not even mad about it. it was awesome. 10/10 would do again

(also peep my larry red string of fate concert shirt cause it got a decent amount of attention and i'm very proud of it)

hahahha! This is lovely. Thank you so much for sharing you show with us! I love the t-shirt. Sounds like a great time.

#lt tour zurich #fan reports

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princesshawkins · 4 years ago

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MERICCUP MONTH 2020 Week 1, Day 2; “I love you in a letter”  Merida was sitting on her bed as she was sharpening her sword and keeping it nice and polished, like always. When suddenly her maid Mardy came in with a big smile on her face.  “Your majesty ye have a letter here for yeuuu.” she said eagerly to give it to the princess. Merida groaned  “Ugh Mardy I alreadyy told ye I dont want ye callin’ me yo majesty ! and I dont care ‘bout any shtupid letter, they’re just from those shtupid suitors that my mother has wrote to” she exclaimed with a annoyed look on her face. “oh but but this letter looks like someting even better if i do say so maself” mardy said trying to convince the princess to take the letter as she got closer. Merida refused to acknowledge it when suddenly in the corner of her eye she saw the name.. “Hiccup…” she said under her breath, she felt the butterflies in her stomach begin to flutter around. she tried to act nonchalant about it, holding back as much as she could not to snatch the letter from the tray in a hurry. “um…thank yu mardy….I tink I will take it” merida said giving her maid a small smile.  “i knew yu would” she giggled “and dont worry i wont tell da queen about thee letter” she promised as she left, closing the door behind her. Merida giggle and thanked her then quickly rushed to open the letter… it read: “ Dear my beloved Merida, Bet you thought this letter was another stupid letter from the other suitors haha, but hopefully mardy convinced you to take it and now you’re reading it…” Merida rolled her eyes and giggled at the thought that he knew her too well  she then continued to read it. “I hope you’re doing good and not giving your mom a hard time with the whole arranged marriage. I know its not the best thing ever, but I’ve been thinking about it and I think you should go through with it….” Merida couldn’t believe what she was reading! How could he say that?! and in a letter ! He couldn’t face her ! thoughts started to play in her head, did he find someone else ? what had happened to all the promises he had made her, saying that he wouldn’t stop till they could be together, was it all a lie?? Merida started boiling with anger, and tears started to build up in her eyes from the thought that she wouldn’t and couldn’t be with the only person she could ever imagine her self being with, and who accepted her for who she was but no, she couldn’t just stop there, she needed to keep reading and see what his reasons were to say such absurd things…  “Your parents will never let us be together, you need a true King to rule by your side, one that is worthy for you. Someone that will truly fight for you and stand up for what is right, just like you do for what you believe in. Someone that loves those big blue eyes and firey red hair, that melts at every touch of yours and can’t stand to be away from you even for a second and to really know the real you, not just your princess side but the REAL side of you, the brave and fierce side but also nurturing, and love everything about you. A real Love. Now you must be thinking that I must be crazy and questioning the promises I made, but those promises are going to be made. Because I am that man that WILL be your King…” Merida was so confused and didn’t understand a word this man was saying but she continued… “ I’m competing for your hand. And I WILL Win. No one is going to stop me and your parent wont be able to interfere. My father has named me Cheif of Berk, I’m the Dragon king and I have defeated the Red Death. I still might be a Viking but I’m willing to take the chance of going to Scotland. Even if it kills me, because….. I love you Merida of DunBroch.  I’ve loved you since i first saw you in the woods when we were little, I’ve loved you since i can remember. You are my everything and I’m going to fight for that love. see you soon my love. Love, Hiccup Horrendous Harddock III ”  Meridas tears of sadness became tears of joy and a big grin grew on her face, she couldn’t believe it hiccup was going to actually fight for her. And she was not letting anyone stop him either. And if he was coming to Scotland everyone would have to go through her to get to him. “I love you too hiccup…” she whispered to herself hugging the letter to her chest. ___________________________________ Woohoo day 2 hope you guys like this it took me a while to come up with it ! hope it not too bad xD

#mericcup #mericcupmonth2020 #mericcupmonth #meridaxhiccup #meridaandhiccup #disney/non crossover #crossovers #3ddisneycrossover

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katedoesfics · 5 years ago

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Shadows of the Yiga | Chapter 26

Glittering Cloud - Imogen Heap

I'm not always like this, it's something I've become. A terrible weakness, in my nature, in my blood. Save me, oh save me, save me from myself, before I hurt somebody else again.

When Paya returned from warding the property, she found them gathered inside around a long table. A map was rolled open on the dining room table, and a tablet sat on top of the map. Zelda’s fingers scrolled along the tablet with one hand, and the other hand, she pointed to various places on the map as she explained the whereabouts of the Yiga Clan. She stood in the doorway, and Talon peered in over her shoulder.

“It seems my place is now the base of their secret operations,” he said. “Yer one of the good Sheikah, right?”

Paya nodded and smiled.

“Good,” he said as he straightened. “Don’t need ta get maself in trouble for harboring a wanted hero, yanno.” He shook his head as he continued on, not wanting anything to do with whatever plans they were brewing in his home.

Zelda turned her gaze to Paya. “Is the place warded?”

“Yes,” Paya said as she stepped into the room.

“Good.” Zelda turned back to the map. “Now that we know where their base is, we need to come up with a plan to infiltrate and destroy them.”

“What about fixing Link?” Riju asked. “Shouldn’t we do that first?”

“The Yiga Clan is our priority,” Link said.

“And what if they have a way to fix you?” Daruk asked.

“Do you really think the people that want to turn the hero against all of Hyrule will have a secret antidote?” Revali sneered. “What good would that do them?”

Kit nodded. “Way too convenient,” he said. “It won’t be that simple.”

Zelda hesitated. She didn’t exactly want to tell them the truth; not just yet. As long as she was outside of the city, she needed to keep up her disguise as Sheik. And she wasn’t ready to return to the city anytime soon. She knew Link needed to be saved, and quickly. She had hoped that the Champions could take out the Yiga Clan, and she could get her hands on the slate at the same time. If they knew about the slate, she feared they would be too focused on finding it, too distracted to appropriately deal with the Yiga Clan and thus putting them in danger. Not only that, but with the Champions attacking, it would leave the Yiga Clan distracted as well, giving her a chance to find the slate. Of course, her friends were too stubborn to make her plan so simple for her. To her relief, however, Paya stepped in.

“There's a spring,” Paya said. “In the Faron region. The spring of Farore. She is the embodiment of the Triforce of Courage. If there's a way we can help him, I'm sure it will be there.”

“Don’t you think we should try that first?” Daruk asked. His eyes narrowed on Sheik. “And then we can go after the Yiga Clan.”

“He’s right,” Mipha said. “We don’t know how long…”

“How long until the darkness takes over,” Riju finished for her. She wiggled her fingers in the air. “We don’t stand a chance against Dark Link.”

Link crossed his arms. “The Yiga Clan need to be dealt with first,” he said.

“They are a threat,” Revali said in agreement. “And there’s a very good chance there is no fix for Link. We can’t waste our time. If we eliminate the Yiga Clan first, then we’ll have all the time in the world to search for a cure.”

“And what if he turns on us before we can do that?” Urbosa asked.

“If I turn, I’m a dead man, anyway,” Link said fiercely. “And you’ll need to kill me along with the Yiga Clan.”

Urbosa frowned. “But if we can prevent you from turning -”

“I want them dead!” Link shouted. His fist slammed against the table. “I’m not fucking dying until I know they’re dead!”

The room fell silent. His words sat heavily in their minds as they turned their gazes to the map on the table. After a moment, Zelda spoke.

“I strongly urge you to take out the Yiga Clan now while you still can.”

“Who the fuck are you, anyway?” Revali sneered. He turned his angry gaze to Paya. “Why would you bring this random guy along?”

“Because Aunt Purah trusts him,” she said. “He has more intel on the Yiga Clan than anyone else.”

“Except for Dorian,” Daruk pointed out. “That guy’s actually working for them.”

“Look,” Zelda started. “I’ve been tailing them for a long time. They’re not only trying to get their hands on Link and Zelda, but they’re trying to restore the Shrine of Resurrection.”

“Zelda mentioned something about that awhile ago,” Urbosa said.

“It’s useless without an item called the Sheikah Slate,” Zelda said. “The Yiga Clan stole it from Purah. I was tasked to retrieve it.”

“Could it fix Link?” Mipha asked.

“We don’t know,” Paya admitted.

“Why didn’t you say something before?” Revali scowled.

“Because this is a mission that’s far too delicate for everyone to be involved,” Zelda said. “I know what I’m looking for. I can’t have you all tagging along and getting in my way.” She hesitated. “My hope was that you would take on the Yiga Clan and provide the distraction I need to get in, get the slate, and get out.”

“That sounds reasonable,” Daruk said with a nod.

“You could have mentioned that in the beginning,” Riju said, rolling her eyes.

“I know how you work,” Zelda said. “You think you can do everything yourselves.”

“I’d prefer that,” Revali said. “I don’t trust you. What are you going to do with the slate once you get your hands on it?”

“Purah and I will bring it to the shrine,” Zelda said. “If we can get it to work, we might be able to use it to our advantage.”

“What do the Yiga think they’re going to do with it, anyway?” Kit asked.

“It’s a healing shrine,” Paya said. “If they succeed in bringing Ganondorf back, they can use it to keep him alive and make him stronger.”

“Oh, is that all?” Kit muttered.

“So, it’s settled, then?” Urbosa asked. “We go in, destroy the Yiga, get the slate, and get out.”

“What if the shrine doesn’t work?” Riju asked.

“We can try the spring,” Paya said.

“And what if that doesn’t work?” Revali added.

Zelda frowned. She recalled Paya’s words to her. You must accept his death as a very real possibility. There may be nothing we can do to stop this.

“You need to kill me,” Link said, his eyes cast down on the table. “If there is no way to fix this, you need to kill me before I destroy Hyrule.”

Zelda’s lips pressed together. She pulled her gaze off of Link.

“There’s a very real possibility that this cannot be undone,” Paya said softly. “That is something you all need to accept.”

Revali grit his teeth together. “What are we doing wasting our time here?” he muttered. “Don’t we have a slate to find?”

“We need to talk to Zelda,” Urbosa said. “Is she aware of any of this? She should be here.”

“The Yiga Clan are searching for her,” Paya said. “She cannot be a part of this. She’ll be walking right into her death.”

“She needs to know what is going on.”

“I will keep her informed,” Paya said.

Revali regarded Paya and Sheik with wary skepticism. “Where is she?”

Paya hesitated. “She’s in the city.”

Revali drew his bow. “What did you do with her?”

“Revali,” Urbosa warned. “What are you doing?”

“Zelda has been gone for almost a week,” he hissed.

“What makes you think that?” Paya asked carefully.

“A trustworthy source,” he said as he narrowed his eyes on them. “Said she went out to try to find a way to fix Link.”

Link’s eyes darted to Sheik and Paya. His lips pulled back angrily and he quickly drew his weapon.

“Teba,” Zelda muttered.

Revali’s gaze narrowed further. “If you so much as touch him -” But he didn’t bother finish. He let his arrow loose, but Paya was quick to throw her arm to the side, throwing the arrow off course where it plunged into the wall.

“Enough!” Zelda shouted. “For the love of Hylia, Revali! I will kill you myself! I’m Zelda!”

Revali held his gaze on them. “Of course you are,” he sneered.

Sheik crossed his arms, and at that moment, Zelda’s piece of the Triforce began to glow on his hand. The room was quickly cast in a blinding light, causing the Champions to shield their eyes with their arms. When the light subsided, Zelda stood before them, right where Sheikah once stood. She regarded them with exhaustion.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Revali barked.

“The Yiga Clan are hunting me,” she hissed. “I can’t exactly just waltz around Hyrule, you know!” Her hands balled into fists at her side. “Why do you have to ruin everything? You’re all so damn stubborn!”

Link sighed and pocketed his weapon. “We’re stubborn?” he said. “You took off without us.”

“Like I said,” Zelda sneered. “I know what I need to get. You’ll all just slow me down and fuck everything up.”

“Hey,” Riju started. “We’re a team. We’re capable of doing this together.”

“You’re not part of this,” Urbosa hissed at her. She turned to Zelda. “But she’s right. You could have told us what you were doing.”

“Would you have stopped me?”

“Yes,” Link said. “Do you know the danger you put yourself in?”

“No one had a clue who I was,” Zelda said firmly. “I was not in any danger.”

Link threw his arms up in exasperation. He turned and left the room, making his way outside to fume angrily. Zelda was the first to follow him outside, with the others on her heels.

“Look,” she said when she reached him outside. “We’re on thin fucking ice right now. My father will do anything to get his hands on you. He will kill you if he has the chance. I’m doing everything I can to keep that from happening.”

“You went behind my back,” he hissed. “You could have gotten killed.”

“We didn’t confront them,” Zelda said. “We simply found their hideout. I never planned on going in without you guys. But we couldn’t exactly all go into that damn desert searching for something. I had an opportunity and I took it. And now we know where they are. Now we can take them on and get what we need.”

“You lied to me!”

“I didn’t lie,” Zelda snapped. “Goddesses, Link. You want so badly to be a part of this, but there’s nothing you can do. Don’t you see that? You’ll just get in our way! We can’t defend you and try to defeat the Yiga Clan. Stay out of this!”

Link stared at Zelda, his anger boiling through him and clouding his mind. He cursed under his breath. He was losing control. He could feel the darkness taking over him again. He dropped to his knees as it surged through him. Zelda dropped beside him, calling to him, but he could no longer hear her voice.

Mipha pulled Zelda backwards and out of the way as the darkness took over Link. His red eyes flashed up at them, and he lunged at them. Daruk’s red barrier quickly sprung up around them, knocking Link backwards, and Link turned his furious gaze around to the rest of his friends. They stepped back warily as he regarded them. He lunged at Revali, who was the closest to him, but Revali was quicker, stepping out of the way and letting his elbow smash the back of his head.

Link stumbled forward, but was quick to catch his balance. He threw his arm to the side and the ground began to tremble. But before he could finish his attack, Revali lunged at him, his blade slicing across his gut. He turned and caught Link as he fell backwards, his arm wrapping around his neck. But a strong force shot out from Link’s body, and Revali was thrown backwards into the side of the barn, where he fell limp.

But before Link could turn around to make his next attack, Daruk pinned him against the wall. His strong hand wrapped around Link’s throat. Link struggled against him, but even in his powerful, darkened state, his strength did not match Daruk's. Daruk pressed against him until Link began to choke and sputter under the pressure to his chest and neck. Only then did his struggles slow and quiet, and Daruk loosened his hold slightly.

“Come on,” he growled to Link. “Snap out of it!”

Link's red eyes narrowed on Daruk, and once more his struggling resumed. Every time he pushed against Daruk, he pushed back harder, stronger, until Daruk's grip fell away and he stumbled backwards. He looked up in horror as Link approached him, and he immediately surrounded himself with his red shield.

Link raised his left hand. The Triforce piece that once shone brightly had turned dark and began to pulse. Link thrust his hand to the side, causing a force to thrust Daruk off his feet and sliding against the ground until he hit a clustering of boulders, hard enough to cause them to shatter and crumble.

He picked up his dagger and his gaze fell upon his next target. Mipha stood with her own dagger in hand, held up in warning, but Link ignored the shaking dagger as he stepped forward.

“Link,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Don't do this. I know you're in there, Link. Fight it!”

She gripped the dagger with both hands as he closed in until the tip of the blade rested against his chest.

“I won't do it,” she sobbed softly. “Please, Link. Don't make me do it.” She pressed the dagger harder into him, only enough to slightly break the skin.

Link looked down at the dagger, then back up to meet Mipha's gaze. In one, swift movement, he knocked the blade from her grasp and wrapped his fingers around her throat. Mipha clawed desperately at his hands as she gasped for air, but his fingers only tightened, cutting off her airway completely. She could feel herself fading fast at the hands of the man she loved. She met his gaze, but she could not see the blue eyes she had once found comfort in. She choked out his name one last time, pleading with him.

And then his grip loosened. His hand fell away from her throat and she collapsed to the ground, gasping desperately for air. Her hand moved to her throat, bruised and tender from his hard grasp, and she rubbed her fingers against the marks that were left there.

“Mipha.”

Her gaze met familiar blue eyes. Link stepped backwards, his face whitened in horror at the realization at what he had done.

“Link,” she breathed. “You're okay.”

Link took another step backwards, his head shaking. He quickly looked around himself. Revali was unconscious on the ground. Daruk was still on the ground, groaning as he tried to sit up. Paya, Zelda, Urbosa, Riju, and Kit stood grouped together, Paya at the front to defend them. He dragged his palms down his face, muttering to himself.

Mipha hurried to her feet, grabbing his wrist in her hand. “Link-”

Link pulled his wrist out of her grip. “Don't!”

Mipha hesitated, her arm still stretched out towards him. “Link...”

“Stay away from me,” he hissed. “Don't you fucking come near me.”

“Link,” Mipha begged. “Wait a minute. Please. Just wait.”

Link's eyes darted around once more. His friends regarded him warily, watching his every move. And as they should be; he had tried to kill them all.

His stomach churned sickeningly and his head began to spin. He took another step backwards, his heel hitting the edge of his blade. His eyes moved to the dagger and in that moment, he saw his only escape. He scooped up the dagger, holding it out before him, his hands shaking. He took another step backwards, followed by another, then another, until he hit the wall of the barn.

“No!” Mipha shouted to him.

But before Link could plunge the blade into him, it was knocked out of his hands. Revali was suddenly at his side, hunched over in pain and gasping for breath, but the blade was now in his hands. Revali dropped to his knees, but glanced up at Link with fury in his eyes. His lips pulled back in a pained snarl.

“Don’t think you’re doing us any favors,” he hissed. He tossed the blade aside as Mipha hurried over to them and started to heal him. From across the way, Daruk was already back on his feet.

Before Link could even think to react further, Kit was pulling his arm and guiding him away from the others. His hand gripped his shoulder hard when they stopped, and Link realized then how weak his knees felt, though he forced himself to remain on his feet.

“I can’t do this,” Link said softly. “I’ll kill someone. I can’t, Kit. I can’t.”

“Stop,” Kit hissed. “They won’t let you, alright? You know that. We can fix this.”

Link glanced warily at Mipha. She and Revali were both on their feet again. Revali regarded him carefully, but Link’s gaze was on the bruise on Mipha’s neck. She tore her gaze away and her hand moved to her neck to cover it.

Zelda jumped as her phone rang. Her fingers fumbled for the phone in her pocket, answering it quickly when she saw Teba’s name on the screen. She answered with a simple “Yeah?” Her brows furrowed as she listened. Her head nodded and after a moment, she ended the call.

“We need to get back to the city,” she said, turning to Paya and Urbosa. “We won’t be long. When we get back, we’re going straight to the Yiga Clan.” She met Urbosa’s gaze. “Don’t let him out of your sight.”

Urbosa nodded wordlessly and in a snap, Paya and Zelda were gone.

#loz #botw #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #fic #fanfic #soty #shadows of the yiga #soty26

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kingjamesonfawkes · 7 years ago

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A trade with the darling @jailbird-junkrat-writes

A filthy junker stalker saves you from certain death and calls on you to pay him back for it.

The scrawny Junker had been watching you for sometime, He could be stealthy, when he needed to, and could hide his thin and agile body quickly if your suspicions were raised. He would follow you, that was the easy part; the hard part for him was stopping himself from mumbling under his breath, stifling his tittering laughter that was always at the tip of his tongue threatening to jump out, the hard part was stifling anything that would alert you to his presence. You didn’t even know he existed, but he had seen you and became instantly enamored with you;, love at first sight, he would call it. He wanted you desperately, would do anything for you. He wanted to touch you, taste you, smell you. He wanted to feel his mouth on your neck, wanted to mark you as his. And like a predator stalking his prey, he bid his time in waiting for an opportunity.

You weren’t careful enough, and your trail was easy for him to follow, tracking your movements as you searched for quality scrap across the outback. So it was no surprise that he was there when it happened, except maybe to you.

You were scavenging through a building, Junkrat nearby, hiding around walls, turned over desks, any sort of debris that he could get coverage to get closer to you, to hear you breathe, to smell your scent, distinct and fresh in the stale air of the abandoned building. You were sifting through the contents of a desk, tossing the rubbish on the ground as you decided what was and was not worth your time. Finding small treasures, you stowed them away in your backpack, and slung it back over your shoulder, ready to move on to the next abandoned cubical when you heard the door, that lead from the outside hallway to the office space you were in now, slam open. You snapped your head around to see them enter, four junkers, looking as if they belonged to a gang in the area, and suddenly you realized that you hadn’t been careful when you saw the building, and didn’t stop to check to see whose territory you were in. This was bad, and you knew it.

The largest of the four pointed at you, and two of them quick to jump over desks and fallen chairs to get to you, traversing the area like it was nothing. The large one had a shotgun in hand, and the woman next to him held what could only be described as a sniper rifle in her hand, sure it looked homemade and pieced together, but it was definitely long ranged, and definitely pointed at you. The agile two, jumping over desks towards you, seemed to be holding butterfly knives, spinning them dramatically as they approached.

The next thing you heard was an explosion as a bomb shot past your face and into the junker with the sniper rifle, knocking her back off her feet, and leaving her wounded and bloody, a hole in her chest and her body slumped against the wall. Where had that come from? You were alone in the room and there was no exits other than the one in front of you. Before you could wonder anymore, another shot fired from behind you, hitting one of the smaller junkers, the one coming from your right, knocking him over a desk, he was out of view but you’d imagine his state was much the same as the sniper. You scrambled to reach your gun, everything had happened so fast that you hadn’t thought to arm yourself until now, but the other small junker grabbed you from behind, knife at your throat, ready for word from the boss, you were sure.

The Larger junker fired a shot from his shotgun into the space to your right, which spurred a voice behind you.

“OI!” The voice yelled, and now you turned to see him, he was standing tall and had his frag launcher poised at the ready. He had dirty blonde hair that was streaked with soot and oil, bald in patches from the radiation that ailed everyone in the outback, and also probably burned off in places based on his current position, covered in soot as far as you could see.

He fired two shots at the larger junker, one went over his shoulder and the man laughed, “Missed me, ya drongo,” He said, as the bomb bounced off the wall behind him and hit him in the back of the head, blowing the back of his skull with an explosion and crack of bone. The second bomb hit him square in the chest, tearing him open, his chest a gaping bloody hole. The combination of them took him out, and his body hit the ground with a loud thud.

He turned his attention now to the junker holding a knife to your throat, “Betta’ let’m go,” He warned, cackling at the junker, who you could tell was scared, seeing the man just kill his three companions. “Tha’ ones mine,” He said, his grin sinister and possessive. You didn’t know this man and the face he made when he called you his made your blood run cold.

“Drop tha knife,” He said, “Or yer gonna get a taste of whatcha mates did.”

The junker looked at his fallen friends, tense and dripping with sweat, before pulling back and backing away from you. “‘Ave, ‘Im! He ain’t worth my life, ya bushranger,” He spat at the junker.

Once he was far enough away from you for Junkrat, which you would have preferred a little more distance, he shot a bomb at this junker too, blowing off his leg from the knee down and knocking him to the ground.

Junkrat approached as the man on the ground wailed in pain, clutching the gorey and bloody stump of his leg. “Guess we ‘ave different opinions on tha worth of yer life.”

As he approached the junker on the ground, you saw he had a prosthetic himself, a peg leg, and his gait was uneven and rocking as he walked toward the man. He stomped on the stump of the man’s leg with his heavy boot, and twisted his ankle back and forth, making the man cry out in pain. He aimed the frag launcher at the man’s head, point blank, and shot off one last bomb at his face, blowing his head off his shoulders.

He turned his attention to you, reloading his weapon with bombs from a satchel at his hip, he made eye contact with you, laughing wildly at the situation that had just taken place.

“Suppose I should introduce maself,” He said, offering his hand, the orange metal gleaming in the light filtering in through the cracks in the ceiling. He acted as if you weren’t a bit freaked out by the situation, as if this was a normal introduction between two people. “M’name’s Junkrat!”

But you supposed, you did owe him your life, even if his possessive tone made you question his intentions.

“M’name’s--” you started speaking, taking his metal hand in a handshake, before he interrupted you.

“Nah, no need, luv,” He said, raising his eyebrows and breaking out into the same manic grin he had given the junkers earlier, “I know ‘xactly who ya are.”

His tone made you shudder and you were worried to ask how he knew who you were. Against your better judgement, you ask, as you pulled your hand away, “How do you know who I am, and where did you come from?” You looked around the room now, confirming that there was only the one way in and out.

“I saw ya in the market a coupla weeks ago,” He started, looking away into the distance as if thinking about it, and stroking his chin, “An’ since then, well, ‘been followin’ ya. Ya make it pretty easy, Luv.”

You felt a chill up your spine, how could you not have noticed this man following you, for two weeks no less.

“I better go,” You said, taking a step back from the junker, “Thanks for the help, I really appreciate it, mate.”

“Ah ah, not so fast, boyo,” He said, making his way to block you from the door, “I saved yer life, ain’tcha gonna repay me?”

Your mind was racing through what he could possibly want from you, but you had your worries, knowing that he had been watching you for the last two weeks, and now he was calling you pet names.

And that’s how it had begun.

You were now back in his trailer, which was a mess and barren of most life comforts, even considering you were in the outback. You weren’t sure how he had convinced you, to follow him home, he had worn you down as you tried to leave, following you constantly and nagging on you that you owed him your life, how it was just the way of the world and he could just as easily take that gift away from you.

Feeling pressured by his words, you changed directions and followed him to his house. He tittered happily about all the things he was excited to do with you, sparing you no graphic details, but fearing he would threaten your life again, you complied and followed along, feeling a little bit defeated.

Under normal circumstances, you may have even found him attractive, although a bit excessive in his ways. He had muscles, and his sharp features were unusual, but not unattractive, especially considering you lived in the outback, where most junkers had faces even a mother couldn’t love. But this method of getting your attention, frankly it was terrifying.

He came back into the room he had left you in, which resembled somewhat of a living room, but the majority of it was taken up by a huge work table, which was piled with all manner of scrap and supplies, to build himself new weapons and tools, you imagined. You were sitting in a plastic folding lawn chair, which squeaked when you moved.

“C’mon pet, bed’s ready,” He purred, you could tell he was trying to be seductive, but his tone came off more as a joke than anything. You felt rooted to the chair more than ever, but pulled yourself up, not wanting to know what he would do to you now that he was in familiar ground. The thought of if he would even let you go after this passed through your mind as you followed him to the bedroom, but you tried not to linger on this.

Before you knew it he had you on the bed, he was on top of you, his hands on either side of your head as his mouth as on your neck. He bit you roughly, over and over, sucking your skin and leaving hickies and bite marks wherever his mouth met your skin. He moved from your neck to your shoulder, back to your neck, indecisive of where he wanted to mark you next. You covered your face with your hands, trying not to think about the situation, but a particular bite to the neck made you moan out, and despite yourself his oral work was starting to have an effect on you.

He looked up at you, lifting his bushy eyebrows and giving you a grin, but seeing your face covered he sat up and bit and pushed you arm away from your face with one of his hands.

“Oi, don’t cova up, I wan’ta see that gorgeous face, Luv,” He said, and started biting you again. He had lowered his body to yours now, and you could feel his body heat on yours, and you could feel his growing erection against your thigh. He nibbled on your earlobe, whispering in a rough voice, “Maybe I can getcha to make noises like that again, Pet.”

Leaning on his right elbow, he snaked his hand down your chest and down to your crotch, grabbing your cock roughly with pawing hands, trying to stimulate a response from you. You breathed in a bit, a small noise but enough to get a chuckle out of him and encourage him to go on. He leaned his side against the bed, laying his body close to yours and pulling up your shirt with his prosthetic arm, and leaning his head down to nip and suck at your chest. He caught your nipple and bit down, quite a bit harder than you would have liked, and you gasped, closing your eyes tight, this making him laugh as well.

His hand massaging your cock through your pants was having his intended effect, and he felt you stiffen in his hands, “Oh that’s it, Darl’,” He said, “I knew ya wanted this.”

You stifle a moan as he slid his hand into the waistband of your pants, touching your stiffening dick with his fingertips and teasing you as he left hickies across your chest. He was grinding himself against your thigh, impatient for stimulation. He had barely started touching you before he pulled his hands out of your pants.

He moved now, standing and undressing hurriedly, and throwing his shorts to the ground. He got back on the bed, placing his knees on either side of your head, leaning over on his left arm, so his dick was poised at your lips, the tip had a welling drip of precum that threatened to drip down to your lips at any second.

“C’mon now, giv’ ‘im a taste,” He said, taking his cock in the metal of his right hand and pressing it to your lips, smearing the precum across them. When you reluctantly opened he flashed a grin down at you as he watched you take the head into your mouth, “Tha’s a good pet,” He trilled in delight.

He let go of his cock, pressing deeper into your mouth with pressure from his hips. The metal hand trailing across your cheek and snaking up into your hair, where he pulled your head up, fucking your mouth slowly to start, the fingers in your hair gripping tightly and pulling.

He got rougher quickly, he was loud, groaning and moaning above you. You strained to look up to his face, you saw him staring intently at your face, watching his cock pump in and out of your mouth, his tongue hanging from his lips and eyes heavily lidded. He pressed in particularly deep and felt you gag on his cock, which elicited a new string of groans from his lips, laughing sporadically between them, hearing you gag on his cock was driving him quickly to his orgasm. You hated to admit it to yourself, and would never say it outloud, but being treated like a toy by this criminal was having a reaction on your body, making your strain against the material of your pants.

Before he made himself cum in your throat, he pulled his cock out and leaned over you, his weight now resting on both hands. His cock was dripping with your saliva and his precum, giving it a shine in the light pouring in through the window to his room.

“Woo, I gotta do that again,” He said to himself more than to you.

He hopped up and climbed off the bed again, his hard cock bouncing with his movements. He moved around to pull your pants off of your body, throwing them to the ground near his own. Seeing your cock spring forth he raised his eyebrows at you with a grin, and grabbed it with his left and, stroking you roughly. He held his own cock in his right hand, stroking it in a similar rhythm. Seeing him look at you, you covered your face again, he made a tutting noise at you, and let go of your cock to slap your thigh.

“Wha’d I say about coverin’ up, Pet,” He said, “Am I gonna hafta tie ya up?”

He lingered on the idea for a second, before you burst out, “No! No!” And moved your hands away from your face.

“Ahh, nex’ time then,” He muttered, looking a little disappointed, but he didn’t want to pull out all the stops on just his first time with a new pet. His hand going back to roughly stroking your cock in his hand for a moment. You stifled a moan, biting your lip, you didn’t want him to know you were enjoying this, you didn’t want to spur him to go any farther, but your face betrayed you, and he let out a chortle.

He let go of your cock, and you tried not to whimper, missing the sensation immediately. He lifted your legs flush against his chest, ankles hitting his shoulders. He wrapped his right arm around them, holding you in place with a firm grip that didn’t let you struggle away from him, and with his left hand positioned his dick at your ass.

Without warning he pushed in, filling you with his whole length, you felt his balls hit your ass as he bottomed out, and you yelped, not ready for his cock, but he didn’t seem to mind that you hadn’t been prepared at all. Feeling the sting of tear at your eyes, you closed them tightly. Your stomach clenched and body tight as he pulled out again, trying to relax and prepare yourself for his next thrust, but finding it hard against the initial pain of his penetration.

As he thrust in again, you found yourself making small noises as he rocked his hips to yours. He was rough and animalistic, not quite like anyone you had ever fucked before. His noises were just as animalistic as his rhythm, and loud. He gripped your legs tightly, his metal hand on your thigh gripping tightly, and you were sure it would leave a bruise.

You were starting to get used to his size, despite his rough tempo and demanding force, and you heard yourself moaning before you could stop it, which spurred him on again.

“Feelin’ nice, Pet?” He groaned, not really looking for an answer, “I’m gonna make ya sing.”

You moaned, louder this time, as he wrapped his hand around your cock, stroking you in time with his thrusts into you. It was getting to be too much for you, and you gripped the dirty sheets of his bed desperately.

“Tha’s it, tha’s it, give in,” He groaned at you, watching your face with intent as he pounded you, his fingers working magic on your cock, his thumb rolling across the head and teasing the tip.

“Gettin--” you stuttered out, your moans slipping out, “close,” your face was flushed, hating yourself for enjoying what he was doing to your body, hating him for doing it.

“Why didn’ ya say so, Pet?” He growled with a chuckle, speeding up his thrusts, slamming against you with more force.

You felt yourself tighten before your orgasm, your back arching and toes curling, before your cum spilled from your cock onto your chest and stomach, dripping down to his hand. He rode your orgasm hard, speaking dirty to you, but you couldn’t focus on the words he said, focusing on the pleasure hitting you in waves.

As your head cleared from your orgasm, you heard him make a loud animalistic noise as he slammed deep into you and hunched over he bit the calves of your leg, and you felt him release his cum inside you, each spurt making his continued thrusts more fluid and sloppy.

He rode out his orgasm inside you, groaning out a mantra of “Mine, Mine, Mine,” as he did.

When he was finished he pulled out, and released your legs, you let them fall where gravity took them, not quite having the energy to fight it. You lay in the bed as he got up, and threw you a dirty looking rag to clean up with. You touched your face, feeling disgusted with yourself and realizing that you had been crying, feeling the wet on your cheeks and eyes.

“Nex’ time’ll be even betta, My Pet,” Junkrat said, looking proud of himself as he pulled his grimy shorts back up and fastened them closed, “Don’ worry, yer mine now and I’ll take care of ya.”

#junkrat x reader #junkrat #reader #male reader #dubcon #yandere #gore #blood #stalking #this is... so long...#i went 1300 words over our limit im sorry....

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