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miss-kittys-magical-library · 4 years ago

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Last Christmas

Word Count: 2372

Warnings: Mild violence and blood some angst or is it whomp?

A/N: This one was a fun write. I need to thank @robertsheehanownsmyass for being my sounding-board, always, and for helping me with ideas! Chapter 1: God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman can be found here

Chapter 2: The Fairytale of New York

It's not that Violet meant to kill Nathan. Yet here she was, at 4:30 in the morning holding him on her apartment floor while he bled to death. Her lips brushed his freezing forehead as she adjusted his head in her lap.

Not very long before the murder, Violet woke with a start when she heard a door slam. She was drunk still from the never-ending fishbowl drinks bestowed upon her after the win. Brain fuzzy and the room spun as Violet got to her feet and rummaged through the nightstand.

She desperately searched for a missing piece and her kitchen knife. Was someone meant to be with her? Her body screamed with booze and adrenaline as she held the knife aloft venturing into the hallway.

Violet made her way to the living area. A throb grew in her ears that deafened the silence of her apartment. The night flashed before her eyes as her head swam.

How the liquor filled her goblet with just a point of his long finger. Which he told her wasn’t necessary. Just thinking about it often worked. Like how he thought the scantily clad shot girl could use bigger tits, so they inflated a size or two. The dude bro that wolf whistled at Violet and slapped her ass as she walked passed, his tongue literally fell out.

“It's MY job to sexually harass women, NOT yours!” he yelled over the techno. Then casually tossed the body part in the horrified man’s direction. “What's a matter,” he pouted his lips in a kiss, “Sexy bitch got your tongue?!”

Violet furrowed her brows now as she rubbed her pulsing temples. Had they danced? Out in the middle of the crowd, his hands on her waist as she leaned back into him. Both gyrating rhythmically to some rave remix of an 80s song.

“You are the weirdest shaped guy I've ever met!” Violet had shouted. “Like a muscular-armed stick bug”

The strobe lights flashed across his face as he strained to grasp this as an insult or compliment. Instead he took a chance and kissed Violet's neck. She let him.

There was, Violet remembered now, flirting in the back of a cab. She told him drunkenly he had Irish eyes and a green smile.

“No,” she shook her head and laughed. “Green eyes and an Irish smile?”

He laughed but smashed his face into Violet’s. His kisses were wet, sloppy. Too eager and childlike for someone in their twenties. Violet pointed that out as she wedged a hand between his face and her.

“Christ who taught you how to kiss?!” her hand squeezed his cheeks so that his mouth formed an O shape.

“M’maffs teach-a in yee-ah four,” he muffled.

“Your fourth grade teacher French kissed you?!”

“No!” he giggled ��Year four, it’s. I was fifteen.”

“That's sexual assault!” Violet cried.

“Aww only if you don't want it to happen.” He tried to push his mouth into her again, but she literally ducked out of his way. Defeated, he gave up and the rest of the ride was silent.

Back in the present. Out of nowhere from behind, “Hey do you have any blank-”

It was quick. Shocking how easy it was to stab Nathan through the heart. How fate helped Violet sink the knife so deeply into him that her breasts met his bare chest before either understood what was going on.

Nathan’s lower jaw hung open as he started to grunt in pain. A dark pool of blood poured around the weapon. Stark contrast to his pale olive skin. He swayed but steadied himself on Violet’s arms. His demeanor changing instantly from panic to acceptance and his body relaxed.

Violet’s hand still around the knife as a lump formed in her throat. She scrambled out of his grip, sobs and pleas of forgiveness wracked her body as she struggled to find her phone.

“I've got.. to.. to.. to.. Call 9-1-1. It was an accident. Nathan. I'll get someone here-”

“NO!” he bellowed. “No, it'll be ok. I'll..” he winced. “Come back.”

“From what?! I STABBED YOU!”

“Death, sweetheart.” His Irish accent makes the A R sound like the word “Air.” “I've been stabbed in the heart (h-air-t) by women before, but I've never been..” Nathan gesticulated to the knife in his chest.

“ARE YOU MAKING A FUCKING JOKE?! YOU'RE DYING! Oh my God,” Violet’s knees began to buckle but she caught herself on the counter.

“I'm immortal. Christ t’is fucking hurts.” Nathan struggled to breathe. “Was impaled twice. Beat t’death once. I'll be good.”

He continued, “C’mon Vi, give us a hand,” he instructed. His shaking hand unable to grip the hilt of the knife protruding from his chest. “I'll die quicker this way. be back half past or so”

It was so matter of fact. “Pride goeth before the fall” Violet thought.

A cheeky grin deepened the dimples in Nathan’s cheeks as Violet took the carving knife out of his chest. Blood had spilled unexpectedly down the corners of his lips while he slid down the wall. Violet tried her best to catch him. To soften the blow between man and hardwood, but Nathan folded like the scarecrow coming off his pole.

Even more present:

“Joyeux Noël, Violet. You've Committed your first involuntary manslaughter.” Warm tears poured down her cheeks onto Nathan’s face.

Her legs were sticky with his coppery blood, but she kept marveling when her world soon grew quiet without his smart mouth and witty retorts. There was only a faint gurgle of blood that filled his mouth and lungs. How beautiful Nathan would always be to her in this moment because immortality was for vampires and mythology.

She would never forgive him either. It took longer than Nathan insisted, heart still pumped dark crimson into her hand used as a piss-poor tourniquet. But the beating slowed to a stop as Violet absently combed her fingers through his thick hair to soothe her exhausted body into a fitful sleep.

This time it was the heady smell of eggs and sausage that roused Violet from her sleep.

There was humming and singing in a language she didn't know as someone rattled about in the cupboards.

One hand over her eyes, head felt like someone bashed it repeatedly with a drumstick, she came to life. Her mind grabbed at flashes of kisses and a knife and Nathan being dead. The hallway, but this was her couch?

Suddenly she sat straight up, “OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!” Violet's hands and bare thighs were caked in dry blood. She flew off the couch and went to Make it down the hall to the guestroom. But instead she slipped and fell in the coagulated mess on the hardwood floor

“Aw yep,” a harsh Irish lilt quipped from the kitchen. “I meant t’clean that up before ya woke, but I wasn't sure where the supplies were.”

Violet simply laid down on her floor, defeated. “I killed you,” she whispered.

Nathan appeared above her. His shaggy hair fell across his forehead and the goatee and mustache Violet swore he had shaved was back. He consciously fumbled to button his dress shirt that she was certain he wasn't wearing as he lay in her arms.

“You were in your underwear. You were bleeding to death last night in your underwear only,” she sat up grimacing at her blood caked hair.

“I cleaned up the best I could. Told ye it would be half five when I came to. Didn't wanna leave ye on the floor, so I carried ye t’the sofa. Sorta did a bit o’the whore’s bath in your sink.” Nathan mimed washing his body, “Not really comfortable with the whole showering in a strange bird’s gaff without permission.”

Violet stumbled to her feet with Nathan’s help. His reflex to catch her as she slid again in the mess was quick. Their chests pressed together again. His skin against hers as she clung to the seams of his shirt to balance herself. Violet's face flushed. From a hangover or how warm Nathan was. Alive.

“I ran you through with a carving knife. You died in my lap. You turned ice cold and had purple lips and I thought to myself how many times I asked you if you ever shut up.”

“Only when I'm dead,” Nathan absently stroked her hair. Large hand gently rubbed her back and took a chance at getting a squeeze of her ass.

Violet ignored what Nathan did and refused to look at him. Not in those ever changing eyes anyway. Instead she placed her hand flat on Nathan's smooth, if not slightly stained, chest. No gaping wound, heartbeat steady.

Violet's own heart pounded in her ears as the adrenaline from touching him raced through her veins. There was no denying that he was just as beautiful alive.

And no denying that Nathan eagerly tried to crash his mouth into hers, but Violet swerved. “Are those my underwear!?”

Nathan stepped back to pop his shirt up and push his own backside in her direction. “Mine were ruined,” he rubbed himself and bit his entire bottom lip. “Oi they're soft and make my ass look great.” He slapped it for good measure.

“I like you better dead"

Nathan sneered sarcastically and rolled his eyes. His lips moved with no sound coming out but baby babble. "See if I make YOU breakfast again!”

A hot shower and clean clothes later, Violet climbed onto one of the stools at the kitchen island. Her houseguest sat a plate of food and a mug of tea in front of her

“Found some peppermint. Mum says that helps with a hangover.” Dimpled grin before he turned around to finish cleaning up her kitchen.

“Oh,” Violet was taken aback by his thoughtfulness. “Thank you,” she meant it. “Hey! You’re not using magic.”

“Nooo. I'll use it sparingly until I have to give it back. Been right fucking fun while it’s lasted.”

“You’re cleaning my kitchen.”

“Yeah? If you tell us where some brushes and such are, I'll clean the floor next.”

Violet felt a pleasure seep into her bones as she sipped the hot tea. It was nice to have someone to look after her for once. She had time to really watch as Nathan scrubbed the pans he used. She took notice of him biting a cuticle or chewing skin off his lip as he carefully searched her drawers for a towel. He flitted about kind of like a hummingbird; never staying still long enough between tasks.

“Nathan you don't have to do any of this. I know it's just a layover until you're back in London. I The situation isn't exactly ideal. Now that I murdered you, isn't it fucking weird?” Violet questioned around a mouthful of food.

He faced Violet while drying the dishes. “Nah. Been killed loads of times. Impaled twice. Sewer pipe. Metal picket fence. Then had my head bashed in. Stabbed in the heart by a beautiful girl who is a bit dodgy about me kissing her is tops now!” A bright smile crept across his face.

“why are you cleaning then?”

Nathan scratched the back of his head in thought, “Well, so ye don't have t’remember I was ever here.”

Violet’s mouth hung open but she closed it quickly. “Who the fuck would ever want to forget you?” She started to laugh, “I watched your anger literally explode in hundreds of rabbits. I probably drank a hundred bucks of liquor for free. You took a guy’s tongue out for slapping my ass. And you're..”

Nathan leaned on the island top with his chin in one hand, “Immortal?” He wiggled his eyebrows seductively.

“An Irish prick,” Violet cocked her own eyebrow in return. Nathan pouted.

“I've gotta go to the casino. I know someone in the back of the house who found all of your shit. Please just stay here. Can you do that?” She got up to get a bucket and cleaning supplies from the closet.

“Do you know how many movies start with someone saying don't move?!” There was a gleam in his bright green eyes.

“Nathan, I mean it!” she commanded from the bedroom. “I have to go Christmas shopping too. Jesus it's Christmas eve.” She hobbled back into the living room trying to pull a shoe on.

“Fine. But if I find porn anywhere and have a wank out of boredom, that's on you lady!” He mimicked masturbating in her direction.

Violet’s face contorted in disgust as she threw on a leather jacket. “Grow up.”

“Tried that. She ran away with all the money, and I went to prison. When do I meet mum and dad?” shit-eating grin

“They're dead.”

Nathan’s face fell. For once he was momentarily speechless. “My step-dad’s a dog.”

Violet's hand was on her doorknob, but she paused. “Wait.. Like cheats on your mom dog?”

“More like turns into a naked Jack Russell at night with his massive cock out all over town.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“So much. T’anks for asking!” Nathan grabbed Violet by the wrist. He spun his finger in a circle ever so slightly. “Just a bit o’ Christmas magic before you go?”

Violet gasped as a sprig of mistletoe manifested itself above them. A bough of pine spread on either side of the doorway wrapped in tinsel. Little white lights started to twinkle from inside.

“Nathan, it’s beau-” but Violet was interrupted by his mouth covering hers again.

He was softer this time as his hands gripped her waist. His tongue gently slid into her mouth and Violet accepted it. Her body relaxed into him as their lips moved on instinct. But she found herself as quickly as she had gotten lost. She managed to wedge her hands between their bodies so she could push herself away.

“No. Nope. We can't do this. You're leaving the day after tomorrow, and I'm not a fucking Hallmark Christmas movie.”

Nathan brushed his nose against Violet's forehead, “I think it's too late for that.” But she turned abruptly and left him cold by the front door.

“Make yourself at home, okay?” Was all she shouted from the other side of the door.

#robert sheehan #nathan young #nathan x violet #lord of chaos #robert sheehan character fic

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ilovevillains · 3 years ago

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Tokyo Revengers Girls' playlist 💓

WARNING: THE MUSIC VIDEOS MIGHT HAVE FLASH LIGHTS EFFECTS.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SEXUAL THEMES, [IN THE VIDEOS] MURDER, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, BLOOD

Album: Tokyo Revengers Playlist

PRELUDE:

Let me tell you something: they might not be the best female character written, but I admired them, because I will simply have solo the whole manga. The mangaka really made them with a good temper, I would have been in jail.

Yes, we all wish that they were written different, but they are perfect for me and for people out there.

Note: Sorry for the late post, yesterday I had a family emergency and I couldn't post. I swear if life don't give me a break, I'm gonna do something terrible... eat a whole Ben and Jerry's cup of chocolate ice cream.

💓1894, Amber Mark

'Bout to pull up in the club 'Bout to tear this whole place up Dance until we've had enough (yeah) Got my ladies walkin' in And I'm here with all of them Don't be tryin' to butt in (yeah)

💓¡aquí mando yo!, Kali Uchis

Yo tomo las decisiones, yo escojo las posiciones Puedes tener los cojones, pero yo los pantalones

💓Venom, Little Simz

They would never wanna admit I'm the best here From the mere fact that I've got ovaries It's a woman's world, so to speak Pussy, you sour Never givin' credit where it's due 'cause you don't like pussy in power Venom

💓Universe, Ambar Lucid

I don't really want to show you what I'm feeling My reality's been something that I'm dreaming I belong to the universe, I belong to the universe I don't belong to anyone else, no Mi magia te ha cambiado yo, lo siento Siempre cambio yo me muevo como el viento I belong to the universe, I belong to the universe I don't belong to anyone else, no

💓Lexii’s Outro, Kehlani

Matter fact, don't let 'em see you down 'Cause if they see you down, they gon' try to get up They gon' know that you stuck, exactly what they want So even if you fuckin' up, you gotta put on that front You gotta act like you're on top, even if your shit sunk I know this what you want

💓Barrio, YENDRY

Tú no eres el hombre que conocí Si quieres la guerra yo estoy aquí Yo soy mi propia dueña y confió en mi fuerza

💓GOOD FOR HER, Mothica & emlyn

Good for her, you're only gonna make it worse, 'cause If you stand in her way, she's not gonna behave Good for her, I'm ready for how she makes it hurt, 'cause It what's you deserve, she puts her first, now good for her

💓Prodigal Daughter, Lights

Now I'm making a living Crashing the algorithm Flip the pillow to the cool side Love, magic, feminism Finally found religion Laying naked on the poolside

💓YES MOM, Tessa Violet

2020 vision with ambition's how I'm made I can't keep from winning when it's in my DNA Push me down and I bounce right back Trampoline and it's in my past (past) Rising like a phoenix making fire from the ash, yeah

💓Artemis, AURORA

The mother made us a savage daughter Who never begs for forgiveness I always wondered why they all came back for more The gods have made us a virgin hunter Who in the storm becomes stillness I always wondered why they all came back for more Came back for more

OUTRO

I love my girls, but Senju and Yuzuha... they are the closes characters to me. I admire this girls that stand with their brothers, boyfriends, whoever they are... and they hold back their punches... because if they were my relatives, I would kick their asses for behaving like children.

#tokyo revengers playlist #tokyo manji gang #black dragons #brahman #yuzuha shiba #senju haruchiyo #hinata tachibana #emma sano #akane seishu #tenjiku gang

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marvelhead17 · 6 years ago

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Miracle (Original Female Character x Cable Fic)

Chapter 6

Summary: “How did you fix it?” he asked. “Ask Ellen the Teenage Warhead,” Wade shrugged as he stood up, “As for baby Hitler he ended up having a diaper change, funny story I was actually going to call Cable since he was so keen on killing Russel, I thought this would be like taking candy from a baby, if that means replacing it with a bullet that is,”

Warnings to cover the whole fic: Graphic depictions of violence, use of weapons, mild to strong language, mentions of rape, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, referenced torture and psychological abuse/manipulation, nightmares and night terrors, sexual humour, sexual content.

A/N: Chapter was cut into two parts for easier reading, so look out for Chapter 7!

Word Count: 1.5k

It took a week or so for the pair to settle into their new environment, Nathan eased in faster than Hayden did, after all he had lived in an apartment before so he was used to living around other people.

Hayden on the other hand was growing twitchy and appeared to be exhausted, dark rings formed under her eyes, and whenever Wade would ask if she was okay she would snap at him. Her skin would often glow the familiar violet as she sat still on the couch in the rec room, with earphones in listening to music, talking to nobody unless they addressed her first.

The water rushed down around her from every angle, trapped in a tank that was quickly filling with water, the air was getting thinner and thinner by the minute.

“Let me out please!” she begged and tried to bang on the glass with her fists, she could feel herself slipping under as she was losing the energy to keep herself afloat to breathe.

“Please!” she gasped for one last breath before she slipped under and everything went black.

Hayden gasped as she sat up in her bed, sweat dripping down her forehead, yet another nightmare. Unsettled for umpteenth night in a row she grabbed her phone with earphones plugged in and headed to the rec room so that she could feel less trapped.

She made her way down the stairs quietly before reaching the couch and crossing her arms over her legs and rocking slowly back and forth, tears began streaming down her cheeks as she tried to breathe to remain calm.

Nathan took in a deep breath before he leaned over her, his lips a mere inch away from hers, they touched and he found that they were soft. Ridiculously soft, if it weren’t for the current situation he felt like he would linger for some time, he forced the air out of his lungs and into her mouth.

She was unresponsive, but it was rare that the first attempt would give results immediately; he tried again, and again, and again.

She remained still. He moved his head back and looked over her features, her eyes were glassed over but the spark was gone, her skin was ice cold underneath his hands.

“C’mon kid,” he leaned over and pressed his lips onto hers and breathed air into her before compressing her chest once again.

He stood back and ran his hand through his hair, if he had just tried harder-

If he had just stayed by her side-

He stared at her with hot tears that were fighting to fall from his eyes, her eyes open and unblinking as they looked to the ceiling, Hayden was lifeless and he recalled the last words he had said to her, ‘Fine, be a stubborn bitch then!’

He collapsed into a nearby chair and put his face in his hands, the tears flooded out.

He breathed heavily as he shook his head back to reality, sitting up before standing up and then washing his face from sweat and hot tears that had rolled out in his sleep; he dried his face with a towel before looking hard at himself in the mirror.

“What the hell is going on with you Summers?” he asked himself.

He walked back to the bed uncertain if he would be able to fall asleep after that nightmare again, he sat down on the bed letting a big sigh out and rubbed his face with his hands, he closed his eyes but a soft sound caught his attention and he listened carefully.

It’s one in the morning who else could be up? He wondered as he heard bare footsteps tread passed his door and down the stairs. Curiosity got the better of him and he left his room to follow the mysterious sound.

He rounded the wall of the stairs and noticed a glowing light in the rec room immediately, a mix of white and dim violet, he recognised the small figure that was sobbing on the couch and felt his heart drop a little though admittedly it was mixed with relief.

Instincts kicked in as he hurried to sit himself next to her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders and she nearly screamed at the sudden touch, when she realised who it was she relaxed and sniffled, removing the earphones before preparing to stand up and leave.

“Hey,” he gently grabbed her wrist and she sat back down again. “C’mere, bring it in.” he grumbled.

Slowly, she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his chest, her face was wet as it pressed against his hot shirt, his human hand ran through her hair while the metal one rubbed her back soothingly which made her body relax.

“Wanna talk?” he whispered and she shook her head. “Alright, that’s fine too. Just take your time.”

After a long time had passed he began to wonder if she had fallen asleep, he glanced down at her and saw how relaxed and soft her usually angry demeanour was in her sleeping state, he smiled slightly before he scooped her up and walked upstairs.

He lowered her slowly onto the bed so as not to wake her or place her down awkwardly, and then he tucked her in carefully and looked at his handiwork, still got it.

He retrieved the teddy bear that belonged to his daughter Hope and placed it under the cover with her and paused as she suddenly began to move, her arms wrapped around the bear as she turned in her sleep, he walked out the room and turned to look at her one more time.

“Sweet dreams kid, Hope will keep you company tonight,” he whispered in his gruff voice.

She woke in the morning feeling well rested for the first time in two weeks, she frowned at the fuzzy soft warmth that she had unknowingly cuddled close to herself, when she could see clearly she realised it was Nathan’s daughter’s teddy bear.

Oh God I must have fallen asleep in his arms, embarrassing much?

She sat up and eyed the bear curiously, so this is what normal children have?

A soft racking on her door distracted her thoughts, it began to open slowly, and Nathan’s voice spoke through the gap.

“Okay to come in?”

“Yeah,”

“How you holdin’ up kid?” he asked as he sat on the foot of the bed.

“I was holdin’ up, just fine until you called me kid, I’m twenty-eight not ten,”

“Fine, but you’re a terrible liar Hades,”

“Sue me, I just woke up,”

“Been that long since you had decent sleep huh?”

She sighed, “Yeah, thanks for uh- last night.”

“Last night! What happened last night?” a dramatic gasp came from Wade who was now standing in the doorway, “Did you two fuck last night?”

“Jesus.” They both said, they looked at each other and a small smirk appeared on Nathan’s face as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

“You two fucked with Jesus?” Wade looked even more shocked, “Why didn’t you call me? We could have made it a party,”

“Because out of all the people you’re the most sinful shithead in the world Wade, Jesus would burn just from your presence,” Hayden responded.

“Ooh baby’s got some fire in her,” Wade smiled making Nathan roll his eyes and moved further to the edge of the bed as Wade decided to jump onto it in-between the two of them.

“Watch it,” Cable growled and the soft expression and concern he had moments ago vanished.

As if Nathan hadn’t threatened him Wade had wrapped his arms around both of their necks and hugged them close to his head, they both squirmed uncomfortably as their faces squished against his own, Wade took no notice.

“Look at my two amigos getting along so well huh!” he laughed, “We make a great threesome, speaking of, wouldn’t it be fun to-”

They each escaped from his hold and grabbed his arms, before twisting them and hearing an audible popping sound from both sockets, Wade yelled.

“Ooh yeah Mommy and Daddy know just how Baby likes it-” They both dropped his arms and gave him a disgusted look. “What, just me?” He looks down at his limp arms and practically squealed, “It’s too early in the fucking morning to deal with this bullshit!” he stood up.

“No, it’s too early in the morning to deal with your antics Wade,” she corrected.

“I was thinking the same thing,”

“How the fuck am I supposed to have my morning masturbation now?” Wade whined as he swung his arms around playfully. “Unless, Cable-”

“Fuck no.”

“Wade?” she stood up on her bed and approached him.

“We have a volunteer!” he cheered.

“Eww no, get out, that’s what I wanted to say,” she started pushing him out the door; once he was out she closed the door.

“He’s your brother?”

“Honorary brother, a decision I’m regretting every day,” she sighed but smiled. “I love him like a brother but sometimes his crap is just, too much.”

“How long have you known him for?”

“At least 6 years now,”

“And you still hang around him?”

“He- he helped me let’s say, and he’s the only friend I’ve managed to make since, I escaped,”

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>> Chapter 7 <<

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