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digitalvoidheart · 3 years

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A Pixelated New Moon

This is a random idea I came up when extremely down in the dumps and also wanted to try writing angst for the first time... (also new moon is a moon completely shadowed soit's basically something in the oneshot)

Also, this is a random au I made up where everyone's life is in a multiplayer game. I know not very original but pls enjoy!

Players/Characters:

♠ Moon (passive nightmare)

♠Nightmare (corrupted nm and a separate being)

♠Horror

♠Killer

♠Dust

♠Cross

Moon knew his team was unstoppable and was proud of it.

Horror, even with that cracked skull from a false 1v1 (his opponent had an accomplice hidden for a sneak attack, Horror came out victorious eventually), his agility is unaffected and he can pack a punch with his attacks.

He may say that he lacks in the defense department but when it comes to combat, he usually attacks when the team is surrounded, creating a soundwave-like attack with his bone weapon constructs, giving him the title of the team's main offence.

Next comes Dust. He's a mysterious one if Moon had to be honest. Not only did he refuse to narrate his backstory or history of his previous teams, but his level on all skills seemed to be on par. No one knows what he specializes in wether it is defense, healing or combat because he has activated his hidden card. A special item which hides the stats of the player. An expensive item but with the high level he's in, it's possible for him to own one.

He could protect the team in one second, heal Horror the next and attacking side by side with Nightmare on the next, all mid battle. Moon found it very impressive.

Another dangerous member is Killer. He may not have the same knockout attacks as Horror, nor the magic abilities like Dust, but he makes up the team by his traitorous speed. His slump posture may make it seem he's lazy but he's far from that.

He could land a good amount of slashes onto his opponent in the least amount of time, immobilizing them temporarily sometimes. He doesn't fear much, proven by the wide cocky grin plastered on at all times and the fact that he chooses close range attacks while his target shaped SOUL was always within the enemy's grasp? Deliciously terrifying.

Lastly, Nightmare. The leader of the team, one who plans ahead, always knowing way the opponents are thinking. He has the highest level compared to everyone under his wing, the aforementioned trio having a small reduction to reach his level, and Moon a LARGE one.

He didn't even know why he was needed in the team. Horror's attack, Dust's magic and Killer's speed made up the perfect balance of a team. His constant request for why they need him always went unanswered by Night. He can't even leave without Nightmare's consent, that being the rules of the life-or-death game they play. Any player who wishes to leave their team has to have their removal granted by the team leader. His permission for leaving went deaf as his questions.

The trio always had their answers on them for him, albeit it's a little untrue.

"Need ya for...shieldin' me. Got low defense, r'member?" You don't need me. You've got Dust.

Dust's minute responses were similar "You're useful..." No Dust, I'm just a burden. You don't need to heal me midbattle either. Use it for Nightmare or Horror instead.

"Pretty sure 'cuz you hold up a shield better than any of us" Funny, Killer. And I'm at least another 25 levels below you guys...

He's pretty sure no one knows of his secret to try up his levels, so that's out of the options. Everyone has their share of G, albeit higher than his for earning more EXP than him for being on the offense. So why do they want him if it isn't money or battle?

His answers come to him when they enter the next quest. The blue screen appearing before each of them reading :

Welcome to level XX!

Here, you will be separated into two groups. Team one with any number of players will be challenged with X number of quests through the white gate while team two with one player will pass through the abyss through the black gate.

Choose wisely!

Oh... A sacrifice.

"I'll go" Moon smiled even when the heavy words sent a metaphorical spear to his SOUL. He can do this. It's for the team. He might not know what the quest in the abyss is but no one's returned once entering the abyss r-right? They needed him so they could pass this level. So why did it hurt to line the facts together?

"No." Nightmare deadpanned, his decision locked with no room for argument. "We'll rest up at the checkpoint and discuss who to go where tomorrow."

What? I-I'm not th- a sacrifice?

Moon's voice failed him from the assertiveness of his leader. And like that, he was lead to the previous checkpoint where they discussed at the inn for whom to go, and honestly? Moon wasn't listening at all.

This could be his chance to detach his leeching body from their assets and give them a higher chance of success! Maybe they can even find a better player with a higher level than himself to benefit the guys more. But why do they need to discuss who to go when the answer was right in front of them?

While Nightmare and the others planned for who to go, Moon made his own plan to carry out during their slumber. As the moment arrived at midnight, he slipped out to carry a few errands quests the inn offered for G and his own personal plans.

He won't let their efforts go to waste. Not when he was around.

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The next day, the team of five made their way back to gates of the next level.

Moon spared a glance at Nightmare to see him nod at the trio. As one of them stepped closer to the black portal. It was Killer. A valuable and speedy asset to the team.

Moon let out a sigh and exhaled his message to them.

"I'm sorry"

Killer was pulled away with blue magic as his purple cloaked companion whisked past his fallen figure and into the abyss. The portal closed before any of them had time to figure out what had happened.

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The rumours were false. The Abyss wasn't heavy. Sure, it was dark but you could still see yourself in a white outline only. And apparently, he wasn't the only one.

He watched as players teleport into the Void, some calm, others screaming and shouting for someone (probably they were betrayed by their own team) before they all are faced with a monochromatic screen. Upon his distraction, he didn't notice the exact replica of the screen in front of him as well.

Welcome to the abyss!

This is a test of patience and trust for your team. You will watch as your team completes their quests and at the end, choose your fate

It didn't say much but the pixelated screen then glitched, showing a live view of his team. They look upset and unhappy, except Nightmare.

He looked furious. If he wasn't mad with Moon before, he was now. Maybe he might allow him to leave the team. That is if he can leave the abyss in the first place.

Looking back, he noticed the distraught player a small distance away from him as they tapped on their screen.

He watched, wide-eyed as they disintegrated into pixels. Like monster dust. Death...

Although, he was quickly distracted by another monster watching through his screen.

A skeleton monster they were. The same outline white around him didn't tell the colours the monster possessed but his right eye light and lightning-bolt scar on his right cheek were red. Does that mean eyelights remain their colour?

Getting a response from the new guy was difficult. He refused to speak.

After multiple attempts Moon sighed "Could I get your name at least?" More silence from the skeleton and Moon gave up.

"It's Cross"

His head shot back at the red eyed skeleton. Before he decided to shut up himself and watch his team.

He turned in time to see Horror summon a shield himself to protect Dust from an attack. So it was a fluke. The incapability to defend himself...

"I knew it..." he said to no one but Cross turned to his direction from the screen. "They really didn't need me. It was all a lie..." tears welled up in his sockets, blurring the view of his team effectively.

"B-but why did they wanna keep me if i wasnt for a sacrifice?" He croaked. He watched as Nighmare and the guys cleared the stage in a blur.

Another thing he was. A deadweight.

Completely forgetting that he was crying near a complete stranger, he swiftly wiped his tears and residual magic from his face. He pulled up his cloak's cowl only to hear Cross speak once more.

"You're their anchor." Moon turned to Cross.

"W-what?" What did he mean by anchor?

"Having high levels means you are more likely to loose control of your mind, resulting in messes you never intended on happening. "

Eyes never leaving the team, he continued, "You were basically kept so that they have a distraction from overdoing things. Like that grey hooded guy," he pointed at Dust "he seems to keep healing the guy with a cracked skull mid battle to avoid losing his sanity from his bottomless well of magic"

Moon looked at Dust, then averted his gaze to his feet in shame.

Cross explained how the others may have benefited from him and Moon took it all in.

And even if it seemed like minutes, Moon felt like he'd been talking with him for hours and have been friends for longer.

He didn't want to leave Cross. He could take him with and show him to the team. Maybe they will accept him and-

Ping!

Moon looked up to see hi- Nightmare's team has passed through all quests and now are waiting in front of a transporter. The screen glitched once, twice before turning back to the message screen. This time, it displayed a volume symbol and a female voice spoke.

"Player Moon, your team has successfully passed through level XX. You have an option to go back to your team which costs 78000 G, or stay in the void till you disintegrate. Choose wisely on what will benefit your team."

W-what? Already? He can go back! He has enough G for three tickets from scraping all the G from his secret task job in checkpoints! He can redeem himself, apologise to Nightmare and-

"Congratulations" Cross' voice pierced through his thoughts. He was smiling, but Moon knew better.

"Come with me" he demanded.

"That's against the rules, little Moon" Cross countered. He looked over Moon's shoulder at the screen, which had apparently heard him, giving a robotic 'affirmative'. "Besides, I don't have a team to go back to nor the G to buy myself out"

Moon's eyelights began wavering as he paced. Looking at his options, he only had three.

He took deep breaths to calm himself from the edge of panic. Opening his eyes, he looked at Cross.

He was hiding sadness behind a stoic mask, wanting to be strong with Moon returning safe to his team. It crushed his Soul to know that the determination in it was slowly burning out to a flickering flame.

Cross' stats were a considerably good amount, higher than Moon's obviously. His understanding and calm during a panicked situation is admirable.

But if only one of them can leave...

Who should?

☆********☆

I'll do 3 endings after my exams so look forward to it!

Btw to all angst writers... HOW TF DO YOU DO IT WITHOUT HAVING TO BE SAD?!!! I was only able to write this cuz I was sad. :(

#Void writes #digitalvoidheart #Moon #Nightmare #Killer #Cross #Horror #Dust #Game au #Tw depression #First time writing angst #Tell me how it is #C y'all after exams

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loser-writings · 5 years

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Dating them in secret

Denki Kaminari

It originally started because neither of you were able to get dates for the school dance. Since you both got busy through the day, you decided to just sneak in each others dorms to make plans. It ended up with the both of you realizing how much fun the thrill of sneaking under everyones’ noses.

He didn’t realize how much he adored you til you both were swaying from side to side during a slow dance. He watched as you looked down at your feet, making sure not to step on him. He found himself grinning a little when you stumbled, his grip on your hip tightening as he pulled you closer, before he continued to sway.

You had felt uncomfortable being openly affectionate with him and revealing your relationship, so Denki asked if it would be okay to take you on dates without revealing everything. He was happy when you said yes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

When you were in class, Denki wouldn’t do anything that could lead others to finding out about your secret relationship. He might lean on you or grab your hand, but it wasn’t that noteworthy since he did the same to everyone else.

Dates often happened at night when you slipped into his room to watch movies together or simple study dates since he struggled with tests. He would pull you into his arms or in his lap while you explained how you found the answer. Most of the time he would be listening, but he does find himself zoning off while playing with your fingertips.

Dates that weren’t at the dorms ended up with you going to watch the latest “Bad” movie (Like you both watched the Emoji movie and Cats just to see people question your sanity) or going out with Bakusquad. He knew that none of them would make a move or question why he clung to you with the exception of Bakugo making a snarky comment when you fall behind

If he started to get worked up about a test, you’d simply hug him and play with his hair until he relaxes. He loves when you play with it and it never fails to calm him down. He reveals that its because his parents would run their fingers through their hair when he was a kid to help him sleep.

You were both very aware of your classmates shipping you and suggesting you should go on a date with him, but neither of you reveal your secret. Sneaking under everybody's noses brought a thrill that you weren't willing to give up yet.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima may not be the best at keeping secrets, but you both had decided to date in private because of the drama happening with the League of Villains. He was just paranoid that they would find out about your relationship and would try to use you to get to him. So many people, including yourself, were afraid of their growing power. So you agreed to keeping the relationship private

He wasn’t a big fan of staying in on your days off, so he would often get you outside and take you on “Friend” dates. Going to the park or garden, finding some new cafes to try, and going on picnics were his favorite things to do.

Expect many random gifts from him to just appear in your room. Things like flowers, new clothes or hoodies, or video games that just “Made me think of you.” He never expects anything in return and is truly touched every time he gets something from you.

Will often play random video games with you. Since they’re all online, he gets you a nice headset and sets everything up so you can play with him. Building large structures in Minecraft to killing zombies in call of duty. Your video game dates sometimes get invaded by the Bakusquad, but they always make you happy.

He sometimes sneaks into your bedroom for late at night snuggles since holding you always calms him down. He loves when you rake your hands through his hair or when you hold his hands. His favorite part of it is when you mumble small things you love about him.

Enji Todoroki

Dating in secret wouldn’t be that hard with Enji due to his extreme protectiveness and connections that keep you out of the media and spotlight. Out of everybody, he the one who has the strongest connections and abilities to keep you away.

Dates between the two of you are always at his house or at yours. He will rather pick you up or meet you at your place so you don’t have to be “In danger.” Things like cooking dinner together or going out in his garden were the normal dates. Occasionally he may let you in public with him, but it’s extremely rare for that to happen.

Getting used to him having to randomly leave in the middle of the night because someone or something fucked up. He is the number one hero now, so that means really odd hours. Sadly. crime doesn’t sleep even if you need to.

May be rough around the edges but he kind of tries this time? Yeah, he actually has feelings for you and never raised a hand to you, but he is quite controlling.

His kids don’t know you and Enji wants to keep it that way. He’s not a big fan of having you meet them because He is a bit worried that they will be upset at him for moving on from Rei. Not only that, he was afraid that they would abandon him after finding out about his second life.

May not be the most vocal about his affections, but he definitely will express his gratefulness for you with little things. Small gifts left for you, an occasional meal cooked for you, and god someone stop him from buying you clothes. He loves spoiling you.

He never really comes out about his relationship with you, but people do notice the ring that had suddenly appeared on his finger after he decided to get married to you.

Hizashi Yamada

This man is the exact opposite of private. He loves to be open about everything and he would flaunt you like none other. If he could, that is.

You both had actually agreed to stay a secret for a variety of reasons, the main one being that he was not only a pro-hero, but he was famous too. Being famous comes with the fair share of crazy fans, and he didn’t want to put you in harms way. You suggested staying a secret and he agreed.

Dates are surprisingly mellow since Mic isn’t as loud as usual when he’s in private. He likes to relax and cuddle, watching a movie or working with you to make new playlists for his radio show.

Don’t expect him to cook. Seriously, He is good at many things and has quite a few talents, but cooking is not one of them. No matter how many Gordon Ramsay shows he watches, he will never be able to cook. He will still try though, even if it ends up with food that's so burnt, you aren’t that sure what it was in the first place.

When he’s working late at the station, he will text you in between songs, even dedicating a couple to you. He always ends the night by playing your favorite song to let you know that he will be heading home soon.

His favorite thing is when you play with his hair. He will be complete putty in your hands if you brush his hair while he’s working or if you braid it. Another thing that makes him relax is when you massage his shoulders. He’s actually kind of anxious at times, so baby him to help him relax.

He hardly ever sleeps. He has so much energy that he constantly is doing something. Between his 3 jobs, he always has something to do. Grading papers til 10 pm, then working on the script for the mornings show til 1am, then doing a little research about new villains. You have to drag him to bed most nights and lay on top of him to make sure he doesn't leave the second the sun begins to rise.

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku doesn’t mind being in a private relationship with you in the slightest. In public, many just believe there is some mutual crushing going on, but many don’t think you’re actually dating.

Toshinori would know, but that's after you agreed to let Izuku tell him. Secrets were something Izuku didn’t want to have when it came to you, All Might, and his mother. You thought that was only fair.

His mom would ask that you keep Izukus’ bedroom door open. Even though she trusts you and Izuku, she is still a mother who has to keep her baby safe.

Your dates at the dorms were usually study dates or workout dates since they were the easiest to get away with. You did manage to sneak in his room a few times for late night cuddle sessions.

Izuku is shy when it comes to your relationship but it doesn’t stop him from doing things like leaning on you in public or holding your hand. He is a little affectionate and he always has enjoyed a little skinship with you, even before you both got together.

He pays attention to you. He has every order of yours written down so he can randomly buy you your favorite foods. He remembers the hoodie of his that you like the most. He will get tickets for the new movie you said you were interested in. He will spoil you.

Katsuki Bakugo

You were surprised when Katsuki told you that he wanted to keep your relationship a secret, but it made more sense after he explained his fear of the League of Villains getting to you. He was captured by them, so why wouldn’t they go to you to get to him?

Dates actually happened quite often with Katsuki. He would often sneak into your room before curfew to eat dinner with you and would lay on top of you to cuddle after. He was quite clingy and would find himself letting his guard down with you.

Deep conversations would randomly happen as you played with his blond hair, the smell of sugar or caramel filling the room the longer the boy would stay. He would open up about his frustrations about Deku as well as his fear about the League of Villains. He hated that they targeted him and genuinely believed that he would turn on 1A. He grew insecure and afraid that he would become a villain, but you just had to reassure him that wouldn’t be the case.

He always left a hoodie for you to wear since you seemed to enjoy the smell, but no one ever dared to mention it when he was around. You did explain to most that it was just a friend thing and that you liked how warm they seemed to be.

You did go to his parents’ house with him one day and she seemed to instantly enjoy you. She was glad somebody managed to “Tame” her chaotic son. Bakugo was a blushing mess, but he was really glad deep down that you got his parents approval.

You’ve learned to put up with Katsukis glares and harsh attitude at times. You know that he didn’t mean it half of the time. You could see it. Even if his tone was the same, he had a different look in his eyes when he was with you. It could even be considered soft and loving.

Tenya Iida

It was mutually agreed upon to keep your relationship a secret. Tenya openly admitted that he was going to focus mainly on his studies and being a hero, but he also encouraged you to do the same. Your feelings for each other were recognized by each other, but were not your priority. Hell, Iida said that if you were willing to be patient with him, he would take you on a proper date.

Your dates consisted of studying together and doing little tasks together. You would do things like cook dinner together or go out to get groceries. You never really had a proper date with the exception of the one time he asked you out to lunch at the new cafe that had just opened.

Your grades managed to stay extremely high due to the standards Iida kept you to, but he also understood that you needed a break. Even though affection was something he struggled with, he would have you lean on him for little breaks. He would hold your hand, kiss your head, and he managed to even let you on his lap.

If you fall asleep in his arms while studying, he will carry you to your bedroom and rest you on your bed, giving you a kiss on the head before leaving your room. He might even leave a blanket over you or leave his jacket on you.

As time goes on, even though he’s focusing on school, He does manage to find some time to give you gifts and hang out with you. Your favorite gift of them all? A promise ring that you wear around your neck. He has one too and he promises that after he becomes a hero, he will marry you.

By the time you both graduate from UA, people are surprised by how well you’ve hidden your relationship, yet are extremely happy for you both.

Shota Aizawa

You had known Shota for years and were there for him since he graduated UA. He never revealed how he felt though. He had started liking you after you offered to have him move in with you. He agreed for the financial side of it, but he didn’t realize how easy the both of you slipped into a more domestic lifestyle.

For a good couple of years, neither of you really labeled your relationship. Sure, Kisses happened as did cuddles. Maybe things got heated a few times, but you didn’t think it was anything more than that.

He never directly said his feelings for you til he ended up leaving some papers at your house. You decided to bring them to UA for him and were surprised when you ran into Hizashi. As you both talked and caught up, You felt an arm wrap around you. Aizawa hummed and looked at the papers before thanking you and pecking your cheek. You just smiled at the raven haired man before Hizashi asked why his papers were at your house.

“We live together and they’re my significant other. Don’t tell anybody else though or else I will destroy your speaker.” He threatened and Hizashi just nodded, not really that phased by his friends stern tone.

Dates were always simple. Simple shopping dates, dinner together, movie nights, and calls when he was away. He had a difficult time sleeping if you weren’t there to help him, so he always ended up falling asleep on a call with you.

Gifts were another thing he loved to do. Promise rings that were connected to chains that hung around your necks, sweaters that matched for Christmas, and random flowers delivered to your job, they were all little things that managed to make your love for him grow.

#mha scenarios #bnha oneshots #endeavor x reader #aizawa x reader #bakugo x reader #izuku x reader #deku x reader #kirishima x reader

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suspiciouslypinkrosegarden · 3 years

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Pairing: Unknown x CMC Uyu (hey 2 ‘U’s 💗)

This lil piece was written for @official-rfa ‘s request for some Unknown lap kissies, which I just had to do because that is already such a solid chunk of my brainrot

It’s still the 25th for me TT my time zone is just wacky and behind so I promise this addition is on time! I apologize for portions where my writing abilities fall through as it’s late and I’m falling asleep while writing jfjfjd

Unknown was the type of man Uyu could easily say she’d never let herself care for, let alone fall for, at least initially.

It wasn’t that she found his looks unappealing, being as gaunt and lacking in strength as he was, unlike the conventional standard most held for a man. It also wasn’t because of a lack of intelligence or his style of dress, nor was it necessarily about personality.

It was simply because he was nothing more than her kidnapper day one, which to those with sanity, does not equal the perfect spark for a new relationship.

Letting the ‘Stockholm syndrome’ take over took its time, but eventually it won that battle over her screaming consciousness.

To her, Unknown is undeniably dangerously attractive. He’s as alluring as the cheesy myth of a beautiful vampire: tempting. Tempting you to join him and leave your world far behind you to live in his paradise for all eternity. And well, with the way he lets himself live, he may as well be a member of the undead.

Those mint eyes are the secret to his trance, a shivery coolness washing over her second she feels them lurking. When they capture hers, that’s when she’s done for, swallowing what feels like her entire heart caught in her throat.

And that’s not even mentioning the touches.

Uyu knows he does it all more frequently now to have his fun provoking a reaction, feeling cocky enough to test her now that she won’t get violent and swat him away. It can be something as simple as brushing her hair away to expose one side of her neck, and then lightly putting his fingertips to it, tracing up and down.

His hands are always cold without fail, but when one simply does as much as caress her cheek, she knows her body temperature is the perfect contrast to his.

He has her caught right where he wants her, but in some ways, she’s got him too. She’s not blind to his reactions when her warm hands massage his aching shoulders or fiddle with his coarse hair, feeling him lean into the sensation and soon expect more doting. The secret to getting “back at him” is affection he doesn’t ask for, being quite obviously touch starved.

Unknown, who very much like herself was so closed off at first, has grown used to a new presence in the dismal work room. That tiny woman’s existence now fills up the silence which previously engulfed his; from the sounds of her breathing, to her nagging, to her lips casually brushing against his skin for a soft peck. He rationalizes that Uyu is useful to him like this, since she can’t code worth a darn and refuses to, she can at least keep him going. As annoying as his assistant can be, forcing him to break from his many duties, he’ll admit he feels less lethargic now, although never aloud.

He’s survived on so little everything for so long, it’s irritating that she can’t understand him from her point of view, being so much weaker than he is. Quite frankly, with how strong he’s become in the powerful position he holds, he lets her get away with too much.

Almost daily, he’ll catch himself wondering why he does so.

She’s allowed to be so close to him, touching him and speaking to him without the same terror held in the lusterless eyes of the believers. Perhaps this is where the biggest shake up in his life lies, fear seeming to be the only thing those around him are capable of, unlike her. They all equally tremble in wake of the bark and bite of the savior’s guard dog.

Even now, as his lovely assistant rests in his lap, melatonin pouring from within her hands hard at work on getting out the knots in his back; she touches him with comfort and familiarity.

Uyu earlier shifted positions to sort of awkwardly wrap around facing him, head down resting on him to keep from blocking his vision of the monitor. In response to this, Unknown untensed and slumped forwards with his chin on her small shoulder, snaking his arms past her to type.

Dan understands she’s doing a decent job acting as his masseuse, not because he verbally praises her, but instead because when she finds a good spot, she’ll earn a gentle grunt from him.

Her ‘boss’ isn’t much for words, but actions and reactions make his truths readable. That is how she knows he likes it when she sits with him in the dead of night like this, even if she nods off doing so, which she’s already beginning to do.

If she can just get him to relax a bit more, perhaps dragging him to bed won’t be a challenge today.

She picked up her head and arms slightly, fingers finding their way to the back of his head to tangle in his locks and pet him with a soothing rhythm. She spoke in a whisper by his ear.

“Come now, let’s get some rest.”

No response.

“Unknown…?”

Calling his “name” (which he still refused to tell her, thinking it was so cute that she’d refer to him by a silly unchanged username in the first place), earned a low grumble this time. He was actively ignoring her, as well as his need for rest, which just wouldn’t do.

If he wanted to play stubborn, so be it.

She moved in to bring herself down to his throat, this time calling for his attention in a hush he could warmly feel against his skin.

“Unknown..”

He shifted in his seat, but Uyu wouldn’t stop there. Next came a kiss to his sensitive skin, and then another, and another, trailing from his throat up to the side of his neck and back down momentarily to go over spots that made him shiver, including his collar bones.

She wasn’t stopping her game of testing and he wasn’t ending his silence, although he was stiffening up a lot. This man surely was damn headstrong.

“Unknown..”

The next brush of her lips came to his earlobe, then moving to string along his jawline, soft and delicate as butterfly wings fluttering on each part of his cool skin. This time she finally earned a flinch.

“Feeling a bit kissy now, are we?”

He pulled away a tad, ending the little contest by taking her cheeks in one hand with a small squish, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“If your goal is to wind me down or seduce me into falling asleep, it’s not working.”

He smirked witnessing the red tinge he brought to her face now giving her the time of day. Without fail, she could act confident until he stepped in to change that, and Unknown quite liked the feeling of control over situations it gave him.

“If this isn’t working, then what will?”

“Not teasing me, that’s for sure.”

She gave him a fake pout.

“So you’re telling me just go straight for the lips next time, then?”

“Next time?”

His gaze changed to linger on her lips as he released her cheeks.

“Correct the mistake now, doll. Then we’ll talk.”

And with that, Dan went red as a ripe strawberry on a sunny day, but no amount of stuttering and stammering would wipe away his smug look. Knowing her awkwardness, she’d just make a fool of herself trying to stay calm and collected.

With no room for arguments, she just captured his sugary tasting lips as he had asked within a pleasurable kiss, hoping the oxytocin would do the trick and knock him down a peg.

Their kiss was tender and long, him moving his hands down to hold her by the waist with her legs straddling him to his rolly office chair. He was the one to pull her in deeper, making it more intense as his round cheeks flushed up to his ears with a burning heat. It felt more natural to do now, their eyes both shut as they untensed and melted together. Uyu pressed into his chest to feel closer, winning an escaped muffled groan from him.

He felt tense at first, maybe not 100% expecting the collision to happen so immediately, solid before he warmed up like butter in a microwave. She too let out a soft “mm”, hands then working down his arms with a ticklish motion to fuss with the clasp of one of his spiked bracelets, removing it from his wrist. This made him pull away gently, catching his breath before speaking.

“And what are you doing now, princess?”

“Well you can’t sleep with that on, can you? It might poke you when you roll over in bed…and now that I’ve corrected my mishap, that’s exactly where I’m dragging you. You need to get some sleep.”

For now, Unknown will let his good little helper believe she’s in the clear for taunting him and pulling him away from his duties. For now.

#saeran choi #unknown saeran #Uyu #Dan Byeol #mystic messenger cmc #cmcs

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charming-2d-boys · 4 years

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I always seem to find myself coming and checking your blog everyday for any new posts, cuz your writing is so amazing sksjdj—💜💜💜 If it's not too much trouble, could I possibly request Hisoka with a fem werewolf s/o? Maybe she's been hiding the fact that she's a werewolf from him and he eventually found out?

Awwww, thank you so much! I'm glad you like what I write 😄

And now we have something supernatural too? 😶

And with Hisoka? 😮

Anon, thank you, truly! I can't wait to write this! 😍

Warning: pretty long

A/N: I’ve read about werewolves’ characteristics and ways of transforming, so if you see anything that doesn’t really fit with what you know, this is why

No secrets - Hisoka x Werewolf!Reader

You really didn’t for things to go this far. You thought that this relationship would be something temporary, that Hisoka would eventually get bored of you or you’d get too tired of his games. But things didn’t really seem to go south, except for those pretty rare moments. Instead, you’d found yourself in a relationship that managed to last for more than a year. And Hisoka was actually okay with it and you were both happy.

And somehow, you had managed to hide your true nature from your boyfriend. You always told him that your job required you to leave for somewhere around 3 days - before, during and after the full moon - and it was always a secret place. Yes, Hisoka was curious and asked you where you were working and what you were even doing that required this, but you told him that even this was classified. He wanted to find out and was very close to using all of his connections just to satisfy his curiosity, but that would’ve meant breaking your trust in him and he couldn’t risk that.

You knew that if the relationship kept getting more serious, you'd have to tell Hisoka since you didn't want to lie to him, especially about something so important. But it was so hard to talk about something like this. Most people would think you were crazy, but you were even more terrified of how Hisoka would react to the news. His girlfriend, a werewolf. It sounded crazy even to you.

But you had been dealing with this ever since you were a kid - family curse, from the little knowledge your parents knew - and all of it because of some stupid ancestor who thought it would fun to screw around with a witch and break her heart, only for her to retaliate by cursing him.

You had tried pretty much everything out there that would supposedly cure your lycanthropy, but so far, nothing had seemed to work. You just wanted to be normal, continue living your life and have your quirky, but adventurous and passionate relationship with Hisoka. Was it too much to ask for?

"Earth to (Y/N)~ ♦️ What’s keeping you so busy in your mind? ♠️" Your boyfriend poked your forehead playfully, a teasing smile gracing your eyes as soon as you looked up at him from where you were sitting down on the couch.

"Oh, sorry. Just thinking about stuff. Did you need anything?"

"Hmm, just wondering if you want to go somewhere this weekend? I don't have anything to do until the middle of next week. ♥️" Your boyfriend was hopeful that you'd say yes. You'd had to reschedule several dates because of your "job" and it was honestly making it harder and harder for Hisoka to keep his curiosity at bay.

“Oh, umm, I don’t... think I can.” Your voice was sheepish and you actually felt bad. The full moon was going to happen on Saturday and you couldn’t risk it. You spotted Hisoka’s shoulders sagging slightly in disappointment, but his face kept its playful smile. God, you felt awful. If only it wasn’t so dangerous for him - despite knowing how strong he was - you would’ve caved in and stayed with him until he got sick of you.

“Job again? ♠️” You could only nod, your eyes boring holes into the ground, before he smiled wider and left towards the bathroom, telling you he’d go and take a shower. You sighed in defeat and held your head in your hands, trying to think of ways to make it up to him. You knew that what you were doing was unfair to Hisoka and you felt so guilty from constantly having to lie to him that you were actually shocked that the relationship still seemed to be going so well. You could only wonder if it would last, though.

On Friday morning, you were hauling your packed bag to your car, Hisoka trailing behind you as his hands were in his pockets, golden eyes watching you closely. You closed the car door before turning towards your boyfriend, smiling at his tousled hair and casual, comfy clothes that he wore at home. There was a little smile on his face at the sight of yours and he only smiled wider when you hugged him tight, kissing his cheek before pulling him into you so you could place a kiss on his lips as well. His arms were already around you, relaxed and content to have you so close to you. Hisoka only wanted to have you right there with him. But he’d already made up his mind: this was the last time something like this was happening.

“I’ll miss you, but I’ll be back on Monday. I love you, Hisoka.” You hugged him tightly and felt him hug you back, with him swinging your body around from side to side slowly.

“Me too~ ♥️” His lips pecked the side of your head before he let you go and watched as you pulled out of your parking spot and left, waving at him one last time.

The usual road to the little cabin you’d been staying in during every full moon for, all those years, was clear of any traffic and only seemed to go deeper into the forest and away from civilization with every passing moment. It had been bought by your parents years before and given to you especially. By the time you got there, it was already night and you took your bag inside before unpacking everything.

The place was clean, save for a very thin layer of dust on pretty much every surface of furniture. You’d imagined that since you’d have to come here so often, the place might as well be kept clean, nice and cosy. By now, it almost felt like a home away from home. If only you weren’t alone here, it would’ve been great. But you couldn’t risk Hisoka getting hurt because of you, or anyone else for that matter. Which is why you were so far away from anything and anyone.

Despite keeping most of your sanity during those nights, you could become unpredictable sometimes, though you recovered quickly, and you were scared of what you could be capable of. And the thought of not remembering what had happened the night before because of this was one of your biggest fears. When morning came, you were always happy to have all of the memories about what you’d done and where you’d been. You had never lost control and had only heard stories about some of your ancestors and relatives, but it was sickening nevertheless.

You made yourself comfortable and prepared dinner before sitting down and watching some TV. The fireplace kept everything warm and you actually felt yourself relax, trying to prolong the feeling for as long as you could before the full moon the next day would arrive. You actually spent some time reading and relaxing, fully taking advantage of your alone time before you’d have to leave again. Going to sleep without Hisoka to keep you warm and safe was a little hard to do, but you eventually managed to fall asleep.

The next day was spent gathering more firewood and checking your supplies before restocking for the next month. You always brought just enough and a bit more, just in case. The rest of your remaining time was spent doing pretty much anything you could while the feeling of dread was slowly making itself more present in your body and mind. You were used to it, but at the same time, it still made you anxious and scared. The upcoming moon’s influence already made you fidgety and you constantly glanced at the clock, counting down the hours.

You slowly felt it and before you knew it, you were already shedding your clothes, feeling your skin almost boiling with heat before you stepped outside. The transformation was always painful. The bones cracking and almost feeling like breaking as your body elongated; the feeling of fur breaking through the skin as it covered every bit of available skin; the ears growing atop your head and your face changing to look like that of a wolf. It was a quick, but almost unbearably painful process.

By the time you opened your eyes, the moon was full and bright, not yet high in the sky but already prominent. Your senses heightened and you could feel and hear someone nearby, watching you attentively. Your eyes were sharp as they turned towards the source of your discomfort and you took a few steps closer, growling to show whoever was there that you were ready to pounce if they were a threat.

“(Y/N), it’s me. ♣” You stopped dead in your tracks at the sound of Hisoka’s voice. You could only watch in something between shock and fear as he appeared from the treeline, slowly walking towards you. He didn’t look scared, not really, but he was still slightly shocked, you could clearly see it on his face. “Do you remember me, lovely? ♥️️” You only nodded, letting your arms drop to your sides, no longer feeling threatened.

“Are you okay? You’re not going to eat me, will you? ♦️” He asked playfully and if you could, you would’ve laughed. Instead you shook your head, sitting down on the ground as Hisoka did the same and stood in front you. “Can you talk? ♠️” Another headshake. “I want to talk about this when you’re back to normal, okay, lovely? ♥️️” Again, you nodded.

You stayed for a few minutes in silence before Hisoka got up, making you look at him questioningly.

“Now then...” If he asked you to fight him, you swore you were going to rip him a new one. And you were sure Machi wouldn’t be able to help him. “How about we go for a walk? Maybe show me how this whole process changes you~ ♠️” You guessed you could do that. Your sharp claws and fangs could certainly do some damage and the fact that your speed had increased, as well as your senses heightening definitely made Hisoka curious about those new changes. And that’s how you spent the entire night, going through the vast forest with Hisoka in tow: showing him what you could do, “answering” to his yes or no questions and howling when your jerk of a boyfriend did it, triggering you to do the same. You could only growl at him, but it was all bark and no bite.

When the moon was waning and the sun’s light was slowly starting to light up the sky, you both started walking back towards the cabin, Hisoka going inside to bring you a blanket. Going back to being a human was, weirdly, a lot less painful, but it left you exhausted, hence why Hisoka quickly wrapped you up and carried you inside where the fire had made everything toasty. You quickly pulled some clothes on before your boyfriend laid on the large couch with you, hugging you to his chest and with the blanket wrapped tightly around you to warm you up.

“I’m sorry I lied to you. I was scared.” You said quietly, glancing at him. You meant it and you hoped he could sense it. Hisoka only looked at you, searching your face. He could understand, somewhat, but you still needed to have a lengthy talk, something you were both aware of.

“We’ll talk later about this. Now we should sleep. Okay, lovely? ♥️️” Hisoka’s voice was quiet as his knuckles ran over your cheek. “I’m not leaving that easily, just so you know~ ♦️” His lips touched your forehead briefly before he pulled you into his body and warmth, finally feeling safe as you both fell asleep. You were sure that things would turn out well in the end.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x reader #hisoka #hisoka morrow #hisoka x reader #hisoka morrow x reader #hxh hisoka #hxh writing

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bewaretheidesofmarchyall · 4 years

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Dream SMP Good Omens AU Part 3!

There’s another chapter of the Good Omens AU! This one is Bedrock Bros, it’s on AO3 here, but also below the cut

Technoblade was determined not to care about Tommy. He lost that particular battle.

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"Let me get something clear. I'm not sure why you're here, or what you're planning, but I haven't survived as long as I have by giving strangers the benefit of the doubt.". Technoblade paced around his opponent, making every word clear.

"You may have been able to pull the wool over Phil's eyes, but I see through this whole game.

You think you can show up in our home, learn our secrets, and report back to your boss, right?

Well, mark my words: I'm going to find out your plan, I'm going to track down the guy you're working for, and I'm going to get you out of our lives.". He glanced back.

"Are you even listening to me?".

The opponent stared blankly at him through crib bars. Technoblade folded his arms.

"I'm starting to think you might actually be a month-old baby.". Phil walked into the room, looking exasperated.

"Techno, are you interrogating the child again?"

"Listen, this orphaned child is hiding something, I know it."

"He didn't crack the first seven times you tried this. Just give it a rest, mate."

"I think I have the perfect negotiation strategy this time."

"Which is?"

"The threat of violence. Allow me to demonstrate.". He removed a sword from the wall and held it over the crib.

"Who do you work for?". Tommy looked at the blade like it was the coolest thing he'd seen in his young life and reached for it. Techno held it out of the child's reach.

Phil, unamused, swooped in, took the sword out of his hands, and half-led half-pushed him out of the house.

"I think that's enough for today."

"But-"

"Nope!”

"Just promise me you won't trust him."

"I already don't, but it's my job to keep Tommy away from danger, and I think a sword qualifies."

"I wasn't going to stab a baby. It was an intimidation tactic, I was intimidating the baby.".

Phil apparently thought that was a ridiculous thing to do, and he closed the door, leaving Techno on the porch.

The new neighbors were out in their yards.

The surly one two houses down with the business suit flipped him off as a way of greeting, while the strange guitar guy waved cheerfully, "accidentally" pointing a garden hose at the businessman in the process.

Technoblade hadn't bothered to learn either of their names. He neither liked nor trusted them, but they weren't the most important issue at hand.

No, the most important thing right now is figuring out how to end the Tommy Problem, so me and Phil can be unbothered and safe. I look after my family and no one else.

His days of living in our home are numbered.

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Now, knowing your enemy is crucial to any conflict.

So, when Technoblade wasn't maintaining the old secret identity, exercising Steve, or looking after his collections of books and bones, he was gathering intel.

Unfortunately for him, babies were perhaps the most boring creatures in existence.

They couldn't speak, they couldn't move around much, they didn't have any kind of personal philosophy to argue against.

Even after two years of gathering information, he wasn't able to learn much about the thing's strengths, weaknesses, and motivations besides the basics:

Strengths: Phil's protecting him and might be a bit attached.

Weaknesses: A literal baby, untrained in combat.

Motivations: ??? An enigma.

He was a patient man, but two years of learning nothing was testing his patience. This was the only reason why he agreed to look after the toddler for an afternoon.

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Phil dropped Tommy off at Techno's house with very little prior warning.

Techno hadn't been expecting to ever have to look after a toddler, even for a couple of hours, and he reacted to the idea with reluctance.

"Why can't Wilbur do this again?"

“Because I’m leaving to go look for him. I had a concerning phone call, and Wilbur might be in trouble with the law or something worse. It’s a long story, but could you please watch Tommy for a little while?”.

Technoblade tried not to show his distaste for the idea of babysitting, and agreed.

All I have to do is keep him alive and unharmed for a couple of hours, hopefully learning more about what he is and why we have him. I can do that.

As soon as Phil left, he found a notebook and pen. He was going to take copious notes to make this worth it.

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1:32 PM: The kid has just been released into my house. He immediately tried to fall down the basement stairs. I stopped him, but he's on the loose again.

1:45 PM: Note to self, add Unlimited Energy to the strengths column.

2:00 PM: Another round of are all children like this, or is it a supernatural thing! He apparently has the capacity to scream for five minutes straight without breathing. This is because he's upset that I won't let him on the basement stairs, which he has decided is the best part of the house because I don't want him there.

2:04 PM: On the loose once more.

2:15 PM: It's like someone released a miniature earthquake into my house. This thing is chaos incarnate loose on the mortal plane.

2:28 PM: he may or may not have a knife

2:29 PM: Crisis averted, he does not have a knife anymore.

2:33 PM: It has now been over an hour. The child is alive, my sanity is not.

2:46 PM: Steve likes him. He's an impeccable judge of character most of the time, wonder what went wrong. This would be kind of sweet, if it weren't for the fact that Phil might see that I googled if polar bears ate children.

2:47 PM: Just to clarify: Steve has not eaten the child at the time of this entry.

4:19 PM: You know what really annoys me? The voices haven't helped at all with this. I'd assume one of you would have some helpful advice, but it's just "blood for the blood god" and "E". I know that I didn't become the blood god by saying "Yeah, that seems like a reasonable amount of blood", but there are other things in life.

4:23 PM: I think I finally figured out something. The kid likes fire and (again, is that normal for human children??) and I'm exploding things at a safe distance. He's entertained, I'm getting rid of my spare Molotov cocktails, this is fine.

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Techno put the notebook aside and lit another fuse.

He looked up to the window, where Steve was curled up around Tommy, stopping him from going anywhere.

He casually got out of the way of the explosion, let it happen, and ran back to the window nook in the house. Tommy was still grinning and staring at the crater in wonder.

I'm not completely failing at this.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Techno wasn't planning on answering it, but a certain guardian demon walked unsteadily into the house anyway.

Wilbur looked somewhat dazed, like he'd been through hell and back in the last three hours. One of his hands was hidden in his coat, but Technoblade was pretty sure he was covering a wound.

Tommy looked even more excited about seeing him than he was about the explosions, and he ran over, clinging on to Wilbur.

Despite the state he was in, he smiled down at the toddler.

Techno waited to the side for an explanation, not sure of the right way to ask someone if they'd been in an alleyway shootout recently.

Eventually, Wilbur looked up.

"If you see a man in a sonic onesie, kill him on sight."

"Heh?"

"Just some advice. Anyway, thank you so much for taking care of Tommy for these couple of hours, but I'm back."

"Wilbur, from what I can see you're going to pass out in five minutes. You're not going to look after a toddler."

"Excuse me, I haven't slept since the 19th century and I'm not starting now."

"What?"

"Ignore that. I sleep as much as humans do. The point is, I'm here to relieve you from your post.".

Technoblade thought about it.

On the one hand, the chaos gremlin would be removed from my house.

On the other hand, it's just my luck that someone only shows up once I figured out how to kind of deal with the situation.

Also, that guy's at least on Death's lawn if not his doorstep.

"I don't need you to swoop in and take the credit, but thanks. I've been handling this just fine on my own.". A puzzled expression flickered on Wilbur's face, but he eventually nodded.

"Fine. I guess."

"When you pass out in three minutes, try not to do it in the potato garden or the bush."

"Not going to do that, but sure thing.". With that, Wilbur slowly got Tommy to let go of him and left into the evening. Technoblade turned to the child.

"Alright, let's explode something else."

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A little later that night, a voicemail was sent to Phil.

"If you're still looking for Wilbur, you can stop. He's back, and he's not dead. I mean, he's not exactly dead.

Apparently, he got into a gunfight with Sonic the Hedgehog. He's in", and there was a muffled crash, followed by a long sigh from Techno as he stared at the wall in disappointment.

"He's in the bush. Please collect him. Also, please collect your actual child, he's tried to chew on a skull. Thanks.".

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Since the first time looking after Tommy hadn't been a complete disaster, Techno didn't object when he was needed again.

After all, the more he learned, the more he theoretically grew closer to bringing their lives back to normalcy.

So, he was like 8% of Tommy's childhood. He was no Wilbur, but the kid was still part of his life.

Little traces of Tommy were everywhere in his house, except for the basement, which remained under lock and key.

The walls were scribbled on, the fridge raided too many times to count, and action figures hidden in every corner.

Whenever he got the chance, he'd find a way to test the kid for some kind of supernatural ability.

So far, Tommy was able to leave salt circles, touch iron and silver, didn't care when he cooked eggshells, and could absolutely enter places without being invited (in fact, that seemed like his favorite thing to do).

Technoblade was certain that Tommy wasn't human, but he had to admit that the likelihood of him being a spy was slim.

He seemed like a perfectly regular child, or as regular as the circumstances allowed.

Techno had met his share of liars and actors in his day (hell, his neighbors fit the criteria), but he'd never come across anything that could tell a lie that convincing.

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One would expect the years to fly by for someone like Technoblade, since he'd seen so many of them.

However, time had never sped or slowed for him. The years always felt like the exact same length of time.

Still, it was odd how fast Tommy grew up.

The years still felt like plain old years, no faster or slower, but it was a surprise when Technoblade realized that the kid was seven already.

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Tommy liked comic books where the heroes won, so Techno hadn't expected him to like Greek myths.

He'd only read them to him because he'd been demanding a story, and it was either the book of mythology or Sun Tzu's The Art of War.

Seeing as Tommy was a second-grader, military tactics went a bit over his head.

"So, Hades decided to let Orpheus leave the underworld with Eurydice under one condition: He couldn't look back to see if she was following him. If he doubted the gods and looked behind him before they both reached the sun, he would lose her forever."

"That's dumb."

"The gods don't like being doubted."

"If he goes into the underworld to get her back, they should be able to leave without some trick!"

"Yeah, the gods are also jerks sometimes.". Tommy curled up on the couch, trying to turn the page to find out what would happen next.

Techno had hoped that a story would calm him down, but his energy seemed even higher than before, since he was invested in the plot.

"Do they make it?"

"We're getting there. Orpheus walked back through Hades-"

"He walked through Hades?"

"Hades the place, not Hades the god. He named his kingdom after himself."

"That's not a good way to name a kingdom. I wouldn't want to live in a place named Tommyland, even if I did have a country. I should have a country."

“Tommy, you don’t want to run a government.”

"It isn't a government if it's all me!"

"That-That's absolute monarchy. That's worse."

"If you could, would you clone yourself? I would. I'd have a clone country."

"Do you want to find out what happens next in the story or not?". Tommy quickly nodded, and let Techno continue.

"Orpheus walked back through Hades, not knowing if Eurydice was behind him or not. He walked through the Elysian Fields, and the pits of Tartarus, and the endless wasteland of the shades of Asphodel."

"What's Asphodel?"

"Asphodel is where they put souls who weren't good or bad, but just kind of there. It's like the ancient Greek version of purgatory. They just stand in a meadow for all of eternity there."

"Sounds boring."

"It is. Anyway, Orpheus walked through all of Hades's kingdom. He could only hear his own footsteps and his breathing, and had no way of telling if Eurydice had followed.

When he crossed the river Styx, he asked the ferryman if there was anyone behind him, but Charon refused to answer him.

He got to the other side of the river, and all he had to do was walk through the tunnel to the surface."

"So he makes it?"

"We're getting there. Orpheus was almost to the surface, when things started to go badly for him in a special way. See, most Greek heroes are stopped by their hubris, but-"

"What's hubris?"

"Overconfidence. Arrogance. The type of person who'd try to take things from the gods instead of asking."

"Like Wilbur!"

"Exactly like Wilbur. But Orpheus was just built different.

Instead of being overconfident, his fatal flaw was doubting too much. He trusted no one, especially not himself.

So, just as he was about to step into the sun, he turned around to check if Eurydice was behind him.

And she was. She'd been behind him the whole time, but when he gave in to his doubts and turned to look, she disappeared forever.". Technoblade closed the book. Tommy was quiet, picking at a loose thread on a cushion.

"Is that it?"

"Yeah, that's basically the story."

"That's not fair. He goes down into the scariest place in the cosmos to get back the person he loves, and then loses because he turns around a couple feet from the finish line?"

"He gave into his fatal flaw. That's how most of these work."

"Hades probably knew that was his fatal flaw. And he chose that test to make him lose.". Techno blinked. He'd never thought about it that way.

"I mean, that's probably true. Like I said, the gods are jerks.". Tommy seemed disappointed by that, slumping and burying his face in Steve's fur.

"Do any of these have happy endings?".

Technoblade looked through the table of contents.

Achilles dies. Jason dies. Bellerophon dies. Atalanta got turned into a lion. Heracles and Icarus and Meleager all die. Even Theseus dies in disgrace. Seems like everyone dies, except-

"Perseus turns out okay.". Tommy brightened up a bit at that.

"Can you tell me about him?".

Technoblade found the right page and began telling the story of the man who got to go on a quest and survive.

The whole time, Tommy had his head on his shoulder, staring at the illustrations. Techno's arm fell asleep after a few minutes, but he neither noticed nor minded.

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If anyone asked Techno if he cared about Tommy, he'd laugh in their face.

Of course he didn't! There was still a plan to get rid of him, it was just....delayed.

Once he grew up and went to college, he'd technically be out of the house. Which meant that the plan would still have paid off. Still a partial victory on his part.

Anyway, he'd say in very clear terms that he didn't care about Tommy. He was just some kid.

A kid that spent a lot of time at his house. A kid that he'd seen grow up. A kid that obviously cared about him.

The same kid that he taught how to throw a punch when he got into a fight at school, and which heroes corresponded to which constellations, and to call him whenever he needed help.

He'd say that he didn't care about that kid. But, out of the many liars he'd met over his long life, he was one of the worst.

And when Phil called him with a plan to make sure that Tommy stayed safe, he agreed, even though it would inconvenience him a fair bit.

Because above all else, Technoblade looked after his family.

#dream smp #dsmp #good omens au #c!technoblade #c!tommy #technoblade #bedrock bros #tommyinnit #writing #beware the drafts of march

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solalunar-eclipse · 4 years

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Scars You Can’t See - Chapter 4

Chapter title: Infiltration

Word count: about 3100 words

Author’s Note: Aaaand this is where everyone finds out that I’ve watched the first three Mission: Impossible movies.

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Shadow had learned about emotions early on during his time on ARK. Maria explained them to him as they came up- happiness, sadness, anger, fear and all the rest.

But Shadow really felt that there was no good word to describe his feelings at the moment. Everything was just...strange.

He and his friends were still trying to keep a low profile, since G.U.N. would absolutely have put out a search warrant by now. The team was planning to commit a second heist, with even larger consequences for everyone involved than the first one. They were going to do this with absolutely no backup and no supplies, equipment, or up-to-date inside knowledge.

And he was watching Rouge eat multiple pancakes drenched in syrup as though everything was completely normal.

Omega wasn’t with them, having been told to wait in the car (again). He didn’t need to eat, though, so he wasn’t too irritated this time.

Shadow had barely touched his waffles, only able to poke at them quietly with his fork. Any time he considered eating even a small piece, he would remember the mission and lose his appetite immediately. He pushed a small piece around in the sticky mock-maple syrup, staring at the golden square.

“You need to eat something, hon,” Rouge told him around a mouthful of food. “Get your strength up for the mission- don’t want your body giving out on you.”

He groaned, eyeing the food with distaste. “I know, I know…”

“Shadow. Do I have to tell you again?” she asked, her voice becoming more stern- almost parental.

The hybrid ate a forkful reluctantly, forcing himself to swallow. He barely tasted it at all, the sticky sweetness only vaguely registering.

Every few seconds, Shadow’s hand drifted to his phone, dying to turn it on and see what texts were being sent. Was Silver searching for clues accidentally left by G.U.N. in the news? Could Knuckles be drafting battle plans he knew would never be used? Was Sonic cracking jokes to lighten the mood?

Or were they even thinking about this at all?

How he wished he knew…

“Hon. Stop it.” Rouge said, dragging him out of his reverie. “I know what you’re thinking, and I’m sure they’re fine and talking about all sorts of things, including us. I promise.”

“I just hope that we got our message across and they’re being careful. At least half the members of the other teams only have a single brain cell.” Shadow muttered.

The bat laughed. “I will bet you an all-you-can-eat meal that Tails has knocked out either Sonic or Knuckles at least once, and that Silver is pitching wild conspiracy theories to Blaze while Amy tries and fails to maintain her sanity.”

Shadow smirked, before cringing as the reality of what they were about to do crashed back onto him with all the force of a tidal wave. This mission could very well be their last.

Rouge must’ve seen his expression shift, because she took his hand and smiled at him gently. “It’s going to be fine. We’ll get the evidence, send it to a couple newspapers, get G.U.N. to finally do something about...well, everything, and then we’ll all be fine. You’ll never have to touch a gun again, we’ll never have to worry about people getting hurt, and then we can go to that movie night, alright?”

The hybrid smiled faintly, feeling his weakened resolve start to return. He was fully aware that his friends were the only reason he was maintaining his sanity at this point. He hated to burden them this way. That was why he was really looking forward to the end of this wild experience. Then they wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore.

Thankfully, before long, they were back in the car and on the way to the G.U.N. storage building, and Shadow was able to force himself to push such thoughts to the back of his mind. Now that they had begun, this kind of distraction could be downright deadly.

The team had to make a stopoff first, though. Specifically, at the uniform warehouse for G.U.N.’s main electrical repair company- the perfect excuse to get into the facility. Omega drove the sedan up to the security gate, but everyone knew to let Rouge do the talking.

“Hi there!” she said brightly. To anyone else, the bat would’ve appeared to be the picture of sincerity. Shadow knew better, though.

He had enough experience to see the calculating glint in her eyes and the steady size she held her smile at. Not meek, but not crazy either. Just outgoing enough for the guard to quickly wave them through after she offered up an apology: “So sorry, mister, we seem to have misplaced ours and we’ve got a big job coming up, you know?”

Shadow was incredibly thankful that nobody questioned the two of them as they walked through the warehouse, either. He snatched two uniforms in their sizes (hopefully) from the near-endless racks, trying to look busy while Rouge covered for both of them. Nobody ever even thought to wonder who that bat and that hedgehog were, or why they were there.

They walked out with no trouble, the two uniforms, and even a polite wave from the security guard.

The hybrid felt nothing but a small hint of relief as Omega drove their car out of the industrial area where the warehouse was. They headed down the winding dirt roads towards the G.U.N. facility, and he busied himself with struggling into his outfit. He worked his way into a navy blue jacket and loose matching pants, pulling down a company-issued baseball cap to complete the look.

Shadow glowered over at Rouge, noticing that she had completed the entire process both quickly and effortlessly, not even messing up her hair in the process.

“How in the name of chaos did you manage that?” he growled.

“What?” she asked innocently, smiling at him.

“Your hair.” he snapped.

“Oh, it’s all experience, Shadow! I’m used to quick costume changes- it comes with the job, you know.” Rouge replied pleasantly.

Shadow was certain that she enjoyed torturing him like this. He scoffed, irritated, and chose not to dignify that statement with a response. Instead, he stared at the rear view mirror and pushed his skewed quills this way and that until he was satisfied.

The team was there within the hour, parked a ways down the road. They didn’t get out, though- they just...stared at it for quite a while. The structure was situated in the middle of the fields with no other buildings for miles around. Perfect for a place people shouldn’t know existed. Shadow silently thanked the stars that Team Dark had needed a high level of clearance to do their job- and for Omega’s pride.

The facility was made of cold, dark steel, shaped like a perfect rectangle. It had no guard towers, no large, automated weapons systems, yet it still appeared incredibly large and imposing. The few guards visible were stationed at the gate and patrolling the perimeter.

It almost seemed like G.U.N. didn’t expect an attack.

The apprehension in the car was suffocating. Shadow got out first, forcing himself to move. If he didn’t, the hybrid doubted he’d be able to go through with the plan at all. “So where to now?” he asked, checking his appearance one last time in the reflection on the car door. It still didn’t look like his reflection. That was good.

“Through that big door.” Rouge said confidently, pointing it out. She’d gotten Shadow to slice two slits in her shirt, making sure her wings were available at a moment’s notice. “Then we let Omega in at the side- I’ll be the one to disable the camera.”

They walked cautiously towards the door, but there was no need for worry. The guards waved them right through. Shadow forced a small smile onto his face, despite the motion feeling incredibly fake. He had to sell it for this to work.

The moment the two got through the door, they rushed through a maintenance hall to the side door. Rouge took a deep breath and let it out quietly. “Game face, Shadow.”

He acknowledged her with a nod, pushing his thought processes fully into ‘mission mode’. He couldn’t remember exactly when he’d learned how to do this, but his suspicions were that having to steal a Chaos Emerald for a supervillain had played a pretty big role.

Rouge flew up to the camera and disconnected it from behind, with a practice that revealed her many years of experience as a thief. Omega was difficult to spot, but Shadow saw him hunched down in the long, golden grass. The robot looked both ways before blasting across the field to the opening.

Once he was inside, the three headed back towards the main corridor. “Let’s go.” Rouge whispered, her voice utterly serious.

Team Dark made their way through the halls slowly, ears (and auditory receptors) searching for any kind of noise. They made sure to avoid all the security cameras, too, moving slowly but staying out of sight.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps made all three freeze. Low chatter reached their position, the words unintelligible but signifying danger all the same. The noise was getting closer.

And closer.

Shadow shoved Rouge and Omega roughly into a nearby supply closet and shut it silently- there wasn’t enough room for him too. He jumped up to the ceiling and clung to the ducts there, making sure to hide in one of the darkest parts. As the voices approached, he felt incredibly thankful for his strength.

The guards appeared at the end of the hallway, and he held his breath, not daring to move a muscle. They spoke loudly, utterly unaware of their secret audience.

“Ugh. I hate it when these lights short out,” one said as they walked through a dark patch of the hall.

“I know, right? This is like the third time this week.”

“...”

Shadow waited, bracing his feet further against one of the larger pipes….

“I like it better in the security room. These walking shifts suck.”

“Yeah, you can just chill and eat there. We’ve got that shift later, did ya know?”

“Oh, sweet. Then I can finally eat this sandwich. Got it off that new restaurant…”

“...”

Evidently, they were too wrapped up in their conversation to notice the hybrid’s presence in between the lights. Once the guards were long gone, all three sighed, relieved.

The next set of patrollers were much easier to avoid, thankfully. All they had to do was hide around a corner out of sight, and then it was a straight shot to the video storage rooms.

Each entered a separate room, making eye contact one last time before heading in. Shadow turned the cold handle cautiously, slipping around the corner of the doorframe and staying in the darkness. He allowed the lock to slide silently into place, looking around for security cameras. There were none...interesting. He supposed that G.U.N. didn’t want any record of what was stored here, either.

Shadow stalked amongst the shelves for a minute, but froze in place when the handle rattled and the lock clicked open. He stood utterly still, holding his breath again as the guard shone his light around the space. When they left, he remained still while they checked the other storage rooms, only letting himself move once they were gone.

The hybrid began to walk again, his face blank and cold. He scanned the shelves methodically, gaze flicking among the white plastic boxes stacked row by row. He couldn’t afford to waste a single second, so he moved quickly.

Perfect Chaos...the Master Emerald...Big the Cat?

There.

Shadow spotted the box labeled ‘ARK Files’....but it appeared that there were multiple of these. He pulled them out and onto the floor, searching for the right dates. There were tapes stretching all the way back to the construction of Space Colony ARK, in ‘39. After an agonizing minute, Shadow found the tapes from ‘51 in the third box, so he returned the other two and exited the room as silently as he came.

He tapped out the team’s special code on the wall: one, one-two, one-two-three. It was, of course, based on Omega’s series numbers.

Rouge and Omega left their rooms, and the bat smiled darkly at him once she saw the container in his arms. Good, she mouthed. Now out.

They were nearly caught as they hurried through the halls, since carrying a decent-sized box significantly limited Shadow’s maneuverability. When a pair of voices started up again, he was the one shoved in the same closet as last time, along with Omega. Rouge, too, chose to hide on the ceiling, but hooked her knees around a duct first; after all, she was a bat. Hanging on tightly to another pipe with her hands, she watched as the guards passed right underneath her with no trouble.

Nobody ever thought to look up for people hiding.

Team Dark finally made it back to the hall they’d started in, and the two ‘organics’, as Omega put it, removed their uniforms and left them in a pile on the floor. The E-series robot himself, meanwhile, added the box to his ever-growing stash of G.U.N. blackmail inside his compartment.

Shadow pushed open the door carefully and the three rushed outside. They pressed themselves against the building (or made a valiant attempt to do so in Omega’s case) to hide from any potential guards.

As they began to make their way across the tall fields of grass, Rouge’s ears flicked up. “Guards. Four o’clock. Get down.”

Shadow’s special agent training kicked in and he hit the dirt, turning his head to see Omega doing the same. One last rush of adrenaline flooded his system, his body shaking slightly with energy and almost numb at the exact same time.

He fought for control of himself despite this, refusing to give in to his exhaustion. Shadow wasn’t out of danger yet, and he couldn’t afford to let anything slide.

The guards passed by quickly, honestly, but it seemed like hours. The location of the team’s car was in the front of his mind, almost pinging as though he had a radar system inside his head. The hybrid practically felt each individual step of the two humans, even as he ached to get up and sprint away as fast as possible.

As soon as the guards were gone, all three blasted across the fields, jumped into their car, and reversed out of there at top speed.

They couldn’t return to the motel- of that everyone was certain. Shadow would have to be extremely careful about using his alias again, too, since G.U.N. would be onto them in a matter of minutes. The team was already preparing to find a new place to stay. But they had the files, and they had each other.

They were close now.

…

Back at G.U.N. headquarters, the commander returned from vacation to find about twenty different memos on his desk, as well as hundreds of emails demanding to know what was going on.

He sighed, looking at the mess. “What is going on?”

The words rogue agents and secrecy compromised caught his eye, making the commander sit up a little straighter in his seat. This kind of situation could be downright dangerous for the organization as a whole, depending on who the agents were and how big the breach was. He continued reading.

Agents Shadow, Rouge and Omega removed classified files from the premises and evaded capture later that day…

The commander swore under his breath, significantly more worried than before. Rogue agents were one thing, but rogue agents with superpowers and incredible resources on their side? That was another entirely. But why would they want to betray G.U.N.- he’d thought that they were committed to working on the right side of the law now!

Files stolen: Personal File on Maria Robotnik.

Oh.

He supposed that this made a little more sense. After all, the commander had acted rather rashly based on his memories of her as well. But what in the world could have set Shadow off so badly that he’d act against G.U.N.? Especially if he knew the commander’s past….

He called in a squad leader on the spot. When the middle-aged woman appeared at his desk, he looked her straight in the eyes. “I presume you’ve heard about the security breach.”

“Yes, sir.” she replied.

“I need you to send out two of our best recon agents. If Team Dark really has decided to betray us, then I need to know everything about why and what they’ll do next. Do everything you can to get some time with Sonic the Hedgehog and Miles Prower. They’re close with the team, and they might have some answers for us. Got it?”

“Understood, sir!” she said crisply, before turning to leave his office.

Once he was alone again, the commander heaved a sigh and stared at his computer screen, preparing to type out an email sending the entire organization into a Level 3 Alert. What in the name of Chaos was going on here?

…

If the commander had followed his subordinate, he might have begun to understand what was happening.

He was not an unjustly cruel man- for the most part. The Shadow issue had been an emotional time, and that was an anomaly. However, this violent tendency was not an anomaly in and of itself.

In the end, G.U.N. was a military organization. They did have a history of resorting to violence too quickly (Maria’s death was a glaring reminder of that for the commander). They had jurisdiction that was far wider than most would expect. And they were often called in first during uncertain situations, before any other government agency.

So when the squad leader returned to her team’s office, she told them about their mission: to get as much information as possible about Team Dark’s motivations, behaviors, and potential future movements….with full authorization, from her, to do so by any means necessary.

After all, this was a security breach, and a danger to the entire organization. It had been classified a Level 3 Alert, and was likely to go up at any moment.

They had authorization to do whatever they needed.

What could go wrong there?

#scars you can't see #sycs #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e 123 omega #here we go...#interesting fact: i actually misspelled rogue as rouge instead of the other way around once #i broke 3000 words again!! yay #in case you can't tell...gun has some ISSUES #sol’s fanfiction

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What are some of your favorite long johnlock fics (like 100k+ words) ?

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: Do you have any recommendations for a hella long (80k-250k+) and hella angsty with hella good writing? Like any personal favourites, if you’re into heavy stuff ig. (Bonus points if topics include either one being suicidal, infidelity/cheating, and/or if there’s a redemption arc)\

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: What’s the longest slow burn fic you’ve ever read? Ive only been reading fan fic for 4 months, and i read one that had 150k words but i was wondering if there are longer slow burns?

@deerstalker143 said to inevitably-johnlocked: Hi, I really like your fic recs, and was wondering if you could provide a fic rec of long and sweet book-length Johnlock fics :D Thank you!

Hi Lovelies!!

OH GOD, you guys asked me these AGES ago, and I started a list and it just kept growing and growing and GROWING, especially since I’m reading a lot more really long epics these days, so it makes me happy to have a decent sized list for y’all now! I think now would be a good time to post them… and I know that people have been asking for them. So I’m putting these together since they’re long-fic related LOL Slow Burn List here if you’re interested in more!

NOVEL-LENGTH FICS: 100K+ FICS

See also: Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018) (I do have a whole bunch more since then, so just ask if you want a Pt. 2)

Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w+ WiP || Fluff and Humour, Love Confessions, Romance, Snuggling) – Sherlock’s journey in defining his flat mate and stumbling through the muddled world of emotion. {{This feels complete; the chapter count is listed as ? but I feel like it is done}}

The Heart In The Whole by verityburns (E, 101,650 || Post-TGG Canon Divergence, Drama & Angst, H/C, First Time) – Events after ‘The Great Game’ leave Sherlock dependent on his best friend and colleague. But John has a secret of his own…

The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w. || Alternate Future AU || , Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It’s 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn’t need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

Maintenance and Repair by patternofdefiance (E, 106,650 w. || FutureAU, Augmentation || Augmented John, Depression, Body Modification, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Sci-Fi, Self-Care, Body Dysmorphia) – John wants to explain the rush of sensation and data, which is just another form of sensation (or is it the other way around?). John wants to say:Augmentation circuits report temperature, pressure, various forms of quantitative input. Sudden changes are reported as pain, since sudden changes are dangerous, and pain is the quickest way to encourage reflexive extraction. But all John can manage is, “Nng.” Because this sudden touch is not reporting as pain. Part 2 of STATIC

A Study in Winning by Jupiter_Ash (E, 106,658 w. || Tennis AU || John POV, Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Sherlock Speaks French, Switchlock, Wimbledon) – John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. One is a broken almost was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. It really should have been. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything? Part 1 of Tennis

Eyes Up, Heels Down by CodenameMeretricious (E, 107,845 w. || Sports Equestrian AU || Fluff, Angst, Humour, Rider!Sherlock, Groomer!John, Show Jumping, Slow Burn, Happy Ending) – Sherlock is a top eventing rider currently training at Baker Farms. John is the new groom who’s been told to steer clear of the surly rider and his horses. Part 1 of Baker Farms

between each beat are words unsaid by darcylindbergh, hudders-and-hiddles (T, 107,998 w. || Epistolary, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Happy Ending) – On their wedding night, John and Sherlock gift each other with the things they each said when the other could not hear, the things they each put down where the other could not see: a collection of writings that illustrate the way their love for one another has grown over the years. Part 1 of between each beat

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w. || Genie/Djinn AU || Magical Realism, H/C, Kidnapping, Genie Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Case Fic, H/C, Angst, Clubs, John Whump) – Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more.

THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF JOHN WATSON by skyefullofstars (T, 110,758 w. || H/C, Kidnapping, Angst, Violence, Whump, Nightmares, Murder, Drug Addiction, Torture) – While Sherlock grapples with his new-found feelings for John Watson, he faces a very real threat: John’s kidnapping and shooting at the hands of James Moriarty. And the knowledge that the love of his life is being used to test an addictive drug - at the risk of John’s sanity and life. Prequel to THE BOYS OF BAKER STREET. Part 1 of THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF JOHN WATSON

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w. || Established, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis, Happy-ish Ending) –After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it’s supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken {{I love Sherlock’s characterization in this… it’s so heartwrenching but very realistic}}.

The Burning Heart by May_Shepard (M, 119,150 w. || Canon Divergence, Post-TRF, John’s Sexuality, S3 Rewrite, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV John Watson, John’s Gay) – When Sherlock dies, John Watson feels like his life is over too. He’s completely shut down, until Mark Morstan, a new nurse at John’s medical clinic, catches his attention, and helps him uncover the long buried truth of his attraction to men. Although he’s certain he’ll never get over Sherlock, John plans to move on, and build a new life with Mark, unaware that Sherlock is not quite as dead as he appears, and that Mark is hiding secrets of his own.

The Swan Triad by Pennin_Ink (T, 121,660 w. across 3 works || Swan Lake AU || Magical / Fairy Tale AU, Romance, Falling in Love, Pining, Psychological Torture, Transformation) – Sherlock and John grow up spending every summer together. Their mothers’ attempts to play matchmaker only fuel their mutual resentment and scorn. But then, one summer.

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship’s surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there’s more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin’ the eye, he has to choose… is it a pirate’s life for him?

To Light Another’s Path by BeautifulFiction (E, 128,654 w. || Post-TGG, Sick Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Drug Addiction / Recreational Drug Use, First Time / Kiss, Case Fic) – Teaching John to observe seems to be a losing battle, but when Sherlock falls ill and submits himself to John’s care, will he realise that there is more to life than the science of deduction? Meanwhile, there is a murder to solve, and John must try and convince Sherlock not to sacrifice his own health for the sake of the case.

The Horse and his Doctor by khorazir (T, 129,003 w. || Horse / Vet AU || Magical Realism, Horses, Vet John, Horse Sherlock, Implied Alcoholism) – Invalided after a run in with a poacher in Siberia, veterinary surgeon John Watson finds it difficult to acclimatise to the mundanity of London life. Things change when a friend invites him along to a local animal shelter and he meets their latest acquisition, a trouble-making Frisian with the strangest eyes and even stranger quirks John has ever encountered in a horse.

Ten Days by Engazed (E, 137,208 w. || Rape/Non-Con, Post-TRF, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Torture, Case Fic) – Sherlock Holmes has been dead for forty months, and John is at last beginning to live his life again. But just when he believes he might be happy, his world crashes back down around him. John is named a missing person. Someone is pointing DI Lestrade in the wrong direction. And as the days pass, his situation only grows more dire. It seems like the disappearance of his best friend is the only thing that can bring Sherlock Holmes back from the dead. Part 1 of The Fallen

Colors by Quesarasara (E, 140,537 w. || Pleasantville-Inspired AU || Soulmates, Colour Bonds, Alternating POV, Angst, Fluff, Pining, Case Fic, Medical Procedures) – Everyone on earth is born with eyes that see in black, white, and an endless series of greys. When you meet your soulmate, you finally see the world in color. We’re all searching for the person who brings color to our lives. John and Sherlock are no exception. Part 1 of The Colors ‘Verse

How to Build a Heart out of Ashes by Teumessian (E, 144,931 w. || Changling AU || Slow Burn, Drug Use, Mentions of Child Abuse / Bullying, Mentions of Student/Teacher Relations, Uni-Age) – In an AU where a small number of the population become Changelings at a young age, at 17 John Watson believes he’s destined for Normal life but then the Change takes him and he is sent to the Baker Institute. There he meets Sherlock Holmes.

Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E, 151,907 w. || Friends to Lovers, Gay Bar / For a Case, Drugs, Pining, Case Fic, UST) – When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate’s charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim?

A Fold in the Universe by darkest_bird (E, 152,857 w. || O-John, A-Sherlock || Body Swap, Crossing Universes, DubCon, H/C, Angst, Happy Ending) – Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?

Performance In a Leading Role by Mad_Lori (E, 156,714 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Hollywood / Actor AU, Secret Relationship, Falling in Love, Slow Burn, Romance, Coming Out, Fluff and Angst, Pining) – Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world? Part 1 of Performance in a Leading Role

The Quiet Man by ivyblossom (E, 157,369 w. || Post-TRF, John First POV, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Present Tense, Imaginary Sherlock) – “Do you just carry on talking when I’m away?”

Gimme Shelter by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (E, 159,368 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || 70′s Surfer AU || Period Typical Homophobia, Hawaii, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Professional Surfers, Gay John / Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John was a Sailor, Misunderstandings) – All John Watson wants is the feeling of a freshly waxed surfboard under his feet and the hot California sun baking down onto his back. To finally go pro in the newly formed world of professional surfing and leave the dark memories of his past behind him as he rips across the face of a towering blue barrel. To lounge beside the beach bonfire every evening with an ice cold beer tucked into the cool sand beside him and listen to Pink Floyd and the Doors while the saltwater dries in his sun bleached hair. That’s all he wants, that is, until the hot young phenom taking Oahu and the Hawaiian shores by storm steps up next to him in the sand in the second round of the 1976 International Surf Competition. (PUBLISHED AS ‘The Sea Ain’t Mine Alone’)

Mise en Place by azriona (M, 161,004 w. || Restaurant (Kitchen Nightmares) AU || Sherlock is Gordon Ramsay / Celebrity Sherlock, Restauranteur John, Harry Plays Prominent Role, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, Cranky Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn) – John Watson had no intentions of taking over the family business, but when he returns from Afghanistan, battered and bruised, and discovers that his sister Harry has run their restaurant into the ground, he doesn’t have much choice. There’s only one thing that can save the Empire from closing for good – the celebrity star of the BBC series Restaurant Reconstructed, Chef Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Mise en Place

Sketchy by serpentynka (E, 184,053 w. || Post-TRF, Post-Mary, John Whump, Slow Burn Love Story, Case Fic, Art, Porn With Feelings, Switchlock, Travelling, Career Change, Family Secrets, Illness / Health) – What (and who) will be left when nobody cares about your Work? A slow-burn fic with cases, places, mistaken identities, unfair choices, essential changes, violent feels, blatant lies, fearless portraiture, family secrets, high-risk bespoke gifts, durable friendships, bedtime stories, foreign travel and tongues, sickness (and health), and the significance of things which are slow to unfurl – but cannot be ignored. Oh, and…porn. Part 1: Sherlock takes on an obvious case (barely a 4) and meets someone who will force him to re-examine what it means to see. Part 1 of Sketchy

Unkissed Series by 221b_hound (T to E, 184,168 w. across 46 works || Established Relationship, Ace Sherlock) – Sherlock returned from the dead a year ago. John returned to Baker Street six months ago. They’ve been in a couple since then. or at least, not NOT a couple. For two smart men, they sure can be dumb. Luckily, an art thief tries to drown Sherlock, Sherlock has a fever dream and things are about to change.

Fallen Series by Belladonna_Q, mamishka (T, 222,094 w. across 3 works || Winglock || Angel!John, Angels & Demons, Faes, Christianity, Changelings) – In a world where myth, mystery, and the supernatural flourish beneath the veneer of modern civilization, Sherlock is a master of magic as well as science and deduction. But there are some things that he cannot see, riddles he cannot unravel, even when they walk right beside him in the form of one John Watson…

The Gilded Cage by BeautifulFiction (E, 326,887 w. || Omegaverse || Omega Sherlock / Alpha John, Friends to Lovers, Dub Con, Reproductive Rights) – In a world where Omegas are the property of the elite Alphas, locked away and treasured by those wealthy enough to buy them, John never questioned his flatmate’s secondary gender. Sherlock Holmes was an Alpha through-and through. Wasn’t he? A chance discovery turns the world on its head, and John is left grappling to come to terms with Sherlock’s past as events conspire to threaten their future.

MARKED FOR LATER

Cake and Other Sins by Indybaggins (E, 100,670 w. || Great British Bakeoff AU || Alternate First Meeting, Angst, Baking, Desire, Disability, Incest (Holmescest/Holmescest with John), Masturbation, Falling in Love, Oral, Outdoor Sex, Past Drug Use, Poisoning, Voyeurism) – Sherlock and John meet as competing bakers on The Great British Bake Off. There’s intense baking, lush recipes and enticing food. Mycroft, guilt, past sins in chocolate and gingerbread. And love. That too.

Minutiae (Or 156 Things I Know About You) by AtlinMerrick (E, 101,342 w. + || WiP, Marriage, Anal/Oral Sex, Domestic, Stand Alone Chapters, Humour, Prompts, Lovers, Short Stories) – Here, in no particular order, are some of the things John has learned about Sherlock, and some of the things Sherlock has learned about John. In the end there will be 156 mundane and unusual facts for each of them. (Um…I never stopped at 156.) (All chapters stand alone.)

A Ritual to Read to Each Other by weeesi (E, 101,463 w. || Post S3 / Post HLV, Pining, Alternating POV, Masturbation, John’s Nightmares, Mary is Not Nice, Love Confessions, Flashbacks, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, BJ’s / HJ’s, Shower Sex, Anal, John Deals With Feelings, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Injury, On Holidays, Implied Mystrade) – After Mycroft terminated his exile but before Sherlock could escape from the infuriating plane, John and Mary were whisked away by car to an unknown location.Sherlock hasn’t seen them for an entire year. He doesn’t know when he’ll see John again – until one day, he does.But, of course, nothing is simple.

Dog Days by All_I_need (E, 101,627 w. || Post-Baskerville AU, Experiments Gone Wrong, Fluff and Humour) – John has an accident in the laboratory of the Baskerville military facility. While they wait for the scientists to find a solution, he and Sherlock must re-examine the nature of their friendship as they navigate daily life and the Work, all while trying to answer the truly important questions: Is it okay to pet your flatmate if he happens to be a dog at the moment? And how exactly do you beg a self-professed sociopath for cuddles? Part 1 of Dog Days

The Bravery of the Soldier by bakerstreetgirl (G, 101,703 +w., WIP || BAMF John, John in Afghanistan, PTSD, Post-TRF, Case Fic, Sherlock Cares, Epic Bromance, Platonic Soulmates, Platonics, Flashbacks) – When a news story about a hostage situation in Afghanistan breaks, details about John Watson’s military service come to light that the doctor had kept secret for a long time. Sherlock is intrigued and John manages to surprise the British government. What John needs in light of this story and the PTSD responses it flares up, is a friend. Can Sherlock Holmes step up to the job?Deals mainly with John’s career and military background, plus epic friendship, BAMFness and a little bit of case fic. Part 1 of the Before Baker Street series

We Will Survive by anny (M, 105,960 w. || Viclock vs Johnlock, Past Viclock, Anal / BJ’s / Orgasms, Music, Jealousy, Case Fic, Social Media, Protective Mycroft, Pining John / Sherlock, Fluff, Weddings, Drug References, Drunkenness, Angst, Humour, Character Death) – After Reichenbach, Sherlock is back in London to face a new villain: Sebastian Moran. But he has to deal with John’s new life with Mary Morstan, and he soon understands that things between them have changed. With the arrival of Victor Trevor in Sherlock’s life, John will finally deal with his true feelings for Sherlock…

How Long? by TheBritishBourbon (M, 111,010 w. || Kidnapping, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Injured Sherlock, Protective John, PTSD Sherlock, Flashbacks, Dark Themes, Implied Torture) – Sherlock never got to jump off the roof of St. Barts, he never got the chance. Sherlock was abducted and held for 5 years, but now he has escaped. What awaits him as he returns to reality? Part 1 of How Long Universe

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (E, 114,574 w. || Military AU || Afghanistan, War Story, Thriller) – Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? Part 1 of Two Two One Bravo Baker Universe

Scotch Series by earlgreytea68 (M, 119,371 w. over 17 works || [Untagged, will tag when read]) – In which Sherlock asks Mycroft for a favor.

Did you feel it? : A soulmates AU by MorganeUK (G, 126,783 w. || Soulmates AU || Kid/Teen/Unilock, Protective Greg, Angst, Big Feels, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Mystrade, Injuries, Slow Burn, Anxious John, BAMF John, Protective John, Est. Rel., Happy Ending) – In a world where 0.01% of the population have a soulmate with whom they share pains and violent emotions… what are the odds that an ex-army doctor and an ex-addict detective open their heart and soul enough to found each others?Finally writing a twist on the soulmates trend… Hope you like it!

The Case of the Moebius Trip by Bitenomnom (NR, 129,218 w. || Time Travel, BAMF!John, Angst, Death, Post-TRF) – When John finally gives in and accepts a case for the first time since Sherlock fell eight months ago, he finds himself in a unique position: in possession of what his client calls a time machine, and desperate enough to give it a go. If it works, he could travel back in time. If it works, he could save Sherlock.

“Merry Christmas” I wrapped it up and sent it with a note saying “I love you” by starrysummernights (E, 136,580+ w. || WIP, chapter missing? || Post S4, Slow Burn, Mary is Not Nice, Christmas, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Parentlock, Past Torture / Rape) – John has moved back into 221B with his daughter Rosie after Mary was killed, but things are not exactly comfortable between him and Sherlock. After everything that has happened, they are trying to become friends again…and maybe something more. What better time than the Christmas season?! Takes place after TLD.

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w. || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel.) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it’s a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

Ten Days by Engazed (E, 137,208 w. || Rape/Non-Con, Post-TRF, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Torture, Case Fic) – Sherlock Holmes has been dead for forty months, and John is at last beginning to live his life again. But just when he believes he might be happy, his world crashes back down around him.John is named a missing person. Someone is pointing DI Lestrade in the wrong direction. And as the days pass, his situation only grows more dire. It seems like the disappearance of his best friend is the only thing that can bring Sherlock Holmes back from the dead. Part 1 of The Fallen {{I haven’t read this one yet so heed the tags}}

Emperor Tales of the Frozen South by cwb (M, 153,444 w. || Penguin AU || Adventure, Rituals, Fluff, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Gay Rights, Bonding, Antartica) – At the bottom of the world, two intrepid explorers make their way in the harshest of environments. An important journey must be taken, and prophecies fulfilled, but not before family meddling, political interference, and self-doubt threaten to alter the future of an entire species.If you know me at all, you know that this had to be done. Part 1 of Emperor Tales of the Frozen South

Skeletons by flawedamythyst (T, 174,262 w. across 3 works || Implied Character Death) – Sherlock’s refusal to talk about his past hides far more skeletons than John could ever have guessed at. Halloween-esque AU.

All the Best and Brightest Creatures by wordstrings (E, 188,426 w. || Case Fic, Action/Adventure, POV First Person, Alternate Canon, Romance, Hurt / Comfort, Love at First Sight, Asexuality, Kidnapping, Torture, Drug Use/Addiction) – Sherlock sent Jim Moriarty to prison for killing Carl Powers at age ten. This is the story of the consequences.

Nature and Nurture by earlgreytea68 (M, 203,273 w. || Parentlock, Cloning, Kidlock, Dev. Rel.) – The British Government accidentally clones Sherlock Holmes. Which brings a baby to 221B Baker Street. Part 1 of Nature & Nurture

Free Falling by twistedthicket1 (M, 203,574 w. || Winglock, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Kidlock / Teenlock, Mystrade & Johnlock) – All Guardian angels are born with a Chosen human. When this child is born, the angel comes into being to protect and care for them during their life on Earth. For John Watson, all he cares about in the world revolves around his Chosen, Sherlock Holmes. Watching him grow up though, the angel soon learns that God must have had a sense of humor the day he decided to make Sherlock, as trouble seems to follow him like a magnet wherever he goes. John can’t decide what’s worse, the idea of losing his Chosen one, or the fact that he may be breaking the most taboo law of heaven as he disguises himself as a human to better protect and befriend the beloved detective he’s always watched from afar. He was meant to care for him. But what happens when caring evolves into something more? What happens when an emotion an angel is supposed to be incapable of possessing comes to life suddenly and viciously inside John’s chest?

The Jewel in the Tower by PoppyAlexander (E, 207,079 w. || Dystopian AU, Violence, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Mild Dub Con, One World Government, Class Issues, Assassin John / Geisha Sherlock, Self Esteem Issues, Slow Burn, Espionage, Miscommunication, Sexual Fantasy, Masturbation, Letters/Texting, Phone Sex, Infidelity, First Time, Blow Jobs, Dirty Talk, Injury Recovery, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Scars, Misgendering, Happy Endings) – In a contemporary dystopia, Unity is peace – despite the fact unsanctioned information, illicit currency, and every sort of danger flows unchecked in the world’s pleasure districts. John Watson, a weary hired gun, is assigned by the mysterious Mentor to investigate a subversive element lurking in the Icehouse, the world’s most famous House of Repose. As accustomed as he is to dealing with the unexpected, John is nevertheless woefully unprepared to meet the gem of the Ice house, Xie, the world renowned “drashaskaya,” the living work of art after which all other drashas are modeled. In sumptuous suites, amid trailing puddles of silk and fervent whispers in the night, John soon learns that nothing is as it seems in the floating world of London’s pleasure district. (PUBLISHED AS “At Night in the Floating World”)

The Good Morrow Series by greywash (E, 216,513 +w. across 5 works || WiP || Post-TRF Divergence, Horny John, Smut, Feelings, Negotiations, Christmas/Advent, Sherlock is a Mess, Relationships, Addiction Issues, PTSD, Therapy, Injury, Aging, Loneliness, Marriage, Family, Friendship, POV Second Person, Travel, Character Studies) – A post-S2 series where everyone has a lot of feels about everything and plausibility is stretched unto breaking. Also: fucking.

You Go To My Head by 7PercentSolution and J_Baillier (E, 257,765+ w. across 8 Stories, WiP || Surgeon AU || Medical Realism, Doctor John / Doctor Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Addiction, Angst, Slow Burn, PTSD, Pining, Insecurity) – This series is an alternate universe one, featuring the exciting medical and romantic adventures of doctors Watson (senior neuroanaesthetist) and Holmes (neurosurgeon).

Radioactive Trees In A Red Forest by Maribor_Petrichor (E, 280,251 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S4, Suicidal Ideations, Alcohol / Rx Drug Abuse, Coming Out / Bisexual John, Seizures, Past/Referenced/Implied Child Abuse, Hallucinations, Rehab, Celibacy, Sobriety / Relapse, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Grief/Mourning, Psychological Trauma, Nice /Not Anti-Mary, John’s POV, Parentlock, First Time, Angst, Switchlock) – John Watson is what happens when a man can no longer see a reason to go on. John Watson is what happens when a man starts to let go. “It is what it is.” John Watson is what happens when what “it is” becomes too much to bear. This is a story of the life, death, and resurrection of John Hamish Watson.

Enigma by khorazir (M, 289,667 w. || Codebreaker / WWII / Imitation Game-Inspired AU || Case Fic, Espionage, Period-Typical Homophobia / Sexism, Pining Sherlock, Inexperienced / VirginSherlock, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Non-Graphic Violence) – It’s the autumn of 1941, war is raging in Europe, German U-boats are raiding Allied convoys in the Atlantic, the Luftwaffe is bombing English cities, and the cryptographers at Bletchley Park are working feverishly to decode their enemies’ encrypted communications. One should consider this challenge and distraction enough for capricious codebreaker Sherlock Holmes. But the true enigmas are yet waiting to be deciphered: an unbreakable code, a strange murder, and the arrival of Surgeon Captain John H. Watson of the Royal Navy.

My Heart Is True As Steel by prettysailorsoldier (E, 316,207 w. || Teenlock, Case Fic, Rugby, Fluff, First Kiss/Time, Past Drug Use, Anal, Blow Jobs) – When Sherlock and John become roommates at a prestigious sixth-form college, they both get a lot more than they bargained for. Between Shakespeare, rugby, and not a small amount of murder, it promises to be a very interesting year, but there is much more going on than meets the eye. A noose is tightening around the duo, darker and more dangerous than anyone realizes, and it will take everything they both have to unravel it before they lose everything they’ve found.

NUTRISCO ET EXTINGUO by Zoffoli (M, 327,772 w. || Alternating Second Person POV, Post-TRF, Character Study, Romance, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Humour, Mystery) – “You haven’t said what you wanted to say.” Well yes, some things take you by surprise, and you’re not quite prepared for them. Like when your best friend jumps off a building in front of you.

Deflowered - Director’s Cut by Lorelei_Lee (E, 328,535 w. || Mafia / Mob AU || Rape/Non-Con, Dub-Con, Boss John/Rentboy Sherlock, Bottomlock, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous John, Prostate Milking, Sounding, Anal Beads/Plug, Anal Sex / Fingering, Spanking, Begging, Blow Jobs, Riding Crops, Begging, Romance, Desperation, Minor Character Death, Implied Self Harm, Violence) – It should have been strictly business. Being a Mafia boss with a sadistic sexual streak, John had long since realised that his playthings were in it for the money only. Being a masochistic rent boy, Sherlock seemed too good to be true. Little did they know…

The Men Who Talked Between the Words by Odamaki (E, 463,024 w. || Parentlock, UST/URT, Pining Sherlock, Grieving John, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse, Slow Burn/Build, Case Fic, First Kiss / Time, Implied/Referenced Suicide & Drug Use, Slow Burn, Sherlock Whump, Panic Attacks) – John expected to be a father some day; he expected to have the house, and the wife and the nice suburban job. Sherlock never expected to have children, in part because he never expected to make it past 30. As it turns out, you don’t get a choice. Crammed into Baker Street with a baby, John struggles with single-parenthood and his own fears, while Sherlock treads the fine line between doing too little and saying too much.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #long fics #novel length fics #100k fics #my fic recs #long post #burdenedwithacurse

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TWIGW RoundUp (July 21 - 27)

Greetings Everyone! Here’s your roundup of contributions for this week. Check out their stuff and show them some love!😊💖 🌃🌉

~Mod TB

Fanfiction:

aminamenta, Mission Accepted (Part 19)

Rating: General Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Multi

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Character: Heero Yuy

Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, Drabble

Summary: A Gundam Wing drabble collection based on r/fanfiction's July 2019 Daily Prompts. Missing moments and character explorations from a series I have loved for years. 100 words each. Mission Accepted. 1. Heero Yuy

ateventide, Echoes

Rating: General Audiences

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Characters: Relena Peacecraft, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Zechs Merquise

Summary: One Shots, Drabbles and mostly unfinished works

@bailong05, All the King's Horses (Ch. 6)

Rating: Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown/Gundam Wing

Relationships: Jack Spicer/Chase Young, Chang Wufei/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Jack Spicer, Chase Young (Xiaolin Showdown), Chang Wufei

Additional Tags: fem!Jack, mentions of physical abuse, Mentions of Emotional Abuse, Mentions of Sexual Harassment, Panic Attacks, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Mentions of War, Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Healing, Crossover

Summary: In which Chase Royally Fucks Up.

@bobo-is-tha-bomb, Unchain Utopia [COMPLETE - 14 chapters]

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Rating: Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Zechs Merquise/Reader

Characters: Zechs Merquise, Relena Peacecraft

Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Summer of Zechs, Summer of Zechs 2019, Sexual Content, Lime, Drama, Family

Summary: When unexpected political roles are pushed upon you and your husband, you find your life turned upside down. The challenge is far greater than anything you have encountered before, but also leads to new insights. And who knows, you might even find the ultimate happiness there. ZechsxReader

Written for Summer of Zechs 2019 - @seasons-of-gundamwing

The Bodyguard

Rating: Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationship: Heero Yuy/Reader

Characters: Heero Yuy, Reader, Relena Peacecraft

Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, Violence, Mild Sexual Content

Summary: When death threats start to get serious, Preventer sends an Agent to protect you. But this man might be more dangerous to you than any death threat. HeeroxReader.

In the End

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationship: Chang Wufei/Reader

Characters: Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell, Reader, OC - Character

Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, Violence, Reader Insert

Summary: Five years after the war you still struggle with its horrors. Determined not to let it get to you, you decide to take a course in self defense. If only you knew that your instructor would drive you crazy and that he would get you angry with one look. Oh, and did I mention he is also sexy as sin? WufeixReader

What’s going on Fanfiction wise (4)

Doii, Precogmare (Ch. 6)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy

Additional Tags: Quatre Raberba Winner/Trowa Barton - Freeform, Chang Wufei/Sally Po - Freeform, Get Together, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy - Freeform, Mission Gone Wrong

Summary: A mission gone wrong shows Duo the future that awaits them. Could he stop it on time? Can he protect Relena and the other pilots while keeping his secrets hidden? Wrote it ages ago, never published it. A lot of cursing and references to violence, death, blood and suicide. It's a Heero and Duo get together, background 03x04 and 05xS

@duointherain, Beneath (Ch. 12)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationships: Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Summary: Duo discovers real catsup!

Experimental, Chase your dreams away

Rating: Mature

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Category: M/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationship: Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Characters: Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei, Quinze (Gundam Wing)

Additional Tags: Canon Timeline, Dark, Not Really Character Death, Everyone Is Alive, Zero System, Mindfuckery, Guilt, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Romantic Friendship, I Will Go Down With This Ship

Summary: He watches them fall one by one when he closes his eyes. It doesn't matter if it's not real. It's his fault. That's real enough. "Bad dream?" Trowa asks him. The worst.

@janaverse, stickies from heero

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Pairing: 1+2+1, 1x2x1 (Heero x Duo)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell

Additional Tags: Get Together, Friendship, Eventual Sap, Eventual Implied Sexual Content, Mentions of Trowa/Quatre/Wufei/Relena/Sally - for now

Creator Chose Not to Archive Warnings

Summary: heero and duo are in their mid-20's and are sharing a house. they are both working as preventers, but are not on the same work schedule. duo initiated this unique form of communication and heero has fully embraced it. [ these are images of the actual notes that heero leaves for duo on their refrigerator. ]

@helmistress, The Italian Job [Ch. 2 & 3 is up - now COMPLETE]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationship: Zechs Merquise/Lucrezia Noin

Characters: Zechs Merquise, Lucrezia Noin

Additional Tags: Summer of Zechs, Photo prompt, Prompt Fic, Zechs and Noin catchin' Cartel heads and Serial Killers in one fell swoop. And then having a nice dinner.

Summary: Zechs and Noin have a have a job to do in Siena but with all the beautiful scenery and unique places to eat, will they be able to focus?

kracken, Black Dog Blues (Ch. 9)

Not Rated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationship: Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Original Heero Yuy, Zechs Merquise, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Trowa Barton

Additional Tags: gundam wing - Freeform, Yaoi

Summary: Duo is a troubled detective who solves cases with the help of visions of the supernatural. Unfortunately, those visions are driving him slowly insane. Can his new partner Heero Yuy save his soul and his sanity? AU

Lost in the Blue (Ch. 1)

Not Rated

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationships: Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Characters: Wing (Gundam Wing), Gundam Wing - Character

Additional Tags: Preventers (Gundam Wing), Duo Maxwell - Freeform, Heero Yuy - Freeform

Summary: After the war everyone is a member of Preventers. Duo proves to be a pain in the ass to work with and Heero Yuy avoids him at all cost... until the day he can't any longer.

luvsanime02, Petty Bullets

Rating: General Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Wild Wild West, Humor, Friendship, Cocktail Friday

Language: English

Series: Part 78 of the Cocktail Friday Fics series Collections: GW Cockatil Fridays

Summary: Duo’s really not sure how to take his drink coming with an actual bullet encased in the glass.

@ransomedbard, A Good Day

Rating: Teen

Characters: Duo Maxwell

Dialogue cut from a WIP.

Implied violence, mentions of character death

Sheslikethis, The Unforgiven Soldiers

Rating: Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Relationships: 6x5, 1x2 - Relationship, 3x4, 6xN, 1xR, 2xH, 5+S

Characters: Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Zechs Merquise, Sally Po, Relena Peacecraft, Hilde Schbeiker, Dorothy Catalonia, Lady Une

Additional Tags: Gay, Gay Character, Male Friendship, Love, Angst, Drama, War Crimes, Crime Fighting, Eventual Relationships, Gay Sex

Summary: How many times can you ask the earth forgiveness and be denied? How long will your love ones restrain you from being loved? How far must you go to find your true calling? A story about 6 six men were war has stolen their coming of age and they have to fight their own personal battles to find manhood. While insurgence groups, terrorist and misguided people all try to find peace.

@wingslanding, Broken (Ch. 12)

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Rating: Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Relena Peacecraft/Heero Yuy

Characters: Relena Peacecraft, Heero Yuy

Summary: One of the greatest love stories never told... this way.

Fanart/Manipulations/Graphics:

@artthingymabob, Relena Peacecraft

@deathscythehell, 2x4x2 and an airplane

@dinmitbang, Desire to monopolize

@duointherain, Duo Maxwell

@hashiome, Chang Wufei

@janaverse, Heero, Trowa and Duo

@meporinbb, Summer Wild Beat

@openbookexam, Gundam Wing 01

Cosplay:

@elpheal, Gundam Wing:: Five

@manabingu, Zechs's helmet > Zechs Merquise

Photosets/Screenshots/GIFs:

@animarchive, Mobile Suit Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz (Newtype, 02/1997) > After War Gundam X and Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz (Newtype, 12/1996)

@animethingsandstuff, 3x4x3 (Episode 4) > Includes a discussion/debate w/ @seitou, @cynfinnegan, @gundayo and @terrablaze514.

@bobo-is-tha-bomb, Rough character sketches

@disturbed02girl, Relena Darlian (in “It’s Just Love” closing theme) > 1+R / 2+H > Wing Zero versus Epyon > WMS-03 Maganac > Nataku/Shenlong (GoL) > Treize Khushrenada (GoL) > Trowa Barton (GoL) > Heero Yuy in Epyon (GoL)

@janaverse, Duo Maxwell > Heero Yuy

@wingslanding, My Favorite Fight Scene (Endless Waltz)

Videos/AMVs:

@myspicyuniverse, →Crash←

Studio aLf, "White Reflection" - Gundam Wing Endless Waltz (cover)

@theopmeats, 12 Favorite Moments in MSA: Gundam Wing > (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12)

@timelordnomad (featuring @offspringchick29 & @seitou) - Gundam Wing Game Night (1) (2) via Twitch.tv

Moodboards/Aesthetics:

@disturbed02girl, Gundam 40th “BEYOND” (Comic Con 2019)

@horrendousedits, Gundam Wing EW character moodboards

@jellyfishflan, Wild Wing Boys (stickers)

@p3ac3fulfor3st, All the King’s Horses (Ch. 6): Of Pride and Pain (for @bailong05)

Headcanons:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes, @softnocturne, @rinachiba - Cooking Headcanon!

@peachandbetty, Headcanon - Language (1xR)

@robo-rad, Send in your requests! > Different versions of Trowa

@theresareasonforthis, The Incredibles 2 << Mod’s note: This supports my idea of Trowa working on movies.

Memes:

@disturbed02girl, True warriors debate

@incorrectgundamwingquotes, Disaster idiots alignments > Lady Une versus Preventers > Time travel… (featuring @greenekangaroo & @chofitia)

@janaverse, Definition of glomping

Gunpla:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb, Wing 01 > "I will be true..."

@christianmswanson, Tallgeese (progress) > Tallgeese II > Tallgeese (update)

Gonzalo G. B., Gundam "The Fallen" (for a contest)

@waifus-of-hope, Kit arrives > Mission accomplished (Wing Zero) > Asking the Real Questions (video)

Meta/Promos/Fandom Discourse:

@amyole, Gundam Wing App

@flaminfogelman, YouTube channel update

@invader-vel, The Initials: D. M.

@oneshortdamnfuse, No one versus… Me

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes, Trowa shouldn’t put Marie in bed anymore

Submission by @travellemon

Hilde and Relena

Duo versus ZERO system

Relena proposes, but…

Trowa Barton

Trowa, Heero and Wufei

Wufei and Duo

Heero versus Zechs

What's your sexuality?

Dr. J and Heero

Quatre versus ZERO system

At Preventers HQ

Relena and the “cool’ blonde dude from class (Heero taught him manners in fencing class)

Submission by @bobo-is-tha-bomb

Field Medic

2x5x2

Heero and Trowa

Trowa, Heero, Duo and Quatre

Quatre and Heero (the others are avoiding the kitchen)

Trowa and Quatre

1x2x1 (2)

Undercover at a new school

Submission by @timelordnomad

Submission by @janaverse (2)

Quatre and Noin

Duo and Quatre

Trowa, to Catherine

Stranger Things parody

3x4x3 (2)

Aboard Peacemillion

Calendar Events:

@gundam-wing-bingo, Gundam Wingo is a go!

Come sign up for a card here: https://gundam-wing-bingo.tumblr.com/post/186080202031/gundam-wing-bingo

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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game of survival, chapter 4/? (branjie) - holtzmanns

AN: This chapter is a wild ride and all over the place. Enjoy!

Summary: She wonders what it would be like if she met Vanessa at a club, if she danced with her and pulled her closer, hands gripping her hips all without knowing her name. If she got to take her home, press kisses up her body and overwhelm her senses and make her scream.

She does a mental check as she sits up, uncurling herself from her slumped position on the pavement - wallet, shoes, purse, keys, coat, nearly everything still on her. Gun-

Where’s her gun?

Vanessa swivels frantically, patting the ground around her and looking around the alley. Did the bitch really take her gun?

The sky is a watercolour mural of pinks and reds as the sun sets, not all different from when Vanessa first confronted the woman. Which means that it hasn’t been very long since the woman knocked her out (and kissed her, kissed her), and there’s a chance she could still be nearby.

Vanessa stands up slowly, leaning against the building wall so that she doesn’t fall back over. She feels like shit. The headache that has started to bloom in the space between her eyes is making the world spin and all she wants to do is sit back down on the alley pavement, but she keeps herself up. She needs to tell someone, her need to investigate Blondie on her own be damned.

Silky is already in her pajamas when Vanessa knocks, opening the door with a perplexed expression. “Bitch, why are you still in a pantsuit? Did you just leave the office?”

Vanessa shoves past her into her apartment, wasting no time in shedding her jacket and purse onto the ground. “Never mind that. I have a small, tiny, miniscule problem that may actually be a huge problem. But who’s to say?”

Silky gives her a long look. “Why do I have a feeling that it’s the latter?” She sighs. “Fine, pour the wine.“

Silky interrupts Vanessa’s story approximately forty three times, swear words and exclamations galore as Vanessa tells her everything. When Vanessa is done, though, she’s speechless; and her only response is to take a sip of her wine. A very, very, big sip, Vanessa notes, before Silky can collect herself enough to say anything.

“You are so stupid.”

“We been knew, Silky.”

“You could have gotten yourself killed!”

“But I didn’t. Score one for me.”

“Jesus Christ.” Silky is rubbing her temples, and Vanessa almost wants to reach out and pat her shoulder. Knowing about the absolute death glare that Silky would give to her if she did, though, makes her hold back.

Silky lets out a sigh, and Vanessa can see the gears turning in her head, trying to make sense of the story. “So…she…who is she again?”

Vanessa shrugs. “I have no fucking clue. All I know is that she’s a good enough kisser that it damn nearly knocked me out. Oh, wait.” She snickers at Silky’s almost pained expression. “Too soon?”

“Vanessa, this is serious! And dangerous. I need to call A’keria-”

“No, don’t!” Vanessa yelps, tugging on Silky’s arm. “You know she’ll freak the fuck out like she always does and make a big fuss. I’m fine! No harm done.”

“No harm done yet! There’s a target on your back already, and here you are, playing with fire with some bitch who seems like she’s killed a man at least once.”

“She would have killed me already if she wanted to. I don’t think she’s out for that.”

The words barely leave Vanessa’s lips before Silky leans back in exasperation. “You don’t think- bitch, she fully KO’d you! Why are you acting like this is a fully normal situation?”

“I’ll be careful, okay? Just wanted…some backup. Someone else to know while I try to figure out who she is.”

Silky looks as if she’s aged a decade in the span of ten minutes. Vanessa almost feels bad - almost. Silky has been her best friend for years, way before the campaign started, and has had her own share of crises that Vanessa has had to clean up too.

“Fuck. Fine. Be careful, and tell me everything as you do it. Before you do it, even. I want eyes on you the whole time.” Silky looks around. “Speaking of which, where the fuck are the bodyguards I hired for you?”

Vanessa’s expression is sheepish. “I may or may not have let them go after a day after I managed to outrun them. Maybe or maybe not while chasing Blondie.”

“Are you kidding? We’ve still been paying them this entire time!”

Vanessa holds back a laugh when Silky drops her head into her hands. “Sorry, Silk. Didn’t think they’d be so…bumbling.”

“Your chaotic tendencies will be the absolute death of me during this campaign. You’re giving me white hairs. I hope you know that.”

“Love you too, Silky.”

Vanessa’s in a lighter state when she eventually leaves Silky’s apartment, the burden of secrets she’s been carrying now shared between the two of them. She knows that Silky has her back, and won’t tell A’keria or the rest of the team. Vanessa doesn’t need that type of ass whooping from her campaign manager. She’s also promised to let Silky know her whereabouts before doing anything stupid again - because, according to Silky, she ‘absolutely fucking will in the future and we both know it’.

Her mood dampens, though, watching the shadows cast by the lampposts on her walk home. They turn into figures, taunting her in the darkness and making her shudder. She can’t help but look twice into each alleyway that she passes, to speed up whenever she sees someone else walking by at the late hour.

The fatigue is beginning to set in once more, tugging her down like the way she fell when the woman-

Vanessa shivers. She made light of it at Silky’s, but she really could have been in danger. The woman was too in control, too calculating, too…powerful.

She is ignoring the fact that the kiss was the hottest thing that she’s ever experienced in her life, gentle and rough and rocking her world all at once. She’s definitely not thinking about the fact that she wants to kiss her again.

She’d be insane to want that.

Right?

Ducking into her apartment doesn’t provide Vanessa the calm she so desperately needs. Suddenly the windows are too big, too uncovered, the walls too thin, she feels like there are eyes everywhere, watching her. Does the woman know where she lives? Has she seen her, taken a look in the windows, come up with plans for her while doing so? Is she outside now? Vanessa has to hold herself back from compulsively checking the windows. She’s going insane. She has to be. Maybe the woman is a figure of her imagination, a hallucination caused by stress and exhaustion from the campaign. The kiss a manifestation of the fact that it’s been way too fucking long since she’s gotten laid.

It has to be the answer, for Vanessa’s sanity. She clings to the idea of possible visions and a mind running wild until she walks into the office the next morning, only to see a simple, unmarked box delicately placed front and centre on top of her desk.

She opens the lid before anyone else arrives at the office and really, she should have expected what would be inside.

It’s her gun.

Brooke accepts additional jobs as a distraction, taking the life of a loan shark, an abusive husband, and a Wall Street investor in the span of three days. The kills are fast; they’re reaffirming that she hasn’t quite lost her touch yet. Except for the fact that-

Vanessa remains alive.

It’s not that she’s avoiding the job, per se. She can’t do that, not with the deadline over her head that inches closer by the day. She’s aware of the consequences if she doesn’t get it done in time; she’s not stupid. The only thing that is stopping her is a twisted feeling spreading out from her chest, one of…regret? Nerves? Anticipation? She can’t quite place it.

It could just be indigestion.

She shouldn’t have taken the hit on Vanessa in the first place. It’s caused her nothing but trouble.

The fact that she fucking kissed her has nothing to do with it. Though it had been a nice, theatrical touch as she knocked Vanessa out with classic pressure points. Besides, Vanessa had kissed back, had met her with equal hunger before she passed out in her arms.

Brooke had a feeling that Vanessa wasn’t straight. She’s more than delighted to have been proven right.

She wonders what it would be like if she met Vanessa at a club, if she danced with her and pulled her closer, hands gripping her hips all without knowing her name. If she got to take her home, press kisses up her body and overwhelm her senses and make her scream.

She imagines Vanessa sated in her bed like all her past conquests. The way they headed out in the morning in a daze after leaving their numbers on the back of a receipt for Brooke to inevitably crumple up and throw in the trash. Not that Brooke would toss out Vanessa’s number, if they met that way. Not someone like her.

Vanessa’s gone from dominating Brooke’s thoughts over how to kill her to how she’d like to make her come over and over again. Vanessa infiltrates her dreams, her unconscious conjuring up scenarios of Vanessa falling apart beneath her hands. The dreams are enough to wake Brooke up, heart racing and her hand travelling between her own legs to take care of the problem, coming with a gasp and Vanessa’s name on her lips.

Again, probably indigestion. Nothing serious.

Vanessa staining her thoughts like ink makes Brooke wonder about how she’s faring, in the aftermath of waking up in the alley on her own. Does she remember anything? Is she thinking about the kiss, the way she melted into it? The gasp that had left her lips when Brooke had pressed hers against them?

She sits on her bed, turning Vanessa’s gun over in her hands. It’s a semi automatic 9 mm pistol, not unlike the ones that Brooke used in her days before her assortment of rifles. She imagines Vanessa’s hands wrapped around it, pulling the trigger, absorbing the recoil with her tiny frame. Wonders if Vanessa has ever used it.

Brooke wipes the gun clean, places it back in Vanessa’s office for her to find the next morning. She has manners, after all. She’s courteous. She wonders what Vanessa’s reaction will be when she opens the box, and wishes she could be a fly on the wall for the moment.

Vanessa’s on her mind, sure. Brooke wants to make sure that the reverse is equally as true. It’s only fair.

The days until the deadline fall one after the other like playing cards. Brooke counts them down one by one every morning as she wakes up.

She kills a handsy CEO for a secretary with bruises on her neck and a shaking frame for whom she waives half of her fee. She watches the blood pool as she packs up, and tries not to think about how soon she’ll do the same thing to Vanessa.

Refusing to deal with her inevitable hit on Vanessa has made her scarily efficient at her job, having taken more hits in the last five days than she has in months. She has two days to go. Two days before she absolutely has to put a bullet in her head. She still hasn’t figured out how to get herself to do it.

Brooke stumbles into her own apartment after departing the CEO’s penthouse, having left him slumped in an armchair for his mistress to find. She leans her rifle case and gear against the nearest wall, to be dealt with and put away after a bath and a stiff drink, when the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, start to prickle.

Something isn’t right.

A peek out of the corner of her eye reveals nothing - no movement, nothing suspicious. And yet-

Brooke pulls her tiny revolver for such situations out of her coat pocket as swiftly as she can. Though not fast enough.

The smell of cheap cologne overwhelms her senses. An arm snakes around her neck, grip too tight to slip out of, while the cold barrel of a gun presses to her temple and scratches at her skin.

She supposes the bath will have to wait.

The private detective’s voice is antsy on the other end of the phone. “I have good news and bad news.”

“Bad news?” “No prints on the gun. Wiped clean.”

Damn. Of course the bitch had been careful. Vanessa half expected that answer, but she still had some hope.

Vanessa sighs. “Good news?”

“Think I found your girl.”

She nearly drops the phone and screeches. “Why the hell didn’t you start with that, then?”

The private detective sends her an encrypted email after they hang up, one which she clicks breathlessly. Fuck. She doesn’t know how he did it, but a photo of the woman’s face fills her computer screen and goddamnit, the private detective has found her.

She scans the bullet points sent over by the private detective. Brooke Lynn Hytes. 33 years old. Last employment at the Metropolitan Police Department of the District of Columbia. Previously held the rank of Detective I, Robbery-Homicide Unit. Honourable discharge, four years ago.

The photo of the woman - of Brooke - makes her shiver. Her blue eyes stare through the screen and right into her soul the way they did before Brooke had kissed her, had made everything in her mind slip away including her own name. Brooke’s facial expression in the photo is a perfect mask, leaving it impossible to decipher what she was thinking, what she was feeling underneath her sculpted features.

Vanessa clicks the next file and it’s Brooke again, but her face is less closed off, less cold. Her eyes are alight with dreams and possibilities and promises for the future as she poses in her immaculately pressed police uniform. She looks so young, so hopeful, and Vanessa wants to reach into the screen and ask her what on earth happened to change that.

She’s about to Google ‘Brooke Lynn Hytes’ and reverse search the two images when a dull thud shakes the frame of her front door, making her nearly spill the contents popcorn bowl on her lap onto the couch. She drops it on the coffee table, eyes turned towards the door.

The noise is followed by…silence. She waits, bated breath, hands twisting on her lap (maybe it was just someone walking by in the hallway, hitting their bag against the door in passing), when she hears a rustle. Followed by a fist banging three times on the door.

Peeking through the peephole proves to be a very, very bad idea. As does opening the door for a certain blonde to stumble in, clutching a shoulder with a rapidly spreading bloodstain. Brooke.

In the flesh. In her apartment. Which Vanessa lets her into.

Vanessa can admit that she doesn’t make good decisions.

Vanessa tugs Brooke inside, shutting the door behind her. She tries to maneuver her to the couch and grabs her first aid kit from the kitchen on the way, ignoring the rational part of her brain that is yelling at her for disregarding any aspect of safety. Tries to ignore the small, small part of her that is thinking about what other things Brooke can do to her in her apartment concerning the sensation between her thighs. Though maybe when she’s not bleeding.

Brooke’s voice comes out in a groan as she sits down. “You need to go. From here.”

Vanessa pushes the thoughts away, puts them in a box and brushes the hair from Brooke’s shoulder, trying not to flinch when her fingers come back painted with blood. “What does that mean? What are you talking about?”

“There’s people after you. Well, other than me.” Brooke gives a curious look when Vanessa unbuttons the top of her shirt. “Trying to undress me already?”

Vanessa scoffs. “Hold still, bitch. You’re bleeding on my furniture.” She presses gauze onto the area, ignoring the hiss from Brooke. “And I knew you were up to something.”

Brooke gives her a pained smile. “The knocking out didn’t tell you that?”

“Shut up.” She’s bantering with her. With Brooke. Who is currently giving her couch (and Vanessa’s clothes) some blood red accents. Who had made her pass out the last time that they were in close physical proximity. All in all, a completely normal situation.

She can’t think about it too long or she will most definitely implode.

“Listen, though.” Brooke’s hands bat her fingers away from the gauze, her face insistent and slightly dazed. “You need to go. We need to go.”

“Why should I listen to you?” Vanessa may be incredibly idiotic, but she’s also stubborn and thorough. Something she’s proud of. The strong makings of any politician.

“You-” Brooke grimaces. “-have enemies. Who hire people like me to take care of things. You need to-”

“Stop moving.” Vanessa pushes an agitated Brooke back onto the couch. “My office blew up a few weeks ago. So, no shit. You were there.” Vanessa narrows her eyes at her while grabbing another piece of gauze.

“You’re welcome, by the way. For saving your life. Least I could do. Also the opposite of my job description.”

Vanessa looks at her sharply, as the alarm bells that have been ringing in her head for the last few weeks get louder. “Someone hired you to kill me?”

Brooke makes a clicking sound with her tongue, lets out a small huff of laugher. “Bingo.”

“But…” Vanessa’s brow furrows. The news isn’t necessarily a shock, it doesn’t knock her over in the way she expected it to. It’s not like she didn’t have an idea. Brooke had shown up in too many places, been around too much for it to be a coincidence. But even with confirmation, how come Brooke hasn’t

“You’re still alive, yeah. Though others are coming to finish the job, you’re going to die if we stay here so can we please-”

The door bangs open once more and in an instant Brooke is shoving her hand away, stumbling to maneuver herself in front of Vanessa like a shield and dropping a protective hand over her thigh. She pulls out a revolver from her coat in seconds, pointing it at the door. If Vanessa wasn’t terrified for her life, she has to admit that she would be turned on.

“What the hell?” Vanessa peeks from behind Brooke’s shoulder and sees two men, guns of their own cocked and ready and slowly approaching the couch. She hears Brooke let out a growl, low and deep in her throat, tries to ignore how it makes her shiver, not from fear.

“I should have just fucking killed you when I had the chance.”

“And instead you led us to our second planned stop.” The man who responds is smirking and Vanessa can feel Brooke tense, her grip on Vanessa’s thigh tightening. “What a coincidence. Now we can get rid of both of you at once.”

Brooke is off of Vanessa before she can take a breath, a flash of platinum and metal and thuds on the ground that echo like pinballs and the men are slumped on the floor, groaning.

Two shots, one after the other reverberate in the small apartment. Vanessa’s ears ring as her eyes refuse to register the sight of Brooke standing over two dead bodies.

Brook takes a deep breath, looks up at her, eyes wilder than she’s ever seen, the calm facade beginning to slip away. Vanessa can’t help the word that falls from her lips.

“Fuck.”

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #lesbian au #game of survival #holtzmanns #tw violence #tw gun violence #tw murder #submission

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singulari-taee · 6 years

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The Danger in Duality | 06

BTS X Reader

CW: Violence, explicit sexual content: fingering, oral sex, breath play mention

“You and your seven squad members must take on the struggles of being world-class assassins while also living as full-time college students”

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It was never a good feeling. Or at least that’s what he had to convince himself every time to keep his sanity.

But there was just something about the bastard’s face when the machete landed that was every bit as satisfying as he hoped it would be.

Taehyung kicked the man in his chest, dislodging the weapon from his skull as he sunk to the floor.

He expected the others to react sooner, to pounce on him to avenge their fallen friend. But everyone stood frozen as they watched the blood pool around his head and stain the concrete in the abandoned garage.

That moment of shock was all Taehyung needed to assess.

Eight men, each twice his size, all armed.

He dove for the next closest. Taehyung swung the machete and missed. The tall man dug in his waistband and pulled out a pistol. He fired once, and Taehyung felt the whiz of the bullet as it moved past him. He knocked the gun from the Mob boss’ hand with a kick, and the weapon clattered as it hit the floor. They looked at the weapon, then back at each other. The man dove for it, but before he could grab it, Taehyung sliced easily through the outstretched arm. The garage was filled with screams as the man stared at his detached hand laying on the ground.

It all happened faster than he anticipated. Soon five men were bolting towards him with no sign of stopping. There were more flying bullets, and his body moved in every way possible to avoid them in some sort of unrhythmic survival dance. It was what he learned in training: Just keep moving.

Suddenly a new figure appeared. It charged in, knocking one man to the floor.

Jimin slid his blade across the throat in one swift motion. He immediately pushed himself up to go towards the hand-less man and finish the job.

The recruits were huddled together, eyes wide with fear as they took in the scene before them. Taehyung wanted to scream, tell them to run and don’t look back, but he was preoccupied.

“Where the hell are you guys?!” Jimin screamed into the earpiece. Half of the men were now chasing him around the garage, as the rest tried to get Taehyung. “Some help would be nice!”

“Almost there!” Namjoon answered.

Two men ran up to him. One grabbed Jimin by his shoulders trying to force him against a wall while the other approached with a knife. Jimin grabbed the man by the shoulders in an awkward embrace and pushed him backwards into the man with the knife. By his grimace, he knew he had landed right on it.

There was more commotion across the garage. Jimin looked over to see you, Yoongi, and Namjoon sprinting in.

Namjoon took over trying to help Taehyung while you and Yoongi stood a moment trying to assess the situation. The space was basically empty, nothing but concrete and walls. This would give you little to no leverage or space for creativity. It would be hard but not impossible.

It was never impossible.

“I’ve got the right side!” you shouted before taking off towards Jimin.

“About time!” he said.

“Good to see you too.” you huffed. You had left your heels outside, right by the bodies of the security guards. The cold concrete on your feet kept you alert. You ran up to one of the men, and jumped. He instinctively caught you, and you put one palm to his chin and the other to the back of his head. You jerked to the side, hard, and heard the snap as he went limp. You let go before he fell to the floor.

Suddenly Jimin was grabbed and slammed against a pillar in the garage. The man lifted him up by the throat, choking him as tried to squirm away. You scanned around, finding a long wire by your feet.

You ran up behind the man and looped the wire around his neck, putting a foot to his back for good measure. With all the force you could muster, you pulled. He let go of Jimin, and went to scratch at the chord around his neck to no avail. He tried to spin around, but Jimin kicked at his shin, making him fall flat on his stomach. You dug your knees into his back as you continued to pull, until he stopped thrashing and went still. Jimin took a gun from the floor and pulled the trigger. One could never be too sure.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you have that one for the final kill count.” he winked.

Across the garage, it was complete mayhem. A scene of flailing limbs and screaming. Namjoon was standing above a body, and Taehyung and Yoongi were slashing at the last man standing. He aimed his gun towards them, but Yoongi disarmed him within seconds and shot once right through the middle of his head.

You and Jimin ran over. Everyone scanned the room for more threats until you spotted the half a dozen pairs of eyes staring back. They were shaking, and Taehyung thought they looked more scared now than ever.

Having witnesses was never easy.

“It’s okay,” Namjoon walked forward. The blood on his dress shirt didn’t help. “You’re safe now. But you all need to get out of here. Run. Go home.”

They shared glances, inching towards the door.

“Now!”

They darted out of the empty garage, leaving nothing but your squad and the scattered bodies.

“We’re done here, lets go!”

When you all were outside, Jungkook and Seokjin came soon after.

Everyone stood around, waiting for the next step. It was instinctual to get into the van and disappear into the night as always. You all remembered that that wasn’t an option this time.

“How are we getting back?” Jimin asked.

You all felt on edge, too exposed.

The group was standing by a side road, empty save for a few taxis.

“There’s our answer.” Taehyung said, nodding towards the row of yellow cars.

“A taxi?”

“We don’t really have the luxury to be picky, Yoongi.” Namjoon huffed. “Come on!”

Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook jumped into one, followed by Seokjin and Jimin in another, and you and Yoongi got in the last.

You nearly screamed the address to your apartment when you sat down.

The driver jumped, scared by your urgency, but put on his meter and hit the gas.

He was staring Yoongi down in his rearview mirror, and you wondered why until you saw the spots of blood covering the front of his jacket.

“Rough night.” you laughed nervously.

“Just don’t get it on the seats. Clean up is extra.” the driver muttered.

It was a silent ride.

The taxi stopped soon after, right in front of your building. Yoongi gave the man a few bills, an awkward goodbye, and closed the door.

You began to walk up the stairs when you noticed he wasn’t following.

“Hey!” you called. “Where are you going?”

“Home.” he answered.

You shook your head, “No. We need to talk.”

He sighed and followed you up to your apartment. You walked right to your room and closed the door. You sighed, hand on your face trying to keep it together before you let the inquisition fly. You turned to Yoongi. Even through the curtain of messy black hair, the feigned confusion on his face annoyed you even more than before.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“So you’re gonna play dumb?”

He shrugged.

Unbelievable. He was really going to make you spell this out for him.

“Back at the mission. In the broom closet.” you said. “You tried to...kiss me.”

“Yeah.”

It was matter of fact. So nonchalant that it made you almost short circuit.

“Y-yeah? Why?”

“You didn’t want me to?”

You blinked at him.

“That wasn’t the question.”

“Well how come you get to be the only one asking?” he asked. He crossed his arms, expression even.

“Because I said so!” even you knew that was an elementary answer, but this whole situation had you off your game.

“If you’re gonna keep me here can I at least take a shower? I don’t like having death on me for too long.” he turned towards your bathroom, and you put your hand on his shoulder to spin him around.

“No, what the fuck?” you said. “Yoongi, you know we can’t...do that, right?”

He was just as aware of the rules as you were. Everybody was. It was drilled into your heads just as much as a roundhouse kick or chokehold. Any relationships outside of platonic and professional within squads were prohibited.

“You think I don’t know that?”

“Well you sure acted like it.”

“It was just going to be a kiss. I wasn’t asking for your hand in marriage or any other kind of sappy shit. I just wanted to feel something for the first time in a long time...and you happened to be there.”

There was sincerity there, and a part of you understood, but the other was still unsettled.

“Look, I’m not sure what came over me, okay? You just looked so good,” he winced as he rubbed his neck, “And after our conversation about our last times I just wanted to remember I guess. I don’t mean to make it weird. Just forget it happened if it makes you feel better, alright?”

Platonic and professional lines had already been crossed. Forgetting wasn’t realistic.

“You know I can’t.”

“Didn’t think so.” he scoffed. “Well what now?”

There was no end goal in mind when you started this conversation. You shifted feet.

“I don’t know.”

“Well did you ever wonder what would happen if we tried to...feel? With each other?”

“Yeah, we would get fired.” you answered quickly.

“No, I mean...” Yoongi looked down at the carpet, hands carding through his hair. It was strange to see him so unsure, so unlike himself, “without the consequences. If The Academy never found out, if it could be kept a secret, wouldn’t you want to just try?”

“How could you be so sure they wouldn’t find out?”

“It’s not like I would say anything.” he shrugged.

“I…”

Of course it had crossed your mind before. You were human and you weren’t blind. You had desires just like everyone else, but it was your job to not act on them.

“...it’s not allowed...”

No, it wasn’t. You drilled that into your head more with every passing second.

Though, it made more sense this way. Why not be involved with someone you know, someone you trust, someone that understands you and your work in a way that a random civilian fling could never?

“...I would want to but…”

“But?”

“We’re in the same squad for fucks sake.” you laughed humorlessly.

Yoongi took a step closer. He tried to read your face as the devil and angel danced atop your shoulders. You knew that he could see the resolve crumble. Your eyes met, and it sealed your fate.

“Why not do it with someone that has just as much on the line?” his voice barely above a whisper, “No strings and only one goal in the end. It just seems like it would work. I mean, what’s there to lose really?”

Our jobs! You wanted to scream, but even you knew it was pointless. You had already lost.

“No strings. Only sex.” you said.

“Only sex.” he confirmed.

“Okay.”

Yoongi stiffened, the shock clear all over his face. It was like he didn’t actually think you’d go along with it. And honestly you didn’t think you would either.

Your eyes trailed down his dress shirt. His milky neck lead to his chest, exposed down to the 3rd button, teasing you. Testing you. And you were open to fail.

You met eyes again. The room was silent, the ticking of your clock on the wall the only indication of passing time.

He took a slow step forward to close the distance. You couldn’t look up. His hand slowly came up to cup your face. His movements were calculating, giving you both enough time to go back and stop, but neither did.

He never touched you unless it was to practice an attack. There was something about the intimacy that made you both go still as you realized just how weird it was. Weird, but nice. Weird but needed.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes.

Yoongi leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. They were soft and cautious. Like he was scared to go too deep and see what was there beneath the surface. You weren’t sure if it was lust or stupidity, but you kissed him harder. He fell into the rhythm and moved his hand to your back to pull you closer. He slipped a tongue in, an immediate fight for control.

It felt good. Too good. You needed this like he needed this.

Your hands went to his hair, tangling in the dark tresses as his mouth went to your neck.

“Ahh...” you let out. You felt like you were melting, and you were too aware of the pulsing in your core.

He licked and sucked on the sensitive part and you let out another moan.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Your hands gripped tighter, and you took a step back. You lost your balance, and pulled him on top of you on the bed.

His hand dipped down to grab you by the waist, hard. Even in moments like this, aggression was the only thing you both knew. His hand slowly went around to the front and rested on your thigh. You sucked in a breath. You were aware of the lack of clothes you were wearing below. You still had on your cocktail dress, and you felt incredibly naked beneath him. His hand went up your leg until it was right at your panties.

His index finger traced at you through the thin fabric and you bucked forward.

Yoongi jerked your panties down and off your legs, throwing them somewhere on the floor. He felt along your pussy with his middle finger. Your eyes were shut tight. You hadn’t had a release in a while, and you felt like just this teasing would send you over the edge in no time. He continued to feel you with his finger, and his lips went back up to yours. He stopped at your entrance before pushing a digit inside. You moaned into his mouth.

You were clouded by the feelings of his hands on you, in you, and you knew that when it all stopped reality would hit. But for now you could be selfish.

“More.” you breathed.

He pushed his ring finger inside and you moaned. He continued the rhythm, thumb going to rub at your clit and you felt everything start to speed up. You moved your hips forward, trying to feel more of him. You were riding his fingers, desperate, feeling your insides coil with every pump.

“You’re so wet. Shit.” he said. His voice was a drawl, so sexy it got you even closer. He curled his fingers, hitting the spot just right.

You tightened your thighs around his hand. You weren’t sure if it was just the dry spell talking, but his fingers, those hands capable of so much more, were the best things you had ever felt. He knew your body, your weaknesses and strengths, after years of training. But this was new territory.

“Yoongi. Yoongi!” you were shouting. Then suddenly everything went white. Your back rose off the bed, mouth open as your silent scream left you. Yoongi continued to pump his fingers as you rode them to the end of your climax. You were out of breath, staring up at your ceiling when Yoongi pulled his fingers out. His entire hand was covered with your cum. He looked at the mess, then back at you, and the hunger there was like nothing you had ever seen from him before.

He was on you in no time. You hooked your leg around him and pushed. You rolled on the bed until you were straddling him. You held him down by the shoulders, grinding into the bulge in his pants.

He groaned, “Don’t play with me, ____.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” you shot back, bending down to attack his lips again.

He bucked his hips and you took in a sharp breath. You trailed kisses down his neck, to his exposed chest, as you fumbled with his belt. You palmed him through his underwear, and he groaned. You reached in and grabbed his dick. He gasped, almost jumping out the bed as you held him.

“Just stick it inside you already.” he said, almost desperately.

You began to stroke him. You relished in the power of seeing him so weak before you. Years of fighting, and all it took was to get his dick in your hands.

You scoffed, “No.”

“No?”

“You think I’m gonna just fuck you on the first night? You have to work for that.” you laugh.

“Wh-?” he began to protest, but then you licked the tip.

He shuddered.

“What was that?” you asked.

“J-just keep going.”

You licked up the shaft, slow, teasing. His fist balled up at his side. Oh how you loved this control.

“I said don’t play with me.” he said in a shaky voice.

“And I said…” Lick. “...don’t tell me what to do.”

“____…” he groaned. You never knew how sexy your name sounded.

Fine, you would be nice to him, for once.

You took him in as far as you can. He hit the back of your throat, and you hear him lose it. His hand go to your hair this time, holding on as you bobbed up and down.

“Fuck. Oh my god…”

You were a bit rusty, but the curses that left the man’s mouth let you know you must have been doing okay. His other arm was thrown across his face as he laid on the bed, trying to hide his weakness to you. You hummed, vibrations going through his dick and making another moan slip out. His hips lifted off the bed.

“I’m gonna cum-” immediately he spilled out into your mouth.

You pushed yourself off of him, face scrunched as you contemplated what to do. No one had ever cum in your mouth before, and there was no trash can in sight. You bit the bullet and swallowed it down. It wasn’t terrible, just salty.

You wiped your mouth and turned to him, breathing heavy as he stared into space.

“No warning?”

“I did warn you.” he said weakly.

“As you were cumming in my mouth.”

“Well you looked pretty hot swallowing.” he grinned.

It was quiet again. The afterglow was beginning to wear off, and the reality was setting in. You knew Yoongi felt the same, because he sat up on the mattress.

“Well…” he cleared his throat.

“Well.”

“I need to…”

“Yeah. Me too.”

He got up and fixed his pants.

“That was....” he tried, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget to lock your front door again. Don’t know who’d be desperate enough to break into this place, but you never know.”

You shot up your middle finger as he closed the door behind him.

________________

Seokjin’s pounding headache made him regret the all nighter. Though, he eventually found what he was looking for. He scoured all the street cameras in the city until he finally spotted his van. It was abandoned on some road, dozens of miles away on the outskirts of town. He had it towed and delivered back to the apartment by morning, and he felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

He didn’t bother to get The Academy involved with something like this. How embarrassing would it be to have to call Mr. Kim to tell him the squad van got stolen?

He took a sip of his coffee.

“I heard you got your baby back.” you said as you sat next to him on the sofa, “And there was nothing stolen? No parts missing?”

“Nothing.” he smiled. “Just the way I left it.”

“That’s weird though, right? I mean, what was the point of taking it in the first place?”

“Don’t know, but I’m sure as hell not going to question good luck.”

“Whoever took it probably realized it was trash and figured it was worth more abandoned on the side of the road.”

Jimin had fallen onto the sofa next to you, throwing an arm behind your head.

Seokjin reached across your body to swing at him, but you blocked his fist with your hand.

“I’ll strap you to the roof next time.” he grumbled.

“Alright everyone you know what time it is.” Namjoon said as he walked into the living room.

The group piled up on their usual spots, crowding around Seokjin and his computer. Namjoon looked around, “Where’s Yoongi?”

“In his room I guess.” Jungkook said.

“Well somebody go get him.”

Jungkook hopped up and knocked on his door. He came out soon after, seemingly just rolling out of bed by the look of his hair.

You looked away, training your eyes on Seokjin’s computer screen instead. Yoongi sat down on a chair opposite you, lazily scrolling on his phone.

“Okay, Joon how many kills did you get last night?”

“One.”

“Yoongi?”

“Two.”

“Hoseok?”

When he didn’t get an answer the room turned to him. Hoseok stared down at his hands and remained silent.

“Oh...yeah, right. Jimin?” Seokjin carried on as he typed into the kill log.

“Two.”

“Tae?”

“Two.”

“Jungkook?”

“Six.”

“_____?”

“Two.”

“So that’s 15.”

“We hit all of our targets. Even though it’s way below our average, I’d say it was a good run.” Namjoon declared, “Good job.”

The room was swallowed by side conversations as Seokjin submitted the final numbers. Jimin strummed his fingers along your shoulder, humming a tune. He turned to look at you and gasped.

“_____...is that a hickey?!” he said.

“What?” you jumped. Your hand went to your neck, feeling at the spot where Yoongi had done his damage.

“I know I didn’t give you that.” Jimin said.

“It’s not a hickey.” you said. “It's just a random bruise. I got choked at the mission yesterday.” you lied.

“Oh,” Jimin said. Still appraising you, “So you’re into that or-?”

Your hand went to wrap around his throat as you pinned him hard against the sofa. Too hard to be enjoyable. Or so you thought.

“I don’t know, are you?” you asked.

He was still, and his eyes went wide. A sly smile spread across his face and he winked.

You dropped your hand and rolled your eyes.

“Freak.” he said when he finally got his breath.

You weren’t sure if that was you trying to stop Jimin’s usual advances or you playing along, but it surprised you both just the same. Last night really changed you, you though, and you needed to calm down.

You spared a look at Yoongi, who was still on his phone. You wondered if he saw whatever that was with Jimin. If he did, he didn’t give any reaction.

“_____.” he suddenly said.

“Yeah?” you blurted.

“Do you remember how many guards chased us from the bar? I need it for my notes.”

“Uh, two I think?”

He nodded and muttered a thanks.

There was something about his attitude that was off-putting. He was so normal. While it was for the best, it was unexpected. For a man who just had two of his fingers stuck up your pussy, you’d think he’d act different. But it was the same as it always was. Short and straight to the point.

You had no reason to feel so put off by it. It was exactly what should happen. What did you expect him to do, recall the night’s deeds in front of the entire squad, confess how good it felt to have his dick in your mouth?

You’re the only girl he had any kind of close relationship with, and that’s why he chose you, you told yourself. Not because you were so special. You weren’t, not to him. Why would you want to be special, for Min Yoongi of all people? It was just sex. He needed an itch scratched, and so did you. You just needed to feel. That’s what you had agreed upon.

You shook the thoughts from your head.

Yes, you should follow Yoongi’s example and act like it never happened, because to everyone else, it didn’t.

“Hey,” Hoseok cleared his throat. “I just want to apologize for last night.”

“We’re listening.” Jimin said.

Hoseok sighed, “I was being selfish, and I see it now. I heard you guys had a rough time last night and I’m sorry. At the time I was just so stressed with the project I couldn’t really see what was important. I’m sorry to all of you, and I fucked up. It won’t happen again, I promise. And Taehyung,” he began, “I really left you in a bad position. You took on a two-man job alone and while I’m so sorry I respect that. Again, I’m sorry.”

The squad exchanged looks and nodded.

“You’re forgiven.” Namjoon said.

Seokjin stood from the sofa and headed towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Taehyung asked.

“I’m getting some of my equipment out the van to review old footage. It’s heavy, come help me.”

Taehyung sat up and followed Seokjin outside to the parking lot.

“I still can’t believe nothing’s missing.” Taehyung said as Seokjin opened the car door.

“We have great luck.” Seokjin said as he gathered the hardwear.

“Yeah I guess. Also do you know what happened to those boys from the mission last night?”

“They ran off.”

“Well duh but where? Home? I guess I’m just worried about them after going through something like that.”

“The Academy will probably check in on them later.”

A flash drive fell from a computer monitor and rolled under the seat.

“Shit.” Seokjin said as he bent down to reach it.

“The Academy is good at damage control though. I bet they’ve already tracked them down.”

Seokjin grunted, straining to find it with no success.

“Where is it…?” his fingers brushed against something small, stuck right to the bottom of the seat. He grabbed it and drew his hand back. He examined the object, oval shaped and about the size of his nail bed, with a wire sticking from the end. His eyebrows joining as he flipped it around in his fingers.

“The Academy probably knows those boys’ future kids’ social security numbers by now-”

Seokjin slapped a hand over Taehyung’s mouth, pushing him against the van.

“Dude, wh-?”

“SHH!” he urged.

Seokjin held up the object in his hand to Taehyung’s face, a silent explanation, but he was still lost. Seokjin nodded towards the apartment and pulled the younger to follow behind him.

The front door burst open, and all eyes flew to Seokjin and Taehyung. Seokjin put his back to the door, eyes frantically scanning all corners of the room.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“SHH!”

“Taehyung, what’s going on?” Jungkook asked.

He shrugged.

“SHH!” Seokjin put a finger to his lips, “SHUT THE HELL UP!” he mouthed.

He ran to the counter and pulled out a paper and pen.

He held up the sheet in one hand and the thing in the other.

CAR BUGGED WITH THIS LISTENING DEVICE.

APARTMENT COULD BE TOO.

“Wh-?” Namjoon began, “What?”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Seokjin went over to the sofa, pulling up the cushions and dumping them onto the floor. He stood there with his arms open as he looked around the room. A clear “Help me!” in his expression.

The group snapped into action, pushing back the sofas, checking the lamps, and kitchen cabinets. You tore through the bookshelf while Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook checked under all the furniture.

Namjoon suddenly froze, “The bedrooms.”

He ran down the hall, and the older boys bolted behind him to tear their own rooms apart. You could hear the destruction from down the hall, a chorus of clattering and chaos.

It was a while before they came back into the living room, now an unrecognizable mess of clutter.

“I think its safe.” Yoongi whispered.

Seokjin grabbed his phone, took pictures of the device and dropped it on the floor. Without hesitation, he crushed it under his shoe, the tiny mic breaking into several pieces.

“Okay, Seokjin what happened?!” Namjoon snapped.

“I dropped something under the driver’s seat, and when I went to look for it I found this instead.”

“You sure that’s not yours?” Jungkook asked.

“Why would I put a secret device in my own car?!” he screamed, “I don’t even recognize this model!”

“It was planted,” you said, “Somebody put it there when they stole the van. It’s the only way.”

“I knew it was too good to be true.” Hoseok whispered.

“Well why take it miles away just to plant a microphone? They could have done it right in the parking lot.” Namjoon asked.

“Fuck.” Jimin said as he carded his hands through his hair, “Fuck.”

In your years as a squad, you had never dealt with something like this. You went down the list of potential threats, but you had disposed of them, as you always do. You were always on the offensive end. You were predators. It was different to be the prey for once.

“Well what do we do?” Hoseok asked.

“We need to talk to The Academy,” Namjoon said.

There was a sigh.

“What? What else can we do? Seokjin, you said you didn’t even recognize the model of the mic, right?”

“Never seen it before. That’s what’s scaring me.”

“Exactly. Grandfath- Mr. Kim needs to know about this.”

Getting The Academy involved added another layer of stress when a few of you were already on thin ice. But Namjoon was right. What else could you do?

“Now.”

________________

It was a short conversation. By the end of Seokjin’s explanation, Mr. Kim’s expression had hardened, and he sat back in his chair with his arms folded. The group waited for him to react, the suspense mounting with every passing minute they stared at their computer screen.

When he finally unfroze, he had few words, but ones they didn’t expect none the less.

“I’m sending cars to come get you. Be ready in the next 30 minutes.”

The video call disconnected and the eight of you didn’t feel any more at ease. You were more frantic with the ambiguity. Sure enough, two black SUVs with tinted windows came half an hour later. You piled inside the back of one, not recognizing the men with sunglasses in the front seat. They spared you a nod as you shut the door. They hit the gas and turned out of the parking lot.

“W-where are we going?” Taehyung asked.

The driver looked in the rearview mirror, his face expressionless.

“The headquarters.”

“The...headquarters.” you repeated.

You exchanged a look with Hoseok. He sighed and put his hood up, leaning on the door.

“Well, might as well get comfortable. It’s a long ride.”

Though the squad’s questions had been answered, it didn’t make you feel much better. Mr. Kim wouldn’t bring you back to The Academy unless he thought it was absolutely necessary. You sank down into your seat, watching as the city and highways turned to back roads and mountains after hours. Something about this route made your adrenaline rush and your heart beat faster. While the car continued winding up, you spared a glance down and immediately regretted it. You weren’t afraid of heights, but something about the four thousand foot drop on the other side of the mountain you would never get used to.

The car suddenly took a left down an unpaved road. It dipped into a tunnel, the inside of the car enveloped in darkness. It came to a stop and the driver rolled down the window. He put in a code and held up his ID card to the scanner embedded in the rock. There was a beep, and a gate lifted for you all to pass through.

The SUV stopped in a white parking garage in a line of a dozen identical cars.

A woman in a suit pulled open your door. She gave a smile and motioned for you to to come out. You slid out the car, your two squad members following behind. The other five joined, all with the same careful expression.

“Follow me.” she said as she walked through another automatic door.

When it opened to ceilings that reached to the heavens and a room that stretched the length of two football fields, the memories came flooding back. You saw your childhood and teen years in this room, hard hits to the face and sometimes even even harder hits to your ego. But this place was where you came into your own, where you found you. Where the squad was born.

Hoseok scoffed, “Looks the same right?”

“I haven’t been back here since…” Seokjin began, trying to recall.

“Since our last day of training...three years ago.” Yoongi answered.

The room was filled with people, mostly young, dressed in the standard uniform of black shorts and t-shirt. They stopped in their tracks as they took you all in, starting to size you up until they saw your faces. There was a buzz of whispers as the squad passed by.

“This whole place have a staring problem?” Jungkook whispered to you.

“We are kind of like celebrities, remember?”

“I know but I still don’t like it.”

The woman turned down a wide hallway. The walls were covered in photos, a Hall of Fame of sorts, of all the squads that had graduated from The Academy. You walked past a cluster of eight photographs labeled ‘SQUAD 16’, a headshot of each of you from your trainee days.

The woman stopped in front of a set of double doors and pressed a button. You had been to this door before, but just to look at it in your childish curiosity. In your younger years you hadn’t ever been interested in walking through those doors, because it wasn’t always a good thing for you if you were asked to. The same applied to today.

“Yes?” answered a deep voice.

“Squad 16 is here, sir.”

The doors opened to a large office, and you took a shy step inside. Sitting at the desk was Mr. Kim, hands clasped on the wood as he took you all in with his inviting eyes. His aura had always confused you for years. Though he was warm and treated you all well, there was something that made your palms sweaty whenever you were in the same room.

“It’s been a while.” he smiled, taking you all in. It looked like he was writing mental notes, and you were scared to know what they said.

“Too long.” Namjoon said as he walked over with Taehyung to give him a hug.

Eight chairs were already set up at the desk, and you all took a seat.

“Well I wish this visit was under better circumstances. But I needed to speak with you all and a phone call wouldn’t suffice.” he explained. “Seokjin, do you have something for me?”

The oldest jumped and went to dig in his pockets, “Yes, sir. Here’s a photo of the covert listening device I found.”

Mr. Kim laid the phone flat and shined his desk lamp on it. He zoomed into several areas of the picture, letting you all fidget in the silence.

He sighed and leaned back, “Just what I thought.”

He grabbed a remote and pointed it to the wall behind him. It turned into a screen, full of random letters and numbers.

“I knew the day would come eventually, just not this soon. I should have warned you all though, and I apologize for that.” he began, hand tracing over his low beard. His look was intense, and it felt like he was looking right through you, “This device isn’t on the market, it was created. Every other instance it has been found by one of our affiliates, it was always traced back to Anti.”

“Anti?” Namjoon asked.

“That’s not their official name. Actually, nobody knows their official name, or any of their names for that matter. They’re kind of an enigma. It’s the name we gave them, and it’s very fitting actually.”

The screen turned to a map scattered with red x’s.

“Anti is also an an assassin group. We’re not sure of the total number, but from our research we gather that the membership is at least 50.” he explained, “They’re rogue, like us, but without conscience. They’ll do any dirty work if they’re told to, and that’s why they’re the first call for governments and world leaders if they want to get rid of a threat...whether they’re good people or not. They’re the opposite of everything The Academy stands for, obviously. And they work to keep our targets alive if they’re in the best interest of whoever they’re working for. The x’s are the locations of all of their suspected killings ”

“How have we never heard of them?” Taehyung asked, “They seem like a big deal.”

“They’re very under the radar and secretive in a way even we’ve never seen before. But the reason I called you here is because I’m worried. You’re not the first squad of ours to be targeted.”

“Who else?” Namjoon asked.

“Over the past year, Squads 3, 7, and 11 have all found the same device at some point. But…every squad has had at least one member killed in a random attack since the device was found.”

It felt like the breath had been ripped from you. You turned to the boys who looked like ghosts, staring straight at Mr. Kim with a palpable fear.

“So...we’ve been marked?” Hoseok asked.

“Why are they targeting our people? Why us? Why…?” Jimin rambled.

“Our best guess is because we’re the only other group. And to send a message. But one thing is clear, they wanted you to find that device.”

“Well what can we do? We can’t just sit here and wait for them to attack us.” Namjoon said.

“We’ll keep you updated on everything we find. Trust me, we’re working to do more and end this once and for all. And we will.”

The Academy always did what they said they would do. You just had to believe them again.

“Just be cautious.”

You all nodded, still taking it all in.

“So...are we going back home?” Jungkook asked slowly.

“Why, you don’t want to spend the weekend here with us?” Mr. Kim replied, sending the youngest an offended look across the desk.

“No! That’s not what I meant, sir- I- I meant-.”

“Calm down, Jungkook.” the older man laughed, expression switching, “I assumed the drive back would be exhausting for you, especially with this new information. We’ve arranged for you all to stay here for the night. Unless you had something to do.”

The group exchanged a look.

“No! That would be great, Grandfather! A trip down memory lane would be nice.” Namjoon said.

“Very good then. We’ll have someone show you your sleeping arrangements later on. In the meantime, you can go out and take ‘a trip down memory lane’ if you’d like.”

The chairs scraped against the hardwood floors as you pushed them back. You all bowed and walked out of the automatic doors. When you were outside, there was a collective sigh of relief.

“No offense to you two, but he still scares me.” Jimin whispered as you retraced your steps down the hall, “After all these years and I don’t know why.”

“None taken.” Namjoon replied.

“We had to grow up with that everyday. Just imagine.” Taehyung said, looking behind him to make sure no one heard.

“My apologies.” Yoongi said.

You all rounded the corner to the main area. The room was filled with several training sessions happening across the room, the sound of grunts echoing around as bodies were thrown onto mats.

“Hey, Squad 16!” screamed a voice.

You turned around to see an older man flagging you down in the middle of the room. You squinted to see his face, and a smile broke out when you did.

“Oh shit!” Jungkook jogged over to him, and you all followed behind.

“Mr. B!” you said. He still looked the same as you remembered him. His kind eyes sparkled as he took you all in. It was a reminder of why he had been one of your favorite instructors in this place where breaking your spirit was so easy.

“What do we have the pleasure of having you all back?” he asked, “It’s been how long since you graduated? 3 years?”

“We were called in to talk to Mr. Kim,” Hoseok said, “We’re just taking a look around now.”

You looked past him to see the group of older teenagers in a line on the matt. Noses running red and cheekbones colored purple, a vision you were all too familiar with. They stared at back with wide eyes.

Mr. B followed your gaze.

“Let me introduce you to my Advanced class. I’m sure you all already know who they are, these are my former students, Squad 16.”

The groups gave an awkward wave across the mat.

“I talk about you all the time,” he said, “Especially you two, ______ and Yoongi. To this day you are the best hand-to-hand combat students I’ve ever had. Actually-” he looked back at the students, “We were going over a combat simulation. Who’d be better to demonstrate than you both?”

You let out a nervous laugh, “You want us to demonstrate to the class?”

“I don’t know, Mr. B.” Yoongi said, hand going to rub at his neck.

“This is a perfect opportunity for them to learn. And who else better to show them than Academy Alumni? First one to tap out decides the winner, nothing too heavy.”

You and Yoongi shared a look and sighed.

“Of course. We’d be glad to help.” you said. You slid off your jacket.

“I’ll try not to embarrass you too bad in front of the kids, but no promises.” Yoongi smirked.

“Did you forget who you’re talking to? Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you...like old times.”

You stepped onto the mat and got into the starting position. Despite the number of times you had been in this very spot with him over the years, you still felt your competitiveness violently bubble beneath the surface. Yoongi had always been your only real competition, a fact that everyone was well aware of. Maybe the instructors satisfied some internal curiosity and sadistic itch by always putting you together in matches. It was something you always wondered.

Mr. B stepped onto the mat, “Okay. Three...two...one!”

You lunged forward and swung first. Yoongi ducked and grabbed your arm, trying to pull you into him. You landed a kick in his abdomen, making him let you go. He grabbed at your leg instead and threw you to the side, making your body hit the mat hard. You slid and went into a backwards roll until you were crouching down facing him.

“Really?” you said.

He shrugged, “Thought that would be enough.”

He charged towards you and before he could tackle you, you jumped, making him miss and slide on his stomach across the mat. You turned to hit him again, but he suddenly turned on his back and thrusted his body forward in a standing position. You tried to land another punch, but he blocked it with his forearm. He threw one of his own, but it hit nothing but your shoulder. You ducked under Yoongi’s arm and went behind him, getting him into a headlock as you tried to force him down to the mat. He squirmed, kneed you in the stomach, and grabbed you in a bear hug at the waist, throwing you to the floor as he stood over you.

The look on his face was so smug it made you sick, and the bubbles under the surface boiled more.

He bent down to put you in your final hold, and you hooked your legs around him and pulled him down on top of you. Your bodies crashed, and he tried to grab your arms and place them over your head. You landed a hard blow to his chest, making him stop to catch his breath. You took advantage of this, and rolled until you were straddling him.

You were ready to punch down until he grabbed you by the throat and squeezed. There was something in his face that showed that he was enjoying it too much, and you saw the slick, knowing smile he tried to hide.

You took an elbow to his arm, making him let go. He pushed you backwards hard, making you fall flat on the mat as he climbed above you. Before he could cover you, your legs went to wrap around his neck tightly. Yoongi tried to pry your legs from him but you clenched harder. He clawed at you, his attempts getting weaker as time went on.

“Tap out!” you spat in his ear, “Yoongi, it’s over. Just tap out!”

He grunted, and seconds later he hit the mat twice. You let go and you both laid out flat on the mat.

You looked around and saw that all the students were huddled on the edge of the mat, muttering to each other as they watched you and Yoongi catch your breath.

Taehyung and Hoseok came and helped you to your feet, while the other boys crowded around Yoongi. He shrugged them off when they reached for him.

“Incredible!” Mr. B jogged onto the mat and put a hand on each of your shoulders.

You barely heard Mr. B’s praises as you collected yourself. You felt him pat you and Yoongi’s shoulders as he used you both as examples to his students. There was always something different about your fights with Yoongi than with everyone else, something more personal. Years of being compared gave you both a drive to dominate, and you felt like you were a trainee again. But while Yoongi’s looks towards you were always arrogant, there was something different this time. A look in his eyes when you had straddled him and when he had his hand around your neck that you had only seen once before. Your ears were ringing.

Suddenly the woman from earlier appeared to show you to your rooms. You said your goodbyes to Mr. B and followed her through The Academy to the sleeping quarters.

“You still did alright, Yoongi. Lasted longer than I would have. We all know _____ has been the better fighter if we’re being honest.” Jungkook laughed, “Hey, maybe you can ask for a rematch before we leave.”

Yoongi turned to him slowly. The look he sent would make anyone’s blood run cold.

The woman lead you to a familiar wing of the building and down a hall you had seen millions of times.

She stopped at the first door and handed a key to Hoseok, “You’ll be staying in your old dorms while you’re here since they are all unoccupied. We provided clothes and toiletries as well.”

Hoseok unlocked the door and stepped inside, “How about this for a throwback?” he said as he threw himself on the tiny bed.

“We’ll be serving dinner in the dining hall in 10 minutes. We have a table for you already prepared if you decide to join us.”

She continued down the hall, one by one getting dropped to their old rooms until you made it to yours. The key in your hand was cold, and you weighed it between your fingers before turning it in the lock and pushing the door open.

The room was just how you had left it. Small, dimly lit, and warm. You felt your hand along the bed, small in comparison to yours at home. Though at the time, this room was everything. You had never had a place to call your own before it it.

You were scanning the familiar walls when you noticed a figure standing in the doorway.

“Come back for more?” you asked.

Yoongi scoffed, “I let you have that. Didn’t want to taint the image of ‘Academy Legend ______’, you know? It would crush those kids’ dreams.”

He walked into the room, taking a look around at the blank walls and leaving the door open behind him.

“Wow you’re so thoughtful.” you scoffed, “So letting me choke you out until you almost fainted was part of the plan too, right?”

“I was going to choke you first but you didn’t let me. I thought you were into that kind of thing.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “Where’d you get that from?”

“You and Jimin.”

“So you were listening.” you noted.

He was at the edge of the bed, standing between your legs. You opened them, a subconscious invitation.

“Well, are you?”

“Am I…?” you urged.

He placed a hand on your thigh, the other on your shoulder. You felt it slowly move to your neck, “Into it. Choking, what else?”

You grinned, “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

As he began to squeeze, you heard footsteps coming up the hall. You looked and remembered your door was wide open. You pushed Yoongi away, making him stumble to the opposite end of the room.

Seokjin poked his head in, “Hey it’s time for dinner. Hurry up or we’re leaving you.”

Yoongi, arms folded as he casually leaned against the wall, nodded.

You slid off the bed and followed Yoongi out the room. You spared one more look back before closing the door.

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It was hard to stop staring up at your ceiling. Not that it was that interesting, but it was easier than facing the reality of what just happened. Maybe if you kept staring around at your walls, somehow it would give you some piece of mind.

“I had fun.” he had huffed, still catching his breath. You were too. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about this. Mr. Kim won’t find out if you’re worried about that.”

He pulled up his shorts and smoothed down his shirt.

“Did you...enjoy it?” he asked, shyly looking at the floor.

You sat up, holding your sheets up to hide your naked body. It didn’t matter much, he already saw it.

“Yeah! It was good. It was fun.”

The boy smiled, “Maybe we can do it again?”

You nodded, “Yeah. We’ll...figure out when’s a good time. To make sure no one will see us.”

He planted a kiss on your forehead, giving a shy grin before waving goodnight as he silently closed your door behind him.

You crashed your head back on your pillow, mind going a mile a minute.

Trainees had the same no sexual relationship rules as graduates, even if it was less strict. But that didn’t mean people actually listened. Hell, you had seen Jimin bring back dozens of girls to his room and no one seemed to find out yet.

It was possible, you just had to calm down, you thought.

You barely got sleep that night. You tossed and turned, looking at those same walls until sunlight flooded your room and the alarm rang. As you got ready and put on your uniform, your nerves of the night were joined with the nerves of the day. It was finally happening- Assignment Day. You were still a trainee, but once you were placed into a squad it was as if you could see the finish line. You’d just have to go on some starter test missions, and then you were free. A graduate, an official assassin.

As you walked to the room, you thought about the other girls you would be placed with. You had some in mind that would be a good fit. A part wondered if you’d have any boy trainees in your group. You laughed to yourself- you’d probably have three at most, knowing how The Academy has chosen in the past.

When the selection process began for ‘Squad 16’, you were the first to be called to the front of the room. You didn’t think much of the first boy that came to stand next to you as the names were read aloud. But after the fourth name, you realized the pattern.

A sly smile made it’s way to Jimin’s face as he was called. He stood in the line and you had to fight the eye roll.

There was a pang of annoyance when you heard the name you were all too familiar with. The arrogantly quiet boy you had learned to hate rose to his feet when his name was called. Min Yoongi shot a look laced with distaste in your direction as he got in the line.

If he was the only real problem in the group, you’d be fine, you thought. Everything would be fine.

When the last name was read aloud, you felt your stomach drop to the pits of hell. You couldn’t even make yourself look over. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him rise to his feet and smooth down his shirt- the same shirt that was just on your bedroom floor hours before.

He walked over and stood on the other side of you, stiff.

You could barely hear the final announcements and congratulations over your own thoughts. Of course the one time you decided to give into your desires, this would be the outcome. Now you were stuck for the rest of your career fighting alongside a one time hookup, you cringed.

You promised to yourself you’d never cross that line with a squad member again.

It was too risky.

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