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peachywise · 6 years ago

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A Conflict of Truths

an umbrella academy fanfiction // klaus hargreeves x reader

– one shot

– synopsis: You needed to tell Klaus something. You needed to tell Klaus you loved him, but the idiot decided to just up and walk through your door all cut up and bruised, evading your questions like this is all some infuriating game of detective. You’d get it out of him though. You always do.

– notes: hello!! okay so this is a simple little one shot, around like 3.2k words or something. hope you like it!!! as always, reader pronouns are they/them.

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He was late.

You couldn’t believe he was late. Well, actually you could believe it, it was Klaus after all, but that was the fucking problem! Maybe you had been a bit brash in your phone call earlier that day. He’d all but picked up and said hello when you rattled, “meet me at my house at six,” adding in an apparently ignorable “don’t be late,” just before you hung up. But Christ, any normal person would have taken that abruptness at least a bit seriously and not have let a little more than forty-five minutes pass without a call or a text.

It was a shock to you that you loved the idiot.

Yep. You loved the eccentric maniac, and you pretty bloody annoyed about it. It had hit you all of a sudden— the realization. Hit you like a sucker punch that knocked out all your teeth and rattled your brain so much that you couldn’t even make a single coherent thought. Must be what Klaus’s head was like. You’d just been out to lunch with your boyfriend who droned on and on about inconsequential judgments of his coworkers and work and you just… snapped. Broke up with him on the spot. Looking at him felt like looking into a void. He didn’t make you laugh, not anymore. He didn’t seem to hold a particular kind of empathy that pushed you. He just simply coddled you and then dropped your concerns as if that inconsequential bit of validation was enough to justify them and actually seem like he gave a shit.

Klaus was different. Infuriatingly so. You’d been friends for a while, if that’s what you would call it. You had met him through Ben, since where Ben went, Klaus seemed to follow, and the man all but latched himself onto you. Said he liked your spirit. Maybe that’s because the first time you met you knee’d him in the nuts after he jump-scared you from behind a door. But God, did he make you laugh. You felt alive with him in a way you’d never experienced before, a certain vivacity being brought out in you from your constant rapport. He challenged you in ways you’d never been challenged before, and you did the same for him. You’d called him just after breaking up with your boyfriend in your flurry of full realization that you loved Klaus. And then the bitch had the audacity to be late.

You weren’t even fully inclined to go out of your room to greet him when he finally burst through your door— no knock or anything— hollering dramatically, “honey, I’m home and I have a surprise!”

“How nice!” you gritted out, stepping out of your bedroom door to your apartments main area. “Is the surprise you being late? I swear to—” Lifting your head as you rounded the small corner, you finally came face to face with your friend, in all his bloody nose, split lip, bruised glory.

“What the hell?”

“Surprise,” Klaus said, giving pathetically weak jazz hands.

Rushing over, you lifted your hand to gently grasp his chin, tilting his head slightly to inspect the mess. Klaus flinched so slightly you barely noticed it. “What happened?” You questioned, dropping your hand and taking a step back, crossing your arms over your chest.

He just strolled on over to your couch and plopped himself down, grabbing one of your throw pillows and cuddling it to his own chest, tilting his head so it rested on his shoulder. He gave you an innocent puppy dog look, but as cute as it was, it didn’t work on you. You might not have powers like the rest of them, but shit, you’re immunity to that look came in handy on multiple occasions.

“Well you see, there was a certain spirit who couldn’t move on until we recreated the scene from Ghost. Next thing you know, the pottery wheel is spinning out of control, the clay flying in all directions, and my face is slamming down on the table,” he went on. It was obviously a lie; for one, he never was the most particularly believable storyteller, no matter how weird and actually outlandish his life was. Second of all, the moment your eyes landed on his hands as they absentmindedly played with the tassels on the pillows, you noticed those were bruised and slightly split too.

So it was a fight then.

Of fucking course.

Rolling your eyes, you walked out of your common area into your tiny kitchenette area without so much as a word in reply. Klaus sputtered a bit as he stood back up from his spot, rambling out, “now I get that your mad, but it was unavoidable! Here I was thinking you’d be understanding, maybe even help a poor guy out with his wounds, and—” as you walked back into the room with a bag of frozen peas and a wet washcloth, he closed his mouth.

You quirked your eyebrow up, asking plainly, “you finished talking to yourself, or do you just need to hear your voice for a while more?” He shook his head no, and wordlessly sat back down on the couch. “well look at that, seems like some brain cells still remain,” you mused under your breath teasingly. Klaus gave a sarcastic laugh in return, adding a small quip of, “cute,” as you made your way to stand in front of him.

Handing him the frozen peas, you muttered a small, “for your hands,” already more focused on cleaning the blood off his face to see if there was anything more serious to it. “Someone’s feeling bossy today, I like it,” Klaus commented as you cleaned off the dried blood from under his nose. You leaned back slightly only to give him a serious look that hopefully read ‘shut up and let me work.’ He gave you a shit eating grin in return. You delightfully chose to ignore it.

“I don’t think it’s broken but you’re probably going to end up with a black eye,” you assessed, moving to his side to look at his nose from a different angle. From the front, you had always noticed his nose looked just slightly tilted to the right, nothing anyone would really notice had they not heavily observed it. But from the side, it looked just as normal as well.

“So why don’t you tell me who you got into a fight with and why?” You continued, leaning back up to peer down at him inquisitively.

“A leprechaun. Stole all me lucky charms.”

“Try again.”

“Found a coat I wanted at goodwill, but as I went and grabbed it, so did this seventeen-year-old girl. The moment we locked eyes the showdown began.”

Hmm. “So where is the coat?” You questioned, and Klaus pouted as he replied, “she won.”

You couldn’t stop the snort that escaped you as you shook your head, adjusting the frozen bag on his hands. “You were close with that one, but how about we try one more time?” You tightly smiled, and Klaus huffed out a small little breath.

“What a relentless creature you are, but alright, I’ll tell you.“ He Leaned back deeper into the chair as he looked you dead in the eye. A serious look befell his face, one you hadn’t seen many times before, and your heart seized up for a moment. Was it that bad? Usually, he evaded just to be funny and to annoy you— both of which he accomplished, but what the hell was he keeping from you? It had to have been pretty serious.

“Luther was jealous that my face is more beautiful than his, so the big old brute just attacked me out of nowhere. It isn’t going to scar, is it doc?”

Well. Never fucking mind, then.

Picking up your pillow, you smacked him with it over and over, punctuated only by your words of “don’t,” smack, “be,” smack, “dumb!” smack. He lifted his hands to defend himself from your attack, dropping the pea bag that had been resting on them to the floor.

“Hey!” he cried out, cracking a wide grin and a laugh as he tore the pillow from your grip, tossing it across the room to get it away from you. “Am I not already wounded enough for you? Not that I’m against rough love and all.” You huffed out in your defeat.

“Whatever,” you muttered, picking back up the washcloth and leaning down to his sitting height again. Klaus had split his lip open once more, probably from smiling like a damned Cheshire cat. “Tell me or don’t tell me, I don’t care.” You totally did. “You’re still late and I’m mad about it.”

“I’m sorry, but it couldn’t be avoided,” Klaus commented back, as you wordlessly wiped the blood from his lip, not bothering to offer a reply in return. His hand moved up to smoothly grip your wrist, tugging your hand away so he could speak again, catching your gaze and holding it so you were unable to look anywhere else. “I really am sorry,” he spoke, his tone so sincere it kind of jarred you. “But I’m here now, and very interested to know what your rushed phone call was about.”

Mmm, right. That.

You had been so ready to blurt it out and get it over when you had first made that call, that now when he was actually here, it was like you had lost that superhuman nerve. What’s the worst he would do when you told him, though? Make fun of you? He did that already. It’s not like he would get mad or anything about your profession. If anything, he would just be a little shocked. You could always brush it off as a joke. Not like he knew you broke up with your boyfriend earlier in what was clearly your mind snapped crisis.

Still. Now you just couldn’t fucking say it. You wanted to slap your own self.

“It’s nothing,” you murmured as heat flushed your cheeks, admittedly sounding a bit defeated. You leaned forward to press the cloth to his lip once again in hopes it would stop him from replying. It worked, but his intense charcoal lined gaze was heavy as it studied you. You just tried to ignore it the best you could, reoccupying yourself on your work yet again.

Unlucky for you, you were a dumbass in thinking that fixating on his lips would in any way be less of a god damn distraction.

Taking the cloth away yet again, the bleeding thankfully stopped, but you couldn’t stop yourself from lightly resting your hand under his jaw and swiping your thumb so gently over the cut to make sure it wasn’t badly split enough that it would start bleeding again. At least, that’s why you told yourself you did it. Slowly you began to subconsciously lean forward, enough that you didn’t even realize you had. That was, of course, until Klaus’s voice cut through your near absorption with a knowingly soft-spoken, “what did you want to tell me?” his eyes still just as penetrating.

You sucked in a breath.

And then your phone began to ring.

Stumbling back a bit as the full realization of what was happening hit you harder than that one-time Ben threw a frisbee at your face, you fumbled for your cell in your back pocket as Klaus stood from his seat, a funny little panicked look crossing his face as he said, “don’t answer that!”. Giving him a questioning stare followed by an oh so eloquent, “what?” you finally peered down at the screen to see your ex’s name flash across. Weird. As you accepted to call and held it up to your ear, Klaus behind you made a half sigh-half grumbled noise of failure that had you turning around and sticking your tongue out at him before you offered a simple “hello?” to the man on the other end of the phone.

“Look, I don’t know why you broke up with me but I’m pretty sure you didn’t need to also have your fucking friend find me and sucker punch me in the face. You proved your point enough at lunch, don’t you think?

Your friend? What the hell was he going on about, you didn’t send anyone—

Oh.

Turning back around to face ‘your friend’, you gave him a hard look as you replied back into the phone, “I’ll deal with it,” Klaus audibly gulped before he started a sprint towards your door. “Sorry,” you grunted back into the phone before ending the call, running after him before he could reach the door handle and jumping right on his back, tackling him down to your carpeted floor. You both struggled against each other’s grip for a moment until you won, pinning him to his back as you held him down by straddling his chest.

“Klaus, you can’t go beating people up!”

“Oh, really?” His mockery ran thick. “You might be more convincing if you hadn’t just tackled me to the floor!”

“Boohoo, does baby need a bottle?”

“No, baby needs a far more… typically natural food source, if you know what I mean.”

Okay, boob joke, that was funny. But you had to keep being mad or he’d take the opportunity to weaken your vigour.

“Take this seriously!” You bit out, pushing yourself off his chest and standing up, running your hands through your hair in frustration. You turned back to look at him as he managed to get himself off the floor as well, plucking a piece of lint off of his swirly, brightly colored shirt. “Why did you do it? And no more stupid stories. Tell me the truth.” You hoped it wasn’t because Klaus found out about your break up and actually thought it was him breaking up with you.

Klaus was silent as he thought, rubbing a hand down his face and then wincing when he realized it was still banged up. He was stalling. For once in his life, he was stalling, and your stomach dropped in concern. “Klaus?” You pushed, your voice dropping lowly as you took a few steps closer to him. He looked at you with eyes that didn’t pity, but eyes that were empathetic nonetheless. “I was at the bar and I saw your boyfriend with someone else. At first, I thought well hey! Could be a coincidence or even a co-worker, but then they started to play a stumbling, virginal looking version of suck face and I just got up and punched him.” Standing back up off the ground, he advanced towards you and closed the remaining distance between you as he continued, “I think that called for a bit of violence don’t you think? I know you’re mad, but if you look at it my way, really it was a favour. You’re welcome! I was defending your honour, a true knight in shining armour, if you will and—”

“Klaus, I broke up with him.”

He paused at that. “On the phone just now? I didn’t hear that part.” Ugh.

“No, idiot, earlier today! He seriously didn’t say anything about it after you just up and attacked him?” You groaned, crossing your arms over your chest and giving him an exasperated look.

“I think he was too busy trying to scratch my eyes out,” Klaus replied before he let out a singular small laugh. “You finally broke up with him though, yeah? Good for you. Don’t think he ever liked me much.”

“You’ve stolen his money before and tried to steal his cat once,” you reminded him, “I don’t think you liked him much either.”

“Well, he’s boring. All I can ever hear come out of his mouth are the words taxes, bills, and brunch,” he stated with a small shudder of his body.

“Is that why you punched him?” You interrogated, “I understand you thought you were defending my honour or whatever the fuck, but even if we hadn’t broken up, you could have just told me to my face and let me deal with it.” Klaus was silent at that. Whether it was because he felt like a chastised child or he was holding something else back, you didn’t know. “Why did you do it, Klaus? Really?”

“You really want me to answer that?” He questioned back slowly, taking another step towards you.

You kept your arms crossed against your chest. “No, I asked because it was clearly the polite thing to do in this social context.” Klaus blinked at your attempt at sarcasm, and you sighed harshly, uncrossing your arms just to shake your hands, “just tell me!”

And tell you he did.

Kind of.

In a blur of motion, Klaus bridged the remaining space between you, resting a hand on the small of your back as the other cradled your face, his lips smashing into yours, no warning and no gentleness, simply just a craving and desire that rivaled even your own. Pressing yourself against him, you couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped you, breath against breath, heat against heat, tongue against tongue. You tangled your hands into his soft brunette curls, and he released his tight hold only to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Breaking apart, he tugged slightly on your bottom lip with his teeth before letting go with a smile, gently bumping his nose with yours. You had to take a moment to fully catch your breath, but he filled the silence. “I showed you mine, now show me yours,” he smirked, leaning into the crook of your neck to murmur into your ear, “I punched that walking sweater vest cause I couldn’t imagine someone wanting to give this up with you. I love it. And you.” Fuck. Cue that ‘it’s getting hot in here’ track. “He was also drinking vodka mixed with water. What offensive barbarian does that to vodka?”

You laughed at that, shoving his shoulder with little force before wrapping your arms right back around his neck. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” you chuckled. “It’s probably why I broke up with him at lunch. Ordered the same thing, and I realized, now how can I love a man like that when I have Klaus who freely breaks into my apartment when he pleases and beats up men I never asked him too? I only feel like I need to throw a punch at someone of your choice to prove I love you too.”

Klaus hummed at that, swiping a gentle thumb across your cheek as he moved his head to the side. “I thought you were against beating people up?” he mused.

“I’m not opposed to getting a little rough sometimes,” you shrugged with a sly grin. Klaus’s own smile matched in return. “Clearly. You can tackle me to the floor again if you like?” He offered, just before he brought his lips back down towards yours, sliding you down to the ground along with him as you let a squealed a delighted laugh.

“Well if you’re offering, want to give monkey boy a bit of a smack next time you see him? I really do think he’s intimidated by my beauty and will attack me any day now.”

“Klaus,“ you warned, "shut up.”

And then you kissed him again, and never wanted to stop.

Well. Never wanted to stop until you moved on to an activity that was a little bit better.

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shewolfofficial · 6 years ago

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Heey, I was wondering if you can write something were the reader is also a captain, and there's this competition between Levi and the reader about who's stronger and shit. Then in training they decide to combat, but the reader is like joking and being sensual, and it distracts Levi and reader wins. After that, I don't know... Levi confronts reader? You see how it ends 👀

Warning: Slightly suggestive themes, Cursing

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You were head to head with Levi Ackerman, Humanities Strongest, but of course, you shared the title with him and you both were determined to win against the other and claim the title. It was a friendly competition that both of you were caught bickering about often.

And that led up to now.

You stood opposite Levi, taking off your jacket before throwing it to the dirt carelessly not shifting your gaze from his own as he stood there waiting for the fight to begin. ‘’Alright! You two ready? Begin!’’ Hanji exclaimed taking a step back right after, Levi observed you for a second waiting for you to pounce yet… you didn’t which infuriated him. Growling he swung at you, merely dodging by an inch you landed a kick to his back as he landed a rough punch to your jaw making you wince, dodging another kick from him you weren’t fast enough to react when Levi swept your feet out from underneath you.

Landing on your back and grunting from the impact you rolled out of the way before Levi could jump on you, almost stumbling over his own feet Levi regained his composure as you snickered at him. Scowling he kicked you in the stomach as you attempted to hit him in the nose, instead, Levi caught your hand in his own as he stared you down threateningly.

Both of your bodies pressed up against one another as he held onto your wrist, growling you knee’d him in the stomach making Levi let go of your wrist. Taking the opportunity you kicked his legs out from under him. Landing on the ground with a thud you instantly got down on him pressing your weight onto Levi as he grumbled curse words before flipping you both over.

A light coat of sweat covered your forehead and chest as Levi pressed himself against you on the ground, one leg between your own. A mischievous idea popped in your mind as you smirked up to the raven-haired man who was panting softly. Pinning your hands above your head with one hand he rest his free one on your waist as he sat on your lower area. ‘’Give up Y/N?’’ he said earning a scoff from you ‘’me? give up? no way in hell..’’ you say as Levi frowns down to you.

‘‘Why would I give up when we’re in such a position Levi~’‘

His eyes widened as his breath hitched in his throat, smugly smiling you flipped the both of you over, now you were on top with Levi underneath you staring wide-eyed. ‘’You witch..’’ Levi grunted before sending you off him, standing up quickly he watched you get up wincing slightly. ‘’Aweh… That hurt Levi! Someone’s going to have to kiss my booboo’s away later on ~’’ you started again waiting his face scrunch up in irritation as he darted at you again.

You attempted to dodge his attack but Levi grabbed onto your arm spinning you around before slamming you onto your back, knocking the wind out of your lungs making you pale slightly from fright. Levi scowled once again before planting himself on you again. ‘’Give. up.’’ he growled in your ear, you completely forgot about the crowd of soldiers who circled you both as they cheered for either you or Levi.

‘‘Never thought you could be so dominant Levi.. Don’t worry.. I’m submissive most of the time, just not right now..’‘ you smirk rolling your hips against his own earning a grunt. ‘‘Ngh.. Y/N stop you- idiot..’‘ he bit on his lip stopping a groan as you took over, sending him underneath you as Levi glared at you, his face painted with a pink hue.

‘‘I win~’‘

You got off of him dusting yourself off and fixing up your hair as Levi laid there on his back. Cheers erupted from your friends as they swarmed around you asking questions about your fight and congratulating you.

// Time Skip \

I sat at my desk quietly reading whilst humming to myself, I was somewhat sore from the fight earlier but I was happy about winning, even though it meant that I had to imply dirty things to Levi but so what? He wouldn’t care about it anyway.

I heard my door open, speak of the devil, in came Levi Ackerman without his jacket as he shut it behind him.

He locked it.

Oh fuck.

This midget means business.

I watched him curiously as Levi walked over and stood opposite me at my desk, leaning over he planted both his hands on my desk looking at me with the usual bored expression. ‘’You made a low move today’’ he started as I snickered lightly ‘’something wrong with it Levi?’’ I asked innocently as he leaned forward more ever so slightly. ‘’Yeah.. You left me with a hard-on’’ he simply states watching me wide-eyed ‘’holy shiT WHA-’’ my surprised screeches were cut off when Levi pulled me over the desk and kissed me.

‘‘Payback time Y/N..’‘

#levi #Levi ackerman #Captain levi #levi x reader #captain levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #X reader #aot #snk #Attack On Titan #shingkei no kyojin #Fanfic #fanfiction #anime #manga

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herohikara-wol · 5 years ago

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Hunting the Hunter (1/?)

Chapter 1: Break a leg, Hero

Tags: M/M, Zenos yae Galvus/Warrior of Light, Warrior of Light/Bad Life Choices, Miqo'te Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Male Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Destruction of the Magitek Reaper mount, Cid being sassy, WoL being Sassy, Post-Final Fantasy XIV: Stormblood, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, m - Freeform, More Tags as More Things Happen, Poor Life Choices, Elezenos not Elidibus in the Prince Skinsuit, idiots to lovers, Getting to Know Each Other, Stealing an Airship, Multi-Classed Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Bard Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), White Mage Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV)

Summary: Any soldier with some knack for trickery could throw on enemy garments and steal it right out from under the guard’s nose. Especially if that guard’s nose wound up split from their face by a blade. It was that detail keeping Hero’s mind fixated on who he thought his prey was.

Prey, Gods above, he was starting to do it too.

Or: In which the Warrior of Light tries to find Elezenos before he becomes either a bigger problem or kicks his bakery door down looking to fight him again.

Hero didn’t know if these were clues being left behind or a vain attempt by his mind to link together incidents that honestly were unrelated. A roegadyn guard butchered by a single stroke of a blade, a missing magitek built for a single pilot, whispers of a katana wielding resistance member living in solitude up in the peaks. All these added up to a single name that burned in the back of the Miqo’te’s mind like a fire that refused to go out.

Zenos.

Gods that named burned on his tongue, keeping him from spitting it out as Lyse gave him the task to hunt down the missing magitek and question whoever had stolen it. “Please Hero, if it’s still working and in the hands of someone who knows how to be deadly with it? I don’t know how much chaos it could cause. There are still villages with no defenses, people who are struggling to rebuild. You have to find it, you have to find whoever stole it.”

He gave a stoic nod, pretending that it could be anyone. To be honest, it really could have been anyone. Any soldier with some knack for trickery could throw on enemy garments and steal it right out from under the guard’s nose. Especially if that guard’s nose wound up split from their face by a blade. It was that detail keeping Hero’s mind fixated on who he thought his prey was.

Prey, Gods above, he was starting to do it too. All it took was some between-calamity boredom and he’d give anything to have an excuse to pick a fight to keep from getting rusty. Maybe that was why he’d been so quick to accept him. It was certainly why he was taking Maggie to Cid to make sure she was all prepared and ready to go for a trip to the Peaks to hunt down the magitek thief. “I figure if it was stolen by a surviving Imperial troop, hearing a magitek armour might draw them out of hiding. Familiarity of sound, y’know?”

“Not the worst idea you’ve had.” Cid snorted a bit as he checked the legs for show of wear and tear, weak joints, sand in the mechanism, anything that’d cause trouble if not dealt with.

“You of all people do not get to harp on me about bad ideas.” As Cid got to work he leaned against a table, trying not to smirk as the older man brought out his wrench to start working his magic.

“So how did you plan to escape the Vundu with a shivering knee’d noble boy again?”

“Explain to me what would have happened if Bismark ate the island?”

“So! She’s all ready for you, Hero! Take care to keep her out of dust storms and keep an eye on her power reserves.”

“Yup, loud and clear, thanks Cid.” Hero pushed off with a single elbow, reaching up to climb into the reaper’s chair. “Hopefully this idea works better than most of ‘em.” Like the current one of riding a Magitek Reaper around an area filled with people still suffering the effects of Garlean occupation, thankfully the way to the peaks was a short trip from the impromptu workshop Cid and Jessie had set up during the Omega crisis.

Honestly at this point Hero needed a new damn journal just to keep all his crises straight. Perhaps find someone willing to write his biography, if they could put up with his big mouth for more than half a bell each moon. Or peel back the bullshit and exaggerations in his storytelling method. The miqo’te was a bard at heart, and he accepted all that came with it. Including the little white lies that spiced up a story like oh so much cinnamon in a mug of cocoa.

Right. Ishgard, he needed to check on Dragonhead at some point. Hero’s mind began to wander as he took to the skys to look for the tell tale signs of wilderness survival. He couldn’t help it, even when trying to focus on a task all the other obligations slipped in and out of his thoughts like waves on the beach. There for a moment before receding into the tide of his mind.

It’s why he only caught a glimpse of what looked like an Elezen in a Resistance outfit before something took out the flight mechanism in his mech with alarming precision. Leaving him crashing to the ground in a heap of metal and bruises. “Fuck mothering son of a- MAGGIE!” His Echo didn’t even have time to alert him to danger before he’d been shot down, that was the only thing keeping him on edge now as he scrambled out of the reaper to assess the damages.

Well, tried to.

Hero fell ungracefully from the seat, landing with no small amount of hisses and groans of pain. “Knew my legs would catch up with me someday…” He could barely keep the curses off his lips as he examined the one leg giving him pause, months of jumping off cliffs instead of taking the smart way down culminating in what was probably a fracture from crashing into the earth at a low altitude inside a screaming metal death trap.

The presence was gone now, and he was alone and injured in the peaks with the sound of some hungry beasts not too far off. “Sorry Mags- Cid’ll come get you in a bit okay? I’ve gotta get out of here before somethin’ hungry finds me.” He’d teleport back to the reach and have someone else pilot the mech home while he abused magic to deal with his injury. Likely getting an earful from whoever was on staff at the medic’s tent.

It took a solid week before they allowed him back out to search again.

“No I’m pretty sure I saw an Elezen, had the ears, y’know? Hard to miss on a uniform like the Resistance one.” Hero pulled his own ears as close horizontal as he could get for emphasis, letting go only when Lyse frowned softly. “Listen, I don’t know if they’re an Imperial officer or just someone hoping to make a quick sack of coin off the sale of Imperial tech, but whoever they are? They weren’t fooled by my mech and they’re damn accurate.”

“Are you sure you can handle this assignment, Hero? I can try to get more people on it. I think we might have the resources to send out a scouting party. The others would kill me if anything worse happened to you on my orders…” He did admire one thing about her, she had as much of a filter as he did. Meaning usually what came out of her mouth was exactly how she felt with little to no attempts at sugar coating or double-speak. If she was trying to pull him out because she was suspicious he had ulterior motives? She’d be more obvious.

Odds were good the blond really was only concerned for his safety, “Listen, Lyse. I underestimated him once, but he’s one guy. It won’t happen again.” It being a clean slice through the metal hull of his reaper, as if someone powerful had taken a blade to it. Hero knew better, the style only confirmed his own thoughts. The miqo’te knew one man powerful enough to slice clean through metal with sheer wind pressure alone at such a large distance.

Except Hero wasn’t the beast this time, he wasn’t prey. He was the hunter, and Zenos was a wounded animal he needed to find. Fast.

#Hunting the Hunter #might as well do this here #M/M #Zenos x WoL #My dumb cat being stupid #idiots to lovers #post stormblood AU #Male WoL #Miqo'te WoL #Poor Writing #I'm bad at tagging #long post #I posted this on AO3 already #but I wanted to put it here too?#I don't know #Seeing other people post their stories made me wanna do the thing

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thinkyoureholy · 7 years ago

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Your Name Remains The Same [10]

[Warning: mentions of violence, blood, guns, etc.]

Pairing: Park Chanyeol / [Fem] Reader

Genre: Angst, some fluff, future smut…maybe?, Mafia! Au

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Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14. Pt 15.

“There’s about fifteen people in the building.” Minseok’s voice rang out in all our ears.

“Can you tell if Jihyun is in the building?”I asked.

I could hear Minseok scoff before he spoke, “I can’t actually see inside the building Y/N, that’s not how infrared works.”

I rolled my eyes at his sarcastic tone, immediately turning serious as the car came to a stop. Before any of us could get out of the car Chanyeol turned to us.

“Kyungsoo, Junmyeon and Yixing try and see if you can work your way down from the roof. Jongdae,Baekhyun, and Sehun you go in through the back door. Jongin you stay in the car, keep the engine running.”

“What?!?!”

“This isn’t up for discussion, Jongin. Stay. In. The. Car.” Chanyeol reiterated before turning to face me, “Y/N you’re with me, do not try and pull anything risky and do not go off on your own.”

As soon as I opened my mouth to argue with him he shut me up with a look. I sighed and nodded before getting out of the car with the rest of them. Kyungsoo, Junmyeon, and Yixing split off from the rest of us, heading towards another building and head towards the roof of the warehouse by jumping from roof to roof. Sehun, Jongdae, and Baekhyun went through an alley a few blocks before the warehouse to go around it and go in through the back door.

As soon as we walked through those doors it was chaos. The rest of the guys had arrived mere seconds before we did, sending everyone inside into a frenzy. No bullets were flying yet so that was a relief, but they sure weren’t afraid to throw punches and pull out their knives.

Chanyeol pushed me out of the way as one of them tried to take a swing at me, kicking his legs from under him and tackling him to the floor. I was particularly safe either as another guy charged at me from me behind. I felt his arms wrap tightly around me, pinning my arms to my body. Instead of struggling in his grip I flung my head back, hitting the back of my head against his face, hearing a cracking noise as he cried out. His hold on me loosened and I took advantage of his stunned state, grabbing his wrist in my hand. I angled my body so I could flip him over my shoulder and onto his back. He landed with a thud, not having enough time to recover as I twisted his arm in my hand. Once I thought he had enough I let him go. I turned to see Chanyeol being taken down by at four other men but before I could go and help him someone grabbed at the collar of my shirt from behind. I through my elbow back into the woman’s stomach, hearing her groan out in pain, her grip on me loosening. I easily got myself out of her grasp, turning to face her and landing a strong punch to her face, knocking her out instantly. By the time I turned back around Jongdae and Yixing had helped Chanyeol out.

I looked around, seeing everyone preoccupied fighting for their lives, almost missing another guy trying to sneak up on me. The difference between him and the first guy was that he was carrying a knife, intent on using it. Before he could even buried the piece of steel into my body I grabbed a hold of his wrist, seconds before the knife pierced through my skin. I struggled with him for awhile but luckily enough for me I managed to notice the way he stood, most of his weight on his left leg. Without another though I swung my leg out hard, watching his right knee give out. He felt to the floor clutching his knee but before he could even touch the ground I grabbed his head in my hands and knee’d him in the face, knocking him out cold.

It didn’t get any easier the long we stayed in that warehouse. Every time we knocked one of them out there would always be another to replace him. We were all starting to get tired, the constant fighting getting to us.

“Minseok you fucking useless piece of shit, what the hell kind of shit storm did you send us into!” Chanyeol yelled out, Minseok letting out a frustrated sigh as he tried to find a solution back home.

“Jongin get your ass over here, now!” Sehun’s voice was heard through the earpiece, Jongin stating a ‘copy that’ before making his way over.

“Minseok there’s a hell of a lot more than fifteen people here!” I shouted, ducking out of the way as one of the men swung at me.

“There’s twenty five at most, I miscalculated and-”

He was cut off as sounds of gunshot rang out through the building. Chanyeol and I shared a look, unholstering our guns, “Guns out, now! Kill them if you have to!”

As soon as those words left my mouth the only thing heard all around was the sound of guns firing. I wanted to make sure everyone was safe but I didn’t have the luxury or the time, seeing a man standing a few feet away start to take out a gun of his own. Before he could even bring up his gun to aim I shot a bullet straight into his arm, his gun falling out of his hand. I lodged another bullet into his leg, watching him crumble to the floor. One by one Jiho’s men fell to the ground, either dead or injured. The last ones left standing were us, the only injuries I noticed on any of the guys were a few cuts and bruises. I was relieved to see everyone was alright, Chanyeol gathering them all together to go over the next part of the plan. I stayed a few feet away from them, looking at the structure of the building, trying to figure out where Jiho would hide my son. I walked over the bodies on the floor, my ears picking up on a few sounds coming down a corridor to my left. I glanced back to see no one had noticed me wander off. I wasn’t an idiot, walking down one of these corridors was most likely a trap so I reloaded my gun before walking into it. I didn’t get very far before I head a small beep in my ear, Minseok’s voice the only thing I heard.

“Y/N where the hell do you think you’re doing?” Minseok asked sternly.

“Looking for my son.”

“It’s too dangerous for you to go on your own. Go back and have the others go with you before I tell them myself.”

“By the time they figure out what to do Jihyun could be-” I cut myself off, not even wanting to think about it, “Look if you’re that worried then tell me if you see anyone anyone hiding behind the corner or in any of the rooms in along this corridor.”

“You know I can’t see through-”

“I know. But if a person is hiding out somewhere ahead of me you’d be able to see their heat signature wouldn’t you?”

He sighed, “Keep going, there’s no one there.”

I smiled to myself as I walked forward, bringing my gun up to my line of sight, my finger ready to pull the trigger. My heart rate skyrocketed as I got closer, exhaling slowly before turning the corner, a sigh or relief leaving my lips as I came face to face with an empty hallway.

“There’s a room to your left, it seems to be like the only one there.”

I nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t really see me. Slowly I made my way over to the door. If I thought my heart rate was crazy before it was going haywire now. By this point I knew that Jihyun wasn’t here. If he was Jiho would’ve had him out in the open for me to see which meant Jiho had him with him in his little hiding place. Despite knowing Jihyun wasn’t here I knew they had to be at least some sort of clue to where he might be. Taking one last deep breath in I reached for the doorknob, turning it slowly.

“Wait Y/N I’m getting some type of heat signa-” Minseok started to say but it was too late.

By the time he was halfway through his sentence I had already opened the door, coming face to face with a double barrel shotgun a few feet away. Seconds later the gun fired itself before I even had time to react. The shotgun shell lodged itself into my chest, throwing me back into the wall behind me. I could hear Minseok yelling through my earpiece but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I was gasping for air, the bullet feeling like it crushed my sternum. Luckily enough I was wearing my bulletproof vest so the initial bullet didn’t pierce through the vest, that didn’t mean I got off clean. The shell they used must’ve been been a buck shell, little pellets flying off of it as the gun fired. The gun was positioned so high up that the little pellets flew into my neck. The initial impact didn’t kill me but the pellets in my neck might.

I felt the blood running down my neck before I felt the pain, coughing slightly and tasting blood on my tongue; I was choking on my own blood. One of the pellets must’ve pierced through my trachea. I gasped for air as I brought a shaky hand up to my neck in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. Not even a whole minute later I heard multiple footstep running my way. I heard Chanyeol before I saw him, my name falling from his lips. He crouched down neck to me, his hand immediately getting covered in my blood.

“Go get my kit, now!” Kyungsoo yelled out before I felt him place something on my neck, probably using his jacket to stop the bleeding.

He must’ve how I struggled breathing, immediately unzipping my own jacket and cutting away at my shirt. Chanyeol was in a state of shock, his mind still processing what happened, that was until Kyungsoo snapped him out of it.

“Chanyeol put some pressure on her neck.” Kyungsoo said sternly, busy cutting away at my vest, “Chanyeol, now, she’s bleeding out.”

That sprang Chanyeol into action, both his hands applying pressure to my wounds. I reached a hand up to grab his wrist, Chanyeol immediately grabbing my hand in his. I tried to speak, the words getting caught in my throat, the blood in my mouth also making it a bit harder to not only breathe but speak as well. Chanyeol looked down at me, his eyes filling up with tears but he refused to let any fall as he shook his head, silently telling me not to speak.

“Turn her over onto her side.” Kyungsoo ordered, Chanyeol doing as he said.

Once on my side all the blood from my mouth falling onto the floor as I gasped for air once more. I could feel Kyungsoo’s fingers prodding at my back before I felt a slight pinch a little bit below my scapula. Before I knew it became a little easier for my to breath.

“Luckily enough the pellets missed her jugular by just barely. I don’t see any exit wounds so it mean they’re still in there, we need to get back to the house. I don’t have the proper materials the perform the surgery she needs. Jongdae grab her legs, we need to carry her out this way for she doesn’t drown in her own blood.”

I groaned as soon as they lifted me off the floor, crying out as the pain from my chest and wounds intensified with every step they took. No matter how careful they were I was still able to feel everything. I felt me eyelids start to grow heavy as a wave of exhaustion suddenly washed over me. Chanyeol must’ve felt me go limp in his grasp, his voice immediately calling out to me.

“Hey–hey, no, Y/N keep your eyes open.” He pleaded with me..

I couldn’t help but let my eyes close despite his words. I felt him jostle me in his grip once more but this time I didn’t open my eyes, letting the darkness consume me, his voice fading out into nothing as I finally gave in.

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