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Head On ch. 8

Summary: You and your friends go to see Viktor off to school when you all are met with a horrid sight. All you want is to get everyone out safely and for Silco back at your side.

Content: female reader, gendered terms, pre-season 1 arcane, young Vander, young Silco, young Sevika, young reader, young Felicia, young Connol, baby Vi, Nadia & Nikolai are Viktor's parents, pre-teen Viktor, canon typical violence, riots, guns/blood, friend reunions, confessing feelings, reader has water manipulation, smoking, slight Arcane season 2/League of Legends spoiler (Janna, Felicia & Connol)

Word Count: 7.6K

Tag List: @miffysoo , @teriyakiitae , @locinne , @equaniimouxx , @cipher-nine

@shi-toshi , @sebastianlover

A/N: Okay okay, 1) I wanted to just quickly say THANK YOU to everyone whose taken the time to read this story and whose let me know you've been enjoying it!! It really does mean so much to me and keeps me going!! 2) sorry for the long ass word count. I can't help myself. I am a long word count girly who has been trying her hand at short word counts but will always go back to running her mouth in her stories lol 3) sorryyy for the time skip again. It's important to me at least to have it so that we can age up some younger characters anddd to keep things moved towards more fun events. It doesn't truly impair the story too much I feel. And 4) I hope you all enjoy!! Sending much love!!

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Three years later

“Oh and off she goes.” Felicia cheerfully spoke as Violet wandered off towards a bit of blue chalk lying on the side of the street faster than you believed her small legs should be able to take her. Felicia rushed after her, grabbing her toddler up in her arms just as Vi had snagged the bit of chalk.

Vi gave an angered noise that sounded like some roaring beast at her feet leaving the ground. The kid thrashed about in her mom’s arms, kicking and throwing punches as if she could fight her way out. Felicia laughed through it all.

“Okay, okay.” Felicia placed a smacking kiss on her kid’s round, dirt-smudged cheek before quickly pulling her face out of the way of another small, chubby little fist. “Geez. One of these days you’re gonna knock someone's tooth out.” She huffed, placing Vi back onto the ground.

“No, no, mommy.” Vi humphed, wagging a finger like she was the boss. Felicia merely laughed again, ruffling her head of pink hair.

“That kid needs a leash,” Sevika grumbled from where she walked beside you, pulling her cigarette from her lips.

“She’s just explori--oh and there she goes again.” Felicia booked it after Vi as she made to start writing on some passing man’s pants with the chalk still clutched in her fist.

“Gods. Guppy, you ever catch me daydreaming about shit like having a kid, I give you full permission to smash a rock over my head.” Sevika took a long drag from her smoke after she spoke.

“Only if you agree to do the same for me.” You smirked. Sevika held her first out and you were quick to bump your own against it. She pulled her cigarette from her lips and exhaled the remaining smoke from her lungs.

“Deal.”

“You two are so negative,” Nadia spoke from where she walked just before you two, her eyes nervously scanning over her own kid, now nearly on the cusp of teenage-hood. “Vi is just a very spirited child.” And just as Nadia finished, Vi gave another screeching wail as Felicia lugged her back over to you all.

“Got her!” Felicia cheered as Violet’s eyes began to fill with frustrated tears.

“How are you feeling, little angel?” Nadia asked Viktor who she hadn’t taken her eyes off once since they all started the walk towards the bridge.

And she was nervous for good reason. She and Nikolai, after years and years of hard work and living off scraps, had saved up enough money to send Viktor to school in Piltover.

And not just any school. The best school money could buy. A school that would further feed Viktor’s curiosity and need to experiment as well as give him the connections needed so he could, after he graduated, attend Piltover Academy.

But for him to attend this school and become something over there, he had to stay there and you knew it was keeping everything within Nadia not to break down and forget about all of it.

“The same way I felt when you asked me a minute and thirty seconds ago,” Viktor responded, voice full of sass he’d been using more and more lately.

“Oh.” Nadia gave a weak smile. “Excited then, yes?” She asked, reaching a gentle hand out to run her fingers through his head of wild hair to try and smooth it back down. Violet gave another screeching wail just as Viktor swatted his mother’s hand away.

“Silly goose,” Felicia spoke as Nadia pulled from her son, fingers beginning to fiddle and pick at each other.

“Actually. Just shoot me.” Sevika grumbled under her breath to you as she observed the exchanges between both mothers and their kids.

“Only if you do the same.” Sevika chuckled heartily at your response. “Dee, you said Nikolai’s already over there?” You questioned, trying to quickly keep Nadia’s mind off her son's denial of affection. Nadia blinked her burnt gold eyes at you, that weak smile still plastered to her face.

“Yes. Yes, he went last night to deliver a sculpture to a client. We have a friend he stayed the night with. He should already be on the other side of the bridge and to meet Viktor and bring--” Her voice faltered a bit as she gazed back at her son who confidently limped ahead, looking all too ready for this next step in life. “Bring him to school. Help him settle in.”

“Good.” You quickened your pace a bit to be able to stand beside your friend. Your first friend. One you’d met as soon as she and her family had made it to the Lanes after fleeing their home. She had been just as sweet and kind back then as she was now, but she too held that same sass her son now used. You placed a hand on Nadia’s shoulder.

“Viktor’ll do good. You know that. He’s smart.” Nadia nodded, grabbing hold of your hand tightly and giving you a heavy, grateful-filled look. “We’re here for you…even when Sevika’s a Miss. Dark and Gloomy and Felicia wrangling some feral creature.” Nadia gave an equally as weak huffed laugh.

“Watch. My little creature is gonna grow up and become a famous cage fighter. Hand you all your asses while she’s at it.” Felicia grinned your way, Vi all but hanging upside down as Felicia struggled to keep a hold of her wrestling daughter.

Felicia and Connol, since having Vi, decided Felicia could stop working the mines till Vi was old enough to stay home by herself. It made it so that Connol was rarely home and Felicia feeling a bit more lonely.

So, Felicia found work at your job. Your boss, having a soft spot for mothers and their little ankle biters, gave Felicia temporary work in her office where she could bring Violet while she helped with paperwork.

It’s why Felicia was able to come with you all this morning to see Viktor off. You all would make sure he got across the bridge safe and sound before heading to the diner-shop to start the work day.

After work, your group decided to hold a mock family dinner for Nadia and Nikolai to try and help keep their minds off their son living in a city that would try to swallow him whole every chance it got.

You were trying not to think too hard about your whole group in one place like that. Talking and eating and drinking together, when such festivities had grown less and less frequent.

And it was all thanks to you and Silco of course.

Your fight three years ago had left you both fighting for months. Months that neared on a whole year before Vander stepped in and told you two to knock it off. That you needed to at least act civil when around the whole group, especially since Vi had been born.

It had stopped the fighting but had left you two distant. Hardly a word spoke to each other for a year afterward.

The problem was you both were stubborn. Too proud to admit the fight was over nothing. Too proud to just sit down and talk it over like adults.

You still hardly spoke a word to each other a year after that one, though now you two could be alone together and not have it turn into a verbal battle.

You missed him.

It was something you had been thinking about more and more.

You missed exploring after work with him. Missed long talks while sharing a cigarette. Missed being able to sit next to him in silence, shoulders and thighs pressed together. Being able to sit there and not have the air be full of tension.

You missed your friend.

You cursed yourself out daily for having had a hand in losing his close friendship all because you had been scared and ran away. You should have just stayed in that cave and told him what you were thinking--how you were feeling.

But that chance passed you by and you were stuck in this tension-filled now.

Shouting pulled you from your thoughts.

You thought at first it was Violet again, but it was too loud--too many different shouts. And when you looked to the little girl, you found she had calmed in her mom's arms, watching as a pair of people rushed past your group towards the bridge.

“Oh no.” Nadia gasped as you all rounded the corner, finding the mouth of the bridge a cluster of people shouting and screaming at the enforcers standing there, trying to keep them back.

You didn’t have to peer too hard past everyone to see a large, chain fence had been put up, blocking anyone from going in.

Nadia pulled from your touch and grabbed hold of her son, who didn’t shoo her away this time.

“What the fuck.” Sevika hissed, plucking her cigarette from her lips and flicking it to the ground. “No chance in hell they’ve blocked us out.”

But none of you would ever put it past them. They’d done it before a long while ago, back when Vander’s dad was your age and The Gray ran more rabid in the streets.

“Do you know what happened?” Felicia asked the next person who tried to rush by. They took a small second to look back at you all, eyes shifting to look at Vi who was now greeting them with round after round of hi.

“They raised the toll. Five hundred.” You felt your blood run cold. The old toll had been hard enough to pay and now this?

Five hundred?

That was more than most made in a week’s worth of work.

“And even if you can pay, they’re askin’ thousands of questions just to find any reason to not let you through. Not unless you have proof.” And off they rushed into the crowd, leaving you and your group fuming.

“Fuck this--Vander’s gotta give in after hearing this shit.” Sevika gruffed and you agreed.

Vander would agree to start fighting back like you and the others had been wanting. He’d held you all back for years saying nothing that had happened was worth going to war for.

But this was worth it.

They were cutting you all off from the rest of the world like one might do to a decaying limb.

Sevika made to march back through the fissures to find Vander, but something caught her eye.

She froze.

You froze.

“Where the hell is Nadia?” Felicia asked as Vi became fussy messing in her arms all over again. Your chest tightened as you scanned over the rioting crowd. Tightened painfully when you caught a flash of ruddy red hair disappearing within it.

You rushed for her, leaving Sevika to curse and all but command Felicia to stay put as she ran after you. You didn’t slow as she called your name. Didn’t slow as you pushed and shoved through the crowd, hissing and snapping harshly at any who refused to move.

Sevika shoved those who refused away with one arm easily, having caught up to you. The few that had all but glued their feet to the ground took one look at your menacing friend and moved before you could even get to them.

“--see. Himerdinger himself selected my son to attend Piltover Preparatory School.” You heard Nadia’s accented voice before you saw her, but when you pushed through the last few bodies, you spotted her. She was shoving a gold detailed letter into the hands of an enforcer by a door closest to the tollhouse. It was the acceptance letter Viktor had received.

The enforcers, who you recognized immediately to be Rufus, who should have retired years ago, nodded on a heavy sigh.

“Five hundred.” He handed the letter back to Nadia who was quick to give it to Viktor, who was pulling lightly at the skirt of her dress shaking his head, looking like a small kid again.

“We cannot affor--” Nadia cut him off with a fierce gaze.

“You are going to that school.” She demanded, digging into her pockets for a small pouch full of coins. She fished out the correct amount and handed it to Rufus who nodded to another enforcer standing guard by the door to unlock it.

“Nadia--” You called just as an enforcer stepped before you, keeping you back. You bared your teeth at him. “Move it.” But he only continued to shove you back, just as more enforcers came to shove others back.

“You are going to work hard. And it will be hard, but you will do good things. Great things for this world.” You heard Nadia continue. You caught a glance at her, finding her on her knees before her son, holding his tear-streaked face and looking so proud. “Do not let them snuff out your spark. I love you, my little angel. Always remember that.” And you were shoved away just as she wrapped her son up in her arms for what might be the last time.

You hit Sevika’s solid body, but she held you steady. She flashed you a smirk, gray eyes steady and full of that burning anger you all held before she shoved the enforcer back, his armor rattling violently as he fell to his ass.

You used the opening to rush over the fallen officer toward Nadia, who was watching Viktor walk through the gate door, which slammed shut and locked behind him. He cast his mom one last look, who steadied him with an encouraging nod. You grabbed her arm as the enforcer Sevika knocked over shouted at you.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” You asked, trying not to let your words bite seeing your friend’s eyes had turned all red and glossy. “You shouldn’t have paid that goddamn toll.”

“It is only money.” She started, almost fighting against you as you tried to pull her away from the fence. Her burnt gold eyes, which welled over onto her flushed cheeks, kept track of her son the whole time. “I would do anything for him. Anything.”

Shouting grew more aggressive behind you. A sound that normally would have thrilled you, but with Nadia still in the heart of it all, it was dreadful.

She couldn’t fight. Didn’t know how and could hardly pick a fish-filled crate up without help. She would only get caught in the crossfire of a fight like this.

“Nadia--Nadia we have to go.” You insisted, tugging sharply at her arm. She allowed you to pull her closer.

You turned and--

Boom.

The sound echoed sharply through the air.

The sound of a gunshot.

People screamed and began to run around like chickens who’d had their heads cut off. You spotted the person who Felicia had stopped to question laying face first on the ground, red pooling beneath them.

The enforcers who had fired looked just as terrified as everyone else, his gun shaking in his hands.

Rufus shoved past you both shouting orders at him and the others to not fire.

Another gunshot sounded further down the line and that was when you held Nadia tight and sprinted toward Sevika. Sevika grabbed hold of your own arm and began dragging you back toward Felicia just as you were dragging Nadia.

Another gunshot roared through the air.

And then another.

Nadia tripped, startled scream on her lips. You held her tight and continued to pull her along.

You all just needed to get away. Far away from the enforcers and their need to quince their bloodthirst.

Felicia was holding a screaming Vi tight to her chest, feet already moving as soon as she spotted you all.

“That way. That way!” Sevika shouted to Felicia who turned the corner she was pointing at sharply.

“The fucking brothels?!” Felicia shouted back.

“Where the fuck else!” Sevika hissed.

“I can’t bring my kid in there!” Felicia called as Sevika wound the corner after her.

“Cover her eyes!”

“I can’t--” Nadia called your name on a winded breath, “I can’t--” Her pace began to slow.

“Just a little further, okay, and then we can sto--” But you felt Nadia drop to her knees just as you two turned the corner. Her weight growing so heavy it nearly pulled you down with her.

A painful start hissed through your body when you found her on the ground, clutching at her shoulder and looking pale. Too pale even for her.

Red splattered on her shaking fingertips. Red that had dripped here and there on the ground leading directly to your friend.

Rock bit into your knees as you rushed for her, flipping her onto her back to find the front of her dress soaked in blood.

“Did--did he get across?” She sputtered, fear high in her eyes. Pain screwed her face up, tears never ceasing their fall from her eyes.

“Sevika!” You screamed, grabbing for Nadia’s hand to pull it from her shoulder. She gave a scream that tore at your chest and made you hesitate. “It’s--it’s just your shoulder.” You tried to smooth, pressing your palm against the bleeding wound that only made her pain grow. “It’s fine--Sevika!”

Water was in the blood.

Water was yours to command yet blood never wanted to behave as nicely as water. Not even as nicely as alcohol which held more than less water in it than blood did.

You’d never been able to control it. Never been able to slow the flow of it even from something as small as a paper cut.

You tried anyway, squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on the water flowing within her blood. Willed it, begged it to halt just long enough for someone to come to patch her up.

Sevika cursed sharply when she came to your side but you kept focusing on your task. Kept pushing your power harder and harder even when it began to make your head spin.

“V-Viktor--” Nadia gave a small sob. “Did--get--” Another sob that burned at your eyes. “Please.”

“He did. He got across.” Your voice came out too wobbly. Too weak.

“We gotta get her out of here.” Sevika’s voice sounded, her strong hands gently starting to pull you away.

You let her, but kept your focus on your task. On wrangling her blood with your magic and pushing it back as if trying to reverse the flow of some powerful river.

Nadia gave a brokenly pained cry as Sevika picked her up as gently as she could. You followed, vision beginning to dot the longer you pushed your magic to work on such a hard task.

Black fuzzed through your eyes and the next thing you knew you were standing inside a dimly lit brothel.

Black fuzzed at your eyes as you watched Sevika lay Nadia on a pillow-covered bed, an older Yordle assessing the damage. She turned her eyes onto Sevika looking all too grim.

Black fuzzed at your eyes and Vi’s screaming rang through your ears, loud and piercing. A hand grabbed your shoulder and you pushed it quickly off of you.

Your magic snapped back into your body so hard it made you stumble backward out of the room you had been led into. You tried to summon it back but that fuzz turned into dull buzzing in your ears. Made your breath heavy and tight in your lungs. Made your stomach twist and your mouth fill with hot saliva like you might throw up.

A few of the employees of the brothel you all barged into peeked their heads out of their rooms, eyes wide and some even filled with tears. They must have heard about what happened at the bridge. Must have seen you all rush in and known what had happened as soon as they spotted Nadia--Nadia--

Your stomach rolled just as your heart twisted like some old rag and your eyes blurred.

You blinked and you were outside.

Blinked and you were down the street.

Blinked and you were looking at your shaking hands.

Blood. Nadia’s blood.

Oh gods oh gods.

Gods.

Where the fuck was Janna?

Where was she?

She was supposed to be the Lanes’ guardian spirit or some shit. Supposed to protect you all. Keep shit like this from happening to you all.

And--and she’d just left.

Left you all to suffer and die by the hands of Piltover who would never stop trying to take, take, take. They would take till their bellies were round and full and still their hunger would not be sated.

Hands grabbed your arm, tugging at you. You shove whoever it was away. A shove that only made the person grab you tighter.

You blinked and found it was an enforcer. Two. One shouted down the way for backup.

Your head spun.

The effort from trying to use your powers on something as hard as blood made it hard to re-focus--to breathe.

Before you could try to fight them off, a blur of red and gray flashed past you, attacking the enforcers for you.

The sound of a blade zinging free and the gurgled sounds of a dying breath filled your ears as you staggered back, trying desperately to get yourself together. More screams. More sounds of death and soon someone was before you. Someone who was calling your name sharply.

You tensed a bit when hands grabbed hold of your face, body readying to fight, but the feel of those hands. Of chilled, calloused, and scarred skin gave you pause. Had you blink and blink that fog away till you found Silco’s face there.

He looked worried. Really worried.

Worried for you.

Only you.

“Hey--hey are you hurt? Did they hurt you?” Fingers smooth over your skin, pulling your face closer and closer. You blinked again, eyes filling with liquid fire as you grabbed desperately for his hands. Hands that continued to hold you tight, to hold you so close you felt his forehead brush against yours.

Out of all the touches and almost touches that had happened between you two your whole lives, this was the one you craved most. One you pressed into. One that had those tears you fought back rolling down your cheeks and over her fingers in hot streams.

“Tell me--what happened? I heard about the bridge and--”

“Nadia--” Weak. Your voice sounded so weak in your ear and, even though you typically would have cringed at such weakness being shown, you didn’t care. Couldn’t care. Not when your friend could be dying. Not in front of Silco. “She’s--”

Silco pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping around your body tightly and you just crumbled. Just completely broke down--snot and all. Sobs shook your body so violently you were sure they were shaking through Silco as well.

But Silco didn’t pull away. Only held you tighter, like he might try to press you into him. Only smoothed his hands over your back and pressed his cheek against your head, keeping you almost completely surrounded by him.

“Silco!” It was Vander’s voice and Vander’s footfalls that were growing closer and closer. “Where are the other girls?” He asked, worry high in his voice.

“Where is Felicia? Vi?” Connol sounded even more worried than Vander. As he should. His whole life had been at the bridge. His whole life could have been taken away in one fell swoop. You grabbed two fist fulls of Silco’s leather jacket, holding on for dear life as you fought to reign back your chest-aching sobs. As Connol all but hissed your name, trying to frantically stir you from your breaking.

“Don’t.” Silco hissed right back at him, a hand coming to hold the back of your head as if to keep you shielded from your friend. “I saw her come out from the entertainment district. I would guess they are all there.” Silco had hardly finished his words before someone, most likely Connol, rushed off.

“It's not safe here. We need to get out of view.” It was Benzo’s voice that spoke, the man sure to have joined them without a second thought. Silco was silent as his fingertips brushed over the back of your neck. Seemed to be waiting for you and for whenever you were ready, no matter the danger that lurked through the streets. You wrestled yourself to move, pulling slowly from Silco’s hold as you tried to bite down your weakness.

Silco let his hands linger on you. Let his hand brush over your cheek and over your shoulder, seafoam eyes scanning you over, looking for everything and anything that might be a harm to you.

He took hold of your hand firmly like he was refusing to let you go again. You were glad for it. Glad for his support, even when tension between you had grown choking. Tensions that, in that moment, seemed to be forgotten.

Vander’s face hardened when his eyes took in your upset nature. Benzo’s eyes grew sullen.

You never cried. You’d come close, but you never cried. Especially in front of others.

It was something Silco and Vander both knew. Something that was hardening Vander against the cruel reality that someone could be hurt. Someone could be dead.

Hardened into that anger.

The wolf paced behind those gray eyes.

Was growing stronger and stronger, ready to be let loose upon the world.

Sevika was right. He would agree to start the revolution you all had dreamed of now.

Start a war.

“Who?” Vander asked. Your lip trembled.

“Nadia. I--I don’t know--” Silco’s body pressed closer to yours in a silent telling that you could lean on him. That he would be there for you no matter what.

Vander nodded, beginning to head off in the direction Connol had run, Benzo quick on his heel.

“It’s not safe out here. Let's go.” It was a command. One you wanted to follow but your body locked up against.

Go? Go back to that brothel Nadia was laying in? Go back to that place and see her dying?

Silco’s hand pulled from your own only for it to wrap around your waist, pressing you into his side.

“I’m here. I’m here with you.” He didn’t promise that Nadia would be okay. He couldn’t promise that. No one could. Not when they didn’t know any true doctors. Not when, even if it was just a shot to her shoulder, could be fatal if left unattended for long.

But he did promise he was there.

That he wouldn’t leave your side, no matter what.

And it was enough to get your body moving back towards the entertainment district.

The typically busy street looked like it had been abandoned. Looked like it was closed down for good.

You led them to the brothel everyone was hold up in, finding Connol and Felicia sitting just in the entrance on a nest of pillows, a small group of workers cooing at Vi who was going up to each and grabbing for any shiny jewelry or pretty hair piece they wore.

One of them rushed past you three and was quick to lock the door. And bolt lock it. And shove a plank of wood across its frame. She was just as quick to rush to stand before you all, giving a small bow of her head before rushing back off towards the back rooms.

“Any word about Nadia?” Vander asked Connol and Felicia.

“I was asked to leave the room because this little troublemaker was very upset,” Felicia spoke, a small smile pulling to her lips as Vi huffed her mom's way. “Sevika’s with her…it’s been quiet.”

Your throat tightened.

Your eyes burned.

Your stomach rolled.

She wasn’t okay. She was dying. Dead. Laying in some brothel she would have blushed furiously at just from a glance in its direction.

“Let’s sit.” Silco calmly spoke to you. Only you. You nodded and let him pull you along.

“I--I’m sorry.” You all but heaved out past your thick throat. Silco sat down on another little nest of pillows, gently sitting you down next to him. He didn’t pull his hand away from your waist, even when he no longer needed to guide you around like some lost dog.

“You’ve done nothing you need to apologize for.” He calmly spoke again.

This was the closest you’d been to him in a long, long time. The longest he’s touched you in a long, long time.

And gods you had missed it. Gods you cursed yourself for being so stupid and stubborn.

You moved the slightest bit so that your thigh was pressed firmly against his. So that you could look up at his face and take in all his sharp, handsome features. Look into those seafoam eyes he was already watching you carefully with.

“I shouldn’t have--” Silco cut you off with a small shake of his head, knowing where you were going with this.

“You don’t--”

“I don’t want to fight anymore. Please. Can we--please.” You begged on a breath so that only he might be able to hear.

This wasn’t something you really wanted to be doing in front of your friends. In front of strangers and in the heart of a brothel but you needed to say it. Needed to stop your fighting before something happened to you or worse, something happened to him. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if something horrible happened to him and you hadn’t at least tried to remedy it.

Silco watched over your face for a long moment. A moment that only had your aching heart ache even more.

Did he disagree? Did he not want to try and mend the hurts between you two?

A small nod helped ease a bit of the ach in your chest.

“I don’t want to fight either.” He breathed back, keeping his words just for you as you had for him. “I should be apologizing. The way I acted was immature and--”

“It was pretty childish.” Silco paused for a moment, slight surprise in his eyes at your teasing but you found the edge of his lips pull upward.

“I am in the middle of an apology here.” He huffed back. An amused huff. It made your lips tug at their corners.

“Oh sorry. Go on.” You shifted a bit as if to get more comfortable.

“You’re insufferable.” Silco shook his head at you.

“Thank you.” You proudly said. Silco chuckled and you did the same, but your amusement faded out as pain spiked in your chest at everything that had happened. Your eyes scanned his face over once more, finding a bit of dirt smudged on his cheek from his work. They must have dropped everything and rushed from the mines when they heard what had happened.

Hesitantly, you brought your hand up to brush that bit of soot away and Silco didn’t shrug you away. He leaned into your touch, eyes almost fluttering closed at your skin on his.

“I’m…I’m really terrified.” You breathed, eyes burning all over again. Silco nodded, cupping your hand within his, holding it against his cheek.

“I know.”

“What if…” Your voice broke and your lips trembled. “What if she dies? I’m…she was the first person to show me kindness and--” Your voice failed you then.

“Then…we’ll deal with it. Together. Head on. Just like we always do.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles in further comfort. A comfort you anchored yourself to. Let your eyes flutter closed and just breathe it in.

Even when he hadn’t showered, he still managed to smell fresh. Like mist. Like a calm lake.

His forehead pressed firmly against yours once more. You weren’t entirely sure who had moved closer, whether that be you or Silco, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was he was close to you again. Was telling you silently that he still cared for you. That he would always care for you and you silently told him the same.

“Just because your friend was bleeding out all over my establishment doesn't mean you can fondle each other here without paying.” A rasping voice spoke, spooking you and Silco from the tender moment you had been sharing. Spooked you two so bad you pulled apart, finding the older Yordle walking into the center of the entrance room.

The workers who had been cooing and playing cheerfully with Violet were quick to their feet at the Yordle's appearance. They rushed off, bowing their heads at you and your friends, and the Yordle before rushing back towards their rooms. She only shook her head at them.

“We weren’t--it wasn’t like that.” Silco started pink dusting over his cheeks in a way that had Felicia chuckle knowingly and you feeling all flustered as well. Benzo wasn’t as discrete with showing his amusement, all but bellowing out a laugh that nearly had him folding in half.

The Yordle took a long drag from her cigarette and blew the heavy smoke in a tight stream toward the ceiling a few moments later.

“Boy, I work in a den of lust and love. I’ve seen it all and know what’s what.” Silco’s blush only grew deeper, his eyes glancing your way in his embarrassment of being singled out.

And despite your own embarrassment, you could help the small chuckle that pfffted from your lips. One that only had that blush deepened, but tugged that easy smile you adored to his lips.

“How is she?” Vander cut in before anything else could be said. The Yordle leveled him with a look.

“Babette.” Vander’s brows furrowed in slight confusion.

“Uh--what---”

“My name is Babette.” Vander blinked, looking a bit lost for words.

“Uh--Vander.” Babette nodded her head slowly, taking another long drag from her cigarette.

“I know. People talk.” Vander gave a small exhale of breath just as she gave a release of smoke.

“Babette,” Vander started, “How is our friend?”

“You’re lucky this is the place you barged into. I’ve been doing this job a long time now. Seen it all. Had to learn to patch up bullet and knife wounds alike. People think just because they are paying they can do whatever they wish. No manners.” Babette mused on a shake of her head, making you nervous all over again. “She’ll live.” You breathed a shuddering sigh in relief, Silco’s hand giving yours a squeeze. “But she’s weak. Will be weak for a long while. Such a small thing, that one.”

You were quick to your feet, Silco following suit. “Thank you. What--how much do you want?” You asked.

Between the six of you in the room now, you could probably scrooge up…seven…eight coins. Sevike would try to horde whatever she had on her, but she would add in another three or four coins. Probably only bronze…none of you would be carrying around any gold.

“You couldn’t afford it, sweetness.” Babette purred, making you feel all flustered all over again. “All I want in return is for you to take a stand for us.” Babette’s eyes found Vander’s again. Found him and settled him with a hard, burning stare. Vander nodded at her.

You saw the wolf pace and pace, mawl dripping in hungry justice.

“Thank you.” Babette gave a wave of her hand as she took another drag of her cigarette.

You started for the backrooms, Silco still having yet to take his hand out of your and you found you could only be grateful for his continued support. More than grateful.

Sevika leaned against the wall next to the door Nadia was behind, already watching you two walk towards her. “She’s sleeping.” Sevika huffed, eyes glancing down the hall to where more workers were peeking their heads out of their doors. They disappeared under her gaze, all except one who winked her way before popping back into her room. Sevika gave a smirk at this. “We gonna break their enforcers' skulls?” She asked, her gaze darkening as she looked at Silco.

“More than break,” Silco spoke coolly.

“And if Vander chickens out again?” Sevika asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Would that make any difference now?” Sevika scoffed.

“Nah.”

“Good.” You…found you didn’t like this. Like this…this almost behind closed-door talk. Like Vander would give up on fighting for his friends. Like Vander would give up fighting for everyone. For freedom.

He wouldn’t. It wouldn’t come to that.

But as you pulled out of Silco’s grip and made it into the room Nadia slept in, finding her looking all too weak, you almost didn’t believe your own thoughts.

Part if you believed Vander would back out, if under the right circumstances.

And Silco…you knew he never would.

He would die before he gave up hope on the future of Zuan.

And you would be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t scare you.

Your whole group made the journey from the entertainment district an hour later to safely bring Nadia back home, which was a tiny, run-down hole in the wall squished between and under other-like homes. It was a mess of all sorts of art and science supplies and half-finished projects. The space was cut roughly in half by a hung curtain, hand painted by Nadia with various swirling designs, to keep their makeshift bedroom separate.

Felicia and Connol, after double-checking to make sure Nadia would be alright, had headed home, their daughter having turned into a sleep-needing beast in Connol’s arms.

Sevika rummaged through Nadia’s small kitchen now, looking for any sort of alcohol she could get her hands on. When she started to shout back to Nadia about it, even when the woman was definitely not supposed to be roused in such a way, you excused yourself outside to find Silco.

You found him sitting on a pile of crates and barrels near Nadia’s home, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his fingers. Vander and Benzo had been out here a few minutes ago, standing beside him. You assumed they must have left, whether that be back to work or to The Last Drop.

You weren’t sure and you didn’t entirely care in that moment, not when Silco's seafoam eyes found you before the door had even swung shut behind you.

You made your way down the ramp Nikolai had built Viktor over top of the original steps there to make it just a little easier for his son to get home before you came to a stop a little ways before Silco.

You held his gaze as he ran his hand through his hair, which he had allowed out of its usual bun to hang loosely around his shoulders in gentle waves.

He held your gaze right back, offering his cigarette out to you. You carefully took it, only for him to grab hold of your wrist and yank you closer. Your heart spiked in your chest and began to beat erratically against your rips at the sudden movement.

Neither pair of eyes left the other for a long moment. Neither of you moved. Neither of you wanted to move. Not when you were so close again. Not when you truly wanted to be even closer.

“How is she holding up?” Silco asked and you begged your heart to calm its wildness.

“As fine as someone who's just been shot and sent their son off to live in the belly of the beast.” You murmured, pulling a nod from Silco.

“Alive. That’s what matters most. We’ll figure everything out. Head on.” He moved his legs so that they hung over the sides of the crate he was sitting on. So that his knees were on either side of your legs, brushing against them gently.

“Together.” You agreed.

“Together.” He repeated, eyes dipping to glance at your lips. You moved closer now that he had created space for such a thing, the front of your thighs pressing into the edge of the crate and his thighs laying against them comfortably. You’re own eyes dipped almost greedily to look at his own lips. Lips you thought about too often…no--no, maybe didn’t think about them enough.

“Thank you….for being there for me.” Silco gave your wrist still in his grip a gentle squeeze.

“No need for all that. I will always be there for you when you need me.” You felt warm ash from the cigarette you held fall over your fingers, but you dared not pull away from him. Not when you’d been away from him for so long. Not when you had missed his close friendship so dearly.

A long silence filled the space between you two. A silence that was familiar--warm, not the foully tense thing it had been for one too many years.

“Would…” You started, your heart beginning to beat loudly in your chest again. Fear, anxiety, and flusteredness all tumbling about within it like some riptide.

“Would…?” Silco questioned, eyes ever watchful yet so--so soft. A softness only you had never been allowed to see. A softness you had realized maybe too late was only ever for you.

You hoped it wasn’t too late.

You prayed it.

“Would you…would you like to pretend that we’re back at my pool?” You spoke on a voice smaller than a whisper. A voice that was anything but full of all the nerves rolling about in you.

Silco’s eyes widened the smallest bit at your question, his lips parting in the same smallness to show you a small flash of his chipped front teeth you loved to see.

“What--but…I thought you didn’t want us to fight any longer?” He whispered back.

“I don’t but…I was scared.” Silco’s brows furrowed in slight question.

“Scared? Of--me?”

“I--Felicia talked to me…after.” Silco nodded in understanding. After your fight in The Last Drop. He’d seen her rush after you. “She told me--well she said I should tell you why I ran away.”

“Because you thought I was going to hurt you?” You gave a small huff through your nose as you brushed a bit of his dark hair behind his ear. An action that had that delicate blush spreading over his cheeks all over again.

“Silco you could have anyone. You’ve had anyone. I just--I don’t want to be just anyone to you because…you’re not just anyone to me.” You rested your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb gently over his flushed skin.

“Anyone--” He said your name just as softly as he looked at you, “You aren’t just anyone to me. You’ve--you’ve never been just anyone to me. Why do…” He seemed to grow nervous then, eyes drooping slightly away from your own. “Why do you think I waited so long to…to try to kiss you.” Even though the last part was whispered, you heard it nonetheless. He shook his head slightly. “You are--are everything to me and I’m sorry you felt like you were anything less.”

You moved your hand gently along his sharp cheek to find his chin, lifting it so that you might see those seafoam eyes of his you adored. Eyes that shone bright with such--such admiration for you in them. A look that had you forgetting all about the cigarette in your other hand.

That horrid, nagging voice clawed at the back of your mind as it always did and always would. A voice that shouted at you all the things that could happen if you let yourself believe his words. A voice that wanted nothing more than to protect you from possible hurt, but it was also a voice that would only ever hold you back.

And it was a voice shoved an iron-clad hand over to silence it.

“Would you like to pretend?” You whispered again, letting your thumb brush just below the curve of his lower lip, which parted on a shaky inhale of breath.

“I don’t want to pretend.” He whispered back, hand moving up from where he held your wrist to pull you closer. “Let’s just--face it. Head on.” You nodded, nose brushing against his. A brush that had your blood pounding right alongside the beat your heart had set.

“Together?” Silco’s hand ended its journey, finding rest on your jaw. He guided you closer. So close you felt his breath ghost over your lips, sending a tingling flare through them.

“Together.” He agreed, eyes flickering between yours and your lips.

Waiting. He was waiting.

He was nervous. Nervous you might run away again. Nerves that made your heart ache for him past its beating.

You pushed closer, lips brushing against his, turning that tingling into a flame. A flame that roared into a blaze as you fit your lips against his like you would a cigarette. And just like a cigarette, his lips against yours filled your head with a pleasurable fog. Had your lips begging and begging for more.

Silco inhaled deeply as he moved his lips against yours steadily, his other hand wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him. You let him hold you, his strong--safe--hold only making your head spin faster and faster.

Forehead rested against forehead as you two pulled apart, panting in shared air.

A goofy grin spread over your kiss-puffed lips. A grin that pulled an equally as goofy smile to Silco’s own lips, turned near red from your kiss.

“Was that--was that okay?” Silco asked on uneven breaths. You gave a small huff in amusement, running your fingers through his hair just like they had always itched to do. An action that had Silco’s eyes fluttering in utter enjoyment.

“I would have thrown you into the harbor if I hadn’t.” You teased, nuzzling your nose against his.

“Good thing,” He started, nuzzling your nose right back. “‘Cause I can’t swim.”

“You have to learn. Could save your life one day.” That soft look returned in full then as he looked over your face. A look that was full of such joy it only brought the same bright joy to you.

“Only if you teach me.” You nodded.

“Gladly.” And his lips seared into yours once more.

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rinstaro · 2 years ago

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Tbh I don’t have an idea for this one kore, but smth horny asf with my bb time or even wild cause I’ve been having a bit of a rough time

hope ur well and thank you!!

-💫

of course, anything for you dear. this took so long!!!! sorry i’ve been so dead lately, life is tryna whoop my ass. i was playing botw and changed into the barbarian set and…… yeah. you know how it “bolsters links fighting spirit”? in my head it just makes him a lot more feral so it makes him horny too. i hope you like it! and i hope you feel better soon! i promise that these rough times will pass 🌟

cw: he’s a little mean, doggy, forest sex, reader is implied to be shorter than him, slight predator/prey dynamics, y’all are just messing around… or are you? reader has a vagina no pronouns, not proofread <3

minors do not interact.

you played with wild’s stuff all the time. he didn’t mind so long as you didn’t hurt yourself. his swords, his bows, and especially his armor. no matter how many rupees he’d spend buying you whatever clothes you wanted, you were always fascinated with his instead.

his knights armor was heavy and sturdy. his climbing gear showed off his toned arms. his sheikah armor had you drooling.

the only set you hadn’t seen on him was the barbarian armor. you always wondered about the set. the headpiece was just a little scary, so you asked him what the armor was for when it covered so… little.

“it makes me a little more…. it’s easier to fight.”

he left it at that, but it made you curious. so it made him stronger, but you wanted to see that firsthand. you asked him if he’d put it on for you to which he shied away. “i don’t think you’d like it…”

you rolled your eyes, begging him to do it, just once. he eventually caved. when he did, you immediately realized why he was hesitant to show you his armor.

he looked fucking divine.

the way it exposed the best parts of him had you salivating. you circled him, trailing your gaze up and down his body. the tattoos that manifest on his torso and legs... you wanted to taste them for yourself. “i cannot believe you hid this from me,” you mumbled. you wrapped your arms around him, tracing his skin with your fingertips. you could hear his breath hitch as you teased him relentlessly.

suddenly he grabbed your wrists, looking at you with a hardened gaze.

“i’m not sure if we should… do that right now.”

you could tell wild was holding himself back, so you decided to kick it up a notch. you dropped to your knees in front of him, batting your eyelashes when he hisses. your hands trailed down to his thighs, nails scratching the skin ever so slightly. “come on, you don’t wanna have fun? at least let me– oh!”

the grip on your wrists tightened, and you were locked in place. your heated gaze met his, and you shuddered. he looked like he was about to eat you alive. wild’s nostrils flared as he stared down at you, seemingly trying to keep himself together. he slowly leaned down, eyes never leaving yours.

“sure, let’s have some fun.”

that’s how you ended up deep in the forest, heart racing and wild hot on your trail. this was harder than you thought, but it was definitely exciting. the deal he made you was simple. just a quick game of hide and seek.

“you get five minutes. if you win, you get your way. if i win, i get mine.”

you took off as soon as he uttered the word ‘run’, excited giggles ringing in his ears as he watched you. he waited til you were out of sight, and even gave you an extra minute. after counting, he started walking at a leisurely place in the direction you took off in, grinning to himself.

sure, this was a little unfair. you didn’t stand a chance against him without the set, let alone with it. but you didn’t need to know that. you wanted to have some fun, so he’ll entertain you. wild wondered how long you’d last when he finally got you under him.

you stopped to catch your breath, hands on your knees as you panted. surely this was far enough. you'd been running at full speed for a while, and you were sure at least 2 minutes had passed. you had to have gotten pretty far.

only moments later did you hear a loud “thud” from behind you. you spun around to be met with trees and shrubs, the silence making you uneasy. your eyes scanned the area only to find nothing. probably just some animal, right? even if it was, you weren’t gonna take the chance. you slowly backed away in the opposite direction of the noise, keeping an eye out for any movement.

when you turned back to run, you were met with the hard surface of someone’s chest. you groaned, rubbing your nose before your eyes widened at the sight of your boyfriend.

“i win, right?”

you opened your mouth to protest, quickly being cut off by him gripping your chin. his hold was gentle but the look in his eyes was anything but. “l-link?” he wore a twisted little grin, as if he’d just caught his first meal in days.

“so we’re doing this my way. i’ll still give you one choice. do you want it here, or do you want me to chase you back home?” your knees buckled at his words, your mind reeling. you couldn’t even begin to speak, sputtering out nothing but nonsense. wild huffed, grabbing your wrists and pinning you face first to the nearest tree. he pinned your arms on the side of you and spoke, “don’t move.” you nodded hastily.

“you know you look really cute when you run? it was hard not to take you right there. the wait was worth it, though,” he grinned. his fingers traced your spine, his hunger only growing as he watched you shiver.

wild placed a hand over your eyes and started trailing love bites down your neck. you whined. the bites felt hard enough to leave marks, yet you could still tell he was holding back. you pushed your ass back against him, trying to rile him up.

your boyfriend growled, suddenly biting down harshly on your neck. you whimpered loudly as your arms twitched with the need to move, which didn't go unnoticed.

"look at you, still trying to be a good pet. ah, its a little late though. you've already pushed me to my limit," he snarled, landing a smack to your ass. he watched the flesh jiggle, humming contentedly. without warning, your bottoms were ripped from you and thrown to the ground. the roles were now swapped, wild on his knees before you- well, behind you.

you felt him part your folds with his thumbs, watching your sex drip with arousal. you squealed at your sudden nudity, arms reaching back to grab him. he quickly put a stop to that, grabbing both wrists in one hand. "on the tree. don't interrupt me."

you obeyed his orders, bringing your arms back to yourself and placing them on the tree. once he was satisfied with your position, he gave no warning before licking a long stripe up your cunt. you moaned shakily, the pleasure between your legs making you tremble. wild hummed, tongue swiping across your clit at a rapid pace.

he ate you like a man starved, your position not allowing you any room to squirm. you moaned his name over and over, and it only seemed to make him more ravenous. a mix of spit and slick dripped down his chin while his nails dug into your thighs. he'd been waiting for this for far too long. "l-link, im gonna- keep going, please!"

your boyfriend wasn't listening to your whines, tongue fucking you until your eyes crossed. he was doing this for him.

only a couple moments later did you gush all over his face, legs shaking in his grasp. wild didn't stop even when you whimpered for him to slow down. he made sure you were licked clean before pulling away from your cunt.

"b-babe what- oh!"

you weren't sure when he undid his belt, but you felt the head of his cock push against your folds.

"you always taste fucking amazing. be sure to give me another taste later," he whispered in your ear. his buttercup blonde hair tickled your shoulder as he leaned over you. "that wasn't loud enough for me, though. maybe i just need to be a little rougher, then you'll scream for me right?"

without another word, he pushed his cock into your cunt making your eyes roll back into your head. it took no time for you to adjust to his size, and he took no time in starting up a mean pace. the sound of his hips slamming into yours rang in your ears, every pleasurable thrusts making your head spin. one hand left your hips to grab your hair, tugging slightly. you winced, the pain sending heat right to your cunt.

"oh, you like that? squeezing me so hard— so cute, baby, thinking you could beat me," he groaned. you could only respond with loud moans, your brain turned to mush. "sound so pretty, gonna cum?" you nodded frantically in response, begging for him to keep going. he watched your cunt suck him in, your ass jiggling with every mean thrust.

"p-please, feels good!" your words slurred together, drool beginning to drip from your chin. it was too much and yet you wanted more. he was hitting your g spot with every thrust, his balls slapped against your clit, and you couldn't imagine a better way for this game of yours to end. you heard him snarl before he picked up his pace.

"f-fuck! 'm my god yes!" a few more thrusts and you were spasming in between him and the tree. wild stopped his movements, relishing in the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him. he chucked to himself as he watched you writhe. he suddenly frowned, realizing he hadn't been able to see your face when you came. oh, well. he'll just make you cum again.

wild pulled out, turning you around and staring you in the eyes. he then watched as your chest rose and fell, mouth hung open as you tried to catch your breath. the ferocity that was temporarily sated was now rising again.

you yelped in surprise when he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. your back rested against the tree as you furrowed your brows in confusion. "b-babe?"

"you're so gorgeous. how many times do you think i could fuck you til your legs gave out?" he questioned casually, a dark smile on his face. your legs clenched against him, hands coming to rest on his shoulders while he held you up by your thighs. you swallowed thickly, unable to answer. "hm? three? four? or more than that? well, i guess we'll see..."

wild never broke eye contact as he slipped his cock back into you, not even giving you a moment before fucking you at a savage pace. your back arched against the tree as you squirmed in his grasp. he pounded himself deeper into your cunt, his growls getting louder and your vision beginning to turn white. he was too much, fucking you so mercilessly and yet you couldn't bring yourself to want to stop. is this what he meant? he thought you wouldn't like this?

"l-link!"

"hm?" he answered, never faltering in his pace.

"harder!" your boyfriend's eyes widened slightly in surprise before he huffed in disbelief. you just continued to surprise him. he adjusted his grip on your thighs, leaning in so that you two were nose to nose.

"i've always wanted to see how much you could take."

#kore.writes #star.anon #link x reader smut #link x reader #loz x reader smut #loz x reader #legend of zelda x reader smut #loz smut #link smut

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hobies-princealbert · 1 year ago

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Hi!! Omg i wanna say ur hc’s and fics are sooo good whaaat pls pat urself on the back bc u ate that!!!? I really enjoyed your fontaine bf hcs but i was wondering if u could do some nsfw bf hcs for him. Hes just so 😫😫😫😫

awwww yall go make me blush. thank you very much though it's means alot that to you enjoy my works.

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"taine, you a down bad munch" | fontaine x reader (nsfw)

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♡ fontaine is versatile when it comes to sex. whatever you want, as long as he's down he'll do it. can be rough as hell if you want. he's talking hand prints on your ass, running mascara, bruised hips, raspy screams. all you gotta do is give him the go ahead.

♡ can also be very sappy when you need him to be. not candle light and rose petals sappy. but he'll hold your hand, kiss your wrists, rub your back, just anything you need to get you closer to release. he'll do it. after all, he's here's to make his girl feel good, and he wouldn't be able to get a good night's sleep knowing you weren't at least shedding a couple tears by the time he's done.

♡ he loves to talk his shit. if your shy and don't say much, don't worry he'll get a couple words outta you. he's a big tease too, and will edge you for hours just for you to say one word. he wants you confident enough to ask for what you want, and what you don't want from him. he really does prioritize communication alot.

♡ if you already love to talk your shit, he'll be putty in your hands. loves someone who can boss him around every now and then. tell him where to touch and how to touch, he'll adore you.

♡ loves when you get really soft on him. stroke his cheek, kiss all over his face, even tell him you love him. hell, it's enough to make a nigga blush.

♡ loves car sex. will pull into an alleyway, day or night, and have your heels digging into his dash board. it's a tight space, little to no distractions, and semi public, all the things that gets his motor going (pun intended).

♡ a veteran munch. and he's gangsta enough to admit it. and if someone call him corny, he'll just laugh. cuz he knows a nigga that can't get pussy ain't running his mouth about it. you loveee his munch tendencies, even when he gets the itch at the most inopportune times.

you opened the door to your apartment, just to see taine standing in the hallway. you stare at him confused for a bit, cause wtf. "taine? what the hell you doin' here, it's almos' one in the damn morning?"

"i texted you earlier sayin' 'm comin' over, didn't i?" he did. but that was earlier in the day. once it passed 10pm you thought he got caught up with something, so you took your ass to bed. but you should've known better, taine always keeps his word.

not even giving you time to cuss his ass out, a pair of familiar hands grabbed at your waist, and lifted you off the ground. he kicked the door close, placed you on the nearest soft surface he could find. as you felt your legs being lifted onto his shoulders, you knew exactly why he was here now.

"taine, you a down bad munch" you smirked as he grumbles how tight these damn shorts are, as he desperately tries to get them off.

"yea yea talk all the shi' you wan'. hope you can stil' talk all that' shi' by the time I'm done"

♡ fucking panty thief. what can he say he has a thing for keeping souvenirs, especially if it was a good fuck. he has no shame with it. will slide them down your legs while he's getting dressed, and just stuffs them into his back pocket. and he don't wanna hear it. not like you can protest anyways, you're too fucked out to agrue with him.

♡ loves loves loves when you leave marks on him. the man has a possession kink, that's for sure. bite marks on his shoulders, hickeys on his neck and scratches all over his forearms and back. the man wears them like a badge on honor. And if anyone asks, he grows the most shit eating grin and tell em his girl left him some keepsakes.

♡ and speaking of possessive. if you're in a situationship with this man, or yall haven't cuffed each other yet, either way don't you even think about dealing with another nigga. taine would never be able to tolerate the idea of another dick drilling into your cunt. as far as he's concerned, he's the only one who knows how to make you feel good. good enough to make a blabbering, shaking mess of yourself.

♡ is his girl that greedy that he alone can't satisfy her? well shit, guess he gonna have to convince you other wise. cause to him, with way your cunt clenches around him, she knows he's the only one for you. but it's like your brain hasn't got the memo yet. don't worry he'll fix it.

(and if he ever found that man you fucking with, guess he's breaking another pair of legs. he doesn't like sharing. at all. just the idea pisses him off already.)

♡ his aftercare is decent. he's not to be overly affectionate post nut. he doesn't mind a nice cuddle session though. and he's sweet enough to remember to carry you to the bathroom, so you can pee.

"want some water? sure thing ma"

"hungry? what ya feeling for baby, want me to order take out or sumthin'?"

♡ he'll even have a warm, damp towel on hand to wipe you down, if you want him to.

#fontaine x reader #they cloned tyrone #fontaine x black reader #fontaine they cloned tyrone #this is the most ive ever gone into detail on this man #damn #i hope i didnt make him do too mucn since taine is a simple ass man at best #☆° via writes °☆

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tilvcei · 2 years ago

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► 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 PT.2

⭢ In which: you are in need of surgery after getting injured but tensions grow when everyone grows suspicious of ethan, you don’t believe it’s him but your boyfriend does. and now nobody trusts him except for you.

☆ | warning(s): language, swearing,

☆ | note: part two, yay! I plan to make a part 3 but just need to put together an idea for the ending. also I don’t really know where this is going— I just might make a scream fan-fiction up here :O

☆ | gender: they/them (reader)

☆ | REMINDER: mandy is NOT apart of the scream franchise, he is just an add in and a oc of mines. this is just fiction and wrote for fun, don’t take this seriously.

☆ | key: (m/n) means mother’s name or mom’s name, whichever you prefer. and (l/n) means last name.

Tagging 🏷: @nellyboosworld @l5byrinth @fanboyluvr @kittyamore0 @ncllcraines @briefwinnerpersonaturtle @elliotss

It was now morning, everyone was getting patched up by the EMT’s, your injury was the worst since it was close to the liver. that had to have been an accident— what are you thinking? no it wasn’t.

Mandy had to get his wrist patched up as well, he had a tired look in his eyes. he didn’t get much sleep yesterday since he had to explain the whole situation that happened in the apartment, but his main concern was you.

You tried getting up but only got scolded by tara when you tried to. but of course, you didn’t listen. you sat at the edge of an ambulance, mandy standing next to you.

Ethan then appeared at the scene, his eyes glanced over at mandy briefly before turning to Chad.

Chad scoffed and was about to make his way towards Ethan but mandy stopped him, shaking his head. Chad clenched his jaw and crossed his arms.

"Holy shi..what happened?" Ethan asked, Mandy made his way towards him and shoved Ethan by the shoulders a bit roughly.

"Woah, Mandy chill—" before Ethan could finish Mandy kicked him in the leg, "Where were you?!" Mandy asked,

You watched with concern, you remember ethan saying he had econ. so he had to have been there, right?

"I was at econ, you know this!" Ethan answered, "No, cause it’s mad suspicious you left right before we got attacked." Mandy continued.

"You reminded me, remember?!" Ethan was the one who yelled this time, Mandy clenched his fist, enraged.

"BUT YOU FUCKING KNEW YOU HAD ECON. YOU KNEW THE EXACT TIME. SO I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE ANYMORE." Mandy yelled, Sam noticed this and got in-between the two.

"Mandy, you have to believe me, I was at econ!" Ethan said, "And I was at study hall. you can ask the million of people that were there with me!"

"Alright enough you two. we don’t need this right now, okay?" Sam said, she looked at both Mandy and Ethan, nothing was going well at all.

Ethan placed his hand on Mandy’s arm but Mandy slapped it away, "don’t fucking touch me." he said before walking away from ethan and towards you.

Sam didn’t say anything to ethan and made her way back to tara, he noticed you sitting at the edge of the ambulance, looking down at your hands.

You looked up and locked eyes with him, a look of regret crossed his eyes and he didn’t dare look at you.

Why did he look away? maybe he felt guilty he wasn’t there. but it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t know.

"Ethan..?" you appeared by his side and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I know you were at econ. Mandy…he’s just stressed. we’ve been through this before so that’s why he’s like that. he just can’t seem to trust anyone who’s new to our group." you stated.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, "I’m…apart of the group? you- you think so?" he questioned, and there you go again, giving him that adorable stare.

"What, why wouldn’t I? of course I do. regardless of what anyone says, you’ve earned my trust and I do think your part of the group." you said, Ethan eyes widened.

It was quiet for a minute, but he broke out of his trance, "Did I say something wrong..?" you asked.

"Oh- no! uhm, I just want to say thank you. because you believe me. I’ve always tried to gain mandy’s trust but I just for some reason can’t. does he hate me or something? I’m not usually stuck up on things like this. trust me, I’m not. It’s just bothering me." Ethan explained.

then his eyes landed to your injured side, you winced and covered the bleeding spot.

"What the hell happened?" Ethan asked, you shrugged, "I got attacked but if you want a fun and hilarious fact: I kicked some ass." you said jokingly with a smirk.

Ethan had a serious look on his face though, "I know that part. but I didn’t know you got hurt. did they—" before he could finish you cut him off.

"Have to do surgery? yeah. I saw my life flash before my eyes, which was unfortunate. but that’s how it is in this movie, you either kill or be killed. and we chose to run, we’re always running." you said while rubbing a tired hand over your face.

Mandy eyed ethan closely, it wasn’t like he had a grudge against him or anything, he just didn’t know what it was. he couldn’t place his finger on it— but something felt off about him.

"But I’m fine now. but are you okay?" you asked, "Yep. uh, I should get going now-" ethan said and was about to walk away until you gripped him by the wrist.

"C’mon ethan. cause of what mandy said? he was just upset. I know he didn’t mean it. I know him. and I can get to know you if you just stay." you said, ethan felt his whole body stiffen from your warm and comforting touch.

You don’t know what you just did. and oh god was he happy that you said that. now you just let him in basically. you can’t take this back now.

"That’s what I plan to do." he replied, you gave him a small hug before making your way over to Mandy.

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"I don’t know about you guys, but how can you all casually just walk in a scream franchise museum after literally getting attacked by ghostface themself?" you said, you were holding Mandy’s hand while eyeing the museum.

"We’re just invincible I guess." Mindy joked, Mandy pushed her by the shoulder playfully. you noticed ethan was behind a bit.

Even though he wanted to talk to you at this moment and confess his feelings, he’d know he’ll have a chance soon.

Just get mandy out the way first, cause somehow he knows too much and is beginning to catch on quicker than he thought.

"Does anyone know what’s the first robe for? like, is it for someone else we didn’t know about or…?" Chad questioned, staring up at the large glass that was protecting the robe.

"Who was the first ghostface? I mean, billy and Stu didn’t plan that whole thing by themselves, they couldn’t have." Tara added.

"Right, uh, you wanna tell them?" Mandy asked, turning to you. everyone had their focus on you this time, this was going to be revealed sooner or later.

You just didn’t think it’d be this soon.

"That’s my mom’s." you said, you could see the shocked look on everyone’s faces, "so is that why-" Sam was cut off by you.

"Why I keep getting bullied or called names? yeah. supposedly I’m just like her. but trust me, I will never be a damn killer. never." you said, Mandy turned to Ethan who didn’t seem the least bit shocked at all.

You paid attention to the mask, if only you could ask her why she murdered people and hurt them. just why. what was her reason? why did she help plan that? that’s why she was never in the picture. every family photo there was? you made sure to throw in the trash.

"in [year] she had me, I thought everything was normal. we’d just be a normal family, but I didn’t know she was my mom until—" tara cut you off with a frown, "before she died..?" she said, you nodded with a shrug.

"Yeah. I still attended the funeral but I was young. what was I going to say? I’m a son/daughter of a killer. everyone is gonna relate me to her. of course they are. nobody in this world is different, they’re all the same." you stated.

Tara gave you a hug, "well, we’re here for you now. you’re not (m/n)’s you’re (Y/n) (l/n)." she said, you hugged her back and then pulled away.

"So, what do we do now?" you asked, Mandy turned to you, "I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I really wanna go to sleep." he said with a yawn.

"I mean, you can go. I’ll be with the others." You said, then you heard someone snap their fingers in your direction.

"No, no, nuh-uh. we stick together because when we spilt up that’s how everyone dies." Chad said, you and mandy laughed.

"Alright alpha man, we’re coming." Mandy replied, chad nodded and followed the others deeper inside the museum.

Then there was just you, mandy, and ethan. oh, he was here too? awkward. like, very.

"Hey, uh, ethan? can me and mandy talk alone by any chance? I don’t want to sound rude—" ethan walked away before you could finish, muttering something under his breath.

"I was leaving anyways." he sounded upset. Mandy watched ethan leave, he turned to you.

That’s when it clicked, "Does he like you?" Mandy asked, you were shocked by the question but answered anyways.

"I don’t think so. why would he? there’s plenty of other fish in the sea." you said and grabbed mandy’s hands.

"plus, I chose you. why would I go for somebody else?" you said with a chuckle.

Mandy playfully rolled his eyes, "I know how lucky I am. it’s just the dude gives off weird vibes. adding to that; he’s a virgin so of course he’s gonna eye you." he said.

You placed a kiss on his cheek then his lips, "So what? he’s cool, I like him. he’s part of the group cause I said so. and be nice. moving on: we better go meet up with the others." you said.

Mandy groaned, "fine." he replied and followed you while holding your hand, but what you didn’t notice was—

Ethan overheard the whole conversation. he just wanted mandy gone for good, he just wished it was you kissing him on the lips not Mandy.

Part 3 will be released soon! for now enjoy this :)

#xreader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream vi #scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #scream

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greenlightbulbonawire · 4 months ago

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Misfits (yeah like the Arcane song)

XLV.

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Summary: From the dark musty cell of Stillwater all the way to the very base of Firelights, but where to from there? Guess you'll just have to let fate lead you.

Author's note: Here's another chapter for yall, Also, props to anyone who actually made it to this chapter and waits for me to post more. It's still crazy to me that actuall people are reading my work T-T. Love you and hope you have a good day!! (also i didnt proof read this so if theres any spelling mistakes and shi lmk and im sorry in advance lol)

previous chapter: Fourty fourth chapter

next chapter: Fourty sixth chapter

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Your eyes peeled open as the dawn of the day came, at first you were slightly confused as to where you were and then you remembered. You looked around, taking in Ekko’s empty room when something wriggled behind you. The boy's hands were snug around your waist and you felt his forehead against your back. Red slowly found its way onto your cheeks again and you could only hope that he was still asleep and wouldn't wake up as you carefully detached his arms from your body. You quietly got up and picked up your hoverboard, the first sun rays of the day started seeping into his room through a small window on the sleeping boy's door. It creaked as you opened it and you froze up, turning your head to look at his unconscious body, but he stayed asleep.

When you finally left his room and silently walked to the edge of his balcony, you swung your legs over it and started up your device, hopping on it and flying towards the entrance to the hideout. You had a certain destination in mind, but before you could go there, you had to go buy something, oh right, money, okay, let's head back to your room and take it maybe, that’d be great. Changing into your usual working outfit wasn’t in the question right now, as it was dirtied up from the junkyard, so even your beloved cloak was unusable at that moment. You grabbed the money and the dirty clothes, stopping by a washing room before you left. The cold stone pressed against your body was enough to fully wake you up and you pushed at it with all your might, until finally it gave in and moved away, creating a small gap for you to slip through into the sewer system, surrounding the Firelights’ hideout.

THe low hum coming off the machine and its weak neon green glow filled the empty tunnels while you took a familiar route. You shot up through a grate hole, its cover kicked away by you some time ago and laying a few paces away. The device shot up as you hopped off and fell into your arms, you had to carry it this time, your cloak being left in the washing room, but compared to the metal piece from yesterday, it was nothing. You left the little dead alleyway and walked into a bigger, more alive street, searching for a food stand. It took a little while but you finally spotted one and quickly made your way over. A smile painted your lips as you spotted a wooden box full of a particularly sweet fruit. You reached into the box to pull out one, but your hand was slapped away by an older man with orange curly hair.

“You want something, you pay for it.” The man stated and folded his arms, giving you a skeptical look, and then a familiar voice echoed from the back of the stand. “A customer?” “Felix?” “[Reader]? Oh it is you! Hi!” The boy came forward and turned to the older man and then he turned to you again. “I see you’ve met my dad.” He chuckled and shook his head, the older man sighed and retrieved into an opened door of the building the stand was built against while mumbling something to himself. “That’s your dad?” “Yeah man, don’t mind him, he’s just wary, that’s all.” “Oh no, it’s fine, I get it, but if you’ll forgive me, I’m in a little hurry, I just wanted to buy two of these.” You pointed to the box you were eyeing a few seconds ago. Felix nodded and reached over the counter of the stand, grabbing a pair of the fruit, throwing them into a paper bag and handing them to you. You paid for them and got on your way again.

It wasn’t long until you reached your desired destination, an empty street, filled with dust and remnants of past life, at night illuminated by a big billboard and its white light. You got greeted by a loud shriek and a dark smudge slamming into you, pushing you off your hoverboard and onto the ground as it licked your face with its split tongue. “Fae! Stop that!” Any attempts at fighting back were absolutely useless and all you could do was wait until your pet salamander was done with greeting you. Fae finally stepped off your body and ran in circles around you, making little happy sounds. “I know, I know, you missed me, I missed you too.” Your arm disappeared into the paper bag and pulled out the fruit, dangling it in the air until Fae noticed it. She stopped running around and tilted her head.

“Can you sit Fae?” You asked her and she sat down politely, wrapping her tail around her legs. “That’s a good girl! Come here!” The salamander broke into a little run and you threw the fruit in the air, she leaped and caught it with her mouth, letting out a murrow, seemingly pleased with herself. You sat down onto the ground and pulled out the second fruit, beginning to eat it as Fae slowly lied down next to you, as if you two were sharing a meal. She finished her piece in a few swift bites, obviously, she was like three times your size at the end of the day, and looked at you with puppy eyes, begging for more. You rolled your eyes and chuckled softly, taking one last bite and giving the rest to her.

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lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit · 2 years ago

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I have a craving for a oneshot on the rocks, with a hint harsh, a drip of tagic, a taste of spice, and an after taste as sweet a sugar.

For flavoring, I was thinking about of a Nicodeme "Nico" Savory or a Mordecai Heller, which ever the Bardtender think's will taste better.

Two characters, two authors! Enjoy your flavourful drinks. (Just make sure you have a designated driver to take you home, since this is gonna be a Hell of an experience. Maybe you should sit down. No passing out in my bar!) -mod Ille

At last, my bilingual ass has been summoned for something! -mod Iphie

(CW for semi-descriptive headshot, a nasty gash to the arm and implied character death)

Mordecai’s head pounded from the blow against the brick wall. The cat who had roughly shoved him there was now practically headless, their skull shattered from a point-blank side-of-the-head shot.

Y/N was panting slightly as they both eyed the corpse. Mordecai taking off his glasses to clean the blood splatters off the lenses snapped their attention towards him and relief flooded their eyes. “Thank god, you’re okay…”

“‘Okay’ is subjective,” Mordecai grumbled, not at all surprised when a curious hand came down with blood when he checked the back of his head. “I may require medical assistance.”

“Shit. Let me see?”

On a normal day, he would have objected. He would’ve shied away from his partner’s touch and insisted that they merely get going in case the bloodthirsty felines they had the unfortunate luck of working with killed the cat they were tasked with questioning. This time, however, he reluctantly yet obediently turned around.

Y/N carefully moved his pinned ears up, mumbling an apology as they knew he didn’t like them getting touched. “It doesn’t look like much,” they said after a moment. “I think your fur’s picked up the worst of it. Once you get cleaned up you can probably get a better idea of what to do with it. Does your brain hurt?”

Mordecai shook his head slowly. It didn’t feel like anything got knocked loose, nor did his brain loudly object by spinning or pounding. “No.”

“No headache, no…?”

“Nothing, I appear to be fine.”

Y/N didn’t respond to that, instead moving around Mordecai to check his eyes. They visibly relaxed when they made eye contact. “You’re fine. Your eyes are clear. You’ve got a thick head, Morde.”

Mordecai rolled his eyes in response. Y/N snickered and held a blood-soaked hand out to him as gunshots started up again somewhere a little ways away from their alleyway.

“C’mon,” they whispered. “I think the twins are having too much fun without us.”

Mordecai pointedly stared at their hand. Y/N got the hint after a moment and wiped it off onto their pant leg as much as they could. When it was more or less clean, he finally slipped his hand into theirs and led them towards the sounds of violence.

Needless to say, the Savoys were having far more of a ball than Mordecai and Y/N did. Neither of them knew what it was about the situation that had made them so feral—what it was about their job in general—but it was to be expected that when a bit of firepower needed to be fired, there would be no survivors.

The particularly unlucky spot they had got themselves in involving not only an interrogation gone wrong, but a rival gang and couple of passing cops too.

No, the Savoys were not professional or clean in their line of work, but Mordecai had to admit they were definitely quick and effective.

By the time they turned the alleyway corner, the last shots had been fired and there were no more disturbances to be seen—or to deal with. Before long, raucous laughter replaced the blazing gunfire.

Serafine heaved Boudreaux onto her shoulder and wiped the sweat from her brow. "Seems like that's the last of 'em," she sighed, kicking one of the surrounding corpse with the steel toe of her boot. "They really thought pistols and glass could come up against us!"

"The source?"

"Dead."

"And the other intruders?"

"All dead, of course."

"And the cops?"

Serafine gave him a look. "What do you think? We're not that stupid, cher."

"What about the cargo?" Mordecai pressed, wiping the back of his bleeding hand on his trenchcoat.

"'S all here," Nico chuckled, patting the crate hidden behind a couple of bins. "Secure and ready to go, chief."

Mordecai glanced at it. His frown only soured. To think that all of this—the red stained cobbles, the spent and expensive ammunition, even the new scar he sustained to the back of his hand—was for one small box. Mr Sweet must have been incredibly eager to get his hands on whatever was inside, at the detriment of his staff.

Mordecai only hoped it was worth it.

He had been wondering that a lot ever since he joined the Marigold bandits. Lackadaisy runs had been just as messy, but at least they weren't for as senseless a cause as this one.

A sudden gasp from Y/N brought him back to the rest of his team.

"Nico, your arm!"

Mordecai's paled when he finally clocked on to what they meant. A long, deep gnash tore down the Savoy brother's left arm, the jagged wound so deep it was almost black in the low light of the alley. Blood smeared every inch of his fur and then some, staining his front and even his cheek. The glass shard used to perform the deed was still wedged inside, worryingly close to his wrist.

Even Serafine took a step back, the bloodlust in her eyes cast aside immediately.

Only Nico was calm.

He looked down and yanked out the glass, then rolled his shoulder back to inspect the damage. He shrugged.

"I've had worse," he laughed.

Mordecai knew a lie when he heard one, and when he saw that Nico's brave face was slipping by the second. Dark chuckles of dismissal lost assurance and volume until they were barely heard at all. Bright amber eyes lost focus and eyelids sagged.

He collapsed.

Serafine rushed to catch her twin, carefully laying him down on the ground. She squeezed his uninjured hand as Y/N--who was evidently playing medic today--dropped to their knees on his other side and took their claws to the coat they were wearing.

"He's bleeding a lot," they muttered fearfully, talking more to themself than anything. "We might need to take him to a hospital."

"No."

Their ears flicked as Mordecai brought them back to the present. They looked back at him. "Mordecai, this is more than I can handle. If we don't get him to the—"

"How will you explain the injury?"

"It's none of their business." There was a hard edge to Serafine's voice. "Eider he goes, or I kill you both when 'e dies."

Mordecai made his way over to Y/N and knelt down beside them. Blood was still flowing from the wound in a steady stream, it easily soaking through the coat fabric Y/N painstakingly wrapped around Nico's arm as a bandage.

"He will either bleed out before we get to the hospital," he started, straightening up again. "Or he will seizure and pass on anyway. There is no—"

Serafine lunged. Y/N grabbed her shoulders before claws met fur. "Serafine, don't! Don't. I will do what I can to keep him stable. You stay with him."

The queen was out for blood again, her ears pinned back almost flat against her skull and her tail fluffed out. Still, she relented; ever so slowly returning to crouching by Nico's side and taking his hand again. Y/N was probably one of the few felines that could talk her down from bloodthirsty to benevolent.

Mordecai stood back again as Y/N went to work, putting pressure on the wound and mumbling to themself. Serafine appeared to have gone inside herself as she held Nico's free hand in one and stroked his head with the other.

"T'es un salaud si tu penses que j'vais te laisser crever comme ça," she muttered.

Nico's chuckle was far too light for the situation. "Et toi, t'es toujours aussi têtue qu'au couvent," he teased weakly. "Y a des choses qui ne changent jamais, hein?"

"J'suis ta sœur. Je reste ici."

"En tant que ton frère, je dis que non. Les flics peuvent arriver d'un moment à l'autre."

"T'as pas le choix, mon cher."

She gripped his hand tighter, for the last time.

When his breathing started to become shallow and Y/N's canines appeared over their bottom lip, Mordecai predicted the end result.

They looked at Serafine mumbling what Mordecai presume to be a prayer before turning to him, their E/C eyes worried. An unspoken question hung between them. "What do I say to her?"

Serafine and Nicodeme were inseparable. Where one was, the other was hardly ever far behind. From what Mordecai could tell they had been that way since they were children.

There would be no easy way to pull Serafine away from her twin brother.

Y/N reached across Nico to put their hand on top of the twins' own. Serafine's head snapped up to meet their eyes. They swallowed hard before speaking. "Serafine..."

"I know."

"You don't have to stay here. If you don't want to see him—"

She shook her head, cutting them off. "I'm staying here. You leave, bring him—" She shot Mordecai a dirty glare. "—too. I don't want to see his face again. Not after his idiotic interrogation went wrong and caused this. I'll deal with him later."

"But—"

"Go."

Y/N nodded and carefully stood up, reluctantly taking their hands off Nico's arm. Serafine stroked his head again as they made their way over to Mordecai.

Their voice cracked when they spoke. "She wants us to leave."

"So I overheard."

"She's not happy."

"I heard that too."

"Mordecai, I swear to god, if you start being snarky when her brother is fucking—"

He cut them off by abruptly turning and walking away. They rushed to catch up to him, their fur bristling.

The walk between the two back to the car was silent. Y/N was oddly quiet, their eyes hard and footsteps quick. It wasn't until Mordecai reached for the driver's side door that they broke the spell. "Uh-uh, you're not driving."

Mordecai turned to them. "Excuse me?"

"You took a nasty hit to the head." Y/N wouldn't meet his eyes as they pulled his hand away from the door handle. "Even if you don't have a concussion, I don't want you driving. The motion might aggravate things and—"

"Y/N."

"—then it'll be you in the hospital and I'll have to explain that anyway and—"

"Y/N L/N."

"—then Mister Sweet is going to want answers and—"

Y/N squeaked when Mordecai grabbed their shoulders and shoved them against the car. E/C eyes finally met green ones as they stumbled over their words to silence.

"Enough." Mordecai dusted off their shoulders, and then his own paws, before standing up straight again. "We will be fine without him. She will likely be more of a savage than usual, but we will deal with that. Asa Sweet will be my responsibility to deal with, not yours."

He definitely did not want to think of the funeral, if at all. He didn't know what was sadder: the thought of it happening in the first place, or the fact that he'd likely not get one at all.

At his core, Nico was just another disposable part of the Marigold workforce. Mordecai had to get it into his head himself and stop wallowing over it all. He would need to try and get Y/N to do so as well. He could see tears well up in their eyes.

Crying never helped anyone or anything. It certainly wouldn't now, not unless they were made of magical medicine that could cure all ailments.

But as luck would have it, they were not.

That was where unprofessionalism like the Savoys got people in this business. They'd take it as a warning.

A warning that stung, but a warning to be sure. The thought of such a strong, seemingly unbeatable fighter dying in an alley, in dirt, in disgrace, made his fur bristle.

Mordecai still couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't a little his own fault, somewhere down the line.

He probably wouldn't admit it even if it was.

Y/N's ears moved back and forth, either registering his words or listening for something. They looked over both of his shoulders and back over their own. Mordecai strained his own ears to listen to, so their next words made him (embarrassingly) flinch.

"Can I hug you?"

"What? Yes. Wait, no-"

Too late. Y/N practically threw themself at him, crushing him into a hug so tight it felt like he was about to be suplexed. His hiss of displeasure went unnoticed by them, up until he awkwardly patted their head; then they abruptly let go and backed up so quickly they slammed against the car and bumped their head.

The irony wasn't lost on Mordecai as Y/N growled and rubbed the back of their head. They shot him a look when they noticed the small smile on his muzzle.

"Don't say it."

"Do you require medical assistance?"

[French Translations:

"If you think I'm gonna leave you here alone to die, you're a bastard."

"And you're still as stubborn as you were back at the convent. Some things never change, eh?"

"I'm your sister. I'm staying here."

"And as your brother, I say no. The cops could arrive at any moment."

"You don't have much of a choice in the matter, my dear."]

#🖋 mod ille #🦉mod iphiko #Oneshot on the Rocks #Lackadaisy #Mordecai Heller #Nicodeme Savoy #Serafine Savoy #oneshot #tw character death

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weirdbeancurd · 10 months ago

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Not so Scary- An ATSV Tickle Fic

Michelle is my OC who is basically a more upbeat version of miguel from another universe. They have a sibling relationship and love bothering each other lol.

@cantsaythetword I finished the fic yippee

I took a small break to work on an article, but I realized it's gonna take a LONG time, so I'm still gonna be writing other stuff in between. We out here multitasking lol

Michelle sighs fondly from the sidelines, amused with Miguel and Miles antics. The two have been getting along better lately, but it was clear the kid still had his qualms with her "brother," which was more than fair. He could be intimidating, sure, but he's a kind person at heart. Anyone could tell that he has a fondness for children, especially the arachkids, as they called themselves. Man, if only there was a way to show him Miguel's just a big 'ol softie, she thinks. Her attention is pulled back to the present as Miles shies away from Miguel's touch, thinking he was about to subject him to another round of tickles. Suddenly, an idea pops into her head. A mischievous smile forms, resembling the one worn on her mask. Oho, this is gonna be good.

Michelle makes her way over to the two boys, who are still too focused on their own conversation to notice her approaching.

"So, you two having fun? I didn't think you were one for horsing around, Miguel."

Said man looks away abashedly, a slight blush spreading across his face.

"Aw, don't be like that. I was just messing with you." She playfully punches his shoulder and turns to Miles. "Hey little man, wanna see how it's really done?" The boy's eyes light up with excitement.

"Uh, yeah! I wanna see Miguel get knocked down a peg for once. No offense. Sir."

"None taken, but don't be too sure she'll win this match."

"Nah, Miles knows what's up. Come on Mig, don't hold back on me now." Michelle stalks over to the sparring grounds, Miguel in tow.

"Only if you don't either," he replies.

Miles watches as the two circle each other like sharks, posture predatory in nature. His heart thuds in his chest from anticipation; it wasn't often that he got to see some of the top spider society members in an everything-goes type of match. Michelle huffs, narrowing her eyes.

"Wasn't planning to; you look like you need a good whack upside the head."

Somehow, Miles senses him rolling his eyes even with the mask on. Their circling stops, sizing each other up and looking for weaknesses. A tense moment passes where neither dares to breathe. Suddenly, Michelle pounces, making the first move.

Miguel easily evades the attack and counters with a kick aimed at her turned back. His shin meets the back of her forearm, stopping any damage from occuring. Still crouched, she sweeps his legs in one swift motion, knocking him to the ground. Michelle aims a punch at Miguel, only for him to roll out of the way at the last second and strike her in the shoulder.

"Kick his ass, Michelle!"

"Language!" They both shout.

He watches as they exchange a flurry of kicks, punches and claw swipes that are effortlessly blocked by the other. Their fighting styles are very similar (they are the same person after all), but there are a few stark differences. Michelle moves with confident grace, not quite cocky, but sure of herself nonetheless. She weaves in and out of the way like she's dancing to some unknown tune. Miguel fights with the same assuredness, but trades a bit of elegance for unrelenting ferocity. He keeps his head low like he's ready to launch himself at his prey. They're both apex predators, and blood is in the water. The speed at which they trade blows makes Miles' eyebrows raise in awe. Damn, I hope I get that good one day, he thinks.

Michelle, meanwhile, is carefully analyzing her counterpart for an opening that'd let her turn the tide of the battle. She's playing more defensively to give herself time for analysis, something Miguel takes note of.

"I thought this was supposed to be a spar, not just me wailing on you until one of us gets tired."

She side steps a lunge, noticing a falter in his footsteps: an opening.

"Well if it bothers you that much," Michelle says, tackling him to the ground. "I'll stop pulling my punches."

Normally, Miguel would've been able to escape her hold, but she has a couple tricks up her sleeve. Michelle jabs him in the side, causing him to squawk and lose his balance. Hey, he said it himself, tickling isn't cheating.

"Gah! Michelle, what are you-" He crosses his arms over his torso to protect himself. In response, she webs his wrists together and manages to wrangle his arms over his head after a series of distracting pokes to the ribs. Michelle halts his defiance with a couple more well-placed webs. He attempts to scooch away from his assailant, but only succeeds in shifting to a more vulnerable position, his arms folded behind his head like he's lounging at the beach. By the end of it, his face is flushed from the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

Miles looks on with amused curiosity. He sees the crooked smile her prodding provokes and puts two and two together. No way, is he-

Michelle pinches at his ribs, pulling a string of giggles from his throat. Miguel's face is turned away, likely to hide his embarrassment. Oh my god he actually is. The scary ninja vampire is ticklish.

"See, kid? Migs is just one big, ticklish teddy be-"

"Dios mios, shuhut uhup." She glares at him, squeezing his hips rapidly. He cackles and scuffs his heels across the floor, feet failing to find purchase on the slippery sparring mat.

"What was that, Miguel? I couldn't hear you over all your laughing. Maybe you should tap out."

"Oho, screw yoHOhou!"

Miles has to admit, the infamous spiderman 2099 looks a lot less intimidating when he's giggling and squirming on the floor like a worm. It's hard to believe that this is the same man who hunted him down on all fours just a year ago. He's torn from his thoughts by a shriek piercing the air. His eyes settle on the sight of his boss desperately thrashing around. Michelle is skittering her claws over his stomach, which is an apparent weak spot.

"Gehet ohohoff mE! Wait nOHOHO!" Michelle runs her claws over the soft bit of skin on his lower stomach, watching with a smug grin plastered on her face. After a couple moments, she stills her fingers, giving him a much needed period of respite. After all, he's going to need it for what she's going to do next.

"Now Miles," She turns to the boy, moving to sit between Miguel's legs, facing his feet. "I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. You can make him do pretty much anything you want, including tap out, if you just do this~" Michelle hooks an arm over the bend of his leg. Miguel instantly knows what she's plotting and snaps out of his laughter-induced daze, pleading for his life.

"Waitwaitwaitwait Michelle doHOHON'T! MIERDAHAHAHA!" She mercilessly claws at his thighs, making him wheeze helplessly. He's brought his elbows together, shielding his eyes, but not hiding his grin in the slightest. His fangs now look less like weapons of mass destruction, and more just like an adorable part of his smile.

"Language, Miguel!" Miles teases.

In the chaos, one of his claws manages to slice the webs holding him down, but he still can't escape. She has his leg in a headlock, and the tickling has sapped all his strength. He settles for draping an arm over his eyes and using the other to take turns either pounding the ground or thumping at her back.

"AHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAN'T-"

Sensing that's the closest to a forfeit she's going to get, Michelle releases his leg, letting him curl up on the mat, still giggling. Miles rushes over, giddy from this new discovery.

"Oh, man. No one's gonna believe that the Miguel O'Hara is ticklish. I feel like I've just learned classified information." Michelle grins.

"It is classified information, but you've earned it. Don't think I haven't seen the great work you've been doing on missions." She winks. It's true, Miles was making spectacular progress in terms of combat and stealth skills, quickly climbing the ranks. He beams with pride.

"O-oh. Well, thank-"

"Michelle, you are dead to me," Miguel interrupts.

"Wow, rude. You should be glad I didn't tell him that you can purr."

"You can purr?!"

"N-no! Shut it." He covers his face with his hands, still sprawled out on his back. Suddenly, he turns and points at Michelle, leveling her with a menacing glare.

"You have ten seconds to run."

Her heart sinks. She knows all too well that Miguel is one for revenge. Maybe it was a bad idea to poke the sleeping dragon.

"Uh, Miles, it looks like I gotta dip. I'll see you late-"

"Ten."

A web tacks itself to the back of her suit, pulling her towards Miguel, reeling her in like a fish.

"AH! W-wait, Migs, don't get ahead of yourself, now. We can tahAHAHA-"

Miles chuckles to himself. It's nice to see the more human side of his boss. He certainly seems like less of a monster now that he's seen him let loose, though he's definitely a utterly terrifying tickle monster that he'll need to worry about in the future. But for now, he'll sit back and watch the show.

"Hehehey, you ahahASS! Wait, not tHEHEHERE! MIHIHIG!"

Feel free to give feedback, I love comments and reblogs :0

#astv tickle #astv tickles #Lee!Miguel #Ticklish!Miguel #sfw tk community #tickle fic

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princessconsuela120 · 6 months ago

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❃ FEZCO ❃

Chapter twenty-five: Motion Sickness—❃

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: foul language, everything with teotfw and with euphoria

Authors note: Enjoy guys! All rights reserved to the show the end of the f*cking world. This is the last chapter guys!! Meet Me At Our Spot will be up again soon, thank you guys for reading this wild ride!!

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I don’t know how I knew, I just did. Something didn’t feel right. That’s how I found the phone, with 911 dialed on it.

“I killed him.” I spoke into the phone, walking out with a shotgun pointed at Leslie.

“I killed him. She didn't do anything. Stay where you are. He called 911.” I explained, making Alyssa’s face drop.

“What?”

“Baby? Baby, listen to me. I'm trying to protect you.”

“You fucker!” She shouted, stabbing a knife into his leg as he screamed in pain.

“Police!” An officer said, walking in. She looked kind, I felt bad that we were inevitability going to give her a hard time.

“You actually in the police?” Alyssa asked, making her nod.

“Yes! Can you stop pointing that at me, please?” She asked, making me lower the gun. “An armed unit's on its way. Okay, look. We haven't got long.”

“What is going on?” Alyssa asked, a worri3d look on her fce as she hid behind me.

“I want to help you, all right? Listen.”

“We need to go.” Alyssa said, making the officer infront of us sigh, standing infront of the door.

“No. Can't let you do that. You can't keep running. You can't. It's better that you hand yourselves in now, willingly, to me, and I can help you sort out a manslaughter plea.”

“Please, can you move?” I asked, my voice the weakest its been, seeing as i was extremely terrified of what could happen to us.

“No, you have to stop. Especially you, Fezco. You're 18 now.”

“What?” Alyssa said, turning to me with a sad expression.

“Happy birthday, by the way.”

“What, today? You're eighteenth? Why didn't you say anything? I would've got you a present.”

I shrugged, niot entirely sure what to say. She was the bst present i could have gotten.

“I saw your brother yesterday. He told me about your parents. He showed me the picture of you two.”

Ashtray.

“Is he angry with me?” I asked, knowing the boy tended to get mad when i did dumd stuff.

“No, he's worried. Your mum's worried, too.”

Alyssa rolled her eyes. I could tell she didnt miss her mom, but maybeshe did she just didnt want ti admit to having feelings.

“Yeah, right.” Aluyssa replied sarcastically, causing the officer to sigh.

“She is. Your stepdad's a nasty prick isn't he?”

“Yeah.”

“What'll happen to us if we do what you say?” i asked, making alyssa nod in agreement.

“Nothing too bad. If you let me help you.”

“Yeah, right.” Leslie snorted, making Alyssa turn to him angrily.

“Sorry?”

“Don't lie to them. They'll lock you up and throw away the key.” Leslie explained, making the officer furrow her eyebrows at him.

“Mr. Miller, that's actually not the case.”

“They will. Don't listen to her.”

“You called the police, Leslie!” Alyssa shouted, making Leslie raise his arms on defense. I noticed how she called him Leslie, I knew it hurt her she couldn’t call him dad.

“Whoa! I'm trying to protect you. From him.”

“Oh, really? It wasn't for the reward? How much?” Alyssa raised an eyebrow at him, chewing on her lip nervously as she did. I noticed the little things she did now, that’s what you do when you love someone.

“Look, you didn't kill anybody, did you?”

“He's right.” I said, goddamn he was so right.

“What?”

“I'll go with you. I'll hand myself in.”

LWhat? No way!l Alyssa grabbed onto my arm and I swear my heart left my body.

“Listen, sweetheart, take it from someone who knows. You take after your mum. You have shit taste in men. Take the opportunity to get rid of this one.” She didn’t let him finish, instead kicked his leg hard, causing Leslie to scream in pain. “ Argh! What is wrong with you?”

“You want to know what's wrong with me, yeah?” She asked, letting out an angry huff of air. “You. You are. You don't care about me. You don't give the tiniest shit–“

“Course I care. Of course I give a shit–“

“You shouldn't just make people if you're going to abandon them because they think they've done something wrong their whole lives.” Alyssa cried, holding onto my hand for support.

“Don't give me that victim shit, Alyssa. We can all do that. "I'm anorexic because I was adopted." "I cheat on women because I wasn't breastfed." Everyone has a reason for how they behave.”

“What's yours then?” I asked, glaring at Leslie.

“Huh?”

“Why are you such a prick?”

“I love you so much.” Alyssa said, turning to me with a soft smile. I couldn’t help the blush that crept onto my cheeks.

“You know what? He's right. But I didn't come looking for you. Right? I kept away. I thought it would be best if you forgot all about me.”

“We haven't really got time–“

“Just give me a second. Why did you send me the cards, then? For my birthday. Did you even send them?” Leslie pressed his lips together nervously, making Alyssa mouth drop open. “Oh, my God, was it my mum?”

“She shouldn't have done it. It's really irresponsible.” Leslie hissed, making Alyssa run her hands through her hair.

“I feel like I'm going mad.”

“Hey! To be mad in a deranged–“

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Stop quoting yourself!” She yelled, turning to the officer, her hand still in mine. “Will we go to prison if we hand ourselves in? Or juvenile? Will we?”

“Look, yes, possibly.”

“We wouldn't go to the same place?”

“No, but the thing–“

“No?”

“No.”

Alyssa sighed, grabbing the gun from me.

“I'm sorry.”

And then she knocked her out, and grabbed the keys to the boat, and once again we were running from something.

“Come on, Fezco, we have to go now!”

“Say that I kidnapped you.” I said quickly, turning to Alyssa. I had been hoping to protect her but I know with how stubborn she was it was no use.

“What?”

“Yeah. Tell them that I did it all. Then you'll be Okay. Nothing will happen to you.”

“No. No way. We're going together. Come on!”

This had to have been the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

“I'm sorry.”

“Why?”

So I hit her, and then I ran. I tan faster than I had ever ran in my life. Faster and further, and I kept running until the oxygen in my lungs felt like too much, and even then I still ran.

“What the fuck are you doing? Fezco! No!” Alyssa shouted after me, now being held back by the police who fired shots after me. “No! Get off me!”

I've just turned 18. And I think I understand what people mean to each other.

#fezco x reader #fezco euphoria #fezco #fez #angus cloud x reader #angus cloud #euphoria x reader #euphoria

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huckleberr1es · 8 months ago

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got me kicking my legs and shi

#karkat vantas #homestuck #art tag #the indescribable urge to draw scrunkly alien vs carpal tunnel making my hands go numb as soon as I pick up my apple pencil #I wonder why I don’t draw anymore and then remember. ah yes. my hands disappear

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cinnamon-roll-whump · 2 years ago

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thanks to @melkors-defense-attorney for helping with this one! both in the middle when I got stuck, and with the ending :D

finally I write some physical pain :3 not a lot, not super well, but it's a start lol

also Tulkas might be a bit OOC here, not sure

"MORGOTH!"

Melkor flinches at the familiar bellow. Anna leaps from his lap and hides underneath the chair.

He stands, but hasn't even taken one step when Tulkas slams the door open.

Melkor winces. "Please don't break my house."

"What did you do?" Tulkas snarls.

"Today? I fed my cat. Ate breakfast." Melkor looks down at his clothes; he's still in the same robe from yesterday. From Mairon's visit. "...I was planning to take a shower."

"Don't play innocent." Tulkas slams the door behind him, and the room's size is suddenly halved. "Why was Sauron seen leaving your home yesterday?"

"Don't call him that." Melkor bristles, almost wishing he had a tail to flick angrily.

"Remember, Morgoth, your freedom is conditional."

"I know." He tries not to, but he shrinks as Tulkas steps closer, his chest squeezing tight. It's a struggle to breathe. "I remember the conditions of my release. I haven't broken any."

"So Sauron didn't visit you?"

Fuck. There's no good way to answer that.

If he says yes, then he'll be punished, have Anna taken away or be throw back into the Void. Or, worse, Mairon will suffer that same fate.

If he says no... Eru, Tulkas is already suspicious enough of everything he does! He'll suffer the same punishment if– when– Tulkas realizes he lied.

"So he did visit you." Tulkas's hand drops to Melkor's throat.

"No- I mean, yes, but–" Melkor stammers. He can't bring himself to reject guilt at the price of laying it upon his Mairon. "It's not like that, we weren't-- he didn't--" Chill creeps up his legs, brushing at the back of his neck, and he can practically see the darkness of the Void obliterating his senses again.

His robe moves, and fur presses into his ankle. Instinctively, without thinking, he pushes Tulkas's hand away and kneels.

Tulkas steps closer. Melkor sees a heavy boot far too close to his sweet Anna, and does the only thing he can think to do. He pulls her away just as Tulkas's boot connects with his hand, and he stifles a cry. Anna wriggles in his other arm and noses his chest.

Swallowing tears of sharp pain, Melkor looks up into Tulkas's face, stern and hard and unforgiving as stone. He pulls his injured hand close to his chest, trying not to look at the discoloration, trying not to feel the wrongness inside as he rests it on Anna's head.

"What," Tulkas says finally, "is this?"

"My cat." His arm tightens around her.

"Your cat."

"Please." Melkor remains on his knees, gently petting Anna. "Whatever you do to me, leave Anna and Mair–"

Tulkas's gaze darkens and he steps forward again. Without warning, his fist slams into Melkor's jaw. "Do you take me for a fool?"

Melkor can't speak, can barely think of a reply. "Yes." Fuck, that's the wrong one. His arms open, dropping Anna to the ground. She squeaks in protest and darts around to hide behind him.

Just in time, too: Tulkas aims for Melkor's stomach next. He doubles over with a cough. "T-Tulkas, please."

"You've always thought me a fool." Tulkas towers over Melkor now, kicks him. "Thought you were so much better than the rest of us, so much cleverer. And now look at you."

Through his pain, Melkor registers a little head rubbing against his arm.

"Go away, Anna," he whispers. He elbows her gently. "Get away."

She doesn't listen. He's her safe place, as much a father as she's ever known.

Melkor senses rather than sees Tulkas walking around him. He bares his teeth and hisses at Anna, smacking her bottom lightly. "Please, baby, go!"

Anna mewls and shies away. Good. She'll be safe if she's gone, and if she can't be found he can fight back.

"I'm going to have to tell Manwë about this." Tulkas's hand grabs Melkor's hair, and he lets out a cry as he's pulled up. "I wonder what he'll order? Maybe he'll have you brought to Valinor so we can keep an eye on you, or send guards to stay here."

Melkor bares his teeth. "I agreed to terms wherein I was given a measure of freedom. My own home, away from Valinor–"

"You also agreed to no contact with Sauron." Tulkas grabs his injured hand and Melkor screams.

When the searing pain fades enough that he can speak, he spits, "I never spoke to Sauron, I swore that and I've kept to it! Leave my home now!"

"You're lying."

Melkor keeps his hand close to his chest and pulls back as much as he can with Tulkas's hand still in his hair, and he looks him in the eye. "I swear, Tulkas, on my Song and on my cat, the last time I spoke to Sauron was before my imprisonment."

Tulkas is a fool, so easily tricked. He knows Melkor well enough that he suspects something, his eyes narrowed in distrust, but he knows Melkor well enough to know this isn't a lie.

"Manwë needs to judge this," he growls finally. "You're coming back to Valinor with me."

Melkor's heart constricts. No, no, oh no. He can't return, he can't go back there.

One look at Tulkas's face says he doesn't have a choice.

"Let me bring my cat, and I will come quietly," he says softly.

#cinnamon writes #melkor #morgoth #emotional support kitty au #tulkas #silmarillion #silm fic #the silmarillion #names are important

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just-horrible-things · 2 years ago

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‘Verse: Box Boy Universe Story: A Girl Called Spider Timeline: A ways into Rayce’s training

Obedience [Prev]

The pain is too big, too far beyond what he could hope to handle, too much to comprehend. It doesn’t fit in his body. His mind shies away from one sensation only to be met with another.

Cramps run ceaselessly up and down his back, his legs, even his arms. The ache of one won’t have faded before the next sharp stab kicks in. His knees are worse. His knees hurt so much – the burning skin, the electric sharpness through the joints, the ache-turned-cramp-turned-tearing-agony in every connected muscle – so much he thinks they must be broken, torn, dislocated, something.

If he doesn’t stay on his knees, he gets the shock, and everything gets worse.

At least he has his hands on the floor. He tries to take as much of his weight as he can through his hands and his toes, but he is weak. If he shakes too much, the handler on the couch prods him with the baton and the threat of shock is a rush of terror.

He tries to focus on the weight of her feet on his back, because that is only a mild pain, only a dull throb in the skin and the muscles beneath.

Better to focus on that than on his knees.

He doesn’t hear the door, but he sure hears the Handler’s voice. “You are way too early,” she says, “for how late you went home last night.” He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand what she wants from him. “What can I say,” – Handler Sharan, his hated Primary – “I love my job. I see you got him following instructions.” “Sure did.”

The words wash over him as he struggles to decipher whether they’re talking to him, or to each other. Whether he needs to listen, or can tune out.

Handler Sharan is in front of him. He feels her presence, her frigid aura, without knowing which sense he is using. Not sight. He can’t lift his head, it’s too heavy.

The weight on his back lifts, and he gasps as his own weight shifts and sets off yet more cramps. Her voice sounds from very far away. “Guess this means it’s home time. God I hate nights.” He hates nights too. But – that’s a thought from another life.

His Handler touches his shoulder. He startles – another wave of cramps.

“Enough,” she says. “You may stop.” It’s not a conscious choice when his body collapses. Maybe it was only coincidence that he finally got permission at the moment his muscles gave out. He pitches forwards and crumples and ends with a shoulder on the toes of her boots, his head against her ankles.

“Good boy,” she says, adjusting his head with one foot. “You’re going to be so good for me now, aren’t you?”

Then she’s nearer, her hands nearer, danger, touch, fear. His head pinned between her hands, tugged upwards so he has to squirm to stop his neck turning through an angle it cannot.

He can’t read her face. He can barely make his eyes focus. The room is pulsating around her.

“Do you remember what you did?” she asks. He can’t. He panics. He can’t say no, he can’t say yes – then he sees the bandages wrapped around her hand and he remembers. His teeth bite so hard into the rubber between them that his jaw cramps. “Do you remember what you did wrong?” Hesitantly, fearfully, he nods. Her hand moves against his cheek and it’s so warm it almost burns. “You’re not going to do it again.” He shakes his head urgently, heedless of the pain behind his eyes, and she smiles.

He won’t, he promises he won’t, he’ll promise anything, just make it stop.

“You’re going to be good now.” Her voice is low and sure and sinks into his skin with every word. “You’re going to prove to me that you can be good. Or else we’ll start your punishment over, and over until you learn.”

Please no. He can’t, he can’t do it, he’ll be good.

The whimper in his throat comes out as nothing but a whistle of air.

And she’s gone, like the jolt of missing a step, like waking to find you aren’t falling. Her voice is above him.

“Follow, trainee.”

He can’t imagine standing up. He also can’t imagine disobeying, not with the consequences made so clear. He drags himself, with difficulty, back to his screaming knees. And he crawls.

One limb at a time, one more shuffling motion, just this hand, just this knee, just one more as many times over as he has to before he’s allowed to stop. The white tiles are all the same.

“Position Two.”

Another Handler, another voice he can’t put a name to. It doesn’t matter. They’re all Handler. They all give commands. They all have the power to shock him or worse.

He obeys – but he’s too slow getting to Position Two, too shaky on limbs that don’t want to hold him up for a second longer. He’s grabbed by the back of the collar, yanked up, and sat back on his heels. His eyes water as he chokes.

“Eyes up.” He looks up. “Mouth open.” He opens his mouth. It’s hard to unlock his jaw from the bit. “Wider.” The gag digs into the corners of his mouth, stretching his lips, cracking open splits that had nearly healed. “Better.”

Better means he hasn’t earned more pain, not yet.

He smells the nutrient shake when the bottle is cracked open. He didn’t know before that it even had a smell. His mouth waters.

The handler spoon feeds him, sliding the spoon in through the narrow gap between the bit and his front teeth. He can’t talk to say thank you Handler so all he has to think about is swallowing. His throat hurts when he does.

Three spoonfuls, then a mouthful of water. Another spoonful, but it pauses just in front of his mouth. He knows better than to try and take it.

“Mouth open until I tell you to close it. Don’t swallow.”

The spoon slips between his teeth and the rubber. The liquid is deposited onto his tongue.

It’s hard not to swallow. He’s fighting every starving instinct in him. Only the constant threat of the handler right there keeps him obedient.

“Good boy. Swallow.”

Two more spoonfuls. Each time he sits open-mouthed and waits for permission to swallow. Then another mouthful of water, poured slowly into his mouth until his eyes widen and still more until it spills out over his cheeks and trickles down his neck to pool under his collar.

Frozen, he doesn’t move. Thankfully, it’s the right response.

“Good boy. Swallow.”

All he cares about is not messing this up. Getting as much food and water as they’re willing to give him. Not getting hurt any sooner than he has to.

Maybe, maybe, being allowed to lie down when they’re done.

#my writing #bbu #a girl called spider #handler rayce #handler sharan #gratuitous use of fun tropes

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creepypastalemonbloglol · 6 months ago

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Jeff x Female!Masochistic!Reader x The Masked Man

My friend helped me get this idea. This isn't from my Imperium AU, this is from The Tree AU. Jeff is in his forties and The Masked Man is also in his forties, you are in your late twenties. You are a masochist, like, full blown mentally ill version of a masochist. Lightly dubious consent though, mainly on the lack of outer clothes and being cuffed to a pole.

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You silently and carefully walked through the abandoned building that belongs to The Tree. You shivered when you suddenly got cold. You looked around and froze when you saw a porcelain mask peek at you from around a corner. The Masked Man came around the corner, his pale skin shining in the moonlight and the unremovable noose around their neck swayed. Still in the clothes he died in in the eighties. A tee shirt and jeans with work boots. You stumbled back but bumped into a hard chest. You span around and shook. Jeff glared down at you. His tan skin covered in scars. He has a thick, dark beard and dark, messy, slicked back hair. He smiled widely his brown eyes glistening; the disturbing drawn on smile in blood cracking. You shivered and spun around again but the porcelain face was inches from your own. You tried to run but Jeff grabbed you. "Howdy lil lady." Jeff growled; his country accent thick.

You shook, looking between the two. You then felt a rag get put over your face. You screamed, fighting him. Where the hell did the calm, sweet man who gave you tips at the entrance go?

When you woke, you were cuffed to a pole with your arms in front of you. A dancing pole. Jeff was sitting on a moth-eaten couch, smoking a cigar. The Masked Man was staring out the shattered window. You looked around and noticed you were only in your bra and underwear. You gasped and Jeff looked over.

"Aw, now, don' panic lil lady." Jeff grunted.

The Masked Man turned, he stared silently. Jeff stood up and dug his cigar into your neck, making you yelp. "Dance, now." Jeff chuckled.

You stared at him, and he growled. He grabbed your hair and tugged, shaking you a little before slapping you. You smiled, you'll admit, this is turning you on, your excited, you want more. But...why? What the hell is wrong with you!? You tried to fight it, but Jeff's hateful eyes weren't helping Jeff stared into your eyes and chuckled. He kicked you in the side making you yelp.

"This bitch likes this." Jeff growled, pointing at you.

You looked down and Jeff grabbed your face, making you look at him. "Dam', you're a fuckin' whore." Jeff growled.

You blushed, suddenly you gasped when Jeff slapped you. "So, you like that?" Jeff asked.

You didn't say anything but that said it all. Jeff got his knife and cut your thigh. You bit your lip and gasped when Jeff cut your leg again. He smiled and chuckled. "Dance, if you dance, I'll cut you again." Jeff chuckled.

He stood up and you shakily stood up. And stared at the pole, you don't know how. You looked at Jeff and he huffed. He stomped up onto the makeshift stage. "Wave your hips aroun' or some shi', be a slu'." Jeff snapped.

You did as he told and he smiled, pleased. You stared at the pole and yelped when you felt his cut your leg. Heat went across your face, and you smiled.

"Man, I wasn't gonna have sex with you but if you want it this much I might as well." Jeff growled.

You looked at Jeff. "Di' I say you coul' look at me?" Jeff snapped.

You looked away and went back to dancing. Jeff started and smiled.

"Hey, pale ass, look at 'em, they fuckin' love thi' shi'." Jeff laughed.

The Masked Man stared as Jeff cut your leg again, making you whimper.

"Man, you need help." Jeff grunted.

You gasped when a cold hand took your hip and rubbed it. You looked back to see The Masked Man staring. You waved your hips around a little and The Masked Man took his hand away for a second. You whined and The Masked Man put their hand back. You sighed and yelped when you suddenly did have cuffs on. Jeff waved the cuffs around and smiled. "There, now, turn aroun'." Jeff growled.

You did as you were told, staring at the two.

"Grab the pole behin' ya." Jeff grunted.

You did as you told.

"Hold higher up." Jeff chuckled, pressing the blade on his knife softly on your thigh.

You held higher up on the pole. "Okay, big guy." Jeff grunted, he grabbed a chair and put it behind you, pressed against the pole. "Sit and pu' 'er in your lap."

The Masked Man did as he was told. You sat down in his lap. Jeff smiled and looked at the sight.

"Oh yeah, perfect." Jeff chuckled.

You smiled as The Masked Man's hands traveled up your body and hovered at you bra. You leaned into him smiling. Jeff cuffed your hands back and nodded. He went over to you and slapped your thigh, right on the cuts. You bucked your hips, blushing.

"Fuck!" you moaned.

The Masked Man tilted their head, you could feel the rope scratch against your skin. You moaned and turned to kiss his neck, well, what you could get to through the rope. He grabbed your hair and jerked your head away, slapping your cut thigh. You gasped and smiled. Suddenly you felt Jeff's calloused thumb through your underwear, pressing on your clit. You hummed and smiled. The Masked Man let go of your hair, petting you, like he's saying sorry. You moaned softly while you heard the faintest whisper in your ear, like someone trying to say something but they don't have enough air to speak. You caught a couple words like 'good girl' and 'I'm sorry' but that's it. You rubbed The Masked Man's stomach, moaning softly. Jeff got his knife and cut your underwear off. "Hey!" you yelped.

Jeff slapped you and you shivered. "Shut it." he growled. "Yes sir.." you whimpered.

You then felt cold lips on your sore cheek. You went to look but a cold hand covered your eyes. You gasped when you felt a warm tongue on your clit.

"Oh fuck...she tastes so good..." Jeff growled.

You shivered and felt the kisses on your cheek move to your neck. The hand on your eyes was soon replaced by a blindfold. You shivered at the sensation of Jeff's tongue on your clit. Jeff slipped a finger into your cunt, it's sopping wet.

"Look at this fat ass, she's drippin'." Jeff laughed.

The Masked man tensed at the nickname and moved to look, a strangle breath of awe came from him. He reached down and Jeff smiled, moving his tongue to your entrance while The Masked Man's cold fingers rubbed your clit. You moaned softly and gasped as Jeff dug his knife into your knife. The Masked Man wiped the blood from each cut up with his other hand with his finger and had you lick it off. His face was hidden by your neck as he licked and nibbled on it. Jeff growled into your cunt, grinning. He pulled away and spit on your entrance before flipping his knife around. He slipped the handle in, and you gasped, stunned. The Masked Man grabbed Jeff's wrist and Jeff growled. "I know what I'm doin'." Jeff growled.

You moaned loudly as the handle hit your g-spot. Jeff slapped the scars again making you shiver. The Masked Man turned your face to face him, and he kissed you before pressing you closer, speeding up his finger, he choked out whispers of praise as you dug your nails in his arm.

"G-Good girl." he rasped out, trying to gasp for air but not much came.

You felt him shift around and then you felt a cold but hard cock against your lower back. Jeff chuckled and started to prep your ass, laughing when you begged them to pound you.

"Aw, do you wan' 'o be breed like a bi'ch?" Jeff asked.

He chuckled spitting on his fingers. "I used to breed dogs." Jeff growled.

You just moaned. He shrugged and slipped two fingers in, making you yelp. You wish you could see Jeff's face, but the blindfold is not letting you. He soon let The Masked Men slip in. You yelped, tightening a bit around Jeff's handle. Jeff laughed and took the knife out. "Ever been fisted?" Jeff asked.

"Wh-What?" you asked.

Jeff stood up and started to look for something. You yelped when The Masked Man started to thrust up into you, nice and deep. You close your eyes and moan. He took your face and kissed you again. You gasped when you felt something cold get squirted all over your cunt. Jeff rubbed it in then started to do something. All off a sudden you felt three fingers get slipped into you like nothing. Jeff chuckled and started to spread you open, he took his hand out and slapped your cunt. "Man, wish I had a camera, eh, that hooded freak is bound to be watching." Jeff growled.

You couldn't even process what he was saying due to the beauty of his finger inside you. He then started to slip his hand in. You gasped and your back arched. "Oh, my fucking god, what are you doing!?!?!" you squealed.

Jeff chuckled and took his hand out before shoving it back in. You yelped and Jeff opened his hand inside you making you scream, your vision going white. Jack laughed and The Masked Man growled, his cock twitching in you as he thrusted up violently, you could feel the cum dripping. You yelped when Jeff started to shake his hand inside you. "Does that hit the spo'?" Jeff asked.

You were crying and moaning at the same time. Jeff smiled and licked your clit before going back to work. You quickly came again. "Think we c'n make her squir' fat ass? Speed up." Jeff growled.

The Masked Man did as he was told and Jeff. You felt an orgasm coming, and you pulled on the cuffs, screaming. Jeff speeds up when he felt your legs start shaking. Suddenly Jeff jumped back laughing and The Masked Man choked, cumming again. You drenched Jeff in piss, and he laughed, sticking out his tongue. "I bet no one's ever made you squirt lil lady!" Jeff cackled.

You sighed and passed out. The Masked Men got out the chair shakily, standing there. He looked at you then Jeff. Jeff smiled, piss dripping down his face. The Masked Man shook his head and slapped Jeff across the head as he passed by. Jeff cackled and licked his hands and shirt gratefully, he kept himself from licking you clean cause you're sleeping and instead went to get a towel.

"Heh, good girl." Jeff smiled.

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You stumbled out the abandoned building in the morning, stunned and confused. Jeff waved, smirking and The Masked Man stared. You rushed out the woods, face red.

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