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ghoul-bonez · 1 year ago

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~To You He Feels Like Home~

(Neteyam x Fem! Na’vi! Reader)

Summary: You were always a wild child, literally and figuratively. You were raised by the forest and by the creatures that lived within it, and you would never want it any other way, but when you were discovered by another Na’vi you are overcome with curiosity although the animals that raised you always warned you about the outsiders.

Word Count: 5.1k

Author’s Note: This is my longest oneshot to date, at 5.1k words & 11 google docs pages, and I’ve been working on it for weeks now… Hopefully you guys will like it :D This fic was inspired by @imeanwhynotbruv ‘s Mowlie! Spider AU which I LOVE!!! Very excited for y’all to read :)

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To You He Feels Like Home

You were always wild, even as a young child. Part of that could be attributed to who was raising you, how you were being raised, and part of it was because of your personality. It came down to nurture versus nature, or nurture and nature.

You were wild by nurture, raised by the Great Mother, by her forest, and by the animals that inhabited it. In particular there was a mother palulukan who had taken you into her den with her two cubs. She was your protector, your teacher, your mother. She loved you, and that was all you needed.

You were wild by nature, always bouncing around, never able to sit still. You were fierce and strong, stubborn at times, and intelligent as could be, which you used to your advantage. It was good for your survival, but exhausting to your mother palulukan, and the other animals who had taken you under their wings to teach you different survival skills.

They had all had a part in your upbringing, every animal teaching you something different. Their lessons had turned you into the woman you were today, they had taught you how to survive, and not just that, but how to thrive.

The palulukan had taught you to fight, how to attack and pounce, and win. She had taught you to protect yourself in any situation. She had taught you that no matter how small you were, how weak you may seem to your opponent, that there would always be a way to come out on top.

The syaksyuk had taught you how to swing from tree to tree, how to escape from harm's way quickly, may you choose not to fight. They taught you about community and how to work together to get to your goal.

The yerik had taught you how to scare off predators, and if that didn’t work how to run, how to pace yourself and run for longer than you thought you could. They taught you to stay calm, to not let fear overtake you as you ran.

The nantang made sure you knew how to hunt, how to stalk then attack and finish off your prey. They made sure you could feed yourself. They made you work in a team, to take everyone's different skills into account.

The ikrans that visited from the mountains taught you how to navigate the air, although you could only do so with their help. They would show you how different different parts of the land were. They showed you what you and your family of creatures looked from above.

Your upbringing was untraditional and many Na’vi would question how you had even survived, but you knew how. There was a sense of community in your animal family that could never be rivaled. You wouldn't have it any other way.

Of course there were still things you had to teach yourself, like weaving and making clothes. This had taken some trial and error as you had started as a very young child, needing to form this skill for more protection against the elements and the forest. You had figured it out later than you would have liked, but eventually you got there and had created your own outfits.

Then you had to teach yourself how to make weapons, and how to use them. You had mastered making spears out of branches when you were young, and quickly moved on to finding hard enough materials to make knives and other blades. When your mother palulukan had noticed your proficiency of making weapons she had started bringing back lost Na’vi weapons like bows and hunting knives.

After lots of trials and errors, from carving the body wrong to tying the sting wrong, you had mastered making a bow. You had found the perfect type of wood, strong enough to hold up, but soft enough to carve. You had found the perfect string made from woven plant fibers. When you carved your final masterpiece the curve of the wood was perfect and the string strung tightly enough to work perfectly.

Then came using it. You had never seen anyone use one, and your mother palulukan refused to let you anywhere near other Na’vi, so you struggled. You had tried over, and over, and over again, and eventually it paid off. Your stance was wrong to most, strange looking to others, but it worked perfectly for you.

With all of your combined skills, ones the animals of Pandora had taught you and ones you had taught yourself, you had become a lethal hunter. Once you proved yourself capable your mother palulukan let you off on your own.

At the age of eighteen years you had been sent free, allowed to explore as you wanted, and so you did. You ran through the forest with excitement coursing through your veins. You climbed and swung from tree to tree without a care for your safety. You swam in streams and shook the water from your loose hair as you resurfaced. You hunted for your own food, coming up successful every time.

You felt free.

You had been so used to your mother palulukan hunting for you that doing it on your own was enthralling. It gave you a rush unlike any other, but you never took more than you and your family could eat, dragging it back home to your palulukan family’s den.

Your little family had never eaten like this before. They had never had a meal every day, sometimes going as many as five days without food, instead giving leftovers to you, the little Na’vi they had taken in who needed it more than they did. Now you made sure they were fed daily, you took care of them like they had you.

As much as you loved the takedown of your prey, your favorite part of hunting was the stalking. You loved tracking things, finding a scent trail and following it until you found prints in the ground. You loved watching the prey once you found it, staying hidden in the shadows and observing.

Sometimes you would even track when you weren’t hunting, practicing for later or simply wanting to observe the other animals of the forest. You especially loved watching the nantang packs as they were similar to your family but also so different.

Today had been no different, you had been out searching for the trail of a nantang pack wanting to watch and observe. However that plan changed when you caught a whiff of something you had never smelled before. It reminded you of something, yourself, but you didn’t know why.

You couldn’t help but do what you do best, stalk. You followed the scent, staying close to the ground, slinking around, and watching the dirt for prints from any type of animal. When the trail stopped and there were no prints in sight you were confused, where had it gone, you questioned.

Then it hit you, the trees, it had to be in the trees. You weren’t in the mood to climb right now, not wanting a chase in the trees, but you might not have a choice. You took a breath, steadying and readying yourself, slowly looking up to the trees to see what you would be chasing, and once you caught sight of what it was you gasped.

It was you, not quite, but something like you.

He had your blue skin, stripes laid across his skin and white freckles splattered across his body and face. He had your dark hair, but his was put up in braids, something you had no idea you could do. He had your large golden eyes which were widened just like yours right now.

You were perplexed. You knew you weren’t the same as your family, you knew you looked completely different, not the same species, but you hadn’t ever seen another person like you. You didn’t know there were other people like you.

The other person looked just as shocked as you, and he was. You looked Omaticaya, but he had never seen you before, and he had seen everyone in his clan as the next Olo’eyktan in training. He hoped you weren’t Omaticaya because of how rough of shape you were in. He never wanted anyone in his clan to be in this rough of shape.

You had scapes all over your body, little scars scattered where past cuts had been. Your hair was loose and messy, knotted and in need of a good brush and braid. As he studied the strange girl in front of him he was concerned for you, for the state you were in, but to you the unkempt hair and scars and nicks that cover your body are normal.

To you they feel like home.

To you the scrapes and scars, the cuts and nicks, feel like home. They feel like the forest as you run through the underbrush, barely dodging trees and roughly catching your arms against them accidentally. They feel like jumping into streams and rivers, scraping your knees on the rocks at the bottom as the current sweeps you off your feet. They feel like hunting as you accidentally catch your finger with your blade as you finish off your prey.

To him they were worrying, they showed pain and danger, but to you that was normal, pain and danger were regular parts of your life. To him it wasn’t, and he felt the need to make sure you were okay. You were standing strongly so clearly you weren’t too injured, but the idea of you being one of his people made him feel the need to check you over, to help you.

He jumped down from his hiding spot, gracefully landing in front of you, and suddenly you took off. You sprinted away, terrified of the stranger. You wanted to make your way back home, back to your mother palulukan and the den you called home. You wanted to be safe, you wanted to feel safe.

The man lagged for a second, thinking, before deciding to follow you, taking off after you. The chase went on for a while, his lungs burned as he kept up with you, close behind, but he didn’t know how much longer he could keep up, and you didn’t seem to be slowing down.

“Wait, I just want to help!” He shouted after you, but that seemed to spook you more and you sped up.

You had no idea what the strange man had said, but his loud voice scared you. The sounds he was making were foreign to you, and it frightened you. He was communicating in a way you never had before. The way you communicated with your family was hisses and growls.

You were a good runner, had good stamina, but he seemed to be keeping up, although you could tell he was getting tired. The unfortunate part was you were getting tired too, and you would have to stop soon. You figured it would be good to stop sooner than later so you had enough energy to fight in case the need arose.

You saw a clearing to the right and zagged that way before stopping on the far end of it, crouched down like a palulukan, ready to pounce. The man stopped on the other side, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. Like this he looked less scary, he looked weak as he was out of breath, like you could win this fight easily.

He looked at you through the braids that had fallen in his face, and his eyes held no malice. He wanted you to feel safe, or as safe as possible, around him, so he showed his weakness as he was out of breath. He wanted you to know he wasn’t going to hurt you as he showed you had easily outran him.

However you still felt threatened.

Your eyes were blown wide, adrenaline coursing through you as your mind ran a mile a minute. Your ears pinned against your head and you let out a wild hiss at the man, bearing your teeth and snapping them together a few times as a threat.

He didn’t challenge you back, instead dropping to the ground to sit with his legs crossed, arms in the air as a sign of surrender, or peace, that he meant no harm. He tried to make himself look harmless, tried to make himself look smaller.

Your face scrunched up in confusion, why wasn’t he challenging you, you asked yourself. You weren’t convinced he meant to harm You couldn’t let your guard down, and your hand flew to your knife at your hip as you snarled at him, trying to elicit a reaction.

He then realized he had his own weapons on him and he lifted his bow over his head from where it rested against him, and threw it to the side. He hesitated as he took his knife out of its holder, but he threw it next to his bow a few feet away.

“They're gone, okay.” He pointed to the weapons where they laid, “I want to help you. I’m not going to hurt you.” He tried to explain.

Again you didn’t understand him, ears twitching at the unfamiliar sounds. Now you were more stressed than before. You stayed in place, ears pinned to your head again as you growled, but your hand moved away from your knife.

“There we go.” He spoke as your hand fell to your side, “What's your name?” He asked.

You felt the adrenaline wearing off, exhaustion starting to catch up to you and making you less hostile than before, blurring the lines of your fear. Your eyes were narrowed as your head tilted to the side, a questioning look on your face. You were scared because you couldn’t understand him, but you became more curious the more he spoke.

His voice was interesting, smooth and calming. You hadn’t heard anything like it before, and although you looked similar you weren’t sure if you could make the same sounds as him, accustomed to growls and hisses.

When you didn’t say anything back the man tried something different. He pointed to himself, “Neteyam.” Then he pointed to you, humming, “Hm?”

You growled back, trying to communicate the only way you knew how. He just cringed, taking it as aggressive while you were simply trying to voice your confusion.

He tried again, “Neteyam…” He pointed to himself, not saying anything else afterwards.

“Neteyam.” You whispered, only loud enough for you to hear. Then you cleared your throat, “Neteyam.” You parroted.

“Yes. Neteyam.” He nodded, happy you seemed to be getting somewhere, “You?” He asked, pointing to you.

“Hm?” You hummed, copying the noise he had made to you earlier. You thought it was a questioning sound, and you hoped your assumption was correct.

Something clicked to Neteyam, “You can’t understand me, can you?” He asked, not particularly expecting an answer.

“Hm?” You questioned again.

“Okay…” He took a second to think. Who were you? Where did you come from?

“Neteyam.” You spoke again, getting his attention. You then pointed to yourself and growled, you seemed to be trying to communicate something, and you were. You had growled your name, what your palulukan family called you.

He didn’t quite understand you, “Hm?” He asked.

You just growled again, pointing to yourself. Clearly this wasn’t getting anywhere.

“I’m going to give you a name, or a nickname I guess.” He told you, but you didn’t understand. If you had known what he had said you would have disagreed adamantly, you don’t need a different name, you have one already, but you didn’t understand, so when he pointed to you and said, “(Y/n).” The name sounded beautiful, and you loved the way it rolled off his tongue.

Your head tilted to the side, confusion written on your face, but you didn’t protest. Instead you nodded your head, seeming content, “Neteyam.” You pointed to him, “(Y/n), hm?” You pointed to yourself questioningly.

He smiled, “Yes.”

“Yes.” You copied him, but you weren’t smiling, still confused by the foreign words.

He patted the ground in front of him, inviting you to sit by him, but you don’t approach, instead sitting where you were a few feet away. He seems so calm, so relaxed, as he sits with his legs crossed and arms behind his as he leans on them. You however are stiff, skittish, as you sit on your knees, hands in your lap. You looked ready to take off at any second.

Neteyam tried to calm you down with reassuring words, even though he knew you couldn’t understand him, his calm tone seemed to take off the edge. You were scared of him, but slowly starting to believe he meant no harm. He wasn’t dangerous.

As you sat there with him he went on, and on, talking about whatever came to mind with that smooth tone. You could sit there and listen to him talk forever, but soon the sky is darkening and you realize it is time to head back home, to the comfort of your den, your mother would be waiting for you when you get there. She would be ready to allow you to cuddle up next to her and let go of the stress of today.

You’re not frantic when you stand up, instead more fixed on having a mission, to get home, but Neteyam doesn’t understand that, and so he stands up after you. You don’t pay him any mind until you start walking away and he follows you. Frustrated that he’s trying to follow you, you hold your hand out towards him, hissing.

“No!” You shout, a word you had picked up from Neteyam talking to you.

“Oh.” Neteyam simply comments. You were a quick learner apparently, picking up on the word and figuring out how to use it already.

You turn away and start walking off, and this time he doesn’t follow you, waving towards you and saying, “Goodbye, (Y/n).” He pauses before saying quieter, “I hope I see you again.” Not loud enough for you to hear.

Your mother palulukan was confused that night when you came home without a meal, but when you broke down in tears she moved to comfort you. You let out all of the stress from over the past few hours in tears and sobs, and eventually you stilled, fell asleep on her large warm body, and finally you rested.

You had intended to never see Neteyam again, but you kept running into him. It was frustrating and confusing. You had no idea why it kept happening, but of course you knew Eywa had a plan for everyone, and everything happens for a reason, but you weren’t sure why she was so insistent on putting you and Neteyam together.

The day after your first encounter you had your second meeting. You had been trying to hunt when you somehow ended up back at the clearing. You weren’t sure how you ended up there, but you gave in, sitting with him for a while before continuing your hunt.

The third time, the third day in a row now, you had been napping in a completely different area of the forest when you woke up to Neteyam looking at you curiously. It wasn’t necessarily in a creepy way, but it had spooked you at first before you calmed down. This time you did not stick around, walking off with a dismissive grunt to Neteyam.

The fourth time, a few days later, he had found you while you had been frolicking around in the Hallelujah Mountains. You had been hiding out there, trying to avoid him by not even being in the forest, but he had found you again somehow.

That went on, and on, until you admitted defeat, accepted your fate, Eywa was determined to have you and Neteyam together, and who were you to deny the Great Mother’s will. She knew all, and you trusted her, so you took her lead.

Every time you ran into Neteyam you would spend a little more time with him, and eventually that time built into hours, and then days, from sunrise to sunset you would spend your hours with him. You cherished your time with Neteyam and he certainly enjoyed your company, your attention.

Your palulukan mother was less than pleased with how much time you were spending with the Na’vi boy, but she understood you needed companionship with your own kind. She figured you would grow curious eventually and would venture out in search of people like you, and she was proud of you for making a friend, but she wished you would be home a little more.

When you finally gave into spending time with Neteyam you figured you should learn how to communicate, learn to speak his language. You would much rather teach him yours, but yours was more general emotions and less words, less actual conversation and more communicating how you're feeling through growls and hisses, hunched shoulders and bared teeth.

Today you were sitting by a river, somewhere Neteyam had shown you, as he tried to teach you the Na’vi language.

Neteyam pointed to different features on his face as you named them quietly, touching them on your own face as you went, “Ears. Eyes. Nose. Mouth.”

“Good job!” He praised you, a smile on both of your faces.

You were learning slowly, struggling to pick up a second language so much different from your first, but when you grasped a certain word you had it for good. You had started using the words you knew in basic sentences like “How you?” when you would first see him. You would listen intently as if you knew everything he was saying although you only picked up on certain words.

What really got Neteyam was when you would say goodbye when you parted ways at the end of the day. Instead of saying “Goodbye.” or something similar you would blurt out “Love you!” as you walked away.

It always got Neteyam’s heart beating in his chest, hard, and he couldn’t help but smile every time. He would say, “Goodbye (Y/n). Love you too.” because the one time he hadn’t reciprocated you had pouted and nearly cried.

He didn’t think you understood the significance of those words, of the word love, but you definitely did. You didn’t use it lightly, it being the only word you had learned to describe how you were feeling for Neteyam, and it described your feelings perfectly.

You truly did love him, as a friend, maybe more.

You appreciated what he did for you, but it went so much deeper than that. You loved how he was patient with you, giving you all the time you needed. You loved his voice, how he would talk to you even if you didn’t understand. You loved how he laughed, how he smiled, how his eyes seemed to glow when he was around you.

You love him.

You loved him like you loved the forest, it’s green foliage keeping you safe throughout your life. You loved him like you loved your mother palulukan, like a warm hug at the end of the day. You loved him like you loved the sounds that played all around you constantly, drowning out your negative thoughts.

You love him like home.

As you were mulling over your feelings, thinking whatever came to your mind, you had been zoning out, gone silent as you looked off into the distance. Neteyam took this chance to mess with you a little. He scooped up some water from the stream in his hands and threw it on you, bringing you out of your thoughts as the cool water hit your face.

You gasped, “Neteyam!”

He just laughed, pointing at you as your jaw was dropped, brow muscles raised, and eyes open wide. Your look of offense amused him and your look quickly switched to a scowl, and Neteyam felt himself still, that was never a good look on you.

You moved quickly, smiling mischievously splashing water onto him too. He looked surprised, like he hadn’t expected this from you, and you used that to your advantage, splashing him again, harder this time, with more water.

This time he was quick to move, trying to grab you and throw you into the deeper part of the river, but your reflexes were faster than him and you got up, running away like a mad woman. You smiled before jumping into the river, submerging your lower body before he could do it for you.

You thought hard, trying to form a coherent sentence, when you thought you had it you shouted, “Come get me!” Taunting him.

As you taunted him he just smiled, a sense of childish joy overcoming him. It reminded him of when he was younger. When he and his siblings would play in streams closer to home. When his father would play with them. It reminded him of family, you were quickly becoming family, but in a deeper way.

He loved you like family, he loved you like a calm afternoon at home with everyone sitting around, talking and playing games. He loved you like a partner, someone to share his own home with, where his family could come over for dinner and share stories. He loved you like someone new to the family, like someone his family could learn to love.

He loves you.

“Oh yeah?” Neteyam asked, smirking at you. He stayed where we was on the river bank, feet barely in the water.

“Yeah!” You shouted, challenging him by splashing the water around you.

He seemed to be contemplating it, over exaggerating his movements dramatically, “I don’t know… I might just stay here…” He joked.

You frowned, not understanding his joking tone of voice, “Fine…” You turned away from him, getting ready to leave the river.

However you didn’t get the chance when you heard splashing behind you, and it was too late. He ran up to you splashing you, getting your entire back wet, including your hair.

You whipped around, gasping both at the cold water and the shock of not expecting it. You shouted at him, arms crossed over your chest, “Rude!”

Neteyam laughs loudly, “Oh I’m rude? You’re the one who told me to come get you.” He defended himself, rolling his eyes.

“You…” You thought of what word to use, not sure what the word for this action was, you settled on, “hit me first!”

Neteyam was quick to correct you, “Splash, the word is splash.” He really did not want you telling people he was hitting you if you ever met his clan. He hoped it was less of an if, and more of a when.

You took in the information, “You splash me first.” You shrugged your shoulders, feeling you won the conversation.

“And I’ll do it again!” Neteyam laughed, running at you, ready to throw more water in your face, but you turned to run away from his attack.

As you were running you slipped, falling to your knees and feeling pain shoot through one of them, “Ow.” You hissed out.

Neteyam was quick to rush to your side, helping you up and walking you to the edge of the river where you sat down. You inspected the cut, it wasn’t much and you would be okay in a day or so, “I am okay.” You tried to assure Neteyam.

Neteyam frowned, “I’m sorry. Let me fix you up?” He asked.

You knew if you said no he would practically beg you to let him help you, so you gave in, “Okay.”

Neteyam sat down, pulling your leg over his lap so he had better access to your knee. He inspected the small wound, thinking about what Kiri had told him would be best for it.

He was quick to pull out the little pouch of healing equipment he had, herbs and plants, pastes and drinks, he was equipped for anything. He had decided to carry anything he would need to treat your small cuts and scrapes because every time you would see him you would have more and more. They never seemed to stop coming, so he promised he would do his best to help you.

He pulled out a paste you recognized, and before he could speak you mocked him, attempting to copy his voice, “This one will sting.” You fell into a fit of giggles afterwards.

He just chuckled at you, “You’re right.” You seemed to always be right, you picked up on other things, besides learning the Na’vi language, easily.

You smiled, sighing happily, “I know.”

Neteyam hums, smiling at you , “Tell me, how have you been? What have you done today?” He tried to distract you while he put the paste on.

It worked as you quickly responded, “It has been great. I have gotten to see you…” You trailed off, smiling shyly, before continuing, “This morning I went on a hunt, took food home to my mom. My siblings are moving out finally, so it is just us now. Less mouths to feed.”

“Good… Neteyam answered simply, focusing on what he was doing as he wrapped a bandage around your knee.

“Thank you.” You pulled his face up to look at you, a small smile was on your face, lips gently curved, eyes softened to liquid gold, “For everything.”

He sighed, content, as his face melted into your hand, pressing your skin to his, “It’s really no big deal. I would do anything for you. I would get you anything you need, anything you want.” He admitted softly, quietly.

You smiled, leaning in and pressing your forehead to his, “I know, and Eywa do I love it. I love you.”

He smiles back, the happiness reaching his eyes, and if you listen close enough you can hear his heart thumping in his chest, ready to pop out, “I love you too, (Y/n). I see you, and I will show you that every day.

Every time he tends to your wounds he is so careful, he is so careful with you. He is careful in a way the forest has never been, in a way it never will be in the future. The forest gives you safety in the form of protection through the hard and marred skin you have covering your body. The forest shows you its love through injuries you’ve sustained from your years of survival, it gives you love by allowing you to survive.

Now you don’t need the love of the forest, you need the love of him. He feels like scars, and bruises, and cuts, and pain. He feels like safety. Like how you once had found safety and solace in the cuts and bruises you bared, how your unkempt hair and scars felt like your home, to you he feels like home.

Word Bank:

Great Mother (Eywa)

Palulukan (Thanator)

Syaksyuk (Prolemuris)

Yerik (Hexaped)

Nantang (Viperwolf)

Ikran (Mountain Banshee)

Omaticaya (Forest Na’vi)

Olo’eyktan (Clan leader)

Eywa (Na’vi goddess)

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Affection | Vox x Fem!Reader

Summary: Vox and Valentino get into it. Vox looks for a way to get payback and stumbles upon you. He didn’t expect you to actually care.

Warnings: sex work, a bit of a mommy kink

He was used to the petty yelling, the constant spats, even the object throwing. What crossed the line was when he had to replace his screen.

Vox and Valentino got into a lot of arguments, normally started by the latter instead of the former. This one was bad though. Vox didn’t even want to think about it but it was all that was on his mind.

He was angry.

He was angry because it was easier to be angry rather than something else, something more vulnerable. He didn’t want to and couldn’t afford to be vulnerable right now. He had to hold onto this anger so he didn’t go crawling back to Valentino.

Currently, he was at his desk, looking through documents about ads that were just waiting for Vox’s stamp of approval. He stumbled upon yours and he paused.

He recognized you. Why?

He copied your name into a search bar and looked at your Sinstagram profile. Flipping through the pictures, he found one of you at a bar and that’s when he remembered.

Valentino tried to contract you and you’d basically laughed at him. You’d tossed back a shot and then turned to Valentino, asking if he needed you to pay for it since he was clearly so desperate for new recruits as he was only preying on people too stupidly drunk to realize how bad of an idea it was to say yes. Oh, he remembered Valentino seething that night.

He approved your ad but he couldn’t get you out of his head. He opened the closed tag again as he actually read through your ad.

You were advertising music. Which, when say side by side with your Sinstagram made sense as he saw a picture of you with Verosika Mayday. There wasn’t really anything interesting on the advert.

He scrolled up to the top of your Sinstagram in order to look at them in order from most to least relevant. That is when he caught sight of a link in your bio. He clicked it.

He was brought to a website. He wasn’t sure what he expected but he did raise an eyebrow nonetheless. It was an escort sight. A home page that had you and several other people scantily dressed with a description of what every person and the services you offered.

Maybe he was being more vindictive than he thought because he immediately clicked on the tab that sent him to your page and booked a time with you.

It was far out, months away in fact. He honestly had forgotten about it until he got an email the week before asking if he was still available and inviting him to a pre-session consultation. Not willing to back out and have it potentially mess with his image, he made the time.

He logged into a video call several days later and was greeted with you in the middle of putting on your makeup.

“Well, hello, Mr. Vox,” you said with a soft purr. He replied with a formal greeting of your name. “You’re a busy guy and I’m a busy gal so I’ll keep this quick. This is just a little meeting for boundaries. I know it bothers some people to make them in person so I’ve found this to be an easier way.

“I’ll go first. No hickies, no bruises, no scratches, no cuts, no burns, just no marks. It might be pretty and fun in the moment but it costs me later. Not everyone enjoys having sex with someone who’s clearly had it with someone else not long before. It may be part of my work but people do like an illusion.

“I don’t do bondage where I’m the one tied up. It’s nothing personal, just a safety issue. On the topic of safety, if you bring in anything that could be used as a weapon. I’m done and you’re leaving. All I need from you is that pretty little body of yours and payment. I’ll provide the rest.

“On the topic of payment, I know you’ve already made your upfront payments for this little consultation. The rest can be brought when you come in cash. Any questions so far?”

He surprised himself by saying, “Not so far, no.”

You we’re far more thorough than he thought. He’d bought time before but it was never this professionally done, even by Valentino’s standards. Granted, with Valentino’s sex workers, there was really only one rule, payment upfront. He didn’t give a fuck about anything else.

You though? You had clearly given this a lot of thought on all parts.

“Good, I’m glad,” you said. “Those are my hard rules. Everything else is a little more flexible. So, tell me, what is it you want from tonight?”

“To have a good time.”

“Of course, we all want to have a good time, Vox, but I’m talking specifics. Don’t be naive,” you said. “I have full confidence you know better. Maybe it’d be easier if I told you what I’m best at.”

The lid of your lipstick clicked closed. You looked at the camera, looking at him directly on his screen by proxy, for the first time.

“I can do just about anything your cold, dead heart desires but I enjoy specific things more than others. I’m a bit of a dominatrix, I’d you will. I enjoy the power and control of giving people what they need instead of what they want. How does that sound to you?”

“It sounds to me like a very overlord thing to do,” he replied.

“Not there yet,” you said. “So, is that the role you prefer to play?”

“It’s one I play often.”

“Yes, I’ve gathered that but do you prefer it?”

Vox didn’t know why he didn’t just say yes. He should have. It went with his image to say yes and that’s why he was still agreeing to do this even though he and Valentino weren’t on the worst of terms right now.

He hadn’t crawled back to Valentino yet. It’d been one of their longer spells away from one another. Five months without even falling back into bed once.

Perhaps that’s why he said what he said. He was pent up. He hadn’t had time to unwind and the person he normally would go to for that he was still upset with. That’s the reason he’d go with anyway.

“It’s the role I play most often,” he said.

“But is it the role you like?” you asked. When he didn’t answer you smiled, a more genuine one than any flirty or sarcastic one you’d shot his way before. “Stubborn, I’ll keep that noted.”

“I am not—“

“You’re proving my point. Now,” you stood up and rummaged through a drawer he couldn’t see, “pick a set for me.”

For the next several hours, Vox felt like he couldn’t focus. He was nervous. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been nervous over a one night stand.

He left early, leaving his assistant with double the workload but he didn’t care. He just needed to be out of the building.

He took Vark out on a walk to pass time but it still went by so slowly. It took what felt like days for it to finally be time to leave.

He’d call it considerate that he left without his usual suit jacket, waistcoat, and tie but in reality, he felt so hot, constricted with them on.

He traveled through the cameras and arrived at the address he’d been given, not a single person having seen him.

He knocked on the door and that sense of security was promptly shattered when it opened and he heard someone say, “Holy shit!” in response to seeing him.

He glared at the offending person as he stepped in. He recognized them from being pictured on your website. They quickly spun around and continued doing whatever it was they were in the process of.

He was led to a room which when opened revealed you inside. You were wearing a shear robe that gave him a peak at what was hiding underneath.

“I was promised secrecy,” he said. “Not to be gawked at by the employees.”

“So you don’t want to be gawked at me?” you asked. You smiled at your own joke. “Everyone here is under contracted lock and key to not say a single word about what goes on inside these walls. You’re image will be fine.”

“Contracted?”

“You said I had the makings of an overlord,” you replied. “Why are you suddenly surprised that I have contracts? Don’t worry, I assure you they’re much more ethically sourced than your co-worker’s.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Speaking of,” you said as you took several steps towards him, “why are you here? I’d imagine you could have any of Valentino’s contracted cash free. Why waste it on me? I’m not exactly cheap.”

You held out your hand and he reached into a pocket to retrieve the other part of your payment. You swiftly began counting it.

“You fuck one of Valentino’s pets, you’ve fucked them all,” he said. “They’re all too scared to be any fun after a while.”

“As much as I know that’s a true statement—“ you put the cash in a drawer of the bedside table— “I don’t believe it.”

He felt his eye twitch. “And what exactly would you—“

“Why don’t you take off your shirt and lay on the bed?” You walked towards him and ran your hands up his torso. “Or I could take it off for you.”

You began unbuttoning his shirt and for some reason, it made him drop all his irritation. When you finished, you bent down and licked all the way up his torso. You kissed and nipped at his collar bone.

His hands went to your sides but you spatted them away. The shirt fell to the ground.

You looked up at him, like you were daring him to kiss you. However, when he went to do just that, you stepped away.

“On the bed face down, mister,” you told him.

He huffed. Despite his mind telling him to grab you and pull you in for a kiss, take you and remind you of who exactly you were messing with, his body followed your instructions.

The mattress dipped as you straddled him. Something popped open (he tensed), a bottle clinked as it was set on the table, and then the sound of you rubbing your hands together went through the air.

Your hands, warm against his skin and slick with oil, began to rub up and down his back.

“Why are you here, Vox?” you asked. “I’m not stupid. I keep up with the news. Did you think I wouldn’t notice that the day you made an appointment was the same day you updated your status to single again? It’s still single now so what happened?”

“Nothing happened,” he said.

“Uh-huh, and the fact that you visibly tensed as soon as I mentioned Valentino is just a coincidence,” you said. “Everything you say in these walls stays within them.”

“You’re the one who made the contracts,” he said. “You’re not under them.”

“True, but—“

You began to apply pressure with your thumb, grinding your thumb and hand in circles along his back.

“Oh, fuck.”

“—I also made them,” you said, basically repeating his words. “It means I place value in confidentiality.”

“Or covering you’re own— oh, fuck, right there— your own ass.”

“I could be.”

You leaned down and he felt toy trap his entire torso beneath you. He liked the feeling. He liked the feeling of you over him.

You got close to his face, “But I think we both know I’m not.” You moved back and he mourned the feeling as soon as it was gone. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. You’re just very obviously tense and not just physically.”

You punctuated your sentence by rolling the palm of your hand at the base of his neck before squeezing it lightly. He couldn’t hold back a moan at the feeling of some tension leaving his body.

You continued on like that in silence for a while. You were working out the knots in his muscles and he was basically putty beneath your hands.

He’d never been treated like this before. He had couldn’t remember the last time he felt loose. There was always some kind of feeling of unease he constantly carried.

He didn’t even know he needed this because he’d never known that he could have it.

You leaned to once again lay over him but this time he could feel the entire weight of your body instead of just your warmth. You wrapped your arms underneath his shoulders and placed a kiss to his neck.

“Are you alright to continue?” you asked him as you nuzzled against his shoulder blade.

“I—“ He tried to search for some witty or snarky remark to make but all he could come up with was, “Yes.”

You cooed at him and slipped your hands out from underneath him to rub his back as you got off him. “Using your words, what a good boy,” you said and he hated, hated how that made him feel so warm inside. “Can you turn around for me? Yes, good.”

He closed his eyes and refused to look at you. You laughed but it didn’t feel mean. That didn’t make him feel any less embarrassed, however.

You did a wider, full handed version of the back massage you’d given him to his front as you began to roll your hips against his. He couldn’t hold back a whine.

“Oh, so pretty,” you said. “Such pretty noises from such a pretty boy.”

“Fuck,” it came out weak and pathetic.

Well, it was fitting then because that’s how he felt, weak and pathetic. Such simply praise shouldn’t be so effective.

“How does that feel?” you asked. “Come on, be a good boy. Tell me. Tell me how to make you feel good, baby.”

You were kissing on his neck and shoulders now.

“Good,” he choked out.

You hummed against his skin.

He could feel his fingers flex. His arms moved. He stopped them. He wanted to touch. He should be able to touch. He should be able to do what he wanted. He was the fucking Vox, overlord and creator of the biggest tech company in Hell. He shouldn’t need permission to do something.

You grabbed his hands and brought them up to the knot of your robe.

“You can touch me, baby,” you told him.

A whine forced its way out of his throat no matter how much he tried to keep it at bay.

He opened his eyes and you were so beautiful, grinding against him like you were made to. He could feel his cock straining against his pants. He wanted them off.

He settled for untying your robe. It fell to reveal the deep blue set he’d chosen for you earlier that day. It was sheer enough to show off your nipples through the cross crossed pattern of the bra. There was a silver chain that draped between the cups and further framed your breasts. Some traps went around your torso as part of the garter belt which held up your similarly colored stockings. You looked gorgeous.

You laughed and guided his hands up to your waist. Then up to your tits.

“I love the way you keeping whining for me,” you said. “You’re like a little pup.” Your eyes honed on his neck and your hand followed your gaze. You pressed on his neck, just enough to add some pressure. “That neck of yours looks like it was made to be collared and leashed.”

“Oh fuck.”

You leaned closer to his face. “Would you like that, baby?”

His fingers twitched around your breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over your clothes nipples as a silent apology. “Please.”

“Oh, such good manners.” You applied more pressure to his neck, not enough to cut off his air supply. He arched into your touch. “But not tonight. Some other time, I promise. I’ve got a feeling I’ll be seeing you plenty, baby.”

You went to nip at his neck. His hands wrapped around to your back to hold you in place. Your own traveled down his torso and to his belt.

You undid it. You pulled down his pants but not his underwear. You slipped from his grasp.

You put your hands on either side of his bulge and ran your fingers over it. His legs spread open further as he tried to push up but you quickly put an end to that little action.

Your hands on his hips, you hovered your head over him. You licked a stripe onto the fabric. You began to suck him off with the barrier of his boxers.

He knew he was whining. His eyes wanted to screw shut but he kept them open, too transfixed by the visage before him.

Your own eyes were closed. Your hands, perfectly constraining his boxers, were wrapped around his hips. The tips of your perfectly manicured hands were digging into his skin. Your tongue lulled out and lavished him.

He could cum from just this alone.

However, as soon as the thought came to him, you pulled away.

“No, no, no, please, please, let me come,” he said, words flowing from his mouth before he could stop them.

“Aw,” you said with a chuckle, “begging so soon? How sweet. Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get to come soon. I’ve just got to see that little dick of yours first.”

The small bit of degradation mixed with all the praise made him twitch.

He’d never gotten any negative comments on his dick before. Rather the opposite, Valentino had tried several times before to talk him into at least faceless camera work but he didn’t want to think of the moth right now.

You pulled his underwear down to reveal his cock. It was length, a deep blue like the rest of him except were it was flushed vibrantly at the tip. He was already leaking pre-come. Milky white against his flesh.

You leaned over to lick it up. His eyes rolled back at the simple action.

Your smirked before you took him all your mouth at once. You slowly pulled up and let your teeth pull at the hood of his tip.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

He thrusted up into what was now just air as he twitched, his whole body convulsing but he didn’t come. He was on the verge though.

You shushed him as you stroked his inner thigh with your nails.

“Be a good boy for me and hand me the lube,” you said before you began sucking on the skin above his pelvic bone.

His hand went to your hair as he closed his eyes and moaned. It took him a moment to open them again but you didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t feel rushed.

When was the last time he hadn’t felt rushed while having sex? He couldn’t even remember. It was always about getting back to work as soon as possible or Valentino’s quick hits. It was never really about him. It was about getting rid of his boner or Valentino’s as soon as possible.

He liked this. He liked this feeling of. . . being cared for?

God, he was so fucking pathetic. He could feel tears filling his eyes as he reached for the lube on the bedside table.

“Are you alright, baby?” you asked. “Do you need to stop.”

“Fuck, please don’t.”

“Okay, we don’t have to stop. We can keep on going,” you said as you poured some lube into your hands. “You just keep on being a good boy for me, alright? You can cry if you need to, baby. It’s okay to cry, you know.”

That permission made it worse. He felt his face flush as tears began to stream down his face. This was pathetic. He was pathetic. He shouldn’t be crying. He’d rarely ever cried. Much less during sex, especially sex that he was enjoying.

“Can you bend your— oh, such a good boy,” you said.

You hooked his bent knees over your legs and pulled him into your lap.

You wrapped your hands, covered in warm lube (when was the last time someone had took the time to warm up lube before touching him?), around his cock and began slowly twisting your hands up and down. He couldn’t stop the weak thrusts.

“I’m sorry,” he said, repeating the phrase like a prayer.

“Shhhh, baby, it’s okay,” you told him, petting his thigh. “You take what you need. You’ve been so good for me. So good. You deserve it.”

“Fuck.”

He threw his head back against the pillow and then looked down at you. He immediately met your eyes, so soft and understanding. It made his stomach queazy.

He watched as his dick slowly was covered then revealed by your hand. It curved around him so perfectly, glistening with a mixture of lube and the pre-come he was leaking. You twisted your hand in just the right way.

You covered his cock and then revealed the head. You thumb lingered and smeared the pre-come at his tip. The point of your nail ever so gently grazed his hole and that’s what did it.

The lights flickered in the room as he spasmed and came. His screen went blank as he blacked out.

A few seconds later, he came to with you by his side with a glass. You tilted his head up and cupped your hand under his lips as you forced him to drink, any water that spilled was dropped in your hand.

You grabbed a cloth and wipes at his screen.

“Are you okay, baby? Was that good?” you asked and he could only mutely nod. “Good.”

You went to pull him into an embrace but stopped and looked down at your body. “Do you wanna clean me up or do you want me to do it?”

He followed your gaze and saw his come covering your torso, a bit of it even clinging to your bra. He leaned to lick it off you. You reclined onto the thrown of pillows and let him, stroking his shoulders and arms as he did.

He licked up to your bra and then was met with the rough contrast of the lace-like fabric compared to your smooth skin. He reached around and undid the bra. You let it fall and he licked where the come had been. Then he began sucking on your breasts.

“Oh, fuck,” this time it was you.

Spurred on, he reached down between your thighs and began stroking. You were wet, so fucking wet. His fingers slid through your folds with no hint of resistance.

He rolled your clit between two knuckles.

“Oh, so good for mommy,” you said as you continued petting him. “So good.”

He whined at both the praise and the title you had given yourself.

He began stroking you with a different purpose now. He needed you to come. He looked up at you, still sucking on your tit. He needed to see it.

Your breath quickened. Your pets turned into a tight hold. It was your turn to whine as your head rolled back and your mouth lulled open.

“So good! So good for me, baby, just like that,” you said right before you became incoherent. You groaned and moved up into his touch.

He went back to the tower feeling better than he could ever remember. The set you’d worn tucked into his pant pocket. You insisted, saying you had plenty of other sets. Who was he to refuse?

“Where the fuck have you been?” Velvette asked.

“Out,” he said as he walked passed her, in no mood for her screeching.

“For over two hours with your location turned off? You didn’t even answer your fucking phone,” Valentino said, voice raising to nearly as yell towards the end.

“Yes,” Vox said as he continued walking.

He heard Valentino laugh as he must have seen the lingerie set in his back pocket. “Were you really so busy fucking a hole that you couldn’t answer me? I hope they were good.”

“Better than you ever were,” Vox said before he closed his bedroom door, unwilling to let his lax mood be ruined.

A few months later, Vox was still going to see you. Absolutely hooked and you both knew it but so were you. You didn’t even made him pay but he still slipped money into your pocket or your bra so he wouldn’t have to face the fact that he was getting attached.

That was all thrown out the window when you released a new song. He wasn’t even halfway through watching the music video before he disappeared and found you, pulling you in for a bruising kiss and you knew exactly why.

The imagery in the music video was obvious. Pink smoke trying to creep into your studio only to be blocked, a deep blue body, TV screens everywhere. Then there were the lyrics:

I can give my babe affection without any type of infliction

You were just an intermission but I’m the center of attention

I’ve got him collared and leashed right where he needs to be

He’s down on his knees begging me with please

Better than any of his fantasies

Yeah, I’ve got his attention without infliction

#for the song I’m thinking chrissy chlapecka vibes just FYI #hazbin vox x reader #vox x reader

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You Sweet Dumb Thing

Ethan Landry is a family orientated guy.

He fucking loves his family, he would do anything for them, he would kill for them. Correction, Ethan was going to kill for them.

Him, his sister and father had it all figured out, their plan to kill Sam and Tara for the death of Richie was something they had planned for the past year. They had all the cogs in the right place and everything was moving smoothly.

That was until he met Y/N.

At first, the new girl in the group who managed to be loved by everyone didn’t change his mind at all. He still went about sharpening his knives and training secretly in the gym to make sure he was powerful enough to take someone down like Chad.

But then she started to weasel her way into a friendship with him, and in turn, his mind.

He hated it. The way she would smile at every single fucking person on the street, how she would offer to help anyone in the group with whatever they needed, how she would smile so widely when she laughed that her eyes squeezed close. He hated it and he hated her.

But that didn’t stop him from fantasising about her during class, at work, with Chad, at night, in the shower, in his bed, in his dreams. Every time he watched a romantic movie, he thought of her. Every time he read a book, he couldn’t process the words because she was covering his thoughts. Even when he had the apartment to himself and got the opportunity to touch himself in peace, she was still there, whispering his name and moaning as he stroked himself.

She consumed his mind that he started to forget about his plans with his family.

Slowly, Chad started to catch on and even began teasing Ethan about his crush on her. Poking his ribs with his elbow whenever she joined the group at their study table, raising his eyebrows whenever she directed a question at Ethan. Chad even went so far to try and wingman him at the halloween party.

~~~~~~~~~

“Look at you man! You’re a snack!” Chad yells over the music, alcohol affecting his system. “Practically an entire meal!”

He was being genuine and kind, but Ethan felt a little ridiculous in his handmade cardboard robot costume that he didn’t feel like anything but a child.

“Now look over there, see Y/N?” He’s pointing to the makeshift dance floor, the girl is question swaying her hips to the music. “How do you think she looks?”

“She’s gorgeous.”

Ethan used to hide his feelings for Y/N from Chad, scrunching his nose and shaking his head whenever Chad questioned him about why he would stare at her for so long. But now, he can’t hide it. Even Tara and Sam knew about his crush.

“Perfect!” Chad shouted, handing another shot to Ethan. “Go ask her out.”

“No, I can’t do that.”

“And why not?” Chad’s tipsy demeanour was making Ethan annoyed, the frat-jock stereotype didn’t even realise how far above them Y/N was.

She was dancing with some random girls she just met 20 minutes prior, laughing at what they were saying whilst trying to keep up with the beat of the song. Her short Princess Peach dress left little to the imagination, her hips moving seductively as she danced to the song.

“We’re friends, I can’t ruin that with her!” Ethan wishes they would stop talking about this, the music pounding on his ears that he has resorted to shouting so Chad could hear him. “And she’d say no.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

~~~~~~~~~

Ethan’s father killed Jason and Greg that night, those Ghostface killer wannabes had it coming and Ethan was annoyed they didn’t get to the boys earlier. Then Ethan’s father attacked Sam and Tara in the bodega, with a shotgun of all weapons.

Ethan, his sister and father were together in his father’s apartment, going over the next part of their plan. Quinn was frantic about who to kill next and that she wants to be the one to do it, Ethan stayed quiet.

“Ethan?” His father spoke up, softly punching his son's knee in an effort to gain some attention back to the conversation.

“Hmm?” Ethan looked up from his position hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped and eyes trained on the floor.

“What do you think?” His father questions, confused as to why his son, who was once obsessed with their plan, now was silent and mentally absent.

“Think of what?” Ethan tried to shake himself back to reality, sitting back on the sofa and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Quinn killing Y/N?”

It was like ice water was dumped over him, his heart stopped beating and his hands grew sweaty. He forced his face to stay neutral, trying his hardest to not give away any emotion.

“Why are we killing Y/N? She’s not an official member of the group.” Ethan’s voice wavered slightly, he hoped that his family didn’t notice. “And why as a solo kill?”

“We can’t have too many people in the apartment tomorrow night when you attack them.” Quinn spoke slowly, twirling her hair around her pointer finger. “Plus I think it’s best to get her out of the way before you try killing the group, you know, in case you freeze up when you see her.”

“Why would I freeze up?”

“Cause you’ve had a hard-on for her for months,” Quinn laughed, “it’s better if I do it tonight and get her out of the way for you.”

“No.” Ethan’s voice was harsh, fueled by anger and fear. His father and sister looked at him, their faces as confused as ever.

“No?” His father wanted desperately to try and understand his son in this moment.

“Quinn can’t kill her.” He knew that he would need to give a good explanation, a reason as to why he was messing up their plan. “I should kill her.”

“You don’t have the balls to do it.” Quinn scoffed, brushing off her brother’s attempt at being tough.

“I’ll fucking do it,” Ethan was looking at his father in the eye, “I need to have this.”

Somehow it worked, a mere hour later Ethan was turning the key Y/N gave him in its slot and pushed her apartment door open, creeping through the living room and towards her bedroom, and towards the sound of running water.

His Ghostface mask obscured his vision slightly but he could still take in the scene around him. Printed posters of her favourite movies covered the walls, colourful decor scattered the hallway. He entered her bedroom, knife in hand as he took in the scene.

Her bed was messy, some soft teddies thrown over the purple floral sheets. Ethan took off his mask to see the room better since this is the first time he’s ever been in it, he felt like he was walking on holy ground.

The brown haired boy pushed his curls from his eyes to look at the pictures she had on her walls - lots of her, Tara and Mindy, some of her and Chad, even some of her and his sister, Quinn.

The ones he stared at were the many pictures of himself and Y/N, a lot of them candids but some of them posed. He felt a surge of pride as he outranked Chad when it came to how many times he was featured on her wall.

The Ghostface mask and knife in his hands grew heavy, as if they were trying to actively fall out of his hands.

He can’t do this.

His thoughts here growing wild and anxious, overloaded with fear as to what he was preparing himself to do. Ethan can’t kill her, he would rather slit his own throat than do it to her. He even realised that he would rather kill someone for her.

The sound of the shower had stopped and Ethan began freaking out, it was now or never. But in that moment, he backed out. He was happy that he took this job from Quinn, but now he needed to find a way to get out and keep his family away from her.

The bathroom door began to open and Ethan knew it was too late for him to run, either she would catch him or someone else would. Instead, he stuffed the mask and knife under her bed haphazardly. The boy struggled with the black robe that covered his body, pulling it roughly over his head and also shoving it under her bed.

Then, quickly trying to find a way to explain why he was in her room, he walked over to her desk and started looking for her Econ notes, his cheeks were hot in anxiety and fear.

“Ethan?”

Her voice was soft and nervous, as if it wasn’t going to be him. Ethan’s shoulders tensed as he slowly turned around, an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Hey?”

“What are you doing?” She was dressed in a small top and even smaller underwear, the flimsy fabric of her top showed her nipples through the fabric whilst her underwear were dainty little lacy things that made Ethan feel hot.

“Why are you in my room?”

He realised he was ogling her, just staring at her body and she used her arms to cover her chest, not moving from her spot on the other side of the room.

“I’m so sorry.” Ethan pushed himself to say, darting his eyes down as he played with the paper containing her Econ notes in his hands. “I just needed to run in and grab your notes for Econ, I didn’t think you would be here.”

She didn’t say anything, just stared at him whilst trying to cover herself with her arms. He gulped in the silence, just staring down at his hands. She was probably doubting his excuse, wondering why he didn't send a text or ask for them the next day. Ethan’s mind was swirling with his stupidity, he should've just ran.

Ethan has imagined so many times being in Y/N’s room whilst she was wearing that exact outfit, but also in those dreams, he’s much more confident and makes a fucking move.

Now, he can’t even look at her. Too scared that if he takes in her body once more, he’ll get a boner and embarrass himself even further. Even thinking about the fact that she’s standing only 5 steps from him in a see-through top and lace underwear was making him hot and flustered.

He looked at his feet and saw his Ghostface mask poking out from underneath her bed, the knife next to it gleaming in the soft warm light of her bedside table lamp. Y/N was so stupid to be so defenceless, if only she knew how he had protected her from being stabbed to death by his sister, if only she knew of all the things he does for her. If Ethan wasn’t around, Y/N would be so lost, like a little kitten begging for shelter, and Ethan was the only person who could be that for her.

Y/N should be thankful for him.

A new feeling came over Ethan like a cloud rolling over the hills, powerful and daunting as the new darkness showed in his eyes. Confidence began to pump through the blood in his veins, giving him a new aura that even Y/N noticed.

Y/N’s demeanour changed from confused to scared, she had never seen Ethan like this. Her feet started to shuffle back, but the more distance she made between them, Ethan matched her steps and kept the distance.

“Ethan?” She sounded lost, it was like his name was the only word she knew. “Are you feeling good?”

The boy started to grin, closing the distance between them whilst Y/N tried to move further away. He could see it in her eyes, the soft glow of not just fear, but of heat that was spreading all over her body, Although she was stepping away from him, her chest was rising and falling rapidly in anticipation, her eyes were heavy and lidded, and her cheeks were blooming with splotches of red.

She wanted him.

“Do you have any idea how badly I've wanted to be alone with you? To see you like this?” Her back hit the wall and her hands broke apart from her chest to feel the wall behind her. “I’ve been so stressed out lately, please help me?”

“Help you how?” Y/N’s voice was deathly quiet, Ethan had almost missed it due to the blood pounding in his ears almost making him deaf. His brown eyes were pouring into hers, causing her to melt inwardly and her knees were starting to buckle.

“Be a good girl and let me touch you, yeah?”

He could see the range of emotions cross over her face, most of them were confusion and intrigue. Ethan will admit, the nerdy virgin facade he puts on isn't completely false, that definitely was him a year or so ago. But after Richie died, something snapped in the Kirsch family and Ethan grew out of the geek he used to be and became someone completely new, someone sure of themself and hollow.

But the nerd is who Y/N knew, who she was comfortable with. This new person in front of her wasn't the Ethan she was friends with, but he could tell she was turned on nonetheless. Ethan’s body was now pressed up against her, his hands on either side of her head whilst he lowered his lips to ghost over her skin. Her breath hitches as he knows she can feel how hard he is against her, her hips involuntarily bucking.

“You need to tell me you want this.” Even though Ethan was putting on a cool demeanour, he couldn’t help the anxious pumping of his heart at the idea that she’ll say no and push him away.

He waited with baited breath until she nodded her head, it was slight and nervous but it was all he needed before his teeth sunk into her neck, pulling at the skin and hoping to leave a mark.

Y/N moaned loudly into the still silence of the room, her hands flying to pull on his hair, either to pull him away or urge him on, Ethan didn’t know. His brain was foggy from the lust, acting on his primal instincts with the need to own her. Y/N’s panting filled his ears, her hips moving softly against his own.

“Keep going.” Ethan was boarding on being domineering and demanding, to being whiny and pathetic. “Please let me feel you.”

The girl took his words and began grinding herself onto him, heavy and lusty pants. The friction was making Ethan needy and it was making Y/N beg for more. Ethan’s lips were biting the skin on her shoulder and neck, hands reaching underneath the top to tug at her boobs.

“Please,” her head was thrown back as she was desperate for air, “please, Ethan.”

She could feel his smile against her skin, “what do you want, baby?”

“Please.” Her lips were brushing against his temple, the curls tickling her. “Kiss me, touch me, do something.”

“Anything for you.”

Ethan’s mouth crashed onto hers, his tongue already slipping past her lips. It was breathy and hot, teeth clashing as the kiss was too fast for them to even understand. God, Y/N was such a pretty thing but Ethan knew she was trying hard to keep up.

“Take your time,” his right hand left the wall beside her head and started playing with the lace at the border of her underwear, the little bow sewn into the pink fabric gaining some attention from his middle finger. “Let me show you what I can do for you.”

His middle finger moved from the bow and down, touching her through the fabric of her underwear. His fingers reached her pussy through the soft and thin fabric, her wetness already soaking the fabric. It made Ethan laugh; how easily she could get wet for him and he hadn’t even done anything.

“Do you need me here?” Ethan already knew the answer, he just wanted the ego boost of her saying it aloud.

“Mhm.” Her voice was soft and her eyes were screwed shut, but he wanted more.

“Say it.” Ethan’s tone was darker, almost like a yell with how quiet they had both been previously.

“I need you to touch me, Ethan.” Y/N pulled his hair and dragged his face closer, sealing their lips together in a heated his once more before panting out, “please touch me, baby.”

Ethan felt like he could have made her cum through her underwear with how desperate she was for him, but he wasn't that cruel. The boy dipped his fingers past the waistband and dragged them through the wetness between her folds, earning a short and stifling gasp of air from Y/N. She felt so soft, like nothing he’s ever touched before. He moved his two fingers through her slick, his thumb coming down to circle her clit and being awarded with a moan from her, still pressed to his lips.

Ethan pulled away from her lips with a groan, realising how lightheaded his baby was becoming from the kiss, only clumsily moving her lips against his. A soft smile graced his features, spit covering his lips as little heart eyes replaced his pupils.

Y/N panted as she waited for him to say something, but then his index finger pushed into her. He curled it slowly, pumping it in and out before filling her with another one. Y/N’s hands moved from his hair and held onto his shoulders, pulling him closer as her legs were starting to give out. He groans, revelling in the way she reacts to him.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” Ethan whispers, more for his own ears than Y/N’s as she wasn’t even paying attention to him. Instead she was pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck, a physical plea for him to continue.

Her breathing was heavy, whining in pain as his fingers picked up the pace as he stretched her out. Her brain was foggy and numb from the feeling, Ethan can tell from the way she only moans as a reply. She’s clawing at Ethan’s neck as she kisses him, begging him for more than what he is giving her.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl.” The words of affirmation stirred a need inside her, pushing her to buck her hips and match the movement of his fingers. “Taking me so well.”

Ethan curls his fingers and quickens his pace, fucking her harder with just his fingers. He looked at her face and began ingraining this moment in his memory of how she looks - the way her eyes were glazing over and her jaw went slack with each thrust, his lips so pillowy and wet that he could imagine them taking his dick.

Just when Y/N began tightening around Ethan’s fingers, he pulled them out and caught her with his other arm as she practically fell to the floor. Her body hot and sweaty but not satisfied. She looked up at Ethan just to witness him put his fingers in his mouth to taste her, holding eye contact sharp and steady.

“Want you to finish around me.”

It was all the explanation Ethan gave her before walking backwards so his legs hit the edge of the bed, sitting down and pulling her underwear down before placing her on top of him. She moaned at the friction of her being bare against his rough jeans, mindlessly rubbing herself over his crotch that was now growing and straining against the fabric.

“You like this, don’t you?” Ethan asks her, using his hands to guide her desperate and sloppy movements. “Bet none of the words I’m saying right now are getting through your pretty little head, huh?”

Ethan’s eyes darkened as the image of Y/N getting herself off on his lap was not only something he constantly daydreamed about, but was now a reality. His dick, now frantic to be touched itself, pushed Ethan to turn them around and lay her on the bed.

He took his time taking off his clothes, watching as she squirms on the bed in anticipation. His awkwardly tall body cages her in as he hovers above her, she’s so delicate and pliable, something that he needs to protect.

Ethan holds himself at Y/N’s entrance, rubbing his head through her folds and gathering enough of her slick that he could’ve came right then and there. He held eye contact as he pushed himself in, both groaning at the sensation and whimpering from how good they both felt.

Y/N was like a dream, so easy and manipulatable, she would let Ethan do anything to her right in this moment. His trusting, darling girl.

Ethan started moving with fervent need, her boobs rubbing against his chest with every motion, causing him to become whiny. She tightened around him so good, her small gasps of air and kisses to his neck were so loving. All he wanted to do was pound into her so fast, to hear her screaming of pleasure and ruin her for any other man.

But she deserved sweet, sticky and hot sex to keep her in a daze whilst he killed her friends in a few hours. Then he can come back and ruin her for good, fucking her whilst she cried - about her friends or because of what he was doing to her, Ethan didn’t care. He controlled himself by gripping the sheets, squeezing the flower patterned fabric until in threatened to tear.

“So good.” She moaned, one hand tugging on his hair and the other scraping down his back. “Please, Ethan.”

It was obvious Y/N wanted something, her mind just too cockdrunk and dumb that she couldn’t form words properly.

“You sweet, dumb thing.” He groaned into her neck, one hand in her hair whilst the other dipped down to circle her clit. “Nothing is going through your head but me, yeah?”

She just nodded, mumbling incoherent words and crying to some higher deity. Ethan’s hips started snapping with a newfound speed, pulling in and out of her so quickly that even he was starting to grow stupid from how good she felt, how well she was taking him. His groans turned into whimpers as he buried his head in her neck and continued his previous assault, biting her and marking her up.

Y/N’s hips were bucking to the same rhythm of his, matching his speed whilst squeezing around him in anticipation for her release.

“That’s a good girl.” Although Ethan’s words were confident, his delivery was breathy and submissive. “Taking me so good.”

Y/N started to tear up, the feeling of Ethan touching all over her body was almost too much. His mouth came to her face to kiss her tears away, pressing his lips to hers so she could taste the salty liquid as they kissed, soaking up her moans and whimpers with his mouth.

Ethan broke apart from the kiss and let his head fall back into the crook of her neck, catching a glimpse of the Ghostface mask and knife under her bed. The mask looked back at Ethan, a symbol of the rules he was breaking in this very moment. His father and sister would be livid if they found out what Ethan decided to do when he promised he was going to slit Y/N’s neck.

But the way she was squeezing around him, tugging at his hair and clawing at his back, legs wrapped around him and pinning his body close to her, the small sounds of pleasure that forced its way past her pretty plush lips. More importantly, the feeling of himself inside her, he could even see it, the bulge in her belly showing itself every time he pushed in, then disappearing when he pulled back out.

It all felt better than any kill has.

“Ethan,” Y/N huffed, “I’m gonn- I’m close.”

The lovesick girl had her eyes screwed shut so she couldn’t see Ethan push the Ghostface mask further underneath the bed so he could continue his assault on her, quickening his pace and bending down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and biting on it.

Tears rolled down her face harder, pouring out of her eyes and she could barely get any words out. Almost as if he found a button within her, Y/N gasped and tightened around him, walls convulsing as she came around his cock. Her face in a state of bliss with her contractions around him have Ethan following not so far from behind, his moans and whimpers of pleasure hot in her ear.

And in this moment Ethan had realised that if it came to it, he would kill everyone, including his own family, to keep her.

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 1 year ago

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Sway Me Now

Billy Butcher Masterlist

Summary: For one mission, they have to work together. But after last time, can Butcher really trust her? As tension grows, they inevitably end up on the dance floor and have to dance to keep their cover. And right there, all the anger turns into something else. Can they really finish up the mission now? Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader Rating: 18+ Warning: implied smut but nothing explicit, The Boys level of violence, ennemy to lovers, tension, sexual tension, anger, dancing, fighting Word Count: 3946 A/n: This fic was requested by @mightyhemsworthy! So sorry it took so long!

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It wasn't his idea. Truth was, he was completely and irrevocably against it. But Hughie had the annoying capacity to convince everyone, including him. As soon as he used his secret weapon, his puppy eyes, everyone flinched.

"It's a shitty idea," he repeated for the hundredth time. Running his hand slowly through his beard, Butcher looked in the mirror to observe himself from all angles. He hadn't worn anything this fancy in so long.

The costume was very beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The black fabric was soft to the touch, a little reflective, showing its expensive price. The white button up shirt was a little tight so Butcher didn't hesitate to untie his bow tie to loosen a button.

"Who would have thought you could rock a suit."

Butcher closed his eyes and let out a long, telling sigh. That voice, he could never forget it.

"Who the fuck let you in, luv?"

His eyes still closed, Butcher turned to face the woman who haunted his nights… Both in a good and in a bad way.

"The little guy with the blue eyes. He's the one that called me and begged me to come here for your shitty plan."

Butcher's lips twitched in an uncomfortable spasm. Why did it have to be her, out of all the possible choices?

"Not. My. Plan," Butcher finally opened his eyes to place them on the woman in front of him. And for once, he was glad he could keep an unfazed face in any situation, because the view in front of him...

Y/n was leaning against the door frame. Her silhouette illuminated by the light behind her made her look like an angel… but he knew the demon hidden behind her beauty. She wore a red dress so tight, the fabric looked and probably felt like a second skin. The length came below her knees, but there was a slit on the side that went up to her hip, exposing her leg. Butcher couldn't help but stare at that bare part, exposed flesh that made him salivate. After long seconds of impossible scenarios passing through his mind, he managed to raise his eyes. The top of the dress was low cut just enough to show off her assets but also hid some to leave room for the imagination.

To finish up her look, her hair was curled and tied in a bun, small strands falling on either side of her face.

So lost in the contemplation of the woman in front of him, Butcher didn't immediately notice that she was doing the same to him. Her eyes roamed up and down her body, burning and interested in the sight.

He wasn't used to being looked at like that. Not in a long time, at least. Feeling himself losing control over her expressions, Butcher cleared her throat to bring the focus back to what was important and what she was there for. The mission.

Y/n was biting her lip in interest when he spoke.

"Did Hughie tell you his plan?"

“Alright. So the target’s name is Edmundo Rodriguez. I texted you a picture.”

Sitting at the bar, Butcher was sipping a nice glass of strong whiskey when M.M's voice rang loudly in his ear. By reflex, he tried to remove the piece from his ear, but a hand was faster and stopped him.

“We got the picture,” the person next to him muttered discreetly against her wrist, her silver bracelet hiding the microphone allowing her to communicate with the base of operations. The truck was parked further on the road outside the manor, M.M and Hughie ready to guide them if necessary. Y/n slid the phone on the counter by his drink so Butcher glanced at it quickly.

“That motherfucker looks like all the other motherfucking in here, how the hell are ye gunna find him, eh?”

“I don’t care how you do!” M.M's voice once again sounded loudly in his ear. Butcher grimaced. He definitely hated this plan. Hated the mission. “Just do it. Target should be in the VIP section.”

“Sure thing, we just need to get in there now, do we?”

Turning his head to the left and then the right, Butcher mentally noted everything around him again. The room was full of people, cocktails in hand, dancing, talking and laughing out loud. A real bunch of money cows, good at milking the poor to fill their pockets. And they called that event a charity gala? It stank of scam.

The phone disappeared from the counter as Y/n grabbed it. Butcher followed the gesture and watched her put it back in her bag. Again, his breath got caught in his throat at the beauty of the woman next to him, and his frustration grew.

“Are you gonna stop being a baby for one night?” She sighed, turning to him completely. After crossing one leg above the other, she leaned against her hand, her elbow against the counter. She narrowed her eyes at him, clearly judging him with her gaze.

“Only when you’ll stop being a greedy bitch,” Butcher replied, mimicking her posture to face her as well. He grabbed his glass and put it to his lips, but decided not to drink from it at the last second. “Why are you even here eh? We don't need ya, like we didn't need ya last time either.”

"Oh, if that's how you say thank you, then fuck you!" Straightening slightly, Y/n swiveled towards the bar to order a drink, but Butcher interrupted her.

“I won’t say thank you, hun, not after what you did last time.”

“You’re still mad about that!”

This time, the two were face to face, standing on their feet, their faces so close they could feel each other’s body heat.

“I’ll always be mad that you betrayed us and joined the fucking enemy.”

The only reason she could answer him at the same height was the 4 inch heels that adorned her feet. “You know why I did that!” Noticing she was raising her voice, Y/n looked around. Her gaze wandered behind Butcher for a moment, then she grabbed his arm to pull him even closer to her. “Now's not the fucking time. I'm there, like it or not,” she whispered, her face so close he could admire every detail of her beautiful eyes. “The guards are looking at us, we're making a scene and getting too much attention so you’re gonna shut up and follow my lead.”

Butcher had no time to protest or answer, he was being dragged on the dance floor. Once they were in the middle, Y/n looked to the left where the guards were and Butcher followed her gaze discreetly. Indeed, three men were staring intently at them. Cursing himself for accepting the mission, and more importantly, agreeing to go with her, Butcher didn’t notice the song had changed. He understood only when he felt his hands switch places to end up against a fabric that was soft to the touch. Turning his head in front of him, his eyes widened as he noticed he was now holding her waist.

“Follow my lead,” Y/n hissed through her teeth. Already, her hips were moving side to side and she was raising her arms to wrap them around Butcher's neck. Caressing the back of his head, she moved closer to him enough to press her chest against his torso. Still in shock of having her so close, Butcher didn't move. A strong pain in the foot brought him back to him with a choked moan of pain. "Sway me now!"

She was crushing his foot with her heel? Perfect! He was awake now.

Suavemente, bésame

Que quiero sentir tus labios

Besándome otra vez

Prior to The Boys, Butcher had been to many events that required dancing. To not embarrass and shame Becca, he had learned and practiced relentlessly. It had been a while now since his last dance, his body responding to the movements by remaining rather stiff, but it was enough. And the confused but satisfied expression of the woman in his arms confirmed he wasn’t too bad at it.

Cuando tú me besas

Me siento en el aire

Por eso cuando te veo

Comienzo a besarte

One foot in front of him, Y/n moved hers back and they repeated the movement a couple of times to the beat of the song, swaying their hips. Then, Butcher grabbed Y/n's hand, kissed it quickly before spinning her on herself several times. After a few turns, he grabbed her against him and helped her down to the ground by holding her hands. Y/n slid, one leg in front and the other behind as she did the splits. Applause sounded around them, but neither paid attention to their spectators. Once on the ground, Y/n stuck her legs together and Butcher spun her around to build momentum and lift her up. With a strong, precise movement, she seemed to fly through the air for a moment, her legs splitting again but in the air this time.

Y si te despegas

Yo me despierto

De ese rico sueño

Que me dan tus besos

Suavemente

Grabbing her by the waist, Butcher gently helped her land on her feet. Then, they pulled back, Y/n moving her hips and caressing her body as she kept her gaze on her partner. Pointing at him, she motioned for him to come closer, which Butcher did, a smile on the corner of his lips. Swaying, he advanced towards the young woman so that she ended up in his arms again. His hands rested on her waist again, but the heat had already risen too much, and his fingers wandered lower on her body, inviting her to sway her hips even more.

It was hot. Their bodies touched more often than they stayed apart. The two were sweating as the song struggled to finish. The 4 minutes of the song felt like an eternity, but soon, that eternity was over. The song ended as Butcher rocked Y/n backward against his arm. Her hair, surprisingly still in her bun even after the dance, tickled his arm. Her back was arched perfectly and he was holding one of her legs with his other hand.

The sound of their rapid breathing filled the room full of people watching them, but it felt like there were only two left in the world. Nothing existed anymore, nothing could reach them in the bubble they were in. The tension was palpable, the dancing had warmed them both up in a way they hadn't expected. Of course, Butcher knew how incredibly beautiful Y/n was. And sexy. Fuck, she was so hot. But that moment they had lived... It felt more than that.

Butcher stared at Y/n's lips with one longing...

His face moved closer and closer to hers, and she didn't do anything to stop him. He could feel her breath on his lips, feel the fruity scent of her lip gloss tickle his nose, they were so close… when a round of applause startled him.

Butcher was getting his dance partner back on her feet when a voice rang in his ear.

“Nice way to get attention, well done.” He had no idea how they saw the dance back in the truck, but they knew and it made Butcher lose focus once more.

Y/n was faster than him and leaned over to salute and thank the crowd. Butcher did the same, and then the band resumed the songs and people started talking as if nothing had happened.

Time seemed to slow down as the dance looped through his head. People talked to him, but he didn’t listen to any of them. He could almost taste them, her lips, feel their warmth on his… And he wanted to. So bad. God, he was screwed. He only hoped she didn’t notice how strong her hold was on him and how bad he wanted her. That would be fucking embarrassing.

"Y/n-" Butcher turned his head towards her, but she wasn't near him anymore. He blinked a few times and looked around, panic slowly rising in him. She was there and then, gone. Raising his watch to his mouth, Butcher let his fear pour out.

“M.M! I lost Y/n!”

“Relax,” the voice answered. “You spaced out for a while Butcher. She’s doing her job. Look towards the bar.”

A long sigh of relief escaped Butcher's lungs when he found the red dress among the people sitting at the bar. He was walking towards her when he finally noticed that she was not alone. Sitting next to her, a man was talking to her. Although he was far away and the man had his back turned to him, Butcher could still notice the smirk stamped on his face as he looked at her, his big stubby hand going up on Y/n's thigh. His dirty fingers slid through the slit of the dress to caress her leg… And that was his limit.

Butcher saw red. Not waiting a moment, he rushed to the bar, pushing the other guests around without worrying about attracting attention. He was almost there when a waiter stepped directly into his path.

“Un entrée vous ferait-il plaisir, monsieur?”

Butcher recognized his voice before realizing that the server was speaking French. “Frenchie, get out my way now.”

“Saw your little dance there, impressionnant,” Frenchie, disguised as a waiter, nodded. Of course, they had to send him inside in case something turned bad. That was how M.M knew about the dance, Frenchie had a great time describing what he was seeing. “But now’s not the time to screw your cover. Take a little pain crouté and let her work.”

“I don’t care about your food!” Drowning in his anger, Butcher's hand went off on its own and the plate filled with probably very expensive appetizers flew through the air to end on the floor in a deafening din. Of course, this caught everyone's attention, including the guards, the man at the bar, and Y/n. “Leave me alone Frenchie,” Butcher hissed through his teeth. Frenchie lowered his head, muttered something in French and left. Butcher was about to continue on his way to the bar when a hand landed on his chest to stop him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Y/n whispered and glanced behind her where she had left the man. She quickly waved at him to let him know it would take her a moment and then turned to Butcher. “Why are you making a fucking scene!”

“Why are you flirting with the first guy you see, eh?!” Butcher clenched his fists, casting a hateful gaze toward the bar and the man.

"Are you fuckin-" Not finishing her sentence, Y/n grabbed Butcher by the wrist and led him out of the room. Once they were in an empty hallway, she stopped and turned to him. Certain she would only try to find more excuses for her actions, Butcher was surprised to see that look on her face.

Her beautiful eyes were sad, filled with overflowing tears. Her eyebrows were furrowed, clearly disappointed in his behavior. She let go of his wrist and Butcher felt the chill creep up his spine as she pulled the phone out of her bag to show him the photo.

“Why are you showing me the target again!” He exclaimed, raising his voice louder than he liked.

“Because I was with him at the bar! Are you blind?!”

“I knew it, you’re gunna go with the enemy again!” Clapping his hands over his head, Butcher was about to leave the mansion, fuck the mission, when a hand forced him to stay put.

“How can you think I would- I was seducing him to get the fucking key! Yanno, for the safe that contains the fucking documents we need to destroy Vought!”

Butcher lowered his hands. It was like his body weighed a ton and gravity was pulling him down. He hadn't thought of that. However, that didn't calm the anger he had been feeling ever since he saw her again.

“How do you want me not to think that after last time!” No matter how hard he tried to calm down, the anger and that negative feeling ate up inside him like an ever-growing black cloud.

Pain passed over Y/n's face. Her eyes filled with water again. No tears rolled down her cheeks though.

“I had no choice…”

Her voice had become so quiet, he had difficulty understanding her. "What?"

“Last time. Monaco. I had no choice. They had my dad, and if I didn’t give them the documents…” Lowering her head, a lock of her bun finally fell over her eyes. “I didn’t want to… But I had to save my dad.” When she lifted her head, a single tear spilled out of her eye and started rolling down her cheek, but she wiped it away before it could sink too low.

“Why did you never tell me?” Butcher's voice was softer now. Although the betrayal was still fresh, he could understand. He would have done the same for Becca. He would betray his own team for the one he loved, no hesitation.

“Cause I failed that too,” she shrugged and smiled sadly. Her mouth opened to add something but her gaze shifted to the side and her eyes widened. "Oh shit."

“So that’s where you were, Cariño…” Butcher closed his eyes, a silent “fuck” mimed on his lips. Turning slowly, he got face to face with the man from the bar, the target, Edmundo Rodriguez. And he wasn’t alone. Three guards accompanied him, all armed with weapons. Edmundo shook his head and sighed. “What a shame it has to end before I can own you.” Butcher could feel a shiver of disgust and hatred wash over him at those words. “Oh, you wanted this, perhaps?” Raising a hand, Edmundo passed it through his sweater to pull out a chain and at the end of the chain, a key. The one they needed. “You thought me stupid. Tried to rob me. But who’s dumb now eh? Corpses don’t do well in stealing. Kill them.”

“Oh fuckin finally some action I’m good at.” Butcher smiled darkly. As the guards closed in on them, Butcher pulled off his far too expensive jacket and grabbed the gun hidden behind his back to point it at the nearest guard. However, he was already in front of him and with a quick swing, disarmed Butcher. His weapon fell to the ground and slid away much to the dismay of the man who took a punch in the face. His whole body twisted from the force of the hit and his mouth filled with blood. "Oh. You shouldn’t have done that.” Turning his head towards the guard, Butcher offered a bloody smile that made him take a few steps back. The guard had fear shining in his eyes… Even if he was the one with the gun. "Oh, don't be scared," Butcher was still smiling.

It happened so quickly, the guard didn't stand a chance. Butcher grabbed him by the sweater with one hand, the other grabbed the wrist that held the gun, and in a strong and precise movement, headbutted him right in the nose.

A crack was heard, followed by a scream.

Clearly stunned by the hit, the guard staggered and he put a hand to his face. Butcher took the opportunity to hit his knee with his feet, a strong and precise kick that bent his leg at an angle that shouldn't be possible. More cracks and yells of pain were heard. The guard fell to the floor screaming, his gun falling from his hand, and Butcher didn't hesitate to press his foot against his throat and pressed. Purple slowly crept into the guard’s face as he squirmed under the boot, trying to get free and get oxygen. But Butcher didn’t let go.

A gunshot sounded so close to his ear that Butcher had the instinct to duck, but the bullet missed its target. Looking behind him, he could see that the fight wasn’t over. One of the guards was pointing his gun at him, and if he missed the first shot, he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Butcher was ready to drop to the ground, praying the bullets would miss him, but it wasn't necessary. Because one moment the guard was standing with a gun pointed at Butcher, and the next he was falling on the floor with a knife stuck in his throat. A few feet away from him stood Y/n, the covered side of her leg raised to show a belt filled with small knives strapped to her thigh.

"That's hot," Butcher couldn't help but say as Y/n picked up another knife and threw it at the last guard. Since the guard was busy dealing with knives being thrown at him, Butcher could pick up the gun the guard dropped, but it was unnecessary. Because one second later, Y/n skilfully jumped on the guard to stab him in the throat until he fell to the ground, motionless and choking in his own blood.

“Where’s Edmundo?” She asked, straightening her dress as if nothing had happened. She was barely disheveled, no cuts or wounds and above all, no drop of blood was on her person.

“I don’t care.”

Leaving the gun on the floor since he didn’t need it anymore, Butcher took the few steps that separated him from Y/n to immediately place his hands on her waist and pressed his lips to hers. It took her breath away, both with the force and the surprise of the intense kiss. She didn’t wait a second to respond, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. A low moan echoed in his ears as he slammed her against the wall, their lips parting just long enough for her to jump up and wrap her legs around his hips. "You're so fuckin hot," Butcher sighed and without waiting, brought his lips to hers again. One of his hands was used to support her while the other did not hesitate to slide under the slit of the dress to caress and grip her thigh.

The kiss was wild and filled with a longing and frustration that the two constantly felt. So needless to say, it only took a few moments for Butcher to undo his pants just enough to have access to what he needed.

Meanwhile, a French waiter who didn’t really have his place in this kind of event had intercepted a panicked person who was running towards the guardhouse. With a quick kick and a precise punch, he knocked him down, dragged him to a quiet place, bound and gagged him and finally, stole his key. Proud of himself for getting the key, he started searching for the two people under cover to tell them the good news. The mission was over, they had to leave before someone realized what happened.

After a while of searching, Frenchie finally found them…

Right in the middle of the hallway, caught up in an activity he wished he had never seen.

“Ah! Non, non non non! Not today! I’ll wait in the car!” Frenchie started to walk away, both hands raised in despair. But as the moans reached his ears, he cringed and shouted without turning back: “No, better than that, when you are done, just call a taxi! Au revoir!”

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misguidedasgardian · 4 months ago

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Wild Cats (part IV)

MASTERLIST

Summary: It was true, strength did came in numbers

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, cannibalism,

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Is it the name of the fic? I thought we all loved Daryl :(

“Hi, I’m Maggie”, she presented herself to you, and you shook her hand, she must have been around your age

“(y/n)”, you answered back with a shy smile

“Glenn”, she presented, pointing at the man who spoke first

“Now, we need to get ready, we are not going to make it easy on them”, said Rick, “grab anything you can and turn it into a weapon”

“I have some knives”, you said, they all looked at you amazed, and you took a knee and from your big ass boots you took two blades. You handed one to Rick.

Everyone got to work, and it was kind of fun, you made weapons out of everything, most of them took their belts off and use the metal part to make brass knuckles, and Ruck started trying to break the wooden edge of the door to make a stake

The boots you had on were a heavy duty boot, with a rubber edge and soles, and then a thick leather shin. Now that it was getting heated they were a bother, but once a walker tried to munch at your feet and it couldn't because of it. They allowed you to store things in them, you took out their laces and… well, you didn’t know what you were going to do with them but you already had a knife so you just wrapped your knuckles with them.

Daryl was by your side, making his own weapons, you looked at him, wondering if he was good with a knife, anybody could be better than you

“Are you good with a knife?”, you asked him, he looked at you like he wanted to bite your head off when you offered him your knife

“Keep it”, he said

“You have to be better than me using it”, you said, the weapon hanging in the air between you, just when a light hit you from above. A trap door on the roof of the cart.

“Everyone ready!”, Rick screamed but they only dropped what it looked like a gas can inside

“Be careful!”, someone screamed, as it started to release gas.

“DON’T BREATHE THAT!”, you ran to the back of the cart, protecting your face with the inside of your arm, the knife had been lost in the confusion, and you didn’t have time to look for it, everyone in the cart dropped heavily to the ground

When you came to your senses you felt people walking around you, speaking, their voices became more clear as they were as confused as you were.

You raised your head and looked around the cart, the visibility was already poor, but even now you could see… there was people missing

“Rick is gone!”, said Michonne

“Glenn!”, called Maggie

“Daryl”, you muttered when the archer was nowhere to be found.

“Bob”, called a woman

You stood up again, heavily, you looked at the ground of the cart but the blade was missing, you only hoped Daryl had took it, and not those fuckers.

“What are those sickos going to do with them?”, someone asked.

“We need to see if we can open that thing“, you said looking up, “you! big guy”, you spoke at the big ginger man, he nodded, grabbing you quickly and raising you without further questions. Michonne was there in a second to help him to give you a steady grip, so you could use the strength in half your body to tray and open that trap door. You couldn’t, so you help the man that you learned was called Abraham to raise Michonne this time, but she didn’t have any luck either.

“We need to get out of here, we need to find them before…”

You then jumped to the door and all of you together tried to open it. There was eight of you, still, you couldn’t make it work

It was Rosita now who wanted to be lift up to reach the trap door, and then, between four of you, managed to lift Abraham himself, but not even he could open it.

Just as you were trying to open the big door again. You heard a loud explosion, that shook the entire terrain

“What was that?”, you asked, Maggie stuck her head to the door, and even you who were just standing could hear the gunshots.

“They are under attack!”, she said

“That works in our benefit”, said Rosita

“Do you think that the guys are doing this?”, you asked

“No I don’t think so”, muttered Maggie

But you didn’t have to wonder anymore, someone opened the door and you prepared yourself to jump at whomever was behind it.

But it was Rick and Daryl

“Someone is attacking, come on let’s go!”, he yelled and you all jumped out of there.

It was mayhem. Smoke, walkers coming in, gunshots far away, pandemonium

“Get armed as fast as you can!”, commanded Rick, and you put your knife up and slayed a walker that was coming for you, as you kept together as a group. “kill whoever you see, they will try to kill you”

You were not an idiot, -despite what people who just got to know you might think-, you just didn’t want to accept it, you didn’t, those sickos might only want you to rob you and shit

But you threw up, when you saw… There was a huge pile of human remains on the outside part of one of the warehouses. And they did not look rotten, they were not walker’s remains, those were human, -human- remains.

“We ain’t got time for tha”, muttered Daryl, grabbing you by the arm, and pulling you with him. You had noticed that he had the tendency and grabbing you to encourage you to keep moving, to make sure you did move.

“They were going to eat us?”, you asked, disgusted

“These are some sick bastards”, you did not ask him what they saw in there, you didn’t have the time.

Your heart was beating fast, you could hear it inside of you. The reality of the moment sinking in, everyone but the people who were in the wagon with you were enemies, and the place was just crawling with moving entities, either dead or alive and they all wanted you dead.

You moved like ninjas through the building, following Rick like he was the chosen one, maybe he was, it certainly felt like it.

He signaled both to stop as you saw a group of those sickos gunning at walkers. You waited until the last one passed by, Rick grabbed him and killed him swiftly, then he shot at their backs. You all jumped and weaponized yourself with their guns before the walkers had those who were still agonizing. A fitting death, you’ll suppose

You had seen it before, but it will never stop hunting you, walkers tearing people alive. The screaming came quickly too.

“Come on!”, Daryl screamed, and you did, you ran like hell. When you were passing by a dead dude, you saw your ax on his belt of his half eaten body, you grabbed it quickly and slain the walker that just turned.

You lost your backpack too, those bastards took it, you still had things from your… previous life, but… there was no point in holding onto that sort of thing, right?

You preferred to use the ammunition against the living, so as you ran you tried to take down as many walkers as you could, you felt gazes on you. But nobody said anything as you made your way to freedom.

You barely noticed, it came at you, and you just, shot it in the head

Only when it hit the ground did you realize it wasn’t a walker, it was a human being, who you just slaughtered.

Funny, you had been with Rick’s group for a week and you quadrupled your body count for a year.

But it was a cannibal psychopath, so you hoped that fact would make you feel better.

You all went to the nearest fence, as some of you covered you when the others jumped, before this whole thing started you were ashamed to admit you had never been really athletic, and even more so when you had trouble to jump the fence, but without even asking someone pushed you up, no questions asked, and you in turn, when you landed, helped the others pass.

You managed to get out of there, weaponized and all, and you left those psychos behind as you ran for the forest

Your heart was still racing, the adrenaline had taken a hold on you and you could say you came out unscathed as you took cover behind the treeline

Everyone was still on-guard, pointing their guns around.

“We need to recover, and come back”, said Rick, you looked back at him like he had two heads

“It’s being overrun!”, said Daryl, and you watched as a big horde of walkers took the territory as their own, “it’s still on fire!”

“If even one of them is alive… they might come back for us”, he said. He did have a point

You only nodded s you started to fill nausea creeping up your throat, you took a couple of steps away from then and you just kept throwing up, the adrenalin having forsaken you

“I don’ think we are going nowhere naw”, you beard Daryl say.

“I’m sorry”, you whined, Tara, who you just met, came to comfort you, rubbing your back. “It’s just… those were some sick bastards”

“We should get out of here”, said someone you couldn’t quite recognize, and they started arguing

“They are armed to the teeth if we go back maybe we can get more weapons”, fought Abraham

Then, a woman approached the group, she was covered in dried blood, and weaponized to the teeth, and when they saw her, Daryl jumped in her arms and hugged her tightly.

Rick, Michonne, and Carl also were happy to see her, so she must be a part of their group, the one they lost, unlike Abraham, Rosita, Eugene and Tara, who, just like you, were new as well.

“You need to come with me”, she said, and you all got no choice but to follow her, and you wanted to put much distance between you and Terminus

You walked through the woods, and some dark thoughts started creeping on you

Were you doing the right thing by staying with them? You could tell there was strength in numbers but still you couldn’t help but wonder. Since you met the group you had encountered two hostile groups and almost got killed and eaten, you had killed people, more in a week than you had in over a year since this madness started. What does that tell you?

Maybe it would have been best if you just silently walked away. You hadn't noticed, but you slowed down your steps and you got placed last in your group, you watched ahead all those heads, waking forwards.

Oh you were so scared

You were upping the stakes here, big time. More people, more affection you could get and you knew all too well what happened when you believed you were safe and happy.

Oh gods

You almost got eaten today, by people, actual people.

But if you had been alone you would have walked right into the trap and got eaten anyways… no chance of escaping because you were alone…

You could walk away right now and nobody would mind or care… well it was only a few days until you had met them, but still, if you could only have a little sign that this was the right way to go…

“Hey!”, you raised your eyes to see Daryl looking at you, “what are ya’ doin’? this isn’t a stroll through the woods”, he said, always so angry at you

What that your sign? He sighed when you stepped up your pace and walked by his side, he always seemed so frustrated with you, but in some sick way, you didn't mind his gruffness.

“Sorry”, you mumbled.

“Don’t stay behind”, said Rick, “I know what just happened upset you, and I don’t want you to get distracted, walk with us”, he said softly, and you nodded. Yes, you were doing the right thing.

You walked until you saw a small cabin right in front of you. A big man came out of it, holding a baby. As soon as he saw him, Rick and Carl sprint full speed towards him, Rick took the baby from the man’s arms and hugged her with Carl

“A baby!”, you said happily, it’s been so long since you have seen one, and this one was adorable, “she is a cutie”, you murmured. You felt the gaze of Dixon in you, but you didn’t dare to look back at him

“It’s his daughter”, said the quiet man, Bob, and you smiled even more widely.

This was certainly a stronger sign, right?

You used to find babies really annoying, but now, in this context? It was like a small ray of hope. Like a representation of the most undeniable truth: nature always finds a way.

Now you were just quoting Jurassic Park

Post chapter notes: I feel like these are like filler chapters, but I’m setting a foundation here, and Daryl is a bit mean to reader but that also has some explanation.

#misguidedcats #misguidedtwd #daryl dixon #twd daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl twd #rick grimes #carl grimes #carol peletier #michonne #maggie rhee #glenn rhee #abraham ford #rosita espinosa #eugene

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silvervinewine · 7 months ago

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childe, tartaglia, ajax: a man of many names

↪ childe, noun, a young man of noble birth

childe, was the name you first knew him as. after all it was the name most used within the fatui. casual and pleasant, thats what you came to know him as. a real funny guy, could make friends anywhere, a one dimensional nice guy. yet as work conversations became private, and meetings became hangouts you came to know more of childe.

you were enjoying spending time with a harbinger, you knew he was. the 11th harbinger, a killing machine owned and controlled by the tsaritsa. yet as you store into his eyes, his coy grin and the way his freckles contorted when he laughed, you couldnt ever guess that who he was supposed to be.

"comrade i think we are heading the wrong way." , he grimaced looking at the run down alley in front of you.

you looked down at the map, and then at the alley ahead, "childe... based on instructions alone, i believe this is it."

and so you walked, close together weapons in hand. down a run down alley, in a gang ridden part of town.

"scared for your life are you?", you looked the other way but his tone implied a heavy grin.

you squinted your eyes trying to focus in the dark, "no? are you?"

"you know comrade, around these parts there are several snakes to be lurking around...", he paused cautiously, "their venom can kill 30 men in one minute."

you shivered, his comments were not helping with the mood.

"its dark, so it should be the prime time for snakes to search for prey," his voice sullen in tone, "and when you least expect them to... they strike at you and pierce your skin and you die terrifically!"

you felt something touching your leg and you jumped up, a meek scream coming out of your mouth. your eyes widened as you heard laughs, laughs... as you looked down in the complete darkness. but there was nothing and didn't see any snakes, but you definetly did see the boisterous face of your team member.

you were definetly going to kill him now.

↪ tartaglia, italian for stutterer, most commonly a "comedia dell'arte" character

"tartaglia, huh?" you punched him, a form of banter between you two, "how fancy of you."

he sighed a hand over his chest, "its a title, a badge of honor to my affiliation with the tsaritsa."

you could never understand him, "so much for the tsaritsa is it ?"

he furrowed his brows at you, "just because you don't understand my dedication, doesn't mean everyone does. i do it for myself foremost, for my country and for my family."

"its alright tarti, man its alright", you put a friendly hand on his shoulder.

his face changed colors and he clenched his fists while raising his voice, "hey don't you ever call me that, that is not ever okay!"

you could only smile at him.

tartaglia, a government name or a work alias. a more formal name, used within business transactions and deals. accompanied with the glamourous, "11th harbinger" title and being a title in its own right.

the name was dangerous, scary and frankly powerful. a name which invokes fear in the hearts of enemies, but you could never see him as such. so much for being a man of many faces, you werent going to deny his battle prowess, but you werent going to deny his good humour either.

he was a good man, a killing machine but a good man. being a family man, he talked of his siblings in a land far away. a good ally, being present in every meeting and leading with an iron fist. a good friend, a best friend, for everyone and especially for you.

↪ ajax, a strong and brave hero from greek myth

his name, his real name. only ever known to the people closest to him. few fallen friends, his family, the harbingers... that was the extent of who knew his name.

identities were a big deal within the fatui, you knew the fact and so did he. was it intentional ? the more you thought of it the more it drove you crazy. ajax, a semi common name in snezhnaya, but it meant so much more when you thought of ajax, your ajax.

did you even have a right to call him yours ? you didnt even know.

"you were looking for me ? ", ajax called amongst the crowd, sticking his hand out as you say him a few meters away from you.

the crowd was pushing and your time was ticking. your mission was due and your boat would leave. lateness was not rewarded within your line of work, and you were bound to be shipped off far away. far away, to a place where you wouldnt see him, you wouldnt tell him what you wanted, what you felt.

"yes! but its too late!", you were pushed and pulled and squished, but you made your way through, you had to.

"it didnt matter anyways, dont worry about it! get off me!" you bumped against someone.

"i know its late, i know everything's not the way i wanted it and i had everything planned out i promise, but-" ajax screamed out, "i love you, i-, hey back off!"

grunting and curses in a language you didnt understand was heard across a multitude as you digested, what was admitedly a surprise to you.

you felt two familiar arms grip your shoulder, as he pushed strangers out of the way. you looked at him as he did the same and you couldn't describe it but he looked beautiful.

you loved him, loved the way he smiled. tbe way he laughed when you teased him, the way his eyes lit up when he pulled a prank on you. in that moment his eyes looked like those of a man in love, his smile lines present in the soft smile he gave you. his freckles, his eyes, he looked gorgeous.

"i love you too, a..", it slipped out, slipped out when you least wanted it to. you could say so much more, but you couldn't, "lot actually."

he was right in front of you and he looked gorgeous, even more so when he put his forehead against yours and he rubbed your nose against his.

"you can send cards while youre away, i dont care. take pictures will you ?" his eyes softened and he looked you straight in the eyes.

the word spread and you could hear it, ten minutes until the last passanger could board. the crowd cleared and you could see him.

ajax, your ajax.

he raised your hand and he pressed a single kiss before looking at you warmly, "better leave you know."

you nodded quickly and he chuckled nervously, "so letters ?"

he nodded as he started walking away, "letters."

A/N: back after a pathetic year of not writing, haha hello ! not spelling checked, not peer read or anything. written at 12 am and im rawdogging this completely.

#tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #childe x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagine #silver notes!#genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #ajax #genshin #silver writes!

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kaisacobra · 1 year ago

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New City, New Rules - Lottie Matthews

Summary: You always knew you needed a change from Gotham City, you just didn't knew that this change was a person with spider powers and a secret identity

Warnings: Robin!reader, Spider!Lottie, lots of Batman references, some violence and a bit of suggestive content

Word Count: 3.7k

It's funny how big cities can be both so similar and so different at the same time.

As you calmly gazed upon the grandeur of New York during your stroll, the similarities seemed clear. The tall and imposing buildings forming a jungle of concrete and glass, people in a hurry flooding the streets without even sparing a glance at each other, the constant noise of footsteps, cars, and unintelligible shouts. It was almost like being at home. Almost.

New York buzzed with hope. The city appeared to have countless colors, and its people allowed themselves to dream and have expectations of a better future. It was an absurd contrast when compared to the coldness and darkness of Gotham City, which submerged its citizens in eternal misery.

Being away from that place was better for everyone. Perhaps that's why Bruce had arranged everything for your move to college. Perhaps that's why you had eagerly accepted the offer. The pursuit of something better.

Your eyes were fixed on the path, but your hands clung tightly to the black mask tucked in your pocket, like a reminder of home and who you were. Or who you used to be.

Suddenly, your route was abruptly diverted to the side with a pull. You didn't have time to react as a ragged man pressed you against the cracked wall of the alley, wielding a strange object against your throat.

"Hand over everything, kid," he demanded, and you grimaced as you felt his terrible breath so close to your face. Looking now at the object in your assailant's hand, you let a sly smile escape. "A shard of glass? Seriously?"

The man grew irritated, gritting his teeth and pressing his torn glove even closer to your neck. You could almost feel the coldness of the glass touching your exposed skin. "You think this is a joke?! If you don't hand everything over right now, I'll cut up that pretty face of yours, got it?!"

You analyzed your threat more closely. Just as the weapon was makeshift, it was evident that the guy was an amateur robber. You could tell from the slight tremble in the hand holding the glass shard and the unstable posture that left his back leg unprotected against any attack.

Some small-time thug thought he could rob a Gotham City resident? Even more so, a resident with your training? Ha. What a joke.

Raising your hands slowly in the air, you decided to put an end to this shit show. "Okay. I'm just going to reach into my pockets for my things," you announced, slowly lowering your hands to your sides, with each movement followed by the aggressive gaze of the man.

Reaching the outer part of your pocket, you could already feel the outline of the last gift your older brother gave you before you moved away. The retractable escrima stick with the energetic power of an ultra-potent taser. Oh, how you had been looking forward to using it.

But before you could do anything, the thief was jerked away from you at an incredible speed, almost as if he had been dragged by a strong gust of wind. Following the sound of his frightened screams, you looked to the side and witnessed a scene that almost didn't seem real.

The man was now suspended about 4 meters above the ground, against the same cracked wall he had pressed you against earlier, caught in a gigantic spider web.

You watched in shock as the man struggled, unsuccessfully, to free himself from the grip. "Come on, seriously! Get me out of here!"

"My bad, dude. Just doing my job."

You spun around as you heard the sound of a female voice, but there didn't seem to be anyone else in the alley besides you and the man. Deciding to look up this time, you witnessed the exact moment a red figure detached from the wall and landed softly in front of you, as if they didn't even feel the impact of falling from several meters high.

The voice gained a body as you took in the presence in front of you. Hidden from head to toe in a red and blue outfit, there stood the slender and toned feminine silhouette of your mysterious savior. You couldn't resist and gave her a top-to-bottom glance before scolding yourself for your lack of discretion, shaking your head to stop further impure thoughts. It wasn't the first time you had seen someone wearing such a form-fitting outfit, accentuating every muscle, but it was the first time the sight left you mesmerized.

You decided to shift your focus to other areas and began to notice more of the other details of her outfit. Some points were highlighted with a metallic golden gleam, while others had black lines forming a web pattern, converging to the center of the chest where a spider symbol was highlighted.

You were already aware that New York had its own heroes; Bruce himself had contact with Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, but you had never been interested enough to learn more about them. Now, you slightly regretted that decision, desperately wanting to know more about this mysterious person.

"Are you okay? Did he take anything?" She asked, getting closer. Her voice was calmer than you had expected, carrying a soothing and sweet tone.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You crossed your arms and glanced back at the thief who was still struggling in his web prison. "He wasn't much of a threat, anyway."

The girl also crossed her arms and shifted her weight from one leg to the other, looking between you and the tied-up guy. "He didn't- He had a knife to your throat."

Though you couldn't see her face through the mask that covered her entire head, you imagined she had an expression as perplexed as her tone of voice. You smiled. "A knife? That was a glass shard. Is it really that hard to see from up there, or are you just a rare case of a superhero with nearsightedness?"

She shifted her posture slightly after your response, trying to mirror your playful tone and expression. "You know, most people thank me after being saved."

"I wasn't that defenseless." You smirked. "But thanks, Ladybug."

Winking at the heroine, you turned toward the alley's exit, walking away before she could retort, yet you still heard her voice reverberating off the walls in an indignant tone. "What? Lady—There's a spider on my chest! I shoot webs! Of course, I'm Spider-Woman!"

"Whatever you say, Ladybug!"

It was expected that an apartment on the top floor of a 20-story building with the large doors to the balcony open would be cold. Still, it didn't stop you from shivering as a strong gust of wind whistled into the room, along with the faint natural moonlight.

Bruce had been more than generous in buying this place for you to live, and you were grateful, but maybe he overestimated how much space you needed in a home. In the morning, when you rushed off to your classes, you didn't have time to notice the emptiness of the house, but at night, when you were awake out of habit, the silence and darkness of the corridors were unsettling. At least in Wayne Manor, Alfred was always present.

The discomfort of solitude led you to the living room during the chilly early morning, propping up your laptop on your lap and getting more comfortable on the couch. The screen had been open for a few minutes, displaying images and news articles of her. Spider-Woman.

You blamed your curiosity for wanting to know more about the girl, eagerly reading through all the reports about her doings, from preventing accidents to her involvement in the Avengers missions, which seemed to be a kind of Justice League for New York.

Reading about the heroine's adventures only made you more restless. It had been a month since your last patrol with Batman, and you had to admit you missed the adrenaline, missed spending your energy fighting criminals. It was what you had been trained for. It was in your essence, and being away from it made you feel like an addict struggling with abstinence.

You glanced at the balcony view, observing the dark buildings and the waning moon slightly veiled by a layer of mist. Your computer indicated it was 1:20 AM. You had hidden your uniform in a secret compartment of your closet, along with some weapons. It wouldn't hurt to ensure the city was safe for a few minutes.

It felt strange to be in your full suit, patrolling a city you barely knew. Your gadgets could only assist you to a certain extent. The grappling gun allowed you to move swiftly from building to building, your adapted mask granted you night vision and real-time amplification, and your Bo staff was secured in your utility belt alongside other useful items.

Still, it was an odd feeling trying to locate a crime scene in an unfamiliar city, especially without your mentor by your side. Batman's imposing presence gave you a confidence that would be very fitting now.

Your moment of contemplation was interrupted by a loud crash not far away. You advanced to the edge of the building you were on, using your enhanced vision to locate the source of the noise. With night vision, you spotted four green dots three streets away, engaged in what seemed to be a fight, with one of the figures conveniently stuck to a wall a few meters above the ground.

Seems like Spider-Woman needs your help.

You aimed the grappling gun at a nearby building's surface and pulled the trigger, waiting for the hook to latch onto the structure before you pulled the rope. The swift wind brushed against your face as you crossed the sky, your heart beating excitedly with the familiarity of the situation.

You landed slightly behind one of the criminals, giving you a broader view of the scene. Beside you, the shattered windows of the jewelry store indicated the motive of the crime, while the sight of the superhero dodging the punches of two of the robbers hinted at what prevented the crime from being committed.

In front of you, one of the ski-masked men reached into his pocket, pulling out a metallic gray revolver and aiming it at Spider-Woman. Your fighting instincts kicked in before you could think twice, and soon one of your Batarangs was launched, embedding itself into the back of his hand, causing him to drop the gun and cry out in pain.

All eyes turned to you, especially those of the criminals, who seemed even more disheartened upon witnessing the injury you inflicted on one of their partners. For a split second, your eyes met the heroine's mask, and she gave a quick nod that you returned.

Shaking off the momentary shock caused by your sudden arrival, the two of you began fighting side by side like a true team, synchronizing your attacks—electrocuting them with your Bo while the masked girl entangled them in webs, paralyzing their movements.

The police arrived shortly after you paralyzed the three. You and your now-fighting partner watched from a distance as the three men were taken into custody, both still catching your breath from the intense action. Seconds later, she turned toward you, looking downward, and suddenly the height difference between you two became noticeable.

"Thanks. I guess we're even now," she expressed her gratitude, and you raised an eyebrow in confusion. You were wearing your full suit, she couldn't have recognized you.

"Uh... I don't think we've met," you tried to deflect, deepening your voice slightly, which added a touch of comedy to the scene. "I'm Robin. Just arrived from Gotham City."

"Yeah, right," the heroine chuckled, pointing at your face. "You know, if you really want to be unrecognizable, maybe you should wear a mask that covers more than just your eyes. I could recognize you from afar."

"That worked in Gotham," you admitted, defeated, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Trying to change the subject, you crossed your arms and put on a playful expression. "So you would recognize me from afar? Saw me once and you're already obsessed?"

The masked woman burst into loud laughter, throwing her head back. "You made quite the first impression, you know? Most people recognize me, I should've figured you weren't from New York."

"Surprised not everyone's a fan of yours, Ladybug?" You teased, and she shook her head, taking a step back.

"So, you're like Batman's sidekick, right? How about trading a bat for a spider?"

You laughed and caught the hint she was about to leave, retrieving the grappling gun from your utility belt. "I didn't come to this city to be anyone's sidekick, but who knows, if I'm feeling generous, I might save your ass again."

Before she could respond, you shot the grappling hook to the top of a distant building and let yourself be pulled by the rope, relishing in the satisfaction of having the last word once more. As you made your way back home, observing the now fully shining moon in the sky you navigated, you couldn't help but notice that you felt more excited by that simple conversation than the entire battle.

That had never happened before. Damn Spider-Woman.

"Your brother's name is Dick?!"

It had been a few weeks since you and the mysterious girl had begun this odd crime-fighting partnership. With each passing day, you grew more attached to someone you didn't even know the face of, drawn in by her appealing personality and fighting skills (and of course, her very sexy body covered in that suit).

You were resting on the rooftop after an intense night of patrol, lying on the cold concrete, gazing up at the stars. She had gotten two milkshakes from somewhere, and the two of you were sipping them between laughter and conversation. It was almost humiliating to think that your heart raced just from the rare sight of the heroine's uncovered mouth, with rosy lips that looked extremely soft and inviting every time she parted them to take another sip.

At the moment, that beautiful mouth wore a wide smile after you casually mentioned one of your brother's gifts. You averted your gaze to respond, trying to prevent her from seeing your reddened face, but you still maintained a smile. "Of course not! His name is Richard, Dick is a nickname."

"Still, couldn't your parents have thought of a better nickname?"

The laughter ceased, and you adopted a slightly more serious tone. "We're not real siblings. We just had the same mentor."

The girl adjusted her posture upon hearing the change in your voice, sitting up to observe you better. "You mean, Batman?"

"Yeah, him." You sat up, following her lead, but your gaze was fixed on the horizon of the city buildings. "He's not exactly a father figure, but he's also all I have as family."

"You lost your parents too?" She spoke so carefully that you felt tears welling up in your eyes. You struggled to control them before you reached that level of vulnerability.

"Yes. They died in an accident caused by one of the Joker's attacks on the city. Bruce saved me from the car and adopted me. Maybe out of pity, or because he related to it." You explained. "Either way, he trained me and turned me into the new Robin. Dick had already become Nightwing, and Jason was in a different phase, but they used to visit me because they knew how lonely life in the mansion could be. That's why I consider them my brothers."

A second of silence passed before you processed her full question. "Too? Did you lose your parents?"

You turned fully toward Spider-Woman, noting that the previous scene seemed to be reversed. Now, she was the one avoiding your gaze, choosing to stare at her own feet swinging as if attempting to distract herself. "I was raised by my aunt and uncle. I never knew my parents, they died very early."

"I'm sorry," you replied gently. The girl's gloved hand was very close to yours, both using them to remain seated. Your fingers itched to hold hers and feel the warmth radiating from her body, or as close as you could get through the uniform.

She shook her head and adopted a more playful tone of voice. You could tell it was some kind of defense mechanism, but you didn't comment on it. "It's okay. Do you miss them? Being so far away?"

"Sometimes." You admitted. "But I know this was the best for me. Bruce wanted me to take a breather after my near-death experience."

"What?!" She turned toward you abruptly, and if it weren't for the mask, you were almost certain you'd see surprise widening her eyes.

Chuckling at her reaction, you pushed your hair back and pointed to a still-visible scar near your jawline. "I was kidnapped by one of Batman's many enemies recently. His plan was to slit my throat and let me bleed to death as a threat against Bruce. Luckily, he found me in time, and Alfred was able to close the wound as quickly as possible. I lost a lot of blood."

In an unexpected move, the girl leaned in closer to inspect the mark. The breath leaving her mouth touched your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes in an attempt at self-control as she gently touched the area, very close to your pulse point.

With a clearing of her throat, she quickly moved away, allowing you to try to breathe like a normal person again. "If it makes you feel better, I have one too. It's on my forehead. A guy crushed my head in a glass door, and a shard got through the mask."

Your eyes gleamed as you realized the perfect opportunity in your hands. "Can I see?"

You waited for the heroine's response. She opened her mouth and closed it, seeming to hesitate in her movements. Feeling impatient, you stood up and faced her, for the first time being the taller figure between the two. "Come on, Ladybug? Don't you trust me?"

"It's not that! It's just—"

"Well, I trust you." Turning to the edge of the building, you leaped into the air without any guarantee that you would safely reach the ground, simply enjoying the rush and placing all your confidence in your patrol partner's abilities.

And before you could feel the impact of the ground breaking your ribs, a hand passed over your back, grabbing you by the waist and slowing the fall.

"You must be crazy!" Spider-Woman exclaimed exasperatedly. Now that you looked up, you could see that she had secured a long web on the side of the roof, using it to lower the two of you safely. You could feel the strong muscles of her arm tensing from the effort of holding you.

She set you down when you were close enough to the ground and remained suspended on the web, now hanging upside down, allowing your heads to be at the same level.

You smiled. "I'm not crazy, I just know I can trust you."

She was extremely close. In two steps, you would be resting your forehead against her still uncovered chin, causing you to lower your gaze to her plump lips. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind as you whispered delicately. "Please. Can I see your face, Spider-Woman?"

Surprising you (and perhaps herself as well), the heroine slowly began to remove the mask, gradually revealing the features of her face. From her lips, she revealed her perfectly shaped nose and prominent, flushed cheeks, then moved up to her big dark eyes, which shone like onyx under the moonlight. Finally, she took off the entire mask, letting her long wavy hair escape and cascade down due to gravity.

As if in a trance, you approached and affectionately brushed your thumb over the scar on her forehead she had mentioned, noticing how she closed her eyes to savor the touch. Taking another step forward, you felt your breaths mix due to the closeness.

"Can I kiss you, Spider-Woman?" You moved your hands to her neck, feeling her skin tingle beneath your touch.

"Lottie. My name is Lottie Matthews." She replied almost breathlessly, her gaze fixed on your lips.

"So, can I kiss you, Lottie Matthews?" You whispered provocatively, earning a whimper from the brunette.

"Please." Lottie whined, and you finally succumbed to the temptation of tasting her lips against yours.

Despite the unusual position, you still felt like you were floating as you kissed the girl. Your hands had moved to the nape of Lottie's neck, while she had dropped the mask on the ground to hold your face with both hands. Her lips tasted of the strawberry milkshake she had been drinking a few minutes earlier, and you sighed when you felt her cold tongue touch yours.

You kissed until you lost track of time. Minutes, hours, and days could have passed, and nothing would be as important as the heavenly fire that consumed you as you kissed Lottie.

Unfortunately, you were still human and needed to pull away to catch your breath. The girl took the opportunity to release her web, standing up in front of you and picking up the mask she had dropped on the ground. A smile spread across your face when you noticed her state: completely disheveled hair and a deep shade of red covering her face.

You couldn't resist teasing. "Do I kiss that well, Ladybug? Looks like you got struck by lightning."

"Very funny," she retorted with a playful smile, rising to your level. "You had my name right just a few seconds ago, you know? Oh please, kiss me, Spider-Woman! I'm so in love with you, muah, muah, muah!"

"Shut up." You gently pushed her away, still smiling even at her poor imitation of your voice. "My name is Y/n, by the way. Y/n Y/l."

"Pleasure to meet you. Again, I mean." She gave a shy smile, and this time, you noticed the cute detail of her crooked teeth.

Getting lost in Lottie's eyes for a few moments, you suddenly realized that the magic of New York had finally caught up with you, and now you were looking forward to a future with a beautiful tall girl with spider powers.

Maybe changes were good, after all.

#lottie matthews #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets imagine #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews x you #courtney eaton

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muscle-red · 5 months ago

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𓂃꒰ GENERAL’S ORDERS ꒱𓂃

* Warnings: amab body, Fae reader, Reader is referred to with I/You, etc, Yuu is a separate person, Reader kinda an OC, a long plot, slow burn, Spoilers if You haven’t read book 7.

* Word count: 1009

A/N: This has been in my head for some time. There will be smut just not in Part one. Hopefully will make more parts.

┆ Lilia Vanrouge/ General Vanrouge x Male Reader ┆Part 1

+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Being In the middle of the woods should’ve been a red flag as soon as you opened your eyes Cause One second, You were At NRC then the next You were at a random forest being aimed at with weapons. I mean at least you were with People.

You glanced at the group surrounding you and the people with you. Yeahhh the odds weren’t looking so well.

Silver. The boy You never really interacted with. He was sorta Hard to talk to. His face gave off the impression that he didn’t want to be disturbed. He look quite Approachable when sleeping but why would You wake up a sleeping person? You noticed he did it a lot and I mean A Lot. Maybe he had narcolepsy? You never thought much of it. I mean why would you, You never talk to the boy so it isn’t any of your business.

You then glanced at the other green haired male within your group.

Sebek.

What a loud mouth he was. You often catch him yelling in the hallways and seemingly having a strong harden expression on his face whenever he made eye contact with everyone in class. He was a first year so you guys had most of your classes together while the other silver haired boy was a second year. They were both in your dorm last time you checked. You would think being in the same dorm would mean you guys knew each other really well but in this case? not really.

Then finally Your eyes met the other Person in your group. Yuu. A magic less student that seemingly appeared out of thin air. No home, no family. You kinda felt bad for them. Imagine having nothing and being in a mysterious place with No Knowledge of anything. Now that was a total nightmare. They were a first year as well as you interacted with them on some occasions so you were familiar with their Situation and Arrangements. They were nice from what you can tell but the other 2 were a mystery.

You then Took your eyes off the random group that seemed to have roped you in some kinda crazy situation and finally looked at the people with masks and weapons that were obviously wanting you guys dead. They all wore different masks with seemingly different animals.

One stood up and Made way to your group. They were on the shorter side and had long black locks with red highlights. How pretty. You always liked the color red.

You couldn’t see their eyes nor face but you can tell they were studying your group’s movements.

“ HUMANS!-“ Another in a mask screeched.

He was taller than the one studying you and had a mask related to a fox due to the Snout on his mask. His sword was raised as if ready to strike us any moment where we stood however before he could, The shorter one raised his hand and turned away from our group to stare the other one down, well he tried to.

“ You fools… Take a closer look at the energy around them. They have been blessed by our people. They are not the enemy.”

His voice was deep and familiar.

“Blessed…? Who are you…?”

“However, they still raise suspicion.” He ignored Silver’s question and turned away from his comrade. He had quite a big sword compared to his small body and it Was a beautiful shade of green.

Sebek’s eye’s widen when his eyes made contact with it.

“A magical lithic…!?”

“Quiet, Human. You are not to speak.” The Black haired masked figure Said, once again shutting down Whatever we had to say.

The rest of the group with them looked down upon us and started Yelling out questions expecting us to explain every single one.

“Who are you children? Answer me.”

“Speak now if you do not wish to get hurt.”

Yuu’s cat, Grim, which you now noticed was here Started struggling and proceeded to yell out about not wanting to be eaten and you couldn’t agree more.

“W-we mean no harm. We are just students from a magic school!”

Sebek was able to Stammer out and you couldn’t be more grateful. Your voice just seemed to disappear and couldn’t say anything so for once, you were grateful for Sebek’s voice.

“We’re from Night Raven College, We have our IDs with us if you’d like to check!”

Great thinking yuu!

“Night Raven College, you say…?”

“Yes, from the Sage’s Island…”

“I’ve already said I’m not interested in a school founded by humans!, You wish to “teach” me magic when all your lot can do are childish tricks? Sending in lackeys as if the letters weren’t enough. How absurd. You really think you have anything you can teach me? Don’t look down on me, brats.”

“Ehh??? We never said anything! Where is this coming from!? “

Oh god, why did you have to say that. You couldn’t help but Facepalm in your head. Great thinking *Reader*.

“N-No, we’re-”

“I’ve got my hands full dealing with those pesky Silver Owls. I don’t have time to play your silly games.” He cut silver off once again and glared as if ready to just let his comrades kill us and move on.

“I’ll let you off just this once. Get out of here, humans.”

And with that, you guys took the opportunity to Run quite a distance away and blow off the Air that you guys so badly needed. It felt intoxicating being near strangers especially ones threatening you with weapons.

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www-bvnny-b4b3couture · 2 months ago

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Teeth p.3

Part 2

Settling in 🤷🏻‍♀️

The next morning after her first night the 2 men were very quickly forced to come clean because someone came knocking on their door. Wade had managed to sneak onto the edge of the bed since he didn’t wanna take the floor, Logan knocked out sitting up in front of the t.v.

Kaia suddenly looked around panicked for something to cover her face. Logan got up, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes but quickly becoming alert before he answered the door.

She had found her old mask in the pocket of her suit, she was in the bathroom listening when she heard the sound of the door opening.

“Hey Logan, there’s a meeting today, Charles wants you to join us, you too Wade.” She heard a few steps, she assumed whoever it was stepped inside. It was a female voice. “Uh yeah, we’ll be down in a few.” She heard Logan reply. “Yes, I need to get fully dressed.” Wade’s tone made her face palm.

There was a small moment of silence, “Who’s in the bathroom?”

“Oh um yeah about that, it’s a funny story actually, remember that assassin who kept us from getting to that one guy last time? Well we ran into her again, except this time… we like saved her and took her home with us.” Wade suddenly blabbed everything, she took that as her opportunity to just step out of the bathroom.

The woman who had come in was very beautiful, but what stood out the most was that she had white hair. She took a step back slightly when Kaia stepped out. “Logan?” She turned to Logan, his arms were now crossed.

“She’s alright, she was already trying to leave those shitbags anyway. Figured you could help her, like you guys helped me?” Her amber eyes pierced into Logan’s soul with an unreadable expression as he spoke.

“It’s not just that, you guys should have said something before just bringing her here.” The woman said, looking back at Kaia. Her eyes narrowed.

“Well it’s not just up to you, now is it?” Logan stated in response, raising his brow with a cocky smirk. That made the woman scoff at him, “Everyone is in the meeting room already, let’s just bring her with us.” She said after a bit, her tone a bit softer when she looked at Kaia again.

The four of them walked towards the meeting room, heading down the stairs and into giant hallways. The eventually made it to what seemed to be a conference space. The woman softly sighed before opening the doors.

Kaia wasn’t prepared for the amount of people in the room, and all eyes were on her. She wasn’t surprised though, she was a complete stranger in a mask.

There was a bald man in a wheelchair standing at the head of the table, when he saw the group he gave them a welcoming smile. “Ah, I see you’ve joined us with someone new. Kaia is it?” That made her raise a brow and look at Logan.

“Oh I’m sorry, I forget it can be a bit alarming for people when you know their name before introducing themselves. I’m a telepath, so I’m able to read others thoughts, sometimes without meaning to. It’s like overhearing someone talk.” She nodded at his explanation, although knowing he could read minds wasn’t less unsettling.

“Hold on so can we clarify who this is for those of us who can’t read minds?” Someone spoke up, she turned around to see a man with weird looking glasses, her head turned slightly at him, they seemed to be like goggles or something.

“This is Kaia everybody, the assassin we took home with us. Remember from that mission before?” She felt Wade’s arm sling around her as he spoke, making her tense up and snake away from him after about 2 seconds. Wade’s choice of words seemed to have caught the attention of everyone, she felt the piercing stares of all in the room, except the elderly bald man.

“Kaia was involuntarily used as a weapon by an organization unknown to us, Logan and Wade did a heroic thing by helping to free her.” He spoke up, she couldn’t help but feel like she kept being painted as the victim.

“If they used her as a weapon wouldn’t they want her back?” The guy from before spoke up, the bald man turned in his wheelchair to face him. “That’s a fair question, Scott, but it’s our mission to help mutants.” He then spun around to Logan.

“Do you trust her, Logan?” She glanced at Logan, not being able to read his expression, her amber eyes locking with him. “I believe that she wanted out, and that she wouldn’t have willingly came with us if she wasn’t looking for something better. I think everyone will learn to trust her.” She stared at her feet, her mouth twitching beneath her mask.

After that Kaia was brought back downstairs, this time going into a different room that was completely grey. A woman who she’d learned was named Jean came down with them. “What are we down here for?” She asked, settings like these brought back unwanted emotions.

“We just want a full body scan, to see if you’re ok and to identify a possible tracker.” Jean answered, giving her a reassuring smile, seeming to sense her unease. Kaia just nodded.

She stuck little grey things onto her chest, then explained that she would go into an mri machine.

She saw Wade’s head pop in once she was laying down, “You’ll do great sweetums, remember I’m standing right out here!” She rolled her eyes.

“Uh, you’ll need to remove the mask too.” Kaia softly sighed, reaching up to slide her mask off, but taking a few moments to do so. She turned away from the beautiful looking woman subconsciously, swallowing dryly. There was a silent moment before she heard the machine start up, beginning to slowly slide in.

At first it was completely black, then a bright white light turned on, lights turning on to line the walls. She took a deep breath as the process went on, hoping it was over quick.

After the scan they went into another room, the man in the wheelchair was standing there already. Kaia could see the images taken of her. She stared at the anatomy of her skull.

“It appears there’s a tracker implanted at the center of Kaia’s back. But as you can see here,” Jean spoke after a few seconds, zooming in to where the tracker was, it was in 2 pieces. “Looks like it must’ve gotten hit while you were fighting.”

“That’s thanks to me guys, not to brag.” Wade said, crossing his arms in a cocky manner. Kaia rolled her eyes, “So are you guys just gonna take it out?” She asked, Jean nodded.

The whole procedure took about 5 minutes. Jean patched her up quickly and Kaia quickly slid the sweater back on.

“That whole you need to die to heal thing is so inconvenient.” Wade commented about the patch on her back. “Tell me about it.” She mumbled.

“Oh also we have your… claw gloves. They’re made of the same alloy grafted to Logan’s skeleton, it’s called adamantium.” She saw Logan’s eyebrow raise slightly, “Explains why I didn’t cut through her.” Kaia scoffed, “Yeah, that’s why.” She responded cockily.

Jean laughed softly at the banter between the two, making Kaia notice the way Logan’s eyes softened as he looked at her. The change in his demeanor was weird to her, she glanced at Jean and saw the same tenderness in her eyes, although clouded with a bit of what looked like regret?

“Alright Kaia you can have the room across Logan’s, and Wade’s is beside’s yours. Figured you’d rather stay near the people you’re most familiar with.” Jean said to Kaia with a soft smile. She really was very beautiful, too beautiful for her to look at. “Thanks.” She rasped, stepping into what looked like an exact copy of Logan’s room. Except cleaned. “I’ll let you settle in, bye Wade, Logan.” Kaia glanced at her quick enough to see the warm smile she gave before heading off.

She looked at Logan, who seemed to be watching her walk off with a longing expression. “I’m not interested in knowing what’s happening there.” She held her hand up, doing a circle motion at Logan and to where Jean previously stood as she spoke. His brows furrowed and before he could speak she cut him off, “Got any more of those beers?”

Wade interjected, slinging his arm around Kaia’s shoulders, and then around Logan. “Are we becoming a trio?”

Logan socked him in the jaw, sending him flying into her room, she looked at him pointedly, “Dude.” Logan looked at her annoyed, “Ya want a beer or not?” She quickly shut up and followed him into his room. He opened a mini fridge and tossed her a beer, she caught it easily, pulling her mask down and opening the cap with her teeth. “Neat trick.” Logan commented, an approving look on his face as she downed the beer, already tossing her a second. He wouldn’t usually share his beers but he was a bit impressed so he figured why not.

“Mind if I sit?” She asked, motioning to his bed, he shrugged, “Might as well, just don’t get on my nerves.” She plopped down on his bed, taking a swig of her beer. She glanced down at his beer, “Need help opening that?” Offering to help.

He glanced down at the beer cap still on and shook his head, “Uh no thanks.” He suddenly unsheathed his claws, easily slicing the cap clean off. “Neat trick.” She copied him, Logan gave her a cocky smirk. “I know.”

After a quick roll of her eyes she looked at him curiously, as if wanting to ask a question. “What?” He raised a brow at her, preferring she just say what she was thinking. “Does it hurt when they come out?” She asked, pointing down at his hand.

“Always. Just something I got used to though.” She nodded in understanding, knowing all too well what he meant. “Does it hurt when you, y’know.” He made a motion down to his own jaw, making her smirk softly in amusement. “Always.” She copied him, looking down at her beer and tracing the rim. “I passed out the first time, it’s the kind of pain your brain can’t process. I guess it just hurts so bad I don’t even feel it anymore.” She casually recalled.

“Yeah, I get you.” The room got a bit quiet after that, Kaia finished her beer and stood up, lifting her mask up, “I’m gonna go now, I think I’m gonna take a nap.”

“Alright, kid, take it easy for now.” She nodded at him and peaked her head out to check if Wade was out there. After that she silently slid out of his room and across the hall, her steps made no noise and that fact creeped Logan out.

“That kid still gives me the creeps.” He muttered to himself, taking a swig of his beer and turning to his t.v.

A/n: Honestly ima prolly just keep writing one shots that are just connected now that I’ve like gotten the trio situated n all that. Just like random scenarios I come up with lol. Love you if you read this bye.🩷

#deadpool and wolverine #wolverine imagine #deadpool imagine #logan howlett x reader #deadpool x oc #wolverine x oc #xmen imagine #hugh jackman #wolverine fic #logan howlett imagine #wolverine fanfiction #deadpool fanfiction #wolverine xmen #deadpool x reader

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oscurascout · 2 months ago

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Bad Sanses Adventures

Wine Tastes Better When Stolen - Part 1 (Part 2)

Masterlist

Nightmare had sent his right-hand man on a very dangerous mission. Killer, aware of the risks, was eager to take on the challenge, not wanting Nightmare to stress over it anymore. Unfortunately, the mission proved to be more dangerous than Killer had anticipated; at one point, he thought he wouldn't succeed. However, he managed to win and complete the mission, he jump through the portal to return home, but he didn't come back alone.

Upon arriving at the castle, he quickly headed to the infirmary, placing the other skeleton on one of the beds before laying down on another, leaving a bit of black goop behind.

Horror entered the infirmary, concerned for Killer. However, upon seeing the other skeleton, he jumped in surprise.

Horror - *looking at the skeleton* “Killer, .. who is that?”

Killer - “He’s the one Nightmare told me to retrieve. He suddenly started to fight me, and I had to throw a few punches back. Heal him first, but be careful; he’s quite strong and unpredictable.”

Horror nodded and began tending to the new skeleton, who was passed out, before turning his attention to Killer as they both waited for Nightmare to arrive and heal both of them.

Soon, Nightmare appeared in a puddle of goop and quickly approached Killer to start healing him.

Killer - “Boss, you should be healing the newbie, not me. His punches don’t hu—*Nightmare touches a bruise* Ouch!”

Nightmare - “I thought they didn’t hurt. *sighs, concerned* If he was difficult, you should have left it to me. I didn’t expect both of you to end up this badly.”

Killer - “But isn’t that why you told me it was dangerous? Besides, I didn’t want you to stress over it.”

Nightmare - “The dangerous part was something else, not him .. well mostly”

While Nightmare and Killer were arguing, Horror went to check on the newcomer. He noticed something was different but barely had time to react, before something came at him, fortunately he was able to move away, accidentally knocking over some items.

Nightmare swiftly snatched the skeleton's weapon before he could do anything else.

Nightmare - “We’ve talked about this, Cross. Don’t attack my subordinates.”

Chara - *mocking* “Don't attack my subordinates”

Cross didn't respond, merely glaring at everyone in the room. Nightmare sighed and approached the skeleton. Cross flinched slightly but didn’t move, allowing Nightmare to heal him.

Once Nightmare finished, he allowed Cross to rest and gathered everyone else in the meeting room.

Nightmare - “As some of you know, we now have a new member.”

Dust - “What? Who?”

Horror - “A skeleton named Cross.”

Dust - *more confused* “Who?”

Papyrus - “A skeleton named Cross, brother didn't you listen”

Dust just stayed quiet, with an unimpressed expression.

Nightmare - “You'll get to meet him soon. For now, let's take the day off and let him get used to this place. You are all dismissed.”

Nightmare teleported away, and Killer quickly stopped the other two from leaving.

Killer - “Guys, let’s have a little celebration for the newbie, and do you know what celebrations need?”

Horror - *immediately* “Food!”

Dust - “Uhh, decorations?”

Killer - “Yes! And wine!”

Dust - “I’m pretty sure it’s more about normal drinks than wine.”

Killer - “Doesn't matter! So, Horror, you handle the food. Dust, you take care of the decorations, and the newbie and I will go get the wine.”

Horror - “But isn’t, .. he supposed to, rest?”

Killer - “Nah, it's fine. He’s a skeleton full of energy”

Without waiting for a response, Killer dashed toward the infirmary where the newbie was. He opened the door but immediately had to dodge as a pen nearly impaled him.

Killer - *raising his hands in surrender* “Whoa! Calm down, it’s just me!”

Cross calmed down, which made Killer smile as he fully entered the room.

Killer - *excitedly* “Okay, newbie, this is a special mission. We need to go get wine, alright? Let’s go!”

Killer opened a portal and quickly stepped through. Cross hesitated, looking at Chara, who only shrugged, Cross sigh and jump into the portal, not really having a choice. Once Cross, well, crossed the portal, he felt Killer push him down. He was about to fight back when he noticed what Killer was focused on—or rather, what Cross thought he was focused on.

A human man was placing several barrels filled with liquid in a storage.

Killer - “Alright, for this, we need to grab at least one barrel without killing or harming the man, okay?”

Cross nodded, thinking it might be a test to see his skills and reactions. Killer signaled him to go left while he moved right. Cross advanced quietly; this wasn’t his first time doing a secret mission.

They were doing well until Killer took a wrong step and fell, causing the man to quickly investigate what had happened. Seizing the distraction, Cross rushed to grab a barrel and took it back to his hiding spot.

The man returned to the storage area and discovered that a thief was among the vineyard. Killer watched as the man entered his house. Sighing, he quickly got up and headed toward Cross, but before he was halfway there, he saw the man come back. Killer quickly hid again, but unfortunately, the man had spotted him.

Just as Killer was about to move, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet mark appeared in the ground right in front of him. Killer let out a tiny scream and started scrambling away as fast as he could.

Cross didn’t know what to do; he couldn’t kill the man, nor could he leave the barrel behind. He remained frozen, unsure of what to do, until he noticed something moving between the vineyards. He pulled out his daggers and prepared to attack but didn’t get a chance before Killer came rolling down toward him.

Killer - *getting up* “Quick, run!”

Chara - *watching the man* “Cross quick!“

Killer quickly opened a portal, and both of them jumped in. As the adrenaline faded, Killer began to laugh.

Killer - *calming down* “Wow! Newbie, that was amazing! Okay, let me get this barrel back. You stay here and get some rest; I'll be back in a bit.”

Killer took the wine barrel and headed toward the living room, leaving Cross to his thoughts.

#nightmare sans #dreamtale #killer sans #killertale #dust sans #dusttale #horror sans #horrortale #cross sans #underverse #bad sans gang #bad sanses #chara underverse

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normal-internet-user · 2 years ago

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Can you write a Story with fm&Leo ?

A First Meeting Situation with him.. and April is a girlfrind of y/n .

Also with fluff / sfw ?

😍💙😁😘

NICE TO MEET YOU

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Summary: After spending the day with April, the two of you end up in a dangerous situation on your way home, where you are rescued by our leader in blue!

Warnings: Swearing, and very mild depictions of violence

Requested: @tkappi 💕

Female Reader!

Very crackish, but it was like 4 in the morning and I was loopy and giggly, enjoy!

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You laughed lightly at the joke April told. It was girls' night, something the two of you hadn't done in a while, April had a lot of "personal stuff" going on, so alot of the time she had to bail.

The two of you walked down the dark sidewalk away from the cinema, you had gone to see a new horror movie that had a lot of hype around it, and now the two of you were making fun of the bad acting.

"What about when she started crying in that one scene? You could so tell she was faking it, almost like she wasn't even trying."

April nodded, taking another sip from the soda she'd bought, "I know, it seems like horror films are just getting worse and worse."

You moved your hand in a 'so, so' gesture, "Eh, there are accouple good ones, but old slasher films just seem better, ya know?"

"I couldn't agree more, (Name)."

The two of you continued the trek towards your shared apartment complex. You lived in the same building, but weren't actual roomates, just neighbors. You'd gotten pretty close the day you moved in, and the rest was history.

April stopped just infront of an alley, and looked back at her confused, "Something wrong?" you asked.

"Hm? Oh, no, lets go this way though. It's a short cut."

You looked down the alley nervously, "Uhm, April, we're in a pretty dodgey part of town. Maybe we shouldn't go walking down dark alleys in the middle of the night."

April laughed, "Don't worry, nothings gonna happen. Even if something does, I have some... friends who'll be more than happy to help out."

"Thats reassuring." you muttered.

The two of you entered the alley, the other end in clear view, "You realize this is how people die in horror movies right?"

"Oh, shush. It's fine, I promise!"

It was not fine.

It was not fucking fine.

Two fucking ninjas jumped infront of you two, you glanced back to see two behind as well.

"I fucking told you so." you muttered,

"Not the time, (Name)!"

You shrugged, looking around for something to use as a weapon. Nothing, great.

One of the ninjas infront of you drew a sword from the sheath off their back and pointed it directly at April, "April O'neil, we have orders to bring you to Karai. Do not resist and it will be easier for everyone."

You looked in between April and the ninja, "April, who the hell did you piss off?"

"Just stay behind me, (Name)."

You scoffed, "Hey, I dunno if you noticed, but there's ninjas behind us too."

"Shit." she mumbled, April raise her hands in a gesture of surrender, "You guys really don't wanna do this. You know, because of my four friends?"

The ninja let out a whistle and the other three began to approach the pair of you. April reached for her watch and began to rapidly press a button on the side, "Hurry up, hurry up, come on you guys..." she started to mumble.

Your eyes began to search for a weapon once again. Your eyes stopped on the metal lid of a trash can, you snatched it up, and held it at the ready.

You felt a hand grab your shoulder, and with all your might you swung the lid around smacking the assailent in the face.

"Ouch! Calm down miss! I'm here to help you, I'm April's friend!"

"OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY!"

You dropped the trash lid, and began to fret over the bruise growing on his cheek. The turtle looked between you and April, completely flabberghasted at how little you had reacted to him being a giant fucking turtle.

"H-hold that thought please." He said, side stepping you to take care of the other two foot ninjas.

You looked at April, "That's one of your friends?"

April nodded, looking at you strangly, "Yeah. You are taking this really well."

"What? Oh, yeah, well, a giant spaceship thing did appear in the sky afew years ago, so. Your friend being a giant turtle ninja is like, the least strange thing I've seen."

The turtle began to approach you and April once again, sheathing his blades as he did so, "You ladies ok?" he asked.

You nodded, "Uh- yeah, thank you- what's your name?"

"Oh, right. I'm Leonardo. But please, call me Leo, miss...?"

"(Name). I'm (Name). Oh, sorry about your face- that's my bad."

"No, no don't worry about it. Really. You have good reaction time."

"Oh, thank you-"

April cut you off, "Sorry to cut the indroductions short but, Foot Clan?"

Leo nodded, clearing his throat, "Right, did they say anything about why they were here?"

"Just that they had orders to take April to some bitch named Karai." you shrugged.

April snorted at your choice of words, and Leo looked mildly amused, "Hm. Well Maybe it's best I walk you ladies home."

"Good idea." April replied,

And so the three of you set off down the empty streets heading to your apartment complex. After arriving, Leo swore you to secrecy about this incident, then bid you an April a goodnight.

April offered you to sleep over at her's that night, and you agreed. The two of you sat in her kitchen siping coffee and discussing the previous events.

"So, what are your first impressions of Leo?" April asked as she sipped her coffee.

You shrugged, "Honestly? He's kinda hot."

April choked on her coffee, before looking at you and laughing out loud, "What? That's what you took away from that?"

"Hey, don't judge. He is. But on a more serious note, he seems nice. I'd like to get to know him more."

"I'm sure you would." April teased, smirking at you.

You smacked her arm lightly as you blushed, "Shut up."

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There we go! Sorry for the long wait, @tkappi ! I really like this one.

I took a more chaotic rom-com route for this one, but to be fair, I started at like 4 in thr morning so...

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #leonardo x reader #rom com #april o'neil #bayverse leo #teenage mutant ninja turtles bayverse #bayverse tmnt x reader #female reader

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The Last Remaining | Part 05

-> South Korea was left abandoned after a 'zombie' virus sweeps the nation. Left to save themselves, Y/N and a group of seven men, who she's found safety in, rely on each other to stay alive as they travel to the south side of the country on the hunt for a rumoured 'z-free' haven. But nothing is ever easy. Especially when they find it's not only just zombies they need to watch their backs for.

-> A female reader x BTS zombie apocalypse AU

-> Genre: Post-apocalyptic, action

-> Warnings for Part 5: swearing, violence, gore

-> Word count: 5,357 words

-> Interactions are greatly appreciated xoxo 💖

Part 05: Code Purple 🧟

The sky was painted a pretty ombré of yellow, orange, dark blue and purple. If it weren’t for the circumstances you were in, you would’ve definitely taken a photo and stayed to watch the sun set. But the sun setting was your number one problem at the moment as you hadn’t found shelter yet. Who knows what kinds of things could go wrong at night. Or what could kill you. Eat you.

Suwon was your average zombie-town. Not a single living thing lurking around apart from zombies. But there was something off about them.

They were more slower and less aggressive. Compared to Seoul Z’s, Suwon Z’s were angels. They were a breeze to get rid of, which was very fortunate for you guys as the only weapons on you were yours and Yoongi’s pocket knives. Other than that, it was up to everyone to go old school with their good ol’ fists.

But you noticed something very odd about these zombies. Something that couldn’t just be a weird coincidence.

“Namjoon,” you stopped the person closest to you. He was confused, about to ask why you stopped him in his tracks as you both fell to the back of the group. But he noticed the slight frown on your face, and that you weren’t looking at him but something behind him.

He followed your gaze, finding himself looking down a narrow and dim alleyway. He didn’t see it at first but when he saw it, he finally understood why it had your attention.

There on the ground was the upper body of an alive zombie crawling your way with one arm. There was no lower body. It had been cut off from the hip down, leaving its pelvic bone horrifically exposed. It was using its hand to drag itself across the pavement. But it was very gradual. Like it was trying so hard to get to where it wanted to go but was on the verge of giving up. There was just something so miserable about watching it struggle.

But the pity party wasn't the problem. Ever since you arrived, every zombie you’ve come across had some parts of it missing. It could be something small like an ear or an eye or something larger like two arms or a foot.

“Tell me you’ve noticed it too, how all these zombies are missing body parts,” you remarked, glancing at him.

“Yeah I noticed,” he sighed heavily, crossing his arms as he watched the hopeless half of a zombie slowly crawl its way to you, centimetre at a time.

“It can’t just be a coincidence, right?” you speculated, sharing your thoughts with him. He agreed with you, but it was difficult to find a reasonable explanation to this.

“Maybe they started eating each other? Ran out of humans?” he suggested, shrugging his shoulders. But you weren’t convinced.

“There’s no way,” you denied, pointing at the legless and single-armed zombie as you inspected it closer, “that doesn’t look like a bite mark to me.”

Namjoon had to admit you were right. The cut was too clean to have been bitten off, which completely crosses off his assumption. Could it have been a bear? A rabid mutated bear that feeds off of zombies? Or a gigantic mother zombie who is much more ruthless compared to normal ones? Many questions were raised that he honestly didn’t want to know the answer to.

“It’s suspicious, yes,” he admitted, “but let’s not focus too much on it. We still need to find a place to spend the night. Not to mention, food, water, and weapons. These guys are somehow the least of our problems right now,” he referred to the crawling zombie who was still somehow nowhere close to you. It barely made any progress.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right, let’s go,” you sighed, agreeing with him that you did have more important things to worry about. He patted you on the shoulder as you both rejoined the group further down the street. But your suspicions still weighed in your mind.

“Joon, we found a supermarket with food, water, torches, bandages, pain-killers, and other useful supplies like that. It was unlocked but we checked and it doesn’t seem like anyone’s inside,” Hoseok informed Namjoon as soon as he arrived. He nodded, observing the supermarket’s store front before giving it the all clear.

“Good job guys. Let’s stay here for tonight and make a move tomorrow morning,” Namjoon instructed, giving Jin and Hoseok beside him a pat on the back.

Everyone settled in very easily. You tried to as well, but the odd feeling in your gut made it difficult. It just wouldn’t go away. You felt uncomfortable in this city, like something was off about this place. You didn’t know if it was because of the zombies or something else about the town was bothering you. But it was strong enough that it affected you and the way you acted. And enough for the boys to notice too.

“You’ve been quiet,” Jungkook spoke from behind you as you were mindlessly browsing the crisps aisle. You jumped, glancing back to find Jungkook’s familiar face as you held your chest in an effort to calm your racing heart. He noticed you were badly shaken by his sudden appearance, something he did not intend to do.

“Hey,” Jungkook murmured in a gentle voice, placing his hands on your shoulders to turn you around, “it’s just me.”

You made eye contact with him. His frantic eyes and pinched eyebrows made you realise just how much this zombie mess was getting to your head.

“Sorry,” you apologised, embarrassed he had to see you like that, “I’m going crazy,” you shook your head, burying your face into your hands.

Jungkook breathed out, chuckling to himself, “We all are Y/N. It’s what the apocalypse does to you.”

You lifted your head up to see a small grin had appeared on his face. He grabbed a large packet of Doritos from the shelf behind you (your favourite flavour too), ripped it open, and settled down on the floor, “so I’m guessing this is somehow connected to whatever Namjoon and you were talking about earlier.”

You joined him on the floor, sitting opposite him as you both shared the packet of chips, “Yeah, but it’s kinda stupid now that I think about it,” you reflected your honest thoughts out loud to him.

“Nothing you think or say is stupid,” Jungkook replied, staring at you.

A shy smile appeared on your face as you looked away, unable to hold eye contact as you felt your cheeks heating up.

"Come on, let me know what's going on in that pretty head of yours," he said with handsome and intriguing eyes you just couldn't say no to.

You giggled at his smooth words and the cheeky smirk he had on his face, "I just thought it was weird how every zombie here was missing body parts, that's all."

He didn't say anything, just stared at you. A sour smile appeared on your face, "I told you it was stupid."

"No, I noticed it too," he admitted, you glanced at him, "and I think it's weird too. It doesn't seem like a coincidence to me."

You sighed in content, "right? I just know there's something more to it. Just have no idea what," you quietly trailed off, eyebrows furrowing together as you still couldn't think of a reasonable explanation to your theories.

"And I'm sure we'll find out when the time's right," Jungkook assured you, reaching out to cup your hand between his, "but you will not put yourself in harms way, I won't let you."

You frowned at him but continued to listen to him as he spoke, "I know we just met, but I really like you alive Y/N. I just want you to be safe. Whatever happened to those zombies, I don't want happening to you."

Your heart may have skipped a beat or two. Did he just confess he liked you? It was like a scene from a romance movie you would watch on TV. You just never knew how much butterflies it could give you in real life.

"Okay," you nodded, frown instantly melting away as a soft smile appeared on your lips, "I understand."

"Your hands are cold. Come here," he whispered tenderly, arms outstretching towards you. You didn't really need to move as Jungkook used his muscles to bring you himself. He turned you around, pulling you close so you rested nicely on his chest. He wrapped an arm around you to keep you warm and close.

"I heard skin on skin contact can help raise body temperature," he muttered an excuse against your head, you could feel his lips touching your hair.

Just as you were about to look up at him and say something, he stopped you, "Don't move or it won't work."

It was no use arguing with Jungkook when he was like a big fluffy bunny that had wrapped you up into his own personal pillow- burrito. Not that you were against it anyways. You were so close to him that you could hear his heart pounding against his hard chest. It was beating fast, like he'd just gone for a run even though you guys have been sitting here for the past 10 minutes. You nearly burst out laughing right then and there at his cuteness. Jeon Jungkook, you're not slick.

You woke up to chatter between Namjoon and what sounded like a woman. You were in a different spot from where you last remembered, which was against Jungkook's chest. Your head was resting on towels, ones you previously saw on the shelf, and a thin blanket had been placed on top of you. The sky was no longer a pitch black but the sun shine was up and shining from the east, indicating it was the next morning.

"Yes Dr Baek, your hospitality is much appreciated but we're just about to head off-" you heard Namjoon say before being abruptly cut off.

"-Nonsense. We have showers, fresh clothes, and I will cook up a fresh soup for you all," she interrupted him, insisting him to take up her offers.

You looked around to find everyone mostly awake. You nudged the closest person next to you, Hoseok, and whispered discreetly to him, "what's going on?"

"Not that sure, I woke up to Namjoon talking to her too," he informed you, nodding toward the short, hunched-back black-and-grey-haired woman when he said 'her', "she's been telling him she and the remaining survivors of Suwon are in the city hall. And has been asking Namjoon and us to have a rest there."

You liked the sound of having a rest despite having a 5 hour sleep (which was the most you'd ever get in the apocalypse), "sounds nice. I could use a shower right now," you admitted, disliking how you've been sitting in your own dirt for a couple days now.

"Yeah, me too," Hoseok agreed quietly.

"Okay Doctor, we will stay until the afternoon. After that we will be on our way," Namjoon suggested a compromise to her. The Doctor's saggy cheeks and wrinkle lines lifted as she grinned, showing off what looked like dentures.

"Oh, everyone back at the hall will be so happy to have guests over," she gleamed, wrapping a hand around Namjoon's arm to help guide her out, taking him with her.

"Follow me, chop chop, this way!" she called behind her as Namjoon beckoned Jin to follow behind him closely. Jin was out the door as soon as he signalled for Hoseok to pack things up quickly and join them. Everything moved so fast and it didn't feel like any one of you had a choice. It was only when you counted five other heads, you noticed there were two missing.

"Jimin," you two were the last in the supermarket as Hoseok and Taehyung had already left with your bag freshly packed of supplies, "where's Jungkook and Yoongi?"

Jimin glanced behind him, as if to check there wasn't anybody around to listen, "they left earlier in the morning to see if they could find any weapons."

You nodded, unsure as to why that would be much of a secret, "okay, well we have to go find them to tell them we're going to the city hall." But Jimin gave you a 'not so sure that's going to happen' look.

"I think it's best they join us later," he told you, an evident frown appearing on your face that he cannot ignore, "let's check the hall out first. And if it's safe, we'll go get them."

You crossed your arms and sighed, "we can't just leave them," your disappointment doesn't go unnoticed by him.

He placed an arm on your shoulder to assure you, looking you dead in the eyes, "trust me I'd never leave my brothers behind," he promised you.

"Look," he revealed a permanent marker hiding in his hands. You watched as he wrote the letters 'CP' on the wall next to the door. It was small enough to not attract attention but big enough to see if you looked from the right angle.

"What does that mean?" you questioned, staring at it and thinking of all the possible meanings behind it. But Jimin shook his head with a smile as he dragged you out the store to quickly catch up with the others.

But not before he quietly whispered into your ear, "it stands for 'Code Purple'. It means trust."

Jungkook and Yoongi were happy to have successfully found handguns and rifles at the local police station. They were lucky to find all the goods in there: loaded magazines, radios, walkie talkies, and a paper map. Just about all you guys needed to get back on your feet, literally. But Jungkook's smile immediately faded when he came back to an empty supermarket.

He couldn't help but think and worry about you first before his best friends who are like family to him. Was it selfish? Probably. Did he betray bro code? Probably. He felt like shit not thinking of his bros first. Like he was betraying his family for a girl he just met. He didn't want to feel this way towards his brothers, but there was no avoiding the way his heart felt about you.

The moment he first saw you wasn't even when he first met you. No. Jimin and him had been watching you since Kang very loudly pulled up to the gas station. The two of them were just about to scavenge it out for supplies when you made a very grand and unique entrance. Jimin insisted on waiting for you all to leave to check out the gas station like planned, but Jungkook had forgotten all about the plan the moment he laid eyes on you. He thought you looked so beautiful and so graceful. But what boiled his blood was when he saw the way Kang treated you. He saw your hands tied up and him pushing you around like you were a rag doll. He was so pissed off that he was just getting away with this in broad daylight because it was the fucking apocalypse. He took his opportunity to save you when he saw Kang running towards the back of the store. He knew you were trying to make an escape. He couldn't just stand by and let you lose an unfair battle. He was up and moving before he realised it, giving Jimin no choice but to follow and help out the youngest one save you.

"Where the fuck did they go?" Jungkook exclaimed, quickly browsing down the aisles only to find it was only him and Yoongi there. He was panicking, losing his mind, while Yoongi quietly stood there examining the store.

"Relax Jungkook, they're fine," Yoongi tried to calm him while Jungkook paced around. He turned to glare at him, flames of rage in his eyes that Yoongi had never seen before in him.

"You don't know that," he said harshly, clenching his jaw as he leaned against the shelf to try and think more clearer. Yoongi knew the reason he was so worked up was because of you. Jungkook was anxious for you. He noticed Jungkook picking at the skin of his finger, a habit of his when he's anxious.

"But I do," Yoongi replied, pointing at the wall before Jungkook could ask questions. Jungkook had to pause, squint, and look closer to notice the letters 'CP' written in permanent marker. He glanced at Yoongi, unsure what happened while he was gone but knowing he just had to trust you all. But one thing's for sure, they knew they had to find you guys.

"Look," Yoongi pointed outside through the window to a street pole across the supermarket. Jungkook listened, looking closely to see the letters 'CP' written again in marker.

Yoongi heard the sound of Jungkook's boots clunking against the floor before hearing him say, "let's go."

Jimin's words had been repeating in your head ever since you left the supermarket. Trust. Trust was such a powerful thing. So powerful it could make or break something or someone. In times of uncertainty, trust was the most valuable thing a person could have. It all just came down to whether that person chooses it, or not.

Along the way, Dr Baek told you guys all about life in the city hall since the apocalypse. The communal system she had set up, led by herself, seemed to work very well for her and those living in the hall. They had assigned each other different roles, each proving its own use to their way of life. Watch guards who kept the building perimeter secure of zombies, gardeners who produced fresh greenery in their own makeshift indoor garden, radio comms who had goals of repairing their battered radio signal, the maids who assisted Dr Baek with every task she gave, and Dr Baek being the only chef of the house who prepped everyone's meals. You had to admit it was very impressive what the Dr had set up.

As soon as you had arrived, the Dr ordered the maids to take you to get cleaned up. You enjoyed a cold but refreshing shower. The feeling of water and soap running down your hair and body was all you had been yearning for. They also gave you a plain t-shirt and skinny jeans while they took your clothes for washing, which you never consented to but thanked them for anyway.

The maids took you to the entrance of the main meeting hall when you finished. You found the others to already be waiting for you, all freshly showered and newly dressed too. Nobody seemed to understand what was happening as the maids quietly gathered you all. Once you were all there, they opened the doors to the hall. Inside revealed Dr Baek who stood on the small stage, in front of a podium, and every other survivor was seated in the front row chairs facing her. Everyone's attention turned to you all, the strangers on their door step.

"Here they come now everyone," Dr Baek announced as the maids ushered the group of you down the aisle. You all listened, awkwardly making eye contact with all the survivors as you walked past them. You swiftly counted about twelve heads, thirteen if you included Dr Baek. They watched you with blank faces and black pupils that never left you for a second. You were unsure whether they were happy, scared, sad, or angry. One thing's for sure their stares made you feel uncomfortable.

"Give a round of applause for our newcomers," Dr Baek shared excitedly into the microphone as you all stood in front of her, facing the crowd. The survivors began to clap all at once, and managed to stop all at once too, something that kind of creeped you out.

"They will be staying in the east wing-" the Dr began her speech, but Namjoon stopped her.

"Um, we aren't staying," he clarified to her, glancing at the very unwelcoming crowd, "we're just passing by, like I told you before," he gently reminded the old woman.

Dr Baek tilted her head, silently thinking to herself before she let out a chuckle, "silly me, how could I forget?"

There was something suspiciously fake sounding about her voice, like she was lying straight to your faces. Even Jimin had the same odd feeling as you caught his gaze from the corner of your eye.

"Well, everyone, it's quite sad our new friends cannot stay with us for long. Hence why we shall hold a special lunch in the dining hall now to send our beloved friends off," she declared to everyone. It was silent as the crowd blankly stared at you all as usual. You all exchanged glances between each other.

"You wouldn't leave with an empty stomache now, would you dear?" Dr Baek asked Namjoon in a way that he felt like he didn't have a choice.

He mustered a smile, "of course not Dr Baek," he glanced at you all, "we'd love to have lunch with you." You could see the message in his eyes: we're leaving straight after this.

"Brilliant," she smiled with her fake teeth, "everyone please make your way to the dining hall. Maids, please escort our friends," she ordered, before disappearing into another room with the assistance of two maids.

Her maids silently took you all to the dining hall before everyone else left. They took you around the east side of the building. You glanced outside the windows, finding the sun well above your heads. It was already midday, and you all were still stuck here. Jungkook and Yoongi crossed your mind in that instant. You wondered if they were okay, if they got Jimin's message, and if you'd ever see them again. Especially Jungkook.

Speaking of Jungkook, the duo had followed the clever trail of CP's left behind. They easily recognised it to be Jimin's handwriting. When the trail stopped, they found themselves looking at Suwon City Hall. Both men were confused. Why the city hall?

That was until they spotted movement from inside through the windows. Yoongi used binoculars he found at the police station to get a closer look. And just as he had hoped, he saw you all. Namjoon, Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, and you. He confirmed it to Jungkook who practically snatched the binoculars out his hands to catch a glimpse of you before you disappeared again. You appeared calm, not afraid, but you were surrounded by unfamiliar people, people dressed in the same maid's uniform. There had to be about four leading the six of you. They didn't look like they've caused trouble. But the two also knew they would've been searched for to make a move all together. Obviously, they were left out the picture for a good reason. And both of them knew the reason.

They explored the perimeter from a distance, conducting their safest bet at sneaking in was through the back door. Jungkook and Yoongi were not exactly sure what they were doing. All they knew was that you all were heading to the east side of the building and right now the pair were at the south-west side.

They agreed to move to the east, mostly because Jungkook persisted and Yoongi wasn't one to say no to him. Jungkook needed his eyes on you. He had to make sure you were okay and not hurt.

They snuck between hallways, checking every corner they turned at to make sure the coast was clear. They would provide no help to you guys if they got caught. They didn't know how dangerous these people were. They had to assume the worst.

After entering and exiting out of similar hallways, Yoongi and Jungkook found themselves in what seemed like an industrial kitchen. But the first thing they both noticed was the horrid stench hitting their noses.

"What the fuck is that smell?" Jungkook cursed under his breath to Yoongi as he plugged his nose and glanced back at his older brother.

"No idea," Yoongi whispered back, his face scrunching in disapproval. Just as Jungkook saw the exit and was going to make a beeline for it, Yoongi tugged on his shirt sleeve.

"What?" he asked, turning back to find Yoongi staring in horror at the kitchen bench. Jungkook followed his gaze, and nearly threw up the instant noodles he ate before.

There on the metal table was the body of a zombie that had been violently mangled and sliced. The eyes rested on a plate, its limbs were crushed and put inside a bowl, and its legs were brutally cut up into slices and chunks.

Jungkook felt the noodles coming up, finding the nearest pot to let it out, only to find a mutated zombie boiling in water. And he swore the pupils on its eyes looked up at him. He ended up vomiting in the corner.

"We need to find them now," Yoongi told him after he finished, drawing out his gun from its holster.

Somehow, when you made it into the dining hall everybody was already seated. You noticed seating was separated by gender, boys sitting on the left side and girls sitting on the right side. The dining hall consisted of a long rectangular table facing vertically in the middle of the room. It was decorated in a classic gold table cloth with candlesticks lined down the middle. The maids sat you down in a velvet cushioned chair. You hated every awkward second that passed.

The main doors opened to reveal Dr Baek. Followed behind her was a maid pushing a tray cart filled with bowls of what appeared to be soup. A wicked stench hit your nose as the cart passed by, causing your face to scrunch up as the maid served everyone's bowls. Glancing across at the boys, they seemed to have smelt the stench too. And by glancing at everyone else and judging by their blank faces, this might just be weirdly normal to them.

Dr Baek sat at the head of the table. Unfortunately, you had the blessing of having the seat right next to her. She gave you a wide smile, showing off her dentures. You forced a smile back before looking down at your food, uninterested in making small talk. You inspected it and it did not smell or look appetizing whatsoever. The soup juice was a transparent dark green colour while there were small chunks of what looked like brown beef. You wanted to be grateful for having food during the apocalypse, but you would rather starve than eat whatever was in that bowl. No offence to the Dr but you literally felt like throwing up.

"You may all eat," the old woman announced. At that moment, all the survivors dug into their bowls, slurping up the entire thing like it was their last meal. On the other hand, you and the boys were struggling to even breathe near the food.

The old woman glanced at you, sensing how tense you were, "I made this soup myself. It's a beef soup. It's not the best but I'm just using whatever I have," she sighed, making you feel a bit bad.

Jin poked at the beef with his spoon, "and where'd you get the beef from?"

She glanced at him, hesitating before she answered, "from a can."

"This," you frowned, holding up a chunk of beef in your spoon to eye level, "is from a can?" you asked in disbelief, eyebrows raised. It looked like it had been expired, eaten, thrown up, run over, and then put into your bowl.

"Yes, it's very delicious and good for health my dear. I think you should have a bite," the Dr insisted you, "it would make me very happy. And then you're free to leave."

You fought everything inside you to not roll your eyes. Fine, you thought, if it means we finally get to leave.

But just as you were about to suck it up and take a spoonful in your mouth, the main doors burst open.

"Jungkook? Yoongi?" you exclaimed in disbelief at the two men reappearance. They stood in the doorway, pointing guns at everyone.

"Don't eat the food!" he yelled at the same time as you spoke, pointing his gun at the unfamiliar faces, unsure who his target should be, "it's made of zombies!"

You pushed the bowl away in disgust, nearly hurling right then and there. The boys did the same, quickly getting out their seats. This was your cue to leave. The survivors all crawled underneath the table, shaking in fear from Yoongi pointing a gun at them. This was your first time seeing their faces move a muscle.

Just as you were about to get up, an old flabby arm wrapped around your neck, pulling you back into Dr Baek's chest. She had you in a headlock, but you couldn't fight back when you felt the tip of a sharp knife pressed against your cheek.

"I'll rip this girls face off and make a soup out of it!" she screamed, bursting your eardrums as you flailed about in her arm. She was surprisingly strong for someone her age.

"No!" you cried, fingers trying to make room between your neck and her arm. She was going to strangle you to death before she peeled your face off.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Jungkook demanded her, aiming his gun straight at her. But there was no way he could get a clean shot without risking hitting you. And the Dr knew that.

"You seem to care about this girl a lot, young man," she noticed, her voice hiding sinister intentions you would've never expected from a small elderly woman like her, "eat my soup and I'll let your doll run free."

Jungkook glanced between the crazy woman, the soup, and you. He knew he'd reached another level of insanity when he genuinely started considering her offer. He would do anything for you and he meant it. And if that meant eating zombie chow to make sure you were safe, he'd do it.

"Okay," he muttered, lowering his gun as he stared at a bowl full of zombie soup. He felt round two of vomit coming up. But he had to do this. He had to. For you.

"No! Don't!" you yelled at him. You bit down with your teeth as hard as you could on Dr Baek's flabby wrinkly arms. Luckily it did not take much for her to pull away shrieking. At that moment you heard a gun shot. It rung in your ears. You dived to the floor, unsure where that shot hit, but the adrenaline pumping through you had you quickly crawling away.

Chaos erupted in the dining hall again as the survivors quivered in fear from the gunshot while Dr Baek screamed in agonizing pain. You found Jungkook kneel down in front of you, the same sight you saw when you first met him, giving you a sense of deja vu. He pulled you up to your feet, instructing you that you needed to go. But you were so happy to see him. You started tearing up as you pulled him into a hug. You inhaled his soft scent of cologne and men's deodorant, something that would only remind you of him. He hugged you back only tighter. But it was only a couple seconds long before you both pulled back. Jungkook's hand found yours as he quickly led you out.

You spared a quick glance back to find Dr Baek slumped over unconscious in her chair. Her entire upper body was covered in crimson red and you noticed a small bullet-shaped hole in her shirt. But what creeped you out the most was the way the survivors had crowded around her in a circle. Their creepy black pupils stared at her, not in grief or sorrow, but in hunger. The last thing you saw was the circle slowly closing in before they sunk their teeth into her raw flesh.

(a/n: well 😀 so that’s that! BAHAHA this part took a few days hope you guys didn’t mind too much 💙 but i’m so incredibly happy and proud i finally get to share this part w my beautiful readers 🫶🏽 hope it wasn’t too gross n u managed to get thru it 😭 n honestly didn’t expect the story to take such a romantic turn w y/n & jk so fast 😭😭 really it js happened n i liked the flavour it bought to the story so yeah their relationship changed a bit too fast for my liking but i think it’s cute yk hope yous like it 😊👍

and wow i js want to say props to those writers who b writing a whole as 15k wc chapter like how tf. 2000+ is good for me but WOW 5000+ took me out like i srsly thought i wrote double what i wrote 😭 IDK HOW PPL MANAGE TO WRITE SO MUCH BUT SHOUTOUTS TO YOUS 😀👍 anyways love u all so much thank u so much for the love on this series xoxo 😘)

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unreadpoppy · 8 months ago

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down by the river - Chapter 10

Raphael x Warlock!Tav

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Chapter 9

A/N: hey guys it's been forever, I know. My college classes came back and so did my internship, I'm participating in two different plays and just recently did I go back on my medication, so it has been very hard to find some time to sit down and write. This chapter is shorter because of that but I'm glad to have finally updated the story.

It was the last night before they finally attacked Moonrise Towers.

Everyone in camp was tense, especially after the previous night’s events. Shadowheart, in her path towards becoming a Dark Justiciar, ended up turning away from Shar, and freeing the aasimar Aylin, the source of General’s Ketheric immortality.

Minthara and Lae’zel both were sharpening their weapons, the drow more tense then the other. Karlach, Gale, Astarion, and Halsin made conversation, leaving Tav and Wyll by themselves.

The two warlocks sat in one Last Light’s balcony, looking out at the sky. Ever since the Nightsong flew free, it seemed as if the moon shone brighter. Tav had her feet up on the table, Lihala’s lute on her hands, while Wyll looked down, troubled.

“You alright?” She asked.

Wyll looked up and shook his head. “I was just thinking how one’s life can change in an instant.” He looked at her. “Karlach was just a bodyguard when suddenly, she was sold to Zariel. Lae’zel, Minthara and now Shadowheart have all but practically abandoned their gods.” Wyll looked to the sky, closing his eyes. “With a wave of a hand, Mizora turned me into this.”

Tav nodded, choosing to remain quiet. Her fingers stroked the chords of the lute, playing a familiar tune from her childhood.

Wyll listened closely, lost in his thoughts. Then, he shook his head. “I never heard that one before.”

Tav smiled. “It’s an old song from my time. It’s not played as much nowadays.”

His head tilted, confused, and raised a brow in a silent question. He chuckled “It’s just… you don’t strike me as that old, Tav.”

She smirked. “I’ve been around much longer than you could imagine, boy.”

“How old are we talking, then?”

“Older than Hasin.”

Wyll frowned.

“It’s part of my contract with Raphael.” She explained, noticing his confusion. “As long as he is around, so will I be.”

“I see.” A moment of silence passed before he spoke again. “Doesn’t that worry you? To have your life tied around a devil?”

In the time they had spent together, it wasn’t the first time that Wyll had questioned Tav’s relationship with her patron.

Tav sighed, putting her lute down and her feet off the table, sitting closer to him. “I understand your worry. We all saw the way Mizora treated you, and I’ll be the first person to help you bring her down. It’s only reasonable you'd be wary of any of the…infernal persuasion.” She smiled kindly at him. “I appreciate your concern, I really do. It shows how much you care about others but… I know what I did when I signed that contract. And I have not regretted that decision since.”

She leaned back on her chair, taking the lute back. Tav noticed how Wyll’s shoulders slumped and how his brown was furrowed. She wondered what she could do to try and ease his worries.

Tav looked down at the instrument in her lap and then at her hands. As her fingers once again began to play a familiar melody, a memory came to mind.

“Let me tell you a story.”

…

A year had passed since Tav had signed the contract and in that time, she had yet to play her lute again.

The ink on the contract had not even dried when she felt her hand healing, bone, skin and muscle going back in their places. She felt a relief she had never felt before, and the urge to play once again.

And yet, whenever she picked up the lute, she faltered. Her hand would begin to shake and then freeze right on top of the strings. It had been so long since Tav had last played, that old voice of self doubt, the one who followed any new artist, was plaguing her mind again.

‘You can’t do it, it will be terrible, you should just give up and-’

“What are you doing?” A familiar voice brought her back to reality. She turned her head and saw Raphael standing very close to her.

Tav had decided to go to one of the many balconies in the House of Hope, away from the suffering debtors so that she could play in peace.

“I was…going to play.” The devil nodded and then took a seat across from her, gesturing towards the instrument.

“Go on.” He said, making himself comfortable. “Entertain me. I want to see that my fixing of your hand was for a good reason.”

Tav gulped and her hands began to sweat out of nervousness. She took a deep breath, trying to ease her mind, but the moment her fingers touched the strings again, Tav froze.

She was transported back to her first performance on stage. Her heart beat loudly, she swore that the audience could hear it. There was an unsteadiness to her legs, as if any wind would take her away. She remembered looking at all those people, staring at her, waiting for her to fail. She had closed her eyes before playing the chords and-

“Tav.” Raphael said sternly. “I gave you an order. You’d be wise to oblige.”

“I know. Just-” She took a deep breath. “Give me a moment.”

He raised a brow, leaning back on his chair. “It shouldn’t be this difficult to play, dear. You are a bard, after all.”

‘You are a bard. You are a bard. You are a bard.’

The phrase echoed in her head, almost like a mantra. Her first performance, how had it ended?

Tav remembered it. Once her fingers began to play, it was as if the music just came out of her. Playing, singing, it was as easy as breathing for her.

‘You can do this, Tav.’ She told herself as the first notes were played, her voice following after.

Lace your heart with mine

Let your sleeping soul take flight

Take me through the night

Down, down, down by the river…

Opening her eyes, she looked at Raphael. He had leaned back on his chair, eyes closed and a serene expression on his face. When the song abruptly came to an end, he was quick to question.

“Apologies. I haven’t finished writing this song. Didn’t get the chance.” She explained, looking down.

He hummed. “It’s an interesting song. Full of potential for something great. I’d like to see it finished.” Tav nodded, a smile beginning to form on her face. “Now, play something else. Something completed this time.” He leaned again and closed his eyes, just as she began again.

…

Back to the present, Tav looked at Wyll, reassuring him one last time. “Raphael is not perfect, not by any means. He is a devil, after all.” Wyll huffed at that and she reached forwards, putting a hand on his arm. “But he gave me back the gift of music. He gave me my life. You do not need to worry about me.”

Tav stood up and left.

…

Ketheric Thorm was dead.

And with his death, new life was breathed into the shadow cursed lands, the first in a century. Tav smiled as the sun shone on her face, a glowing tree sprouting on where once was nothing. The land would heal.

The attack on Moonrise Towers had also brought new revelations. The truth about the Absolute had unfolded in front of them. The chosen of the dead three - Orin, Gortash and Ketheric - were in control of an elder brain, and had a planned attack towards Baldur’s Gate, which would have happened if the Apostle of Myrkul hadn’t been brought down.

With one nether stones in hand, the party had two new targets to strike before they could be rid of the tadpoles for once and all.

Tav’s mind wandered towards Raphael. Before her infection, her patron had sent her on a mission: Discover what Enver Gortash, the boy who had escaped Raphael’s claws, was up to. She hadn’t understood then what he meant but now, the picture was clearer and many questions had arised.

Tav had a distinct feeling that very soon she would get her answers.

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Hate me till you love me | Shoji Sameoka x TodorokiFaction!reader

Summary: Reader was with Tsuji and Shibaman when Ebara attacked them. And after that incident she comes face to face with Shoji Sameoka.

a/n: Hi! I love Enemies to lovers fics and wanted to write one. And the best option for that was SAMEOKA 😍 I love him dhejdje If you like it, I’m planning to write a second part ofc🙏🏻🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: fights, blood, swearing, hatred

The young girl was laughing at the jokes and random things she heard on the phone. She would see her friends again tomorrow, but it felt good to hear about their stupidity after school too. They made her feel that she was not alone in the cold and dark streets leading to her home.

Y/n could hear Tsuji's fake fight with Shibaman as Shibaman talked about how disappointing Tsuji's attempt to talk to the girls had been.

The smile on her face was wiped off by a fight she saw in the distance and was replaced by a serious frown.

“Hey, y/n? Are you there ?"

With Shibaman's voice coming from the phone, Y/n realized that she had not said anything for a while and was watching the incident. She nodded but understood that they would not see and spoke.

“Guys, I'll call you later, byee!”

Before the duo on the other end of the phone could understand anything, y/n moved a little further and hid behind a wall. Actually, she wanted to go home without getting into any trouble, but when she saw that the group was crowded and had weapons, she could not resist the adrenaline in her veins.

Y/n was like this. She wasn't reckless, she always had a plan. But she was scolded many times by Todoroki for not getting out of trouble.

She took a deep breath, held her phone tightly and approached the people fighting with quick steps. She felt sorry for the person who was kicked on the ground and beaten with pipes; so many people attacking one person was nothing but cowardice and she was quite angry.

“Hello, police? Yes, yes there is a problem. A large group of people on the street are beating a young man with pipes. Please send a team as soon as possible, thank you.”

When she walked over loudly, she was sure everyone heard her. She didn't know those who turned to her with pipes in their hands, but judging by their looks, they knew her.

A boy from the crowd, who she thought was the leader, walked towards her and held a pipe to her face.

“This is a wrong time to be a hero, y/n-chan.”

Y/n looked at the boy who was staring at her with a disgusting grin and smiled. Without saying anything, she pushed the boy in front of her with a hard kick and knocked him to the ground. When the people around looked at her with anger, they seemed to have forgotten the boy on the ground.

“You little bitch! Why are you standing there, idiots!? Catch her!”

Y/n grinned and got into position. She took the pipe from the hand of one of those who attacked her with a pipe and defended herself with it for a while. While they were fighting dirty, she knew very well that she would not get out of this fight with her punches.

The boys and y/n looked at each other as soon as sirens were heard in the distance. As the gang ran away, not wanting to deal with the police, y/n threw the pipe in her hand aside and approached the boy on the ground with a smile.

“Cowards! Okay, buddy. You need to stand up, I'm not big enough to carry you."

Y/n looked at the tall boy on the ground. He was lying face down. After exerting himself a little, he sat down and tried to stand up.

“Okay, hold my hand. The police are about to come, we have to go."

The young boy raised his head and looked at the hand extended to him. When Y/n locked eyes with him, she immediately realized who he was despite his blood covered face.

“Sameoka…” the young girl whispered in surprise while Shoji looked at her with a nervous expression. Y/n didn't know if that statement was because he was hurting or because of their terrible past. But when she saw him, she couldn't stop the hatred that accumulated inside her from reflecting on her face.

When the sirens were heard again, the young girl realized that they were coming very close this time. When she waved her hand harshly in front of the young boy's face, Shoji grabbed the young girl's hand and stood up from the ground. He was expecting a punch from her, but nothing happened as he expected. On the contrary, y/n grabbed his wrist tightly, dragged him after her and started running.

Even though Shoji was injured, he did not cause any difficulty. He followed her, and when they hid behind a wall, he looked at the hand still holding his wrist. Y/n was checking around without even realizing it.

After making sure that no one was coming for a while, the young girl turned to Shoji. When she realized she was still holding the young boy's wrist, she quickly removed her hand.

They took a breath for a while. Neither of them said anything. y/n was about to leave without saying anything when Shoji wiped the sweat and blood from his face on his sleeve.

The young boy spoke in a low voice.

"Thank you. You saved-"

“Don't.” Shoji was startled by the young girl's cold voice. “Don't thank me. If I had known it was you, I would never have helped.”

Y/n was furious. But she didn't know if it was for him or for herself.

Shoji remained silent for a while at the young girl's cold voice. He shook his head slowly.

“You're right y/n, but-“

“There's no buts.” exclaimed the young girl. “If I had known it was you, I would never have helped. Do you know why, Sameoka?”The young boy swallowed. “I remember well the scream I screamed that day. I remember my friends' wounded faces and their bodies lying on the ground. I remember very well how I cleaned their wounds.”

Shoji never expected that one look would pierce him like a bullet. There seemed to be a fire burning in the young girl's eyes.

The young boy nodded slowly and wanted to apologize, but y/n responded with a sarcastic smile.

“Do you think an apology can fix everything?”

"Of course no. But I'm sorry, I know we were wrong."

The young girl thought he was making fun of her. As if possible, she moved a little closer to the young boy.

“You tried to play the good person by helping me that day. I know very well that you are not a good person, Sameoka. The fact that I wasn't seriously injured doesn't change anything-"

Shoji replied angrily.

“I wasn't pretending, y/n. I… I was sincere. Besides, you make it sound like we're not both delinquents. Why do you think you're better than me? You're just like me. You fight, too."

“This wasn't a fight, Sameoka, this was an attack. And a treacherous attack…. and also -"

Y/n looked hatefully into the young boy's eyes and spoke in a colder and sharper tone than before.

“Yes, I may not be a good person. But I'm definitely no worse than you. So go to hell, Sameoka. I don't want your thanks or apology. Because I will never forgive you. Go to hell, I'll be right after you.”

Y/n said angrily before storming off and Shoji let out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding for a while. He was quite annoyed. And he was sure that being beaten didn't bother him as much as these words...

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