#i'm the canon reader not the cannon ball

[lanteanserver]

I think technically speaking, I'm not an Irish Catholic or an English Catholic, but I'm a Ro[a]m[i/a]n{g} Cat{-}holic until and unless they excom{m/eow}nicate me, and really, if they're going to do that,

[xoxoavenger]

hi! I wanted to make an ask for charles xavier x reader but if you don't want or you can't write it, feel free to ignore. :)

basically, the reader is a friend of charles and also a mutant but never really used their powers, and the first time they used was to save him (in the cuba incident). idk more what to write, i just want to know his reaction to being saved and seeing the reveal of readers powers.

oh, and your writing is absolutely amazing!! 💕💕

thank you so much!! this is sorta short but definitely sweet also I don't have the streaming services that First Class is on so it's not completely accurate but its close

Come Through

pairing: Young!Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

word count: 775

warnings: cannon typical violence and injuries also completely changing canon like the true fanfic writer I am

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"I told you to stay away!"

"And I told you that you don't make my decisions for me!"

"Oh, you're right, I'm so sorry for caring about your safety!"

"You treat me like-like I'm some glass ball!" 

"Oh my God." Alex groans, looking up at the sky. "Not this again." 

"Do they normally do this?" Moira asks, eyes flitting between the two. They continued their argument as though it was the most normal thing to do at this moment.

"Yes," Hank starts, crawling out of the wreckage. "Though never after our jet has fallen from the sky."  Suddenly, the two have stopped fighting, which causes everyone to turn to them. Y/N and Charles are staring across the ocean, eyes wide in fear. 

"Oh shit," Charles mutters as he stares at the missiles heading in their direction. Y/N grabs Charles' hand, and he squeezes it back tightly. Was this it? Was this the end? Suddenly, they all stop in their tracks. Everyone stares as Erik put his hand up, venom pulsing in his eyes. 

"Erik," Y/N whispers as she sees them all turn in sync. She knows what he's planning, knows that if he does this there's no coming back from it. Mutants will be murdered on sight; there would be a war.

"You don't have to do this, Erik," Charles' hand slips out of Y/N's as she turns to watch him walk toward Erik. Her heart is racing with anxiety and adrenaline.

"Yes. I. Do." As he says it Moira starts firing, every bullet taking more of Erik's focus to deflect, causing a few missiles to fall into the water. Y/N's heart starts to race as time seems to slow for her, head spinning as she realizes something very, very bad is about to happen. 

It flashes before her eyes, the image of Charles being shot, him falling to the ground unmoving. She's barely out of it before she's tackling Charles to the ground, feeling the bullet skim her side but miss Charles completely as they hit the sand. She can't even begin to comprehend what she just did.

The missiles fall as she screams, Erik's attention completely diverting to her. She lets out a wince of pain as Charles immediately flipped over, holding Y/N in his lap and moving his hand to find her wound. It doesn't take long, her letting out a scream as he brushes over it. 

"What have you done?" He yells at Erik, who stared wide eyed at the blood beginning to stain her blue suit. He feels sick at the sight.

"I'm fine," She muttered, a small smile on her face despite the searing ache running across her left side. 

"This is your fault!" Erik yells as he begins to stalk toward Moira, who had dropped the gun and was covering her mouth. 

"No! I didn't mean to," Moira is reeling, guilt clawing at her even though she hadn't been aiming at Y/N.

"Don't even think about it," Hank stops him, raising his eyebrows in threat. 

"How did you know?" Charles asks, and before Y/N can even think about lying his eyes are widening. "Your powers." He mutters, smile on his face only because Y/N was beginning to get up, meaning she wasn't as hurt as he feared. The two were completely oblivious of the others around them.

"I don't know how to control it." She groans as he helps her up, the pair not quite sure how they're going to get off this island. It seems Erik and his friends - including Raven, Charles notes with a lurch of his heart - have teleported off the island. 

"I can help." He tells her, letting her thread her fingers with his. Her arm was around his neck, his around her waist. "I could have helped." 

"It came through when I needed it to." She looks up at him, and he pauses as his eyes flicked to her lips. He was about to lean in as he watched her close her eyes, head tilted up, but then she was flinching away. Charles felt the hurt of rejection run through his body before she let out a hiss of pain and he looked down.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." Hank was kneeling at her side, putting a piece of fabric over her wound. "To stop the bleeding." He looked up at the two, took in Charles' face, and he opened his mouth in shock. 

"Thank you, Hank." Y/N muttered, feeling her face heat up.

"I'm so sorry." He got up and moved away quickly, and Charles chuckled slightly, only feeling a bit awkward. 

"Where were we?" Y/N said, her forwardness surprising Charles. He stared at her, only hesitating one second before putting his lips on hers. 

[clip-the-simp]

Not Much Else [Pt.2]

Ao3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2,233

Warnings: burning, cannibalism, canon typical violence, swearing, slight angst, unwanted touch (not from The Ghoul), (I’m bad at warning tags so just let me know if I need/should to add some)

Tags: Mild Proofreading, eventual smut (if I can get the balls to write it), reader had bat wings, Bounty Hunting, deviation from TV show, pre!show events(?), (Again I'm bad at tags so let me know)

Summary: You're a vault experiment that makes it to the surface. Quickly you learn the lay of the land and a few years later end up working the same bounty as The Ghoul. You convince him to let you take a long after having a feeling that you just had to follow him. Where will this story lead? Only time (and my motivation) will tell.

A/N: This is part 2 to the cringy ass shit I call a fanfic. Be forewarned that this is going to be incredibly inaccurate to cannon events and really unrealistic honestly. But listen. If Lucy can have her finger zapped back on and working properly anything can happen.

The pair of you had been traveling for two days by the time you caught wind of the target's whereabouts. After stopping at several towns to get supplies and information, you had been pointed east, away from the coast. He was trying to get over the mountains, or what remained of them, in order to get as far out of town as possible.

Once knowing this, The Ghoul and yourself continued on. Not much had been said in the two days of traveling together. You didn’t take The Ghoul for much of a talker so you kept your thoughts to yourself in hopes of not disturbing his peace. Most of your time was spent pondering over that feeling that continued to linger.

The familiarity from before continued to pluck at your thoughts the more you took in The Ghoul’s demeanor. Surely he couldn’t be someone from your past. There was no way someone could live over a hundred years, but maybe there was. With some of the other people and creatures you had encountered, maybe there was a possibility. This world was odd like that, and you had heard that The Ghoul was a lot older than most. So just maybe he was someone you truly recognize, however the wasteland changes people. Let alone someone who had been doing this for over a century.

So one night after you had settled at the ruins of a worn gas station and started to fix a meal, you decided to pry. It was a difficult situation. You couldn't be too blunt or he would quickly shut you down. However you couldn't tiptoe too much or he would get agitated and again shut you down.

Having managed to haggle some ingredients off someone at the market in the last town you were in, it could make for a good bargaining point with The Ghoul. Perhaps if you gave him a good meal he would loosen up a bet to talk. You had been contemplating the proper way to ask your questions the whole time you sat over the pot of stew. So when the food was done, you spooned out a bowl full of the stew for The Ghoul and waited a moment before to ask your questions.

“So, how long have you been wastelanding?” You started, making a bowl for yourself and blowing on it lightly to cool it off. The Ghoul was already a few bites in before dividing to take the chance of prying for information, and when you did he stopped momentarily to stare at you. His shoulders straightened as the bowl in his hands lowered to his lap.

“Why y’asking?” He asked bluntly as his expression stayed stone cold. The blood in your veins felt cooler than before as your gaze left his to reside on the bowl in your hands.

“I-” You didn’t want to lie, but you also didn’t want to scare him off. However, you could feel The Ghoul’s gaze burning into you as you searched for an answer. Against your better judgment, you decided to be upfront.

“I just have this feeling that I know you is all. Maybe that’s why I wanted to follow you in the first place.” Your eyes rose to meet The Ghoul’s once again only to find his expression to no longer be cold but instead a bit sorrowful. However that moment was brief as he asked you another question.

“What makes y’think that?” His voice was not as harsh as it usually was. It was as if he was trying to remember, just as you were, who you could’ve been to him in a past life. That sudden change in him sent a pinged of pain through your heart. You couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for making him recall the old life he once had.

“Your demeanor just reminds me of a man I once knew.” You said. Setting your bowl to the side, you remove the goggles from your eyes only now realizing they still lingered on your face even after the sun had fallen. Your gaze lingered on them for a while before you began to speak again.

“He was popular in western films back in the day and I had the pleasure of Co-starring in a few films with him. He was a good man which wasn’t too surprising.” You chuckled to yourself as you remember the time you had tripped over the bottom of the costume dress you were wearing on set. Cooper Howard had caught you mid fall and the two of you joked about it a bet after.

“It’s funny now that I think about it. If I placed you two side by side there wouldn't actually be much that y’all have in common. Maybe the cowboy physique but that's about it.” When you looked back up, The Ghoul’s gaze was trained on you. It was full of mixed emotions that were balancing sadness and anger. Guilt settled itself low in your chest as you realized perhaps you had gone too far. Picking your bowl up, you quickly raised it to your lips and started to drink some of it. Hoping to relieve some of the tension in the air.

“I’ve been doing this shit for over 100 years. The waste land changes people.” The Ghoul finally answered your question. His voice was still angry but the somber undertone didn't go unnoticed. As the two of you continued to sit in silence, the man sitting across from you, past the fire, spoke.

“I’ll take first watch.” The Ghoul grumbled as he finished his soup and went to spoon the last of the stew into his bowl. A worry he was going to leave in your sleep crossed your mind and as you began to voice your concern he spoke before you.

“I’m not gonna leave y’stranded. We have a lot of ground to cover tomorrow. So sleep.” The Ghoul growled the last bet which caught you off guard but definitely got the point across. You leaned against a rusted gas pump while pulling your wings over your arms and partially over your legs. It never took you long to fall asleep, but the guilt from hurting your traveling companion lingered. You wanted to make it right but reasoned you could mend things while traveling again tomorrow.

An abrupt crash caused you to wake up with a start, but before you could get your bearings, there was a heavy weight on you that hadn't been there before. It had you pinned to the ground as your senses came back to you and you realized it was a raider. The fire was still blazing which allowed you to see the man on top of you clearly. He was barking orders to his group which you weren’t coherent enough to make out.

“Get off me!” You shouted as you squirmed to fight against the man’s hold on you, the ground digging into your back. Your pulse pounding in your ears as panic washed over you. How had they gotten the jump on us? Your eyes frantically looked for The Ghoul only to see him lying face down in the sand. It was far too dark and you were in far too much of a panic to focus on if he was breathing or not.

“Aren’t you a pretty sight?” The raider leader said as he leaned down and ran his tongue up the side of your neck to your ear. At that moment instinct kicked in as you turned your head and bit down into the raider’s cheek when he was pulling away. Your teeth, having been abnormally sharp canines, beat through the flesh with ease and left a large hole in his face. The chunk of meat was left in your mouth as he jerked back in pain and held his face.

Taking that opportunity you got out from under the man but quickly yanked him up as you went to promptly throw him in the fire. His screams as he hit the flames alerted his group who quickly pulled out their weapons to attack. The fire was being smothered by the man writhing in it which put your opponents at a disadvantage. You spat out the flesh that remained in your mouth and beard your teeth, now stained with blood. Most of the raiders carried knives and close ranged weapons which only put them at an even greater disadvantage, as long as you stayed out of range.

You pulled out the pistol holstered at your thigh as you aimed and fired the first round. The bullet landed square in the chest of the raider closest to where The Ghoul laid motionless. As the body fell the other two charged in your direction which you quickly ducked away from and led them out from under the gas station canopy. They quickly followed suit as they chased after you. Not wanting to take a chance of them ripping your wings you stayed nimble on your feet.

Firing off another two rounds, one landed in the thigh of the farthest while the second lodged in the shoulder of the other. They continued to come after you which led to the last fatal two shots fired, but not before the one closest to you managed to swipe his blade across your forearm and leave a trail of blood running down your arm.

You quickly applied pressure to the wound as the bodies fell and you ran over to The Ghoul’s side. The man in the fire was no longer a threat and was burned bloody. Examining The Ghoul you realized he was still alive, but saw a bruise beginning to form on the back of his head. The raiders must’ve been hiding out and waiting.

What had The Ghoul so distracted he didn’t see them? You thought to yourself as you sat up. Rummaging through your bag you looked for your med kit to wrap your arm. It was going to be hard to bandage the arm with only one hand to work with but you would make do.

The Ghoul had been out for the rest of the night which worried you as you kept watch for him to recover. However, when morning arrived he came too and in a bet of a panic at that. His weapon was immediately in his hand as he waved it around looking for the raiders. You had already taken care of the bodies and harvested whatever meat you could manage off of them along with any supplies they could’ve had.

“What happened?” The Ghoul demanded as he leaned back on the wall behind him. You had flipped him over while he was sleeping so he wouldn't be lying face down in the dirt all night. His demeanor and frantic actions had startled you a bet so had your hands raised in defense.

“Raiders must’ve been camping out and ambushed us in the middle of the night. I took care of them.” You lowered your hands as he returned his gun to its holster and rubbed the back of his head. Slowly, you brought forward a makeshift bag filled with the remains of the raiders. You took it upon yourself to dry out the meat last night as you kept watch, not wanting to fall back asleep by accident. The Ghoul raised an eyebrow as his gaze moved from the bag, to you, then to your bandaged forearm.

“I figured if you don’t want it, someone in the next town will.” You explained as realization slipped into The Ghoul’s expression. Tossing it over to him, he looked in the bag to find what he was expecting.

“Well look at that. Looks like y’have more uses than y’let on.” His voice was teasing as he wrapped the meat backup and found a place for him to carry it. The Ghoul stood as he checked his belongings. Soon after, stretching to relieve the ache in his body from being shuffled around while unconscious.

“I got a lot of talents if you’re looking to test my limits.” You chuckled lightly as you stood up from your spot near the burnt out fire. Gathering your belongings, you quickly stretched your wings before tucking them back under your jacket. Your eye’s met with The Ghoul’s which caused you to startle as you saw the expression it held. It wasn’t something you had seen on him before, but it looked almost hungry as he smirked at you.

He began to walk closer to you leading to you stepping back into the gas pump you had been sleeping on. Your eyes rose to hold The Ghoul’s stair as he leaned forward to your ear. Worry settled into your veins as you wondered if he could hear the pounding in your heart against your rib cage.

“Maybe I should, darlin.” He whispered before turning away and beginning to trek into the wasteland. A deep red plagued your face as you tried to get your bearings. Why did he do that? Was he trying to rile you up? No he couldn’t have been. Could he?

“Come on now! Don’t make me wait on y’.” You heard The Ghoul shout over his shoulder as you realized he was already far ahead of you. Quickly gathering your composure, and throwing your goggles over your eyes, you ran after him to catch up.

[cherrygummycandy]

Memories leave with the tide.

A sea beast Captain Crows Crew x Shipwrecked!Reader

(A few things. I've set this in a Canon in which Jacob and Maisie return to a newly built Inevitable, which now hunts criminals and various magical treasures instead of beasts. Also, the skinny guy that Jacob helps throughout the film didn't get named, so I named him Jamie. He looks like a Jamie, right?)

The sound of turbulent waves lapping against the shore echoes across the beach, as the crew of the ex-hunter ship the 'Inevitable' loaded various cargo off the boat. Everyone had various tasks, from moving crates, to slacking off. Captain Crow, though his reputation is in question with many, remains captain. Standing on deck by the main mast, he busies himself charting a course with Sarah Sharpe. Jacob assists the crew in their efforts to move crates, once more saving Jamie from being crushed under a crate too big for his skinny stature.

"Whoa there, watch yerself', ye can't be runnin' around like you can carry this much! There's plenty of daylight left for moving stuff, don't overwork yourself." Jacob picks the young lad up by the shoulders, setting him back upright and dusting off his vest. Jamie sheepishly scratches his neck with a sigh. "Sorry, Jacob! I'll be more careful, I just feel like Ms. Merino wants me to hurry up..." He glances over in the direction of Ms. Merino. Jacob follows the lad's gaze, and sees the Fiery-haired (and tempered) woman yelling various obscenities and what-not at the crew.

"HURRY UP, YE' LUBBERS, OR THE CAPTAIN WILL HAVE YE' PEELIN' POTATOES TILL DAWN!" she screeches. Jacob chuckles, and turns back to his frightened shipmate, shaking his head. "Don't worry about Merino, I'll stick up for ye if she bites." Jamie eyes only widen as Jacob walks away with a smirk. "S-SHE BITES?" Jamie yells after Jacob.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the beach, a young girl plays with a chubby blue creature. Maisie Brumble chucks a rough piece of driftwood across the beach, only for the little blue beast to flop after it. After a few moments, the stick is back in Maisie's hands, ready to be thrown again. She gets ready to throw again, her arm stretched back, when suddenly a force grabs the stick and pulls Maisie up into the air. "AHH! Jacob Holland, put me down!" Maisie squeals, feigning annoyance. "Sorry, Mais, but I told ye' to stay by the ship. It's way too dangerous for you to be this far away." The strong male begins to drag the child back to the ship. Maisie groans, and rolls her eyes. "Dangerous!? Sarah taught me how to use my knife, and besides-" She wiggles, and drops the stick and falls to the ground. She picks up the little creature flopping after her and Jacob. "Blue will protect me!" She waves blue in front of Jacob with a grin. The creature pants happily, and Jacob only looks down with an unamused expression. "Uh-huh. Back to the ship, young lady-" He points behind him. Maisie pouts, slowly dragging her feet against the sand to emphasize her annoyance. "But Jacob... I'm having fun... and the ship is... so far..." She groans, before dramatically throwing herself down onto the damp sand. "Please, I've carried two crates of cannon balls on my shoulders, ye' way nothing." Jacob hoists the child over his shoulder. He playfully musses her curly hair, shaking some sand out of it. As the pair tease each other back and forth, Blue suddenly stops following them. "Blue, come on!" Maisie calls, but he doesn't follow. "Jacob, stop! Something's the matter with Blue..." Maisie says. His brows furrow and he turns to face behind, to see the little blue ball of blubber hopping down the beach into the treeline.

He can feel Maisie glaring at the back of his head from his shoulder, and only sighs. "Alright, let's see what that odd beast is up too." He plops Maisie back down. The girls quickly runs after the creature, prompting Jacob to follow, before knocking his foot against a shell. "Aw, bloody-" He groans, before being cut off. "Jacob, come quick!" Maisie's voice carries to him, and a wave of panic washes over him. He runs in the direction of her voice, ignoring the throbbing he now feels in his foot. When he arrives, panting heavily, he is relieved to see Maisie appears unharmed. "Don't screech like that, lass. Had me frightened." He scolds, leaning against a tree in an attempt to catch his breath. "Now, what is it?" The girl points out of the tree line, and Jacobs gaze lands on a boat, small and damaged, laying on the shore. "No, there." Maisie tugs on his sleeve and points a little to the left, where a crumpled figure lays in the sun, clothes torn and soaked from the tides.

"Holy sea-beasts-" Maisie glares at him. "Right, uh, sorry. No more sea-beast themed exclamatory phrases." He awkwardly coughs, then turns his attention back to the sight before him. Drawing his weapon, he begins to cautiously approach the body, waving Maisie behind him. Despite their stealth, Blue waddles toward the body ahead of them, stopping beside the body. "No! Don't get too close, Blue!" Maisie whisper-yells, her hands trying to wave Blue back towards them. Blue simply ignores them, chirping and nuzzling its head against the body. Jacob sighs, and approaches the body. The man looks down at you. Though you appear to be worse for wear, clothes torn and skin bruised, you're still breathing. "Okay, Maisie, run back to the ship, tell Sarah and the captain we've found someone. I'll carry them back." Jacob moves to pick you up, but Maisie does not move from her spot. "You run ahead, and I'll bring them back to the ship." Maisie suggest. Brow raised, Jacob asks "Have ye ever had to carry an unconscious body?" Maisie thinks, then looks back up. "H-have ye?" She asks. He doesn't respond, and the girl quickly grabs her blue companion, and begins running in the direction of the ship. Jacob picks up your unconscious form, careful to avoid the injuries given to you by the harsh waves.

Back at the ship, Captain Crow begins to give orders to the doctor about preparations that should be made, while Sarah Sharpe stands with a telescope, looking for Jacob's approaching figure. Maisie sits on the ship-rail, feet dangling as she kicks them back and forth, half excited and half nervous. "Captain, I see Jacob!" Sarah shouts down. As Jacob reaches the ship, various crew members try to get a peek at the mysterious person on Jacob's back. "Back up, you lot! Don't crowd, get back to work!" Sarah yells, causing the crowd to disperse with a few grumbles and complaints.

The buzzing in your ears slowly fades out, replaced by the sounds of voices you don't recognize. You groan slightly, attempting to blink as the darkness fades to color. Though still blurry, it seems you're in a bed, with a few figures around you. "-n you hear us?" A female voice calls, her voice fading in and out. You make another grumble, and attempt to sit up. You hiss in pain, gripping your waist at the tenderness of the skin, before looking at the group around you. A young girl with dark curly hair and a curious face stares up at you, and a serious faced woman stands behind her. Closest to you, a blonde haired man is sat, legs crossed, on an operating table. "Who are you, w-where am I?" You ask, pulling the bed sheets over yourself as a feeling of anxiety washes over you. "Easy, easy." The blonde man puts his hands out in surrender. "We don't want to hurt ye'." You try to steady your breathing, and readjust your position under the man's gaze. You feel your cheeks heat up a tad at the intense gaze.

"My name is Jacob Holland, this is Sarah Sharpe." He motions to the stern faced woman. "You're on the Inevitable. We-" He's cut off by the small girl. "And I'm Maisie Bramble. My friend Jacob neglected to introduce me!" Maisie says proudly, sticking a hand out for you to shake. Despite your nervousness, you shake her hand, amused by this young girl's antics. "Right, well, as I was saying before I was INTERRUPTED-" Jacob glares at Maisie, only making her giggle. "We found you by a wrecked sailboat. Do you remember what happened?" He asks. You try to ignore the throbbing in your skull, and try to focus on what you remember. Like a thick fog of cloud, there seems to be something preventing you from remembering anything.

"No... I, I can't remember anything." You say softly. "Nothing at all?" Sarah asks, a suspicious tone present in her voice. Her face softens slightly when your eyes begin to well with tears. "I can't remember anything!" You begin to feel the tears escape your eyes and slide down your cheeks. "Hey, It'll be alright. It'll be okay, really." Jacob says, clearly unsure how to approach the situation, but trying to be comforting. Maisie takes a different approach. She simply steps closer, and wraps her arms around your midsection. "Wha-" You say, confused. After a few moments, you sigh, and hug her back. You pull away and wipe at your eyes, sniffling a little. "Thanks, kiddo. And thank you." You address Sarah and Jacob. "Thank you for bringing me to your ship, and rescuing me. I don't know how I can repay you, and I hate to ask more of you but..." You sigh. "Could I possibly come with you? Wherever you're headed, I just think If I was in a city I could find out who I am, or get closer at least." Jacob nods. "Of course, we can't leave ye' abandoned on an island." Sarah whips her head in Jacobs direction. "You don't have the authority to make that call, Jacob." She says pointedly. Jacob sighs. "I'm going to be the captain someday." He whines. "Someday is not today, I'll go talk to the captain." She turns and leaves, heading up the steps and out of the doctors room.

"She's right, y'know." Maisie says. Jacob pouts and looks at her. "Not helping Maisie."

[queerb]

😅🤩🦅✍

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

I'm a little embarrassed about everything I write, bruh 😂😂 especially the OC x Canon stuff. But that comes from my early days in fandom, y'know?

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Shiva is a dramatic little bitch and he's so much fun. But surprisingly I like writing Appule a lot too?? Like Dragon Ball really went "here's this Frieza Force grunt who's a selfish, pathetic, scheming little weakling and only ever makes an appearence as cannon fodder" and I went "say less."

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I try to outline. I think I write better when I outline, because it gives me more time to see the story play out in my head and come up with the words to describe it. But sometimes the Ghost Of Motivation will possess me at two in the morning and I'll pull 3000 words out of my ass so 🤷‍♂️

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

@sternbagel is the closest thing I've got lmao 😂

[carboniteprincess]

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, character death, murder, you're literally a rebel sniper, it's enemies to lovers boba is not going to be nice to you yet, love at first fist fight, I cannot stress this enough, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, he's kind of arrogant? but he's young give him time

Pairing: Boba Fett x F! Reader | 2.0k words

You're arguably the best sniper in the entire rebel alliance, with hundreds of high ranking Imperial officials on your belt. When you're given the order to kill Boba Fett, you are under the impression that this would be like any other mission. Unfortunately, he seems to have great skill of getting out of situations that aren't in his favor. Now you're on Tatooine, where your comrade Orda has lured him into discussing business in a shady restaurant under the guise of being an Imperial Commander. His luck has to run out at some point, and you intend that to be today.

Crossposted on Ao3!

Being a rebel wasn't as glamorous as you thought. You weren't conducting high-level espionage or anything of the like. Instead, your penchant for sniping was homed in on, making you one of, if not the best in the entire squad. The only flaw you had, was arrogance. Never have you let a target walk away, never have you allowed yourself into a tight spot. 

You were always ahead of the enemy, so when your general gave you the order to kill Boba Fett. You assumed it would be an easy in and out job, perhaps he would've posed a threat to other members of your squad. But to you it would be simple, right? Unfortunately not. 

This is your third attempt at some kind of ambush, luring him into a perfect position. Mandalorian armor had few weak points, meaning you had to meticulously spend hours figuring out where would land a good, clean blow. His neck. If angled correctly, one tilt of his helmet and it would be over. Right through the jugular, no more bounty hunter. Another imperial dog to add to your list. 

If he would just turn his head, a little more to the right. Sweat beads on your forehead, eyes focused down the scope. Being a good assassin was all about your ability to linger, to wait. You're positioned on a balcony, a blind spot to the restaurant below. Your associate kept him talking under the guise of being an Imperial Commander, negotiating pay for the next rebel target. Boba Fett sits across from him, drink untouched. If you could see his face you'd swear he seemed bored. His legs wide open, leaning back nonchalantly. 

Fingers clenching on the trigger, you close your left eye. It wasn't like you enjoyed your job, when this war was over you'd swore to never lift a weapon again. The Empire made you, molding you like clay into a perfect killer. A painful truth, a driving force. Your parents. Both were medical professionals, caught smuggling medication to the galaxy's poorest. Promptly executed and then you, an orphan. A street urchin, nothing more. 

It wasn't long into your teens that you heard of the resistance, your heart burned with a want of revenge. So you got stronger, learned how to use a blaster, pilot and any skills that would make you useful to their cause. But you weren't a rebel, not really. You didn't care for politics, didn't even bother listening to the speeches about restoring the Republic. It didn't matter to you, but what did matter was taking out as many Imperials as you could before you die in battle or finally become numb to the anger. 

Self-preservation was no concern of yours, and that made you dangerous. A loose cannon, hot-tempered, and scarily a woman. You were used to being underestimated by your peers on gender, height, birth planet…. and you were the one who gets the high-profile missions. You were the one who has the highest accuracy, years of practice which left your trigger finger calloused, and every other emotion muted. 

Boba Fett had become a real thorn in your side. Threatening your record, career and possibly your sanity. His uncanny talent for escaping situations, even if all cards were against him, was exasperating. You would be lying if you didn't have some modicum of respect for him though, you were somewhat alike. Respect, no matter how great, does not destroy a death warrant. 

Someday soon his luck would run out, and it would be you at the other end of the blaster. That day was today. Lips twitching into a smirk, you watch his neck turn. Bingo. You steady your rifle, pulse pounding in your ears. At last, this mission would be over. You'd become a legend, the woman who killed Boba Fett. 

Bang. You take the shot, accurate as ever. A hum leaves your lips, watching him fall to the ground. Your calculations were correct, there was a weak point. Every armor has one, even Mandalorian. It was like a drug, the puzzle pieces clicking together with every fragility you discovered. 

The restaurant below descends into chaos, even the bartender is panicking. All guests rushing from their tables, abandoning their meals as your associate checks the man's pulse. You stare down your scope, watching the ordeal. He gives a thumbs-up, definitely dead. A buzz in your ear alerts you to a comlink.

"He's dead. But I think you'll want to come down here." Orda replies through static. Your brow creases, what the hell could've gone wrong. Muscles twitching with irritation, you make your way through the currently uninhabited building. You were ordered to avoid collateral damage by all means necessary, a false fire alarm did the job well. 

Your feet tap against the stairs as you make quick work of assessing your surroundings— if something is wrong, then it's always better safe than sorry. It seemed to be all clear, so you proceeded out the door and onto the street. This area of Mos Eisley was pretty habitable, aside from the abundance of criminal undertakings. Dust kicks as you march into the restaurant, pushing through various guests who were piling out at lightspeed. 

With a gruff, you finally make it to the rooftop, an exclusive VIP spot which proved difficult to doctor identity necessary to enter. You're about to start asking what the hell could've been so important that he dragged you down here, but your eyes meet Orda's now slumped body, face down with all color residing. A frustrated sigh leaves you, he was a good man. Even worse, he was a great rebel. His heart was in it, unlike yours. He shouldn't have been the casualty here. You reach down, pulling out his identichip and stashing it in your pocket. An action that you've taken with far too many of your comrades. 

Painfully you pull yourself from Orda's body, standing upright. Lingering would be a deathwish, whoever killed Orda was skilled. An impressive marksman, obviously one of Boba's accomplices who mistakenly thought he was the one that shot him. You could go over what-ifs later, right now you were going to finish the fucking job. 

The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in crimson constellations as the wind settled. Inspecting Boba's body was your primary concern, whatever Orda discovered, it cost him his life. You were determined to find out what exactly it was, from a glance it seemed like Boba Fett. With a grimace, you move his drooping head around. Concerningly heavier than expected, beskar is light and durable. 

You hook your fingertips under the helmet, pulling it off and coming face to face with…. not your target. Fuck. You'd be deceived, spectacularly. Knuckles white, feeling bile in your throat threatening to explode in a cocktail of frustration and admiration. The crudely made edges of the helmet abrasive against your palm, a reminder of your failure. 

Without a second thought, your balled fist comes into contact with the wall, encasing the helmet and sending tendrils of pain, a shock wave through your arm as you verbalize your confliction with a strangled scream. Orda died for nothing, you were a joke. Everything you had built, buried and locked away was floating to the surface. 

But you haven't felt this alive in years. Being outsmarted, so cunningly sent a morbid thrill up your spine. You could almost laugh, had you not heard footsteps approaching. Impulsively your hand fell to your blaster, making a mental note to thank your teacher for always carrying more than one. 

"Surely you didn't believe it was that easy to kill me." Before he can finish you turn, firing your blaster in his direction. Of course, his armor deflects it with ease. "I must admit, I'm impressed. Not everyone could distinguish beskar through weight alone." A snort leaves him at your feeble attempt to hold ground, looking over your pathetic secondary weapon that could barely injure an Ewok. 

"Go thing I'm not everyone then." You stand, keeping your right arm extended, blaster aimed at his inner thigh. It wouldn't kill him, however it would allow ample time for escape. "You killed my friend." He's circling you now. "Who's your Intel? How did you know I'd be here?" 

"You are hardly in the position to be making demands, little rebel." Another chuckle, you'd heard of him toying with his advisories before, but this was different. A teacher disciplining a student. 

"You're going to kill me anyway, what's the harm." You huff, shrugging. He stops pacing, chewing over your words. 

"Killing you would be a waste." That bastard. "Of my time and resources." He adds matter-of-factly. 

"Orda wasn't?" You spit, voice cracking in frustration. Figuring out what made others tick was your specialty, but the lack of motivation and reason within Boba's actions is what baffled you. 

"That was a favor." He sounds like you should be grateful, almost insulted that you hadn't figured it out yet even with him practically dangling the answer in front of you. Perhaps you weren't as clever as he thought. 

"A—favor? How would killing my comrade benefit me!" You reply astounded, cheeks burning red, hand shaking on your blaster. 

You think for a second, taking your eyes off him. Why did it take until after the kill for Orda to realize what was wrong with the body… He isn't… wouldn't…could've of… you've been double-crossed. "He wouldn't— I've spent months with him—" 

"And every little thing you did, he told me." His admission is calm, you look over Orda's body, no longer do you feel remorse. Just shame. You couldn't even see betrayal under your nose. 

You walk closer to him, the barrel of your blaster getting dangerously close. Nothing could stop you from finishing your mission right now, but he's letting you. Knowledge is far more appealing than rewards in the resistance. 

With your grip around the handle tight, you slam it down across his helmet, your knee reaching his groin. "You're very easy to fool." A smirk replaces the look of misery on your face, it was a dangerous game to pretend to let your guard down. Your risk paid off, managing to get a shot at his thigh. 

Swiftly, you press all your weight on him, knocking him back just enough to make a run for the edge of the balcony. He groans in pain, you're so close to the edge, escape almost in your grasp— when a grappling hook wraps around your ankle. 

You struggle against the cold floor, doing anything you can to wriggle free from his grasp.

It's fruitless, as soon as he's in reach you're kicking him, hurtling all kinds of abuse. Your attempts to wrestle him are almost comical and in a frenzy, you grip the only thing that seems viable. His Helmet. You manage to free it, your fingers hooking under and pulling it off his head, sending it on the floor beside you. For a moment you're the one stunned, not him. 

Dark curls frame his face, a beautiful border to tanned skin. His nose is prominent but compliments his features. Scars pepper his face, but he's young. Younger than you thought. You watch as his forehead crinkles in anger, hands pinning yours beside your head. 

Wasting no time, you bring your head to crack his, sending him back with a kick to the stomach. Your nose pours from impact, dripping onto the floor as you clamber to your feet. 

"This isn't over." You hear his voice, unmodified. You rush to the edge, peering over and assessing if you can land in one of the speeders below. He stands, trying to rush over to stop you. "Don't!" 

With a wink, you throw yourself over the side. In seconds you're hurtling onto the street, watching a bare-faced Boba Fett grow smaller with each passing second. His eyes are widened in either admiration or shock for your bravery. 

He eventually dares to look over and finds that you're gone. Whoever you were, he finally had a worthy opponent. He would find you again. His little rebel. 

[bisexualnathanyoung]

Community Blowback

Fandom: Misfits, Nathan Young x Original Character 

Summary: When Mel Albright, a low-life stoner with a heart of gold, ends up on community service, she assumes it’s just another thing in a line of mishaps that is her life. Will the aftermath of a freak storm and the help of a green eyed idiot show her that maybe things being fucked up aren’t always that bad after all?

Masterlist

- Follows the events of the e4 show, Misfits, with slight cannon divergence. 

A/N: Completely different OC than the one from the piece I posted the other day. Mel is my main OC that I love, and I wanted to start writing some one-shots to post about her and Nathan, and I wasn’t sure how to introduce her, so I went ahead and posted my baby. Enjoy! (special thanks to @seanfalco for being my first reader and always supporting me 😭) 

Chapter One: New Day, New Bullshit 

Word Count: 5.1k 

Warnings: none in addition to canon compliant ones such as blood, death, drug use, and offensive humor. all of my writing is probably going to have swearing in it. 

Bullshit. Total Bullshit. My mum fucks up my entire childhood, and I’m the one with the criminal record for trying to protect her. Great. Just fantastic. I thought as I swung open the door to the community center. Fucking community service, taking up my time, that I could be doing literally anything other than this.  

There was only one other person there, a boy with short brown hair and blue eyes, sitting by himself, motioning his phone around the room. I plopped down in a chair on the opposite side of the lobby near a vending machine. Another boy entered the room. He looked vaguely familiar. Maybe I'd gone to school with him or something. Two more girls showed up, and soon after a large man wearing a name badge left the office. 

"I'm Tony, and I'll be-" the door swung open, "Sorry I'm late!" an Irish accent bounced against the walls of the community center and we all turned to look towards who it came from. Pretty Cute. was my first thought. Hair full of curls. Lanky build. Yeah, he was cute, but so was the other guy. After I'd decided I didn't know if I knew the other guy or not, I did decide he was pretty hot. Very nice muscles. None of them were ugly, not even the one sitting by himself. I knew what it was like to be a loner, so I figured if I had a chance with any of them it'd probably be him. Wait why am I thinking about this? Everyone here has a criminal record. Just stop. I cursed my dumb brain and it's stupid way of assessing people. I had no problem developing crushes, but I'd never do anything about them. Probably best in this situation. I didn't know what any of them had done. 

"Anyway," Tony continued, "I'm going to b-" the door aggressively whipped open as another guy came in. Not near as chipper as the other one. Tony balled his fists, seeming like he didn't like being interrupted, "You know what, when I call your name just come get your jumpsuit. If it's too small, I'll try to find another one. If it's too big, deal with it!" 

I made a mental note of their names: Gary, Kelly, Simon, Alisha, Curtis, and Nathan.

 He told us where the locker room was and we all filed in. I wasn't crazy about the fact the room was unisex, but I had an undershirt on, it was fine. I had just about buttoned it as much as I wanted it when a weird squeaking sound came from behind me. 

"What are you doing that for?" a particularly chavish, northern accent said. 

"Just for a bit of a laugh," the Irish one, Nathan, responded. I turned and saw he scribbled the pay out of "community payback" and turned it into "community blowback" with a little smiley face in the o. I thought the smiley face was a nice touch. If they didn't want young offenders vandalizing their uniforms, they probably shouldn't have left magic markers lying around. 

   I followed the others outside and leaned up against the railing as the probation worker went on about making a difference and being worth something. Waste of my fucking time. I was staring off into space when a phone rang and brought my attention back to the group. The probation worker tried to continue as Alisha kept talking on her phone. Then chaos ensued as everyone talked over each other, and right after that a fight tried to break out as the probation worker separated Gary, who seriously had some anger management issues from Nathan, the cheeky one who kept taking the piss. Nathan was throwing his arms around like an idiot, while Gary looked like he could probably kill him. The probation worker, Tony, somehow got Gary to calm down and instructed us to grab some paint and cover up the ugly, vandalized benches.

 I found my way to the middle bench with Kelly the one with the accent from earlier, and Nathan. At least he was nice to look at, and I wasn’t too keen on being too near Gary. I thought about joining Alisha and Curtis. Curtis made it vocal earlier that he didn't deserve to be here. I’d have that in common with him, but I saw the way she was looking at him. I hadn’t had her figured out yet, so I didn’t want to barge in on her territory. 

Not five minutes in, Gary ended up kicking a paint can into the water and leaving the area after he kicked a shopping cart too. With him gone, I moved over to the bench with the only other person who wasn’t running their mouth earlier, Simon. If he kept it that way, we’d get along fine. 

“Lemme guess, shoplifting,” Nathan began to bother Kelly, “no?” 

“Don’t act like you know me cos you don’t,” she responded. 

“I’m just making conversation,” he said, then going on some spiel about networking with young offenders, “C’mon what’d you do?” He asked her. I kept my eyes on the bench, but I couldn’t help but overhear. I was kind of curious of how everyone ended up here, but it wasn’t my business, so I wasn’t about to go around asking. 

“A girl called me a slag so I got in a fight,” she said. Typical. 

“Was this on the Jeremy Kyle show?” He asked and I snickered, hoping nobody noticed. 

“No, it was at Argos.”

“Argos… You know what you should’ve done is get one of those little pens they have and jabbed it in her eye.” He responded. 

“What about you, weird kid?” He said and I looked up. It took me a second to realize he wasn’t referring to me but the boy next to me. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like a panty-sniffer.” Jesus. I went back to focusing on the bench. 

“I’m not a panty-sniffer. I’m not a pervert,” Simon said. Nathan starting making weird noises, so I looked to see him pretending to wank off the paint brush. Any sense of attraction I had from his looks disappeared. 

“I tried to burn someone’s house down!” Simon responded to the teasing, and Nathan let out a high pitched ‘fuuu.’ I laughed.  

“What?” He directed at me, “You burn someone’s house down too? I haven’t heard a peep out of you. Maybe you’re the panty-sniffer.” 

I narrowed my eyes at him, “No… I kneed my mother’s husband in the bollocks because I didn’t like how he treated her. Don’t let yourself be next.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Alright, alright, Jaysus.” He walked back over to his bench. 

“What did you do?” Kelly asked. 

“Me? I was done for eating some pick n mix,” he responded. 

“Bollocks” she said. Yeah probably, but again, it really wasn’t anyone’s business. 

I looked up at the sky as the thunder started to roll, a dark cloud approaching. 

“What is going on with this weather?” Nathan asked. To who? I don't know. I was starting to believe he just liked to hear himself speak. The probation worker showed back up and started questioning how we screwed up painting benches. 

“It wasn’t us,” I started, “It w-" I screamed as I got cut off by a giant piece of ice destroying the car behind him. 

“That’s my car,” Tony said in disbelief. 

“Ha classic,” Nathan said before another giant piece of hail flew into the water, not five feet from my head. 

“SHIT,” I yelled. 

“Alright, I’m a little bit freaked out!” A complete change in attitude out of Nathan.  

“What is that?!” Alisha motioned towards the sky while Simon filmed it with his cellphone. I looked and the cloud from earlier had doubled or tripled in size and gotten much darker. Another piece of ice exploded a dumpster.

“What is going on here? Move!” 

“Ruuuun” 

And so we ran with great panic to get inside, many things being destroyed around us. Hail was pelting us as it poured down. When we finally got to the door, of course it was locked. We were all screaming at the probation worker to get it open, and then snapped when Alisha yelled, "Open the fucking door!” 

“DON’T speak to me like that!” 

And then everything went wonky. All of us flew into the air, screaming. I felt a zap through my body, and then we were on the ground again on our backs. Not dead. Surprisingly. 

“I feel really weird,” Kelly said. I nodded in agreement. 

“That’ll be the lightnin,” Curtis responded. 

“A little reassurance might be nice, y’know, you’re fine, lookin good,” Nathan said. Yeah, he was never going to shut up I decided. Then the probation worker mumbled something that sounded vaguely like ‘wanker.’ 

“Did he just call me a wanker? Hey?! Hello!” Nathan continued, being his annoying self. 

“Is everyone alright?” Tony said, seeming a little bit more normal than a second ago but not by much. 

“We could’ve died you dick,” said Alisha. 

“Are you alright?” Kelly said, “You’re actin like a freak.” She wasn’t wrong. 

“Maybe we should call it a day,” he said. Gladly. I was more than ready to go home and nurse the headache that was beginning to form. 

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I rubbed my eyes, walking up to the community center. Agreeing to take closing at work because of community service may have been a bad idea, but it wasn’t like I had a ton of options. Opening my eyes back up, I noticed big red letters graffitied onto the community center. As I got closer they read clearer 

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU” Oh great. What a lovely good morning message. I stood up against the wall while Alisha stared at her phone. 

“This is a joke. Did one of you do this?” Curtis accused. 

“Don’t look at me cos I didn’t do it,” Kelly answered. Nathan wandered up to the group, “I’ll tell you who did it. It’s that Banksy prick. It has a hidden meaning. It’s like that monkey policeman with the banana and a Tesco’s bag.” What? 

“Maybe someone wants to kill us,” Simon added. 

“And why would anyone want to kill us,” Kelly responded, pretty much voicing my thoughts. 

The probation worker showed up, made a stupid joke, then Alisha’s phone rang. 

“Right! That’s it! All of you give me your phones!” I was starting to believe Tony’s anger problems rivaled Gary’s, and then I noticed Gary wasn’t there. Whatever. Not my problem. 

“Are you allowed to take our phones?” Alisha asked before he snatched them up. I was wondering the same thing. I was already in shit with work for having to cut my hours in half, what if they needed to ask me to come in that night? The last thing I needed was more shit from my coworkers. The anti-social behavior part wasn’t the problem, it was the fact that my mother took me to fucking court. I reluctantly gave him my phone anyway. 

We walked back to the locker room to get changed. 

“Is he allowed to take our phones?” Nathan started, “He’s probably using them to call one of them sex lines.” 

“Those sex lines will eat your credit,” Curtis responded. 

“Call those a lot, do you?” Alisha joked. I think. 

“He’s out there filming himself, on our phones, naked, masturbatin,” Nathan said, coming up with another scenario. 

“If he is, you figure I could upload it to one of those sites and get some money off it?” I said. 

“Of course not. That’s the thing about girls, man,” he said, turning towards Curtis, “they don’t get it. Nobody’s gonna pay for porn when it’s just out there for free. ‘Specially not of some big ole probation worker working his cock outside a community center.” 

Curtis shook his head, “You know people do get money for that stuff? Why do you think there’s adverts all over the site?” 

“Whatever. I just know we’d never see any of it,” Nathan responded. 

“At least I could get a lawsuit out of it,” I mumbled. 

“Now you’re talking,” he said, raising his eyebrows and putting his hand on my arm. His bare chest was still out. Yeah, he’s still cute. Possibly. Maybe. 

"What was your name again?" He asked. 

"Mel," I responded. 

"As in Brooks?" He joked. I rolled my eyes. 

"As in Melanie, thanks," I squinted at him. 

"Riiiight," he said, continuing to get dressed. 

“D’ya want some of this?” Alisha asked Curtis, motioning the joint in between her fingers at him. 

“No, I’m good,” he responded. 

“You?” She gestured to me. 

“Yeah,” I took it from her and took a good long drag and leaned up against the lockers with my eyes closed as I blew it out. I’d need more than this to get me through the day, but at least it was something. 

I opened my eyes as I felt someone take it from my fingers and saw Nathan smoking it in front of me. 

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that,” I sneered at him. 

“If you want it, come and get it!” He said as he ran out of the locker room. What the hell? I chased him and he finished the joint and threw it over his shoulder. 

Dickhead. 

Alisha and Curtis shamelessly flirted as I tried to scrub the letters. I was kind of perturbed by the fact that Alisha wasn’t doing shit, but she had a point. This wasn’t coming off anytime soon, and the job felt kind of pointless. 

“You know after the storm? Did any of you’s feel like dead weird?” Kelly asked the group. I mean yeah, I thought, looking back towards the letters while Nathan said some dumb bullshit. We all did, right? But then things were fine at work. I looked up to see Kelly looking at me. Why is she looking at me? 

She quickly turned to Simon, “What did you feel weird?” She asked him. 

“What you don’t want to hear about my anus?!” Nathan responded. 

“Do you really need to ask a question?” Curtis snapped back at him. Nathan gave him a stupid little grin that was really cute. No, not cute. Kind of cute? 

“Something happened,” Simon started. 

“What’s that? Squeak up!” Nathan teased. Not cute. Wanker. 

I went back to scrubbing and ignored the rest of them until Nathan fell into me after Kelly pushed him and the water from the bucket got all over my lower half. Yeah, he deserved a shove but not at my expense. 

“What was that for?!” Nathan exclaimed as Kelly stormed off. 

“You want me to help you dry off?” He said to me, glancing down my body, before I shoved him back the other way and went to sit on the other side of the table where Alisha was. 

“What’s with all the pushin?! Jesus.” 

We eventually went back inside after the unanimous decision that that shit wasn’t coming off. I went back into the locker room to find my box of cigarettes. Alisha took to the mirror. It seemed like she did that a lot. She reapplied her lip gloss, “Curtis is well fit, yeah?” She asked/told me. 

I shrugged, “Yeah, I guess.” I mean he was, but I wasn’t totally thrilled to be having that conversation. 

“You guess? What’s that supposed to mean?” She half laughed, “He totally wants to shag me,” she said. What am I supposed to say to that? I took a couple cigs out of the box and lit one and put the other in my pocket. I’m gonna have to smoke this whole box to get through the day... but I won’t, I thought as I put it back in my locker. I hesitated before putting them back up. I smoked both of the cigarettes before throwing my lighter in my pocket and leaving the locker room to see Nathan absolutely assaulting a vending machine. 

“D’ya need 50p because I’ve got it if you want it?,” I told him sitting down on the weird blue seats on the other side of the little hallway. 

“No, I’ve got it… got it, yeah!” He said. “Two for one,” he offered me the other one, and I took it. Peace offering for stealing that joint from me this morning. Even though it wasn’t mine to begin with. 

Nathan and Alisha started ganging up on Curtis, and I laid down against the seat, trying to ignore them. I jumped as Curtis launched himself at Nathan. I sat up. Day two and he’s already almost got his arse kicked twice. Maybe I should keep count. Curtis backed off and I opened my cola. 

“D’ya wanna know what I got done for?” Alisha asked. 

“Not really,” Nathan responded. Alisha shot him a look and told us anyway. 

She launched into some story about a party that I couldn’t care about. 

“That’s when the police pull us over… I’m already banned from driving, so I am like fuuuck,” she continues. “This cop, yeah,” she raises her water bottle towards her mouth. I have no idea where she’s going with this, “he hands me the breathalyzer and I’m like ‘Do I suck… or blow?.” Never mind, I know exactly where she’s going with this. She immediately starts licking the bottle, mimicking felatio. Bringing it in her mouth, in and out around her lips. I put my head in my hands at her little show. I glance back up, and she’s still going. I turn to look at the guy’s faces, and it’s kind of hilarious with all of their jaws dropped. I bit my lip to not let out a laugh and then sipped my soda. Part of me wished I had her confidence. 

“Now I don’t know if this cop is gay or what,” she continues her story, after taking the bottle out of her mouth, “but he tells me I’m four times over the limit. It’s bullshit. I didn’t even wanna go to the party.” 

The door swung open, and I sat up on my knees to look over the top of the seat. I saw Kelly scramble to get onto her feet, “He’s gonna kill us!” She said, closing and locking the door. Nathan started laughing, "nice entrance, very dramatic." I didn't think it was the time for jokes. There was definitely something going on with her. 

"The probation worker's gone mental. He's just attacked me. Somethin' really weird is hapenin.' I'm hearin' these voices in me head. It's like I can hear what people are thinkin!" she said, clearly in distress. She was talking fast, her makeup was running. I wasn't sure what to make of it, but I didn't think it was funny. 

"Have you been sniffing glue?" Alisha added. Not taking it seriously. 

"The storm! The lightning! I dunno; it's just done somethin to us!" Kelly continued. It did seem like bullshit. Maybe she was just having a bad trip. 

"Okay if you can hear our thoughts. What am I thinkin' now?" Nathan said and pointed towards his head. 

"You think it's bullshit?!" 

"Course I think it's bullshit, you don't need to be a mind-reader to know that."

I sipped my coke, still not knowing what to make of the scene. 

"Why are you in a wheelchair?!" Kelly continued. 

"It was the storm," Nathan started, "the strange tingling sensation in my anus, it's spread through my body, and now I can't feel my legs," he lied. He was definitely the dramatic one. 

"I'm serious!" she kicked him. 

"Ow, Jesus!" 

Curtis began to speak, walking towards Kelly, "What do you mean the probation worker attacked you?" 

"This does sound like complete shit," Alisha added. 

"He's out there and he chased me!" I couldn't help but believe her. The voices might be something of a bad trip, but the probation worker sure as hell wasn't with us. Who knew where he was? 

"Something's happened to me too," Simon spoke up. 

"Did you pop your cherry?" Nathan joked, "Oh, we're all very happy for you." I kicked him in the back. 

"Hey!" he responded, turning back at me. If he didn't leave Simon alone, I might be next in line at an attempt to kick his arse. 

"Earlier on when we were in the locker room, I was invisible," he continued, "I turned invisible." Things were getting weirder by the minute. Nathan took the piss at Simon's expense again, but he was too far away for me to kick him again. Nathan rolled towards the door. Kelly stopped him. 

"Don't! Don't go out there! He will kill you!" she pleaded him.

"Course he will because he's such a badass," Nathan responded. 

"I really don't think that's a great idea," I finally spoke up.

"Oh, great, not you too," he rolled his eyes and tried to wheel past Kelly. 

"Don't!" she cried. 

"She's telling the truth!" Curtis blurted out of nowhere, "all this it already happened once. I opened the door. The probation worker he killed you," he told Kelly, "you were right there. Everything froze. Time went backwards." 

"Oh, this keeps getting better by the second," Nathan said, getting up. He went towards the door. 

"I'm telling you don't open that door!" Curtis warned. 

"Stop!" I yelled before he started to open it. 

"No!" Curtis yelled as it opened. 

Nathan immediately closed it. Idiot.

"Ah, he's right! Probation worker's gone mental!" The probation worker slammed up against the glass of the door. We all backed up away from the door. 

"Maybe he's on crystal meth, that stuff makes you crazy," Alisha suggested. 

"Y-yeah," I continued, "a bad trip. Everything's going to be fine." I couldn't convince myself. 

"The grafiti, "I'm going to kill you," he wrote it," Simon said. I tried to control my breathing as I slowly backed up. I wasn't going to sit around and be murdered. 

"It's stopped," Curtis said. Kelly and Alisha started fighting like we weren't in danger for our lives while I chewed on my nails and couldn't figure out what to do. 

"We don't have time for this!" I yelled over their little cat fight, "I'm getting the fuck out of here!" 

"Yeah, the back way," Nathan agreed. We ran towards the back of the community center until Nathan slipped and fell. I kept going until I heard Kelly exclaim, "Is that blood?!" I turned back around and sure enough blood was pouring out a locker and all over the ground. 

"Ah, get it off me!" Nathan struggled. I felt my hands shaking as Curtis approached the locker. Please be a dead animal and not a person. I thought. He opened the locker and there was Gary. Very dead. Very stabbed. Very blood. We all jumped back and yelled and screamed. I felt my anxiety build up in my throat. 

"I'm gonna throw up," I said. I felt panic set in. I'm sure we all did. 

"He's gonna kill us," Alisha said, teary-eyed. We couldn't stop staring. It was like a car crash, but much much worse. 

"C'mon don't look at it," Curtis said, trying to comfort Alisha before gasping, "I need to have sex with you right now! Let's do it raw!" Alisha screamed. 

"Get off me, you freak!" I tried to pull him off of her, and he eventually let go. 

"What did I do?" Curtis panicked. I let go of him. 

"Uh, you said you was gonna shag her," Kelly started. 

"And you were getting your chap out!" Nathan told him. 

"It wasn't good," I shook my head. 

"It's when you were touching her…" Simon concluded. I started to think he was the only one of us with brain cells. Alisha touched his neck, getting a very similar reaction out of him. 

"What is happening to me?!" she exclaimed before Tony flew through the glass, shards going everywhere. I screamed and jumped back as lightning shot out of my fingers and into his body. His body lay still. 

"Did… did I just kill him?" I asked, tears filling my eyes. Self defense. Accident. Didn't matter. I still killed someone. The rest of them got closer. 

"Looks pretty dead to me," Nathan said, looking down at the body and up at me. His tone much more serious than usual. Probably because I just killed someone. 

He spoke too soon because Tony's body jerked and grabbed Kelly's leg. 

She kicked the absolute shit out of him, "I! AM! NOT! A! CHAV!" she yelled as she kicked him. 

"That should do it," Nathan said, his hands in his hair. Everyone threw out ideas on what to do. I stayed silent. At least, technically I didn’t kill him, but I don’t think electrocuting him helped him stay alive. 

“We’ll go to the police. We’ll tell them the truth,” Curtis suggested. 

“What?! Tell them that lightnin shot out of her fingers?! They’ll never believe us! Not anymore; They’ll say we killed them both,” Kelly responded to him. I slid down the wall on the opposite side of the room. I tried to steady my breathing. It didn’t work. 

“If there’s no body, there’s no crime,” Simon said, “We should bury them under the fly over.” And that’s what we did. 

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“We don’t tell anyone about this, yeah?” Kelly said as we buried the bodies, “About the storm or what it did to us.” 

“I don’t want anyone to know. I cannot be a freak,” Alisha said. That rubbed me the wrong way for some reason. 

“A freak?!,” I raised my voice, “I can handle being a freak,” I lowered my voice back down, “I’m more worried about going to prison or the lasting emotional damage of having murdered someone.” She looked away from me and we continued to bury them. 

“So hold on,” Nathan started. I really wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit, “All of have some sort of special power,” he said putting special power in air quotes, “everyone can do something except me. He can do something,” he gestured toward Simon, “He can do something, and I can’t. That’s ridiculous, look at him.” That’s it. 

“Just, leave him the fuck alone, twat!” I shouted at Nathan. 

“What? You starting a little weirdo gang over there? Fine, whatever. Have fun.” He finally shut up for once. Simon smirked, and I felt pretty accomplished. 

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After all this disaster, I still had to go to work. Still had to make rent. Still had to pay bills. It didn’t matter what I had experienced. The world moved on. 

“You alright?” One of my coworkers asked, “because you look like shit.” 

“Thanks,” I responded, “I’m fine.” I lied. I couldn’t stop seeing Tony lying there, limp. Practically dead. My fault. Maybe I saved us. Maybe we would’ve survived anyway. There was no way to know. I flipped the chips in the grease without paying attention. Shit. Boiling hot grease went onto my hand. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I said, shaking my hand, running to the sink to run cold water over it. My boss got me a bandage and let me go home early. 

I rolled a joint, smoked it, and tried to get to sleep to prepare me for another exciting day of community service in the morning. 

When I got to the community center the next morning I was exhausted. I’d gotten maybe two hours of sleep, and my burn still hurt like a son of a bitch. I ignored the others as I suited up. I went back into the main area and sat on the floor. Nathan approached me and sat down next to me. 

“What happened to your hand?” He asked. 

“Do you care?” I responded. I didn’t feel like being made fun of for my second degree burn. 

“Maybe I do,” he said. 

“Grease burn,” I told him. 

“How’d that happen?” He asked, looking at the bandage. He seemed genuinely curious. Could Nathan Young act like a normal human being? 

“I work at a chip shop. Had a lot on my mind. Wasn’t paying attention,” I answered honestly. 

“Oh,” he said simply. We sat in silence. Maybe he was a little cute. 

We lined up for questioning. Nobody said anything just like we discussed. 

Until Nathan felt the need to make up a story about Gary and Tony’s illicit, homosexual affair. I was too tired to monitor my thoughts. Somewhere between “what the fuck” and “why the hell did I think that? That’s so out of left field I can’t fucking believe this", I thought something dumb. 

Somewhere in the perverted minefields of my brain, I think “I wouldn’t mind if he was doing that to me,” as Nathan mimics the motion of Tony fucking Gary. I was fucking ashamed as it was without a mind reader standing right beside me. I backpedaled so fast. I had to keep a poker face, so Sally didn’t know something was up. Jesus what was wrong with me? Not only did I have to live with being an accessory to murder, now I had to deal with sexual thoughts about someone who was comparable to the people who bullied me in secondary school. God, I hate my life. 

And then on top of everything else, Sally pulled me aside as she let everyone else go. 

“What happened to your hand?” She asked. You get one burn and all of a sudden everyone needs to know your life story. 

“Grease burn, do you want to see it?!” I snapped. 

“No, that’s alright,” she said, walking away.

 “Well, I think we got away with it,” Nathan said as the group of us gathered on the roof. 

“Do you actually believe that or are you just really dumb?” Curtis said, looking at him. He’s just really dumb. His dumb stupid face with his pretty green eyes and cute curly hair and- STOP. Stop. Stop. Stop. What the fuck is going on? 

“I actually believe that,” he answered, “how come I can’t do something? I was there; I should have one of these bullshit powers.” 

“You can have mine. You wanna know what people are thinking about you?” Kelly responded, shooting me a look. Great. She knows. This is bullshit. Again, I hate my fucking life. 

“No, not so much, I want something from the A-list,” Nathan said to her. After Nathan made a fool of himself once again, Curtis brought up a good point. 

“So what happens now? Are we gonna be like this forever?” He asked. 

“What if we’re meant to be like superheroes?” Simon said, looking around at us. 

“You lot, superheroes. No offense, but in what kind of fucked up world would that be allowed to happen?” Nathan said. I kind of agreed. I had an ASBO for fighting and threatening my mother’s husband and worked in a chip shop. It wasn’t necessarily your average backstory. 

“This will fade away, by this time next week, it’ll be back to the same old, boring shit,” Nathan continued. God I sure hope so. 

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Next Chapter  

[woossexyponytail]

Chapter three, The troublemakers

Ateez x reader

Ateez pirate au

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The door slammed open revealing a young man with purple hair, his red dirty shirt open and only two of the last buttons closed showing off his bare chest, a large scar across his stomach.

"Oh! A female.. GUY'S THEIRS A FEMALE ON BOARD. And she is pretty" he said eyeing me, I blushed at him looking down at his boldness.

"Wooyoung shut your trap" Yeosang told him rolling his eyes at him, the guy, Wooyoung smiled at him then laughed loudly.

"Show respect to the lady" Seonghwa said walking in to the cabin smacking Wooyoung on the head. Wooyoung groaned rubbing where he was hit.

"Ok sorry" Wooyoung whined as he slumped his posture and started to pout some others walked in one was amost as tall as Yunho while the other two were taller then Wooyoung but shorter then Yunho.

"Yn, this is Wooyoung, that's San next to him is Jongho and the tall guy is Mingi. Guys this is Yn our new crew member" Yeosang introduced us all.

"Nice to meet you Yn" San said he had black hair that was slicked back with a white strip, he smiled kindly at me as he gently kissed my hand, making me blush a little.

The next up as Mingi as he gave me a crooked Smile and a small wave, he had red hair that pushed to the side, his clothing was like all the others a dirty white shirt and brown trousers and boots.

"Pleasure to meet you gorgeous" Wooyoung said walking up to me and placing his lips to my hand for another gentle kiss like San just did. He looked up with a smirk and winked at me after that but then Yeosang pushed him away.

The last was Jongho but just like Mingi he just smiled and waved at me, maybe the two are shy?. Well either way I'll get to know them soon enough.

"I can't believe you four, you actually did it" Hongjoong said as he was the last to walk through the door, closing behind him as he chuckled shaking his head.

"What you didn't believe in us? I'm hurt captain! You gave us a job and we completed it. Where's the gratitude?" Wooyoung asked faking being hurt as he pouted again.

"Shut it you idiot" Hongjoong said as he sat down on to the desk taking out what looks like a ruby, opening the draw on his desk and getting out the sapphire as he placed them together.

"Now we need to get one more right? Where is it?" Mingi asked his voice was very deep I wasn't really expecting that. Looking over at Hongjoong he placed the two gemstones on the desk and looked up.

"Tortuga, is our last stop until we get to Utopia. It will take about a week to get there" he said as he looked around at all of us they nodded as I just stood there with my arms crossed.

"All hands on deck" Hongjoong said as the crew all ran out, I stayed behind wanting to ask Hongjoong something and not infront of the crew.

"You alright love?" He asked walking up to me as I thought about how to say it, I looked up at him as he smiled down settling my ease.

"How did you know about my father?" I asked, thinking about what Yeosang said earlier, Hongjoong sighed then bit his lip.

"I might of done a bit of research with Yeosang help, but don't worry about it to much love" he said as he walked out of the doors leaving me in the room on my own.

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The sea, perfectly calm, was like a peaceful lake, and its soft murmurs were scarcely audible, the waves seemed to sleep, as I saw a line of dark blue marked the curve of the horizon. The flat sea stretched in all directions, the afternoon sun scattering diamonds across it's surface as Seagulls wheeled overhead, carried by the cool ocean breeze.

We have been at sea for about a day now, I sat atop of one of the mast as the calm wind blew through my hair. I heard someone climbing up towards me, looking down I saw San as he sat beside me giving me a smile.

"You okay?" He asked his smile still bright as the sun, I hummed at him as I closed my eyes letting the warm sun gracefully moved around my skin.

"I'm just wondering what would of happened if I didn't follow Hongjoong, And how my father is" I whispered softly to him, San kept quiet for a little while before talking.

"You know my father would describe sailing as flying over water, dancing over the white crested waves, cleaving a path through the wind whipped water.

He would say it was freedom to him, to set sail into the wide blue and leave the duties of the land behind him. He said that the water called to him like a lover and whispered sweet nothings in his ears. He longed to feel the breaking of the waves on his prow as the boat headed out into the drink for a long voyage.

I never understood him, why he would waste away at sea when he had a family that needed him on shore, that is until he died there was nothing on land to keep me there after my mother passed away. So I sailed on any ship that wanted me. And I finally understood what he meant back then"

"What I'm trying to say is, Your father is probably worried about you, but if he leaves you for his own adventure, why can't you?" He said after that he started climbing down but stopped quickly looking up at me.

"It will be night soon, come down in a bit to have dinner with us ok?" He said that bright smile on his face as he climbed back down, leaving me to the peace of the afternoon ocean.

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I saw Mingi as he was sat bellow deck a box next to him with a lot if different things placed in the box.

"Mingi, what are you doing?" I asked walking up to him, the young man flinched at the sound of my voice and quickly looked behind him to smile at me.

"Yn! I'm just cleaning the weapons don't want them breaking on us if we get in trouble now can we" he said laughing, I giggled along with him as he patted the chair next to him.

"Come take a seat I'll show you a few things" he said as I sat down next to him and watched what he was doing.

"We fill pots of metal or glass with gunpowder and attached a fuse" he said showing a metal ball it looked like what Hongjoong used in the cell.

"Chain shot they do little damage but slow down enemy ships." He said hold up some chains that are placed in the canons.

"You see, seeing a pirate flag cause lots of fear. This is one of the best examples of the effect that we have on our victims. Our reputation as villains makes our jobs easier as most would rather surrender than fight." I nodded with interest.

We walked back up on deck together as he finished off his talk, Hongjoong then called out to the crew, we all looked over at him.

"We're looking out for Merchants, Boys. Them that's fat with cargo!" Hongjoong yelled to the crew as we got ready to fight, well the crew San grabbed my hand keeping me with him.

"Find us a Schooner with that Spyglass, Wooyoung." Seonghwa yelled up to him as Wooyoung nodded and searched for a ship.

After a few minutes, Wooyoung yelled pointing in the direction of a ship in the distance, Hongjoong sailed the ship over the the merchant boat.

"Fire what Cannons you will, and land a few Strikes if you must. BUT FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T SINK HER." Hongjoong yelled the last part, I stood watching the crew run in different directions.

"It's no fun fishing Cargo out of the sea. Although it can be done." Hongjoong whispered under his breath but loud enough that San and I could hear.

The merchant ship blew up, I jumped at the sound, San rubbed my back telling me that the crew would all be fine.

The ship got closer to the now stopped merchant ship, San dragged me away so I wouldn't see, but I still heard the whole thing.

"Good day to you sir! I am Captain Kim and this is my Crew. We're sailors like yourselves, but quite unalike in our Purpose. For we intend to take all that you own. Yet no Harm shall befall any Man, so long as they remains at Ease. Is that clear?" I heard Hongjoong say to the other crew.

"Don't kill me, Sir! I have a Family. Please!" A man's voice was heard I looked over at San and he smiled sheepishly at me.

"Tell your friends we're stealing your goods. And we won't hurt nobody if everyone stays as still as a sandbar. You got that?" Hongjoong said, I sighing knowing that they won't hurt anyone.

"Lock 'em in the hold, and take everything that isn't nailed down." Seonghwa said, the sound of footsteps rushing around was heard as the boys came back with stuff in their hands.

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As night fell the blue haze of day lifted to reveal the stars. The stars shone as sugar spilt over black marble, glistening in the sun. The night sky was such a welcome sight, appearing like magic at each sunset, promising to return as it faded in dawn's first light. 

I sat on the fore mast in the calm, this has become one of my favourite things to do, to just watch the calming sea.

"What are you doing up here on you're own?" Wooyoung asked sitting next to me, I have become use to one of the crew sitting with me in silence, maybe to get to know me or to enjoy the silence.

"It's peacefully beautiful" I said looking up at the night sky, the stars hung above us, as if strung in the air by invisible strings. Wooyoung hummed, I felt his eyes on me as I looked over smiling shyly at him.

"So Wooyoung tell me about yourself" I said watching him, Wooyoung's eyes widened then he giggled at me a light blush appearing on his cheeks.

"There's nothing really to say about me. I grew up as an orphan, when I was old enough I ran away and got on a ship" he said shrugging as he looked out to the horizon.

"How did you get in this ship?" I asked still watching him, he was more interesting then the night sky.

"The ship I was on sunk it's how I got this scare, Then the Aurora sailed passed saw me and dragged me on board, been here ever since" he said, his hand rubbing his stomach, I nodded, my focus going back to the sky.

"Come on it's getting late" Wooyoung said as he stood up holding out his hand, I looked at his hand then to his face, he smiled brightly at me as I grabbed his hand as he helped me get up, walking down to the cabins.

Opening the doors Yeosang, Yunho, San, Mingi and Jongho sat in their hammocks, looking up they smiled at us as Wooyoung and I went to our own hammocks.

"One more day at sea then will be in Tortuga, are you excited about it, Yn?" Yeosang asked as he looked over at me.

"How is Tortuga different from the rest of the islands?" I asked laying back watching the guys laugh.

"Tortuga is the city of piracy home to all pirates, a safe haven one might say" San told me, I nodded in understanding.

"Who are we supposed to meet?" I asked, the guys looked at one another with a confused look on their faces, finally looking back at me.

"We don't know" Yunho said as the rest layed down and started drifting off to sleep, I layed there thinking about the person we are supposed to meet.

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I was in the kitchen helping Yunho when he asked me to go and grab some apples for lunch, I nodded making my way to the cargo hold at the bottom of the ship.

As I made my way down the stairs I heard singing, peeking around I saw Jongho stand his back towards me as he sang, there was somthing in his hands that I couldn't see.

I watch him for a while liking how soothing his voice is, he is a very good singer that's for sure. The younger boy turned around and froze seeing me standing there.

"Please don't tell my hyungs that I was breaking apples again" he asked me a sheepish smile on his face as he scratched his head, I smiled walking closer to him.

"I won't tell a soul" I said the boy smiled at me happy to hear that, I grabbed a basket that was to the side and placed some apples in there.

"Our we having apple's for lunch again?" He asked, I nodded my head as he smiled brightly at me.

"Here let me help" he said grabbing the basket from me as we walked to the kitchen, on the way I got to curious and asked about his life.

"Hmm, not much to say. My mother looked after me taught me how to pick pocket, showed me how to live on the streets. She passed away shortly afterwards, one day I pick pocket Hongjoong hyung. Instead of cutting my hands off he asked if I wanted to come aboard his ship as a crew member" he said I nodded as we got to the kitchen.

Opening the door for him Jongho walked in first seeing Yunho busying himself with cooking as Jongho placed the basket down on the table.

"I could teach you, you know. How to pick pocket, if you want" he said smiling, I thought about it for a few moments, it could be useful.

"Sure why not, sounds fun!" I said laughing we both laughed together as Yunho shook his head at us, Hongjoong then came in to the room a smirk on his face.

"What happened to 'I don't steal'?" He asked me, I blushed looking down as Hongjoong laughed patting me on my shoulder.

"We've corrupted you already have we?" Seonghwa asked chuckling to himself as he walked in with Yeosang, who smiled at me.

"Well she is a part of the crew now, she needs to learn somethings about being a pirate" Yeosang said shrugging, the others nodded agreeing.

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I was standing on deck with Jongho as he taught me how to pick pocket, I had successfully pick pocket a ring from Wooyoung who still hasn't noticed.

"Yn, here" Hongjoong said walking up to us as he passed me a sword, I grabbed it looking at it then at Hongjoong wondering why he gave it to me.

"You need to learn how to protect yourself if we get in to a fight" he said Jongho who stood next to me walked off to the side as he watched us.

"Uh can't I carry on hiding with San?" I asked noticing San behind Hongjoong who smiled when I asked that, Mingi shortly join us as well.

"You will but you need to learn, Mingi will teach you, San will watch to make sure you don't die in the process" Hongjoong said as he nodded to Mingi then San as he walked off.

"Die?" I asked looking over at Mingi then to San, I was terrified, they both started to laugh as Yeosang walked up to me.

"Don't worry Mingi won't hurt you" Yeosang said as he rubbed my shoulder, I nodded taking breath as Mingi showed me how to hold a sword probably.

After a few hours I was able to get the basic down, the boy's all cheered me on, wanting to see Mingi fail, after a few more rounds I was finally able to pin Mingi with the sword.

"See I knew you could do it" Yeosang said as the guy's clapped Mingi pouted once he lost but then laughed as he patted me on the back telling me well done.

"Land head!" Wooyoung yelled as we all turned around seeing the huge island that was getting bigger the closer we got, tuns of ship docked, as the island was crowded.

"Yn, Welcome to Tortuga" San said walking up behind me, Mingi next to me as he smiled with excitement, Jongho watched rubbing his hands together, probably thinking about stealing. The whole island looked colourful as I watched in amazement.

[the-letter-horror-lover]

In the Future by FyrePlayz

Anime » Naruto Rated: K+, English, Adventure, Words: 593, Published: Apr 30, 2017

This is my first fanfiction story ever. Therefore, I would like readers to acknowledge the fact that I am HIGHLY inexperienced, to the point that I have no experience. Plus, I'm making the plot as I go.

This story is set a couple of years after Boruto and is not canon since I don't even know what will happen in Boruto, and because I love making ridiculous stuff for stories. The main character is an Uchiha so yeah. And he'll get Rinnegan. At least the other main character is a Senju with Tenseigan. This is gonna be good. If you guys wanna tell me ideas for the plot that's fine. The beginning is set before and during the Academy for this chapter. Anyways, that's all so enjoy!

Chapter 1

Zazu Uchiha – Age 8 – Birthday September 6

Yesterday, he finally finished achieving the requirements for becoming a Ninja Academy Student. He currently has only 1 friend: Rinshi Senju. Their parents were friends so when they met they become fond of each other, too. They usually hung out with each other at each other's house. But their PARENTS said they had to make more friends. They decided the best place to find new friends was at the playground. There they found 3 other kids. Shikami Nara, Chora Akimichi, and Inoki Yamanaka. In other words, the next generation of the Ino-Shika-Cho Formation. They quickly became friends, and decided to hang out in the playground. Later, they met Hino Hyuga, Kairi Uzumaki, and Timoko Sarutobi. They all become best friends and stuck with each other for a long time.

The next day was the Academy Entrance Ceremony. There the 8 friends found out their classes, teachers, classmates, etc. Thankfully, they found out they were in the same classes. They also became friends with someone else: Jorizu Hatake. Zazu and his friends asked how there was still a living Hatake. Apparently, the Sixth Hokage's father had a cousin who married a Sand Shinobi who then had a child who then had another child who married a Leaf Shinobi which was Jorizu. For no reason, they believed him. Then, he asked Timoko how he was a Sarutobi since his parents didn't tell him anything about the Eighth Hokage's child being called Timoko, and how Rinshi was a Senju since he thought the Fifth Hokage was the last Senju. Timoko said the Eighth Hokage's cousin had a child and that child was Timoko. Rinshi said it was the same thing that Jorizu had except his Sand Shinobi was married to his dad, Kisuyo Senju.

Their Academy days were mostly regular subjects like math and science with other chakra required activities such as learning ninjutsu. They learned Non-Elemental ninjutsu such as Clone Jutsu, and Substitution Jutsu as well as what their affinities were and even 1 Fire Style Ninjutsu. It was called "Fire Style: Blazing Red Cannon Jutsu." It allows the person that uses the jutsu send a head sized ball fire chakra. At first only Timoko and Zazu could fully control it in one day followed by Rinshi, Kairi, and Jorizu. Before their Academy training ended though everyone master the jutsus. This was expected since they were all Rank E jutsus. The teachers thought Timoko and Zazu mastered it the Fire Style Jutsu the fastest since they had fire affinities, Rinshi and Kairi had a lot of chakra, and Jorizu had good chakra control. Everyone passed graduation day, but there was still one more test to go…

[seenashwrite]

Hey! I was wondering if you could help me out a bit? I'm about to post a one shot, as I was wondering what I put st the top other then how many words and such? I'm just beginning to actually post stories and I want to get things right haha. Sorry if I'm disturbing you or anything!

Oh lovely @spookyphsyco - you have come to the right type-A advice-giver. And you have graciously made this about me, so that I don’t have to. [wink]

Legit apologias if any of what’s below the cut seems patronizing. I’ve tried to inject snark to make it an easier read. I also say sh*t, possibly other blah-blah of a potty-mouthed nature. 

Short version:

Status: Word Count: Category: Rating: Character(s): Pairing(s):Warnings: Author’s Note(s):Overall Summary:

Essentially I put what I like to see, with ever-so-slight, atypical tweaks. Long version/breakdown is after the jump. The ones with stars I think should be exactly where I put them, with the others shuffled however you’d prefer.

* Status:

Complete 

Part ___ of ____

for multi-parts (a.k.a., a mini-series) 

IMO, the ones around 2 or 3 parts; for me, it’s treading on “series” territory after 3

I just stick a ____ after “of” til I’m sure about how many parts

In-Progress 

could stick this after “part __ of ___” thought I find that redundant - this is definitely to be used for series, and which part you’re on should’ve already been noted above, a la “Title: Part __”  

* Word Count:  

I just round up the decimal point if it’s close to/over halfway to the next number, so…. 3,422 could be ”3.4K” or “3.5K”, whatever you like

If you put 3,422 it scares the shit out of people, even though that’ll maybe take 15 minutes to read. Maybe.

* Category: 

A.K.A. - what’s the genre?

The top ones you’ll see are “angst”, “fluff”, “smut”, “crack”, “real person fic/RP/RPF” - confusingly, I also see RPF = “role play fic - advise just type out “real person” and “role play”

I also see “series”, which, whatever - I’d prefer knowing that right off the bat at a glance, hence “status”, that’s up to your pref  

I mostly see Category kick off with either that, or something indicating what’s to come in terms of the life expectancy of your story line, followed with the above genres

Others by life expectancy would/could include:

drabble

imagine

request/”ask”

head canon

Side note: “cannon” = big boom, artillery-style; “canon” is short for canonical, a.k.a. - the official last word on fill-in-the-blank, so for us - the scripts/what we see on the show, Kripke, the writers, the actors, etc.

multi-part

one-shot

alternate universe/AU (which could branch into “AU: Historical”, “AU: Fantasy, “AU: Science Fiction”, etc.)

cross-over

Now, if it’s a cross-over that I want to be a surprise? I don’t mention the title of the movie/book/show If it doesn’t matter? Stick it in the Category (so “Crossover: Brooklyn 99″) plus it’ll also be made clear via the Character(s) category by listing them after the SPN peeps & before the O.C.

I personally don’t use those main five (see above, RE: anal-retentive stubborn mule) as they are too vague for my taste. 

When peeps pass my stuff along or in the rare instances they put me on a rec list, I couldn’t care less when they whip me under one of those or tag it as such, because that’s common parlance that I’m willfully eschewing. I sleep just fine on my fanfic pillow at night.

I use words like “behind-the-scenes canon-compliant”, “mystery”, “introspective”, “melancholia”, “friends-maybe-more”, “family”, “canon-compliant”, “friendship”, “adventure”, “humor”, “parody”, “spoof” - all [IMO] give a clearer idea without spoiling the plot

Special Nash Note regarding a specific pet peeve of mine that you can certainly take or leave, I won’t adore you any less:

Regarding Real Person Fic - the authors who disclaimer the tar out of these Wear. Me. Out. Just own it if you’re gonna do it, no caveats. I more-than-snark/borderline ranted about this here - surprisingly succinctly - should you want to see why

Take home: I find being really specific in your category helps keep your warnings/author’s notes blessedly tight & trimmed, more on that below. 

Rating: 

On this, I essentially use what I see around town, which is “Any”, “Teen & Up” and “18+” - or variations on this.

Nine outta ten, I’m going with “Teen & Up”, because I most always have dense, meaty plots or dry humor that require a fairly well-read person - I’m not being an asshole, it’s for their benefit. They’ll find it boring and/or too complex, it’s not their fault, they just haven’t had enough years on the planet to knock out a lot of books, y’know? 

Character(s): 

I list the not-mines first, and shut it down after maybe three or four, then cap it off with O.C. mention(s)

Sometimes I’ll do a parenthetical - like “Castiel (mentioned)” or “Crowley (briefly)” - because some people hate certain characters but love you or love the plot in general, so if they know someone they don’t like is only gonna be there vaguely, they’ll likely still give it a go

If there’s more - the minor not-yours or minor O.C.s - just put “various” at the end & and move on 

Also nice on multi-parters/series for you to only list the characters that appear in that specific post

I phrase the primary O.C.(s) like: “Female O.C./Reader/You”, something of that ilk.

Negates the need for “Reader Insert” in the categorization, because… well, it’s not how books are arranged online or in stores or in libraries. Perspectives [1st/2nd/3rd] are just that - perspectives - they aren’t genres.

Pairing(s): 

N/A if none, of course

This is one I am completely leaving up to you.

Having said that - dig through other folks’, see what tickles your fancy.

If you dig through mine - I think one I straight up said “Sam x Reader/Female O.C.” because it was an Ask, so the end result was pretty much out there, and on another I put something cheeky like “Endings are better when you don’t know what’s coming.”

And really, aren’t they?  Lookit, I figure if back on your Master Page/Master Post, you’re gonna end up categorizing them by “Angst” with sub-cats a la “Dean x Reader”, etc., may as well blow your wad from the get-go. 

Also remember this is coming from someone who keeps their O.C.s as vague as possible, so that anyone can imagine themselves in the character’s shoes. That’s for reader satisfaction. 

The selfish reason is because I want “Y/N” to die in a horrific fire where it is alive for >65% of the charring. It is so distracting. I’ve now digressed, tangent-style.

Warnings: 

Writing detailed canon? Or an AU that’s cribbing on canon? Whip a little “Spoilers up to Season _″ or what-have-you right out of the gate. 

Otherwise…. okay, biggest over-arching tip:

Things either ARE or they ARE NOT - refrain from going down a huge explanatory road here, a la “Could be considered this, but also could be looked at as that, and there’s sometimes….”

Oh. Sweet. Lord. Bring the chariots & take me now.

There’s a word for this, and it is “dubious”.  

So: “dubious non-consensual situation(s)”; “dubious incestual situation(s)”; etc. 

It’s the formal way of saying “YMMV”, a.k.a. “Your Mileage May Vary”.  I am likely not going to read into the threat of fill-in-the-blank if I’ve not experienced fill-in-the-blank. That’s why it is an “in the eye of the beholder” sort of jam - it’s open to interpretation….

…..but you gotta make sure it is - if Dean and Sam kiss each other with tongue, even once? That is incest. Not dubious. Nope. 

If there’s stuff possibly of concern that you’re not balls-out detailing, the tidy word for that is “allusion”. 

So: “allusion to past sexual trauma”; “allusion to past physical assault”; “allusion to sexual encounters”,etc.

On that last one: again, meaning off-handed comments about rolls-in-the-hay, not anything specific with vivid detailing.

Might want to tack “eventual” in front of these in certain circumstances - more on that in a sec. 

(PS: Writing tip? Shit in the past that made the characters who they are? Leave it there. Allude to it. Unless it is actually happening, no one caaaaaares - we only care about any ripple effects potentially impacting the current story.)

Language - again, things either ARE or they ARE NOT. 

I don’t care if it’s twice or every-other-piece-of-dialogue, or only in a couple of chapters - “mature language” or “coarse language”. Boom. You’re done. Covers cursing and dirty talk and the lot.

Sexy Times - yeah, it may say “smut” under your category/genre, but it doesn’t hurt to toss a clarification or two  

Some folks consider smut “he touched me here” and some folks don’t consider it smut til “he ran his tongue here”. 

I’d go with “graphic sex” or “explicit sex” if you have any wavering on the issue of what to put. But, again: it either is, or it isn’t - if it’s not allusion, then it’s graphic/explicit

Some folks tack on really, really, really specific facets here, where I think a parenthetical would do, and one that covers a gamut, so:

Graphic Sex (anal) this covers digital penetration & toys

Graphic Sex (multiple partners) this covers three-ways and four-ways and… and…. and….

Graphic Sex (kinks) this covers role-playing and toys and voyeurism and… and… and…

Side note: I have noticed that dog-in-heat genre - A/B/O, right? - is listed separately from kinks. Not my jam, so ya got me, I ain’t your gal to consult on this area

I’m not going on - you catch my drift. People who list every type of toy and kink baffle me. Cover the spread, move on, you can always put an asterisk and stick it below the “read more” to be as specific as you like. 

I say this because if a person’s not into “toys” in general? Why on earth would they read on after that warning above.  Also plays into my whole “stories are often better when you don’t know the end” stance. Because they are, dagnabbit. 

Some folks tack on “unprotected sex”, and fine, okay. Would suggest that if you want to add on some sort of advisement of “don’t do that”, “glove up”, “be safe” and what not, you whip an asterisk on there - “unprotected sex*” - and stick it in an Author’s Note post-story, more on those in a sec.

Violence - go with “graphic violence” and “mild-to-moderate violence”

The latter implies TV-level gore/horror, and the former implies movie/cable TV-level. 

If you want, you could quantify it that way - like “show-level violence” or “movie-level violence” (if doing Avengers or Star Trek or whatnot)

Side note: if you’re going for no-holds-barred, Ash Vs. Evil Dead-level action?  Go on & stick “horror” in your category/genre, methinks

Character Death / Major Character Death  

I have never understood this as a warning, seek advisement from someone else on this point. Legit.

That is a major plot point. Why in this world people would want to spoil themselves on major plot points is beyond me. 

Besides, can we stop treating readers like infants? You’ve given an age range/rating. You’ve said there’s violence. You’ve categorized it as angst (or “sorrow” or “mourning” or WHATEVER) and that paints the picture for me, an over-18 adult, one who has heeded the violence and sorrow alerts and has chosen to proceed. YMMV. Nash don’t get it. I’ve gone all tangent-y again. 

Warnings, Part Two - Stories With Two Or More Parts:

So let’s say there’s a kidnap-and-ransom that involves the villain making a threat of raping the captive. But it happens in Chapter Five. 

That “allusion to non-consensual situation” is, of course, told to the reader up front, and here’s the times when you may wanna tack “eventual” on it. 

Then have an “Additional Warnings” or “Chapter Warnings” section on just this chapter post. They chose to read the thing after seeing that broad warning, I know, but it’s still nice to warn them so they aren’t reading it on lunch break at the office or something.

Side note: when doing multi-parters/series, just copy/paste all this stuff on top of each post, then tuck this “extra” note below the overall warning items

Author’s Note(s):   

N/A 

Use this liberally. There should not be a ton to say after you’ve done all that’s above.

The exception here - as in, a “regular appearance” kind of Author’s Note since it doesn’t really fit anywhere else, is an acknowledgment of any editor(s) who may have assisted.

Another to file under “common parlance” - they are called “Beta(s)”/”Beta Reader(s)” around here, even though technically a beta would be someone who’d be your first reader of the final product, post-edit, and pre-publish. [shrugs]

Advise you not wax poetic on their awesomeness - takes up too much space - do your gushing privately, no one cares about your excited feels for that person [sorry-not-sorry] 

Plus it’s kind’ve bizarre - for me, at least - to see effusive praise heaped upon an editor should I read on and find myriad mistakes I’d naturally assume they missed, which brings me to an example of another unneeded note….

…the one post-beta acknowledgment that goes “…so any mistakes below are all mine”.  ????  What, so you had ‘em do all that for you, followed by ignoring the errors they pointed out? Error’s an error. I suspect they mean not altering verbiage or flow or a suggestion of that ilk, but still. Just acknowledge them by their “@” and move on. I digressed.

Regarding challenges - and this is a “Nash Thing” - I advise you don’t put the challenge info here, above the story. 

All it does it lengthen your top note and keep people from the story once they’ve decided to read. I actually went back & re-formatted for this on a lot of my stuff because it made the top part way too long. 

I suggest you put “Author’s Note(s):Post-Story” and lay it out there - the challenge name, whose challenge it is and the prompt. Why?

If you tell readers the prompt - and another “Nash Thing” is that I don’t bold mine - they will subconsciously be on the lookout for it, which takes away the point of the challenge - to seamlessly integrate a random thing

Other “post-story” can be any inspiration you may’ve used - like songs or the details on a cross-over piece. 

For cross-overs, this is a nice place to do a little “Various characters/settings used, verbiage style and minor plot points inspired by Joss Whedon’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer”. 

Plus, you can put links to vid clips or pics of the cast or links to the song or c&p lyrics of the song - whatever. Point is, it doesn’t take up story space so readers can pass it by if they so choose

* Overall Summary: 

My preference is that this is the last thing I see before I start the story, because I’ve seen all the details above, I’m almost sold, and this is what’s going to get me to scroll. Well, initially. First-scroll page-closers are another topic. 

“idk, i’m not good at these/i suck at these/omg these are so hard/i can’t really say”   –  No, no, no, you said plenty. You just told me you write garbage & that I shouldn’t waste my time.

Sometimes these will be a handful of sentences, and I’ve found that when I’m being cheeky on a parody/humorous story, that’s when they tend to be longer - mainly because I’m really trying to drive home that this is not merely “fluff” or “crack”. It’s what I said it was in “Category” - it’s “humor” and/or “parody”. 

Normally: one-to-two short-ish sentences or three quick sentences. 

No really. 

No, really. I don’t care how long the story is. 

Now, the novel-length ones? Maaaaybe a quickie paragraph of, say,4-to-5 brief - BRIEF - sentences for the umbrella. Then - like we were talking about with the chapter specific warnings? - you can delete the “overall” summary or tack on underneath a sentence about the chapter below IF something pertinent should be noted/you’d want to know it if you were the reader.

Am I an asshole if I put examples of mine? Eh. Here you go, and I stuck an example of an atypical A/N below, as well as what my longest looks like. The Mobile Master has pretty much the same descriptors as the story post itself, but none of the rest of this stuff - if the summation grabs ‘em, then they’ll click through for more of the scoop.

A Delicate Desiccation - they’re told about melancholy, but my stories had been out for awhile, so I *did* pop an atypical A/N (because it wasn’t really a warning, per se) on there to tell the regulars that this was a darker piece than they’d be used to; if I told more than I did in that summary - and shit, I give a big ass breadcrumb via the title card, not to mention the wording of the summary - it would wreck the ending.

Top of the World - novel-length, and readers get blips of a summary for each chapter (at least, on AO3, as FFnet doesn’t allow for it). The chapters average 10K. I did not come to play. It’s structured to read like you’re watching a season of behind-the-scenes-canon SPN, I’ve been clear I’m doing it in tandem with the active season(s), so I’m not gonna warn them “SPOILERS!” every chapter. I’m tired. I’m old. My fingers hurt, Spooks. My keyboard’s angry with me.  

Hope this helps! Or at least didn’t give you a headache. You’re ahead of the game already, just by asking the question. I think you rock. And I’m always right about knowing these sorts of things about people.

So sayeth the Nash, so say we all.