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astersofthesky · 4 years ago

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I decided to reread the MHA LN Chapter 4, you know, the canon bkdk angsty slow-burn fanfic 😌😌 Spreading the BKDK LN agenda because WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS MORE !!

Anyway, I FOUND ANOTHER TRANSLATION but sadly OP haven't finished it yet 😢

And since I need an emotional outlet so I can scream at how they're so canon, Im'ma do it here ahwjdhfjsh 👀✨

Warning: Long post; potential manga spoilers

– I forgot that this chapter literally started with the angst 😭 Deku saying that he can't imagine having lunch with Kacchan is like a pain in the gut. He just wanna be friends with his Kacchan again 😢

– One word, ✨SOULMATES ✨ afshshahah PLS, even the universe can't help but ship them together 😩✋ they're fruityness is on whole a new level I CAN'T 💚🧡

– I see what you're doing Bakugou 👀 You really can't leave your sweet broccoli behind huh?? Also, crybaby Macchan and aggressive Takkun?? 🤔 Do I need to say more? 🧐

– If that's not flirting then idk what is 🤷 also, "In front of my soba? Really?" (Todoroki, probably)

– There's no ss but I just wanna give a special mention to jealous!Bakugou. No cos srsly, implying you're not friends with Deku as if you're not dying to hold his hand then getting irritated over Todoroki claiming the "friend" card 😩 Just, Bakugou, don't @ me ☺️💢

– The angst had reached full force it seems ಥ‿ಥ The line was cut but it actually says "Not friends, just childhood friends" 😭😭 and I am telling you Im'ma throw my brand new book when Bakugou explicitly acknowledges Midoriya as his boyfriend. Because before they were rivals, Bakugou and Midoriya were first friends. And I'm not saying that they aren't one now because we as readers, can definitely see they care for each other. But the question is, do they already see the other as a friend and not just a mere rival? They don't cos they're boyfriends your honor

– Tbh, It still haven't sinked in that this is kind of canon 🤧 This is such a cliched romantic scene like wtf?? So what's next? The full moon is illuminating half of Bakugou's face, red eyes glowing and face soft from the natural white luminescence or something sappy like that?? 😩😩 I love it

– Izuku in this LN chapter whenever he talks about Bkg: ✨ THEIR RELATIONSHIP ✨

– I know, I get it. You don't have to shove it my face every single time Deku 😌 and pls, why are you still flirting at the middle of the night?? Or was it pining that I see 🤔 i mean comparing each other to their kid parallels 😕 hmm a severe case of mutual pining indeed

– Yes yes, of course you're only looking for food stalls Mr. Bakugou "Tsundere" Katsuki, I completely don't believe that you're worried about the kids. No! of course not! Who says you want the kids to reconcile so they wouldn't experience the pain that you and a certain green had gone through?? Hahaha I mean It's not like they're your parallel what??hmmm no no, go on, look for takoyaki or smthn ☺️☺️

– Wait, did the last part say '"Bakugou grabbed Izuku's face and pushed it away..." Aksfksjdhdisjs what in the actual gay fanfic is this??!! Or wait, is this what Bkg usually do to Deku in the official art he's like, I love agressively gripping your head as I entangle my fingers on your soft curls but no homo💀

Since OP's translation isn't complete, I'm going to use Lau Ren's translation and yes I'm continuing this shit even though Tumblr mobile only lets me post 10 pics per post

– Bkdk domesticity with children pt. 95736 💚🧡 They love kids so much 😩 Yk I'd donate my kidney just to see this ANIMATED ✨ like this has so much fluff potential 🤧 Or at the very least a drama CD. I'd ascend 😭

– WHAT THE FUDGE ?!! I'M SCREAMING 😭 I SAY IT AGAIN 💞 SOULMATES✨ and pls, it has my favorite fic trope, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings. Anyway, I need a minute to collect myself cos I can't move past the "With the said person himself nearby, Kacchan thought his fate had gone crazy" ( ≧Д≦) dammit Katsuki, why r u so gay. Izuku loves you, you emotionally constipated gremlin

I have reached my 10 picture limit so I'm just gonna copy paste some of the twts 💀 I hope I don't get in trouble lmao Xd

- Kacchan fixed his gaze to Deku who looked relieved. "He..."

- Somehow, Kacchan remembered the fight they had after All Might's retirement. It was the first time they were able to let out their conflicts sincerely. Although his fear towards Deku had decreased since then, there was still a feeling of disgust about Deku being a hero who save others residing in Kacchan.

- He couldn't understand it. But he knew, there will always a being whom he cannot understand

– Bkg rlly said 👀 on Deku while having angsty thoughts ಥ╭╮ಥ Looking back on this tho, I just can't help but be proud when I remember 285. Bakugou is loud but he is very rational in battles. He thinks of a plan on the spot meaning he's mind is on work 24/7.

– When he had his "My body just moved on its own" moment, Katsuki had understood Deku and his nature to "Save to Win." It'ss that Katsuki must not analyze it with his brain, but instead feel it with his heart 💚🧡 And this is the reason why I badly want to see him on the manga 😭 that was some MAJOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I'm ahwjdhfjsh

– Takkun and Maachan's pinky swear deserves their own mention. They're so pure 😩✋

- He said he still hasn't done hatsumoude so Kacchan can go first, but Kacchan refused and wouldn't let Deku do hatsumoude before him.

- Kacchan tried to take a head start, but in the end, they ended up visiting and praying together.

– AND WE'RE BACK with the gays 😌 hsjdjajs they compete with every single thing it's honestly cute. Also YES THEY PRAYED TOGETHER and shoujo scenes with the main couple praying on the shrine but make it BKDK flashed before my eyes 😖✨

- After finishing their prayers, Deku looked at Kacchan, "What did you wish for?" "Shut up."

- Even with Kacchan's sulking expression seen from the side, Deku felt that they had wished for the same thing.

– DEKU YOU'RE BEING TOO LOUD!! I just can't with these two 😩✋ Both of them are down so bad for each other and you can't tell me otherwise 💚✨🧡

- With those serious eyes, Deku knew they were aiming for the same thing. Win to save, save to win. To be the best heroes.

- Deku knew well that he and Kacchan are polar opposites. But even so, Deku couldn't imagine a world in which Kacchan doesn't exist.

– Deku just went 😍 on Kacchan and thought "I CAN'T IMAGINE LIFE WITHOUT YOU 🧡💚" (insert Imagine by Ben Platt)

– I can't even stress how much I love this line, y'all this is so misleading I-- this is too much 😭 Anyway, I believe this go both ways. Bakugou can't also see a world without Deku in it, and since Deku decided to be the self-sacrificing person he is, I'll just SCREAM IN CH. 304 ( ≧Д≦)

- Seeing the two praying side by side, he commented, "so you've become good friends now, huh."

- Both of them immediately opposed, and Kacchan threatened to explode Shoto's mouth for saying such a disgusting thing.

– Let's go Todoroki, best wingman 🤣 And flustered Bakugou makes a reappearance hdjsja Dammit half n' half I ain't flirting with Deku fvck you

And this is where it ends afshshaha anyway bkdk canon 💚🧡

#bakudeku #dekubaku #bkdk #dkbk #mha light novel #bnha light novel #decchan #bakudeku canon #no edit #typo be damned #austere posts

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maggicktouched · 2 years ago

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So this is a very old drabble that’s been in my gdocs forever. Idk why I never put it out back when @selkiewife was still running the Asha blog I wrote with. But I was reading through all my old stuff in that verse and found that I actually kinda like this still. It has a lot more to say about Grani (Also referred to as Hábrók in my more recent canon) than Beck or Asha, but I love him and would die for him so I still like it.

I think I never posted this because I felt it lacked a lot of good description and the prose was kinda messy. And it is, but the last edit on this was from like 2 years ago so I figure maybe I should be gentle with myself lol.

Also if the mun who wrote Asha is not ok with me posting old stuff or continuing to write drabbles in that verse bc they no longer rp, I will take this down.

Asha gripped the leather of the bridle tightly in her hand and stared at her opponent with a determined fury. When she had started there had been thralls and guardsmen stomping and shouting in the rocky walls of the soggen courtyard of Pyke Castle. But that had been what felt like an eternity ago, and between her barking curses and a ballad of violent threats, the place was all but abandoned. It was just the two of them now.

Her adversary ran a close race for the most cantankerous, hateful creature Asha had ever seen.

Grani was a golden splendor with muscles made from cords of raw power and he drew the eye of everyone that looked upon him with his almost ethereal color and a mane that might have rivaled a lion. He had emerged one day from the rolling grey seas around the island; his mane had been caked with sand and his tail knotted with seaweed. Against the backdrop of the roaring waters he looked like a spear of light broken off from the sun and fallen to the earth. She remembered standing on the docks watching a group of men flock to the stallion, who charged them in spite of their waving ropes and arms and their shouts of anger and fear. Pyke men were meant for handling ships, not horses, and they’d parted for him just as the waves had. He had let no man close, no woman reach out to stroke him, and he cantered through the cluttered streets with wild abandon, bellowing and shrieking a terrible riot that caused every haggard old mule and well trained steed to fight to join him.

And she had known instantly what he was searching for: her wife. He made it halfway up the hill to the castle when he slid to a stop in front of a figure whose golden hair matched his own striking fur. Her wife was still embracing him with a desperate eagerness by the time she had managed to wrangle one of the horses he’d left behind and ride up to meet them.

Their meeting had not been a warm one. It ended with her wife standing between her and an angry, open mouthed stallion, trying to explain. He was her familiar, she’d said, which Asha had come to learn was the funny term Beck used for her gaggle of animal companions that ran rampant in the castle. She explained that she had returned him to his wild herds so that he wouldn’t be confined to life on such a small island. As to how the hell he’d gotten to Pyke, Beck had given her no answer, and Asha couldn’t be sure if that was because she didn’t have one herself or she simply didn’t want to.

That had been well over a year ago, and Grani had remained a constant thorn in her side whether he was chasing thralls out of the stable or her wife was sneaking him inside the castle walls. But today she needed this worthless stubborn bastard, and she would be damned if she admitted defeat to a bloody horse.

“I know you know where she is!” She snarled, holding up the bridle as if to prove a point. They had long since past the point where she was concerned about looking like a mad woman for arguing with a horse. The rope around his neck ground against itself, and the iron hinges of the post he was tied to whined in protest beneath the sound of heavy rain on the stable roof. His ears were laid so flat against his head that he looked more reptile than equine, and every time she so much as exhaled, he opened his mouth to show off his teeth. When he snorted, clouds of mist escaped into the cold air, making him look even more like a dragon.

Grani was leaning back on his haunches against the hitching post as if he might rip it out of the ground. A part of her feared he would. The stallion wasn’t the largest horse she’d ever seen, but his bones were thick, and his muscles toned, and his withers were nearly as tall as she was.

The beast had refused to be haltered and brought out of the stable like a reasonable creature, and so she and a team of men had resorted to tossing ropes around his neck and using a pair of draft mules to pry him out of the comfort of the barn into the miserably wet courtyard. They’d lashed three of those ropes to the hitching post, which was groaning traitorously as if it might give way any minute, and he had been actively attempting to attack all of them as they got him secure. Asha had hoped once the icy rain hit his face and soaked him to the core that misery would dampen the fire inside him, and he would relent and do as she said like any other horse, in an attempt to get it over with. But Grani was spiteful as an old crone, and continued to fight her over every single thing.

She couldn’t wrap her mind around it properly. Once Theon had brought home a monster of a big black horse that he’d named Smiler. Theon had found amusement in the furry bastard’s desire to take off every hand that ever tried to feed him. He’d liked the domination of it, she supposed. The creature had never settled. It’d been temporarily corralled or bridled, it’d been spurred and cropped into temporary submission, but the second an opportunity presented itself, Smiler would take a chunk out of anyone too stupid to get out of his way.

But it wasn’t the same with Grani.

Watching the stallion and Beck together was like watching fanciful girlhood dreams come true. He whickered quietly when he saw her—ears forward, eyes lit up with anticipation. He followed her with no lead to bind him. When she hopped upon his back she used neither saddle nor bridle. She could ride him at breakneck speeds down by the shores, or up through the market filled with people. If one had never seen the beast outside of the company of the witch, they might have assumed he was the most well mannered stallion to ever grace the earth. Asha assumed it had to do with the influence of magic.

The problem was that Beck wasn’t there at the moment, and Asha didn’t know where the hell she’d run off to in this downpour.

It was not as simple as holding the stallion still. Where other horses balked or reared or shied from unwelcome hands, Grani pressed forward, mouth open, perfectly happy to rip a chunk out of anyone too slow to avoid him. And when he turned his hips to kick, the blows were precise as an arrow. He offered no warnings, and he showed no fear. If she were less proud she likely would have left him alone, but she was churning with barely contained rage by now.

“All you have to do is take me to her.” Asha dared to reach out and grab his mane, and he tried to bite her just as she thought he would. Beck’s animals had the strange ability to find her wherever she went, and that was what Asha needed right now. Her wife had left the castle earlier that morning while the sky was still dark, and she had thought she could use the stallion to help her find Beck. Of course that had been well over an hour ago, and at this point it would have been faster to send men to search for her wife… but now it was personal.

Asha reached up and grabbed the forelock of the angry stallion and he twisted to the right, but she held on as if she were clutching a sea-sogged rope. He reared up with a furious squeal, lashing out his front legs. Asha felt her feet lift the ground but she held on for all she was worth. She hooked a leg behind the beast’s neck as if she meant to swing herself onto his back, and it was the only thing that saved her from his strike. Her other leg was about to wrap around his neck to hold fast, when the stallion surged forward and thrust her against the iron hitching post. The wind was forced from her instantly. Her legs dropped back down to the ground, and she heaved desperately for air, but she refused to let him go. She’d suffocate before she let him go. Before she was bested by an animal. Her people would never respect her again. But goddamn if her back didn’t ache from the impact.

Clinging to the tousled mane of the stallion, panting for air, she realized he had ceased his mad tantrum. She dared to look him in the eye, and found that he was still sourly glaring at her, ears pinned, tail lashing his sides like the waves on the rocks beneath the castle.

They each stood perfectly still for a moment after that, and Asha, foolishly, thought she had won. She untangled one hand and grabbed the bridle off the post, before lifting it up to his poll. The bit rested against his lips. He did not open his mouth, and she did not dare stick her fingers between his lips to encourage it.

Alright. Perhaps she hadn’t won.

“You’re a hateful bastard, you know that?” She muttered as she flung the bridle over the hitching post and stepped away to slump against the wall. Grani watched her, his ears no longer pinned and his hooves no longer stamping the cobblestones. Somewhere in the distance a loud bell began to toll to signal the arrival of a small fleet of ships. The northern fleet, here to discuss the terms of their alliance.

“I guess you win by default.” She said. Asha rolled her shoulders to loosen the tension they’d gathered, and then she ran a hand through her salt-stained hair and groaned as she picked up the cloak she had shed. It was as soaked as the rest of her and offered little warmth.

She was about to call for a stable boy to come release the horse and try and herd it back inside, when Grani took a few small steps toward the post he was tied to. The ropes lassoed around his neck loosened a bit, and he gave a very purposeful shake, and they relaxed even more. Then, very deliberately, he lowered his head and backed away until he was free of his bonds.

He’d been fucking with her. The entire time.

Asha couldn’t restrain the laugh that bubbled up past her lips. “Aye, that would be the manner of trick Beck would teach you.”

But now that he was free, she wasn’t nearly so brazen, and when he began to walk toward her, Asha straightened her shoulders. Any other horse might have had the sense to pause at that sort of body language. Grani did not. He continued until she was standing beside his withers, and then he stopped. When she lifted her hand he didn’t turn to pin his ears or stomp one of his hooves on the cobbles. When she laid that hand flat on his side, he didn’t even raise his head.

“So that was it then?” She might have been angry if not for a disconcerting feeling that settled in the pit of her stomach. Steam was rolling up off the stallion’s body, and she watched it, transfixed, as she stroked him. The beast looked back at her, then shoved his muzzle against her hip lightly, causing her to stumble.

“What you just---needed to see me give up?” She snorted. “Wanted to hear me say it?”

Of course not. He was a horse. And Asha might not have been the greatest rider to have ever lived but she knew they weren’t that bright. They didn’t have logic, and they didn’t understand speech.

Grani bumped her hip again, a little harder this time, but instead of hopping onto his back, she stepped away.

A manservant called to her across the yard, “Come.”

She looked up to see who would have to gall to command her like that, especially after a morning of watching her lose her temper, but she saw no men in the yard.

“I’m not in any mood for a jest!” She replied, peering behind a stack of hay bales. No one responded. Asha felt a shiver travel down her spine and called out more hesitantly. “Beck?”

Again there was no response, but Grani bumped her again.

“What? You expect me to just…” Her voice trailed away. After all Beck never saddled or bridled the ornery beast. Perhaps that had been his problem all along. She felt instantly comforted by that realization. He wasn’t trying to make a point; he was just scared of something he didn’t know. That was it.

Asha gripped the base of the stallion’s mane and jumped once to see if he’d flinch away. When he didn’t, she jumped again, this time pulling herself up and throwing a leg over his back. She was still more than just a little surprised when he didn’t take off tearing around the courtyard bucking and rearing. Instead he gave her a moment to adjust her hefty cloak and get her seat underneath her, and then he began to walk. The steady beat turned to a swift trot once they cleared the gates and went out onto the bridge. She had no control, and not the slightest idea where they were going as they entered the fog beyond the bridge. With luck he’d take her to her wife and they’d be home before the Northerners got off their ship, but the lingering fear he’d dump her off the first cliff they came to remained.

#;;my drabbles #now and again beck gets to missing old partners #and i drum up all our old stuff and read through it #and write drabbles in the verse until she's happy again lmfao #beck;; drabbles

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lixie-lovie · 4 years ago

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{ Rogue princess | skz }

l.felix x f!reader

Genre: ??? fluff, angst ig, royalty au, princess!reader, star child!felix, idk u tell me

Warnings: a bit angsty, bad relationships at the beginning, issues with parents, vague mention of past death, mention of animals, mentions of running away

((If anything needs to be added to warnings, lmk! I’ll fix it asap))

Word Count: 5.2k

Note: did I write this literally to comfort myself today? Yes. Have fun reading this reallllyyy self indulgent fic lolz. Hope anyone reading this has a good day! Ily

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A throne made of gold and satin-like velvet, all tyrian purple. Too large this seat felt, as did the hall full of people standing under gilded light filtering through the large stained glass window. Here you sat, next to your father in an even more ornate throne, in front of a crowd of people who knew your name, your face, but nothing of your soul.

They couldn’t name that green was your favorite color because of the trees you would catch glimpses of through the windows of your tutors room, ever strong through the seasons never having to carry the weight of a kingdom. They would never be able to name why ships made you weary and claustrophobic or that your favorite flowers of springtime are those that bloom away from the castles gardens when eyes aren’t watching. They couldn’t guess your favorite piece of music, the one you never heard at those god forsaken balls. They never could place that instead your favorite would be the one that came ever so gracefully from under your mother’s fingertips at the piano that used to spark so much joy in the hearts of the people, but now sat lonely collecting dust. They didn’t know you longed to reach the stars someday, yearning for their delicate freedom in the inky black sky. They couldn’t tell that you wondered if they felt out of place too.

More so than anything else, they could never guess how much you hated staring at the men kneeling before you now, begging for a wife, a servant to their needs of pleasure, for the sake of “peace.” They would never know the disgust that sent a shiver down your spine at the twisted grin of these men that took your fingers in their too rough grasp and kissed that back of your hand, their sin tainted lips lingering moments too long. Their hands twitching at their sides with their sickening thoughts as they watched you stand from your throne, adjusting the circlet of silver adorning your perfectly crafted hair.

Your father, your king, grinned widely at the propositions made my these men, happy at the prospect of one of them taking your hand, winning your heart. Happy at the prospect of selling you away. A fair trade he’d call it. A duty.

He’d never understand, you came to realize. He was the man who had chosen your mother, the same way these creatures of lust in front of you are now. Readily ridding the world of her happiness and songs, harshly forcing her into a life of servitude, solitude, for the sake of duty.

“None of them would get it”

You’d say to yourself silently as you excused yourself to the washroom, wiping your disgraced palm clean of the suitors that you had been dancing with’s sweat, your nose scrunched in disgust. In the washroom you would stand, hands now pressed to the too warm mirror in that stuffy room, staring at your reflection. Your reflection stared back at you tauntingly, the flushed cheeks and too perfect hair, until your eyes got caught on the thin band gracing your head. The piece of metal that used to be the only thing tying you to your mother’s lineage, now was only an unwelcome reminder of your duties lined up in the other room, waiting for your hand in marriage. You sighed harshly, ripping the despicable band of silver off of your head, ruining the perfect waves your hair was lying in before. You laughed too hard, running your hands harshly over the layers of paint adorning your face. Your breaths became ragged as you tore the cloth sigil from the bodice of your dress, the only thing left showing your status in this deplorable kingdom and soon you realized, the only thing holding you back.

You stared at your own reflection, a haggard appearance of a forgotten princess staring back at you, and you smiled. Quickly, you rushed to the door, checking for footsteps, before finding your way to the nearest maids chambers. Stepping inside you grabbed a few essentials and a cloak as black as the night’s sky. Once you felt satisfied in what you had taken, you steeled your nerves before quickly and cautiously making your way to the stables, now abandoned with everyone attending the event.

Your eyes scanned the area quickly before settling on a horse with hair as white as snow and eyes the color of indigo. Your form slowed, your breaths coming out in soft pants as you made your way towards the creature in awe of its beauty. You reached your hand out slowly, to gain the trust of the majestic beauty. Suddenly and strikingly you heard a voice sounding from behind you.

“My lady! Where do you think you’re going?” A rough, calloused hand gripped your shoulder tightly, startling you. You turned around quickly, your arms raising defensively. As the offending party grabbed your wrists to gain your attention your excitement died down and your breaths came out easier when you took in the features of Changbin, your personal first knight assigned to you. Your expression became one of relief as you took in the worried, curious look resting on his angular features in the low light of the stables.

“I’m leaving, Changbin. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I can’t go through with this. Please don’t try to stop me..” You said gripping his hands in yours, staring into his eyes hoping to portray the feelings pooling in the base of your throat, causing your words to come out choked. “I’ve already made up my mind.”

“I’m sure I couldn’t change your mind if I wanted to, princess. Here, take this.” He said, smiling softly. A gentle sigh left his lips as one hand reached into one of the many holsters on his person, while the other drifted to comfortingly rest on the crown of your head. His large, rough hands pressed a small holstered knife into your palm. “It’s a blade your mother used to use. I was supposed to give it to you tonight at the ball, but this felt like the right time.”

For the first time that night you smiled genuinely, staring into his eyes softly in thanks while turning to prepare the horse for your disappearance. Changbin’s hands found your waist, hoisting you up and onto the back of the horse before he quietly led you out of the stables, checking for prying eyes and quietly uttering you a safe trip. You made simple promises to return safely to him, unsure of how much truth they held, but sure of the comfort filling your chest with the smile gracing his face.

With that, you turned your head to the dark forest ahead and took a deep breath to steady yourself before going on this possibly dangerous adventure. Then, like lightning striking your nervous system, you heard a voice you had hoped to never hear again.

“Y/n!” Your father’s voice rang out over the courtyard causing you to gasp and whip your head in the direction of the sound. Changbin’s worried eyes stayed trained on your face as your indecision bubbled in your chest at your father’s commanding tone. Quickly muttering some words Changbin sent the horse off running in the direction of the forest, your confused mind allowing the actions to happen wordlessly as you watched Changbin draw his sword against his own king to protect you and allow you the freedom you had longed for.

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It had been moments, maybe hours, you were unsure. The sky bared no stars as you stared hopelessly heaven bound with your eyes blurred. The chilly air hurt your cheeks now dry from the rivers of tears at your actions. Your steed came to a slow, wearily looking around the dangerous wood. All that was to be heard around you were the low grumbles of the predators and the soft snapping of twigs. In the haze of your misery you were lost and cold, unsure of even your own safety as you whipped your head uneasily in every direction of unknown noises.

It was then that a loud howl sounded from somewhere nearby, a chorus of others following suit. You tried catching sight of the beasts making the horrid sound, but soon it seemed as though the guttural growls were surrounding you, closing in on their next meal. You yelped loudly as the horse became unsteady and afraid, dashing off towards the nearest escape. From your lips feeble shrieks of protest left, but to no avail. The creature’s of the hunt followed suit, a game of cat and mouse. Suddenly, one creature, the largest, leaped out from beyond a too dark clearing in front of your path, baring its fangs and lashing out with its dastardly claws. The horse came to an unsteady halt, rearing back and knocking your frail form harshly to the ground. You inhaled sharply, rolling away, your limbs tucked inward, as fast as possible from the now trampling hooves and paws. You held your breath, covering yourself with your arms and you cried. Tears poured down your face as you waited for the steps of the animals to recede. You heard their noises of primal instinct and found yourself counting the minutes down until they were long gone and satisfied with their hunt.

When your arms went numb and the tip of your nose was sufficiently frozen, you turned over in the dirt, wet with dew, to stare at the empty sky. Your tears came until they could no longer, your breaths uneven with bitter air exhaling harshly from your lungs, and as your eyes stayed trained upwards, you allowed yourself one prayer to any god that would listen.

Please. Just let me see one star. One being from above that would understand.

Abruptly you were taken aback by an unusually chilling wind blowing through the branches of the tall oak trees, causing you to wrap your arms tightly against your grimy, shivering self. Slowly you allowed the exhaustion of the night to take over your features, your eyes closing allowing sleep to take over your dirt ridden form. Finally, you felt some semblance of peace come over you as you drifted off, a prayer still sitting heavy on your pale, chapped lips.

“You’re one weird human.” Your ears suddenly perked as a deep voice suddenly sounded from somewhere nearby. You screamed, scurrying to cover yourself with some kind of protection. Your eyes scanned the surrounding area frantically searching for the source of the voice.

“W-who’s there?” You said with as little confidence as you could muster. You cursed your voice for shaking silently as you continued your frantic search for this possible danger. Your eyes landed on a large branch nearby and your legs moved on their own accord, sliding you harshly against the hard, cold ground to scramble to grip the branch tightly, turning and holding it out in a manner you could only hoped looked more threatening than it felt.

“So silly..” The deep voice chuckled out from somewhere behind you. You yelped, waving the stick in the opposite direction, hoping not to lose your footing against any loose rocks or sturdy tree roots. Your dress was torn and soaked and the gentle breeze now moving in random intervals was jarring and dancing around your cloaked form, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. A sudden snapping sound from a branch above your head caused you to scream, throwing the large branch with all of your feeble might towards the offending sound. A larger breeze blew by, obscuring your vision with your own hair and you scrambled to remove it from your vision. As your finally were able to get a glimpse of a male slinking towards you another breeze blew harshly by causing your to sigh sharply, your hands flying back up to your face to remove the hair blocking your vision yet again. “Your gonna hurt someone throwing those things.” The voice sounded again, humor twinkling off of his lips with smooth curls of laughter.

“Who are you? What do you want with me??” You said, your feet backpedaling as you finally removed your hair from your face again to take in the sight before you. Your eyes scanned the clearing of trees in the dim light unable to find the man you had been questioning and just as you began to question what was even real, you heard him again, your head whipping in the direction of the sound.

“I should be asking you that, considering you called for me..” He said, the humor never leaving his tone. You began to feel embarrassed at the thought of this man laughing at your pitiful state. Your cheeks grew red and your ears felt hot as you began wondering why you didn’t feel as in danger as you had earlier that night, deciding to deem it all on how wild the rest of your night had already been. Instead of answering you simply furrowed your brow, scanning and searching with your eyes still trying to find the source of the inquiry. Out of the blue in the still night, yet another breeze blew by roughly, chilling you to the bone. A branch suddenly creaked above you and you scrambled back to get a view of what could be perched there.

“Looking for me?” What you found, illuminated by the dim white moonlight, was a boy, seemingly about your age, swinging his legs softly to the gentle sway of the winds. His hair was strikingly white, pure as snow. His pale skin shone softly as if covered gingerly in new born stars. His eyes held mirth, much like his cheshire smile, and his whole body was lax with amusement as he stared down at you. In shock you stumbled backwards, falling over yourself and landing harshly on the ground, yet again tonight staring up at the sky. You felt the wind tousle your hair, but you didn’t seem to have the energy to care much as your mind grappled with its own questioning thoughts.

“Uhm..lady? Are..haha..are you okay?” His question, broken with impish laughter, felt comforting in a way as he leaned over your form, searching your face with curious eyes and a interrogative furrowed brow. You turned your head softly, staring into the now shocked eyes of the boy with the angular features and moon like eyes before suddenly your lips twitched, the corners of them quirking before a laugh began to bubble out of your chest. The laugh itself with incredulous and loud, joyous like a little kid finally discovering how something works. The boy looked back at you, tilting his head like a confused puppy as he watched you sit up slightly, leaning on your elbows. He didn’t make a move to back up or give you any space, instead leaning closer to examine you further.

“Did you hit your head or something, funny lady?” He said, his deep voice and boy-like expression of wonder and frustrating confusion only spurring your laughter on further as you grappled for breath. The events of tonight were catching up with your exhausted state and you found yourself wondering if this boy who shone so brightly on this gloomy night was even real.

Once you could finally catch your breath you sat upright and really took in the sight of him. He may have seemed young on the outside, but somehow he held a powerful aura, like he knew more then he let on. His smile was dazzling as he stared up at you with eyes that twinkled with a silent knowledge. You felt as though he was looking past your filthy outward appearance, and instead he was reading through your soul, listening silently to the story you couldn’t find the words to tell.

He stood suddenly, as if he found the answer to the question that had been dancing around like the winds, curling through each of your minds. His smile became softer and more genuine as he looked down at your still seated self and slowly outstretched his hand. It was a gesture you were unfamiliar with. It wasn’t a sudden, demanding grasp of your non-consenting hand. It wasn’t rough and calloused, with a predator-like grin gracing his features, but, instead, as you slid your hand over his palm in a silent proclamation of trust you found yourself reveling in how silky smooth his larger, more slender hand felt wrapping around yours in a protective gesture. He glanced at you, a playful smirk playing on his cherry red lips.

“Do you trust me?” He said, his deep voice breathy and patient, allowing you whatever amount of time you felt like you needed before you nodded slowly, hesitantly. He tilted his head in a munificent gesture, encouraging you to verbalize your thoughts. You felt the minuscule inkling of a curl to your lips forming, your eyes catching on how he seemed to be emitting light in this dim forest. The wind blew softly, ruffling your hair and caressing your now heated cheeks. He watched your features carefully as you bowed your head and giggled to yourself at the sensation of the winds dancing around the both of you. The chilly night felt warm as you turned your head slowly and methodically towards him again, your eyes glistening with an unreadable emotion and you breathed in deeply in a more relaxed manner.

“I do.” You said, beaming up at him now, your small, frail hand squeezing his a little tighter. He smiled fully now and to you it felt like sunshine. He watched your face, entranced in your beauty taking not of how grateful he was to have answered your call tonight, vowing to bring that smile back whenever he could. Your expression grew concerned as the look in his eye changed and he suddenly pulled you towards him, wrapping one arm around your shoulders before taking off in a sprint.

You tried to match his pace with a yelp, the wind now pushing you around forcefully. Your cries of protest were drowned out with his hysterical giggling. He forced you forward for a few more minutes as you began to question his strange motives before suddenly he came to a stop. His landing was much more graceful then your sudden stumbling forward, but as you gained your footing your objections died in your throat as you took in the sights around you. The forest behind you now, you stood in a clearing with grasses tickling your ankles, but the most impressive thing about this sight was the flowers. In full bloom, covering the surrounding area as far as your eyes could see were twinkling white flowers. Some stayed small and subdued, while others were larger, demanding more attention, but all of them shown with outstanding luminescence. Your breath caught in your throat as you stood completely rigid, taking in the sight.

You then felt a soft breeze, pulling your out of your shock with a shiver before you felt an unexpected heat radiating from behind you. You felt a soft hand trace your jaw from somewhere behind as you held your breath expectantly. His hand moved from your jaw to trace the outline of your neck, gathering your hair lying there and tying it tenderly away from your face. Your sudden inhale as his fingers tickled the nape of your neck caused him to chuckle, his close proximity allowing you to feel his warm breath fanning over your shoulders. You suddenly felt balmy as he leaned his face closer, his breaths coming out in an intoxicating manner, dancing around the area where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Look up.” He said, his voice coming out in a heady whisper. You gasped as you complied, your head whipping up too quickly, causing the male to snicker behind you. You couldn’t seem to care as you took in the sight before you. The once empty sky was now covered in brilliant gleaming stars, all feeling as though they were staring right at the two of you, encouragingly. You weren’t sure what they were encouraging, but just the silly thought itself had you laughing softly, your eyes slowly trailing over everything in front of you yet again. If it weren’t for the questioning hum the man had released you may not have even noticed the sturdy arms wrapped loosely around your waist or the cool skin of his cheek now resting on your exposed shoulder. You may not have even taken note of the breath now fanning comfortingly over your own blushing cheek of the look in his eyes as you turned slightly in his arms to get a better view of this new expression.

He took in your overwhelmed face as you tried to form words for the thoughts racing through your mind and he laughed, his head tilted back and chuckles racking his toned chest. You took in the movement behind his green tunic, complimenting his pale skin and you blushed again, turning your face away sharply. He gripped your shoulder with one hand softly, making sure not to startle you, while his other hand outstretched softly to point towards the cushiony grass beside of you. You took the hint and made a move to sit and take in the view before you.

He giggled as he helped move the layers of your dress away so you could sit comfortably before taking his seat beside you. You found yourself becoming encumbered with exhaustion and slowly with the gentle breeze swaying the twinkling lights, you let your head pull to the side to rest easily on his shoulder. He moved slowly as to not jostle you allowing more comfort for your tired form.

“You know, lady. I never caught your name..” He said, a hint of gentle humor lacing his deep baritone.

“I’m sorry..” You hummed out, “I’m y/n. Supposed princess of this kingdom.” You said, your tone sounding harsh even to your own ears. “I’m not sure I’d like to even ask who you are.” You said, laughing to help lighten the mood.

“Hmm.. I don’t think I was ever given a name where I am from.” Your brow furrowed at his response as you moved your head from its resting perch to look up at his questioningly. He laughed again, his body folding as he chuckled at your expression. “A story for another time, y/n.” You accepted his response begrudgingly, distracted by the way your name sounded on his lips.

“So what are you going to do when morning comes, little one?” He said, no malice in his tone. You sighed harshly flopping backwards to lay in the soft grass fully, surrounding yourself in the perfumed scent of the fluttering flowers. He took that as an answer in itself as he watched you, amused.

“You need to go back.” You groaned loudly as these words left his lips and he laughed as he shushed you, pushing you softly causing you to dramatically roll over laying your head on his thigh, a noise of protest leaving your bemused lips. “Let me finish would you!” He continued, annoyance playfully covering the syllables while he ran his fingers gently through your messy hair. You smiled, appeased for a moment while staring longingly towards the stars above. The sky was lightening and you felt your smile slipping at the realization that they would be gone again soon.

He frowned watching your face grow frantic with concern before softly resting his cools fingertips on the bottom of your chin, non-forcefully turning your face in his lap to look at his own passionate expression. He tilted his head to match the angle of your, his silliness making you giggle softly before continuing.

“You may have to go back, but you can always come back here, it’s all for you.” He let his eyes slowly trail over you, landing on your hand twisting anxiously tearing up small strands of the grass without realizing. He slid one of his hands comfortingly down your arm, trailing his fingertips lightly over the back of your hands. It felt as if getting a sunburn, getting too close to the beauty of something terrifying. “Look to the stars, I’ll always be there, watching and waiting.” He finished, his voice getting deeper with each second he stared at your animated expression staring up at him expectantly.

You felt your eyes welling up with tears at the peace being here brought to you, knowing it would be ending soon. You tried forming words, prayers, but your lips were too wobbly and my voice was too weak.

“When will I see you again? Wh-what should I even call you??” You finally managed to squeak out, the thick, hot tears you felt curling down your cheeks didn’t sting nearly as much as the thought of leaving him here, only to return to the torturous duties lined up for you at your home. He smiled sadly at you, blurring your senses with how ethereal he looked. His hands twitched against your wrist as he continued his comforting path, avoiding your eyes as he furrowed his brow in thought. Without thinking, out of desperation for an answer, you swiftly intertwined your own fingers with his, your palms slotting together as if fitting missing puzzle pieces together.

“You’ll see me when you need me.. but I’ll always be there.” You pursed your lips in a pout and he smiled again, taking his hand once tangled in your hair and running it slowly, methodically over your furrowed brow, smoothing the skin there and allowing your features to find solace again. “and why don’t you give me a name that you like, y/n.” He offered, his voice softer than you had heard it before, no amusement, only timid hope.

A name. Something so uniquely human. Something lovingly crafted for an individual. Something that holds meaning and myth. Something totally your own. You frowned in thought for a moment and he watched as your eyes glazed over patiently. Suddenly, you sat up rigidly, turning to face him, leaning closer then you had ever been previously. The sudden movement startled him, causing him to laugh awkwardly, his eyes blown wide while staring at your expectant and excited face.

“I’ve got it! I’m going to call you Felix!” You exclaimed. He furrowed his brow, tilting his head and repeating the syllables slowly, testing the way they tasted on his lips. Then he smiled at you teasingly, taking your breath away briefly. You rushed to find some way to explain yourself before the heat fighting it’s way up your neck found your cheeks. You stared into his eyes determined before explaining. “It means happiness. I found happiness tonight, here with you, when I couldn’t back there. They may not ever make me happy, but I have you. My happiness. My Felix.” You finished, grinning widely, appeased.

His grin couldn’t be contained as he laughed softly at how cute you could be. As he let his grin take over his features he let his eyes drift over your close proximity. His fingers began to unfold from between yours, drifting their way up your wrist, feeling your rushing heart beat. They slowly danced over your shoulder making you shiver slightly, as he noticed his teeth took purchase in his bottom lip, the movement catching your eye. His fingertips barely tickled the skin of your neck, causing goosebumps to break out over your skin. Once his hand pushed your hair back, tucking it behind your ear you could hear your own breathing, practically panting at his gentle actions. The longing in your eyes causing his eyes to become hooded with a guarded emotion.

Slowly, his hand found its place on your cheek, his cool palm was in great contrast to your too warm skin. You reveled in the feeling, yearning to remember the way this solace felt in this moment. He smiled softly, a flash of teeth all you could see before he was leaning in tenderly. He allowed you to make the moves on your own as well, only continuing forward when you would and only you were both nearly touching, so close you were breathing the same air, he allowed himself a glance at your pink lips. His tongue darted out to wet his own lips before he pulled back slightly a serious expression on his face.

“Can I?” His voice came out breathy, heavy with something you couldn’t name. You smiled softly, pleased with his ability to ask, always thinking of your feelings first. You couldn’t even resist long enough to answer before you were wrapping some of your fingers around his larger wrist, tangling the others in his too pretty hair, pulling his face towards yours and connecting your lips together passionately.

This kiss was unlike anything you had ever heard of, instead of sparks and passion it was butterflies and subtle hints of laughter you could feel bubbling in your chest. The kiss was lingering and slightly bittersweet. You could taste the saltiness on your lips from your tears mixing with the sweetness of his lips on yours. It was perfectly melancholy and grossly beautiful. Tragedy in the form of serendipity.

As you parted Felix’s hands soothed your cheeks and wiped your tears, a smile playing jokingly on his lips. He poked your nose and leaned forward to kiss your forehead lovingly. You smiled through the onslaught of tears and gasped at the dawning sky above you now. Your eyes frantically searched for stars you knew you wouldn’t be able to see anymore, until they fell on Felix’s sad expression. He tried to smile softly for your sake as he stroked your cheek gently.

He then removed himself from you, before standing and helping you up as well. Once you were both standing, staring at each other with eyes full of unspoken words he breathed in deeply before leaning in to plant another swift, stolen kiss on your lips. You smiled as he pulled away, staring at the way his handsome features curled in amusement at your shocked form. He then, without your noticing, had moved his hand to the back of your head and with a soft mutter of words he knew you wouldn’t understand, you were suddenly unconscious in his arms. He lifted you, bridal style, and began walking back towards the forest where you had first met.

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Once you all were back to the castle, a gentle breeze swaying the curtains, he laid you tenderly on your bed, smoothing your hair out around you and covering you with your own cushion-like blankets.

“Forgive me, princess. I usually would have asked.” He laughed quietly as you stirred in your sleep, as stubborn as you would have been awake. “I won’t be here when you awaken, but I’ll be back for you. You never have to be alone.” He slowly leaned forward, delicately placing a feathery light kiss on your lips. He made his way back to the window, tiptoeing as to not wake you, before turning to get one final glance at you.

“I’ll stay for you, y/n. Always.” He said, the ghost of a smile gracing his lips as a singular tear, the color of moonlight fell from his eye before all that was left in the room was a lonely princess and a gentle, light air dancing through the window like laughter and stolen kisses on a night only two will remember.

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years ago

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Geralt and the Minotaur p5

Y’all can thank @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher for how fast this came out. Brain Cell Bae, feast on the serotonin my dear 💖

Pairing: Geraskier

Warnings: canon consistent violence, blood, gore, fight scene, talk of human sacrifice, talk of child sacrifice, talk of animal sacrifice, reference to bestiality, talk of dismembering monsters, beheading monsters

some background for y’all that don’t know: King Minos had a deal with Poseidon that he would sacrifice his prize bull to the god every year but one year Minos couldn’t do it. He was way obsessed with this fine ass bull and sacrificed the second best and Poseidon got PISSED. So, like the little shit he is, he made Minos’ wife get hot for the bull and hence we have the Minotaur. This is an extra big no no in ancient Greece bc bulls were practically worshiped and seen as holy. There’s some other fucked up shit to do with bull sex but like I’ll let you live on in blissful ignorance like I wish I could.

also just in case y’all didn’t know the Greeks used to collect and sell gladiators sweat as perfume. Idk how that smelled good but like, as a thirsty hoe, I kinda get it.

heres part 4!

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Geralt woke to screams.

It took him a moment to realize what was happening, let alone where he was. Jaskier was curled in his arms, still sound asleep as the screams made way to sobs and the singing of a sword being pulled from its scabbard. It was time, but Geralt felt nothing.

He shook Jaskier awake and snatched the ball of twine and sword, tucking the blade into his belt and praying to Athena, Poseidon, any god that would listen that the guards wouldn’t shove it loose. Jaskier snatched the twine from his hand and stowed it in his own clothes just in time for the soldiers to reach their cell.

They were ushered at sword point up a path to the back of the palace where dingy stone steps lead down to a massive stone door, underground by a dozen feet at least. Jaskier clung to Geralt’s hand, clenching his jaw tight and looking forward as they were lead to the doors. It took three men to open them and Geralt heard someone in their party mumble about how well and truly fucked they were. He couldn’t blame them.

They were shoved through the arch, surprisingly without ceremony, and the doors were heaved closed behind them.

When the rumble of stone on stone finally ceased and they were left with near darkness Geralt finally felt the panic. Everyone was looking at him, he could barely make out their features, but he knew, and all he could do was stare at the door.

Jaskier gave his hand a gentle squeeze, offering him the now glowing gold ball of twine, “Geralt?”

Something snapped into place deep in Geralt’s gut and the panic vanished. He took the twine and tied it to the door before removing the sword from his clothes and handing the dagger to Jaskier.

“Do not stray from the twine. Stay with the group.” He growled, now better able to see from the light of the yarn. Everyone was terrified, but they were his responsibility now, and if he had to scare them further to keep them safe he would.

“What if it sneaks up on us?!” A young girl squeaked, she couldn’t have been more than fifteen.

“We’ll hear it. Now, follow me.”

“Do you know where you’re going?”

Geralt frowned, ready to admit like before that he hadn’t a clue, but then he heard it. It was faint, and he could only hear inhales, but there was snarling breathing that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than a monster.

“I do.” He turned to go before anyone asked any more questions.

Jaskier was at his heels, one hand gripping the dagger and the other clutching at Geralt’s belt to stay close, “Geralt, do you really know where we’re going?” he whispered.

“I can hear him.” Geralt muttered. Every muscle in his body was tensed and ready to strike as he lead the way down the arched corridor, unraveling the twine as they went.

They walked on for what felt like forever, the hall twisted and turned, even went up a flight of stairs, but nothing about it seemed very maze-like. Jaskier kept quiet, but Geralt could feel his hand at his back trembling. Others in the group were whispering, They say it has a battle ax and Maybe it'll kill us quickly.

Geralt held a hand up upon coming to their first T, “Everyone hush.” He closed his eyes, doing his best to listen past the panicked panting of the group. It was there, just barely, but the deep breathing of something much bigger than him was coming from the left.

This continued for hours, or maybe it was only minutes, Geralt couldn’t tell, until everyone could hear the beast’s steady breath and see a faint orange glow around a corner.

Geralt stopped, turning to face the terrified group of teenagers, “Stay here and stay quiet.” he instructed. Then, handing off the glowing twine and whispering to Jaskier, “If I die you have to run. Sprint back to the doors, all of you should be able to open them. I’d tell you to go now if I weren’t afraid of waking it.”

Jaskier had the gal to look offended, “If you think for one second I’m letting you go in there alone-”

“You will. The ship we came in on will be leaving in the morning with or without us. Be on it.” Geralt was getting jumpy, being a little more aggressive than he needed to, but the thought of Jaskier being left to die in this labyrinth without him was overwhelming and he’d never had more adrenaline coursing through him before.

Jaskier held Geralt’s face between his hands and drew him in for a lip bruising kiss. Geralt’s unoccupied arm looped around his waist and pulled him close as his whole body screamed at him to run away with him. Nothing sounded better right then than sneaking out of the labyrinth and sailing off to some other island where they could live their lives in peace. No responsibility, no destiny, no monsters.

Someone cleared their throat and Geralt pulled back, blushing furiously as he switched his sword back and forth between his hands, “That was one hell of a goodbye kiss.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes, “Good luck, not goodbye. You’ll be fine.”

Geralt nodded and peeked around the corner, catching a glimpse of a large open hall with a fire burning at its center and what one might have mistaken for a pile of furs and pillows laying in front of it. He ducked back into the corridor, pressing his back against the wall and doing his best to take a deep breath that wasn’t a panicked gasp. His limbs felt like goatskins full of water and his palms were already starting to sweat. He barely kept his face under control as he tried to work up the nerve to move.

Jaskier held his free hand, gently massaging at the tendons, “You’ve done this before, you can do it again.”

“It’s huge, Jask,” Geralt whispered, mortified that he’d made it all this way, and now when it mattered he couldn’t stifle the panic.

“You threw a man twice my size halfway across the deck on our way here. You are strong and brave and deceptively intelligent.” Geralt raised an eyebrow at his words but let him continue, needed him to continue, “The blood of the gods runs through your veins and you’ve been blessed by the goddess of strategy and wit herself. You can do this.”

“Athena sending my mother to the sea is hardly a blessing.” Geralt argued, pushing off the wall and squeezing Jaskier’s hand before letting go.

Jaskier pursed his lips, eyes somber despite his annoyed expression, “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Geralt nodded and, though his limbs were still shaking, he stepped out into the hall of the Minotaur.

He ran over all the advice he could remember from every soldier he’d spoken with as he crept toward the sleeping beast. As he got closer to the fire he saw the bones of previous sacrifices, some no bigger than a child’s, and the remnants of animal carcasses that were far fresher. The stench was getting progressively worse as he approached, so much so that he wondered if he might vomit before he could attack. He wanted to look back, he wanted to run back, but he kept his eyes trained on the beast before him. It was at least twice his size, covered in a strange coat of hair with a tail to match. Horns protruded from it’s forehead, long and sweeping forward in dramatic curves. He couldn’t see it’s face and prayed he wouldn’t have to while it was still alive.

When he was within feet of the Minotaur he raised his sword, gripping it in both hands and set his feet, readying to stab it in the neck. It was laying on its side, half curled into a fetal position as it slept. He felt a pang of sympathy for the creature. It wasn’t given a chance, wasn't guilty of the sin its mother committed or the offence her husband had committed against Poseidon. With it sleeping so still and so vulnerable he almost forgot the horror stories he’d heard from before they caged it here. He paused a moment too long.

As he brought down the blade the creature shifted and his sword cut deep across its back rather than a fatal blow at the neck.

The roaring scream it let loose was disorienting, it rattled Geralt’s bones and had him shuffling backwards. It rolled to its hands and knees, or what functioned as knees, and Geralt slashed at it’s arm, slicing through thick ropy muscle as if it weren’t there. He thanked the gods the sword Triss had given him was sharp as he jumped out of the way of the Minotaur’s other arm swinging at him. He brought his sword down where he had just been standing, barely missing the monster’s forearm, but exposing his side, just like Eskel had warned not to. The Minotaur, now standing upright and towering over Geralt, kicked him in the ribs, sending him tumbling across the floor. He barely kept hold of his sword as he rolled to a stop, gasping for breath.

It snarled at him, stomping closer on cloven hooves but holding one arm close to its middle. Geralt waited, kept gasping for breath long after he’d regained the ability to breathe properly and let the thing get closer. When it was within reach, raising it’s good arm in preparation to pummel Geralt into the stone, he lashed out again with his sword. This time the metal swiped clean through the canon of its left leg, severing the hoof from the leg completely. The Minotaur fell forward, nearly pinning Geralt to the ground as he scrambled out of the way. It struggled to push itself up on its one good arm but Geralt kneeled on its back, knee digging into the wound across it’s shoulders. He barely registered the screams of pain and outrage over the thrumming of his own pulse as he grabbed one of its horns with one hand and dragged his sword across its throat with the other.

The screaming stopped, replaced by a stomach churning gurgle and trickle of blood. A deep, nearly black red liquid oozed out in every direction from the beast’s wounds as it struggled and twitched. Geralt didn’t want to take any chances. Cursed beasts had magical properties and he’d be damned if he left the thing alive enough to heal. Before the corpse began to cool he hacked and slashed until the head was completely severed from the body.

Only then did he feel the pain radiating from his side all the way down his leg and into his toes. He threw the Minotaur’s head toward the corridor he’d entered from and collapsed on this good side, barely missing the rapidly expanding pool of blood. He grunted out a labored “Fuck.” before he heard shuffling feet and felt hands under his arms.

Jaskier and the girl with all the questions were hauling him toward the fire.

When they set him down Jaskier’s hands were flitting over his body searching for injuries, “I told you you’d be fine.” he teased, an undercurrent of fear cutting through his tone.

“Not fine,” Geralt huffed as Jaskier prodded his side and he tried to sit up, “Alive.”

“You probably broke a rib, go slowly.” Jaskier warned, helping Geralt up.

“You’re a doctor now?” Geralt teased, wincing as he straightened to full height.

Jaskier patted Geralt’s chest, “I’ve been kicked by a cow or two.”

He pulled Geralt close and kissed him softly, sighing like the world had been lifted from his shoulders.

When he released the prince he rearranged the soft grey fabric and whispered so only Geralt could hear, “I could sell your sweat for a fortune right now.”

Geralt laughed and rolled his eyes, beginning to limp back to the other Athenians and scooping up the Minotaur’s head by the horns, “Lets go, I need a bath.”

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Next part here!

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susuwatari-kompeito · 4 years ago

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Getting to Know You - Tag Game

I was tagged by the awesome @rinielle!! Thank you for the tag, I had fun doing this. <3

1. Why did you choose your url?

I chose my URL because I’m a fan of Studio Ghibli films. “Susuwatari” refers to the soot sprites that are in Spirited Away, and “kompeito” refers to the colorful star-shaped candy they are fed.

2. Any side-blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them.

So I started a 2ha sideblog, but I only have one post on it so far and its just a housekeeping one haha. It was in anticipation for the release of HYX/Immortality. However I don’t think I’ll have the capacity to manage two blogs so I decided to just save the URL and have all my mess on my main blog.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

So I created my blog years and years ago, probably in 2010? But I never used it, and had only a few things posted. In June 2020, I wiped everything and started reblogging The Untamed content.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I do, but it’s really boring. It’s just “q” because it’s quick and easy to type.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

No clue haha. I think it’s because I liked anime and wanted to look at gifs? But again, I never used my blog so I can’t really say for sure.

6. Why did you choose you icon/pfp?

My icon that shows in the dashboard is the manhua version of Jiang Cheng. I chose him because he’s my most favorite MDZS character (since this is a mostly CQL blog) and also my favorite fictional character in general.

I also have an icon on the sidebar of my desktop theme, which is circular gif of HuaLian. I chose that because I love that pairing so much (third-most favorite) and also I wanted TGCF representation on my blog.

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I have two headers, one for my dashboard/mobile, and one for my theme.

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the-awkward-outlaw · 5 years ago

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hi, i never asked for a fic before but could you do one about female reader getting kidnapped by micah and she gets tourtured, arthur and the gang go save her. idk it sounds silly im not good at giving fic ideas lol

Well, Anon, I’m glad to pop your request cherry! This was a good request, don’t sell yourself short!

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You stand at Pearson’s wagon, preparing tonight’s stew yet again. The cook is too drunk to do it himself yet again, poor man. Not that you blame him. You spend half the time here in Beaver Hollow wishing you were too drunk to be coherent. You’ve never been in a more foul place and the entire gang seems to sense it. What used to be a strong-knit family only a few weeks ago is now more feral than a pack of starving wolves, eager to rip each other’s throats out.

As you cut up some venison, you look up and see Micah walking through camp, taunting Karen, Mary-Beth and Uncle as he passes them. Out of everyone here, Micah seems to be the one settling in the best, and he’s the only one who seems happy about the predicament of the gang. His behavior has begun to make you suspicious.

Just as he reaches the horses and mounts up on his black and white steed, Arthur and John pull in. They must have finished with the Bacchus bridge then. You hear Arthur ask Micah what he’s doing, but Micah waves him off.

“Nothing you need to worry about, cowpoke. Just going to go scouting to see what might be the next best move now that you two finally got a move on that bridge.”

Micah twitches his reins and begins walking down the path, whistling as he goes. You don’t like his answer, too vague. Tilly walks past, so you ask her to finish supper so you can go and talk to Arthur since you haven’t seen him in a few days. She agrees, though grudgingly. You know the only reason she did so was because Arthur is your husband.

You walk up to him and quickly say you’re off to do a ride and do some hunting of your own.

“What? No hello?” he says seriously.

“I’m sorry, Arthur, it’s just this place. It sets my teeth on edge.” You lean in and whisper, “I want to know what Micah is up to. Don’t tell anyone.”

He nods understandingly and quickly gives you a kiss. “Okay, sweetheart, but be safe out there. Murphrees are still about. And always keep both eyes on Micah.”

He continues walking into the gang with John and you mount your horse and quickly trot down the trail, trying to make up for lost time. Once you get to the end of the trail, you have to take a minute to figure out which direction Micah went. It rained a few hours ago, so the mud is still drying, allowing you to see which tracks are the freshest. You identify the tracks leaving the trail you’re on, seeing their headed east towards Annesburg.

After cantering down a ways, you find Micah up ahead on the trail, going at a leisurely trot. You slow your horse down and stay a good ways back from him so he won’t hear you. You hope you’re just being paranoid and that he really is just on a reconnaissance journey, but something in your gut tells you otherwise.

Nearly half an hour passes and Micah finally turns off the main trail and goes up into the trees. Up ahead, you see a small house peaking through the trunks. You leave your horse near the main trail and run through the foliage, always keeping Micah in sight. As the house gets closer, you can see it looks like it’s been empty for years. Half the roof is caved in and most of the windows are smashed. What is Micah doing here?

Your answer comes as soon as you ask it. The door to the cabin opens and you take shelter behind a large oak. As you peak through a willow bush to see Micah dismounting, a man steps out from the house. You recognize him immediately: Agent Milton, the Pinkerton. What the fuck is Micah doing with this piece of shit?

“Ah, Mr. Bell, we were growing worried,” Milton says as Micah walks up to the porch. You don’t like this, not at all. Micah hasn’t even drawn his gun yet.

“No need to worry about me, Pinkerton. I been busy.”

“Yes I realize that. Stealing the dynamite as it was passing through Van Horn and I just received word that the Bacchus Bridge has been destroyed. I can’t imagine you had anything to do with that.”

Micah gives him a nasty smile. “That was one of Dutch’s fine ideas. He figures, we blow up the only railroad that connects to Fort Wallace and soon the army will be making their way up to fix it, bringing tons of money as payroll with them.”

“That’s what he thinks, does he?” Milton says in an almost bored fashion.

“That’s exactly what he thinks. I helped him reach that conclusion myself. He figures by making enough noise, you folks won’t think it was us. He’s using the Indians up here to take his blame.”

“Well, I don’t know about the wisdom behind these actions, Mr. Bell, but rest assured it will be delt with. Now, I have another plan for you. We want Van der Linde captured quickly with as little casualties as possible, so I have something-”

Suddenly you’re grabbed from behind and your arms are wrenched behind you in a full nelson grip. You try to fight the person off without alerting Milton and Micah to your presence, but the person is too strong for you and he shuffles you out from behind the tree and into full view.

“Mr. Milton! Think you have an uninvited guest to your meeting.”

Milton and Micah look at you. Micah bares his teeth and glares while Milton looks mildly surprised.

“A friend of yours, Mr. Bell? Forgive my saying, but she looks like one of your lot.”

“That’s Morgan’s whore of a wife. What you doin’ here, Y/N?”

Rage pounds through your body and you’d like nothing more than to go and beat Micah to a pulp, but the agent behind you still holds you too tight.

“I had a feeling you were up to no good, Micah. Now here’s my proof.”

“You ain’t got no proof, little girl.”

“Oh yeah? Who’s Dutch gonna believe? Me, married to his right hand man and been with the gang ten years, or the rat he’s known six months?”

To your surprise, Micah begins laughing. “Come on, Y/N, he’s already filled Hosea’s spot with me. Think I can convince him easily enough.”

“And when I tell Dutch you helped get Hosea and Lenny killed? What then, Micah?! You never liked Hosea, I bet you were looking for a way to get him out of your way for a long time! Dutch might be a fool, but he ain’t stupid.”

Micah laughs again but then Milton calls his attention. “Mrs. Morgan has us in a difficult position, Mr. Bell. You were instructed to never be followed to our secret meetings. She needs to be delt with.”

Milton pulls out his gun and aims it at you, but Micah stops him. You think he’s doing it out of mercy until he speaks. “You kill Morgan’s girl, Milton, we’re gonna have a bigger problem on our hands. Morgan might be dumb, but he’s a good fighter. One of the best I ever known. If he finds out his girl’s been shot, he’ll slaughter everyone he comes across.”

Your memory flicks back to one time when an O’Driscoll had shot you in the leg during an ambush. Micah had been there too, so had Bill. Arthur was downright terrifying though when you’d been shot. There’d been two to one with the O’Driscolls having the upper hand, but Arthur killed them all and it had been so quick, Bill and Micah barely had time to help.

“Then what do you recommend we do with her then, Mr. Bell?” Milton says. “We cannot let her return to your little gang.”

Micah ponders for a moment, then he looks around. “We can’t kill her, but we can’t let her go either. But Morgan will come looking for her the moment he suspects she’s in trouble. This is Murphree country, ain’t it? I suggest you let me take care of her, I’ll make it seem like they got hold of her. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she can’t talk.”

Micah walks down the steps and towards you. Panic courses through you and you try to fight your captor off again, but with no more luck than your previous attempts. When Micah’s close, he pulls out his pistol and hits you hard in the head, knocking you unconscious.

*****************************************

Some time later, you begin to stir awake. Your head pounds from where Micah hit you, but you somehow manage to push the pain aside in order to assess your situation. When your vision grows accustomed to the darkness, you see you’re in a cave. Not the one at Beaver Hollow. It’s a rather short cave, in fact you can easily see the opening. A river gurgles happily just outside and across the way are thick trees. In front of you sits the shredded form of what must have been a small shelter, though it looks like it’s been here years. Around the cool cave, bones of animals are scattered around and you smell the fresh stink of wild dogs.

You try to move but find you’re incapable of doing so. You’re forced down on your knees, your arms tied behind your head to a post so that your elbows are even with the top of your head. It’s hard to say how long you’ve been here, though the sunlight outside suggests a couple of hours. Your arms hurt from being tied up, but you can’t work the binds loose.

You grunt as you try to escape from your bonds and out of the shelter walks Micah, who slides his big knife back into its sheath.

“Bout time you woke up,” he says with a slight snarl.

“You piece of shit, Micah. You sold us out.”

“I told you a long time ago, Y/N, I’m a survivor. Anyone who’s spent an inkling of time with Dutch can see he’s circling the drain. Now I hate the Pinkertons as much as the rest of you, but I ain’t so stupid as to go down with the ship.”

“You coulda just left!” you roar. “Dutch ain’t runnin’ a prison camp!”

“And be left with nothing but the fond memories I hold?” Micah sneers. “Nah, that ain’t good enough. I want money just as much as Dutch does, but there’s no way to get it with him no more. Hosea’s death broke him, I just managed to get into his head enough and then once the Pinkertons have what they want, I get what I want.”

“You fucking rat, Micah. We shoulda shot you months ago!”

Micah responds by punching you hard in the face and you feel your lip split. It doesn’t stop you from glaring up at him.

“Why couldn’t you have just minded your own business, hmm? It didn’t have to come down to this, you know. You coulda just stayed there, cuddled with Morgan like a good girl and lay in his bed while I take care of what needs to be done. But you just had to interfere. It’s a shame really.” Micah’s begun to pace around you and he kneels behind you so he can whisper in your ear. “Y’know, I always kinda liked you. Ya got fire in you that I have to admire. Mm, the things I wouldn’t have minded doing with you, but Morgan has you tied around his finger.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Micah. Even if I weren’t married, I’d slit your throat long before I let you put a finger on me.”

He chuckles and stands up, walking up in front of you again. “See? That’s what I like about you. You don’t take shit, you fight back. I can see why Morgan married ya. It doesn’t make it any easier for me to do what I have to though. Just remember this,” he bends down to look you in the eye again, ��your curiosity is what got you here. If it weren’t for your own actions, you wouldn’t be about to suffer like this.”

Before you can say anything, Micah takes a bandana and ties it around your head, stuffing a good portion of it into your mouth. Then, he takes out his knife again and he begins carving into your body, making you scream into the bandana. You try to resolve yourself to not give him the satisfaction of your pain, but you don’t last very long. Tears leak from your eyes as he moves from your arms down to your abdomen. Soon it all becomes too much and you black out again.

*********************************

Night falls and you’re brought sharply back to reality by cold water splashing your face. You gasp and blink, getting a sense of what’s going on. You’re still tied up to the post in the cave. You look down at your body and see that Micah must have stopped slicing you up when you passed out. He’s standing in front of you again, an empty bucket in hand.

“Had a good rest, hmm? Well, I figure you’ve had long enough. Now, I want to remind you that I hate doin’ this to ya, hate doin’ this to your pretty body,” he runs a finger down your from your neck to your navel, making you shiver. “But I know you too well. There’s nothin’ I can do to prevent you from tellin’ Dutch what you saw.”

He straightens up again. “Maybe we can come to an agreement. I’m gonna ask you a question and if I don’t like your answer, you get punished, deal?”

As if you can answer, you’re still gagged. You tell him the answer with your eyes, hoping he can hear you saying to go fuck himself. He smacks his lips a bit and pulls out his gun, counting the bullets. Then, he grabs your gag and pulls it out, letting it hang beneath your chin. You take in a deep breath, finally able to breathe properly.

Before you can do anything else, Micah points the gun at you. “Do you promise not to tell anyone what you saw me doin’ with the Pinkertons?” His voice is soft, threatening.

Despite your fear and knowledge that he will shoot you, you shake your head. “I’m gonna tell every man, woman and child I see,” you spit.

Micah sighs and pulls the trigger. The bullet slams into your thigh, making you cry out in pain. You grip the ropes binding your hands, wishing they would break. Micah pulls back the hammer again and points it at your other leg.

“Do you promise not to tell anyone what you saw me doin’ with the Pinkertons?”

“You can shoot me a thousand times, Micah,” you hiss with a small whimper, “and you can rip out my guts. My answer ain’t ever gonna be different.”

Micah pulls the trigger again, shooting your other thigh and making you scream out again, sobs wrenching out from between your teeth. He sighs and puts the gun away, knowing he can only shoot you so many times before you die. It’s the last thing he wants because, despite things he’s said in the past, Micah is truly scared of what Arthur would do if he killed you.

He stands for a few seconds in front of you, seeming to ponder something as you gasp from the pain. Your lip trembles as you try to swallow it and glare up at him. He stomps away suddenly, muttering something beneath his breath. This leaves you alone with nothing but your pain as company. There isn’t a place on your body that doesn’t hurt anymore. You can only hope that Arthur will soon grow suspicious and go looking for you, but even if he does, how will he find you? You don’t even know where you are.

Your thoughts begin to spiral from here, growing darker. Tears of both pain and fear leak from your eyes. Dread fills you at the thought that you’ll be left in Micah’s clutches until you finally die, whenever he lets you.

***************************

Luckily for you, Micah has left to return to camp. He has to make an appearance in order to not arouse suspicions. Unfortunately for him, this immediately sets Arthur on edge as he knew you were following Micah, yet you’re nowhere to be found.

“Micah,” Arthur says, walking up to him.

“What is it, cowpoke?”

“You seen Y/N anywhere? She left about the same time you did, but she ain’t come back.”

“You know how she is. Out for days on end, always coming back covered in mud and hauling in a mountain of skins. She's fine, Morgan.”

Arthur didn’t like the way Micah’s eyes darted around when he’d spoken of you, and he also noticed small specks of blood on Micah’s knuckles. Of course, Micah’s known for getting into fistfights even in the middle of nowhere, but Arthur doesn’t like how things are stacking up. He’s worried, but he decides to play it cool for a bit. Maybe you will be back shortly dripping in animal furs.

By the next afternoon though, Arthur is thoroughly worried. He’d gone out in the morning to look for you with no success. He found your horse by a cabin, but not you. All your weapons were on your horse as well, so where were you? By the cabin, he found your gunbelt. It wasn’t cut off, so for some reason, either you or someone else removed it. He packed it back up on your horse and went back to camp. Something about the whole thing felt off.

Micah’s been lingering around camp all day, trying to play things cool. He’d snuck out while Arthur was out looking for you in order to give you some food and water, not wanting you to die on him. He needed to keep you alive long enough until he figured out what to do about Arthur. You’d refused the food of course, telling Micah a plethora of things to do to himself.

The sun’s beginning to set and Arthur is growing desperate. He’s sitting in his tent when he hears Micah talking to Javier and Bill.

“If we’re not more careful, we’re gonna lose more folks like poor Hosea, Lenny and Sean. I have a nagging suspicion that things are only going to get worse, and that someone else is gonna disappear. After all, someone’s been doing things behind Dutch’s back. Look at Morgan, goin’ to the Indians while Du-”

He’s cut off suddenly by Arthur grabbing him by his collar and shaking him a little. “Where is she, you little shit?”

“Let go of me!”

“WHERE IS SHE?!”

Micah claws at Arthur’s hands. “Why the hell would I know? I ain’t seen your damn wife since yesterday!”

“Oh really? Because she followed you out of camp. Next thing I know, she’s nowhere to be found but her horse was abandoned by a cabin along with her gunbelt. Where the hell is she?!”

Dutch marches over and he and Bill grab Arthur and force him off of Micah.

“Arthur! What is going on here?” Dutch demands.

“My wife, Dutch! My wife is missing and this maggot knows where she is!”

“That’s a damn lie! I have no more idea where she is more than anyone else here! For all we know, she’s the one feeding information to the Pinkertons.”

“Really?” Sadie says, holding a repeater in her hands. “Because she told me that if anyone’s a rat, it’s you.”

“That’s exactly what someone who is double crossing us would say!” Micah says, smiling to everyone else. “The fingers are pointing at me because I’ve been here the shortest amount of time.”

“I’ve been here less time,” Charles says defiantly, “and I’m not being accused, nor is anyone else. Of course, I haven’t been the one sneaking off at odd times every few days.”

“You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Micah hisses. “For all we know, she’s talking to the law right now, telling them right where we are!”

Arthur bares his teeth, still being held back by Bill, but before he can say anything, Uncle steps forward. “That girl’s been here ten years, and she’s married to Arthur. Why would she sell out her own family?”

“Don’t ask me to try and make sense of the traitor’s mind, old man, there ain’t no logic in there. Dutch,” Micah turns to him, almost begging for him to side with him. “I reckon she’ll saunter in here later tonight. The moment she does, we should question her.”

Dutch is narrowing his eyes, thinking. Arthur grabs his attention.

“Dutch, why would she betray us? What does she have to gain from doin’ that?”

“Maybe a sackload of money, cowpoke. I reckon for the right price, she’d leave your bed,” Micah growls.

That does it and Arthur yanks himself free, launching himself onto Micah. “You son of a bitch! You slimy snake!” He starts punching and hitting Micah, but Charles, Bill and John have to work together to pull him off again. Micah spits out a gob of blood.

“He’s crazy, Dutch. See? I bet he’s in league with her!”

“Shut up, Micah!” John snarls. “If anyone’s got a price to betray us, it’s you! You were the one who put us onto the Blackwater heist, and them Pinkertons have been onto us since you got back from Guarma.”

“Why would I sell you out?” Micah snaps.

“Because you have the most to gain from us all dyin’,” Sadie snarls, pointing her repeater at Micah.

“Enough!” Dutch says. “Micah, do you or do you not know where Y/N is?”

“Of course not, Dutch. Last time I saw her was here in camp yesterday.”

“I saw you leaving camp early this morning,” Charles says. “Where’d you go?”

“I was scouting.”

“Again? But you did that yesterday,” John points out.

Dutch furrows his brow. “Micah, why would you be scouting? We’re not looking to leave here yet until we have more money. There’s still been no word on the army’s train to fix the bridge, so why are you scouting?”

“Because we will need to be leaving eventually, Dutch, why not learn the best route now?”

“Because there’s no point to it until we have a way out of here,” Dutch says. Micah can tell Dutch is starting to see through his lie.

“Look, I can prove to you I’m not the rat. I’ll go hunt Y/N now, once I find her I’ll bring her right back and you can all question her yourselves.”

Dutch sighs but nods once. “You have six hours, Micah. Find her, bring her straight back here.”

Arthur throws Bill, Charles and John off him. “I’m goin’ too.”

“I ain’t takin’ you, cowpoke.”

“I don’t wanna go with you, Micah!” Arthur roars. “But she’s my wife, I’m gonna go look for her!”

Before anyone else can say anything, Arthur mounts up. To his surprise, Charles and John mount up as well.

“We’re coming with you, Morgan,” John says. “We don’t know what kind of trouble she might be in.”

Arthur nods and they all set out. Micah heads in the other direction, opposite of where your cave lies in case someone tries to follow him again.

************************************

You stare at the tin mug of water Micah left behind. You’re desperately thirsty, but you’ve no way to get it and take a drink as you’re still tied up. The binds around your wrists are beginning to rub you raw and your legs are still bleeding, along with the many cuts across your body. You’ve never experienced this much pain in your life.

Outside, you can see the sun is setting again. You haven’t seen Micah since this morning, but you haven’t seen anyone else either. You tried screaming in order to get the attention of a potential passerby, but you screamed yourself hoarse before anyone heard you. What little hope you have left has long since left your body.

Micah marches into the cave, looking furious, his face purpling with bruises.

“Who beat you up, Micah? I wanna send them a thank-you note,” you spit, though your voice is raw.

“Was your good ol’ husband, but I got a little gift for him myself.” Micah slips his knife out. “Change of plans, girl. I was intending to keep you here a long time, but your damn husband is starting to suspect me. Man’s smarter than I give him credit for.”

Micah suddenly grabs your jaw and starts trying to reach in your mouth for your tongue. You thrash around and end up sinking your teeth into his finger, making him cry out. When he pulls out his finger, you see blood.

“Damn it!” he grunts. He wants to make sure you can’t talk, but you’re still putting up quite a fight. He can tell he has to wear you down even more. Putting his knife away, he gives you a disgusted look and then he begins pounding his fist into your face, arms and ribs. After a few moments, he tries wrestling your tongue out again, but you spit blood into his face.

“You little bitch!” he snarls and he pulls his knife out again. He plunges it into the very edge of your abdomen in a place he knows he won’t kill you, but it hurts like hell. You scream out in pain and he yanks the knife out, causing you to sob again.

“Do I have to skin you, bitch?” he growls, trying to wrestle you so he can take your tongue yet again. Still though, you try with all your might to fight him off, biting whatever part of his hand you can reach.

“You think I’m not willing to do the worst to you?” he says. He takes his knife and suddenly grips your face harder than he’s done before. He tilts your head back and holds the point of his knife above your left eye.

You’re just about to beg Micah not to when he suddenly shoots back and up. He flips over and lands with a loud thud, revealing Arthur.

“Get your hands off my wife, you sack of shit,” he growls. He takes one look at you and his face immediately goes from his terrifying scowl to a worried expression. He gestures for John to take his place on pinning Micah down and he comes over to you, slipping his knife out and cutting your bonds off.

“Arthur,” you groan.

“Shh, shh. I got ya, darlin’.”

The moment your arms are free, your body slinks down and he catches you. Once you’re in his arms, he shrugs his coat off and drapes it around you. “I got ya, I got ya.” He looks back at Charles and John. “Get that sack of shit tied up and out of here. I’ll take care of her.”

They nod and do just that. Arthur picks you up gently as he can and brings you outside of the cave and then lays you down on your back beside the river. You try to cry, feeling relieved and finally safe, but you can’t seem to produce any tears.

“Easy, sweetheart. That bastard did a number on you. Gonna get you cleaned up.”

“Arthur,” you whine again, just wanting him to hold you.

“Shh, shh, I know, darlin’, I know. I’ll be gentle as I can.” He unbuttons the bottom of your shirt so he can bandage the big cut, stating Grimshaw can stitch it up. He then inspects your legs. “Shit, bullets are still in there. Darlin’, I’m real sorry about this. But we gotta get you home like this, I can’t get ‘em out.”

You nod stiffly and he lifts you up easily, though painfully. He apologizes profusely, but somehow he manages to get you onto his horse. Although he tries to make the ride gentle, it’s incredibly painful. Each step the horse takes jerks your body. You bury the back of your head into Arthur’s chest, who is still apologizing.

After what feels like an eternity, you see Beaver Hollow come into view. Arthur pats your shoulder gently. “Told you I’d get ya home, sweetheart. You’re gonna be okay. Just hang on, okay? We’re gonna skin that bastard.”

The moment Arthur stops his horse, you slump almost lifeless against him. Dutch, Javier and the girls come running over.

“Y/N!” Dutch calls out. “Y/N, what happened?”

“I fucking told you, Dutch! We caught Micah doin’ his best to carve her up! Where is that little shit?”

“He’s tied up near the cave,” Grimshaw says, coming over to the horse. “Come on, let’s get her to bed.”

Javier and Dutch help lift you down, but it’s even more painful than the entire ride back to Beaver Hollow. You let out a cry of pain and they both apologize. Dutch tries picking you up bridal style, but Arthur pushes him out of the way and picks you up, which you prefer. You’ve been mistrustful of Dutch for some time now.

As Arthur carries you, you hear John talking to Micah. “We’re gonna kill you for what you done to her.”

You have a horrible suspicion that none of them know that Micah’s the traitor. “Arthur… Arthur stop. We can’t kill him.”

“What you talking about, darlin’? If anyone’s earned a bullet in their head, he has.”

“I’m not saying we won’t, but not yet,” you say between gritted teeth. “Just not yet.”

Arthur sighs and stops. “Let’s get you to bed first, then you can tell Dutch what you know.”

You don’t have the energy to tell him otherwise, so you let him take you to your tent and lay you down into the cot. Grimshaw comes over, barking orders at the other girls to get supplies to start patching you up. She tries pushing Arthur out, but he refuses to leave so she lets him. Just as she starts trying to get down to work, you stop her with what strength you have left.

“Dutch. Get Dutch,” you say.

Grimshaw rolls her eyes, but complies. Dutch comes over, looking worried.

“Micah…” you say. “Micah’s the rat, Dutch. I saw him talking to Milton. He told them about your plan for the bridge.”

“You say you saw this?” Dutch says. He looks at you hard for a moment. “I want to believe you, Y/N, but I have a problem: Micah says he saw you talking to Pinkertons.”

“Then why’d he torture her?” Arthur demands. “If he’s the innocent one, then why didn’t he bring her here for us to deal with her? Y/N told me last time she was in camp that she was gonna follow him. Next thing we know, she’s tied up in some cave with Micah trying to pull her eyes out.”

“Micah says he did that as payback for her betraying us.”

“The Pinkertons busted me,” you say. “They wanted me dead, but Micah knew… knew if I died, you’d kill him right away, Arthur. Knew his cover would be blown the moment my death was discovered. But he knew he needed to silence me. That’s why he shot my legs, Dutch. Was tryin’ to get me to promise to not say a word.”

“Dutch,” Arthur says, “if she’s the traitor, it wouldn’t make sense for her bein’ the one all tore up like this.”

“I say we do to him what he’s done to her,” Grimshaw snarls. You feel a surge of warmth towards her. Sure, she might have her flaws, but she’s always been protective of you and the other girls. “We’ll get him to talk if he’s the one lying.”

Dutch sighs, but then he nods. “Take him into the cave, get him tied up. Let Charles have at him for a while, then I’ll talk to him.”

With that settled, Grimshaw and the other girls get down to work. They start rooting around in your legs for the bullets, which is so painful that you pass out again, which Arthur is grateful for as he holds your hand. It breaks his heart to see you like this, but at least now you don’t have to be present for the pain.

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Two days have passed and you still haven’t woken. Arthur’s more worried about you than he’s ever been, and he’s more angry. He wanted to be the one to beat Micah senseless, but Dutch pleaded him not to. Dutch wasn’t entirely convinced you were the one telling the truth as Micah had spun his web very well. He figured the others should be the one to question Micah as Arthur was too involved.

Arthur has stayed by your side the entire time you were being worked on, and then long after the girls were done patching you up. Nothing has shaken his anger, but as he sits by your cot holding your hand, Sadie walks up to him.

“Bastard’s dead,” she growled. “He didn’t even get half the shit he did to her before spilling the beans. He’s been talkin’ to them Pinkertons sometime now, he was the one who told them about Saint Dennis.”

Arthur feels a further tightening in his gut. “So Hosea…”

“He’s the one who got Hosea killed, not Molly,” Sadie says, sitting down at the foot of your bed. “Dutch heard the whole thing. He’s the one who shot Micah.”

Arthur sighs, feeling conflicted. While he’s grateful that Micah’s dead, he’s livid that he was the one responsible for Hosea, Lenny and so much trouble.

“Stay strong, Arthur,” Sadie says. “Y/N needs you to be for her. There ain’t nothin’ you can do anyways. It’s over.”

“It ain’t over, Sadie. Dutch might know the truth now, but he’s still crazy. I doubt this will clear his head.”

“Maybe not. I guess all we can do is wait.”

A few more hours pass and the sun sets before you begin to stir. Pain comes slamming back into your body, making you whimper, but Arthur hasn’t moved. He clutches your hand the second he hears you and he begins comforting you.

When you’ve woken up a little more, he tells you everything that’s happened since your return. You feel a surge of relief, and maybe even a little pride that you took a far worse beating than Micah and didn’t break. However, due to the pain and even shock of what could have happened, you’re shaken.

Arthur must be able to see you trembling. Gently as he can, he shifts you so that he can sit right beside you and hold you against his chest. The warmth of his body is a welcome relief as you’re chilled, but it’s the sound of his heart that brings the best form of comfort. As he brushes your hair, you look up at him.

“Thank you for finding me, Arthur. You saved my life.”

He smiles and kisses your head. “Well, you’ve saved me plenty. I still owe you more.”

#rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #awkward asks

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cranehusbands · 4 years ago

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evening glow

Crypto | Park Tae Joon/Pathfinder; unrequited crushes; canon compliant; apex rarepair week; 1791 words

a/n: honestly writing so much makes me feel like i’ve been posessed by the ghost of productivity. and at this point im not even gonna complain. day 4 of rarepair week!

cryptfinder was like... my original crypto ship, all the way back in season 3. idk why it got me so bad.. it just makes me really soft, i love the “someone will die” “of fun!” dynamic they have, and how crypto is like soft for only one (1) person and thats his robot. its cute

day 4 of @apex-rarepairweek, jealousy, is right here! enjoy!

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Preview: Elliott was insecure, yes - he was the kind of man to trip over his own tongue and his whole thought would come crashing down with him - but he was intelligent, an efficient engineer and people person, an excellent businessman who knew what made people tick. He wasn’t a bad looking man either. He had a nice smile, the kind that lit up his whole face when it was genuine, the kind that made his eyes smile with him. And when he wasn’t wearing that god awful jumpsuit, he was almost attractive, well built and taken care of, putting a lot of effort into making Mirage as real as possible, though he was about as real as a gaudy, faux gold rip-off. But as Crypto watched the bar, where he was working pouring drinks, frantically guiding the much taller, clumsier robot, his eyes were not on Elliott.

With his coat pulled up to hide his face, and knuckles shaking from the grip on his glass, Crypto couldn’t tear his eyes away from the bar just in eyesight from his little corner seat even if he tried. They were supposed to be out here celebrating at the Paradise Lounge, with somewhat professional businessman Elliott kind enough to offer the champion squad free drinks (begrudgingly, to even him, which Crypto was incredibly smug about at the time, but almost thankful for now) after a great game that day. And sure, it was fantastic; a last-minute scan from Hack let them get the drop on the final squad, an EMP blast slowing them down just enough to catch them in the field of Anita’s Rolling Thunder barrage, while Pathfinder led the final assault and gunned the final guy down in his usual unnervingly cheerful way. He should have been happy about another win under his belt - it was enough to get people to stop asking questions about his skill, and sudden appearance in the games. But he wasn’t. He just kept staring at the bar.

Elliott wasn’t an idiot. He knew that, despite his own insistence. No, Mirage was an idiot, but Mirage also didn’t have anything to hide. Mirage was a one-note, total bumbling fool, who Crypto was sure would short-circuit if he thought about anyone but himself. But Elliott was not that. Elliott was insecure, yes - he was the kind of man to trip over his own tongue and his whole thought would come crashing down with him - but he was intelligent, an efficient engineer and people person, an excellent businessman who knew what made people tick. He wasn’t a bad looking man either. He had a nice smile, the kind that lit up his whole face when it was genuine, the kind that made his eyes smile with him. And when he wasn’t wearing that god awful jumpsuit, he was almost attractive, well built and taken care of, putting a lot of effort into making Mirage as real as possible, though he was about as real as a gaudy, faux gold rip-off. But as Crypto watched the bar, where he was working pouring drinks, frantically guiding the much taller, clumsier robot, his eyes were not on Elliott.

Now Pathfinder was an interesting case. A MRVN unit with slightly more awareness than the average one, though that was often misplaced. He was a lost soul, somehow finding his home in murder, where he made fast friends and fans alike, though that was never what he wanted. Still, he didn’t seem to mind, his demeanour never changing - he had that shrill ‘Hi, friends!’ drilled into the back of his head by now… but at least that was a hole to get all the fog out, when his own head was the worst place to be. He was almost thankful for it, in fact. He thought back to the game that day, the way Pathfinder looked over to him, the screen on his chest lit up with a warm, celebratory yellow, as he gave an excited wave, before his attention turned to Anita for a fistbump. He soon turned back, and offered Crypto the same, metallic fist… which he took, and returned the gesture, almost laughing at the way the robot seemed to rock back and forth in excitement. It was… cute, almost warm, not like his cold exterior… not like Crypto. Pathfinder was warm. Pathfinder was cute.

And Pathfinder was over there, sharing his warmth with everyone else.

Over the thumping bass of the music too loud to distinguish, he was almost sure he heard a gentle crack of glass, and even though he knew that he would never be strong enough to shatter it with one hand he still flinched with a start, checking his hand for any loose liquor that had spilt, before rubbing it against his coat. So maybe he was just a little jealous. Slightly. But was it because of the attention that the robot was receiving tonight, or was it because he could live so free, not bound by the bars of paranoia? It was absolutely insufferable. The hacker slowly held onto his glass again, taking a final drink and knocking his head back before placing it down quite harshly, enough to get a few heads to turn, before he shuffled out of the booth and stood to his feet, beginning to head towards the door.

“Hey, hey, Crypto, where you goin’?” From the bar, Elliott looked up, taking his eyes off of Pathfinder for the briefest of moments.

“Home. Thanks for the free drink, Witt.”

“At least stay for another one, c’mon. I’m teaching this bag of bolts how to- wait, Path, no! Ah, dammit- not on my pants, you stupid-”

“Sorry, friend, these glasses are so small in my hands it’s hard to see when it ends.” The robot placed the whiskey glass down on the bar, excess spilling onto the counter as Elliott tried to clean the rest of the alcohol off of his leg with the towel over his shoulder.

“It’s- OK, then don’t hold it, it’s fine.”

“But you-”

“I have tiny human hands! I can do that! You’re… clumsy, and that’s… it's fine.” He gently patted Pathfinder’s small face with a hand, before turning his attention back to Crypto, unable to see the way his fists were clenched in the pocket of his coat. “One more. On me? C’mon, new guy.”

He gritted his teeth. The bar was loud, too many people were here as it was, he had already pushed the limits of what he wanted from tonight. Crypto opened his mouth to say no again, but he caught Pathfinder’s eye, staring at him from just behind Elliott, glowing in his warmth and kindness. The hacker closed his eyes, and sighed, pulling up a stool and sitting down at the counter, ignoring the bartender’s successful fist pump only to himself. This wasn’t for his benefit, anyway.

After watching the trickster fumble a little more to try and help Pathfinder a little more, only resulting in more drinks spilling on himself and the floor, he was slid a hastily made glass of whiskey, before Elliott excused himself to go clean up in the bathroom - “keep the bar warm but don’t serve anyone, got it, Path?” he’d specifically instructed, to which Pathfinder seemed to ignore as he turned his attention to a couple of patrons trying to haggle drinks for free through flattery. It worked, bless his heart, as he managed to keep the pint glass steady under the nozzle, handing it to the woman who shot a flirty remark that flew right over his head.

He laughed from over his glass, taking a small drink, gagging at the aftertaste but doing his best to cover it by coughing and covering his hand with the side of a clenched fist, just as Pathfinder returned.

“Elliott knows so many great friends, I really like working here!”

“Ya, you… seem to fit right in.”

“Do you really think so?” He seemed to genuinely appreciate the comment, perking up a little bit. “Do you think I’d look nice in a bow tie and suit? Elliott has an image to maintain, after all - I wouldn’t want to ruin it for my very best friend.”

An image of tackiness and gaud, Crypto wanted to say, but he bit his tongue. “Do you even know how to tie one?”

“No!” The confirmation was said with such cheer that it almost made him smile a little. “Why, do you?”

He blinked. “...Ya.”

“Can you show me?” If the robot was anymore animated, he would have twinkles in his optic from his excitement.

Crypto looked away, practically burying his face into his coat. “I… maybe.”

“Promise?”

“...Mhm.”

Pathfinder was practically glowing again with excitement, clapping his hands together, enough for Crypto to glance back over and bask in the warmth for a moment.

His shoulders lost their tension, he physically relaxed, and as the robot rambled on, divulging way too much about himself and his goals, he found himself… interested, and intrigued, offering insight as a man who was looking for someone just as hard, hardly noticing as one by one people filtered out, the other Legends heading home until it was just the two of them, and Elliott, closing up the bar.

“You two good to get home?” He asked, twirling the keys to the Paradise lounge around his finger.

Crypto nodded, flinching a little as Pathfinder slapped a hand down on his shoulder.

“Crypto promised to share a taxi with me! I’m so excited!”

The trickster raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on his lips. “Oh yeah? Check you out, kid. Making friends. Wasn’t so hard to get that stick out of your ass, huh?”

“Ip dakchyeo.”

“Yeah, you too, buddy.”

The hacker zipped up his coat again and looked away, shoving his hands in his pockets and continued to wait at the door, for Elliott to usher the two of them out, and lock up, heading to his car and leaving the two of them, alone, in the glow of the streetlight and Pathfinder’s presence, as he quietly bounced in place.

“Are you not cold?” The robot asked, looking down.”

“Ah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm.”

Pathfinder blinked, before nodding to himself, taking off the warm scarf around his neck and tying it around Crypto’s, making the hacker flinch again.

“Wait, I said-”

“It’s OK, I don’t really need it.” He gently tied it, expertly creating a small bow from the side, where it practically drowned Crypto’s face. “It looks nice on you, friend!”

He swallowed, looking down at his feet, and mumbling a thank you, enough to satisfy the other legend to take his attention away. Once he did that, Crypto dared to bring up his hand, running his fingertips across the softest tartan he had felt in a long time, and the light smell of motor oil that lingered to the fabric.

The taxi soon arrived, and the two of them got in, Crypto silently cursing Elliott to himself for not offering them a ride. It certainly would have made things a little less awkward. Did he know too much? The look he gave him certainly seemed like a catch on. He wasn’t here to make friends. He knew he wasn’t. But the draw of some people, or robots, was almost too much for him to bear, it seemed, as Pathfinder talked his ear off for the entire journey, voice more like music than white noise as Crypto stared out of the window, assessing his thoughts in the night, the evening he realised that maybe, just maybe, he liked Pathfinder.

#apex legends #apex rarepair week #cryptfinder #crypto #pathfinder (apex legends)

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ratmonky · 5 years ago

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Wicked

Sorry, this is extremely self-indulgent. I just have a thing for villains with eyepatches.

Anyway, I just realized that both of my favorite villains from comedy/action animes have the same VA. So I’ll take this opportunity to make an awful joke. You thought it was Dio but it was I, Shinsuke!

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Warnings: dub-con, forced cheating (idk)

Word Count: 3.1K

The heavy metal door opened with a loud creak, turning all of the tall guard’s attention to the two expected guests.

“Welcome back, sir,” the guard’s attention almost faltered when he saw the feminine figure behind Takechi.

“Good evening.” Takechi’s large hand was wrapped around your arm, holding you tightly in place as he stared at the guard with his wide eyes. “Why don’t you greet the guard as well?”

You struggled with Takechi’s hold on your arm. “Let me go,” you hissed. “If my friends find out about this, they’ll kill you all!”

“That’s not a formal greeting.” Takeichi patted on your head, forcing you to bow your head, “She might be a little feisty but I think that’s because she’s drunk. She’s the leader’s VIP guest!” he spoke to the guard.

“We can’t treat the leader’s guests poorly. now, can we?” Takeichi added with an eerie smile on his lips. He decidedly ruffled your hair to annoy you.

“No, sir!” The guard opened the door to the ship.

Takeichi sighed. “I have work to do, I’ll leave her in your care. Make sure to take her to the leader.”

“What if she causes any trouble?” As suspected the guard was skeptical of the decision the leader had made.

God, had Takechi done all of this for nothing? He was out in the streets ever since the morning to take you here. Now he had to listen to some unimportant guard’s worries. He just wanted to get this over with.

“She’s a good girl,” Takechi promised as he combed your hair with his long fingers. “You just have to take her to the leader’s room.”

You turned your head to glare at Takechi. You didn’t know where you were or who they were but if there was one thing for sure, it was that Gintoki and Katsura would make these people regret kidnapping you. “You’ll pay for this, Gintoki will kill you if-”

“I’m a feminist yet I have my limits, miss. If I’d have to, I’d kill you without hesitation. It wouldn’t matter if you’re a VIP guest or not. Don’t make me do that,” Takechi squinted his eyes, threatening you in his own way for you to behave. “Now,” his hand on your head slides onto your shoulder to push you forward. “Let’s not make the leader wait any longer.”

You stumbled forward but the guard caught you before you could fall face forward onto the metal floor.

Taking advantage of this moment of vulnerability, you pulled the guard’s sword and pointed it at both men. You took a couple of steps back to put distance between you and them. “You have no idea who you’re messing with. I don’t care who your leader is or who you are. Take me back, now!”

“Unfortunately, I can’t disobey the leader’s orders,” Takesugi didn’t react to you obtaining a sword at all. He was oddly calm.

The guard on the other end seemed like he was about to faint.

“If you don’t want me to kill you and then your leader, you’ll take me back.”

Takechi sighed audibly, “There hasn’t been a man in the whole galaxy who could take on Takasugi Shinsuke,” he sounded merely irritated. “What makes you think you’re special?”

You looked at Takechi in horror, your hand holding the sword started to shake violently. The name Takasugi Shinsuke had struck a chord, you had heard of the name, many times. You teared up as your body started trembling in fear, you couldn’t even grasp the sword’s handle right because of the way your hands were shaking. The sword was heavier than any other sword you had held before or was it your limbs that were heavier?

You couldn’t stop trembling, your cheeks were wet from your tears. The image of Shinsuke that came up in your mind made your throat clench. The soba you had eaten for dinner with your boyfriend and his friends earlier almost made its way back into your mouth.

Fighting was futile, you knew that. You would never admit it out loud though. Ever since you had met the four Joui rebels for the first time during the war, you were afraid of Takasugi. But unlike your feelings of him, when you joined the group, Takasugi had grown fond of you almost too much.

Takasugi had trained you to be scared of him, his image and his name.

You were thrown back in time, there was this thick, bitter smell of blood lingering in the air and the fields were full of corpses. Your eyes widened as your breathing became erratic and uneven. The grip you had on the sword loosened, the loud metallic ‘clunk’ sound of the sword hitting on the floor echoed in the empty hallway of the ship.

“You’ll be fine,” Takechi took a step closer towards you and gently walked you to the guard. “As long as you listen to us that is.”

Takechi gestured towards the hall, “Don’t make anything difficult.”

The guard took his sword from the floor and put it back in its case before showing you the way. You couldn’t dare to speak but instead got lost within your own frantic thoughts as the guard walked you towards what you guessed was the monster’s inn.

No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t think of a way out of this ship. You didn’t have anything with you. Takechi had caught you off guard when you were returning home after a night of drinking with your old friends. Both Gintoki and Katsura had offered to walk you home but you had refused. You had thought it was better if they took care of the blindly drunk Sakamoto but now you regretted turning their offer down.

You barely reacted when the guard shoved you inside a room with no lights on. In the dark, you couldn’t see anything, there wasn’t a single light source.

The door closed audibly and you turned to the sound. “Hey!” you called out to the guard who took you here but the door was already closed., there wasn’t a handle on the door either. Or at least you couldn’t find one in the pitch dark of the room.

You punched at the door in frustration. “Let me out!”

A rustling sound coming from behind you made you flinch. He was here. You could tell by the smell. Your head was swimming within the scent of his cologne and smoke. You knew who this smell belonged to. He was clearly trying to taunt you in here, where you couldn’t escape. Typical Takasugi. Enjoying the fear he had threaded into your soul as always. Perhaps that was the reason why you were here. So he could have some sort of sick entertainment for himself.

“I’m not scared of you,” you called out, your voice trembled in fear, there was no way you could hide the pathetic tone in your voice.

“Oh, really?” came a voice right next to your ear.

The color drained from your face, your legs shook uncontrollably and you lost your balance, falling backward onto what you guessed was a bed.

Just how much power did he hold over you?

The familiar voice started laughing at your miserable attempt of showing bravery.

Your eyes had finally adjusted to the dark and the first thing you saw was the outline of him. He stood in front of you menacingly, facing your way, watching you with some sort of sick amusement.

“Why am I here?” You spoke in a softer tone, trying to get up from the bed to find something to fight him with.

“How long has it been?” He ignored everything you just had said, “We last saw each other when you decided to leave with Gintoki.”

It had been a long time since you had last seen Takasugi and honestly, you had hoped you would never have to see him again. You wanted to imagine this as a bad nightmare, before long you would wake up in Gintoki’s bed with a hangover, right?

You slowly made your way to the edge of the bed, your feet touched the ground. As you got up the floor creaked loudly. “You’re not the likable type to keep in contact with.”

“Ouch, that hurt,” Takasugi chuckled lowly and you heard a heavy click as he turned on the lamp on his nightstand.

The small light coming from the lamp was enough to illuminate the entire room. You finally got a good look at the room. It was clean and neat. Everything was in place, although there weren’t that many things in the room to start with. There was a bed, a nightstand, and a desk.

He stood leaning onto the desk, where he possibly sat and spent his time planning his new terror attacks. The desk was covered with folders, he had a library full of books next to it and his walls above the desk were decorated with the newspaper cut-outs of your friends.

The pictures of all of you together looked haunting. You couldn’t remember why you were smiling in every single one of them. Maybe it was what people called smiling through the pain.

Your eyes landed on the tall figure, lighting his pipe.

There he was, Takasugi Shinsuke.

He inhaled the smoke through his pipe, his eye was on you, watching you intently.

“Why am I here, Shinsuke?” you spoke clearly, hiding your hands that were shaking violently behind your back.

“You look pretty,” his eye landed on your face and then to your body. “Have you been eaten well?”

“Shinsuke, please,” you pleaded, ah, his name on your lips sounded like a prayer.

Takasugi pulled the chair from his desk and sat on it. He moved sluggishly slowly, he took another drag of smoke from his pipe before talking. “I need to get patched up.”

He unfastened his kimono just enough to give you a glimpse of the small cut on his chest.

Your lower lip started trembling. He had to be fucking with you. All of this, the trouble his men went through to kidnap you and the time he wasted… all of it just because of a small cut on his chest?

He didn’t need to be patched up, he was mocking you. He didn’t need a reason to have you here.

“Please let me go home,” you sobbed. You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded anymore, you would do anything to go back to home. “I need to go back to Gintoki.”

“There’s a first aid kit under the bed.” Takasugi exhaled the smoke with an evil grin on his face.

“Shinsuke, listen to me-”

“Don’t make me wait, you know how impatient I am.”

“You have to let me go,” you begged him in tears. “I don’t want any of us to fight anymore.”

“Are you disobeying me?” He didn’t miss a single tone, he put his pipe away before he got up from his chair and took a step forward. “Do you really want to take that chance?”

You took a step back, mirroring his actions.

“You’ve always been so stubborn.” he started walking towards you, forcing you to walk backward. And you did. You took a couple of steps back until you stumbled over the bed and fell backward.

A yelp left your lips as you fell on the mattress, laying on your back. You tried to lift yourself off of the bed but Takasugi climbed on top of you. “If it were Gintoki, you’d be helping him without hesitation, right?”

You noticed his gaze on your bare legs sticking out from your kimono. With a desperate attempt, you tried to cover them.

That made Takasugi chuckle, “Aren’t you a little too shy?” His hand landed on your inner thigh, caressing the soft flesh before kneading it gently. You flinched when Takasugi ran his fingers up your thigh. His other hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him in the eye, his smoldering eye wandered over your cute eyes before stopping on your lips. “Or… are you scared?”

Takasugi smirked as his hand went further under your kimono, out of shock you closed shut your thighs but fingers were already brushing against your panties. “But this girl’s excited,” he scoffed as he cupped your pussy.

You softly gasped, your cheeks flushed bright pink. “Stop it.”

Your words made his lips curl upwards. “Or what?”

“Gintoki will kill you,” you gritted your teeth.

“Ah, really?” His hand cupping your chin went to grab a chunk of your hair tightly to forcefully tilt your head. “But I don’t think I can stop.” He buried his face to the crook of your neck, making you tremble as he inhaled your scent and exhaled his hot breath on your pulse. “Not when I finally have you here, alone .”

“Please,” You tensed under him but he didn't seem to notice. “Gintoki-.”

“You shouldn’t call out some other man’s name when you’re with me,” Takasugi’s lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck.

Tears started running down your cheeks right away. When you loudly sobbed, he pulled his face away from your neck and his half-lidded, hazy stare found you. He brushed your hair back from your face, tucking it slowly behind your ear. “I like seeing this terrified look on you, it suits you very well,” he purred, wiping your tears with his knuckles.

Pausing for a second, he looked at you with a bored expression. “Don’t cry now,” swiping his thumb across your lower lip, he pressed it on the corner of your lip and gently pulled it down to slightly part your lips. Then he lowered himself over your face, pressing his chest against yours until his lips met yours.

His hand between your legs crept inside your panties. Takasugi ran his finger between your folds and smiled against your lips because of how wet you were. His growing erection between your bodies poked your stomach as he shamelessly ground you into the bed. You gasped softly into his mouth, your hands weakly pushing at his chest.

He moaned encouragingly to get you to kiss him back and started using his entire arm to finger your twitching cunt.

The pleasure made your head spin. You couldn’t focus on anything, you hardly noticed how he had slid out of his kimono and his free hand that was stroking his cock.

He decidedly pulled away from the kiss and with using a single hand, he put you on his lap, his fingers left your pussy to rub on your clit with his thumb instead. “Do you want me to stop?” he took a staggered breath.

“Yes,” you stammered yet your body said the opposite. Your hips rolled forward each time he pressed his thumb firmly over your clit.

“Really?” he raised a brow, squinting his eye as he rubbed tight circles over your clit.

You couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed it. Not when your juices were leaking out from your pussy, soaking your thighs and his kimono, exposing your arousal of the situation.

Nobody knew you were here. You didn’t need to act tough anymore. You had nothing to prove to anyone in this room. Takasugi knew you better than any of your friends, even better than your own boyfriend. Takasugi knew what made you feel happy, scared, sad and what made you feel amazingly good.

“I’ve missed you.” Takasugi’s words left you petrified. The walls you had built over the years came tumbling down one by one. All of that mental sanity you thought you had built up dropped.

“Do you want me to continue?” he rephrased it.

“Shinsuke,” you softly sighed, nodding sheepishly.

Takasugi smirked at your reaction. Then he pulled at the tender skin of your folds just enough to expose your soaking wet entrance to his hungry eye. His other hand held your hand tightly and guided it onto his cock.

When your hand wrapped around his cock, he let out a breathy laugh. Takasugi leaned forward to take your tit peeking out from your kimono in his mouth and his hands went to fiddle with the ribbon of your kimono. Once he managed to unfasten the ribbon completely, his hands slid up your body, taking your kimono with them. You took your hand away from his cock only momentarily to help Takasugi and shrugged your clothing off your shoulders.

As you were about to rewrap your hands around his cock, Takasugi abruptly lifted you up and slammed you down onto his cock.

You let out a whimper, your lips parted and moaned his name in need.

He had already pushed himself balls deep into you, filling you up to the brim so perfectly. He gritted his teeth as your walls pulsated around his cock, and roughly thrust inside. He grabbed you by your sides, his nails digging into your skin as he mercilessly began pounding in your pussy.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers twirled around his long straight hair, moaning quietly into his neck each time he hit a sensitive spot. Takasugi’s thrusts became stronger and more animalistic each time you screamed or whimpered.

“Needy,” Takasugi said, continuing to mercilessly thrust into your pussy, “aren’t we?”

Your eyes rolled back to the back of your head, completely lost in the sweet ecstasy of his cock stretching you out. The squelching sounds coming from your pussy were louder than the sound of the running engine of the ship.

“Shinsuke,” you breathed his name in between your sweet moans of pleasure, “more.” Your hips were moving to meet his rough thrusts, begging for him to give you more.

Takasugi slammed into you with an amazing force, tearing a silent scream out of you. He started to fuck you frantically almost immediately. His hand went to rub tight circles around your sensitive spot.

You began shaking, your legs nearly gave up from under you but you managed to slam yourself onto his cock a couple more times before your walls clenched around him.

He let out a low hiss as your walls tightened around his cock and pushed inside of you for the last time, spilling his entire load inside your unprotected fertile cunt with a loud moan.

You didn’t dare to speak once Takasugi pulled out of you, it was still hard to grasp the reality of the situation for you. You two hadn’t spoken for over many years and the first thing you did was to cheat on your boyfriend with him.

Gintoki would be so disappointed. Not at you but at himself, for not walking you home. He would blame himself for this and this would add fuel to the slight hatred he had for Takasugi. Though none of it even mattered anymore.

You were far too tired to care.

Closing your eyes, you wished to wake up in between your boyfriend’s arms when you opened them the next time.

But Takasugi wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime sooner.

#dub-con

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fromzerotoeuphoria · 4 years ago

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me watching Free! Eternal Summer

(reposted from original blog, July 22, 2020)

An incoherent and unorganized scribbling of my thoughts while watching Free! Eternal Summer before I really came to grips with how in love I am with RIN MATSUOKA this anime. (so plz excuse how haphazard and unorganized this is, I wasn't really planning on journaling this but found myself doing it anyway)

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Free! Eternal Summer ☼

7/16/20, 2:39AM

Okay okay okay I know I should be sleeping because we're driving to the beach in the morning but I really wanted to check out the first episode of Free! Season 2 and OMG sooooo the intro theme song showed this new guy who seems to be on Rin's team and, ahem... He's rather very good looking 👀 Best looking boy so far, and that's saying something because you got Haru and Rin and even lowkey Rin's ex-team captain so...yeah. Welp I'm looking forward to this season 😁

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7/22/20, 2:11AM

So I believe I've watched up to Episode 4 now, and I know I haven't been commenting recently but sometimes I just wanna watch without any journaling interruption :P But okay so far OMG, so Rin's friend Sousuke (the big tall buff good-looking guy) is kind of a jerk, I mean I get that he was friends with Rin first back in elementary and ngl, I'd feel slighted too of my old best friend abandoned me for some new kids. But he doesn't have to be such a...jerk about it.

AND HE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE ALL POSSESSIVE EITHER 👀 👀 👀 👀

Hahahahaha yeaaahhh, so there's legit like this friend-triangle going on where Sousuke is acting all possessive over Rin and then there's Haru who's just happy to have his Rin back in his life and there's Rin who's just the It boy it seems who cares for both friends and is totally oblivious to the battle going on over him 😏😆 And am I loving it?? Absolutely yes.

I just...ugh I just love the dynamic between Rin and Haru, and though high-school Rin isn't my favorite anime character, elementary-school Rin IS and idk why but I love the idea of everyone loving and wanting him and just ugh I love that aloof, expressionless Haru gets all emo over Rin like Rin is his bestest friend without him actually ever being his bestest friend, like Haru secretly admired Rin so much and was inspired by him and came to love him though Haru, being the non-emotional-don't-show-feelings guy and kid he is, never indicated how he felt about Rin and UGHHH the feels in this show are too much.

Elementary school-Rin literally is one of my most favorite characters ever in anime, I love him so much; he's like a shining light to the world.

Anyways, gonna check out the next ep! (aaaaand I'm actually really exhausted and have to run errands tomorrow, so maybe I'll just be going to sleep, idk :P)

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Episode 6

OMG...is Makoto starting to question whether he's Haru's best friend anymore in comparison to Rin???!?! I'm like sad but also like eeeeeeek because I literally love RinHaru so much but I also love Makoto and don't want him to be sad :(((( He hinted at it when Nagisa asked him why he competed against Haru, and Mako said that he just wanted to try a serious race against Haru...but then, while watching Rin and Haru standing next to each other chatting after their race, with wistful eyes added, "I’m not sure. Was I jealous of Rin?" ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

And then Sousuke had a similar look in his eyes when Rin was talking about Haru beating him in their race. Methinks these friends are feeling like Haru and Rin have this special bond/connection with each other, and like they're being left out in a way.

Idk, this is just my initial impression without thinking too deeply into it.

Welp onto ep7!

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7/22/20, 6:03 AM

I FINISHED SEASON 2 😭💙🌊

I have some things to say but I'm too tired and wanna figure out what the heck season 3 is all about (and my eyes are about to fall out of my head because yet again, I pretty much binged the entire season yet again 😵💀💤)

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7/22/2020, 1:40PM

IN SUMMARY...

Okay, so let me talk a little bit about Season 2.

So yeah, I enjoyed it, and I absolutely LOVE my bois so much <333, but I'll admit, it wasn't as emotionally intense as Season 1. Yeah, Haru had a couple of meltdowns with his whole "I don't know what I want to do in the future so stop trying to force me to choose a dream" personal drama, but outside of that there wasn't too much interpersonal drama, not like in Season 1 :( And honestly, that’s what sucked me into this anime, as I was livinggg for all the emo drama between Haru and Rin lol.

But it felt like this season lacked in that department. Of course, it makes sense since Rin has already reconciled with the others, but I guess I expected to see more of elementary-school Rin in high-school Rin, but there were only hints of little Rin in older Rin :/ Still love Rin ofc (my boyyyy) but he wasn't as charismatic, as outgoing and idealistic and happy and shining as his elementary-school self :( And I guess I was expecting that, so maybe in a way I set my own self up.

But back to the RinHaru lack, like don't get me wrong there was a ton of RinHaru-ness (I mean, Australia) but it wasn't as emo and intense as last season's. I wanted Rin and Haru to spend more time together, to see more of that need they had for each other that they had in Season 1. But it just…lacked. And not gonna lie, I'm sad about it :( I want Haru to need Rin and Rin to need Haru, and yeah we already know they do, but I want them to show it. I want HARU to show it.

(I want to indulge in my feels some more lol.)

And now that they're in totally different countries in Season 3, my RinHaru heart is so frustrated, like there better be some texting/skype calls/letter writing/something between these two because y’all can’t just give us all that emo angsty “YOU WILL SWIM FOR ME” “I WANT TO SWIM WITH YOU” “I KNOW WHO I SWIM FOR” “LET ME SHOW YOU A SIGHT YOU’VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE” drama and then separate the two after you spent an entire season telling us how much they need each other like, come on KyoAni! You’re killing me here!

I wonder if this means we won’t be getting much RinHaru in season 3?? Rin is in Australia while Haru is going to college in Tokyo (as well as Makoto, so happy for you babe!). If Rin is the one who lights a fire in Haru when swimming and vice versa...how're they supposed to do that 4k+ miles away from each other? I’m hoping KyoAni’s got something up their sleeve because RinHaru was the very reason I fell for this anime, please don’t deprive me now!

Season 3 also has some old-but-new characters come in: Haru and Makoto’s old middle school swim teammates. And apparently there will be drama there, while some new character comes into Rin's life and there's a story there, too. Not to be such a fangirl, but…I don't want them only interacting with new characters and then having separate stories from each other; call me greedy (because when it comes to RinHaru, I totally am, no shame) but I want RinHaru, not Rin in his own world and Haru in his.

Anyways, I'm going to watch the OVAs and then the middle school movie before starting Season 3. Maybe those "new" characters in Season 3 will be in the middle school movie, and then we'll get some story set up for Season 3. Also, I think it's absolutely hilarifreakinous that at the beginning of all this I literally was like, “Meh, gonna check this anime out, don't expect to fall for these characters like I did with Haikyuu*" and yet here I am with elementary-school Rin as my best boi after Levi and my first ever anime ship ahahahaha funny how the cookie crumbles 🙂

*note: I still love Haikyuu more overall, for I fell hard for the entire friggin volleyball team, not just two three characters (Gou is best girl, Gou >>>> Haikyuu girls), but I definitely feel more emo towards Rin and RinHaru and I really like Gou. I don't think I'd even really consider Free! one my top animes in regards to overall story 'cause it's honestly not all that remarkable, but the characters; I just love and little Rin is definitely one of my favorite anime characters ever, GAH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭 edit 8/20/20 - pfftskdjkkklds wow how naive I was lollllll (I still love Karasuno OFC, but as of now I've been more emotionally involved by and absolutely obsessed with RinHaru than I have with Karasuno, but it doesn't necessarily mean I love one over the other. They're both the loml <3)

#free!#free! iwatobi swim club #free! eternal summer #me watching anime #me watching free!#rinharu #harurin #rinharuralia

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angrylilfic · 5 years ago

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On the Wild Side part 4

Hi! Idk if anyone still cares but I really love this series and I wanna see it through to the end. Without further adieu, I give you chapter 4!

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“You need to tell me what’s going on, we’re all worried about her!”

“Do not let your emotions cloud your judgment Jason, Trini is -”

“Bullshit! Tell us what’s happening to Trini!”

She could feel herself being carried across the ship, no doubt to the makeshift infirmary. Trini was drifting in and out of consciousness. She could hear everything, but her body felt like stone. She could feel a warm hand stroking her cheek and another one holding her hand.

“Shit. What happened?” She choked out, as she opened her eyes, her head felt like it was on fire.

Kimberly placed a hand on her back, holding her up, “Hey, slow down, you passed out after the battle.”

Trini looked at her family, Billy was checking the monitors, making sure her vitals were okay, Zack was still holding her hand and looking at her with worry, Kimberly leaned over her, holding her body up.

“Where’s Jason?” She asked.

Kimberly looked at the boys, silently having a conversation.

“He’s asking Zordon about-”

“He’s asking him about your new powers! Dude how long have you been able to do that?” Zack said excitedly.

Trini rubbed at her face tiredly, “It’s something new. I don’t know myself. What time is it?”

“Almost midnight, we told our parents we were having a sleepover.” Billy said.

Jason stormed into the room, the anger coming off him in waves. His look softened when he saw Trini was awake. He walked over to where Trini was sitting up, gently stroking her head.

“How are you feeling Tiny?”

“Jason what did Zordon say? What’s going on with me?”

Jason sighed, “You know how he is, he wouldn’t tell me anything.”

“Shit, great. Maybe Alpha knows something?” Trini said, slowly getting up.

“I doubt it, Zordon probably told him not to tell us anything.” Jason scoffed.

Trini got up off the bed, her hands and head throbbing with pain. She felt her eyes burn and water. Trini stumbled a bit.

“Hey, slow down. Are you okay?” Zack said, catching her from falling.

Zack’s eyes grew as big as saucers as he looked at Trini.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Zack pulled his phone out, flipping it around to show Trini. She gasped as she looked at her reflection. Her pupils were dilated and shining bright yellow. Trini looked down at her hands.

“What the fuck is happening to me?” she cried as she saw. Her fingernails were grown out into claws and patches of fur stuck out from her shirt.

The boys and Kim looked around at each other, worried expressions mirrored. Trini took a deep breath and opened her eyes, they opened to her regular brown shade.

“We’re taking you to Zordon. I don’t care what he says, I’m tired of not knowing anything .” Jason said confidently.

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“Trini! Glad to see you aw-.” Alpha started.

“Zordon!” Trini yelled, “Enough games, we want answers!”

His face appeared on the screen, worry set in his features.

“I already told Jason. It is not-”

“Bullshit! Just be honest with us. What’s happening? And why can’t they do what I can?”

The old ranger sighed, he knew when he was beat.

“Very well, it began with your Earth’s first ranger team. Thousands of years ago, the first earth team arrived on Earth. The Zords took the shape of your strongest animals, but to do that your team had to infuse their DNA with those of the Zords. Their bodies took on qualities of the animals.”

“Okay but why is Trini the only one who’s got those powers then?” Zack asked.

“Because Trini is your alpha.” Zordon replied.

The team gave each other confused looks. Zordon sighed and continued.

“The red ranger is not always the leader. The first team was led by its yellow ranger. The dynamic you all have built is completely of your own free will yes, but Trini’s powers come from the fact that she is your team's alpha ranger. Her powers enable her certain control over you all.”

“Okay but what does that mean for me? Why is my body freaking out?” Trini said, trying to wrap her head around all this information.

“It means Trini, that your inner alpha is ready to emerge. You will feel the need to protect those you love, as well as inherit cat-like abilities. Your alpha is an extension of you, the spirit of the sabertooth lives within you as both a separate and twin energy. You have already experienced some of your new powers, but there are more.”

“Your claws are an asset to you. You can protract and retract them, they only exist on your suit even though your fingernails may sharpen. Your alpha roar is extremely powerful and can be used as a shield. Most importantly is your alpha gaze.”

“My what?” Trini asked, bewildered.

“The gaze. When an alpha and an opponent lock stares, you may push them into submission. Additionally, it can be used to hypnotize others. All your abilities can be trained so you can control them at will.”

“The ranger that is the alpha will inherit the powers of their zord first. This means Trini’s Zord is also the alpha zord and has the strongest will of them all. In time, the rest of you may also start to show advanced powers.”

Trini let out a breath of air she didn’t know she was holding.

“But why wouldn’t you want us to know this? It would’ve been helpful?” Jason said, crossing his arms.

Zordon let out a heavy sigh, “I thought I’d have more time before your animal powers showed. Approximately 150 years ago, there was another team before yours. Their alpha ranger attempted to completely destroy her team using her alpha powers. Her team barely defeated her, and I feared that without the proper training, one of you might share the same fate. Astronema almost destroyed the earth.”

“ASTRONEMA?” the team collectively exclaimed.

“Yes? Have you encountered her?”

“Zordon, that’s literally the name of the new mayor. How could she be alive after a hundred and fifty years?” Kim said.

Zordon pondered a moment, like he wanted to say something.

“You should all get some rest, we’ll begin training your new powers soon.”

“But what ab-”

“Enough! Tomorrow we will train.” Zordon cut Trini off.

His face retreated into the wall and the command room went silent.

Trini stormed out of the ship. Her breathing became shallow. A pair of arms wrapped around her middle in an instant.

“Hey. It’s okay, c’mon the boys wanna go hangout. You wanna go? Or you wanna go home?” Kimberly asked softly.

Trini shook her head, “Nah, the last place I wanna be is home.”

Kimberly nodded, the boys had already gone up to wait for them. Trini slipped her hand into Kimberly’s, somehow the feeling calmed her.

“You guys wanna go to the camp?” Jason asked.

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They made their way to the spot on the side of the mountain where they stashed their stuff in the old train car. Everyone set up their tents, Billy and Zack started the fire.

Jason was cooking some beans over the fire, everyone eerily quiet.

“Okay, maybe we should talk then?”

He looked around at the team, his family.

“Look I don’t know what the whole alpha thing is gonna mean, but we’re still us guys. We’ll work it out.” He said, gripping Trini’s knee comfortingly.

“I know man, it’s just- I don’t know. If what he said is true, that means our whole dynamic is gonna change. What if he’s right and I’m gonna turn into another Astronema?” Trini sighed.

“Hey, don’t say that. We know exactly who you are Trin. We’ll be okay.” Kimberly stroked her hair.

Trini looked up at the sky, letting their words roll over her.

"Guys I have to tell you something." Billy said, wringing his hands.

“While Trini was passed out, I went to the lab to analyze this sample I got off Trini’s suit. I took apart the nanobots and they had parts that were bought in bulk by city hall after the attack with Rita.”

“How’d you know city hall has anything to do with the bot monsters?” Zack said, taking a swig of his beer.

“I didn’t at first, but then I took a closer look and noticed that the transmitter was custom, not factory made and the only place that sells that specific copper Alloy wire is a store downtown.”

“Yeah you lost me buddy.” Kimberly shrugged.

“Let me finish. Okay so I looked through the digital receipts of the store from the last couple months and looked for anyone who bought that in bulk and turns out, Mayor Astronema’s assistant was the one who bought it.”

“Holy shit. Billy you’re a genius!” Jason exclaimed.

“Even so, why would she build nanobots and start kidnapping kids?”

The team was stumped.

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Later that night, when Kimberly was curled up in her arms Trini felt her alpha stir. Her mind was alert and she felt through her mind for the source. In her mind she could vaguely make out another pair of yellow eyes. They were piercing and cold. A smooth, eerie voice whispered to her.

“I’m coming for you kitty.”

Then the connection was lost.

#on the wild side #trimberly fic #power rangers 2017 fic #power rangers 2017 #trimberly

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moonraisedsunchild · 4 years ago

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Do you have a My Hero academia OC? Also have I been an blind idout this whole time and your name is Deku???

Short answer: Yes!

Long answer: fuck yes, i have so many! How much time do you have?

I have a draft on here of just ideas. Not all my ideas panned out or haven't been fleshed out though (some were just a scenario i daydreamed about which i didn't add) and quite a few involve transfer students or something like that. I have like 3 oc ideas for like next gen ocs, i won't put them here though, (one is an Ot3 child, one is a midotsuyu child, and one is a shinsocha just cause i planned the quirk first and uraraka fit best)

Example:

I have one that is essentially if an oc of Fma/fmab was sent through the gate/portal thing similar to in the '03 anime tied with something sorta similar to @nightstorms-universes 's Blair. Like they were sent through the gate before the big battle thing and ended up being born in another universe but still retaining their memories of fma verse. (I am totally leaving out so many details lmao) so they have a mha verse which they have a magic quirk alongside the alchemy from fma, they have a Hp verse, and literally any other fandom i want. Idk how they change universes yet though death is one option or maybe truth pulls them through another portal when they have "learned" something.

I have an oc that is Deku's twin which i named Midoriya "Haruto" Haruo. She was a late bloomer in the quirk department as her quirk didn't manifest until Izuku received OFA. Her quirk is a stronger version of their mother's quirk.I had it where she received a scar on her face from Bakugou when she got between him and Izuku. I paired her with Todoroki.

I have one that is a Todoroki twin oc. Her name is Todoroki Atsuko and there are two Versions of her storyline.

Raised by Endeavor storyline: Grew up alongside her twin, has similar abilities to him except she can change the properties to her flames which allows them to heal instead of harm. She learned this by accidentally healing herself and Shouto a bit not long after their mother scarred them. It wasn't completely healed but it is a lot less bright or noticable. Unlike her Twin, She was not trained by Endeavor or given a recommendation into UA. Shouto helped her a lot with training and was a better and kinder teacher. She took the same entrance exam thing as Deku but was in the same group as Kirishima. I am not 100% on a ship but either Deku, Kirishima, or (if he isn't Touya) Dabi.

Raised by Dabi (who is Touya) storyline: Endeavor basically disowned her when she is still really small because he thought she was quirkless (Touya hasn't disappeared yet). Touya was the one that she had first reached out to as a baby and had gripped his finger. He had taught her to walk, talk, and ride a bike. He had seen her use her quirk (if she has one in this version). If she has a quirk it would be the same as the RbE storyline, Dabi is less scarred though potentially he still would smell like burnt flesh (if that is what he smells like lmao). When Touya becomes Dabi, Atsuko becomes Rin. Probably at least starts as a Villian Au. Maybe she goes undercover in UA and she is the traitor. She is close to Toga. Would probably be shipped with Deku or maybe Kirishima or Denki? There is definitely potential for them to change her side, both for the LI and for her twin. Dabi likely didn't let her know everything just as a precaution since he would know her really well.

More recently i have been playing the beginning idea that gave me Atsuko until the idea of a character with a phoenix quirk hit me (ngl i have had many daydreams involving a phoenix quirk but this one panned out best into an oc). I ship her with Fatgum who is her boyfriend at least. She isn't a hero as she was always verbally shot down by people saying her quirk was not offensive enough to be a hero quirk (or something like that) but idk what job she would have. I ended up daydreaming that she ended up basically strong arming her way into helping Endeavor's kids after his wife was not there so that Fuyumi wouldn't have to act as a mother to her brothers. So fatgum and the oc become like aunt and uncle figures to the kids. Once all might gets injured, the oc kinda pulls him and sir nighteye into the folds. Once they start getting sidekicks; like Tamaki and mirio and kirishima and deku, the oc just adores them all and acts motherly/auntly(?) Toward them. (I currently love this one the best but i need to plan it better *screams*)

I have a quirkless oc with two potential versions. In both, the OC was born in America (i am projecting so :P) and moved to Japan with their father.

Transfer student version: Moved to Japan when her father got a job offer just before she went into High school, the job offered her the chance to apply at UA which she took despite being quirkless, which was another reason she moved as her mom was very much against her ambition to be a quirkless hero, as well as have a translation device in order to help her communicate until she became able to communicate in Japanese by herself. Her dad was a bit worried about that but he went out of his way to give her training she might need from Karate and first aid classes as a child, self defense and boxing classes in middle school, and he taught her to fight with polearms himself. He always encouraged her to figure out ways to counter the quirks of people she met or saw in the media and she became really good at it. She gets into class 1A because she never planned on fighting the robots, she always planned on saving people and because that was her plan she succeeded. Not everyone is happy about it and she almost was last in Aizawa's test thing on the first day but she just barely beat Izuku. She isn't really tactical but she is good at thinking on her feet and taking the option that makes the most sense to her, it often is not the simplest or most logical but somehow works out for her. I ship this version with Shinsou.

Childhood friend version: around the time she learned she was quirkless as a small child, Her dad got a job offer that woyld take him to live in Japan. with little convincing towards her mother aside from not revealing his plan, She was allowed to go with him. He hoped that in Japan, She might be able to accomplish her goal of being a hero despite lacking a quirk. She befriends Izuku on her very first day and often lands in fights with Bakugou which leaves her with a lot of scars but none are very noticable unless looking for them. She ends up either in the general studies or maybe support class? I ship this version with Deku.

That is all i got off the top of my head. Though like i said, i only put the ones that actually panned out into an oc. I have had so many ideas that just stayed as self inserty daydreams that i didn't flesh out or write down and ngl so many of them were shipping with Deku cause i am a huge dork. I did have a few with like Tamaki, Hawks, Kirishima, and Toga too haha.

Just in case @melyaliz / @insideoflit (don't want you to miss it haha)

#my ocs #cory babbles #mha ocs #bnha ocs #replies

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