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whitedarkmoonflower · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

The White Lotus - Valentin

Sweet revenge SMUT 18+ (Valentin x fem!reader) – sub/dom vibes, slight degradation, oral m receiving, fingering, p in v. Your marriage is a farce, your husband ignores you, and you are fed up with this mundane existance of being simply unseen until a certain sexy health mentor notices you

Need a ride? SMUT 18+ (Valentin x fem!reader) – Plot? Never heard of it. Pure SMUT. Sex in public, Valentin giving quite some Dom vibes, fingering, oral, p in v. Your tire is mysteriously gotten flat and you have no other choice as to accept the offer of a ride home from Valentin - the insanely sexy health mentor at The White Lotus luxury resort.

The Last Kingdom - Sihtric

Top 3 most read:

Indelicate proposal SMUT 18+ (canon!Sihtric x fem!reader) – an unexpected proposal leads to more unexpected actions as you discover the surprisingly soft core of the young warrior seeking your attention

Little Seer SMUT 18+ (canon!Sihtric x fem!reader x Finan) – as if being Skade's sister wasn't challenge enough, reader is faced with an impossible choice between two warriors, competing over her heart

Saved Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 SMUT 18+ (canon!Sihtric x fem!reader) – Reader is Uhtred’s sister and a skilled healer. She travels with her brother’s men and after the unsuccessful attempt on Uhtred’s life gets curious about the young prisoner, the sole Dane from the group of assailants that is left alive

The last posted:

Where the Silence Ends – fluff, smut 18+, angst, heartbreak (canon!Sihtric x fem!reader) driven by jealousy and fear of not being enough Sihtric decides to break up with reader for her own good without realising what consequences this brings upon her

When the darkness gets too loud – angst, heartbreak, a bit off luff (canon!Sihtric x fem!reader) – The reader is a florist in the little town Uthred and his boys are staying at. One day she comes across Sihtric and gifts him a flower, because he's looking rather sad. While it was just a polite gesture of her, Sihtric immediately falls in love. But soon his crush turns into an obsession and he uses all his free time to stalk her and watch her every move.

Letters on Skin – fluffiest fluff (canon!Sihtric x fem!reader) just some sweet, tender moments between Sihtric and his wife from their first meeting into later being husband and wife. Pure fluff, a bit of self-doubt and very mild angst, some suggestive moments but nothing more.

Sihtric x female!reader (canon)

Lost – Fic request: After Rumcowa is attacked Sihtric searches for his family not knowing what has happened to them.

Prisoner Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 SMUT 18+ – Sihtric and Finan are sent to spy on Bebbanburg, but Sihtric gets distracted by an attractive widow and lands up caught and secured by the guards with no chances of escape.

Kidnapped Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – Fic request: Sihtric's wife is being taken by Hestan and she gives birth to twins while she is with them. Then Hestan sees Uthred and threatens that he has Sihtrics family, but of course, Sihtric gets his family back.

Princess Part 1 SMUT 18+ – Fic request: could you write something about Sihtric rescuing a princess (Alfred's daughter) and they both falling in love for each other despite the princess is about to marry somebody else.

Good wife Part 2 SMUT 18+ – Five years later Princess returns to Winchester just to discover Sihtric hasn't kept his promise.

Freedom SMUT 18+ – Reader is a childhood friend of Sihtric, whom he liberates from the slavery after the fall of Dunholm. The life has not been easy on her since Sihtric left. It's a heavy and dark fic, mentioning mental illness, violence and attempted suicide.

Braiding hair – Fic request: Can I request a sihtric x reader fic where she doesn’t know how to braid, so sihtric teaches her. and when she’s good enough he lets her braid his hair for battle saying it would bring him luck

Grief – Fic request: can i ask for husband! Sihtric comforting his wife!reader after losing her best friend. and she obviously suffers from grief. she just wants to be held and told it’s okay to grieve and there’s no shame in hiding it

Sickness Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – Fic request: Season four Sihtric, when the group are passing through the fields during that plague and the river. Reader is the lover of Sihtric and is sick. (..) The reader and Sihtric have what they think are their last moments before she is kidnapped along with Stiorra, Aelswith and Aethelstan...

The Witch Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – Fic request: I was hoping you could write a one shot of Sihtric x Fem reader. Where the fem is like a healer very similar to Iseult in season 1. But this time reader is patching up our boy Sihtric. The reader is extremally worried for Sihtric.

Bebbanburg – Fic request: (..) Sihtric ffc that takes place when they are trying to get Bebbanburg back and they take him and Finan and chain them. While they are chained, Sihtric notices a girl also being chained in a corner and after the battle he rescues her

Traitor SMUT 18+ – you thought you had been prepared for everything as you were sent to spy on Uhtred, until the moment you met a certain Danish warrior

Feeling you Part 1 SMUT, 18+, Part 2, Part 3 SMUT, 18+ – You thought you had left your days as an alehouse whore behind you until a handsome, young Dane crossed your path

You are good SMUT, 18+ – You don't trust Sihtric, but when you start seeing him the way he really is, you just want to be a part of his world

The promise – for his own good you wrung a promise from Sihtric that left your both hearts bleeding - lot of angst and very little comfort

Caged bird SMUT 18+ – It had been only a week since the handsome Dane, strength and danger emanating from his every pore, had evaded your secluded life, turning it upside down in the blink of an eye.

Yield to me SMUT 18+ – Fic request: you and Sihtric are sent to Bloodhair's camp to spy, and apparently there is more to discover than the secret plans of the Danes

Dream - Fic request inspired by the The Apparition by Sleep Token – Sihtric plagued by dreams of a woman from his past - angst, longing, some lowkey SMUT 18+ nothing explicit, use of she/her pronouns, happy ending 😉

Destiny is all - SMUT 18+ reading a book turns into a breathtaking adventure

Forever mine - mention of blood, injury, fluff, SMUT 18+ A young Dane awakens something long buried in you, but the truth threatens to shatter your stolen moments. Can love survive built on lies?

Fictober 2024: Broken Bonds, Feeling alive, Good boy, Lord of Dunholm

Dance with me - fluff, SMUT 18+, dancing 😅 It's Eostre – time to celebrate, to feast and honour the returning light after the long winter. And you just want to feel happy and dance...with a certain shy Danish warrior

Where the Heart Returns – SMUT 18+ after Rumcova setting. Sihtric plagued by guilt of leaving his family unprotected hurries to Winchester to make sure they are safe

Only you – SMUT 18+ plot? never heard of it. Sihtric and wife!reader just can't get enough of each other, breeding kink to some extent, pwp

Blood brother – Angst, fluff having lost everything and thinking she's been abandoned by everybody, even her best friend Sihtric, reader on her quest for revenge founds out that life can be full of surprises and that there is always space for hope

Two lonely souls – SMUT 18+ Sihtric is heartbroken when he meets you. The girl he wanted to marry has vanished with all his silver. He just wants to forget and you just want to tease the handsome warrior.

Of Sinners, Saints and Fools: An Impossible Love – SMUT 18+ a beautiful lady needs help and Sihtric can't turn a blind eye, not knowing what consequences his act of kindness will bring, as the lady turns out to be king's niece and promised to the church.

I won’t lose you! – Angst, some mild SMUT 18+ based on the prompt "Even at my worst?". The battle is over and Sihtric can't find reader.

Sihtric x female!reader (modern)

Strangers on the train SMUT 18+ – Fic request: I can imagine Sihtric and reader meeting by chance on a train. It could get fluffy and even hot and smutty.

Library romance – Fic request: May I request a modern Sihtric fic (nothing serious just some fluff) where Sihtric and reader are best friends and madly in love with each other, but afraid of confessing their feelings.

Date Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – Fic request: I would like to request a full on fluffy modern!Sihtric fic, where he's desperately in love with reader and he takes her on their first date, and does everything he can to impress her

Until the death us parts (Assassin!Sihtric x Templar!reader) SMUT 18+ – Spying on Sihtric is one thing, but when the reader receives the order to eliminate the target, things get complicated.

Two broken pieces (sub!Sihtric x dom!reader) SMUT 18+ – plot? never heard of it, pure smut with some minor good old pole-dancer/whore meeting a successful businessman background story

Reunited Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 – It was supposed to be a short two week trip that turned into five long years apart, just because your best friend couldn't keep her mouth shut

Uhtred x Sihtric x Finan

When Shadows Yield to Light – SMUT 18+ – standing before Uhtred's doors and gathering courage to knock, Sihtric doesn't realise that what awaits him on the other side will change everything he thought he knew about loyalty, desire, and himself

Sihtric x OC

Captive Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 – Sihtric is sent to Heasten’s camp to spy and discovers the Danes have a captive – young Saxon girl he just can’t leave to her fate. My very first fan fic, please bear with me 😅

The Curse (Sihtric x Skade) SMUT 18+, angst – as Uhtred's path crosses with the mighty seer Skade, there is only one way to break the pattern of violence and only one man capable of doing it as the power of love appears stronger than the power of hate

The Wheel of Time - Masema

Masema x female!reader

Supper SMUT 18+ – Serving supper to a prophet. There is no plot, just pure SMUT 18+

Power SMUT 18+ – all your life you've been on the run, hiding the power within you, until you meet a warrior brave enough to claim you despite the trouble you are bringing

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otaku-girl-ao3-fics · 3 months ago

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If you close your eyes | Kraven x Reader | M | 4.7k | Complete

Kraven the Hunter (2024) | 4.7k complete | Kraven x Reader | Sergei Kravinoff x Reader

Kraven masterlist | Otaku_girl_AO3 masterlist | AO3: Otaku_girl

Summary: When the chance to escape your captor arises, you do what you know you must: You run. Still in restraints and in unfamiliar territory, it’s only a matter of time until Kraven finds you…

Warnings: M, dark!soft Sergei, kidnapped reader, escape attempt.

Links: Read the full one shot on ArchiveOfOurOwn: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63315304

Heavy breathing echoes through the trees, rivalled only by the stumbling, desperate sounds of footsteps thud-thud-thudding through leaves and dirt and broken twigs. There isn’t so much as a hint of birdsong to be heard, the land surrounding your new home eerily quiet. It’s as if nature itself can sense the danger hidden within.

Your chest feels tight. Your lungs burn. You need to go faster. Faster. Faster. If you want to have any real hope of escape, you need to keep moving and never look back .

The edges of your vision blur, tears — from the cold and fear — trail down your cheeks. Your vision narrows as you skid through the forest, no destination in mind and the sun setting steadily in the distance. All you know is that you can’t go back.

Falling is inevitable. Without your hands free to help you catch your balance, it is only a matter of time. You flex your fingers, feeling the low burn of rops shifting against your skin. It’s tight, but not tight enough to cut off circulation. You have been trying to test it, to see if you can get any slack, for what feels like days. All that you have managed is to make a steady trickle of blood seep steadily down your chilled flesh.

The distant roar of water draws you in, sparking a false sense of security in the back of your mind. Running water gives you a sense of direction, of purpose. A point to aim for and something you can follow. Perhaps there might even be people somewhere around.

Water means the chance to hide your tracks. Hiding your tracks means a chance of escape, however slight it might be. That chance is more than you had before, more than you have been able to conduct in the days — weeks? — since he rescued (took) you. Since he made you his.

Water means hope. Possibly your last hope. And that’s something you can’t overlook.

The embankment is steeper than expected. Your eyes widen, a breathy scream tearing from your throat. You throw your weight back, trying to stop your momentum as the forest floor beneath your feet suddenly falls away into a steep slope and sharp edge.

It is too little, too late.

You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for impact.

At least you got this far.

At least you tried.

Your teeth begin to chatter. It’s so cold. Why does it suddenly feel colder?

Read the full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63315304

If you close your eyes (does it almost feel like nothing changed at all) (4734 words) by Otaku_girl Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kraven the Hunter (2024), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Kraven the hunter - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kraven/Reader, Sergei Kravinoff/Reader, Kraven the Hunter/Reader, Sergei Kravinoff/You, Kraven the hunter/You Characters: Kraven the Hunter, Sergei Kravinoff, Reader Additional Tags: Soft dark Sergei Kravenoff, Dark Romance, unhealthy relationship, Captivity, Kidnapped Reader, chase - Freeform, hunter prey, Gift Fic, Possessive Behavior, possessive Sergei Kravinoff, Restraints, mentions of injury, Nothing permanent, stockholm syndrome setting in, Dark, dark vibes, but also loving obsessed Sergei vibes, Kraven likes to hunt you, no y/n, unclothed female clothed male, Brief Morbid Thoughts, Near Death Experiences, threatening behaviour, Unhealthy Dynamics, caring for injuries, dominant Kraven, Gentle Manipulation, Pet Names Summary: When the chance to escape your captor arises, you do what you know you must: You run. Still in restraints and in unfamiliar territory, it’s only a matter of time until Kraven finds you…

#kraven the hunter x reader #kraven x reader #kraven x you #sergei kravinoff x you #sergei kravinoff x reader #sergei kravinoff x fem!reader #ao3 writer #fanfiction #ao3 link #archive of our own #ao3 fanfic #sergei kravinoff #kraven the hunter #aarontaylorjohnson #aaron taylor johnson #atj

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kitchenisking · 1 year ago

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May Fic Rec

Nicotine by honorarystar - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,404, sterek)

Stiles wants to take a nap at Derek's place. Derek thinks he smells too amazing for his own good. Or Derek's for that matter.

UST (An Unfortunate Series of Tropes) by ureshiiichigo - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 54,259, sterek)

Stiles and Derek sitting in a tree, M-A-R-R-I-E-D.

Wait, what?

Or: Stiles thought he and Derek were finally getting to be bros, and then Deaton had to go and ruin everything with his stupid spell.

For the hour of great humiliation by Naicele - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 8,278, sterek)

There are witches, but maybe they are mostly a plot device to get Stiles and Derek to spend time in very close proximity. -- “Stop that,” Derek growls. “Stop what?” he whines, because, this situation is worthy of some complaining on his part “Stop smelling like that,” Derek hisses, breath hot on Stiles’s ear. “How do I stop smelling? Dude that’s insane,” he whispers back. “What do I even smell like,” he adds and then immediately regrets it. Surely Derek can’t smell that on him, can he?

Point me where my life begins by Gotta_seduce_the_Rainbow - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 39,430, sterek)

When Derek wakes up without his memory, he is left with nothing but a note he wrote himself. He no longer remembers anything personal, not himself, not anyone else.

The note is pointing him towards the town Beacon Hills and once he is there, he is greeted by strangers telling him “Dude, I didn’t know you’re back in town”, which is confusing. Apparently, he grew up in Beacon Hills, but left a few years ago without telling anyone about it.

There is this one stranger, who calls him dude and has the most amazing scent. Derek might just want to start his new life here. With this person.

let’s make a reckless memory by EvanesDust - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4,283, sterek)

[excerpt] "Stiles…" Derek groaned, his head dropping between Stiles's shoulder blades as he thrust his cock against Stiles's hole. "God, please tell me you know that I love you."

Stiles clenched in response, desperately wanting to be filled, and nodded. They'd only been dating for a week when Derek first told him. It was New Year's, and they'd just kissed at midnight. "Y-Yeah, I know. I know you love me. I love you, too."

And he did. So fucking much.

"Good. Because I'm going to fuck you like I don't."

…or the one where Stiles surprises Derek by coming home for spring break, and they fuck in the sheriff’s station.

Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark by Nerdy_fangirl_57 - (Rating: T, Words: 8,945, sterek)

After the whole ordeal with the nogitsune Stiles struggles with proving to himself that he can be good again. He starts learning to control his spark in hopes that he could be helpful to the pack once he manages to channel it's power. Everyone thinks it's a great idea and are willing to help him anyway they can, but Scott, Scott doesn't see the point in it.

It's not like Stiles' tiny spark could ever be powerful enough to be an actual asset to the pack.

Stiles just wants a chance to prove himself.

Million Reasons by FireAndIceHeart - (Rating: T, Words: 20,474, sterek)

After a nasty fight between Derek Hale's Pack and three witch sisters, Derek kicks Stiles out of the pack. His friends abandoned him and his father is always at work and Stiles has never felt so alone. Well at least now he has the time to think of all the reasons why he deserves to be in the pack and figure out where it all went wrong. That is...until he gets kidnapped.

I'm Only Human by DarkAlpha67 - (Rating: T, Words: 3,477, sterek)

Stiles has always placed other’s needs above his own… And no one ever took the time to notice the strain that burden had on him.

Until him…

In which Stiles neglects to take care of himself and ends up in the hospital where he will learn a werewolf pack is just another word for Family.

Hale's Theory of Exclusivity by kitsunequeen - (Rating: T, Words: 4,098, sterek)

For the request: "Stiles visits a wolf rescue/sanctuary type thing (like the one TW donated to!!) and gets really friendly with the pack alpha and then he comes back and Derek is all angsty because /another alpha's scent is all over Stiles/." --- “You’re the one,” he huffs, “you’re the one who was always trying to assure me that my past relationships were unhealthy. That I deserved something better. And this? This is your idea of healthy?”

“Are you seriously throwing that in my face?” Stiles demands, tears suddenly pricking at his eyes. He wipes them away roughly, jamming his hand in his pocket. “That’s- that’s pretty shitty, dude.”

“Are you kidding me?” Derek seethes. How is this happening? How on Earth is this spiraling so badly? “I’m throwing it in your face? You go around pretending we’re exclusive, and I’m the one acting shitty?”

“You know what?” Stiles snaps, tears streaming freely now. The room is swirling with the scents of hurt and confusion and anger and betrayal and- “Fuck you, Derek.”

Happy Son Happy Spouse Happy House by alikatastic - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 3,085, sterek)

Eli was so much like him, a stark reminder of who he was at sixteen. It was a grand statement of nature vs. nurture. Eli Hale might not have shared any DNA with him, but there was never a doubt that he was Stiles’ son, his pup. Stiles would do anything for his kid; missing sleep after a long case and threatening the Coach were small tasks for him. As long as Eli was happy, Stiles was happy, and if Stiles and Eli were happy, so was Derek.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #stiles x derek #kitcheniskingficrecs

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gigabyte-flare · 1 year ago

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He Comes Alive (Part 7)

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

Summary: You awake in a top secret facility where you learn of Leon's true nature

Word Count: 5.9k

Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Biting, blood, gore, murder, unprotected p in v, masterbation, oral (m and f receiving), stalking, pet names, kidnapping, breeding kink, blood play/kink, age gap, dubcon, pregnancy, monster f*cking, body horror, lactation kink, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

A quick reminder that I no longer do tag lists

“Where’s Leon?”

“In this building.”

“Where am I?”

“At the BSAA North America headquarters in Washington D.C..”

“BSAA?”

“The Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance.”

“Did Leon do something wrong?”

The man called Clive lets out a chuckle, leaning back in his chair, “that’s a loaded question.”

You feel a lump form in the back of your throat. You swallow it back, remaining silent in hopes that Clive will continue.

“Nine years ago, the president’s daughter was kidnapped by a cult in Spain called Los Illuminados. D.S.O. Agent Leon S. Kennedy was sent to rescue her. Both of them had become infected with a bioweapon-- a parasite the cult called Las Plagas. Leon had successfully removed the parasite from the president’s daughter, however…”

Clive pauses and you can feel your heart start to race at the implication, but still you press, “however, what?”

Clive clears his throat, “by the time the U.S. government realized Leon was still infected, he was long gone, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. He’s been on the run for nine years.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The hikers? That man at the festival? Your father? They’re all his victims,” Clive states.

“You’re lying!” you shout, standing up from the chair and slamming your hands onto the table.

“The plaga feeds on blood in order to survive; it seems to have an affinity to human blood, too.”

“You do realize this sounds absolutely insane, you’re making it sound like Leon’s a vampire or something.”

Clive chuckles again, “that honestly wouldn’t be that far from the truth,” you watch his eyes glance to your swollen belly, “I take it that’s Leon’s baby you're pregnant with?”

“Yes,” you reply curtly before sitting back in the chair, crossing your arms, “it is.”

“Shit…”

“What?”

Clive takes a deep breath before continuing, “I hate to tell you this, but your baby isn’t entirely human.”

Your eyes widen, “excuse me?! Now you’re fucking with me, this is insane!”

“Don’t you find it odd that Leon hasn’t taken you to a single prenatal appointment? Odd that your pregnancy seems to be progressing awfully fast?”

You stand back up again, angrily shaking your finger at Clive, “you are full of shit!”

“Deny it all you want, it’s the truth. Unfortunately you’re too far along in your pregnancy to safely abort, we’ll have to wait until you give birth so we can euthanize it; we’ll make sure it’s done humanely.”

“No one is coming near my baby! You’re just trying to scare me!”

You watch Clive reach into his jacket, pulling out a photo and placing it on the table in front of you. What you see immediately makes you pause and stare. It’s a poorly lit room, a person is tied to the support beam, covered in blood and what you assume is bite marks on their neck.

“This was taken in Leon’s basement after we apprehended him. This is why he kept the basement locked.”

You can’t take your eyes off the photo, especially after you realize you recognize the clothes; it’s a woman that had gone missing after coming out of a work Christmas party in Plymouth; you had seen a photo of her at the party on the news. You feel chills go up your spine.

"Unfortunately she died from blood loss when we were transporting her to our clinic," Clive states.

You swallow hard before making eye contact with Clive, “what the hell is going on…?”

“I think it will be easier to show you, come with me,” Clive replies, standing up from his chair and motioning for you to follow him.

You hesitate for a moment before you decide to follow, going back out into the hallway. The two of you eventually make your way to a single elevator, watching Clive swipe a card and then call the elevator. It beeps before the doors slide open and the two of you step inside.

“How long have you been watching us?” you ask, figuring out that based on what Clive had said to you about Leon not taking you for prenatal check-ups, that someone was watching you and Leon’s every move.

“Shortly after Halloween, a police officer in Oakvale had reached out to the FBI to ask about Leon; in turn the FBI reached out to us. We had to ensure that it was definitely him before making our move.”

You nod, shifting uncomfortably on your feet and unconsciously rubbing your belly. After a couple minutes, the elevator door opens and Clive steps out, you follow him closely. Several men in lab coats turn and greet Clive.

“Director O’Brien! For what do we owe the pleasure?” one of the scientists asks before looking at you, “is this…?”

“Yes she is,” Clive replies, “has he been fed yet?”

The scientist looks back at Clive, shaking his head, “not yet, we were just about to get ready to.”

“Excellent, bring us to the observation room.”

“Of course, director.”

The scientist leads the way bringing you down another hallway that’s barricaded with several large steel doors. At the end, he turns to a door on the left, swiping a keycard and inputting a passcode, causing the door to slide open. You can’t help but feel like you somehow woke up in a science fiction movie. You pinch yourself again to make sure you’re definitely not dreaming.

Once in the room, the scientist pulls up the blinds on a large window and you see Leon, still in just his sweatpants, sitting on a basic metal bed hunched over, staring at the floor. Your heart seemingly skips as you rush up to the window, putting your hands on the glass.

“Leon…” you say softly.

From what you can see, there is nothing out of the ordinary about Leon and you start to reckon that they have the wrong man. Leon wouldn’t hurt anyone. Looking around the room, you notice there is a purple hue. You look up at the room’s ceiling and see that between each fluorescent light is a purple one; the same lights that you saw when you and Leon had gotten ambushed at home.

“What are the purple lights?” you ask, turning to Clive as you remove your hands from the glass.

“High powered ultraviolet lights. The plaga can’t stand sunlight. That’s why he only hunts at night.”

Suddenly, a walkie talkie that is sticking out of Clive’s outer jacket pockets goes off, “We’re ready to commence feeding if you are, director.”

Clive grabs the walkie talkie out of his jacket and replies, “proceed.”

On the left side of the room, a door slides open and a blindfolded man is pushed in and the door closes. The man practically falls onto his face. The man sits up on his knees and you see that his hands are bound behind his back.

“He’s a death row inmate,” Clive says, answering a question you hadn’t even asked, “we have a partnership with the penitentiary and they supply us with inmates that are going to be executed.”

Your attention is drawn back into Leon’s room when the UV lights are switched off and the fluorescent lights dim. Your eyes are drawn to Leon when he suddenly lifts his head, his eyes locked on the man that’s in the midst of a panic attack in the middle of the room. Before your eyes, you watch dark, inky veins start to spread over Leon’s exposed skin. Leon suddenly stands up, walking towards the man like a predator stalking its prey. Movement coming from behind Leon makes your breath hitch; a long, jet black tail comes out of Leon’s back; the closest thing you can compare it to is a scorpion’s tail.

That isn’t all, four more appendages come out of his back, these looking like claws. You want to close your eyes, you want to run, but you can’t; your eyes remain locked on Leon. In a split second, Leon pounces onto the man, the man’s cries for help going unanswered as you watch Leon’s mouth latch itself onto his neck. The four claws latch onto the man as his tail whips itself back and forth as Leon feasts upon him. You suddenly feel your baby shift in your belly.

Leon suddenly stops, unlatching himself from his meal and looking directly at you.

“Can he see us?” you ask, your voice shaking.

“No, it’s a two way mirror,” Clive replies, rubbing his chin with his fingers.

Leon stands up walking right up to the window, his eyes locked onto you. To your horror, you see his eyes are red, seemingly glowing in the dim light. His blood stained mouth hangs agape and you can see that all four of his incisors are elongated and sharp. Leon puts his hands onto the glass, his gaze still locked onto you.

“Angel?” he says, his eyes widening, “is that you?”

His tail moves back and forth as he stares at you and that’s when your baby inside you starts moving erratically, causing you to wince in pain as you grab your belly.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” Leon continues, his hands running down the glass, leaving trails of blood behind, “this is not how I wanted to show you my gift.”

“Gift?” you whisper, taking a couple of steps back from the window.

“He’s referring to the plaga.” Clive replies.

“Our little girl has the gift, too,” Leon continues, his right hand pets the glass as you watch his gaze shift to your belly, made even more unsettling knowing that he can’t see you, “isn’t that right, sweetie?”

Your baby shifts again, feeling your baby’s foot go up your rib cage, causing you to yelp as you once again grab your swollen belly.

There’s no way your baby is reacting to him right? Right?

You watch as Leon’s crimson eyes narrow, one of his fists balling up and punching the glass, causing it to crack. You scream, stumbling backwards and falling to the floor as Leon throws another punch at the glass, cracking it further. Clive rushes over, picking you up off the floor as he grabs his walkie talkie.

“Turn those damn UV lights back on! NOW!” he shouts into the walkie talkie as he pulls you out of the observation room.

You turn and look back as the UV lights are powered back on, Leon letting out the most inhuman scream you’ve ever heard in your life and in an instant, you watch his grotesque appendages retreat back into his body as he stumbles away from the glass, clutching his head with his hands.

As you and Clive retreat back to the elevator, Leon’s cries of your name fill the halls.

You have no idea how much time has passed since the incident with Leon. Clive had you relocated to a more comfortable room at the facility; it has furniture, a small refrigerator and a window to look outside. You’re sitting in a rocking chair next to the window, rubbing your pregnant belly unconsciously as you watch a gentle snowfall outside. Over and over, your brain plays out the last few months since you returned home from dropping out of college.

Every little thing you had noticed that was odd suddenly made sense: eating the rarest meat imaginable, that one time you thought he had sharp teeth when he bit into his burger, him suddenly going into the basement, him getting up in the middle of the night to ‘check traps,’ the day they found what was left of your father, that smile he had on his face was burned into the back of your mind. Your eyes unconsciously widen at another revelation; the red eyes you saw in your window that night, they were Leon’s.

“It was him… he was the B.O.W. the whole time…” you whisper to yourself, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

The sound of the door opening startles you and you watch Clive walk in, giving you a gentle smile and wave as he steps into the room.

“I just spoke with your mother,” Clive says, taking a seat on your bed across from where you sit, “I let her know you were experiencing complications in your pregnancy and that you had to be taken to a specialist in D.C., so she at least knows where you are. I didn’t mention Leon to her.”

“Thank you,” you reply softly, letting out a sigh as you return your attention back out the window.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, the concern evident in his voice.

“Empty? Lost? I’m not sure what to feel… I feel like the last few months have been a cruel lie,” you reply honestly, wiping more tears that run down your face away with the back of your hand.

“I know and I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine how hard this has been for you.”

“Is it true that you can’t cure him?” you ask, looking back over at Clive.

Clive nods, “unfortunately. The parasite has completely taken over his body, if we try to remove it, he will die.”

“How… how is he?” you ask, not really sure you actually want the answer.

“He’s refusing to feed. We’ll have to execute him sooner than we intended,” Clive replies, leaning forward, resting his forearms onto his legs.

“Execute?!”

Clive nods, “yes, he’s too dangerous to keep alive. Our hope was to study the plaga inside of him before putting him out of his misery, but he’s making that difficult.”

“Is there any chance I could say goodbye to him before he’s executed?”

Clive stares at you puzzled for a moment before replying, “I believe I can have that arranged.”

“Good,” you say with a soft sigh of relief.

Despite everything, you still love him. You still love the baby growing inside of you. The thought that both of these things that you love so dearly are going to get taken from you absolutely kills you.

“I’ll make sure to come get you when that time comes,” Clive says, standing up from the bed and walking over to the door, “don’t hesitate to give us a holler if you need anything.”

You believe another few days passes, you awake one morning to the sound of wind howling; a blizzard seems to have come in. Just after you get yourself dressed and cleaned up, Clive once again comes into your room.

“It’s happening tonight,” Clive says, his look solemn.

You acknowledge him with a nod before following him out of your room and back to the elevator that brings you to the underground research facility. This time, instead of bringing you to the observation room, Clive brings you to the door leading to Leon’s containment chamber.

“Remember,” Clive begins, causing you to draw your attention to him, “we’ll be watching. We won’t let him hurt you.”

You nod as the door to his containment chamber slides open. You step inside the small chamber inside the door, it sprays some kind of mist on you which you suspect is some kind of sanitizer. After that, the final door opens and you see Leon, laying on his back staring at the ceiling. You step inside, listening as the door slides shut and locks, making your heart jump in nervousness. At first, Leon doesn’t acknowledge you, instead he continues to stare at the ceiling.

“Leon?” you finally speak up, your voice soft.

Leon lifts his head, staring at you for a moment before he sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, practically running to you. He places his hands on your shoulders, looking at you in disbelief.

“Angel! You’re ok, I’ve been so worried!” he exclaims before planting a kiss onto your forehead.

Now you’re able to get a good look at him. His skin is extremely pale and you can see the faint, inky black veins all over his exposed skin. It reminds you of the time you had gone to the festival, before he had killed that man behind the fairground. Now you know why Leon had looked so terrible that day.

“I’ve been worried about you, too,” you say hesitantly, avoiding eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong Angel? It’s just me,” Leon coos, his hand gently grasping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

His gaze shifts down to your belly, a smile slowly overtaking his lips as he stares down in awe; once again feeling your baby move inside you.

“My God… you’ve gotten so big! Our little girl is growing like a weed!” he says, the excitement evident in his voice as he places a hand on your belly, rubbing it slowly.

A hint of sadness hits you, knowing that as soon as your baby is born, it’s going to be humanely euthanized, but you don’t want to do anything that could cause Leon to lash out, so you keep that knowledge to yourself.

“How do you know it’s a girl?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“She told me,” Leon explains, his gaze shifting back to you, “because of our gift, we are constantly connected.”

You feel your pulse pick up, feeling your baby continue to writhe inside you as Leon continues to rub your belly.

“I’m going to give you the gift, as well. We’ll be together in both body and mind. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Before you can even process what he just said to you, you notice there’s a sudden change in the lighting; your eyes dart around to see what changed when you notice the subtle purple hue is gone. The UV lights have been turned off. You want to panic, but you take deep breaths to try to keep yourself calm. You reckon it must be a mistake, they’ll turn the UV lights back on in any second. However, more agonizing seconds go by and you realize that they are not coming back on.

Leon slowly looks up, a smirk spreading across his lips when he realizes the UV lights are off, “well… that's convenient.”

He closes his eyes, rolling his neck and shoulders as you watch in horror as the dark veins on his skin get even darker. When he opens his eyes again, you are once again met with the crimson eyes that have haunted your subconscious since the day you saw Leon from the observation room. But now that he’s right in front of you, everything inside you is telling you to get away. You take a couple steps back away from him, his smirk immediately turning into a frown.

“No, no, no! It’s ok, I won’t hurt you, Angel,” he pleads, reaching out to you and grasping your upper arms to stop you from moving away, “I just want to take care of you.”

You watch as his tail snakes out from behind him, moving between the two of you. The end of it goes under your shirt and you watch as the blade-like end of his tail moves upwards, slicing through your shirt. Once your shirt is completely sliced open, his fingers gingerly push the remains of the shirt off you, exposing your swollen breasts to him. He brings one hand up, brushing one of your sensitive nipples under his thumb, causing a small white bead of liquid to come out before running down your breast, pooling onto your pregnant belly.

“Aw look, you’re making milk. Our little girl will need blood, not milk. No matter, I’ll make sure it won’t go to waste,” Leon says before leaning down, wrapping his mouth around the leaking nipple and sucking hard.

“L-Leon!” you cry out, trying to push him away.

You look over at the mirror, knowing that there are people watching. Does Leon know there are people watching? You want to cry out for help, to get someone to come get you out, but you can’t; you don’t want to risk invoking Leon’s fury. After what seems like an eternity, Leon unlatches himself from your breast, his crimson eyes staring down at you lustfully. A grin slowly forms on his face, showing off his long, sharp canine teeth.

He grasps you gently, coaxing you over to his bed where he spins you around, forcing you to bend over onto the bed with your knees on the floor. You rack your brain over what on Earth he’s doing when you feel a very sudden sharp pain in your shoulder, causing you to scream. You then hear a low moan; Leon’s mouth is latched onto your shoulder, his fangs sinking deep into your flesh as blood starts to pour out from the wound.

He releases his mouth from you briefly, his breaths heavy as he grips onto your waist, his hands then reaching around to undo your belt and pants, “you taste just as divine as I remember, Angel,” he purrs into your ear.

You start to question mentally what he’s talking about until you recall back to the first night you stayed at Leon’s house when the two of you had sex for the first time. He wasn’t just eating you out that night. He was feeding off you. This newest revelation causes a sudden wave of nausea to come over you, causing you to gag. You quickly cover your mouth with one hand while the other grips the sheets on his bed, tears burning the corners of your eyes, threatening to pour out.

He bites back down into your shoulder as his hands make quick work pulling down your pants and underwear, his fingers rubbing your slit slowly, gathering up the slick of your body’s arousal on his fingertips. While still feeding off you, he pulls down his sweatpants and you feel the head of his cock prod at your entrance. Your eyes widen when you watch two of the claw-like appendages stab down onto the bed in front of you while the other two wrap around your waist, trapping you against him; you feel one of his hands rest on your hip while the other grips your hair, pulling your head back. It takes everything in you not to scream.

With a quick thrust of his hips, he buries his cock inside you, unlatching his mouth from your shoulder with a loud moan as his grip on your hair tightens. You cry out at the feeling of him practically splitting you in half; he feels so much larger than you remember. There’s also another sensation inside you, one you don’t recognize at all. It’s almost hard for your mind to even describe; like a thousand fingers are stroking your inner walls and your cervix and with each quick thrust of Leon’s hips, it feels amazing. You can’t help but let out a loud moan as Leon pistons himself into you, hurtling you towards your release.

“That’s it Angel, you’re doing so well for me. My perfect mate,” he purrs as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, the hand on your hip gripping so tight that it’ll surely leave bruises, his other hand running down your neck before resting onto your other shoulder, “now, be a good girl and take my gift.”

Against your better judgment, you turn your head to look at him. Leon is opening his mouth and you watch as four mandibles come out from the depths of his mouth and you can hear something squealing from inside his throat. No longer able to put on a brave face, you start to scream, thrashing your body in a desperate attempt to get away from him. The strange sensation you noted inside you suddenly starts to sting as you try to get yourself off him and you feel the claws wrapped around your waist start to cut into your skin as they grip you tighter.

The door to Leon’s room suddenly opens and Clive along with two men with tactical gear and guns swarm in. Clive holds up a large UV flashlight, shining it directly at Leon’s head. Leon roars, the mandibles going back inside his mouth as he falls backwards, freeing you from his grasp. You quickly pull your underwear and pants back up before running over to Clive, using your arms to cover your exposed breasts. Clive positions you behind him as the two men move to either side of Leon, their guns drawn and pointed at him. One of the scientists then rushes inside the room, Clive turns his head to address him.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Clive shouts at the scientist right before the UV lights turn back on.

You wince when you hear the inhuman cry come from Leon as he scrambles to crouch himself into the corner of the room, gripping his head and trembling.

“We just wanted to see what he would do, that’s all!” the scientist says, pleading with Clive.

“She nearly got infected! Was that part of your plan?!” Clive shouts, walking up to the scientist, getting in his face.

“Well, no…”

“The lead researcher will be hearing about this, now get out of our way, I need to take her back to her room,” Clive continues, practically shoving the scientist out of the way as he gently grasps your upper arm to lead you out of Leon’s containment chamber.

As you walk out, you turn and look at Leon, who’s still crouched in the corner; his eyes are locked onto you, a smirk spread across his lips.

Leon stays seated in the corner of his containment chamber for the majority of the day, only moving to relieve himself in the toilet inside his containment chamber. Scientists have been in and out of his containment chamber as well, almost as if they’re preparing for something, though he didn’t have the slightest clue of what that could be until the lead researcher comes in with his young assistant, who looks vaguely familiar to Leon.

The lead researcher takes Leon’s vitals and a blood sample, staying completely still through it all, watching the assistant take a seat on Leon’s bed, taking notes with a clipboard and pen.

“Dr. Jacobs, a question if I may?” the assistant suddenly asks.

“Go ahead, Chambers.”

Chambers. Rebecca Chambers. That’s why I recognize her…

Rebecca was a former member of S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team prior to the Raccoon City outbreak incident on September 30, 1971; Leon’s first day as a police officer. A part of him wishes he had died that day.

“How did he manage to infect the fetus? I thought you said it was transmitted via the bloodstream, hence why he bit her.” she asks, setting the clipboard and pen down onto the bed next to her.

Dr. Jacobs swallows hard as he turns to address her, “we believe there are plaga larvae in his semen, which fused with the embryo upon fertilization even though we found no larvae in the semen samples we were able to get. Somehow… the plaga inside him can control when a larva is released… absolutely extraordinary, a real shame we’re executing him tonight.”

Leon subtly raises an eyebrow.

“What about the baby?” Rebecca presses.

“The baby will be humanely euthanized upon birth, the BSAA wants to put the plagas parasite to bed for good even though the child could provide valuable data. I tried to fight it but O’Brien wouldn’t budge.”

What?

Leon remains calm on the outside, but on the inside, he is panicking. He has to protect his offspring at all cost, but how? That answer comes on a silver platter when he watches Rebecca stand up from the bed, grabbing the clipboard but leaving the pen behind on his bed. He waits a couple minutes to see if they realize she had left the pen in here. When he’s confident they’re not coming back in, he stands up, walking over to the bed and collapsing onto it, clutching the pen in his hand as he lays down. He turns, his back facing the camera that’s on the opposite wall pointed towards the bed.

During his stint in the military after surviving the Raccoon City outbreak, Leon picked up a few tricks, one being how to make lockpicks out of just about anything. He meticulously takes the mechanical pen apart, using the metal parts to make a crude lock pick, small enough to fit into the palm of his hand.

Later that evening, the door to his containment chamber opens and Dr. Jacobs comes in along with another man in tactical gear with an AK-47 slung over his shoulder and a pistol strapped to his leg. Dr. Jacobs is carrying a metal folding chair, which he hands to the guard for him to set down onto the floor after opening.

“Sit,” the guard orders Leon, pointing at the chair.

“Yeah, yeah…” Leon replies, standing up from his bed and sitting in the chair.

“Hands behind your back. Now,” the guard barks.

Leon does as he’s ordered, putting his hands behind his back around the back of the chair. The guard walks behind him, handcuffing his wrists together. Unbeknownst to the guard, Leon has his makeshift lock pick wedged between two of his fingers, completely concealing it. The guard walks back around, standing in front of Leon as Dr. Jacobs prepares a syringe of bright green liquid. Slipping the lock pick out, he begins to pick the lock on his cuffs.

“It pains me to do this Leon, it really does,” says Dr. Jacobs as he approaches, the guard moving to the side of Leon to let him through, “you were a brilliant agent. I admit this will not be pleasant, but you won’t suffer for long, I promise.”

Leon manages to free himself just as Dr. Jacobs kneels down to inject him with the deadly serum in the syringe. In the blink of an eye, Leon snatches the syringe from Dr. Jacobs, stabbing it into his neck and pushing the syringe. Dr. Jacobs’ expression contorts as he collapses onto the floor, his body going into a seizure in what Leon imagines is the painful thralls of death.

The guard curses as Leon stands up from his chair, pointing his AK-47 at him to shoot. However, Leon’s too quick, he side steps and grabs the AK-47, using the strap slung around the guard’s body to strangle the man, all the while, the gun is still firing, shooting out all the lights in the ceiling, including the UV lights. Inky black veins quickly envelope Leon’s body and his eyes shift into the deep crimson as Leon bites into the guard’s exposed neck, drinking as much blood as he can in a short period of time.

He then kneels down to Dr. Jacobs’ lifeless body, searching his pockets to find a fob. With this fob in hand, the door to the containment chamber opens, allowing Leon to make his escape. He can sense his offspring is several floors above where he is, so he quickly finds the elevator, the fob allowing him access to it.

When the elevator doors open, several guards are waiting for him, guns drawn. In an instant, Leon’s tail and back appendages emerge and he practically leaps out of the elevator pinning one of the guards down and ripping out his throat while his tail whips around, decapitating and fatally stabbing the other guards. Just when Leon thinks he’s in the clear, he hears more footsteps coming towards him. He looks up, blood dripping from his mouth and chin and finds Director O’Brien with about 10 more guards behind him.

“I should have known you wouldn’t go quietly, Leon,” Director O’Brien says, crossing his arms.

“Where is my mate?” Leon growls, standing up to face them, using his back claws and tail to make himself look bigger.

“In a place you won’t get to, Leon. You’re not leaving this hallway alive,” Director O’Brien replies.

“We’ll see about that.”

Leon begins to step forward, his legs and arms mutating, turning black like his claws and tail. His fingers become more claw like and his legs contort to become more insect-like; his feet also transform into three toed claws. His jaw splits open to reveal rows of sharp elongated teeth, his four incisors still longer than the rest. His four mandibles also come out of his mouth and he lets out an inhuman roar as he charges towards Director O’Brien and the guards. This is the furthest Leon’s ever let himself transform and he’s honestly eager to see what he can do.

The guards shoot at him, but the bullets do little to no damage to Leon as he rips through them like paper with his razor sharp claws, blood and guts spilling everywhere. In the chaos, Director O’Brien slips away, running down the hall. Leon sees this and quickly gives chase, what’s left of the guards strewn all over the white marble floor in his wake. Director O’Brien comes around the corner with his angel, his mate in tow, both of them stopping in their tracks upon seeing Leon.

Leon opens his mouth wide, letting out a loud hiss as he glares at Director O’Brien. Unfortunately in his current state, he’s unable to speak. His crimson stare shifts over to his angel, who to his dismay, is visibly frightened.

Angel, don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you…

He curses internally about not being able to give her his gift; if he had been successful, he would be able to communicate with her easily. His gaze then shifts to her swollen belly, sensing his offspring is strong and healthy inside her. He watches as she grips her belly, flinching.

“Back off, Leon!” Director O’Brien shouts, pulling out a small flashlight from inside his dark green coat and turning it on, pointing its purple beam directly into Leon’s face.

Leon, turns his face away, growling as he feels the light sting his mutated parts. His tail whips forward, slicing off the hand holding the UV flashlight before he turns back to Director O’Brien, stalking towards him and using one of his clawed hands to pick him up and pin him against the wall. Letting out a guttural growl, his mouth and mandibles open wide only stopping when he feels his mate’s hands on his arm.

“Leon, don’t kill him, please!” she cries, “don’t kill him and I’ll… I’ll go with you…”

His mutated mouth closes, turning to her to see her bloodshot eyes staring up at him, pleading with him. He lets out a soft purring sound, turning back to Director O’Brien and abruptly dropping him. He falls to the floor with a gasp, Leon’s attention back onto his mate as he grabs her by her wrist. She looks up at him, the fear evident in her eyes as she starts to panic, pulling against his grasp as she hyperventilates.

Angel, don’t do this… it’ll be ok, I promise…!

She then faints; Leon’s quick reflexes catch her before she collapses onto the floor. He picks her up into his arms bridal style, stalking into one of the rooms that has a window. Using his tail, he smashes the window open, the blizzard raging outside now blowing snow into the room. Leon leaps out of the window, carrying his mate into the stormy winter night.

Part 8

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader smut #vampire!leon kennedy #plagas!leon kennedy #gigabyte writes #he comes alive

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captainkirkk · 2 years ago

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I can't stop thinking about m!ik so please have some AUs from the shower

AU in which the demon world find out about humans' healing properties, resulting in a surge of humans kidnapped from the human realm to be used as healing blood slaves - including Iruma. I'm undecided who would find Iruma in this AU, but they're going to find One Traumatised Boy

AU in which Iruma's status as human is revealed very publicly and becomes a huge political blunder. People are screaming about cover ups and fake accusations, so Iruma and Sullivan's trial is opened for public viewing (and you best believe the WHOLE demon realm is following along at home). Every demon that's ever spoken to Iruma is dragged in for questioning. Multiple members of the Misfit Class have had to be restrained. They delve deeper into just HOW Iruma has been able to get away with pretending to be a high rank demon for so long - and find the ring of Gluttony. And Ali. And the magical expert inspecting the ring is quick to realise - on live TV with the entire demon world watching - that Ali is the lost demon king Derkila, and he's NOT happy about everyone putting his partner through this media circus.

AU in which Iruma's parents sell him to Sullivan a decade-ish earlier. I know this is an AU that's been thought up before, but I can't get over it. Sullivan is SO STINKING PROUD of his squishy little grandson - who is much harder to embarrass than 14yo Iruma. Toddler Iruma is happy to be shown off to the entire demon world. Sullivan carries him all around Babyls and Iruma becomes an instant celebrity around campus. The students all become No 1 Iruma stans and call him "the little lord" and always want to say hello and play with him. Also please picture rookie student Kalego being saddled with baby Iruma as the Junior member of staff and seething in rage, while Iruma giggles and covers him in stickers.

Demon Hunter AU in which Iruma is sold to an abusive church when he is younger and becomes an exorcist-in-training. He's lead to believe that demons are monsters..... until his exorcist teacher captures a bunch of demons that are HIS age, who just looked terrified at the sight of them (I keep going back and forth on who is in this group - Clara, Lied, Azz? Some of the Misfit Class for sure). Iruma decides to rescue them and return them to the demon world, and along the way the demons and Iruma learn more about each other (including how incredibly fucked up Iruma's life at the academy is). Sullivan has been leading the charge, trying to get his young students home, but he was NOT expecting his students to wonder back into the demon realm by themselves with a baby exorcist?? Or for them to start loudly defending said exorcist and trying to protect him from Sullivan??? It doesn't take long for Sullivan to decide that this wide-eyed baby exorcist (demons' mortal enemies) is his new grandson.

#m!ik #the demon world: NO HUMANS ALLOWED #lost demon king derkila: i've only had iruma for 18 months but if something happened to him i'd kill everyone in this room #the demon world: .......one human allowed #welcome to demon school iruma kun #some of these are so dumb and yet i canNOT stop thinking about them djsksk #my posts #au ideas

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aziraphales-library · 29 days ago

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Hello! i really appreciate your work! do you happen to know any fics with a sort of elden ring vibe or a dark fantasy theme? thank you in advance!

Hi! We have a #fantasy au tag. I can't find any Elden Ring specific fics and I know nothing about it or its vibes, so here are some darker fantasy fics. Mind some of the tags!...

The Dancing Serpent by theRavenMuse (E)

The man who is called Ezra Fell sees The Serpent dancing and becomes entranced, but darkness hides in the most beautiful of places.

Azi and the Demon by Optimistic Starlight (E)

He stared at Azi appraisingly. “So. You have agreed to come here, of your own free will? To live with me, as my… companion?” Azi nodded. He supposed that was true. “Hmm.” Crowley’s tongue appeared briefly between his lips. It was very red. “Tell me, Azi. Have you ever met a demon before?” A Good Omens fairy tale, loosely based on the original story of Beauty and the Beast.

Sea Foam on Golden Sand by ShesAKillerQueen98 (M)

It has been 270 years since Sirens were cursed to live under the sea and tensions have only been rising like steam from a boiling pot. Crowley, a Siren in his late two hundreds, has felt out of place his entire life and wonders where he is meant to be. He figures he'll never find that answer until one day he meets a human, the prince Aziraphale. He'll do anything to stay with him, even make a deal with the notorious Sea Witch, Lucifer. Will he be able to keep his end of the deal or will Lucifer claim his life? Will he be able to stay with the man he loves or will he live the rest of his life under the sea?

Deep Waters: Of Rogues And Salvation by AutisticPumpkin (E)

Deep Waters is a canon-divergent fantasy universe set in the 1680's and follows the journey of what happens when the angel Aziraphale encounters and is kidnapped by pirates, and the demon Crowley must be the one to rescue him - But there's so much more going on than either of them could possibly ever imagine; close to home and out on the open seas. Embark on a tale of good, evil, and unimaginable power and what must be done to ultimately save the human race from certain doom. MAJOR CONTENT WARNING FOR RAPE/NON-CON

Chasing Shadows: In the Beginning by greenteazy (M)

Aziraphale's life seems to jump the tracks after a run in with a mysterious redhead during a bad date. As the man begins to infiltrate his life, more and more strange and dangerous things start happening to Aziraphale and the people in his life. What does Crowley want with him and what secrets does he hold over Aziraphale? A wild mystery, a twisting tale of love, magick, drama and so much action.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #adult omens #fantasy au #mind the tag #mod d

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enigma-the-mysterious · 6 months ago

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AITA for trying to accomplish my father's dreams and hurting my best friend in the process?

Alright, here we go. So, I (30M) have been working on a pretty intense task for the last few years. I made a promise to someone very dear to me—my father, to be exact—that I would do whatever it takes to accomplish it. To do this, I had to take some drastic steps. We’re talking undercover stuff, working within a system that’s more rotten than an overripe jackfruit, all to get closer to taking down the enemy from the inside.

To accomplish this mission, I needed a special promotion. I have been putting myself through hell and back, but those racist assholes at higher up kept passing over me to promote Mediocre White Dude #57. Then a few months ago, I finally, FINALLY made some solid progress when my boss's wife guaranteed me the promotion if I could track down and arrest some anonymous dude who was proving to be a security issue for my boss. Pretty straightforward, right?

Now here’s the issue. At about the same time a few months ago, I met this guy; let’s call him A (26M) for now. My work-life balance had honestly been, well, shitty to say the least, thanks to my father's mission, and I barely had the time to socialize and make any meaningful connections in the city I moved in. Meeting with A had been a chance encounter too. Long story short, we clicked instantly and became fast friends. He is a great guy all around— smart, funny, passionate, good natured, kind, helpful— just about everything you can possibly wish for in a friend (although he could be a little naive sometimes).

But here’s the kicker: a few days earlier, I found out that A has been lying to me about... basically EVERYTHING! ALL this time. He is not from the city; the people he claimed to be his family are not even related to him. Even his name isn't A, it's B! But what's worse is that he is exactly the guy I was supposed to arrest. And he was on a mission too. Except his mission was not targeting my boss, it was to rescue someone— his sister M (9F) to be exact— my boss and his wife had kidnapped and enslaved (long story). Yup, that’s right, we were on opposite sides without even realizing it.

Things escalated quickly. I... well… I had to make a choice. I chose to betray him to keep up my own cover and stick with my father's mission. And yeah, it was brutal— there was a literal fight to the death involved. I tried to convince him at first to surrender without fighting, but of course B didn't listen and refused to back down. I can’t even begin to explain how much it hurt to turn on someone I came to respect, even love…. uhh…. like a brother, of course.

And then, to rub salt to the wound, once I arrested him, my boss (FUCK HIM FUCK HIM FUCK HIM FUCK DIE BITCH) ordered me to flog B publicly till he fell to his knees and begged for mercy. Yeah, those were his exact words, that bastard! I felt like I had no choice, so I did what I was told. And it was one of the worst days of my life. I kept asking B to kneel so I could end the torture, but he is one stubborn and tough motherfucker and decided he would rather suffer through a public torture session than kneel. My dickface boss and his bitch wife weren't satisfied with how little blood I was drawing out of B, so they kept escalating the torture until B couldn't take it anymore and fell unconscious.

I ended up hurting him so badly, both physically and emotionally. It is fucking me up, honestly. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't even get out of my bed right now. I honestly feel like dying.

So, AITA for betraying and hurting my best friend to accomplish my father's mission? I did what I thought was necessary to save countless lives, but I can’t shake the feeling that maybe I went too far.

Edit: No, B did not know that I worked for the people who kidnapped his sister. He did not befriend me to take advantage of my position, as some of you have been implying. He did not, I repeat, he did NOT betray me. If anyone has betrayed and wronged him, it's me!

Edit 2: No, I didn't tell B my real intentions and my father's mission. Didn't you read the post? I am working UNDERCOVER!

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mackjlee9 · 2 years ago

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okay so i got another idea with leon 🥴 totally up to you if you're interedted in writing it

i was thinking of something like reader being Leon's bisexual awakening since he was recruted by the government but he has never liked another man before so he literally was kinda clueless until Claire was like "sir the demons you're fighting is bisexuality" and everything inside Leon clicked cuz for YEARS man has been wondering "mhm why do i get this horrendous feeling when some atractive dude is talking to him and why I kinda wanna kiss him?" Until after the infinite darkness shit happens and reader finally asks Leon out and they finally smooch lmao. (I kinda see claire being the one setting them together bc seeing how oblivious both are is annoying.)

This ended up... A little different 😅

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Fluff]

All the timelines in this one shot; after re2, before re4 (+mention of the mission), re:degeneration & re:infinite darkness.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil

Well, that's strange.

Leon just ignored the weird sensation he felt when his eyes landed on (M/n). This was the first time he had seen the man in person after being recruited to work for the U.S Government, however, he had heard a lot about him and he already looked up to him and admired him, of course, he never said that, especially after seeing how some reacted to being called "hero" and such, so he kept his admiration for himself.

(M/n) was known around for working close to the President, for getting his job done quickly and efficiently, and for deciding to stay alone everywhere he went.

With the few people Leon had talked to, that had known (M/n) for longer, they had told him how the (h/c) haired male had remained working without a partner for years, after his entire unit was wiped out when he had barely gotten started as an agent.

For years, Leon has spent every day of his life feeling like he was invisible to (M/n) since he was mostly focused on his task at hand or gone on a mission, but there was the occasional glance at him that would make him flinch and smile, or the rare moments where (M/n) would smile at him and Leon just couldn't hold back the bright smile growing on his face, looking down as his face heat up.

He's so handsome... I wanna kiss-

"Kennedy!" He was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard his name being called, one of his the President's agents was beckoning him to follow which he did, the stoic expression returning to his face, "Come on."

Just then Leon realized he was being taken to the President's office and he wondered what the reason could be. Did he do something wrong? Was he gonna get fired? Or... Terminated?

He was having a full panic attack in his brain but remained with an expressionless face as always, taking quiet steps into the office.

"I brought him over, sir," the President, Adam Graham, who was standing looking out the window, turned around to look at Leon. He signaled the couch for him to sit as he walked over too, sitting across from the blond.

"I have a mission for you, Leon."

Turns out, his daughter Ashley had been kidnapped when she was coming home from her college in Massachusetts and he was the agent assigned to rescue her. Leon itched to ask why him specifically when (M/n) was basically the best agent, and Adam smiled as he held back a chuckle, enjoying the confusion on Leon's face.

"Agent (L/n) was the one that recommended me to give you this mission, he has other stuff to do and apologized for not being able to do it himself, but he said he trusts your abilities," he stood up and extended his hand at Leon, "and so do I."

Leon felt his body getting warmer and he stood up, holding the President's hand with a firm grip, determination shining in his blue eyes.

"I will bring her back safe, sir."

//////

It was only a couple of days later when Leon arrives back home, and observes how Ashley runs straight to her father's arms, crying after everything they had gone through in Spain.

Leon sighs at the sight and rolls his right shoulder, feeling the tense muscles twitching slightly after all the stress he was put through... And now he had to do the paperwork, so annoying... I just want a beer, dinner, and fucking sleep for a month.

While he was debating whether he should silently leave or wait, a hand was placed on his shoulder, its warmth seeping through his shirt.

"Well done, Leon," it was (M/n). Leon turned to look at him, lips parting slightly and cheeks heating up at the sight of (M/n)'s gentle smile.

"I, uh... Thank you, sir," he stuttered for a moment before regaining his composure, talking with a serious tone, and he saw how (M/n)'s nose crinkled.

"There's no need to call me sir, just (M/n) is fine," Leon lets out a deep sigh when he hears the sound of (M/n)'s laugh. And again, he couldn't help but think how attractive the man was.

Leon was so confused and felt strange at these thoughts he kept having- that he always sort of had but were much more often and intense than in previous years, and he wondered why it happened, he just assumed it was the fact that he looked up to (M/n) and thought he was an impressive and very skilled agent, that he did, he really did, but there was something else there.

In the following months (M/n) and he had gotten quite close, and had been assigned partner on many missions.

And now, standing outside the airport and out of hearing range, observing with a confused frown how the woman he called friend was laughing at him.

"Can you not laugh at me, Claire? I'm being serious," the red-haired woman wiped the tears gathering in her eyes and stared into Leon's eyes, releasing muffled chuckles before she could articulate her sentence, "Claire."

Leon was about to leave as he felt like one of the few persons he could trust was making fun of him, but she held his arm as he apologized.

"Sorry, sorry, it's just..." Her smile widened, a painful glint shining in her eyes, "That thing you're feeling is called... Attraction, Leon, you feel attracted to (M/n), even if you're both guys," Leon's frown deepened, crossing his arms over his chest, more confused than before.

"But I'm not gay," Claire looked at him as if he was dumb, which well... He kind of was, but anyway-!

"I'm not saying you're gay, Leon," she placed her hand on his shoulder, "Do you feel attraction toward women?" The blond nodded, fully convinced of this fact and Claire chuckled again, "Do you feel attraction toward men?"

Now it took Leon a while longer to answer, blinking repeatedly every few seconds, searching in his memories if he had ever felt attracted toward a man, other than (M/n), and well... Yeah, he kind of did.

"I think so..." He mumbled, and Claire made eye contact with him.

"That's called bisexuality, Leon, and there's nothing wrong with that," while Claire turned around and started walking away, she glanced over her shoulder and winked at Leon, "Go ask him out, I'm sure he won't reject you anyway."

//////

The only wrong thing was realizing and coming to terms with that for Leon. Even more so because he has found himself staring for longer periods of time at (M/n)'s eyes, lips, neck, chest... His whole body was making him react like a horny teenager and well, he couldn't say he hated it, but he didn't want it to happen as often as it did, especially at work.

Leon just had to live with the knowledge of being bisexual... Which was proving to be harder than he had initially assumed. Feeling internally conflicted whenever he saw (M/n) working out and covered in sweat, or when they both walked into the bathroom to take a shower. Poor Leon, he was down bad and... Kind of horny too.

But now, after being done with a mission in Pittsburgh involving bioterrorism, they were both getting in the helicopter that had come to pick them up after being called on an important reunion with the President, wanting them to arrive as soon as possible.

The ride was pretty much silent, but there was a moment when his mind had started wandering around, the gruesome images they had seen back there flashing in his mind, making him sick to his stomach, and he knew Leon was thinking and feeling the same way with how quiet he was.

Looking at him, (M/n) saw Leon's hand laying still on his lap and he reached over to hold it, effectively catching him off-guard. Leon looked down at their hands before looking up at (M/n), who showed him a reassuring smile while squeezing his hand, telling him a silent 'I'm here'. Leon felt glad at the gesture and wordless reassurance, smiling back at (M/n) and squeezing his hand too.

He could feel how his heartbeat sped up, his stomach getting all tingly, and his face heating up with a blush. (M/n) saw Leon's whole body relax as he took a deep breath, turning to stare out the window again.

The pilot wanted to say something but soon realized he was gonna ruin some sort of moment so he remained quiet, only talking when he was approaching the heliport and required confirmation for landing.

//////

(M/n) almost didn't want to stay locked there until they came back, but the President had asked him to and he couldn't refuse an order from the man, so he did as told.

"Careful out there, Lee," Leon nodded and started running after Jason and Shen May, something wasn't right, but he didn't have the time to think about it, he had to enter the bunker and protect the President- everyone present if needed.

During the whole duration of this mission, (M/n) only craved one thing, being with Leon, and now, as they flew in the President's private jet to Penamstan he couldn't stop thinking about seeing and being with him. Leon hasn't communicated with him yet and even though he tried not to, he was worried, definitely worried about him despite knowing his abilities.

(M/n) followed the President and stood in the crowd, deciding on playing the part of a security guard. He observed Patrick stop Adam before he reached the podium and he told him something, before he resumed his way and stood there, speaking into the microphones. He was not too sure of what Adam had said, and couldn't pay much attention when, right as the President finished his speech, his phone rang in his pocket, taking it out and reading the message that showed on the screen.

"You wanna grab some dinner and a few beers back home?" (M/n) didn't find it in himself to feel mad at Leon when he was being this adorable without realizing it.

"Sure, but I expect an explanation, Kennedy," Leon saw the message pop up and he smiled at it, chuckling to himself and blushing as he walked away and into the elevator, completely oblivious to Claire's sweet smile.

Contacting Patrick briefly, Leon made his way toward them, nodding to the curly-haired male as a greeting, smiling and waving at (M/n) when he saw him walking toward them.

Standing there while they waited, Leon proceeded to explain to them what had happened, besides the brief explanation he had given to Patrick. Hearing everything made (M/n) really mad at himself for not excusing himself before running after Leon to help, he knew he wasn't a damsel in distress but... The thought that something could've happened to Leon and he wouldn't have known...

It was painful. And he realized that... He couldn't keep holding back his feelings for him anymore.

The three of them watched how the President left, and now they had to sort stuff out there, go to the U.S embassy and such, but now, with Patrick saying a quick bye, (M/n) and Leon have been left alone, staring at the sunset.

It was beautiful truly, but (M/n) would rather miss it just to stare at something beyond beautiful, something angelic and close to perfection.

His eyes were only looking at Leon, observing how pretty his blue eyes looked reflecting the warm colors of the sun, and he finally found it in himself to talk.

"A hero, eh?" Leon turned to look at him and (M/n) swears he saw him blushing before he glanced away with a chuckle.

"Is everyone gonna call me a hero now then?" (M/n) only smiled in response, and soon the silence continued, but neither of them minded, silences were always comfortable when they were together.

But there was still this nag in the back of (M/n)'s mind, thinking how everything could've gone to shit, and he needed Leon.

"Leon..." He heard (M/n) whispering his name and he turned to look at him, frowning when he realized the conflict obvious on his face, "Just... Hit me if you don't like it, okay?"

Before Leon had time to process his question, he saw (M/n) getting closer and closer, finally pressing their lips together. Leon was left wide-eyed, but a moan left his mouth at the feeling of (M/n)'s lips on his, lifting his arms and wrapping them around the (h/c) haired's neck, kissing him harder and a little bit rougher.

"I could never hit you," was the first thing Leon said when he pulled back, laughing a bit, "And you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he mumbled against (M/n)'s lips before kissing him again, their lips moving together in a slow pace, wide smiles plastered on their faces.

(M/n)'s hands placed themselves on Leon's hips, and pulled back again, pressing their forehead together.

"Exactly... How long, hm?" Leon chuckled feeling rather shy at the question, but rather more at the answer.

"About a year ago, when... I realized you were my bisexual awakening," (M/n) bit his lip and held in his chuckles.

"Well," he pulled Leon closer to his body, opening his eyes and leaning closer to Leon's ear, "I'll hope I can awaken more things in you, darling."

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icycoldninja · 9 months ago

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Can you write the DMC boys with a reader who’s extremely wary, if not, straight up paranoid around men?

Like on the surface, you can see that she’s seemingly chill around men, but internally, she’s shitting herself due to how uncomfortable she is around them

To sum up how badly paranoid she is around them, I can give you some examples:

- If she gets called by someone whom she knew is a man, she’ll most likely would not pick up because she can’t tell a difference between a kidnapping scenario and a normal phone call -> leads to her sometimes not picking up their phone calls ( intentionally) unless someone else whom she trusts is beside her to rescue her

- If a man ask her to accompany them to somewhere else, she would internally panic because she thinks to herself “Should I propose to going out in public so incase he did try to kill me, I can easily scream for help?!”; “Will he ask me out?! How would he react if I reject him?! Will he orchestrate a plan to kidnap me and rape me?!” ; etc when in reality, that man could be asking for her help, shining the flashlight so he could fix his car easily -> leads to her only hanging out with the boys in public or anywhere that has the presence of other people, which means, not a lot of privacy between both of them

- If the boys and the reader sleep together, she would lowkey be ecstatic but mainly paranoid as hell, to the point where she could imagine 100 kinds of scenarios in which the boys could be taking advantage of her when she sleeps so she secretly hides a dagger underneath her pillow and pretend to fall asleep so the boys do not grow suspicious of her. In reality, she’s very much awake and alert, staring at them eyes wide open, not dare blinking asleep with a dagger close to her heart, ready to fight back -> her having sleepless nights and grows extremely exhausted much to the boy’s confusion, wondering how tired she must be even though they do saw her falling asleep ( presumably )

-If she had to walk home alone, she would hold her precious Swiss knife close to her heart, ears and eyes always be on the lookout for even a faint sound or image, ready to strike and would stare down at a man across the street to back off and leave her alone, even when the man could be minding his own business -> leads to her being too independent sometimes and not wanting to accept their help taking her home because she thinks they would take advantage of her as well which honestly dishearten them

-She always carry around a pack of condom in case if she did unfortunately get 🍇’d, she can still prevent sex-related diseases and unwanted pregnancies

That affects their live life a lot because they felt that they’ve never been connected to the reader as she always seemingly repulse from them. It isn’t until they saw how comfortable she is around women and uncomfortable around (not only them) other men as well

That leads to them coerce her into answering them, not straight up being a pushover did she sobs and told them

P/S: That’s how I act around men and I can’t help myself….It’s exhausting because I can’t feel connected to anyone and have genuine friendships and relationships with someone of the opposite gender without coming up with multiple scenarios of how they would kidnap me, torture me, sa’d me

I'm so sorry to hear that. I know my words are meaningless since I'm just a stranger on the internet, but I hope you can heal from whatever is causing this, because as someone who has a father and brother, I can tell you not all men are like that, only the real trashy ones. Hope you enjoy.

Sparda boys + V x Paranoid!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante doesn't understand why you're so paranoid. He knows he might come off as intimidating to some, but he's not a bad guy, trust him!

-He won't push you to hang out with him because he's sure that if he gives you space, you might warm up to him.

-This only partially works, as you don't ever want to go anywhere with him unless other people will be around, which made it really hard to establish a relationship.

-Dante refuses to give up, though, and kept trying, mostly communicating with you over the phone, even though you rarely picked up. Most people would have just given up and left you to your devices, but he refuses to let that happen.

-When you guys eventually establish a relationship and sleep together for the first time, you're still paranoid as hell and keep your knife under your pillow. Of course, once Dante starts cuddling up to you, your fear starts to dissipate.

-Indeed, for while Dante could easily snap your neck in half, he would never do such a thing. He loves you with all his heart and does nothing but try to protect and soothe you, even when you resist.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil understands he is a very imposing man, so he does not question your fearfulness. He leaves you be, not wanting any drama, and just some quiet time so he can read his book.

-You got a lot of encouragement from the DMC girls to go up and talk to him, but you always refused. At some point, the whole DMC staff had to go on a giant mission, and since everyone would be there, you figured it would be safe to go too.

-It took Vergil saving your life from a particularly nasty creature for you to understand that he is looking out for you, even if he never shows it.

-You're still very on edge around him, especially at home, but after watching you take your knife with you to the bathroom, Vergil decided to put an end to all that and sit you down on the couch before explaining that he has never even thought about harming you in any way.

-It's unlikely you'll be getting over this fear anytime soon, but at least you can rest a little easy knowing Vergil isn't going to try anything without asking you first.

-And when he said he'd ask for permission, he meant about everything, he might as well ask if he can breathe the same air as you.

□ Nero □

-Nero was recommended to you by Nico, whom you trust. She gave him glowing reviews, and even dragged you over to say hi.

-Nero was informed beforehand about your paranoia and did his best to make you feel comfortable, though that was very difficult.

-You guys only hang out when Nico and Kyrie are around, but still, you managed to create a pretty strong friendship.

-You still refused to pick up the phone when he called or answer any of his texts, but you guys managed to make it work, somehow.

-When you guys finally get into a relationship, you're still pretty nervous, but Nero is so nice and protective of you, you can't help but wonder if your fears are no longer necessary.

-He really is the sweetest boy in the world, and may be the key to healing you.

● V ●

-V is not like other guys, literally. He has a talking bird that encourages you to say hi, always whispering things in your ear.

-Yes, you're terrified and uncomfortable beyond comprehension, but V just doesn't seem that bad. He actually looks harmless.

-Griffon is constantly assuring you V wouldn't do anything to hurt you, because he can't really fight without his familiars, and according to Griffon, all his familiars love you.

-You are still extremely wary and keep your knife about you at all times, even when you get into a relationship and all that.

-V is such a sweetheart, though, doing his best to make you feel loved and comfortable, not trying anything unless you want him to.

-When you need space, V will give you space, no hard feelings, no worries.

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rarepairdumpster · 4 months ago

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Pirate AU

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Pirate King Silco, Noble Viktor, Trans Viktor, Virgin Viktor, Mildly Dub Con, Silco is actually big on consent but he likes to kidnap people, it's complicated

Pirate AU where Silco captures Viktor on his wedding day a la POTC.

Silco views it as having rescued the whelp from a life of misery with that poncey nobleman.

Silco being unfailingly restrained in how he deals with the boy, even as Viktor kicks at him or tries to punch him or spit at him.

He wants to throw the boy down and fuck him until he screams.

But he wants the boy to want it.

And so, Viktor spends most of his time with manacles on.

Silco doesn't raise his voice. And he doesn't hit him.

But his hand is always firm and tight when he grips Viktor's face.

Viktor stays stubborn, definitely ignoring his body's reaction to how Silco handles him.

Silco taunts him about it.

"You just have to say the word, pet," Silco purrs, pushing his sheathed cutlass between Viktor's legs.

Viktor starts to cuss, but it morphs into a moan as the sheathed cutlass slides up through his drenched folds.

Silco steps closer, the sword sliding against Viktor, the pressure lightly increasing as he goes.

"One word," Silco smirks. "I'll even tell them you fought me tooth and nail, if you wish."

"I don't want you," Viktor pants, sweat breaking out on his face. His whole body is trembling. "I want my betrothed."

Silco laughs, sharp and mocking. "Oh, you're going to have to do much better than that," he sharply turns Viktor's face to the side and leans in close. "How long are we going to do this dance? Hmm?"

"You're delusional," Viktor spits.

Silco slides the sheathed cutlass away, almost rapidly, and Viktor whine at the friction.

Silco let's out another mocking laugh.

"So stubborn, and for what?" Silco huffs. "Can't you see you were no more than a commodity to that man? You're loyalty to him is pointless because I promise he has none to you."

"He's likely already married someone else," Silco shrugs.

And Viktor tears up angrily, because he knows it's been 6 months. He knows how handsome and popular Jayce is.

Silco's eyes soften for a moment. "You know, you don't have to love me. I honestly don't even expect you to like me for a good while." Silco reaches up to wipe a tear, but Viktor jerks his face away.

Silco sighs and let's him go, shoves him down onto the bed and steps away.

He moves to the door and stops.

"Noblemen don't know how to love, boy. You'd have figured that out eventually."

Then the ship hits a storm.

And Viktor is terrified when Silco hauls him above deck, thinking the pirate might just let the waves take him after all.

But instead, Silco loops a harness of rope around him and secures the other end to the mast.

"Whatever happens, you'll be fine," Silco shouts in his face, through the wind and rain. "I promise!"

And then a wave hits the ship, and both of them are knocked off their feet.

Viktor is kept secure by the rope.

But Silco almost goes overboard.

The realization that he does care about Silco hits Viktor like a ton of bricks.

Once the storm has subsided, and Silco has checked all the vital ropes, he makes his way over to Viktor.

"Congratulations, pet," Silco teases. "You've survived your first storm."

Viktor is trembling, both because of the realisation and because he's soaked to the skin and cold.

Silco is startled when Viktor voluntarily reaches for him, curling his fingers into his soaked brocade jacket. Thinks the storm must have spooked him more than he thought.

"Don't worry," Silco assures, face softening. He pets Viktor's chilly cheek. "We're going below decks to dry up now."

"Wait," Viktor tugs on Silco's jacket as he tries to move them. "I-I'm sorry."

Silco wipes a few droplets from his own face, feeling them tickle towards his eye.

"What for, pet?"

"For saying you were delusional," Viktor croaks, eyes stinging and throat beginning to ache

"Ah, admitting I'm right?" Silco smirks.

"Don't ruin it," Viktor whispers as surges forward to kiss Silco.

Silco welcomes him easily, one hand rising to cup the back of his head and the other falling to clutch at the small of his back.

Within moments, Silco has scooped Viktor into his arms.

"Now take me to bed before I change my mind," Viktor teases, tightening his arms around Silco's neck

And God, Silco does.

Silco is as powerful and confident as ever, crawling over Viktor like a dangerous feline.

Viktor moans and squirms under Silco, his arms being held above him with one strong hand as the other quickly divests him of clothing.

The sheathed cutlass was the first time Viktor was touched sexually, and now, with Silco's hand between his legs, Viktor feels like he's on fire.

Viktor is embarrassed that a few simple touches are enough to send him careening over the edge.

"I'm sorry I--"

"No, no," Silco kisses Viktor's neck, and up his jaw. "Don't apologize for pleasure, pet. Not once."

Viktor covers his eyes with his hand. He feels like he just fell apart. Like he'll fall apart again if Silco looks at him. Very embarrassingly, he tears up again.

"I've never done this before. I've never--"

Silco smiles against his ear and chuckles into his skin.

"Oh, I know, pet. I knew from the first moment I saw you."

"And you don't mind?"

Silco raises himself above Viktor and pulls Viktor's hand off of his eyes. "On the contrary. I find it quite exhilarating."

Viktor licks his lips as he's forced to look at Silco.

Silco let's his fingers skim over sensitive skin.

Viktor shivers. Already, he can feel himself aching, wanting more.

"There is a certain power," Silco purrs, "in being the first to touch someone, to hear their noises and know no one else has heard them."

Viktor gasps and looks up at Silco through lidded eyes. "I make you feel powerful, Captain?"

Silco almost curses. Fuck, this boy is a temptation.

"Incredibly."

Silco makes his way down Viktor's body, spreading his legs and taking a moment to lick his lips before diving between Viktor's drenched folds.

Viktor let's out a startled yelp, hands shooting down automatically. He doesn't know whether he wants to push Silco's face away or pull him closer.

Silco moans at Viktor's sweet taste and uses one hand to hold his hips down while the other slips two fingers easily inside him.

Viktor feels the moan fucking vibrate through his groin, and he tries to buck against the hand holding him down.

The fingers are calloused and wicked, dragging against his walls with a relentlessness that makes Viktor whine.

Viktor tightens his hand in Silco's hair, bringing his other fist to his mouth as he feels his climax starting to come again.

Silco's fingers go deep, curving inside of Viktor and he can feel himself clench down on them as Viktor's orgasm rips through him once again, somehow better than the first.

Silco pulls his fingers out with care and smirks; the blanket is soaked from the gush of Viktor's orgasm.

It takes Viktor a min to realize the blanket is wet under him.

Viktor is panting hard as Silco returns to kiss his forehead, cheek, then lips, letting Viktor taste himself on his lips.

Viktor can feel the solid heat of Silco between his legs, sliding against his wet and oversensitive folds as Silco rocks against him and kisses him.

Part of Viktor, the part of him that was raised to be a good "girl", knows he should push Silco away.

That he shouldn't let him slip it in.

The other, larger part of Viktor wants Silco with every fibre of his being.

Viktor only takes a moment to decide that girl has been gone long ago and wraps his legs around Silco. As Silco pushes in, Viktor moans from the feeling of being so full.

Silco calling him my darling my pet, my sweet boy when he bottoms out and takes a moment to relish that squeezing heat around his cock.

And then he begins to rock, slow and shallow at first, but harder and deeper as Viktor relaxes around his girth (Not easy, Silco knows; he's been told his cock is a monster more than once)

"Mine," Silco gasps as Viktor claws at his back. "Mine"

Arch + Woods

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jessilynallendilla · 6 months ago

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BEN 10 FIC REC

TITLE/LINK RATING COMPLETED-WORD-COUNT SERIES

let me know if the links aren't working and feel free to suggest any

Cold G 2,161

Just because Ben isn't an Anodite like Gwen doesn't mean that he doesn't have anything in common with his grandmother.

Back To The Future? T

It should have been a routine in-and-out mission. So when things go wrong (as per usual) and Ben thinks he's dead for sure, he's a bit surprised to find himself waking up in the Rustbucket with a ten-year-old Gwen sleeping on the bunk below him, and the calendar on the RV fridge indicating that it was the middle of June in 2006.

Arguably, The Second Worst Thing To Happen To Rook Blonko T 3,849

Ben and Rook meet as kids, during the same summer Ben got the Omnitrix. When Rook can't be returned to his home planet, he ends up in Max Tennyson's care, and he and Ben become best friends.

Ben 10 Writing Prompts G 5,471

A series of Ben 10 writing prompts on tumblr that people, and I, wanted to be saved onto AO3. Here ya go.

Black Stripes M

With the Omnitrix around his wrist Ben's mission in life is to solely help in creating a better universe, however on a mission with his Grandfather Max he never expected to see just how ugly the universe could really be. With a submissive feline type alien bound to his side in servitude Ben's finding out once again just how ugly the universe is, and just how small he is compared to those who wish to tear him and everyone he loves down.

Benmommy G 2,124

Kenny and Gwendolyn (and Devlin) find out that they have older brothers. Ben attempts to be a parent to his other kids.

14 Of 10 G

Set After Vengeance of Vilgax. Ben soon gets word of a Poacher kidnapping fourteen Necrofriggians and leaps into action. After his team rescues his babies, Ben decides it’s better for them to return to Earth and be raised there due to them having more humanity in them, causing other Necrofriggians to isolate them from others of their species. How will the Tennyson’s react with the latest members of their family coming?

Cross Your Heart (And Hope To Die) T 150,756 SERIES

By some cruel twist of fate, it was a freak accident that killed Ben Tennyson. When Rook received a cosmic second chance at undoing the disaster that he blamed himself for, he first thought of it as a blessing. Until the same day repeated again. And again and again and again.

Metamorphosis T

Suddenly, and without explanation, the Omnitrix becomes more. Ben, himself, becomes More. And maybe a little less human along the way. Or, Yes, Rook, Ben’s Eyes Have Always Been This Green, Giving Electric Shocks by Accident is Helpful Actually, How Many Eyes Do Humans Have Anyways, Ben Can Hear Every Equation, The Terrifying Ordeal of One the Most Powerful Tools in The Universe Attached To Your Body, Hey Attaching Alien Technology To Your Body Hurts Actually, The Watch Is Sentient, Ignore Ben's Left Arm It Has Always Been This Black and Green!

Soccer Moms Drive Minivans T 3,001

PTA meetings get infinitely more interesting when one of the parents is barely twenty and also the father of fourteen alien babies.

Keep the Charm But Don't Break My Heart T

There's one thing about Big Chill's Offspring that needs to be said: They'll do anything to find one another but also they're children that still need a bit of help. Luckily, Ben is willing to step in and help them. Or: A series of one-shots centred around each of the children as they find their way back home again.

CROSSOVERS

Who Are You? T 92,750

Danny was on patrol when he felt a prick on his side. Later on, he wakes up in a cell where a boy is thrown in by mysterious men in black and white uniforms. The two of them becomes friends when another boy their age enters their cell to do his job. The results was unsatisfactory for everyone. What will happen to the three boys?

Space Hockey And Mothbabies T 2,941 SERIES

Danny takes an unexpected trip to the omniverse, Kevin owes Danny a favor, and Ben suffers for his crimes against ghost kind.

Omni-Justice NR 1,483

The Justice League is luckily in a meeting when an alien conqueror issues a challenge to Earth. They began planning almost immediately but Green Lantern put a stop to it instantly. It’s not their challenge to answer so they can not interfere.

What Is A Kryptonian And Why Is He In My Omnitrix T

Ben 10 finds his way into the DC universe. Shenanigans ensue.

Ben, You're A Mother!? G

While in a fight with Captain Cold, Flash discovers a small blue little moth alien that has strayed too far from home. This leads the Justice League down a path of finding out a whole lot of new things about their new teammate and recruit, Ben Tennyson. One of those things being the fact that he is apparently a mother to fourteen little ice moth babies! Hilarity, chaos, and family shenanigans ensue

#ben 10 #fic rec

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themculibrary · 2 months ago

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Protective!Steve (2) Masterlist

part one

A Company Man (ao3) - mambo steve/bucky E, 75k

Summary: It’s the way that Bucky smiles at Steve from across his desk. No, it’s the way that Bucky’s hand brushes Steve’s as they stand side by side in an elevator not crowded enough to justify their closeness. Or maybe it’s the whispered conversations every Saturday night, the way Bucky saves Steve’s number under a different name in his phone.

No matter what it is, the truth is the same: Steve Rogers is in love with Bucky Barnes, a married man.

and you're out (ao3) - Zekkass steve/tony M, 4k

Summary: A villain kidnaps Tony and removes his arc reactor and Steve's the one to rescue him. Tony proceeds to try and deal with this. Steve tries not to think about the gaping hole he saw in Tony's chest.

Breaking Point (ao3) - itsallAvengers steve/tony M, 6k

Summary: They torture Tony to try and get information out of Steve

Distracted by a Dime (ao3) - happyaspie T, 56k

Summary: Peter Parker thinks he has everything figured out. Where he can eat, sleep and make a little bit of money. What he needs to do in order to continue attending Midtown High and being Queen’s friendly neighborhood Spider-man. How to keep his entire situation under wraps and most importantly, who he can trust.

Then, along comes Tony Stark with an offer he can’t refuse. The plan is to remain professional, to not get too close to the Stark-Rogers’ family. Not getting comfortable means not slipping up and saying anything that he can’t take back.

…but for Peter- things rarely go as planned…

Don’t Call Captain America Dad (ao3) - Eudoxia steve/tony, peter/wade N/R, 2k

Summary: Peter accidentally tells his parents he’s Spider-man. And now he has to deal with his stupid parents being stupid. And overprotective.

Happiness Is Homemade (ao3) - Icylightning steve/tony T, 40k

Summary: Tony and Steve are married for fifteen years now. Their life is simple and good until they decide to adopt a teenager named Peter Parker who’s going to turn their life upside down.

Happy Again (ao3) - Legends_Never_Die steve/tony T, 31k

Summary: Peter can’t take this dads’ fighting anymore. He can’t take the arguing. He finds comfort with his secret new found friend Bucky. Bucky looks a lot like his Pop’s old friend Bucky Barnes from back in the 40s. But it wasn’t him. He was dead. Right?

Have I told you (That I'm Glad You're Here?) (ao3) - RedpathArcade steve/tony N/R, 1k

Summary: "What the hell was that Stark?" Steve barked, storming into Tony's workshop. The blond was still in his Captain America outfit, shield strapped to his back. Tony also still had his suit on. Face-plate up and Steve took in the pained expression on the Brunets face. And maybe given the situation he should be gentle, but he was simply too furious.

Helpless (ao3) - Crematosis steve/tony T, 6k

Summary: When Tony is attacked by voodoo spells, Steve wishes he could do more to protect him.

idyll interrupted (ao3) - almond_blossoms steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: Peter is just trying to enjoy his book out in the sun. Cue three way too bold paparazzi who ruin that for him, and fiercly protective parents Tony and Steve.

Insomnia (ao3) - Scavenge4Dreams steve/tony E, 10k

Summary: Its 3am. Do you know where your Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist is?

In Which Steve Doesn't Take Kindly to Shovel Talk (ao3) - love_in_the_stars steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: When warning Tony Stark not to break Steve's heart, Bucky probably shouldn't have threatened to remove the arc reactor.

Luck of the Irish Stroll (ao3) - GoldBlooded steve/bucky E, 8k

Summary: Every year Steve and Sam go on the Irish Stroll Bar Crawl, and ever since their first time on the Stroll four years ago, Steve and Sam cross paths with Bucky and Natasha.

Every year they drink and celebrate in a little group, and every year Steve’s world is rocked by the gorgeous, blue-eyed man that has captivated him since they first locked eyes fighting over a couple of pints of Guinness from the bartender.

Every year that man takes Steve to bed, and every year he makes Steve feel more alive than he'd ever thought possible.

But Steve's starting to want and need more of Bucky… will this be the year he can make it last for more than one night?

Proprietary Information (ao3) - notlucy steve/bucky E, 85k

Summary: Okay, so Bucky Barnes has a crush on Steve Rogers. The guy's gorgeous, talented and, oh yeah, the Chief Design Officer of the biggest tech company in the world. In other words: he's so far out of Bucky's league that he might as well be in a different stratosphere.

Sick Peter (ao3) - starrylovers steve/tony G, 3k

Summary: Peter is sick and tries to hide it from his parents. But that never goes to well.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #steve rogers #protective!steve #protective!steve masterlist #protectiveness #tony stark #bucky barnes #peter parker

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veryace-ficrecs · 1 year ago

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Tim Joins the BatFam Early Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

the butler's neighbor by deargalileo - Rated G

it starts with a baseball, thrown onto the wayne's property. it's alfred's job to deal with such happenings, of course. but over tea and galas, it turns into so much more.

after all, why should bruce be the only one allowed to adopt any child that he finds?

the capillaries in my eyes are bursting by Scarlet_Ribbons - Rated T

Bruce grunts, standing up. “Jenkins said the same. What about what you weren’t told?” And without dissembling, Jason says, “I think they fucked that kid up, B.” [Jack and Janet die. As things get weirder and weirder, it feels like Tim might be at the center of the unfolding conspiracy.]

An (almost) Foolproof Lie by HiddenDreamer67 - Rated T

“No, they don’t leave me totally alone.” Tim hurriedly explained. “My neighbor Bruce Wayne looks after me.” Batman stared at him for a long while. “Bruce Wayne.” He parroted slowly. (A young Tim Drake gets kidnapped by Falcone. When Batman rescues him, Tim tells Batman that Bruce Wayne is his temporary guardian. Oddly enough, Batman isn’t fooled by this perfect cover story.)

Anton Syndrome by Anonymous - Rated M

Tim's parents have been away for six months and counting—the longest he's ever been left alone at one time—and it's starting to have some unpleasant side effects. Luckily, he has a solution. OR, the one where Tim attempts prostitution to cure his touch starvation. His plan goes wrong pretty much from step one, but it all works out for the better.

I'll Stand By You by TaraLaurel - Rated T

"I'm not going to ask you why you're out here, kid," Jason nods. "That's your business and you don't know me or Dick to trust us." Not true. Tim trusts Jason Todd and Dick Grayson with his life. Just not with, the other stuff. "But," Jason continues, "if you want to tell me what got you here, or you just want to talk about anything, you can, with me. Dick too. He's an annoying ray of sunshine that won't ever shut up most of the time, but he is actually a good listener. I'd know." OR When Tim's parents find out Tim's secret, they kick him out. Now, on Thanksgiving, Tim is living on the streets and is thankful for the two strangers currently saving him from getting his face pounded into the pavement. Wait...those aren't strangers...

Just a Typical Monday Morning by Writer_loves_tropes - Rated T

There are three things in life that Timothy Drake knows for sure. One, Tim is the greatest retro Guitar Hero player in the world (even if the wonderful people at the Guinness Book of World Records won’t rightfully acknowledge this fact). Two, Tim is allergic to walnuts. He’s convinced his parents that he’s allergic to spinach too because he hates it. He’s pretty sure when his parents find out, they’re going to make him eat spinach casserole for dinner for a whole week as punishment. And the third thing Tim knows for sure? He’s sure that on this typical Monday morning, the entire Gotham High School thinks Timothy Jackson Drake is Robin, Batman’s vigilante sidekick. A random locker check and the real Robin stashing his suit in Tim’s locker is all it took to turn Tim’s typical Monday morning into one of the craziest Mondays of his life.

Brother Wanted by Vamillepudding - Rated G

Well-behaved boy (10) is looking for big brother (11-15). Must meet up with me three times a week, for at least two hours each. Overall duties include helping me with homework, playing videogames with me, and showing me how to play catch. 10$ per hour. Tim, lonely and in desperate need of company, decides that if his parents are not going to give him a sibling, he's going to hire one instead. Luckily, Jason Todd-Wayne shows up in the nick of time.

Holy security breach, Batman! by destiny919 - Rated G

Janet finally shoos him away towards the hors d'oeuvres or drinks table with the tacit understanding that she doesn't want to see him again until the end of the gala. And probably not even then, it wouldn't be the first time the Drakes forgot to take him home with them and Tim had to discreetly call an Uber before the host noticed and made Tim embarrass his parents. For this gala, however, he almost hopes they forget him again, because tonight Tim has a plan. They're at Wayne Manor, and Tim is going to find the Batcave.

wrong number by adelfie - Rated G

There’s a few rings, then the phone picks up. “Wayne Residence.” That’s funny, Tim thinks, Mrs. Mac doesn’t sound like herself. -- On a hot July evening while home alone, eight-year-old Tim gets a fever. He means to ask Mrs. Mac for help — but ends up accidentally calling Alfred Pennyworth. Somehow, even in sickness, he wins all the hearts of the Wayne family in one fell swoop.

assaulting existence with improbability by destiny919 - Rated T

"Where's Batman?" the kid demands. "We need to show him." Jason decides to go with the easy question. "Show him what?" The kid gives him an incredulous look. "Proof you didn't kill Garzonas, what else?"

5 Times Tim Spends the Night at Wayne Manor + 1 Time He Comes Home by motleyfam - Rated T

Tim is good at galas.

No, scratch that—Tim is great at galas. He’s been attending them ever since the age of three, when his parents first stuffed him into his little Gymboree tuxedo and gave him a stern lecture about ‘sitting quietly’ and ‘speaking when spoken to.’ He knows all the rules: what to wear, how to stand, when to smile, what to say, what not to say. He knows how to come across as polite and intelligent and charming, and on absolutely any other day, he would be rocking this.

#veryace recs #batman #batman fic recs #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #robin #red robin #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

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milliesfishes · 1 year ago

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I’m obsessed with your Billy writing omg. Can you do a hurt/comfort where reader was kidnapped by rivals or something and he absolutely loses it until Reader is safe and then is just so doting and protective afterwards?

౨ৎ꣑ৎyou get kidnapped and billy comes to rescue you౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

For some reason, it had never occurred to you that being romantically connected to an outlaw could be dangerous. But here you were, tied up and blindfolded in an unknown location. The men who'd taken you had cornered you in an alleyway, shoving a gun against your side and telling you not to scream.

From what you could make out, it was some of a rival gang Billy had told you about. He was always extremely vague in what he told you about his work, not wanting you to worry or do something rash that you might think was helpful. But you supposed it didn't matter their identities.

You had no idea if Billy knew, if anyone knew you'd been taken. The hours were long, and you lost track of how much time passed.

You'd been taunted by the men who'd taken you, and there were scratches and bruises all over you to prove it. The longer you were there, the more you worried about what they'd do next. What was stopping them from untying you and doing the worst? How far would they go to anger Billy?

You heard shouting outside, then gunshots. They were probably doing more target practice. The sound of footsteps approaching the room you were in became evident, and your body curled in on itself the best it could, prepared for the worst.

The door creaked open, and you could hear boots on the ground. There were still gunshots outside, and you figured whoever had come in was using the noisy distraction to have his way with you.

What you were not expecting was to feel a hand on your face, calloused but soft. You knew that hand. It'd held every part of your body.

That hand tore the blindfold off you, and there he was, kneeling in front of where you'd been tossed to the ground. Billy had both hands on your cheeks now, his thumbs rubbing up and down. "Baby...baby, 're you hurt? What'd they do to ya, my girl..."

You were too exhausted and overwhelmed to respond, but he didn't bat an eye as his hands fell from your face, making quick work of untying your restraints. The second the ropes fell away he gathered you into his arms and you broke down, clinging to him. "Oh baby, oh I know..." he rubbed your back, trying to make you feel safe between his arms. "I gotcha, 'm not lettin' go."

He traced his fingers over your face, his eyes soft. You knew you were a sight right now. There was blood on your face, and your arms were bruised from where they'd pulled and grabbed at you. Billy pressed his lips to your hairline, a comforting gesture. "My girl...where do they get off, hurtin' my sweet girl?"

Billy held you for a while, and it was only until the gunshots stopped that you knew he was shielding you from whatever had been going on outside. He stood, scooping you up and nudging your head into his shoulder, cradling you close. "M gonna take you home now, yeah? We're gonna go home."

You nodded feebly, his heartbeat thumping against your body. The feeling helped calm you down, and you breathed easier as he carried you through the halls. Just before he started outside though, he hesitated, looking down. "Why dontcha close your eyes f' me honey?"

Trying to look up, your brow furrowed. "Why?"

"Just do it m'kay?" Billy's hand came to the back of your head, pressing you into his shoulder again.

You dutifully closed your eyes, burying your face in his neck as he stepped outside. The metallic smell of blood hit you, and you dug your nose into his shoulder, trying not to panic. Billy was gentle, always gentle with you. But to the rest of the world he was dangerous. He was Billy the Kid. And when he was protective, he hurt. You could only imagine the scene that surrounded you.

His footsteps were steady, and you could hear voices directed at him. You whimpered, scared that they were going to attack him.

"Shh, shh," he soothed, pressing his hand back to your hair. "You're safe baby. Nobody's gonna hurt you again."

Nodding into his chest, you tried to lift your head, but he kept his hand on your head. "Not yet, sweetheart. You stay put."

You kept your eyes shut tight as he carried you to his horse and lifted you up onto it before hoisting himself up behind you. He took the reins with one hand, his other hand resting on your tummy to keep you steady. The horse started to move forward, and you rode for awhile before he rubbed his hand over your midsection. "You can open your eyes now, honey."

The prairie you were riding across was open, the sky growing darker. You leaned back against Billy, your breaths shuddering. He sensed your discomfort, his fingers spreading out on your tummy, rubbing lightly. "Hey, remember when we had our first kiss? When we were in the woods and it was sunset?"

A tiny smile twitched your lips. He was trying to distract you, and you welcomed it. "Mhm. You brought me flowers that day."

"That's right," Billy whispered, leaning his cheek against your head. "Lilacs, right? And that was when you told me how much you love lilacs."

You smiled a little more. "And you took me for a walk down by the river."

"And then it started to rain," he said softly, pushing a kiss into your hair. "The sky was dark. And I was worried you'd get cold. But then you laughed and told me that rain meant luck." He laughed a little. "My sweet girl."

"We got soaked," you said, leaning against him. "But I love the rain."

"That you do, baby," he kissed your hair again. "That you do."

Billy could see that you were slipping back into your head, so he brought up another memory. "What about that one day I came over and you were baking a cake? And you burned yourself, but you laughed it off like it was nothing. I remember thinking that's how you live your life- the world could throw anything at ya, but you'd just laugh. Never met anyone like you baby. You're a special girl."

You smiled softly at his sweet words. "I remember how sweet you were afterwards. How you kissed it all better."

"Course I did," he murmured. "Always gonna take care of my baby."

You adjusted yourself a little on the saddle, but whimpered a bit. Some of your bruises were beginning to hurt. Billy rubbed his hand over your side, looking down at you. The horse suddenly stumbled on a patch of rough ground, causing you to jerk forward. You gasped, and Billy caught you, arms tightening around your body.

The suddenness of it caused your trembling to start up again, and Billy stopped the horse, holding you close to his chest. "Shh, shh, you're safe. You're okay, I've gotcha. I'm here, okay? I ain't goin' anywhere."

You breathed softly as Billy held you, your panic still palpable. He rocked you back and forth. "Ohhh, baby." He kissed your temple. "It's okay, it's alll okay now."

Stable in his arms, he tried to think of something else to distract you. "'Member that time we watched the sun set behind the mountain?" he murmured against your cheek. "Ya sat on my lap, wrapped in my coat 'n my arms. We watched the sky turn pink and orange and purple." He nuzzled against your head. "Never seen anything like it. But you were the prettiest thing out there." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, remembering with him. He could see you were calming down so he continued. "I wanted to stop time so we could sit there forever, and we could watch the sky change over 'n over. Ya were such an angel... it was like you were made for me to watch ya against the sky."

His sweet words helped your heart slow down, and you breathed easy. He pulled on the horse's reins, and you started to move again. "Ya brighten up my life honey. Everything is so much better cause of you. I gotta whole head o' these memories with you, and they're all special, all good."

He kept you calm all the way to his little cabin in the woods, and once you were there, he got off, lifting you into his arms. The comfort of his chest was your haven all the way inside.

Billy didn't leave you alone for a second, getting a bath ready for you and undressing you, easing you in. The hot water stung a little against your cuts, but you gritted your teeth, reaching out for him. "Billy."

"Yeah baby?" he murmured, thumb on your cheek.

"Will you...will you...come in with me?" you asked softly.

He half smiled, nodding and standing up to strip his clothes off. Billy got in behind you, wrapping one arm around your middle. The other hand rested on top of your head, thumb smoothing your hair. "Better sweet girl?"

"Uh huh," you snuggled into his chest.

Billy kissed your head, his face somber. "'M sorry baby. 'M so sorry this happened," he whispered. "I shoulda protected you better-"

"No, no Billy don't say that," you breathed, turning in his arms. "It's not your fault."

"I put you in danger sweetheart," he traced your cheekbone. "Was supposed to keep you safe."

"Don't," you rested your head on his chest. "You rescued me."

He sighed softly, looking down at you. He had his girl back in his arms, lying on his chest. And he didn't want to make things tense by fighting with you, even though he still felt guilty. "Yeah. Yeah, baby I guess I did."

You hummed contentedly; your cheek pressed against his skin. The warm bath was soothing you, the ache in your body eased.

Billy held you close to him, hardly letting go long after you got out of the bath. You spent the night swaddled in his arms, his voice whispering promises that you'd never be taken again.

come talk about billy here!

#billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid imagines #billy the kid x you #william h bonney fanfiction #william h bonney x you #william h bonney imagines #william h bonney x reader #milliesfishes billy

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