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Just Shut Up Part 3

I loved reading your reactions to part 2. My thoughts on this trilogy originated as a duology with it ending on Avery dying. To me, that's still the real ending. However some people wanted a 3rd part and because I really do appreciate every comment I get, I made the 3rd part. So I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: character pain. Smut. 18+, minors DNI. Missionary, blindfolding, slight rank kink, small bit of oral (f receiving). And snark. Lots of it.

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She knew it may have been cruel to wait to see the others, but she was going through image issues right now. Not just the physical ones, but the skill ones too.

When she woke up things were quiet. Things were dark. She thought it was going to be one of those instances where she was actually dead but her spirit was staying around for unfinished business, but then she realized she had an eye mask on. She pulled it off and was exposed to a world that was too bright on every account.

Sunglasses sat on her bedside table though and she used those to see.

She sat herself upright, breathing in, trying to think but finding that too difficult. She got up, hobbled into the bathroom, and her image issues arose.

They had shaved part of her head to put stitches in. She had a fat bruise around the area as well. Her skin was pale and her lips cracked. Combined with the ankle bandage she sported; she looked like shit.

That was only physical. Then came the mental. The skills.

The lack thereof.

A nurse came in to do her rounds. She saw Jones was out of bed but found her in the bathroom. She led Jones back like she needed the physical assistance and explained the situation.

Severe concussion. Broken and sprained ankle. Grounded for 10 weeks for recovery. She'd be reassessed and assuming everything was healed properly, she'd be given the go ahead to fly again.

What Avery Jones heard from that?

You got yourself hit. If you had been a little faster or thought up a smarter plan you never would've had to eject. You never would've hit your head. You wouldn't have screwed up your ankle.

Maverick chose the wrong person.

Your dad was the only reason you were picked.

Your dad was the only reason you even got into Top Gun in the first place.

Idiot.

�� The nurse said she had visitors that were very excited to see her. Avery turned them away, saying she didn't want to see anyone.

That excuse lasted one day after she woke up. That didn't sound like a lot, but the nurse stopped by several times saying she had visitors.

Avery was being discharged as soon as her paperwork was cleared up. Then she'd have no one to protect her from facing them.

She sat on the edge of the bed, feet dangling just over the floor. Her head was hung, eyes shut. She was trying to think up a plan on how to evade the team until her hair regrew and until she became a better pilot but realistically, that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

Who knew how long they had anyway? New orders were probably already made. They'd be split up soon. They'd probably never see each other again. All she'd have to do is wait for those new orders –

A knock on her door. The nurse with her pain killers.

Boots on the ground. Not the nurse.

"Can I ask why you're refusing visitors?"

Definitely not a nurse.

"Does it matter if you got through anyway?" She questioned back, voice weak, tired. As long as she kept looking away he couldn't see how bad she looked.

"I got in because I'm friends with the nurse," Captain Mitchell explained. "And she told me you weren't doing well."

"That's a violation of HIPAA."

"Jones, why won't you let your friends see you?"

"Do you want people to see you at your worst?" She questioned back again, a sharp cut to her tone.

"You in recovery is at your worst?" He kept his soft tone, unfazed by her anger.

She changed his wording, "Me needing recovery is me at my worst."

". . .Talk to me Jones. Tell me what's going through your head."

She let out a dark laugh, water in her eyes. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Can't think right now. I forget words I should know. I keep calling the nurse by the wrong name because I can't recall her name. Can't see her damn name tag either. I should've been better," she insisted. "Should've gotten out of the way after deploying flares and then none of this would've happened but I wasn't good enough. Maybe you should've flown the mission instead, everyone knows you're the best of the best. I doubt you'd have gotten your ass blown up. Or if you had, you would've ejected sooner and not hit your – " her lips quivered, the tears slipping down. Her face pinched and even that hurt her head. The word was a weak whisper. "Your head."

The sound of boots walking again reached her and she twisted her head away as he came in front of her. As he kneeled down in front of her. She didn't want anyone to see her right now. She wanted to be alone.

"Do you respect me as a pilot?" He asked her.

"Of course I do," bitter with a hint of anger, "you're the best in the Navy."

"Then why do you doubt my decision to pick you as team lead?"

"Did you pick me?" She asked, turning now, looking at him behind her sunglasses. "Did you, or did you do it because of who my dad is?"

His brows furrowed. "Who's your dad?"

She blinked at him. "You. . .You don't know?"

"Should I?"

"Why. . .I don't understand. You shouldn't have picked me. I nearly got Rooster killed – "

"You saved Bradley, Jones," Maverick said, eyes staring her down. Holding her in place. Speaking his truth and nothing but his truth. "He was out of flares. I was in the tower. I heard it all. I heard them after you," he let out a sad smile. "After you deployed flares and I watched your name blink out of existence. I spent close to an hour thinking you and him were dead and do you know how terrible I felt in that moment? I knew I had failed you both. I didn't teach you enough. I didn't do enough to ensure your success. And when that F-14 came on the radar, I knew without a shadow of a doubt the both of you were there."

"How?" She asked, the shake still in her voice.

"Because it's something I would've done, and I happen to think you're a lot like me." He paused, and reaffirmed, "I meant that as a compliment although a few of my higher ups might disagree with that."

She smiled at him, wiping the water from her cheeks. "I take it as a compliment. Thank you Mav, it means a lot."

"Does it mean enough for you to go visit your worried friends now?"

Her smile fell. "I don't want them to see me like this."

"What's wrong with a few bandages? I could tell you countless stories – I still have the pictures in my phone from Bradley being bandaged up after he broke something."

"It's not the bandages. They shaved my hair. I look terrible."

Maverick looked at her, unmoving, for a long second. He turned away, a smile puffing out.

"Don't laugh at me!"

"Kid, if you think they're going to judge that after seeing half your face covered in blood. . . Let's just say you look a lot better now than you did being pulled out of the F-14."

A ring cut through the room. Maverick frowned, looking down and pulling his phone out of his pocket. He saw the name on the screen and his forehead furrowed.

"I didn't even do anything, why is Admiral Cain calling me? . . ." He looked up at Avery. "What were you saying about your dad?"

"If you help me sneak out of here without being seen I'll answer that phone call and save your ass from getting chewed out."

"I'm starting to see the resemblance between you and him."

"Ha. Ha."

He handed her the phone anyway.

She successfully got out of the infirmary without being seen. It was noon as she was getting into her room. She covered her eyes with a sleeping mask and passed out. There was no natural light in her room but she liked the sleeping mask. It made everything darker.

She woke at 10:15, her muscles itching for activity. Realistically she knew she couldn't do a workout, but she was sure if she struggled enough she could at least go for a walk on a treadmill. She'd even use her crutch to help.

Avery got up and changed clothes. She put her hair into a loose braid. She brushed her teeth because she felt disgusting. She put on sunglasses and left her dark room, entering the fluorescent lit hallway.

She got ten feet before her name was whispered. Almost inaudible.

"Jones?"

She stilled.

Shit.

She definitely wasn't getting a walk in now.

She heard him coming but there was no attempt to escape. She'd be too slow. She didn't really want to try.

He came in front of her, wearing his beiges and looking like clean cut perfection. A stark contrast to her dress down civvies.

And he looked at her with those blue eyes behind those stupid glasses she loved so much and she forgot why she waited so long to see him.

"Hey Bobby. Funny meeting – oof."

He pulled her into a tight hug and she held back, eyes shutting, sore head resting against his shoulder.

He smelled nice. Fresh air. A hint of suntan lotion. Some type of standard scent of soap lingered beneath the suntan lotion and she had never liked the scent of clean more.

"You scared the shit out of me," he whispered into her neck.

"I apologize."

"Why didn't you let us visit you? We waited, one of us was always in the waiting room and the nurse just keep saying you didn't want to see anyone." He pulled back, holding her close but his body not against hers anymore. "Why Avery?"

Her heart fluttered at her name coming from his mouth. It jumbled her already scattered thoughts, what few there were. "I, well I don't know. I saw how I looked and I try to maintain a certain upkeep that I wasn't anywhere near. I didn't want anyone to see me like that."

"You didn't let us see you because you were self-conscious?"

"It sounds stupid when you say it –"

He pulled her in again, one hand on her lower back and the other behind her neck. His lips found hers and the growing familiarity had her stomach twisting in a pleasant way.

It was slow and filled with desperation. He put his thoughts and feelings into every movement of his. He conveyed his worry, his fear, his anxiety. Everything that had been tossing inside of him since the mission went south.

Her hand wove into his hair, holding him close. Taking his warmth, his strength. Everything he could give her.

His blue eyes were on her when he pulled back, baring down with that same desperation for her to understand.

"The scariest moment in my life was seeing your jet blow up, because I didn't see your chute. I thought you were dead, Avery Jones. And when Roosters' name dotted back on the radar, everyone told me you had to be with him, but I didn't believe it. I didn't see your chute. I watched. I never saw it.

"Then I heard your voice after Hangman shot that last aircraft down, and I was so relieved I didn't even hear how different you sounded. I was confused why he immediately called for a medical team. Didn't spare a second to brag about his second confirmed kill, just said he needed a med team. Then I saw you, your face covered in blood, and I just. . .After seeing that, trust me," the two words were a beg, a plea. "You could never look anything other than perfect to me. Doesn't matter what happens, if you're breathing, you're perfect. You change your hair, your style; it does not matter. You're alive."

"It's kinda starting to feel like you have a crush on me Bob."

He rolled his eyes and pecked her lips. "You still annoy me. I have an entire rant prepared about self-sacrifice and how you're not allowed to do it again."

"That seems like overkill."

"The rant is overkill? Darlin' you wait. I'm telling the others to hide your replacement jet so you don't get any stupid ideas. And I'm telling them to babyproof the base to keep you from getting any more injuries."

"You're ridiculous."

"I'm yours," he corrected, and kissed her again, smiling against her lips.

She got the faintest hint of peanuts on his mouth and just knew he had gone to The Hard Deck without ordering a single glass of alcohol. Only him. It was endearing and her tongue swiped at his teeth and pressed against his own tongue just to taste more.

This time she pulled away first, although she kept him close. "You gonna take me to bed Lieutenant?"

He smirked. "You forget which room is yours?"

"Actually yes. They all look the same," he started laughing against her, "and there are no name cards on the outside of the doors." She twisted away to further point out how they literally all looked the same, but he took the opportunity to crouch down and pick her up.

She yelped, one arm holding around his neck, the other still holding onto her crutch. He walked her forward like she didn't weigh 140 pounds.

Her cheeks were red with a flush. "That's such a move. You're so basic."

"Want me to set you down?"

"No."

"Then shut up."

"You're so bossy and mean." She twisted the door handle without being told, pushing the door open so he could walk them through. He took two steps in before kicking it shut with the perfect amount of force to not be disruptive, but still close all the way.

He hummed. "You say that, but do you ever listen?"

He bent her down and set her gently on the bed. Her crutch was taken from her hands a second later and before he could part from her side, she caught his wrist. It was dark in the room, she hadn't turned on the lights, and she knew exactly what he was going for.

"Wait, before you turn the light on," she reached for her bedside table. She tapped her hand against the wooden surface until she found the softer material. She grabbed it, took off her sunglasses, and fit it over her eyes. "Okay."

"Okay?" He repeated, confused, and turned on the small light in her room. She could tell it was the small light because he had to pull a chain down instead of flipping a switch. "You're going to wear a blindfold?"

"No, but kinky. It's a sleep mask. I do still have a concussion."

"Maybe we shouldn't do this then. We can just sleep."

She pouted, having no idea what direction she should be pouting in because she had the mask on, and because her depth perception was terrible. "You can really just fall asleep beside me without wanting to touch me at all?"

"Of course I want to touch you – "

"Then do it." She played with the hem of her shirt, lips pressing together, pulling up to one side. "Or I'll do it and you can watch." She pulled her shirt up and overhead, tossing it to the side. She laid herself down, fitting her head comfortably on the pillow. "You wanna watch Bob?"

He was silent. She couldn't gauge his reaction right now, the eye mask stealing that sense from her, but she could guess.

She guessed he was staring at her right now, stuck in a conflict. Should he? Shouldn't he?

Her hand trailed down her body, fingers finding the waistband of her shorts. "I think you wanna watch," she answered her own question, fingers slipping beneath. Past her underwear. Finding her clit right away, sliding past, collecting that slick and bringing it back. Circling.

"It might take me a while," she warned. "You do it so much better, my standards to reach that edge are higher now, but I'll get there." She whispered the end like a promise. She would get there. "Just sit back and relax Bobby, enjoy the show," the last bit was to taunt.

"You infuriate me," he breathed out, body finding its way on top of hers.

She smiled and he kissed her, hips pressing into hers after her hands moved to grab at his back. She pulled him down closer, liking his weight on her, feeling comforted by it. Her bad foot was out of the way of damage, her head was cushioned by a pillow, and she had Bob on top of her; there was nothing more she could ask for right now.

Until she found something she could ask for. She asked for it by starting, her fingers finding the buttons of his shirt and beginning to undo them. It was a hard task, her bruised brain foggy from the concussion and the way his tongue dragged in her mouth. If his goal was to leave her discombobulated, he was succeeding.

All there was was him right now. When she breathed it was him. When her hands moved it was on him. She tasted him. Only him and she couldn't get enough.

Her good leg hooked around his waist, pressing him closer as he grinded down. One of his hands found the bare part of her thigh and held it firm. A simple action like that was enough to drive her wild.

His lips pulled from hers and she gasped for air. His lips trailed to her jaw. Her neck. Sucking deep hickeys there.

"Bob," the name a breathless plea and scold.

"Blame it on the accident," he told her, nose brushing into her neck, and then he was sucking again.

She couldn't argue with that logic.

His teeth brought her skin in and she pulled his shirt out of his belted waist. She finished unbuttoning and shoved his shirt off him. He didn't move his arms to help her get the fabric off, so she pushed it as far away as she could get it, and then her hands were everywhere. His shoulders, his sides, his back. She loved his back. Loved feeling the muscle he hid.

She loved dragging her nails down it and seeing that two days later there were still red marks there.

He found her collarbone and attacked that. She sighed, holding him tight, his skin scorching on hers.

His hand left her thigh and most of his body stopped pressing against her. She reached for him, hands finding his waist, and held him. Feeling his torso contract as he pulled the button down off and listening to the fabric as it flittered to the ground.

She could feel her pulse in her stomach from the anticipation. There was something about her eyesight being gone that turned up the intensity. Had his featherlight touch raising goosebumps.

She could feel him shift and then his mouth pressed against the underside of her chest. A gentle press that shifted to just under the middle of her bra. Up her sternum. His tongue found her skin and when he licked up her heart almost burst. He left a trail all the way to her neck and began the process of bruising the soft skin there too.

She pulled at his hair, keeping him close, light breaths leaving her parted lips.

Her calf resting low on his back brought his hips down again. She couldn't put any pressure on her other leg so this was the compromise to get a taste of friction.

"Patience," he mumbled against her, moving up her throat. Under her jaw.

"Always trying to teach me," she huffed.

"Yet you're never willing to listen," he smirked back, one hand on her waist, squeezing the curve.

"I think I listened pretty well last time," she defended, feeling him rise up, head so close to hers but without any contact. "Or did you not like how I rode you?"

He hummed, hand dipping under her back. Raising her enough to inch towards her bra clasp.

"Because if I recall correctly, you enjoyed it very much."

"You certainly know how to put on a show."

Her bra loosened and her back was lowered. The cold air never affected her chest because his warm chest held firm against it. She opened her mouth for a cheeky response but found herself distracted by his tongue. As far as distractions go, his tongue was a good one.

Her hand brushed against his body, his strong chest, his lean torso, until it found the waist of his pants. She ghosted the taut flesh, smiling again.

"Would you like a reminder?"

"You're injured," he reminded, breath fanning over her lips. "Your ass is staying on the bed."

"Allow me to persuade you – " she had just barely felt up his restrained length when her wrist was grabbed and pressed into the mattress beside her head. Her other wrist was grabbed and held in the same manner.

"You're injured," he repeated himself, holding her down and sending her into the sky. "Do I have to tie you down?"

"I think you'd like to," she answered. "Do you want to tie me down Bob? You want to have your way with me like you did in the locker room?"

His hips rubbed against hers, a slow and steady grinding.

"I had my way with you?" He repeated, light, pondering. "I recall you having a foot in the game too, Darlin'. Always pulling the strings and makin' it seem like you're not in control. I see through you though. You can't hide it from me." He kissed her jaw, dragged his nose across her cheek. "You want me to tie you up."

"Put your glasses back on sweety, you're seeing wrong."

"Am I? You don't want me to tie your wrists to that metal headboard? Don't want something to hold onto when I'm thrusting into you so hard that that blindfold won't matter cause you'll be seeing stars?" Enhanced by a deep roll of his hips that had her lower half begging for more.

"Glad to know that that imagination of yours is still good. What was it you said to me in the locker room? 'Your mouth's racking up bills you can't afford'."

"Don't worry about that Darlin', I've got military discount."

A beat.

The pillow against her head puffed up further as she pushed down, a deep belly laugh escaping her mouth in a loud, boisterous manner. Bob broke too, laughing at his own joke with his head fallen between her neck and head. Her sides cramped immediately with the type of laugh, water flashing into her eyes at the stupidity that just occurred.

"You're an idiot," her voice was higher, laugh still shaking her chest.

"That was perfect."

"That was so terrible! I can't believe you said that – mmph," he gave her a firm peck. Her hands found his neck, cupping the skin, and smiling.

"You loved it," he stated, unrelenting.

"Maybe a little."

He kissed down her neck again but the light kisses were gone. These were a determined trail down. Her bra finally slipped from her shoulders and she could hear it land a distance away. He kissed down her sternum, between the valley of her chest, reaching her stomach and blowing cool air across her skin. Her breath halted and his fingers hooked into her shorts. A wet kiss found her hipbone and she did her best to lift her hips up. He pulled her shorts down and sat back. Around her bandaged ankle, one hand lifted her calf with a certain level of delicate that stole her breath the rest of the way.

Then when he set her leg down, that delicate touch was there again.

"Are you comfortable?"

Her mouth opened but the words failed. She nodded her head and he fit himself between her legs. Her left leg stretched out, his hands guiding her right leg to rest over his shoulder and on his back.

He swiped through her, dragging the wet up and to her clit and the light headache that had been haunting her since she woke up slipped further away. Receding temporarily as her body moved into a state of utter ease and relaxation.

And it's nice. Really. Just nice.

She wanted more. She wanted the emotion from their first time. The desperation from the second time. She kinda wanted to piss him off just because it was fun to rile him.

"Maybe I should get on top if this is the pace you want to set," she whispered out, feeling his tongue hesitate as her words processed. "Bet I could still do a better job, concussion and broken ankle and all that considered."

"Is your default setting running your mouth?"

"I thought you liked my mouth?" An idea sparked, a visible reaction even from his viewpoint. "Except for when I'm loud, right? When I'm loud there's that risk of getting caught. . .is that what you need right now? You need that risk Bob? Want people to see what you're doing so you can keep getting that credit?"

His grip on her thighs tightened.

"Just like you did on the carrier, kissing me like that in front of everyone. I bet your ego was so bruised when I told Jake it was Rooster that marked me up. Was your ego bruised baby? Baby on board?"

He was silent and she couldn't see him and it irked her to no end. She wanted to see if it was working, if she was getting underneath his skin, but he didn't make a sound and she was the one that had put the damn sleeping mask on for her headache. Her skin crawled at the electricity she had concocted.

"Hands on the frame."

Just like him. The underlying threat subtle. The order almost mistaken for a request, but it was never with him. It was a full out order. The controlled, even tone that told her that even at her snarkiest, he was still collected.

So she slapped on a grin as wicked as the West and wrapped her hands around the metal frame.

"I tried to be nice to you," he vocalized, hands ghosting up her hips before detaching completely. Bed shifting as he leaned away, cold hitting her more closely. She withheld her shiver, wanting him back on her.

A zipper slid down. The bed shifted again, all his weight disappearing. Fabric ruffled. Pants were shoved to the floor.

"Then you kept opening that mouth of yours, and now I'm rethinking."

"Don't take too long, might fall asleep."

He completely ignored her. "I won't tie your hands up. I won't gag you." The thought excited her. Then she processed that he said 'won't', and that excitement dimmed. "You deserve both, but that would be too easy. So you're going to keep your own hands on the bar, or I stop." His weight was between her legs again. His hands on her thighs, shifting them for room. Raising one leg up around his back. "You're going to keep your mouth shut, or I stop. Do I make myself clear?"

Her brow rose.

He lined up and pushed inside her. The first time was to acclimate. That was all she was offered before his hips pulled back and snapped forward. Her calf tightened on his back, her biceps bulged as her grip sealed in around the metal bar, and her chest flushed with heat.

Her lips opened but she allowed no sound out.

Her eyes pinched shut behind the mask. She could feel his arms right beside her chest, caging her in as he continued to do his damnedest to bury her in the bed.

"I don't understand how someone can be so selfless," he gripped her thigh and hiked her up further. Her ass was half off the bed now, supported mostly by him. The shift in angle had her lips snapping together, a whimper building. "And then they open their mouth and it's just snarky comment after snarky comment. I would've killed to see you in basic, listening to all those orders. Bet you were the team menace, always making everyone do push-ups for your retorts? Is that what you were Jones?" A hand pressed against her lower abdomen and her thighs clenched, that whimper escaping.

Her grip shifted, needing a better hold. It let her angle her hips up more but pressure went onto her bad ankle as well. She winced and he must've seen the action, because his hand was under her knee a second later. Bringing it up. Bringing her bad leg onto his shoulder. Bringing her other leg onto his shoulder.

"Oh God."

It alleviated the pressure off her ankle. It also stretched her hips and thigh muscles to a point she didn't think possible. Why she didn't complain? He was hitting so deep inside of her that it was hard to speak.

"Shit," he cursed, slowing his thrusts, dragging out the pull, using all his force for the push into her. Her body shook with the hit, her pelvis would be bruised, but she quite frankly did not give a single, not one utter damn.

Slow drag out followed by a powerful thrust that pushed her body up. Her lips pinched shut, skin crawling with the desire to move, to help, but it felt too good where she was now. She didn't want to risk breaking it because the asshole would steal this from her if she did something wrong.

His lips pressed into hers and it was open mouthed and sloppy. A whimper escaped her at one hit in particular and he swallowed it, tongue swirling around hers.

Her hips twitched up and he pulled back, feeling her clenching around him. Knowing she was close.

"Shouldn't let you cum, all you've done is run your mouth. What've you done to earn it?" He asked, hips adding a little roll as he bottomed out. Almost grinding inside of her.

Those stars he was talking about before? She saw them.

And she had called it. She had absolutely called it. She hadn't even done anything wrong but the asshole was thinking about stealing this from her! She had kept silent and he wanted to punish her anyway?

Her default setting of snark was activated.

Then he finished. "Gonna give it to you anyway." Snap forward. "To say thanks," pull out, body jolting forward when his hips connect with hers. "For all your service."

He was such a dick. She hated him beyond compare.

His lips were beside her ear. "So thank you for your service, Lieutenant."

She moaned, not even caring about the volume.

"Of course you like that," he commented, breathless, and then his pace changed. She squeezed him tight and her hips rolled, abdomen twitching, with her release. Her mouth was open but no sound came out. Her lower back was arched off the bed, the weight he didn't support resting on her shoulders.

He took four slow, deep thrusts to finish himself off. It was all he could manage as his heart pounded; his breath heavy.

They stayed like that for a few moments, their highs lowering, and then he helped her legs off his shoulders. That care returned when he put her bad leg on the pillow she had it previously propped up on.

"Well that was nice," she commented, a smile in place.

He snorted. "You're such an ass."

"The appropriate way to handle the situation listed above. A) Deploy flares and get out of the way or B) Self-sacrifice?"

He looked at her expectantly.

She glared.

"It's not a hard question Lieutenant."

"Is the answer B?"

"You're 0/9 Lieutenant. You need a 90% to pass."

"If there was time to get out of the way, don't you think I would've done it?"

"I don't know! You like to fly slow! You're like the only woman ever, that doesn't speed."

"You're sexist."

"Have you ever seen Phoenix drive?"

"Is Phoenix representative of all women?"

"She does set the gold standard."

"I agree, but you're a dick."

"Let's go onto the next scenario," Bob replied, and began to erase the current question.

Yesterday when he said he had a rant prepared about her self-sacrifice, he meant it. What he didn't mention, was that there was an exam at the end of it to prove she was paying attention. She hadn't been paying attention, her focus was on how his butt looked in his flight suit.

The answer to that question? Really nice.

"Alright," Bob began when he was finishing up with the options for the question. "You're flying a mission. You have right engine failure –"

"JONES?!"

She jolted, heart sky rocketing. Her head whipped to the open hangar doors. She spotted Hangman.

"Oh, hey bestie!"

"DAMNIT JONES! WHERE THE HELL'VE YOU BEEN?"

"Getting my ass lectured off," she responded, coming to a stand and crutching her way over to him. He met her 90% of the way, able to go a lot faster than she could. He wrapped her in a hug, patting her back and smiling at her. "Seriously, please save me. He gave me a rant on self-sacrifice and he won't stop until I get a 90% on this stupid exam."

"There's only ever two choices," Bob explained, "And each time one of them has been self-sacrifice. I told her at the beginning, that was not the answer, and she keeps saying it anyway."

She smiled. That was all true.

Hangman rolled his eyes. "Well, you look a shit ton better than you did after they pulled you out of the jet. What happened anyway, Rooster bore you to death?"

"I think I ejected too late and hit my head somewhere. Don't actually remember, it's all a blur – "

"JONES! GUYS, JAKE FOUND HER!"

"Javy!" She called, smiling wider. "Bestie, how you been?"

"I thought I was your bestie?"

"I say it to make Javy feel better. Self-esteem issues," she whispered quickly, then reached up with her arms as Javy reached her. Everyone was stupidly tall here. Was it a requirement to be six foot plus?

"How you feeling Jones?"

"Like I'm being punished."

"Bob doing his lecture?"

"Bob giving her the exam after the lecture," Jake explained.

"Ah," Javy nodded, as if he knew about this. "She failing?"

"0/9," Bob answered.

"Idiot," Javy commented.

She scowled.

Rooster led the group in, and she could tell right away that the little chicken was, as the saying went, upset.

"Well shit," she whispered, and slipped behind Jake. Jake stepped out of the way. Avery took another step behind him.

Rooster stood in front of Jake.

"Hey man," he greeted. "What's up?"

"Move."

"Sorry Avery, I tried." Jake moved. She scowled again then slapped a smile on her face at Rooster. Again with the height. He covered her in his shadow, blocking out the sun.

"What's up dude?"

"After I told you what happened to my dad –"

"Literally what could I do?!" She took on defense quickly.

"Why didn't you tell me how bad it was?!"

"Do I look like a medical professional?" She exclaimed back. "Ask me the difference between a strain and a sprain and I cannot tell you the difference. How was I supposed to know it was that bad?"

"I thought you were dead!"

"Well I'm not, so can't the past be in the past?"

"No! If you had died, I would've blamed myself and I don't need that again!"

"That kinda seems like a you problem – " That was not the correct thing to say.

He puffed a large breath at her, hands on his hips in a disappointed dad maneuver. Huh. So that was what that was like.

"I hate you," he stated finally, brown eyes tired but light.

"I can live with that. . .not the right phrasing?"

"You're an idiot Jones."

"So I'm continuously told."

He finally hugged her, and it was nice, for a solid two seconds.

Footsteps sounded. Someone running into the hangar. Rooster pulled away and they all looked to the figure that had entered the premise.

Fanboy. He was flushed, wild looking.

"Admiral Cain is here!"

"Fuck."

"Everybody scat!" Rooster ordered, and she didn't know if that was planned or not, but they all scattered. Some ran out of the hangar through the main doors. Others ran to the back doors meant just for humans. No one looked to her and decided to help and within three moments, she was all alone and dumbstruck.

"You've gotta be shitting me. . ." A shadowed figure walked into the light entering the hangar, and the outline was just too unmistakable. She recognized him right away and stood at attention to the best of her ability.

His leather shoes clicked on the floor. The closer he got, the farther away she wished he was. Then he was in front of her and they stood at equal heights.

She stared forward, not meeting his gaze. He looked her up and down.

The silence was deafening.

What was he going to say? Was he going to ground her for the standard 10 weeks then another 10 as punishment? Was he going to dishonorably discharge her? Was he going to honorably discharge her? Was he going to tell her he called her mom and she was wielding a wooden spoon right now?

He nodded once. "As an Admiral, I say good job."

That was oddly nice. . .

"Thank you sir."

"As your father, don't you ever do anything like that again."

There it was.

"Of course dad."

"And call your mother."

Damnit.

#jake seresin #pete mitchell #top gun maverick #maverick #bob #natasha trace #tgm #bobfucks #bob floyd smut #bob floyd #bob floyd x oc #javy machado

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levzonvie · 2 years

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Rescue Mission Part 1

Jim Hopper x masc Male!reader

!!ST4 spoilers!! Takes place in episode 6

Slowburn/enemies to lovers

Warnings: Smoking/cursing/mentions of sex/slight gore

Summary: Hopper and Enzo trapped in their cell enforced with Russian military. Enzo calls in a special favor from a close friend.

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It was late evening, you were sitting on your porch despite the harsh temperature. Lit cigarette dangling below your lips as you take on your last drag before being interrupted by an earsplitting ring coming from the telephone located on the wall in the hallway. You had woken from a peaceful slumber not long ago and had gotten up for a brief smoke. All was well, until this. Understandably irritated you picked up the telephone with a grumble and answered.

“Hello, this is m/n right?” You let the person on the opposite end of the line speak first.

“I have an extensive favor to ask you, you don’t have to accept however I would prefer you do and quickly at that because my American friend and myself’s livelihoods are at stake currently.” Enzo preposed leaning against the cold rusted bars of the cell biting his nails in a worried state. Enzo knew you weren’t the type to do something you didn’t wholeheartedly want to do, you’ve always been the stubborn type. This time he hoped you’d see the severity of the situation without giving away too much information knowing the soviets could gain suspicion at any time.

“God, Just get to the point already Enzo..” You reply with the facade as if he didn’t convey the message the first time figuring that the call was being monitored.

“I need you to tell my family that I love them given the fact that I have been compromised.” He stated confidently knowing that the guards were listening to his conversation oblivious of the coding of words.

“Ok got it.” You swiftly hung up the phone hurrying to gather gear you had around the house and eventually rushing out of your house and into your car starting it up.

Upon arriving at Kamchatka searching for entry you came across a delivery man, who said to have delivered various goods from America. Approaching his van you knocked on the window. Rolling it down he gave you a puzzled look before he could say anything drove your fist into the poor man’s face. Disoriented he stumbled out of the van pleading for mercy as you climbed in the driver’s seat.

“Sorry dude I gotta borrow your van, promise I’ll give it back once I’m finished. “ You weren’t planning on returning it anytime soon.

You drove off feeling a pool of guilt flood your insides looking over your shoulder at the man. I mean it’s not like anybody would willingly hand over their car to a strange man right? Reaching the gate you pulled into the entry.

“Do you have the authorization to enter permitted areas?” The guard shouted from his post.

“Yes, my name is Yuri I have a delivery of American goods.” You forced a smile.

“Ah yes, Yuri, I’ve heard of you. Go right ahead.”

The metal gates opened with a clang and you drove ahead. Getting out of the car you walked around the back hoisting the packages out from the trunk filled with fattening sweets and porn magazines. Putting the packages down by the feet of the two guards before you, they inspected them giggling between one another at the sight. Catching them by surprise you punch each of them right in their jaws causing them to fumble back onto the icy floor nearly slipping. You grabbed the gun of the guard to the left of you and hit him over the head knocking him out cold. It’s not that you had the intention of killing anyone that night you had mission , and if anybody came in the way of said mission so be it it’s their fault for um.. dying I guess. The right guard dared to crawl away trying to escape looking for any other guard in sight. You put your heel on his back causing him to fall back down.

“Where do you think you're going?“ You chuckled to yourself.

The guard winced bracing impact before you kicked him in the head. Now that was dealt with you could finally make some progress. You carried on into the prison camp making your way through the several groups of cells searching for your mate. Hearing a couple of guards around the corner rambling on about something you stopped in your place. Peering around the corner you eavesdropped on their conversation absorbing as much information as you could.

“After this, they’re pretty much done for. Have you seen the size of that thing? They don’t stand a chance” the guards laughed amongst themselves glaring at the two prisoners in front of them. You heard a very familiar sigh come from the cell across from the guards. The guards eventually walked away and you ran as fast as you could after confirming the coast was clear.

“M/N thank god I thought you’d never come.”

“I came as fast as I could you ungrateful bitch, now how do I get you out.”

“Enzo…who’s this?” An additional voice called out from a dark corner of the shared cell. You looked up and to your surprise he wasn’t hard on the eyes at all, sure he looked pretty rough and malnourished even so he was still pretty attractive. You shook your head clearing your head from intruding thoughts.

“Oh, right this is m/n the friend I mentioned earlier. He is going to get us out.”

“And m/n this is the American I mentioned on the phone.”

“He doesn’t have a name?” You reply sarcastically glaring at the man that stood before you.

“Fiesty, are all Russians like this?”

“I said what’s your name jackass.”

“Hopper, my name is Hopper.”

Notes: I didn’t really intend for reader to be Russian it kinda just came out like that lmao but you can just imagine your nationality. Thinking of making the third part a smut it’s just that I right top reader and I think majority of hopper enjoyers are bottoms hehdjsnskx

#stranger thing x male reader #hopper x reader #jim hopper x male reader #jim hopper x reader #male reader #gay mlm #stranger things x male reader

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sweetsbfreex · 3 years

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love me for me, it’s all i ask

Summary: Bucky meets your family, but your nerves clouds you judgment

Warnings: angst!!!

Pairing: Bf!Bucky x reader

Dating your Bucky is filled with a mix of gentle touches, insecurities and reassurances, long yearning stares, love running so deep he had Tony install some kind of metal warmers–– so you wouldn’t shiver every time you cuddled into his arm or he decided to wrap it around your waist while you slept. It was heaven, but of course there were bumps in the road.

Dating the Bucky Barnes or what most people saw as the “Winter Soldier'' was filled with: anxious walks down the street with his hand holding your waist tightly, his natural habit of looking over his shoulder, and his need to wear a pair of black,leather gloves no matter where you went. It wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, you loved him too much for it.

“Buck, calm down, it’ll be fine.” You chuckle, keeping your eyes on the road, yet lifting one hand off the wheel to briefly squeeze his anxious leg.

His leg stops shaking and he only nods his head, but when he realizes you can’t see he chokes out a sorry. Instead, he begins to twiddle his gloved thumbs and turns his head to look out the window. He watched the shops and trees pass by in a flur, there wasn’t much on his mind other than what he would say when he got there.

You slow the car at a red light and turn to see him in the same state. "It's okay if you want us to go back to your place, I can take a u-turn right here, and we can meet them another time." you tell him, extending your fingers to tangle with the ends of his hair.

“I’m fine doll really...just excited,” He semi-lied through his perfect teeth adding a small smile.

You were both on your way to your parents house, only ten minutes away now. Bucky coming along wasn’t anything planned.

Your mom had called two nights ago, at the same time you and Bucky snuggled in bed watching his latest fix on Hulu. Streaming platforms are something he enjoyed about the modern world. He liked that he could have things like Shirley Temple in a pinch, anytime and anywhere he wanted.

Anyway, Your mom had called, interrupting the trance Tom and Jerry had on the both of you at the moment.

“One second” you tell him, unraveling from his hold before getting hold of your phone. Bucky makes a move for the remote, but you assure him that it’s fine so he goes back to watching the cartoon.

And you answer, “Hey mom.” When Bucky heard who it was calling, he side-eyes you for a few seconds, curious.

“Hey! y/n/n, you haven’t called in awhile are you okay? Me and Snicks miss you” The call of his name causes you to hear a bark in the background.

“I’m fine, it’s literally been a day. Are you okay?” It’s not weird for her to call during this time, but nonetheless you know she has something she needs to say.

“‘Perfectly fine honey. I was calling because Daisy is coming down the day after and we’d thought it would be nice for the three of us and aunt to come down too. You’re not busy are you? Maybe you could take a quick detour and visit?” She lived alone in your childhood home, refusing to let all the memories die in the cherished home. Going as far as making you and your sister promise one of you would possess the house when she passed on.

At the mention of a little reunion, you decided it would be best to take this somewhere with more privacy. You couldn’t explain, but you thought it would be better for Buck not to hear it. He hasn’t met your family and you don’t want to pressure him into meeting them if he isn’t ready or uncomfortable. You also didn’t want to ask him...in case he wasn’t ready or comfortable.

“Uhh one second” you mute your phone, telling Bucky you’ll be in the hallway prior to giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Mom?”

“I’m here!”

“Yeah I can make it, shouldn’t be busy, it’ll likely be me though.” You pace the hallway up and down as if it was the only place to walk in the whole house.

“That’s great, okay, I’m gonna text Shirley to come by earlier so we can make a bit extra of everything”

“Extra? Isn’t it just the four of us?”

“No, honey, you know the kids and your sister said she’s bringing someone. Well I don’t know! You know how these things go”

The call goes on for a minute or more. Your mother tells you whatever information is vile and sends you a goodnight. Which you return.

“Sorry, she wanted to inform me of something” you tell him as you walk through the door. Placing your phone in charge once again and like a kitten nestling yourself into his side once again.

He lets his metal arm lay over your shoulders and you interlace your hands together.

Silence passes by and gets broken by Bucky who clears his throat to speak up. “Uhm” he starts his free hand coming up scratching the back of his neck. “Do you want me to act like I didn’t hear the conversation?

You sit up in surprise at his confession. “You heard that?!”

He sends you in an unimpressed look. His finger points to his ear then his hand hovers his body, going up and down wildly. Unimpressed at the way you forget he’s pumped in this super serum, he can’t help how far his hearing is.

“Sorry I just forget you’re not human human”

He takes a beat of silence to himself, “I’m not human human?”

“No! Baby, not like that. You know I mean like I forget that you these special abilities–– other than your arm–– inside that I can’t see...y’know”

“It's fine doll” he pulls you back into his side, “Are you going?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you need company? If not that’s fine I just wanted to ask––” he goes by the question quickly, scared that he’s made it weird between the two of you.

“You want to visit my family with me?” you ask astounded.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it?” he reassures you in a haste, a hand going to your bare thigh.

“Are you comfortable with it?” you ask.

“Baby, I just said––” he laughs in a delicate manner.

“I know, I know. Sorry. I just didn’t know you would want to, I know how anxious you get with a bunch of people, Which is fine! But I don’t want to nudge you in something like that”

“I think it would be perfect, honestly”

“I’m happy you think so” you smile.

Currently the car parks in the driveway of your former home. The leather enveloping Bucky’s hands wring together. You don’t say much, only getting out of the car, jogging to Bucky’s side of the door, until you could open his door.

You tug him into a gentle hug. Standing between his legs once he’s adjusted himself to take every last of you in. You squeeze him once and smile when you feel the nerves and tension falling from his shoulder.

You okay?" you ask. It may seem like a dumb question at the time, but one thing you've learned about Bucky is. A simple question like that allows a spacious answer, it helps him a little more.

You don’t pull away but adjust your face to place a kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah” he breathes out. “...What if they don’t like me, we’ll still be together right?”

That question right there drops a bucketful of guilt over your head, but you know what you’re doing is right.

You pull away , after a second, letting your hands fall to each side of his neck.

"Of course Buck with or without approval you're still mine. Doesn't matter anyway, everyone will love you 'cause you're amazing." You smile, your fingers roaming over his very recently shaven under jaw.

“Thanks, doll”

“Nothing to thank me for” you give him one last squeeze, “You ready?”

“Yeah...I don’t know if I’ve told you, but you look really good today”

You wore nothing but a flowy, yellow, long sleeved surplice front dress and a pair of platform sandals.

“Stop trying to stall time!” You tease.

“I’m not. Promise I’m not” he throws his hands up in surrender, a bright smile on his face. As quick as he throws them up, they come down around your waist. “Ready when you are”

Having said that, Casual, black slacks hug his lengthy legs lackdasically. A short sleeve, white polo accentuates his waist, and his hair pulls back into a low bun.

It's so unbelonging to him. But the night before Bucky's been filling with worry about how he should dress to impress.

While you’re still standing between his bent legs and your fingers settle on his neck. You take one hand to pull the hair tie from his hair. Watching his curtains fall around his face

“Doll?—“

“I know you don’t wanna wear your hair like this, it’s fine. I promise Bucky they’ll love you.” You reassure him this time with a kiss, pulling away to entangle your fingers together.

When you go to close the door he holds up a finger. You watch him stand there hesitation on his face. Before he decides to shrug off the leather jacket and slip off his gloves.

His bionic arm is perfectly bare for anyone to see and you couldn’t be more proud when he sends a shy smile your way.

So soon, you’re both at the doorstep, hands linked together. You knock on the door.

“Coming!” The sound of your mom’s voice brings a smile to your face, but only makes Bucky’s nerves sky rocket.

When you hear the sound of the doorknob rattling, you give in at the last moment releasing the mutual hold of your hands. In nerves you miss the gaze and frown of Bucky–– more like brush off, but you play dumb for the sake of it all.

“Y/N––” your mother starts, voice dying and a gasp let out, looking like a guppy out of water when she sees the man standing beside you. Bucky seems none the wiser. Sure he expected some kind of reaction, not like his whole isn't on blast or anything.

She composes herself when she glances at you, but you only give her a hard stare. “Hello, I’m Lisa”

“I’m Bucky...I got these for you, y/n said these were your favorites” he outstretched a bouquet of plumerias.

“Oh...Thank you so much, very thoughtful. Come in” Lisa moves out the way and you let Bucky walk ahead of you. You’re about to cross the doorway when you feel weedy fingers clasp your upper arm.

“Are you out of your mind!” she whispers in your ear.

“Can you atleast get to know him first” you tell her, catching yourself up with Bucky.

When you both were walking to the front door. The music, screaming children, so much noise was everywhere. You weren't sure how there wasn't a noise complaint from neighbours.

When you and Bucky enter the backyard to most of your family. It's like the scene from Shrek when the Kingdom meets Shrek and Fiona, as the music and everyone quiets down. You wish were joking.

It wasn't hard to notice when everyone lit up at the sight of you and then saw the Winter Soldier right next to you.

Bucky was trying to be patient, he was, but it was tiring getting the same reaction when you introduced him to your family. He could understand the shock of being in the same room as a murderer–– no that isn't him anymore or was never him to begin with.

“And this is Bucky” every single time, that’s the line you used to introduce him.

Now you both are at a rounded table in the shade. Your sister is next to you and her boyfriend. Your aunt, her husband, and two of your closest cousins are around the table too. A plate of food in front of both of you, Bucky raves to your mom and aunt about how good the cooking is, warming your heart.

Other than that conversation flows like the sea, in a mismatched pattern. Your main priority being it doesn’t become too bare, but of course it all fails. But Bucky can only think about how the most affectionate one of the two (you) hasn’t tried to hold his hand once. Most likely isn’t appropriate to touch each other in front of her family, is what he comes up with.

“So Bucky, how are you adjusting?” your sister asks.

Oh god.

“It’s going well, not everyday is easy, but I have help” he responds, smiling down at you.

“Must be crazy how different times are, huh?” your uncle jumps in.

“Definitely” he chuckles “All the tech is cool. I will say I thought the prices before were outrageous, but nothing beats now.”

“I’ll say” your uncle agrees.

You sit back a grin on your face, enjoying the way conversation between everyone and Bucky flows. He was starting to get comfortable and your family was getting over their epiphany. He was making them––especially your uncle–– laugh which was an accomplishment in itself.

“Did you have a lot of family or siblings growing up, Bucky?” your sister asks.

You feel like you might lose your calm, why is she acting this way?

“Oh...uh. I think three. I know I had a little sister, Rebecca”

“You think?” the tilt in her voice doesn’t fly by you unnoticed. You flick her shoulder, mouthing a knock it off.

“When you’re under for so long things just start to fade y’know.” He informs her, a breathy laugh follows behind nervously as his leg bobs vigorously.

She definitely didn’t know. No one around this table could relate. Not something the average person goes through, but Bucky wasn’t thinking too much when he let the last bit out. Everyone could see the result of that with the silence that made its way back.

“How long have you guys known each other?” your aunt asks. You let out a breath of relief and gratitude.

“We’ve known each other for eight months” you answer.

You wish you could’ve taken Bucky’s words away next, “Dating for five” he publicized proudly.

You shrink into yourself at the wide eyes and wilting postures of everyone around you. Of course, at that moment your mom your mom walked over.

“Dating?!”

“You’re dating each other”

The shrill sound of their voices causes you to become more antsy.

At that moment, everything clicks for him as he turns towards you, but you don't look at him. Keeping your vision on the food on your plate.

“What?...Y/n.” you can hear the uncertainty in his voice when he calls out your name, but you won’t look at him and it’s pissing him off.

“Y/n. Do they not know we’re together?” he asks and when you finally look at him and see the furrow of his eyebrows and the lines between them. His lips in a thin line and the grip he has on the table, the guilt goes from a bucket of water to a whole tsunami.

Watching as your eyes wouldn't keep contact with him. Darting from his and to whatever was around him, is enough to answer his question. He stands up, he takes in how everyone gets startled and how your mother takes a step back.

He scoffs before making his way through the house, out the door, waiting for you outside.

You ignore the stares, keeping your head down. Rushing after Bucky. You find him standing against your car, arms crossed looking up at the sky. Taking notice of his clenched hands and the clinch of his jaw.

“Bucky––” you start lightly.

“I don’t want to talk right now” he swore, eyes staying ahead.

“Well I think we should...I didn’t tell them because I didn’t want them to judge you before getting to know the actual you?”

“Were you even there?” he questions astonished, his head whipping towards you, at your claim. “That’s bullshit and you know it”

“It’s not! You’re seeing this with tunnel vision! I just wanted them to see you for you first”

“You’re embarrassed by me! You didn’t even tell your ma––god y/n, I feel like a fucking idiot.”

“I’m not embarrassed!”

“You let go of my hand before we even walked in the house”

“Yeah so they wouldn’t know, so they could get to know you! Why aren’t you understanding?”

You're getting frustrated and you know your voices are less than quiet. Standing in the middle of the driveway like banshees.

“You know how this shit is for me...What? So if it was Steve or fucking Sam you were bringing you wouldn’t have told your family?”

“That’s different! they’re praised wherever they go, people don’t see my bucky first they see the winter soldier. I’m sorry, but it’s true I was just trying to protect you”

You try to hold back the tears on your face, your eyes stinging. With the way red rims his eyes, glazed over, and the rough breathing through his nose. You can tell he's trying to do the same.

“Take me home” he demanded, it was the end for him and he had no reason to keep hearing you spew these excuses.

“Buck?”

“I’m serious. Take me back to my apartment.” He looks away, the clue that you were going to bring him home were your footsteps distancing.

You walk back in the house with a huff, making a beeline to the table where your bag and keys were. Thankful that the table was scarce except for your sister who watched you pick your things up, like mad. Her hand comes down on your phone when you go to grab it.

“What?” you ask.

“You’re leaving?” she asks.

“Of course, I’m leaving Daisy. He wants to go home, no thanks to you.”

“Me?”

“Yes you, what was up with your awful questions?” you question her.

“Excuse me for being surprised that my little sister brought an assassin to a family reunion. Let alone dating him?” she tells you, standing her ground.

She's always been protective of you and you can understand that. Shifting the blame towards her won't do any good between you and Bucky anyway. But, you've also had enough and need to find a way to fix things.

“I’ll call you later, tell mom I said bye” you tell her, taking a brisk glance.

You both sat knee deep in silence. Everytime you tried to take a glance at Bucky he only looked ahead, saying nothing. Hand raising up, time to time, to wipe away a tear or two . When you were at a red light or stop sign , it gave you a chance to turn your head. But, everytime you tried to take a proper look at him he'd look out the window. Leaving you to turn your head back, your grip on the wheel tight.

The moment you arrive at his complex and put the car in park, he hops out of the car. Never looking back, only grumbling, “Don’t bother calling. We’re done.”

“Bucky!” but the door slams shut and he ignores whatever you have to say.

He meant that with every being in his heart. Any time you tried to call he let it ring until it came to the point where he blocked your number. You got the hint and hadn’t seen him since.

i’ve been sitting on this for sooo long, ofc my first bucky fic is angst

if you enjoyed this pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it<3

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dreamrecorder · 4 years

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Ok so- idk if you’ve seen demon slayer;; but there’s this episode (it was during the spider fambam arc) aNywaYs- so like. Rui yeets ties* (i guess-) Nezuko like. Up in the air. With his weird spider thread jazz— and like. It’s sHarP weird spider thread jazz— so she’s like. Yknow. Being sliced and diced with string— but it kindaaa reminds me of like. Xiao. And his like.... weird... sad.... uh. Karma. Thing. Like y’know where he’s like hanging from his arms- red stuff. Yeah. So like. Now for the actual request

Xiao’s s/o (female if you don’t mind;;) gets kidnapped by like— the fatui or smth. And they tie her up like Nezuko :D to be like “lol haha Xiao be all like-” and she’s just. Like. Dying. Slowly. Dripping b l o o d and yknow. All the tea. And Xiao comes to rescue her— and he’s like 0-0 “wait...” and he realizes that’s like- exactly what happens to him- and so. He beats the fatui’s butts saves his s/o, anddddd she like.

Idk. This is where I need your angst expertise ❤️ like- she could d i e. In his arms. And poor Xiao would be so scarred omg poor thing- BUT THE ANGST- but at the same time;;;; the f l u f f of him being able to save her just in time and she was like fighting for him the whole time or whatever and ended up needing him to save her anyways- and then Xiao feeding her almond tofu until she gets better ❤️❤️❤️

IM SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG- im probably going crazy from lack of sleep from reading fics for too long sndndnsnsj

But if you do this,,, BLESS YOUR SOUL I HOPE TO EITHER BALL MY EYES OUT OR SQUEAL FROM THE WHOLESOMENESS-

Anyways.... thank you! Have a stellar day~ ✨❤️

The heart yearns and the wind heard

lmao this ask is so adorable i hope you’d enjoy this ksks

anyway, full Angst train up ahead but there are moments of Fluff too. There are mentions of blood and violence if those are not your thing- dont worry guys, this goes with a happy ending cos you and Xiao deserve one~ on a final note- non canon compliant and suuuuuuper long- like- legit this is very long

The Yaksha sighs.

He’s here again. His mind and heart has returned his being into this crimson world his demons have created within him.

He feels it. He feels the corruption binding him tighter again for every death he brings by his tainted hands.

He looks at his bindings. And ever so slowly, the red and black coiling around his person will eventually reach his heart.

One day, he thinks, all this crimson and black in this world will swallow him whole and he will see the light no more.

Xiao sighs again.

This is his karmic debt.

The moment you stepped foot within Wangshu Inn, you knew he was in his prison again. After giving a quick greeting to the inn keeper, you hastily went to Xiao’s room. The closer you got, the heavier the atmosphere became.

You reached his door and knocked softly. As expected, no reply as he continues to struggle to take back his control over himself. Without hesitation, you stepped in. To anyone else, they would have instantly met his spear at their throats, but with you, this doesn’t happen. Instead, you see him crouched on the wooden floor with a hand on his chest. His knuckles were white and his breathing was ragged. His amber eyes- lost. Observing his form, yes… his moments of corruption are becoming progressively worse.

With swift steps of familiarity to this routine, you went to him and grasped his shoulders.

“Xiao, it’s me…” You whispered with clarity. And oh- how your voice brought a wave of comfort to his soul.

“N-name…” His voice cracked, but him calling to you is always a good sign.

You gave him a small smile and proceeded to grasp his hands together with yours. After which, you then leaned your forehead to his to chant your prayers. As your prayers progressed, slowly but surely, the corruption begins to fade along with the black mist that covered him. However, you took note how this ritual took longer than the last.

Once everything is done, Xiao just slumped onto your shoulders, still breathing deeply. “How are you feeling?” It was a useless question you asked every time this happens, but you always, always, have to make sure.

Usually, he would mutter a small ‘fine,’ but now- words seemed to have left his mind and all he could muster was an almost-unnoticeable shrug.

Truth be told- his response disheartened you, but you did not show it. Instead, you opted to simply encase him in your arms and caress his hair. After all, these are just one of the few, rare moments Xiao would leave himself into your care. Xiao is aware, himself, that his state has been becoming worse and worse. And you both know, that a day would come when he would just attack anyone- friend or foe- without a trace of hesitation. So, just this time- he speaks his feelings.

“Name?”

You answered immediately with a questioning hum.

“What would you do… when I finally lose control over myself?”

It was very subtle, but he felt how your hand stopped caressing his hair for a second, then proceeded to the previous task at hand again. In all honestly, you can never find yourself having an answer to that question. “And why would I ever let that happen to you?” You questioned back, fully aware that you were dodging his question.

Silence surrounded the two of you, unsure on what to do with the sudden heavier atmosphere.

Not wanting to face the cruelty of the world yet, Xiao simply buried himself on the crook of your neck even more. And despite the ghostly sensation of his lips on your skin, you could feel him mouth the words ‘I love you.’

“As long as I’m here,” you whispered, “nothing can hurt you.” And that was the most beautiful lie that the Yaksha has heard, but he was willing to believe all the same.

When word about Fatui diplomats starting a bank reached you, there was a nagging feeling in your head that trouble would bring itself present anytime soon. It was like an itch that wouldn’t get away. And the only way to have that itch gone is to scratch it.

“You are absolutely a fool.” Xiao stated darkly with crossed arms, for once disagreeing with the plans of his master.

“We can never know what their intentions are unless we let them start their bank, no?” Zhongli said as he gazed at the marsh spread beneath him.

The Yaksha only scoffed but said no more.

Building up your courage, you deemed it was your turn to voice out your thoughts, “Um… Rex Lapis, I see your point, but wouldn’t it be best to resolve the problem before it persists into something larger? We all know- All of Teyvat knows, that the Fatui are not to be trusted.”

Your archon offered you a kind smile, “I understand your worries, Name. However, as of the moment, they have not presented themselves as such. If they truly are our enemies, then it would be beneficial for us to know their intentions.”

You frowned deeply at his statement. Seeing you do so, somehow, your archon immediately identified your main concern.

“Is this about the Tianquan assigning you to be her representative for the Fatui?”

The moment those words left his mouth, a growl tore from Xiao’s throat, but he held his tongue.

“Did Ganyu tell you?”

The Archon nodded and you sighed.

“I volunteered, actually.”

And at that point, Xiao vanished into thin hair, but you could still his sense his presence around.

“May I know why?” Zhongli questioned gently.

For a moment, you struggled for words. You didn’t know how to describe this ‘itch’ to him. “At first, it was supposed to be Ganyu, since in the Tianquan’s eyes- Ganyu is an adeptus and she does not know that I am, too. Perhaps she didn’t want to put me in harm’s way, a ‘visionless human’ at the side of a harbinger. After some convincing to Ningguang for my volunteering, I spoke to Ganyu next.

“The adepti are divine beings that walk here in Liyue. I had this feeling that putting a divine next to a power-hungry harbinger would become an issue. I told Ganyu that, since I looked ‘harmless’ and ‘ordinary,’ the harbinger’s interest about the divine would never surface.”

A stretch of silence wrapped around them as Zhongli pondered over your words. “Perhaps, are you also planning to dig out the truth of their arrival?”

You nodded, “I knew you would allow them to stay, so I just took it upon myself to unfurl their secrets.”

“Hmmm… I grant you permission on doing this. However, should trouble arise, do not hesitate to tell us.”

The glare pointed at you was strong. Even without him saying a single word, you could hear his phantom voice in your head speak with such coldness, What are you thinking?

You simply gave him a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine, Xiao. I may be a human in mortal eyes, but please do remember that I am also an adeptus, no matter how weak I am.”

Xiao releases a huff, but still sits by your side at the floor of the balcony, letting the moon kiss his skin. “You’re not weak.” He mumbled as he snaked his hand to yours.

To him, you will never be weak. In fact, you were the strongest being he has ever laid his eyes on. Not physically, no. It was you mental and emotional fortitude. Back during the Archon War, he always admired how you kept your head held up high no matter the suffering you have experienced. No matter how much death surrounded you, you still fought. And that strength made you a survivor. During the war, you never failed to help the wounded. Even when someone dies under your care, you held strong for the departed and for those who are left behind. You were a pillar of hope.

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses every knuckle “… Just be careful. If ever you are in trouble do not-“

“Hesitate to call your name.” You finished, beaming at his words.

As someone who used to be a healer and a doctor, you were quite familiar with several mild skin diseases that mortals can suffer from.

If there is an itch, you do not scratch it- for you will only aggravate the area even more.

Now that you’re working alongside the Fatui as the Tianquan’s representative, the itch you kept feeling was only irritated more. Especially whenever you spoke with the Harbinger who goes by the name Childe. And since your work requires you to cooperate with him, you also don’t miss the chance to discover what he hides, should the opportunity presents itself.

Childe… his azure eyes certainly have their… charm to those unaware. However, you knew better. You know he’s capable of drowning you just by his eyes. While he may be a cheerful man, his eyes lack the lustre of joy. The eyes are the windows of the soul, yes? If so, all you see is an unending ocean that you do not want to swim in. The surface may be calm, but the deep is relentless. However, duty bound you are- deep within the ocean, you shall find the secrets the Fatui hides.

Again, another scratch to the itch, but it only irritates you more.

The news of Rex Lapis’s death became the catalyst of you confronting the Harbinger. From Yujeng Terrace all the way to Northland Bank, you ran (with Ningguang’s permission of course). Before you can even open the door to his office, something caught your eye.

It’s faint, but you’re an adeptus. You sensed elemental traces, just smack bang at the middle of the door. You carefully scrutinized the tracings, and fortunately you knew Snezhnayan script. And what you read only made your heart sink.

It’s ready.

With the adeptal arts, you managed to uncover the origins of these elemental tracings.

Scratch.

Without hesitation, you followed these tracings until it led you into some ruins.

Scratch.

Following the tracings further, you find yourself in a dimly lit room. Wary, you summoned your weapon imbued with your element.

Scratch.

Searching the room, you came across several antique boxes. You opened them.

Scratch.

What you saw were familiar. Too familiar. Dimming the room more with your element, you find more Sigils of Permission hanging on the walls and on the ceilings. The energy within them were faint, but with enough numbers, it’s enough to kill a-

“Well, well well, I thought you’d be there mourning for your Archon. But here you are, snooping around someone else’s research material.”

The sound of his voice made you sharply turn your head to him, your stance now more offensive. “What are you planning?” You bit coldly.

The Harbinger hummed a small tune, “Nothing much… But! If you’re really curious, I guess I could tell you.” He hummed some more but you knew he’s not finished. Once he finished his tune, he grinned to you menacingly and the depths in his eyes became even deeper and darker, “After all, I won’t let you leave this place with you knowing my secret~”

There was this one time, Xiao struggled against himself so much, he scratched himself red so that he could anchor himself back to the real world. You remembered how much you cried as he slept in your arms. You never wanted to see him do that again. Seeing him hurt himself also hurt you, too. It was like a stab in the heart, then a twist, and twist some more. A slap in the reality that you might lose him one day.

As he slept, you solemnly observed the wounds he sustained himself to. They were angry red, just like blood.

Now, you, yourself scratched that itch in your head too much into a wound for blood to seep through. You scratched too much and now you have to bleed from it.

You were slipping in and out of consciousness. Sleep was tempting you more and more but you know you have to wake up. You were aware that this is going on for days.

Everything hurts. You remembered how his blades, imbued with the Sigils, weakened you thoroughly. Every slash he brought to your body just drained the energy away from you. But still you had to do something.

He wanted an adeptus- he wanted an adeptus in order for the Sigils to grow stronger both in number and in power.

Now here you are, bound by chains and suspended at the middle of this empty room. These chains were adorned by talismans that drained away your energy. You were bleeding from your wounds of your previous battle.

Drip. Drip. Drip goes the blood and pools on the ground underneath you. The ground, you barely noticed, was lined by Liyuean script which enacts the ritual of the Sigils draining your divine power from your blood.

To the eyes of a sadist- you were a picture perfect in a canvas. A dark room lined by the damned Sigils, glowing an eerie gold. Then there's you with your bloodied clothes and chains. The red pool underneath was casting a red glow on your way, giving you a red shade to your pale skin.

Everything hurts-

And everything was driving you mad.

You can also feel the Overlord of the Vortex feed from your energy through the Sigils. You sensed his lust for power and revenge. You felt his anger and the corruption within him. You felt his hatred and his want to bring death. For days that felt like years, you’ve been battling against that very same god in your head. This battle was not something you shall not lose to and failure is not an option. If you fail here, then Liyue will fall.

This god- he was driving you mad slowly.

If ever you are in trouble, do not hesitate to call my-

You shut the thought from your head. You are not going to call him. You will not speak of him. You will not think of him. You will not call him. Not to this place where his corruption will grow. No. You Will Not Call Him.

If it means that me not calling you will keep you safe from the corrupted remnant of a god- so be it.

Please

However, no matter how much you denied yourself to call his name, no matter how much your heart yearns to be with him- the wind does not ignore the pained sob that left your lips.

Ever since the news of Rex Lapis's death and the visit of the Traveler with a Sigil in his hand- the corruption within him just bloomed into something feral.

The Sigil- there was something wrong about it but Xiao doesn't know what is it that is wrong. Then there's you- where are you? Surely with the news of their Archon's death- it would send you to bring forth a meeting for the adepti to talk this over. But now- for days- you remain not by his side.

With you missing- the demons inside him are slowly taking control over him, taking advantage of his vulnerability for you. For each passing day, it was slow torture for him- The worry bubbling in him was consuming him. He glared at the Sigil between his fingers and not failing to notice how his dark aura covers him once more.

“Traveler,” Xiao called sharply, “What is it you intend to do next?”

To any mere mortal, the look his eyes held were enough to strike fear, but the Traveler stealed themselves- meeting the adeptus’s gaze with an equally serious calm. “I have my suspicions on a certain harbinger and I-”

“Where?” The Yaksha growled.

“In the Golden House.”

Without a word nor warning, Xiao placed a hand on the Traveler’s shoulder and teleported them to the place where the Exuvia is hidden.

To the Traveler, everything happened so quickly as one event led to another. One moment, they were standing among unconscious bodies of the Millelith then the next thing they knew a corrupted and demonic gust of wind flew them away to the side. Regaining back their vision, they could see Alatus’s spear now at Tartaglia’s barrier made of Sigils.

Alatus narrowed his eyes at the floating talismans and began to calculate the flow of this incoming battle with precision and accuracy despite his losing control over himself.

It was a tense minute of sizing each other up, but eventually, Tartaglia has broken the silence with his annoying innocent voice.

“Who would have thought that I’d have the honor of fighting another adeptus of Liyue?”

The question immediately fed the corruption within him, the dark aura exploding at it. He knew that he should not believe in the Harbinger’s words so easily, but the glint in the latter’s eyes held truth. You could be out there, hurting, scared, alone. You could be out there, bleeding out. You could be out there dyi-

His aura exploded once more at the thoughts spreading in his being. With a burst of unspeakable power, Alatus lifted his weapon and pierced the barrier once more, this time breaking it without failure. At the threat, Tartaglia backed away as he donned his mask.

In a similar fashion, Alatus, too donned his mask. “I will ask you once,” the Conqueror of Demons spoke with a deathly calm, “Where is she?”

He should have killed him then and there. But the call of the Overlord of the Vortex must not be ignored as it threatens Liyue.

In the small opportunity of escape, Childe took it. But he was weak and injured as Alatus swiftly threw his spear to block his way and teleported right in front of him. In a show of power, the Conqueror of Demons lifted the mortal by the neck.

“I will ask you again, where is she?”

In fear, Childe told him everything and at his every word, Xiao listened carefully- never speaking once. But the anger within his heart, it boils- it rages. His amber eyes bored into Childe’s soul- thinking what he should do to this mortal. Oh how killing him would be so nice. However, when the Yaksha’s gaze landed on the regal form of the Exuvia, he merely threw the mortal in its way.

“Killing you would have been easier. However, the crimes you have presented against Liyue are not mine for me to judge.

I leave the Harbinger to you... Rex Lapis.”

Once out of the Golden House, the Overlord roared once more, shaking the lands of the nation. However, along with it, he heard the faintest of voices. I’m so sorry... I couldn’t hold him back anymore.

Only then did the demons in his heart freely took control of him. Just like the stories of old, where the Yaksha walks, death follows. But they were no stories. In his way towards the ruins where you were held captive, every step he took brought carnage and even more death and blood to taint his hands. No Fatui will leave this place alive. The very being of destruction ended many lives. Each death, the demons were growing stronger.

All he wanted now was to kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killkillkill killkill kill killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill

Then seeing you suspended in the ceiling and bound by chains. Blood was painted on your lifeless skin. Wounds were littered and bruises were blooming on your form. But most of all, your eyes. What were once full of life and hope- now empty and blank. His demons quieted down.

Broken. You were like a broken porcelain doll.

“N-name...” His voice cracked, not believing it all.

With haste, he quickly broke your binds and caught you in his arms. he was fast to check for your pulse and your breathing. And thank the Archons, you were breathing but barely. You were now walking the line between life and death. With all his might yet a gentle caress, he hugged you for dear life. “Name... It’s me...”

But still, your eyes still held no recognition and it shattered his heart to pieces. With further inspection, he sensed the presence within you. A corruption. A certain evil.

“Name, stay with me please,” Xiao begged with desperation as he fought back tears. “It’s me who supposed to be the corrupted one between us, not you... I’m not allowing you to leave me, you hear me-”

With a ritual of the adeptal arts, he started purging and purifying the evil left by the god who fed from you. He is not letting you stay alone in your prison, not for a second longer.

Xiao prays and he never prayed before. Even to his master. But just this once, He prays with desperation. You are the light in his darkness. You are the moon in his night.

The ritual was a delicate process. For every word he spoke, he was rewarded by your screams of pain and the writhing of your fragile body. He wanted to stop, but he can’t. He had to physically restrain you from trying to escape from his embrace and from hurting yourself. And for every cry you released, Xiao merely shuts his eyes clos just for him not to see your pained eyes. Every now and then, Xiao speaks gentle apologies and words of encouragement for you. You were coming back. But still, the evil persists.

You writhed and scratched against him, until you were creating more wounds for blood to seep through. When it came to a point, you began pleading and begging for him to stop, that was when Xiao had shed a tear. So he continues the ritual, his prayers, and his apologies. They were arriving to a point where the ritual is reaching its conclusion but your screams only grew louder.

Please, just a little more...

Please, just stop...

Please...

The corruption disintegrated away from you in a forceful release of dark energy. He was breathing deeply, attempting to calm his loud heart. When he placed his gaze on you, you were breathing rapidly and your eyes were searching blindly and your hands were desperately holding onto him.

“X-Xiao...” You whispered, “Where am I? Where are you?”

With a sigh of relief, the Yaksha hugged you again closer and his forehead to yours, fearing you would go away again. The action made you lift your hands to his face, still searching blindly.

“I’m here, Name... I’m here.” At his voice, the dam in your eyes broke as you cried silently. Xiao was not adept in emotions, but for you, he will face them gladly. He lets you cry as he gives you soft whispers of assurance, safety, love, and promises. However, you were not crying because of what had happened to you. You were crying for him. After experiencing such corruption-

You sobbed some more- you were this close to him losing you and you could not bring yourself to imagine if your roles were reversed.

“P-please,” you said with a broken voice, “please don’t go to the place where I can’t follow...’

The words, at first puzzled him, but after a few moments, he realized and once more it broke his heart. Bringing you closer, Xiao let loose the tears he was holding back. With a gentleness unexpected of the Conqueror, he simply littered your face with kisses. “I promise if only you would do the same.”

With your smile that he loved dearly for so long you too spoke your promise, “I do.” They were simply two words, but the comfort they bring into the Yaksha’s heart was in volumes.

After that, you shared a few tender moments in each other’s arms. Simply relishing the feeling of their familiar warmth. A little later, Xiao spoke, “Would you like to eat some Almond Tofu once we get home?”

The question made you giggle at his innocence, so you agreed. Despite you needing physical medical attention. But Almond Tofu with him? Yes, you two definitely need some emotional healing.

A/N: fINALLY dONE lmao this was supposed to be short but angst really makes me want to write longer everytime haha~ anyway this request really made me ponder bout genshin stuff with all the corruption this and corruption that but then a question popped up like-

how did childe replicate the sigil of permission? since sigils are imbued with divine energy, i just thought how did this guy accumulate so much sigils to the point of freeing Osial- a god!!! soooo i just played with the idea for a bit then figured out maybe these pieces of paper get the divine energy from a divine source right? and the adepti are divine beings of liyue and another thing- you guys might have noticed the change of names in some scenes- i dont know but i think somehow different names represents different side of a person like- we have childe the cheerful harbinger then tartaglia the power hungry harbinger- there’s Alatus who’s calculating and cold, there’s the Conqueror of Demons who’s ruthless and unforgiving, then Xiao who is calm and humane- lastlyyyyy i might post this in ao3 ksks

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #xiao #genshin xiao #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao genshin #xiao x reader #xiao imagines #zhongli #childe #ganyu #ningguang

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dandunn · 2 years

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1 for jiglup

(tw: discussions of death)

1. things you said at 1AM

"Jigen, would you kill me, if I asked you to?"

They were hunkered down in a motel room for the night, and there was only one bed. A recipe for a night of whispered secrets, a drink and a card game or maybe a night of regret-filled sex on a mildewy, stained bed.

Jigen was too tired for any of those, even if his long-term crush was up for the latter, he just wanted to sleep. But, Lupin wanted to talk.

"Hrm, what kind of a question is that?" Jigen rumbled in response. He was laying on his side, staring out the shuttered window as rain thrashed the parking lot outside, and Lupin was curled against him. If the muggy heat of the day hadn't dissipated into a clinging chill, maybe he'd have more to say about that.

"It's like I said, would you kill me?"

As quickly as he could manage, which was somewhere near the speed of a body being rolled onto a morgue table, Jigen turned over to look at Lupin, "Are you talking about one of your hypotheticals where you got bitten by a radioactive gas station attendant or a zombie bichon frise and I have to put you down like a racehorse with a broken leg?"

The dull, rain-streaked glow of the streetlights outside reflected off Lupin's eyes as he blinked, "Just answer the question."

"I don't want to." Jigen rolled back over, glancing at the cheap flickering red lines of the motel-issued alarm clock. It was ten past one in the morning. The itchy tired feeling behind Jigen's eyes meant nothing, sometimes even if he was bone-tired and desperate for rest, he would still lie in bed with his eyes closed and not drop off. There could be hours of this ahead yet.

It would be even harder to sleep if Lupin kept prodding him with existential nightmares of questions.

Just when the silence stretched out long enough for Jigen to think his partner had dropped it, he said quietly, "I'd trust you. To kill me, I mean."

A sigh of irritation huffed out of Jigen's nose, "I don't want to talk about this."

"You don't have to be afraid, Jigen." Lupin whispered, soothing as he pushed Jigen's hair away from his neck. A shivery feeling spread around the vicinity of Lupin's hand, and warmth from his front sank into Jigen's back. "I'm not planning on dying anytime soon," with a chuckle, he added, "maybe ever. But if I have to… I think it might be nice if it was you. Your gun, or your hands."

Jigen just didn't have the words, didn't have the energy to really run the ramifications of what his partner was saying, "Go to sleep, Lup."

"Okay. Goodnight, Jigs."

His partner pressed into his back a little harder for a few moments, rubbed his upper arm before slowly pulling away.

This was the part, Jigen thought, where he'd have to say whether he'd agree to the same terms, whether he'd want his life to end at the hands of his friend, his partner, the man who had saved it in the first place.

The answer came to him, immediate, thunderously loud and enthusiastic:

Yes.

Always.

Yes.

#jiglup #lupin the third #lupin III #my writing #ask a cowboy #arsene lupin iii #jigen daisuke

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okaymybeloved · 3 years

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promise? | ni-ki

bsf!ni-ki x reader

genre: best friend things, moving away, middle school into high school and college, a bit sad at the beginning, idol!ni-ki

summary: best friends y/n and ni-ki promise to be there for each other, always.

wc: 1430 words (this is so long omg)

a/n: i saw a prompt about pinky promises and thought it would be really cute to make a best friends au with ni-ki :) (this au also is based in japan but moves into korea as it goes on)

a/n pt 2: i will be using “riki” in the beginning of the story but will use “ni-ki” towards the end (it’ll make sense trust me)

“you pinky promise?”

“as always, y/n.”

you and riki have always been close, ever since elementary school. both of you would ride bikes together after school, making your mothers panic because their kids were gone for hours at a time. looking back, maybe you shouldn’t have done that to your mothers but those memories could never be replaced. you guys were inseparable. every aspect of your life was shared with him, as he did with you. emotions included. sadness, anger, happiness, you name it. you even started going to dance classes with him. albeit, you actually did enjoy dancing and would choreograph dances together. you both have spent most of your school life together and weren’t planning to separate from each other anytime soon.

“nishimura riki! i’m over here dummy!” you yelled from across the train station.

riki has been looking at his phone the whole time, only looking up after hearing your booming voice from across the station. he jogged a bit to get to you faster.

“hi, y/n! i missed you soooo much!” he teased.

“shut up, we literally saw each other yesterday. at school.”

the train arrives and you both squeeze through the crowd, conveniently finding two empty seats next to each other. as soon as you sat down, you start making conversation.

“riki, can you believe it? it’s our last day and we’re almost done with middle school. i’m excited but scared for high school. oh! we’re going to go to the same high school right? ah! i’m so excited now! i cant wait!” you spoke quickly and excitedly.

what you didn’t catch was that as soon as you mentioned high school, his face fell. he hasn’t told you that he was moving to korea over the summer. he was planning to do it today.

“yeah! i’m very excited! of course i’ll be with you.” riki says with the most fakest excited voice you’ve ever heard in your life.

you looked at him weird. as you opened your mouth ready to speak, the train arrives at your destination. everyone starts getting off and you both do as well.

the last day of school was so sad for you. during class, you cried when all of your friends gave you the biggest hug. your class was close with the teacher as well and she choked up saying goodbye to everyone. there was not one person in your class that didn’t cry. continuing on to your promotion, everyone received their certificates and started taking pictures with family and friends. your parents had come as well, supporting you on your special day.

“where’s riki? i want to get a picture of you two together!” your mom exclaimed.

“i’ll go find him! i’ll be right back!”

you looked around, hopefully spotting a tall boy amongst the crowd. as soon as you found him, you sprinted towards him.

“riki! riki! come here! my mom wants a picture of us together! hurry!”

he laughs at how much you’re rushing him and starts jogging to where your family was. you both started posing for pictures, taking some goofy ones as well. riki looks at you dying of laughter while looking at the photos that were just taken, realizing that this might be one of the last times he’ll ever see his best friend smile before he leaves.

you both went home and celebrated individually with your families. as the night slowly falls, riki realizes he has to tell you now, or else it’ll be too late. he walks to your house and knocks on the door. you open it, not expecting riki to be there,

“oh! riki! what brings you here? it’s late?”

“y/n, i need to talk to you.”

your heart stops for a bit. all these thoughts in your head were screaming at you. does he not want to be friends anymore? does he hate me? did i do something wrong? riki saw you just standing there, so he says,

“you didn’t do anything wrong, i just want to chat.”

you sigh a breath of relief and grab a jacket and head outside. walking to a nearby park, you both sit at the swings.

“hey, this kind of reminds me of that time you pushed me off the swing.” you laughed.

“it was on accident. plus you didn’t die so you’re fine.” riki snorted

“i broke my arm.” you said stonefaced.

he looked at you and both of you tried to hold in your laughs, but ultimately failed. as the laughter died down, riki becomes serious.

“you’re my best friend, y/n.”

“yes, you didn’t need to tell me that. i know.”

he didn’t know how to say it. but he has to. he just bursted out quickly without thinking,

“immovingtokoreatomorrowtobecomeatraineeandbeinanidolgrouppleasedontbemadatmeforleaving.”

you sat there, stunned.

“say that again, but slower.”

“i’m moving to korea tomorrow to become a trainee and be in an idol group. please don’t be mad at me for leaving.” he said again but slower.

you were trying to process it in your mind. your best friend. moving to korea. leaving you in japan. you didn’t even realize tears were dripping from your cheeks until riki used his sweater sleeve to wipe it. you looked up at him and he had tears in his eyes as well.

“i know i said i would be by your side forever. but this is my dream. i want to dance. i’m so sorry i have to leave you.” he cries.

you raised your hand and wiped his eyes with your sleeve as well.

“riki, it’s okay. i understand. this has been your dream since i’ve met you. i’m not mad that you’re leaving me. i want the best for you, always.”

only sniffles were heard as riki pulls you in for a long needed hug. you pulled apart and looked him straight in the eyes,

“remember when we were younger and did pinky promises?”

“of course i do, we still do that now.”

you immediately held out your pinky.

“nishimura riki, do you promise to always be there for each other, no matter what?”

he looked at your for a bit, and held out his pinky as well.

“of course i do.”

you both intertwined pinkies.

“you pinky promise?”

“as always, y/n.”

a couple years have passed now. you have graduated high school and started applying to different colleges.

riki, or now known to the world as ni-ki, has debuted in a group called enhypen. they have been promoting together for a couple years as well.

when ni-ki went to korea, you both tried to keep in contact as much as possible. however, he was very busy with trainee life and you were busy studying in order to get into a good college. you were so happy when you saw that ni-ki had debuted in a group called enhypen, after seeing him work so hard, especially through i-land.

you applied to all different colleges, mostly in japan but you just wanted to take a risk and applied to a college in korea. you did end up getting accepted into that college and was busy packing up all of your things in order to move.

as you arrived in your apartment in korea, you were so thirsty. parched if you will. heading down to the convenience store, you bought your favorite grass jelly drink. it was a nice day outside so you walked to one of the parks nearby and sat at the swings. maybe they were for young children but you didn’t care. you were in a whole new country with a new future ahead of you. swinging and drinking your drink was one of the most relaxing things to do after that long plane ride. you then felt a presence next to you.

“hi, y/n. it’s been a while.” the voice said.

you were shocked. you’ve only arrived to korea a couple hours ago. how did anyone know your name? you didn’t recognize the voice so you looked up. he looked so familiar. then it clicked.

“riki? or should i say, ni-ki?”

“hi.” he smiled.

you engulfed him into the most biggest hug and fell to the ground.

“see, i told you i promised.” he laughs.

you stood up and pulled him up as well. he stood up confused.

“you remembered what i said before you left?”

“of course i did. why would i ever forget?”

you held out your pinky, all the memories flooding back to when you did this years ago.

“you pinky promise?”

he held out his pinky, chuckling, as he intertwines it with yours.

“as always, y/n.”

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nox-artemis · 3 years

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Kentaro Miura

It took me awhile to get my thoughts in order. Honestly, as well intentioned as they are, a constant stream of fan tributes on Twitter and Tumblr more-or-less telling me how to process “The End” of Berserk with Miura’s death didn’t do a lot to console me, so I had to take some huge steps away from social media and only conversed my feelings with my other close Berserk fan-friends.

It was very surreal waking up yesterday morning to a friend messaging me simply saying, “did you hear the news?” When shit like that happens, I go onto my Google stories app and scroll through. I didn’t find anything really worth getting too upset over (maybe a bit sad that Queen Elizabeth II’s doggo died?) so it hit me to check my Twitter feed instead.

And that’s when I saw it.

We all know death is inevitable, and life is pretty much spent prolonging the point to that inevitability as well as preparing ourselves for when it happens to us or someone close to us. Being part of the Berserk fandom was the only time we all collectively had this on our mind not only for someone else but for someone we never met or really knew that much about. We only knew Miura through his magnum opus – and that was good enough for us. And no matter how much we discussed the worst-case scenario – pondering how the story would continue and how WE would continue – it still wasn’t enough to prepare us for this amount of shock. Hearing Miura had died and that the Berserk we know and love under his direct supervision is over truly felt like losing a long-lost friend.

It wasn’t just that the Berserk we know of is “over”, but that Miura didn’t have to die. He was only 54: not a young age, but not an old age either, especially by today’s standards. He could have seen the end to his magnum opus the way he envisioned it, yet he died of something so avoidable but is only brought about by a great deal of stress (from what I’ve read). It was always a morbid open rumor that so many of Miura’s infamous hiatuses were actually mental and/or physical health breaks, so the older or more conscious of us fans, while always eager and anxious for a new chapter, learned to not take them so personally. Miura was a spellbinding artist and storyteller, but he was also a human with his own life and conflicts that he was entitled to address at his own pace. This isn’t meant to blame anyone (at the very least, maybe to address some societal/industry issues), but it’s troubling enough to remind everyone – as the story of Berserk has demonstrated – that you need to take care of yourself physically and mentally, and while everyone struggles in life, you don’t have to struggle alone.

I always despised this weird cult of youth that insinuates that life isn’t worth pursuing once you hit your mid-thirties, and how some people so engulfed in their youth insist that they wouldn’t mind dying by the age of 50 or 60. It’s a shame when people live by that because there’s so much to live for beyond your youth – as I’ve learned, I only started buckling down when I transitioned into my thirties. Miura could have had a longer life ahead of him, going beyond Berserk and into his other endeavors, professional and personal, but that will unfortunately never happen now.

Everyone knows I have a lot of thoughts and opinions on Berserk. Most of you found out about me through my blogging several years ago, and I’m pretty proud that I was never the sort of fan that groveled at Miura’s feet and treated Berserk as some untouchable holy book: there were things I disliked about Berserk and things that disappointed me about Miura’s writing, but there were SO MANY MORE THINGS that I loved about Berserk and was proud of Miura for, and I wished him to continue his advancement in narrative growth. He did so and we watched it happened.

And, by meeting so many friends and acquaintances through the fandom, we saw a lot in ourselves change too. It’s surreal how we always joked that it would be one of us fans who would die before Berserk ended or the worst-case scenario of Miura dying; maybe some of us secretly preferred for that happen. But when we weren’t waiting around for another chapter… look at how much we’ve done with our lives! We graduated high school, undergrad, grad school, started and advanced our careers, traveled the world, got together, popped out a kid or two!... And while we experienced a lot of downfalls and tragedies that coincide, can you believe how much we have accomplished together?

We were all personally inspired, motivated, persuaded by Berserk in different ways: a lot of us were inspired for the better and admittedly, some for the not-as-good (if spending countless hours on Tumblr has taught me, there were definitely some toxic fan takeaways that had to be confronted). I’m not going to go to the point of saying that I now live my life by Berserk’s philosophy to a T or live as a reflection of certain characters (because I’m pretty sure that Miura was trying to tell us to NOT live your life like some particular characters) but it certainly helped to brings some aspects of life and existence into perspective, through the lenses of so many characters. Berserk also inspired me to write more, an already favorite pastime of mine, and how I should go about writing and planning a story, taking cues from Berserk on how to and how NOT to write and approach things in my own way, which I think is for the best in the long run. I can only dream that I’ll be published someday – which doesn’t have to be a pipe dream because it’s still much more possible than impossible. And so many other have done the same, creating our own stories and works.

And OF COURSE Berserk inspired me to be a little bit badass from time to time in moments of frivolity and seriousness – but it reminds us all that being badass and being a kinder person who tries to become the best version of themselves are not mutually exclusive. We definitely need more of that in today’s world.

We all made our own little bonfires of dreams happen, and because of Berserk existing, there will be a lot more beginnings than endings, and I don’t see a lot of bonfires being extinguished anytime soon. Miura poured his heart and soul into Berserk and its characters, and while he has passed on, his characters and lessons will live on through us and everything we create and how we live our lives (hopefully for the better).

I was happy to share all of my thoughts with you all – and I’ll continue to do so, since the mythos of Berserk has been a major backdrop of my creative mind for over fifteen years now and there is still so much to dissect and speculate. Personally, I don’t see Berserk ending just yet, if only because I’d be surprised that Miura or his publisher didn’t have some Operation London Bridge type plan in place in the event that this happened (Berserk is, after all, a major title that most likely brings Young Animal a lot of revenue). Again, I never treated Miura or Berserk as divine untouchables, so if there are plans in place to continue Berserk without Miura (BUT with his permission) or just on how to wrap up the story to give it a fulfilling conclusion, I personally would be okay with it (as a friend of mine put it, it’d be more of a tribute than an imitation). Going beyond our lifetimes, works will continue to be interpreted and reinterpreted as they have since time immemorial; perhaps Berserk will reach that point someday.

Honestly, and many have thought so too, Berserk was also meant to be cosmic level in both scale and concept. The plot is so grand and Byzantine that, even under Miura’s direct supervision, I always had a hard time envisioning how a story of this scale would conclude. As much as we love to hate him, a final showdown between Guts and Griffith seems too simple, too “good vs. evil”-esque for Berserk. Maybe having a low-key, vague but optimistic and bittersweet wrap up is what is best for Guts, Casca, and their new-found family. But that’s just another one of my fan speculations.

Regardless or what is to become of Berserk now, I think it’s safe to give adulations. We all came across Berserk at different times in our lives and stuck with the story for different reasons. For some of us, it was just another series that our friend from the campus anime club recommended to us; for others, we were drawn in from a morbid curiosity of its dark notoriety in anime circles. A few of us read for the gratuitous violence and the clout (because we all know you’re so deep and hardcore [/sar]), but a lot more of us read for the journey and the characters that we became a part of. The heaviness of Berserk made us confront a lot of trauma and even relive our own. For some of us, understandably, it was not a good idea to dive deeper (and maybe somethings could have been handled better); for the rest of us, it helped us cope, if not entirely through the story itself, than through the support network we made for ourselves in this fandom and its many realms (some realms, I argue, are more caring and nurturing than others).

From time to time, I always wonder if I would ever “grow out” of Berserk. There were indeed several times I took a step away from fandom and have tried to reduce my exposure to the story - but I always came back in some way, because the essence of Berserk has never left me and never will. Humorously I envisioned myself actually forgetting about Berserk for several decades, decades in which I work at my career, raise my family, mourn my elders, but continue living my life, only to go on the future internet in my mid-50s to find out… Miura is STILL working on that ending, sitting at his desk in the same pose as that famous monochrome capture of him, only he’s grayed and wrinkled, like the great Miyazaki.

The possibility of that future is over, but there are so many others.

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dreamii-yume · 4 years

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Is giving Malleus birthday crumbs requests okay? If not please ignore. And if yes : how about a scenario where we give Malleus a gift for his birthday and also a hug since he is touch starved. Malleus could be a bit greedy and want more... You can make it as spicy as you want👀.

Love your works! Keep it up!!❤️❤️

“Um...Malleus, isn’t it about time...?” You called out, lips twitching to the side. However, the only response you got from the horned fellow was a tighter embarace down your waistline. You hitched a breath and laughed nervously, despite feeling your soul leaving at that moment. “O-Ow...! Okay, okay, I’m guessing that’s a no then? Haha...”

You breathe out, your hands fist Malleus’ sleeves tight, ultimately guilty of wrinkling his suit. You felt his hands wrapped around you more, pulling you closer as he buried his face right on the crook of your neck. He doesn’t look like he was going to let go anytime soon, you have no choice but to close your eyes instead. You felt like an idiot for asking.

Well...It’s not about when he’ll let go though, it’s about how you can even get out in the first place. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, but having yourself sat on his lap in a reverse position, facing him with his cock buried deep inside you like this...It wasn’t how you planned to spend your night with him but whatever, you guessed

You shifted in your position, which was a huge risk considering every movement would just send an electric shock throughout your body. You’ve been like this ever since Malleus made this silly little request of his...Well, “silly” is what you initially thought about it, thinking that he might’ve been joking but now, it’s become an understatement. It was very rare for him to make a request of you, and given that it was indeed his birthday, you were just too weak to refuse such a...lewd request.

So, suffice to say, here you were, with his cock— one of his cock to be exact, poking at the entrance of your womb. Malleus actually wanted two of them in there, but you just don’t think you have enough experience to do that, you’ll probably die before it go all in if you’re being honest here. He gave you a pout at first, but he eventually settled on one, his other length had to make do with rubbing against your clit for now. You actually thanked him for that, by the way, but it doesn’t make your situation any less strange at this point.

You don’t know how long you’ve been like this or when Malleus would finally stop using you as a cockwarmer and just fuck you normally. God, you sound like an utter whore with that sentence, maybe it was because of the pressure and frustrations seeping out of you that made you this willing to do just about anything right now? You can’t help it, your voice was too shaky with how stuffed your pussy felt, you were leaking and you felt sensitive all over. You do know that it hasn’t been too long at least, but goddamn, had it felt like hours had already passed by, you were practically dying of second-hand embarrassment.

You glanced at Malleus, attempting to communicate with him but any attempt of doing so, such as tapping him on the shoulder was solely ignored. Cheeky bastard...For someone who doesn’t understand how birthdays work, he was definitely getting ahead of himself by taking advantage of his “Birthday Boy” card. Still, you can’t exactly blame him for it, in fact, you even went as far as to wrap your arms around him. The least you can do is enjoy the moment, this was a rather soft side of him anyways.

“Oh my~ How shameless! You two lovebirds certainly know how to spend a steamy birthday night together~!” You flinched as soon as you heard that familiar eccentric voice. You turned your head around, face burning at the thought of someone had actually caught you both like this. Malleus, however, just lifted his head up to see his supervisor, Lilia, looking a like a teenage girl at the sight. “Now, this is what I’m talking about when it comes to youth! Ah, how nice~”

“L-Lilia-senpai, i-it’s not what you think, I...!” You immediately tried to justify yourself, not wanting the older fae to look at you as if you just flunged yourself towards his son shamelessly. “M-Malleus just...!”

However, Lilia just playfully winked at you. “Oh, there’s no need for explanation, Darling~! Why do you look so embarrassed about it~?” He squealed, his teasing tone of voice does not make the situation any better. “Malleus was the one who thought about it, right? I know because he’s been talking about it nonstop for days now, you know!”

“H-He was...!?” You exclaimed, looking at Malleus who looked away with another one of his pout. Somehow, you felt his dick twitched inside of you, it almost made you moan out loud.

“I know right~!? That’s why, it’s fine. Truth to be told, I’m actually thankful.” Lilia said with a grateful smile, crossing his arms. This would’ve been a touching moment if it weren’t for your current position, somehow the awkwardness just seeps through. But still, you would be lying if you say that it didn’t warm your heart. “Thank you for accepting Malleus’ request, (Y/N). He may not express it much, but he’s incredibly happy right now. Of course, I feel just as glad.”

“...Also, forgive him if he gets a little too rough that you might not be able to walk for days, okay~?” Lilia added in with a cheerful smile, making you choke in your own breath. That definitely sounded more like a warning, rather than a heart-felt speech! “My poor Malleus is just quite the touch-starved individual, you see~”

“A~and that’s my cue to leave! I got my lines out pretty good right there if I could say so myself~” Lines!?

“W-Wait, Lilia-senpai, what do you mean-“ Your attempt of interrogating your senior a bit further ended with a cut as your very own Tsunotarou had finally moved after a long time. You gasped at the way his cock managed to slip in even further, triggering your pleasure buttons. He laid you down on the table nearby, careful not to let himself disconnect from your sex. You paled at how he hovered above you, his hands slammed down on each side of your head. Your intuition kicked in and you felt as if it’s not going to be a good one. “M-Malleus...?”

“Oh, look how eager he is~! I’m sure no one but you can calm him down now, (Y/N)! Seriously, you’re so perfect for each other!” You turned your head upwards to see Lilia’s head just popping out of the doorway, his hands ready to close the door for the two of you. “Bye-bye~! I’ll leave you two in peace now~ Make those sweet, sweet love~!”

“L-Li—!” With his tongue sticking out, Lilia waved before slamming the door shut for the two of you. Your eye twitched. “What the fu—!”

“I believe you can do it now.” You trailed off from calling out for Lilia as you heard Malleus spoke and looked down at him.

“Eh?”

With that, you froze a you widened your eyes, instantly paling at the sight of him holding his other stiff cock near your stuffed cunt. Malleus only looked back at you with such a seductive expression that you would’ve found attractive given in any other situation. He licked his lips in the process, staring at your sprawled out form. He couldn’t possibly mean—!? “I’ve been inside you for a while now, there must be more space for another one, right?” Then, he smiled, a smile that looked innocent at first glance but looking clearly, it closely resembles Lilia’s. It was not a good thing. But then, it was also only at this moment that realization striked you...

“I’d have to thank you for this delicacy, (Y/N). I’ll be indulging myself with you from now on~”

...That yup, this was definitely planned.

Lilia’s one of those parents, after all.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #Birthday Crumbs (Malleus)

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justasimptm · 3 years

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The Bride C10

I hear my sisters screaming from the kitchens, promptly followed by loud crashing and the shouts of various other servants. Now this typically wouldn’t be alarming, until however, I hear them calling out to me. They would never do that unless something was direly wrong, they’re too proud, so the echoes of my name through the halls sets a pit into my stomach that has me swarming downstairs so I can get there as soon as absolutely possible. They have two maids cornered against the pantry, both have tears streaming down their faces, quaking with such force I’m convinced they’re going to fall.

“What’s going on?” I demand, skimming over the bunch to see if there’s any visual clues. Both servants have spots of blood adorning their aprons, not too unusual. What is out of place, however, is the pained look on Bela’s face as she holds a hand to her side. Daniela speaks without turning away from her targets.

“Three of our ungrateful maids thought it would be beneficial to their lives to attack us and escape.” She hisses, brandishing her blade at them hazardously. Three catches my attention, recounting I see the problem. “As you can see, sister, one of them managed it. She stuck Bela in the side and took off out the door. You need to go get her and bring her back before she gets to town or does anything stupid.” My eyes widen as I whip my head towards the cracked door, peering out past it to catch a glimpse of a figure fleeing off down the hill. I curse loudly, before taking off after her. She’s definitely faster than I originally anticipated, having made it a good portion of the way to town before I catch up with her. My fingers latch on the collar of her dress, yanking her backwards and off balance just enough to make her stumble, not quite enough for her to fall. The moment she regains her balance she twirls on me, looking like a cornered animal, I’m half convinced she’s going to start hissing at me. I recognize her in a heartbeat, it’s Claire, and my split second of hesitation is all she needs, thrusting her hand forward at me, sinking a knife she had so carefully hidden deep into my abdomen.

I gasp sharply at the sudden intrusion, both out of surprise and pain. Pain? Lots of pain-oh shit a LOT of pain. She tears her hand back, pulling the knife free, which both makes the sharp stinging better and worse. I catch a glimpse of the blade and I immediately know why it feels like she shoved a hot poker into my side. The knife she’s holding is one of the three all silver blades my mother kept as decor, given to her by my father when she agreed to marry him. Silver, ironically, one of the few things that will cause me immediate damage. It sticks to me like an infection, which is kind of funny, and if it isn’t treated it spreads like poison. It gets into my blood, like it reignites my disease, the veins from the wounds turning black as it spreads. The only reason my pendant hasn’t done that yet is Mother Miranda did some cracked shit to it when I first changed making it so it wouldn’t spread, which is honestly very fortunate given the fact it nearly melted into my chest from during my transition.

Her mouth drops open, like she wasn't expecting that to work and she lets go of the handle, letting it clatter to the ground. The blade is coated in my blood, shining black in the sun. Shakily I bring one of my hands up to the wound, my fingers barely graze it but the reaction is immediate and jarring. A scream tears from my throat, the girl jumps and starts running again. Another wave of pain shoots through my stomach making me whimper, it feels like she poured alcohol straight into it. I stumble forward a step, trying to will myself into motion.

I still have to stop her, get to her before she reaches town, but my foot catches on air and I fall forward. I barely manage to catch myself before I slam down face first. The impact itself is startling, but it does jolt my brain enough to shake me from my stupor. I know I’ll be fine, if I catch her in time I’ll end up killing her, she’s dead if I bring her back home anyway, but this way at least she can fix what she did to me. That’s probably the only bonus about who my mother employs. Only females, and all ‘pure’. Maiden’s blood is not only the best blood for us to make us stronger, but the only thing that really can heal this kind of damage in us. If I can just get to her, I’ll be fine. Getting to her, however, seems to be where the difficulties lie, as she seems very determined to make it as far from me as possible, and given the sheer amount of pain that rips up my nerves anytime I do so much as breathe, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do it.

I have to try. After all I’ve lived through, I refuse to die here on the side of the road, there by the fault of my sisters. With all the power I have left in my body I force myself to swarm, as it’s far easier to move at that point. Still, she moves faster, unwounded and already with a head start. Fate, however, seems to be on my side, despite everything that’s happened up until that point, because in moments she’s essentially swarmed by Lycans. None attacking her, just forming a wall of bodys so she can’t go any further. I make it a few feet from them before I’m forced to reform, dropping to the ground immediately and crying out on impact. Through the sound of the blood rushing through my head, the snarling of the Lycans, and the frightened whimpers of the likely soon to be dead maid, I can hear someone shout my name.

There’s a lot of distress in the tone, and for a second it sounds like it’s coming from everywhere, until I feel hands pulling at my arms, tugging me to turn over and sit up. Through the black dots that are dancing across my vision, I can make out the vague details of my new company.

“Y/N? Y/N what’s wrong!” He growls, his yanking makes me groan, down a ways from us the sounds of crying and snarling grows louder, nearly drowning out his voice. He’s quick to snap at them, telling them all to shut up before fixing his eyes back to me.

“Heisenberg?” I choke out, blinking up in surprise. What’s he doing out here? He laughs slightly, shaking his head. He pulls off his dark glasses, revealing his brilliant amber eyes to me for the second time since we met.

“Darlin’ you look like you’re dying, I think you can call me Karl.” He says airly, clearly trying to keep the situation calm despite the amount of panic lacing his voice. “What did she do to you?” He stresses, glaring up at Claire for a moment before skimming up and down, locking onto where my hands are grasping. When he catches sight of the black blood staining through my fingers a deep dangerous sound claws its way up out of his lungs. He turns as if he’s going to start at her, but my fingers catch on the hem of his jacket before he can fully get away.

“Need-need blood-” I choke, looking at him for a moment before fixing my eyes on her, hoping he’ll understand the message I’m conveying, and judging by the dark look that storms over his face, he does.

*Heisenberg’s POV*

I’d first like to start this out by saying, no, I’m not stalking her. But after the terror in her voice when she begged me to leave, I had a feeling something was wrong, so yeah, I decided to keep a closer eye on her just in case. Doing so I had to make sure Lady Douche wouldn’t catch on, so I kept my distance, mostly having one of my Lycans hover around the property, and alert me when she left or if there was commotion. Imagine my surprise when after weeks of quiet, the idiotic creature sends out the danger sign. After so much calm, and immediate red signal sent me into high gear, with no idea what to expect I ordered a group of my higher functioning creations to run out ahead of me as I followed along, having them track her down and stand guard just in case. So when she finally appeared in view, a stunning cluster of brilliantly colored black and yellow moths, streaming after a human, the confusion laced in me was understandable. Until I saw her rapidly gain back her mass and drop to the ground like a stone.

Something was very wrong. I shouted her name and she barely responded, only focusing hazily when I grab her around her middle and hoist her up and over so she’s facing up. Her eyes are unfocused and I honestly can’t tell if she can recognize me. Her face is scary pale, drips of perspiration dotting her forehead and along the bridge of her nose. I want to laugh in relief when she finally responds, her voice crackling and light, the reply enough to encourage me she’s going to be okay. Until my eyes settle on her side, where her hands are clenched so tight I bet she’d have marks left on her palms from where her nails were digging in. Between her finger tips and soaking into her dress, I see the familiar and tell tale spread of black. She’s bleeding.

How the hell is she bleeding? Obnoxious whimpers remind me we aren’t alone, and my head whips to the side, fixing my gaze firmly on the girl surrounded by my creations. Did she do this? I’m going to tear her to shreds-at least that’s what I plan, before the light pressure on my jacket halts my steps.

She croaks out she needs blood before looking past me at the snivelling mess. If she needs blood to heal, I’ll get her all the blood she needs. Starting with the blood of the stupid bitch who hurt her, and anyone else it’ll take to make her better.

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#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x reader #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village #re village #re8 #re8 karl heisenberg

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sunflower1experiment · 3 years

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Danganronpa trigger happy x Reader (Kakeguri) REMAKE

Makoto

“Um (Y/N).” You hum, “There’s a….Whats your ultimate?” Holding your waist you set down a music box, “I’m the ultimate music box .” He nods, you play with some cards. “But I came from a school of gambling so it doesn’t really signify my musically fashion.”

You spin the wheel in silence while Monokuma went on a whole rant about despair, killing game. You then turn to him, “I think you’re in over your head dear…let’s say none of us do kill one another: because they’ll have me as their life gambler…” you then smile eerily, “And by any chance someone does try to commit murder they’ll be personally embarrassed by me.” You set the music box down. “Consider this lovely melody to be our timer.”

You lean in close to Sayaka then hug her close, Makoto actually noticed your calm aura when you did so. “Thanks (Y/N)-“ you then spoke, “Sayaka….if you lay a hand on anyone. You’ll end up dying. Your chance of murder is at a low: because you’re to emotionally unstable. Here.” You placed another music box in her hand. “Sayaka I know when you’re not with the box…don’t play with your life.” Makoto watched you leave with a confused stare.

Later on when he was asleep in Sayaka’s room you knocked on the door. He opened it only to flinch as you carefully nudged Leon inside, “Stay right there darling…” you peck both of their head’s. Then left.

Makoto never found out why you did that but Sayaka was sitting alone trying to stay calm whilst you happily did Celeste’s hair. You soon went to Sayaka and held her hands then hugged her close, he blinks. “….So…you weren’t going to embarrass anyone if they did that?” You chuckle, “That depends.”

He never understood you, no one did. But you showed signs of being sweet, caring, and eerie at the same time. Until Junko made the wrong move and was killed, “……” your cold eyes soon turned into a soft stare whilst she mumbled a few words. You caught her wounded body and carefully laid the girl down, “Rest easy.”

Since then he slowly fell in love with you, but the way your personality and persona just poured out anytime a motive came out, he was somewhat scared? No that’s wrong: so he grabbed you by the arms one day. “I’ll make sure we escape: no matter what- because I love you!” He then hugs you close.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)-“ you slowly wrap your arms around Makoto. “I love you too…”

Byakuya

“What do you want?” You walk past the male and grabbed a book before sitting alone yourself. This was the second motive going on now, you smile a bit before shutting it and setting the book beside him. He soon read it and chuckled darkly. “Clever boy.”

“Hee hee, you actually thought I’d let anyone die!? Especially when these secrets are nothing but a phenomenon of our fears. Like my friends Yumeko and Kokichi say, there’s nothing more fun than causing a bit trouble.” Mondo growled, “FUCK YOU!” He pins you to the wall. “How the HELL CAN YOU SAY THAT!? You nearly put Chihiro at risk!” You chuckle, “But I didn’t. He’s alive and so are you.”

Byakuya pinned you to the wall later on. “What was the point in exposing Genocider syo!? What was the point?” You grin, “In case my plan decides to fail, Toko will talk to someone about it sooner or later. Besides, you’re my bishop of my game.” He held your hand, “If I’m the bishop what does that make you!?” You held his face then lean in, “I’m your king Byakuya.” You twirl him around and dip the male. “We can win this game together.”

Byakuya walked ahead while you shadowed him. Your words embedded into his head, “As your king I look up to you, you’re my advisor, the one who practically controls me to a degree.” He wasn’t phased but he couldn’t help the fact that he admired your dedication to this game and keeping everyone alive.

Until he found your wounded body and Genocider syo cackling aloud. “I knew I found a hottie but to find two of them!? Oh man that’s just a huge score for me!” You chuckle. “Oh dear me, forgive me Syo but I’m gay. Your dear master is the one I’ve fallen for.” Byakuya’s strong glare caused the two of you to freeze up. “(Y/N) you’re an idiot. As for you! I’m not in love with you…” you sneer. “He didn’t deny my love.”

That ended up with you laughing and making jokes whilst grunting in pain. “Shut up (Y/N), you put your life at risk for the sake of who!?” “You of course.” He sneered, “Thank you.” Pecking your cheek the male held you close to his chest.

Taka

“(Y/N)! You’re late!” You smile while Taka playfully scolds you, “Oh no, I lose.” He couldn’t help but laugh heroically. “Let it be known as the ultimate Moral compass and the ultimate President. We were meant to work together!” With a wink you finger gun at him. It hasn’t been a few days and the two of you were already work partners.

The way you’d treat Taka was so, well loving. You were respectful of everyone: gentle with Toko but firm as well, very gentle with Chihiro and Mondo whilst showing some respect to Byakuya and Celeste. “Their choices may be questionable to everyone but this is just their choices from growing up so fast. No pity however, I’m sure Byakuya takes pride in it.” Taka admired your calm empathetic nature.

Kyoko and Makoto along with Taka were the first to look at you when it came to the body discovery. You calmed everyone down then set everything in motion, “The killer is one of us yes but: the one who initiated it emotionally was the bear. So please don’t hate each other once the blackened is gone.”

Taka hadn’t realized once Leon was executed you took it to heart. You sighed sadly as tears slowly flood your eyes, “May my precious friends Rest In Peace….” With that you sat alone for awhile and planned to escape without anyone else. One day Taka hugged your waist and you held his arms, “Taka…I’ll end this game for us okay?”

At first he didn’t understand but when he saw you gambling with Monokuma, aka “JUNKO FUCKIN ENOSHIMA!!” You smile darkly, “(Y/N) Enoshima.” You both had the same devious smile but you were on their side. Taka gripped his fist then yells, “YOU BETTER WIN (Y/N) OR I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!”

You chuckle a bit before setting five cards down, she does the same and you both reach forward. With one swipe your eyes gleam while hers gleam as well. “Let’s give it everything we got.” You then join after her. “IT’S PUNISHMENT TIME!!”

Taka backs up while you and Junko walked off with Monokuma to be executed while you jumped from the stage and smiled softly. “Shall we all escape together.” You show everyone the button. “(Y/N) you beautiful GENIUS!” The male scoops you up and spun around happily.

Celeste

“Call me the ultimate dealer…I serve whoever I find worthy.” You now respectfully towards everyone before standing alone. “If I may.” Celeste puts a hand out and you immediately bow respectfully. She blushed, “Mmhmm how respectful. Do you mind serving me?” Your eyes gleam, “I only serve to those I find worthy. Show me that your worthy.” She smiled as if accepting the said challenge.

With that you both gambled, you deal and seal the cards swiftly before swiping each one out. For awhile you’d wear a poker face until she noticed the sudden change in your behavior, you’d have such a wide grin and she’d immediately assume they were good cards. But she’d end up wasting her own cards whilst you had regular old ones. When you both came to the end you tied….she covers her mouth. “Celestia Ludenburg…”

You get on one knee then held her shoes up. “I shall serve you and only you as the ultimate dealer.” Ever since then your attention was on hers and hers alone, when she asked Hifumi to serve her however you grew a bit envious…sure she yelled at him but when he served the tea you immediately spoke. “If my lady is not satisfied with your brewing. I’ll personally execute you.” She chuckles. “You heard them.”

Sometimes she’d sit on your lap whilst you told tales of the work and people you screwed over just to see if they were worthy of your time. Until she caressed your chin, “If we were to become blackened…would you serve me still.” You held her chin. “Celeste…I’d never turn my back to you, but I won’t let you be a blackened. Do you trust me?” She leans on your chest, “Of course….” That was a lie…but she wished she hadn’t lied.

It’s not that you wanted to commit such crimes but it was for your lover. You carefully hid Hifumi and Taka away, when the mastermind wasn’t watching and no one found them but you told them the plan beforehand luckily. Celeste gave you a worried stare while you smile softly, “Phuhuhu looks like someone will be executed~”

“Not quite.” Kyoko points at Monokuma. “We all know the truth now. Thanks to (Y/N).” She felt her eyes widen, “Really?” You set some papers down. “We used to be students here…and the culprit is Junko Enoshima.” Celeste was…amazed to say the least but guilt started to rise inside her body.

When Taka and Hifumi came back you opened your arms to Celeste only to gasp as she glomped, cried then kissed your head. “I’m so sorry dear. I never wanted you to risk your life like this-“ shushing the smaller girl she sniffles as a hand rubs her head. “It’s alright. We can escape this hellhole now..” You all escaped the school that day, filled with…hope? For once.

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