#pistol fingers @ u loudly

[jasontoddswhitestreak]

what died didn’t stay dead

(originally posted by vormirjumper)

dedicated to @starsvck and @artipotter hope u enjoy this <333

summary: the last thing you remember was fainting in wakanda thinking you saw your own fingertips turn to dust only to wake up in a world where natasha romanoff no longer existed. inspired by marjorie by taylor swift

content warning: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, set after endgame, angst, mentions of death, trauma, their relationship ending on a bad note, trust issues & previous steve x nat, (WANDAVISION SPOILERS AT THE END)

‘моя любовь’ = ‘my love’ in russian <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (please lmk if anyone written something similar to this! & if you want more nat content lmk!)

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PART TWO

You forced your eyes open.

Pulling yourself up from the ground you glanced at your arms in confusion. You swore you saw your own hands turn to dust before fainting. You glanced around to take in your surroundings eyes widening in shock as you saw the hundreds of Wakandan's you fought beside minutes ago appearing out of dust. You stared speechless as you watched people materialise out of thin air, the dust forming into fingers, then a whole hand and eventually becoming a person who's mirroring your exact reaction.

You felt guilty about the first thought that came across your mind.

'Is Nat okay?' You panicked while rushing to look around, ignoring how you spent the last few years loathing her to hide your heartbreak.

You were an avenger since the beginning. The two of you were on the same team during the airport fight which wasn't surprising due to your history together. Despite the slight age difference between the two of you, your personalities worked well together which is why you got along well, so well in fact that those platonic feelings you thought you had for her developed into something more and somehow you found yourself in her bed many times in her arms with your bodies pressed against one another's, struggling to catch your breath, bliss written all over your face. Your legs were intertwined with hers as you embraced the warmth radiating off her. You refused to acknowledge the unspoken tension in the atmosphere due to the fear of speaking out about your feelings and end up ruining what you had. You couldn't help but let the insecurities build up as you gently caressed her cheek, her eyes met yours back in adoration, full of what could've been love.

But you knew she once looked at him in the same way.

"I love holding you in my arms моя любовь." She muttered, as she stroked your hair gently, you hummed in response, not trusting your own voice. What you both had felt right, you didn't want to ruin it, you didn't want to label what you had together due to the job you both have. Being an avenger doesn't exactly mean stability, anything could happen.

You remember the panic you felt when Ultron took her, the chance of losing her filled you with dread, but you also had faith. You knew how strong Natasha was. Your faith gave you strength and it kept you alive, Nat admired that about you.

The two of you fit together well, whether it was on the field or outside of the field. You could predict each other's moves and although telepathy isn't either of your powers, you know what the other was thinking. You made her better. You helped her wipe out the red in her ledger and when everyone's files was exposed to the globe you were right there by her side comforting her as she feared the reaction from everyone. You were there for her when nobody was and you stood by her side no matter what. Those feelings were reciprocated, you knew Natasha would've done anything for you.

She would even sacrifice herself for the possibility of you coming back.

Then the Accords happened and Nat betrayed the Accords, ending up on the run with Steve, Sam, Wanda and Vision. You were left alone at the compound with an injured Rhodey.

"How could you do this?" You spat out, voice full of hatred as you watched Natasha let Steve and Bucky get away. Your pistol shook in the palm of your hands, pointed directly at Natasha who lowered her own onto the ground, allowing herself to be defenceless.

"It's not that easy моя любовь, you out of all people should understand that." She explained, and you scoffed in response. The pet-name which once caused a flutter in your stomach now fuelling the fire that's building up. All the insecurities you felt during your relationship suddenly turned to hatred. You should've expected this, you should've expected that after all this time she would've chosen Steve over you.

"I guess you'll never change." You responded flatly, admitting defeat. You silently walked passed her and climbed out of the rubble that was created, allowing a wall to be in between the two of you not knowing you tore a piece of her heart as you did so.

That was two years ago.

You thought you'd never have to see her for a long time. You hoped you wouldn't have to see her. Clearly things never go the way you wanted it to go as you found yourself staring back at the person who once owned your heart.

"Well, you guys look like crap." Rhodey teased, wrapping the fellow avengers in his arms as you stood to the side, awkwardly watching the scene in front of you while fidgeting with your fingers. The atmosphere in the compound was comforting, it's been a long time since you've heard so much laughter in one room despite the war that's brewing.

Natasha, who was now blonde but as gorgeous as ever, hesitantly approached you. The two of you stared at each other, waiting for the other to make the next move.

"Romanoff." You nodded, greeting her before moving away to greet the other Avengers, missing the way she muttered the now bittersweet name she specifically picked you.

"моя любовь..."

Did she really love you? Or was it just for revenge? You believed that love blinded you, you managed to convince yourself that your love wasn't enough for her and that's why she left you. Your relationship with her died. It was over. You thought you buried it all, all your feelings. But you were wrong, when your eyes met her green eyes all those feelings came back to life, flowing through your veins.

After all this time you still loved her.

But your feelings for her weren't the only thing you couldn't bury.

Within an hour of reuniting with the Avengers, the team found themselves on the quinjet travelling to Wakanda. You wouldn't have said this out loud but you had faith that everything would be okay, Nat was finally by your side after all these years.

You felt as though nothing could go wrong.

That was a couple hours ago you estimated, you glance at Wanda who appeared a couple feet away from you the tears were evident on her face.

"Where is he?" Wanda cries out, clenching her fists, you saw the scarlet red energy glowing around her. You knew she must've been talking about Vsision who should've been on the ground next to her. "Wha- why does everything look different?" You realised, noticing the damages caused by the battle has disappeared. The grass was greener as ever. The corpses of the creatures you fought were no longer on the ground.

It looked as though the battle never took place.

You ran over to Wanda, helping her up from the ground when you hear someone call your name out. "That sounds like Sam." Wanda points out as the two of you held each other up.

"Wanda!" Sam called out.

"Come on, we gotta go! They need us! The fights not over yet!" He shouts from a distance, the two of you made your way to the direction you heard his voice come from, you saw all the superheroes surrounding him and a man in a red cloak. "What about Nat? Or Rhodey?" You questioned, looking for them in the crowd. You missed the sympathetic glance the man shot you before waving his hands up in the air, creating a yellow ring in the air that transformed into a portal.

"We're going to fight beside them right now." Sam confirms before flying through the portal.

The compound was completely destroyed. Your home was crumbling apart. Thor looked completely different, Tony had grey hair and Natasha was nowhere to be seen.

You wanted to finally tell her, tell her that you loved her with all of your heart.

You fought beside hundreds of Avengers that day, but you couldn't help searching for one specific Avenger. You ran over to Clint who was on the ground struggling to fight off a bunch of creatures, saving him within moments.

"Thanks kid." He pant, out of breath from all of the fighting. You smiled at him in response, reaching your hand out for him to take which he gratefully took, lifting himself up. "Have you bumped into Nat on the battlefield yet?" You asked, hopeful. There were hundreds of people fighting so you didn't expect to find her easily. The smile on Clint's face fell.

In that moment he relieved everything that happened moments ago. Flying to Vormir with Natasha, climbing the cliff with her, reminiscing about Budapest. And the way he witnessed her body hit the ground, the crack echoing so loudly he managed to hear it more than just once. He glanced down the cliff and saw her lifeless body faced towards his.

His closest friend. The person he trusted with his entire life. The person he named his son after. The Godmother of his kids.

Gone.

Just like that.

"I need to do this for her Clint, she's моя любовь." Nat whispered to him before smiling back at the oldest friend she had, pushing away from the cliff and inevitably falling to her death.

You found out what happened to Natasha, hours after.

The Avengers won, but at the cost of the lives of the people you cared the most about, the person you'd do anything for and the person who owned your heart the minute you met them. Clint broke the news to you, he felt as though you deserved to hear it from him.

"She loved you till the very end." He finished after explaining what happened on Vormir. You felt as though you couldn't breathe, like your soul was crushed and pulled away from you.

Natasha Romanoff was dead and there was nothing you could do about it.

She never got to hear that you felt the same towards her.

"I didn't think the ending to be so soon." You struggled to hold back a sob, holding the letter Clint gave you tightly in your arms. Scott somehow found a letter on the ground while trying to save Clint, it was slightly damp and covered in mud. But it was written for you in Natasha's handwriting.

You couldn't bring yourself to read the letter even nine days after the blip. You had to live in a world without her, a world where people drag her name through the mud even though she is the reason they're still standing. You adjust to a world without Natasha Romanoff and reading a letter she wrote for you months ago wouldn't help.

You regretted everything. You regret spending those last few years in anger, you should've stayed with her, you could've told her how much she meant to you. You could've told her you loved her, you could've held her in your arms once more. You would do anything to have her in your arms once again.

Sometimes it felt as though she was still there, laughing at something she saw on the TV. You always felt her presence around you after she passed away, it felt as though she never died. It felt as though a part of her lives through you.

You sat in the passenger seat of Wanda's car, staring at the Sword logo plastered on the side of the building, you could feel the letter in your back pocket, dying to be read. Wanda made her way back to the car, face flared in anger, tears threatening to spill.

"Wanda?" You called out as she got into the car, turning on the ignition but not pulling out of the car park. She sniffled quietly, wiping her eyes before glancing back to you. "I saw him." She responded, her eyes glancing to the folded paper on the backseat of the car, she could see the faint colour of red that was in the shape of a heart. "But they're not letting him have a funeral." You realised, looking back at your friend, heartbroken. "I figured at least one of them deserved a funeral, it's not fair. It's not fair that the world can just go on like nothing happened and we don't get to mourn the people we lost." Wanda rants, pulling out of the parking lot and beginning to drive.

"They both deserve a funeral." You agreed solemnly, remembering the fact that Natasha's body is at the bottom of a cliff in space in 2014.

"Where are we going now?" You asked, wanting to distract yourself from that thought. You felt as though you and Wanda were left to mourn your loved ones alone as the rest of the avengers scattered across the country.

"To the only thing I have left of him."

The two of you sat in silence as Wanda drove, you stared at the shrubbery outside the window before closing your eyes and resting your head on the window, allowing yourself to drift off.

It felt like it was only seconds later when you felt the car turn harshly, you opened your eyes and glanced around in confusion when you saw that you pulled into a quaint town, you had only just missed the town sign plastered with the words "West View." You watched the pedestrians walking by, noticing how some of them sat on their own with no one to comfort them similarly to you and Wanda.

The two of you pulled up to a plot of land with the foundation of a house on the ground, it looked at though the house never had the chance to get completed.

"Stay in the car, I won't take long." Wanda reassured you before reaching towards the back of the car to grab the folded up sheet of paper and getting out of the car. You nodded, staring at the built house next to the plot of land.

Your mind wanders as you stare at the home. You think about Natasha. You think about the future you could've had with her, living together in a quaint home like the one in front of you. No stress about being an avenger, just the two of you and your family. You softly smile as you imagine Natasha's reaction to wanting to adopt 5 cats, knowing she was more of cat person. You imagine holding her hand while walking down the street and watching movies with her in your shared bed. You wanting to stay in for the day and watch movies to ignore the real world outside and her letting you.

You think about what could've been.

A heart wrenching scream snaps you out of your thoughts, you rush out of the car and look for Wanda but is blinded by a scarlet red light that knocks you unconscious.

Your eyes open on command.

The room you stood in was black and white. It was a nicely decorated living room with a dining room connected to it, you couldn't pinpoint which decade the interior was from, too preoccupied by the woman standing in front of you.

Although the lack of colour in them, you could recognise those eyes from anywhere, that smile that you've wished to see was right in front of you. The dress she wore matched the decade and decor of the room, her hair curled up neatly. Natasha stood in front of you, reaching her hand out towards you waiting for you to take it.

You hesitantly reach out towards her, happiness flooding your emotions. She pulls you closer to her, welcoming you into a hug. The palm of her hands are warm as they rested on your back, you could feel her heartbeat as you laid your head on her chest, melting in her arms.

"Welcome home моя любовь."

[colossal-fallout]

Can u write some Paladin Danse smut pls? Female reader maybe mention the first time they had met?? Ty

Squad Gladius

Warnings: 18+ smut, angst and description of injury.

"Where's that stimpak?!" Your voice screeches as gunshots fire all around you. The loud small explosions is enough to deafen you, but your focus was all on Paladin Danse, injured at your knees.

"I'm trying!" Haylen cries as she fires down a hallway - her targets out of your vision.

"Ah-ha!" A super mutant taunts, strutting towards you with his shitty pipe pistol that looked like he'd clumsily made it in 8th grade workshop class. "Tin Man, go boom."

Your teeth bare into a snarl; your desire to save Danse has you panicked and desperate, but your survival instincts transmute it into pure rage.

The slight gash and trail of blood on your forehead isn't even felt as you grab the only weapon close to you - a shotgun.

Looks like you have to do everything yourself...

Your body leaves Danse for a moment as you sprint towards the reloading Green-skin. He'd been smarter than your average mutant, having aimed his shots at Danse's fusion core, exploding it before he could safely get out of range.

And the only thing more infuriating than a super mutant, was a super mutant who had a bit of brain inside his green dome.

Almost in slow motion, with one arm you cock the shotgun and press the barrel right into the monsters cheek, pulling the trigger before it could even react.

You turn on your heel and run to aid Haylen, not fazed about the FEV victims grey matter scattering your clothes. It was now the norm in post-apocalyptic America.

You shove her aside harshly, removing her from the line of fire.

"Go help Danse." Is all that leaves your lips as you pluck her laser pistol from her hands.

Haylen obeys as you take care of the two brutes down the hallway, who were taking cover in adjoining doorways.

"Where - where's, y/n?" Danse croaks as Haylen begins to pull out her medkit.

"Shh..." She soothed, tears pooling in her eyes. "She's okay. Just tying up some loose ends."

She pushed the needle into his neck, it was faster to work that way, before pushing down the lever. It hisses as the chemicals stored inside successfully enter his blood stream.

"I need, to tell her..." He was out of it. Wasn't entirely sure where he was or what was happening.

His vision began to fade.

"I'm losing him!" Haylen screams just as you finish up the last enemy.

All he could hear was his own breaths as everything started to fill into an inky blackness. Your legs heading towards him as Haylen pumped his chest were the last things he saw.

"I love..." He whispered, desperately yet weakly holding his gloved hand out for you, before it crashes to the ground.

The next two days were a total blur.

You were absolutely grief stricken and seemed to just float around above your body as your comrade, friend and mentor fought for his life.

Thank god Rhys had pulled through and managed to transmit a distress pulser, a vertibird swooping down to your aid in all its glory.

But it didn't feel like a successful mission while Danse was lying in his quarters, fighting for his life.

You'd popped in to check in on him for the countless time, the bed sinking slightly as you perched yourself next to his warm body. He was shirtless, his abdomen wrapped in bandages, the shrapnel of his exploding suit no doubt gifting him with more battle scars.

Oh Danse... You think as you gently stroke his stubbled face.

You jump when his hand finds its way to your wrist, his now open cocoa eyes melting at the sight of you.

"Y/N..." He croaks.

You immediately pass him the glass of water that sat on his bedstand, aiding him as he gulped it desperately.

"How you feeling?" You asked, hiding how concerned you were. "You had us all worried there, Paladin."

"I've been better." He lets out a weak laugh.

Such a soldier...

"Well, I'm glad you're back with us, sir." You smile softly, not able to stop the silent tear that rolled down your precious face.

"Don't call me that." He wavered his hand dismissively, thumbing your tear away with his other.

You seem taken aback in surprise.

He notices your expression. "Y/N, I... Have to tell you something. I'm uh... Not very good at this sort of thing."

"it's okay." You smile, running your fingers through his raven black hair. "I heard you... You don't have to say a thing."

His brow furrows for a second wondering what you meant, before soaring up when he remembered.

"You did, huh? Sorry about -"

You silence him by pressing your lips against his. You know him all too well and you were certain he would never dream of making the first move. This man oozed testosterone yet when it came to using it on anything other than fighting, he was like a lost child.

He returns your kiss, cupping your face tenderly; the adrenaline rush from your lips against his sweeter than any rush he'd gotten from any battle.

His pace quickened, rapidly getting desperate after yearning for you for so long, keeping his crush a secret from everyone; even himself at first.

"y/n..." He breathes. "I need you."

The imprint of his excitement pressed against the sheets that covered his lower half.

"You're not in any shape for that." You laugh softly.

His eyes plead but his mouth utters; "Yeah... Maybe not right now."

You get to your feet, grabbing the zip of your brotherhood jumpsuit, your eyes transforming into the orbs of a vixen as you slowly pulled it down.

His lips parted and eyes widened hungrily, as if getting bigger would somehow take more of what he was seeing into his essence.

Your clothing fell to the floor, your body as naked and vulnerable as the day you were born; offering him your body as well as your heart.

His tongue rolls over his bottom lip, then he stutters in awe.

"Y- y/n..."

You remove the sheet that covered him before climbing between his legs.

You waited for protest. To see if he was still too hurt to handle even the most tender forms of love.

But he remained silent; say for his increased breathing.

"Tell me if it gets too much." Your voice carries through the air full of affection.

"I..." He begins, a pink hue starting to colour his skin. "I won't last long."

"That's okay." You reassured before lowering your head and running your tongue from the base of his shaft, all the way up his thick dick and to the top.

He gasps and grips the sheets, his barrel chest rapidly bobbing up and down.

Circling your tongue around his leaking tip, you delight in his disbelieving stare down at you. He groans out loudly and bucks his hips automatically as you swallow him whole, slowly working him with your mouth, tongue and hand.

All you could both think of was you wouldn't have dreamed this would even be possible back when you first met. The two of you thinking the same; "There's no way they would want me."

His quiet whimpers fill the room arousing you to the point of your insides becoming slick.

She's so... Beautiful he'd thought when he first saw her, barging into the parking lot of the police station heroically, firing down ferrals like it was a hobby.

You pick up the pace. His panting becoming more desperate, his fingers running through his hair at how good it could feel being in your mouth.

"Y/N. I'm going to cum soon." He warns.

You moan, vibrating him as you plunge him to the back of your throat over and over sending him over the edge.

He whispers an "Ah~!" as his jaw falls open, brows knitting together while he pulses thick, hot liquid down your throat. You took it all swallowing it by the cup load.

"Sh-shit, y/n!"

You didn't think you'd ever hear him curse at you like that.

Removing your mouth he lies there, a ruined mess wondering if he'd actually died the other day and was in heaven. You gently lay yourself beside him where he wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss on your head.

"...Ad Victoriam." He gasps.

"...Please don't say that after sex again."

I hope you enjoyed. Still waiting for the computer store to call me so it was on my phone. This got a little more angsty than intended 😅

[littleoddwriter]

Lucky | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader x Victor Zsasz | Smut

"here I am requesting anything Roman x zsasz x reader. Maybe reader who’s a little more into the crime? maybe, sharing Zsasz’s duty between him and reader. both of them being the bodyguards and the muscle and the violent puppies trailing after Roman. whatever you want to do with it is up to you but I cannot stop thinking about it. okay thank u love u" @passable-talent

A/N: Amazing request, thank you so much,,, I hope you like it! Love you too!!!

summary; Victor and you “free” someone for Roman and some smutty good times follow that. 

notes; TW/CW // Non-explicit murder; Peeling sb’s face off; Guns; Knives. KINKS: Coming in Pants + Untouched basically; Making out; Grinding; Praise Kink (minor). Male!Reader; Smut; Polyamourous relationship.

Surrounded by Roman's lower ranks, who were all pointing their guns at the little fuck tied to the chair, Victor and you stood right next to that said fuck. Roman, like always, sat in his arm chair a few feet away, so the blood wouldn't reach him under any circumstances, a bowl of popcorn in his hand. Victor held the curved, custom made knife in his hand and leaned over the victim. Well, offender, really. No one upset Roman and got away with it, especially not alive. You stood on the other side of that fuck, a sleek, also custom made, pistol in your hand, holding it against the temple of that man.

He was already crying and pleading, though it was all muffled, thanks to the duct tape on his mouth. A pathetic guy, really. He should have thought better of practically spitting in Roman's face, upon his proposition. He could have just refused, which of course, would have led to the same outcome, but then you and Victor wouldn't be inclined to torture him thoroughly, like you were about to do.

The power you held was intoxicating. So far, you wouldn't do much, though. Your job was to have the gun pointed against his temple, while Victor sliced that pig open here and there, perhaps some other things too, he liked to get creative when given the freedom. After that was done, you would likely work on peeling that fuck's face off, which sometimes you did together. The current situation certainly called for it. You couldn't wait!

In the background, Roman was talking, while Victor sliced that fucks torso open methodically. He was reprimanding the man for his audacity to have been so rude, mocking him for making such stupid mistakes, when he should have known what was to come. He was telling him how he was just going to be another example, like so many before him.

You were already so turned on. Seeing Victor go on so beautifully about where he made each cut and how deep it should be, while also hearing Roman talk, like he was so above it all - which, of course, he was - was so utterly perfect to you. It was so marvelous and exciting, you couldn't wait for the face to be off, so you could celebrate and blow off all that steam properly.

When Roman had hired you many moons ago, you would have never thought to be so close to either him and Zsasz. You hadn't expected to be much more than the guys surrounding you, just present when necessary and only for show, more than anything. Yet, there you were now, next to Victor, slicing into the one side of the fuck's face, while Zsasz was busy on the opposite one.

The relationship between the three of you was so very special, something other people couldn't ever come close to, if they so much as tried.

When you had started to get close to Roman, Victor hated you with every fiber of his being at first, you knew that. He was jealous, and rightfully so. Soon after, he came to mind your presence less, until he started to like you too, just like you had started to adore him way before. Roman, of course, couldn't have been happier for his two boys to get along well. Not too long after, the three or you found yourselves in Roman and Victor's huge bed, fucking and worshipping each other. It was beautiful. It was the beginning to what you had now.

You bounced right off each other, knowing what each of you needed and wanted, before you might even know it yourself. Roman needed the two of you like air. You and Victor needed him just the same. You gave him everything. You made sure no one lived after missteps like those of the fuck, who was now faceless.

Breathing heavily, you and Victor stepped away and turned around to Roman, grinning. Zsasz held the face in his hand, showing it off.

"Ew, I don't want it," Roman rasped, pulling a grimace and flicking his hand.

Victor let it fall to the floor, carelessly, into the pool of blood, and shrugged.

With a twirl of his finger, Roman made everyone around you move to clean up the mess, while the three of you went upstairs.

As soon as you had cleaned off the blood on your hands and face, you lay down on the bed, already on each other. Tightly, you gripped onto Victor's thigh and Roman's bicep, while you ground down on your boss' thigh, which was lodged between your legs. He and Zsasz were making out sloppily, driven by the arousal of what you've just done.

The other two men broke their kiss and turned their heads to look at you, panting, spit slick lips stretched into grins.

"Oh, you two have done wonderful today! That pig squealed so beautifully, just like I wanted. I'm so lucky to have such wonderful boys, hm?" Roman exclaimed, clasping his hands together excitedly, as he grinned at you and Victor.

Blushing a little, you smiled and just nodded. You couldn't possibly speak, you were so overwhelmed by the pressure between your legs and the words he uttered. His praise meant everything to you. And you knew it was the same for Victor, who moaned breathily at what Roman has said.

Then both of them were suddenly on you. Roman captured your lips in a searing, open-mouthed kiss, and Victor kissed along your neck and down to your collarbone, which was exposed by your shirt's collar. You moaned into Roman's mouth, bucking your hips needily.

When Roman let up on your mouth, he and Victor didn't even need to say a word, because Zsasz was immediately back up and started to claim your lips in another make out session. Your head was spinning with arousal, your body was hot, you were so close to coming.

"Please," you mumbled more or less incoherently into Victor's mouth, who only grinned and continued to kiss you, while moving your hips back and forth on Roman's thigh.

Roman chuckled against your chest, where he had opened your shirt moments ago and latched onto your nipples, sucking, nibbling and biting all across your chest. You moaned loudly, when you couldn't hold back anymore and came in your pants, painting them with your release. Twitching and overly sensitive, you kept moaning weakly through your aftershocks, before you collapsed onto the other two men.

"Good boy," Roman rasped into your ear and stroked your hair gently.

"Yeah, you did so good today," Victor added breathily and you could swear that was one of the very rare moments, in which he praised you, too.

After that it was all a bit of a blur to you, while Roman and Victor ravished each other. They included you too, of course, but they let you do everything in your own pace, which was nice. It was a beautiful way to celebrate the successful day you've all had.

[commanderserwin]

omg are you still writing rn? we live in different timelines so idk if it's still drabble day skskskks but i've been seeing a lot of mafia boss erwin art on pinterest so i'm wondering if u can do that like a headcanon or a drabble if u want huhu luv u xfilanon

❯ notes: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE!!!! okay, i have like 5 drafts of this mafia au, and i couldn’t really pick one. and i don’t even know if this is mafia-ish enough. but here it is! i hope you enjoy!! 

❯ characters. erwin smith x reader

❯ summary. the mafia boss who’s gone soft.

same space.

The meeting started as he entered, taking the red leather chair at the head of the long wooden table. His black suit was crisp, the clothes over his shoulder enunciating his built underneath. Immediately, somebody lit his cigarette while he listened to his men discuss over business. He crossed his legs over, blowing smoke into the air as he listened carefully- eyes closed and the wheels in his head turning as he pondered over their words. 

Another group has been making a mess out of the city, a couple of new-bloods who doesn’t know how well guarded the city is under Erwin’s hold.

When he finally opened his eyes, his first instinct is to look at you. As quick as he got his cigarette lit, it was also how fast he pinched the end of the stick with his fingers, throwing them in his glass with a soft sheesh. He never wanted to disappoint you, so he tried his hardest to not do those anymore.

The ghost of the smile on your lips made him breathe a little better, as he trained his eyes back to the meeting. The men talked over and over, dragging their own smokes, tapping their own fingers as their signet rings shone through the white light that graced their faces. Their men stood beside you, arms crossed, or for you— a hand resting on your thigh holster, ready to make a move if needed.

Erwin clasped his hands on the table, turning his head on whoever speaks, lending his ears to hear the same words over and over again. From the corner of his eyes, you tried to hide the yawn with your pressed lips, and it made him smile softly knowing that it bores you the same way it does to him.

"Is that all?" Erwin asked quietly, tapping his fingers on the table as everybody quieted down.

"Actually—," one leader started, but he only shut his mouth when Erwin looked at him. The man sighed, closing his folder as he clasped his hands on the table just like his superior. "We could talk about this tomorrow."

"Then we shall continue tomorrow. That's all."

With one flick of his hand, everybody stood up from the table, carrying their folders as they headed towards the door together with their men. When it was your turn— his voice echoed in the room, making you freeze as the others sliver past by you with sympathetic looks. Everybody feels sorry for whoever the boss calls on, and it had to be you.

His antics, and you're sick of them.

"Stay."

Erwin relaxed on his chair, hand fiddling with the leather as he watched you take the chair on the opposite side of the table. His hand immediately reached for his pocket, a stick and a lighter, and he lit them up, the smoke going like a halo around his head. Just one look and he knew it was a mistake.

"Smoke all you want," you assured, crossing your arms as you look at him flick his eyes towards the stick and to yours.

"You don't like it when I smoke."

"I don't."

"Very well," Erwin smiled, dipping the cigarette into the water where it died. He leaned on the table, hands clasped again as he surveyed you. Erwin squinted his eyes, while you looked impassively right at him.

"What is it?"

He thought long and hard as to what he was going to say. After all these years, he still says it and you’ll bite his head off and reject him. He’s used to it, but still he wants to try— a game in his mind of how long it would take you to shut him down. Erwin smiled, take a deep breathe before he opened his mouth starting time timer as he opened his mouth.

“Will you come—,”

“No.”

“I didn’t even?”

“I know what you’re going to say.”

Erwin exhaled loudly, loosening his tie as he leaned on his chair, feeling the chill of the leather on his hands as he picked at it. You mimicked his movements while he only shook his head, recounting. It only took you a second to reject him even when he hasn’t said anything.

“Fine,” Erwin nodded, flicking his hand away as he twirled his glass in his hands watching the cigarettes swim in the water. He heard your chair screech against the floor, as you stood up making way towards the door. He noted how slow you walked as if waiting for him to call you back. He guessed he just had to surprise you. “Get home safe, then.”

The door to your apartment finally opened after so many tries, showing the mess of the place it is. Not a whole pigsty— just messy. The pillows needed rearranging, the carpet needs vacuuming, frames needed dusting and the shoe rack needs to be filled but only one pair of your shoes sits there.

“I am so tired,” you sighed, closing the door behind you as you dropped your bag on the floor, feet immediately going to the kitchen in search for something. You crouched down in front of your refrigerator, groaning at the water bottles that it displayed and no actual food. “Really?”

This isn’t what you needed after this day. Today has been exhausting, it has always been exhausting and too physical and you needed a break— but in this line of work, breaks were nonexistent. The amount of people you have met only to have them meet their ends and their days over some squabble over land and money made you too exhausted. The only thing giving your mind peace is the cold air coming from the refrigerator as it mockingly showed you the absence of food— and that you should go grocery shopping soon.

But your night just got even more exhausting. You knew nobody was following you, and you made sure of that. You weren’t a nobody in the organization so having someone stalk you was a normal recurrence but you didn’t want it now. The only good thing is that you haven’t taken off of your thigh holster where a pistol now becomes an extension of your arm as you surely cocked it in your hand.

Whoever followed you was good. Their footsteps were muffled against your wooden, creaky floors yet one sigh out of their body and you immediately let your guard down. You cocked the gun back into your holster— your heart calming down as you slammed the refrigerator behind you.

Their blue eyes made your heart melt as you took a deep breath.

“Can you please learn how to knock?”

“You ought to place another lock on your doors.” Erwin kissed your forehead in passing as he moved inside your kitchen, pulling back the bar stools hidden under your kitchen island.

“I have placed three locks already! So, knock!”

“I will knock if I can’t pick through your door.”

“Fine.”

Erwin moved past you as you just noticed that he brought a bag with him- presumably takeouts and your heart did a dance for his thoughtfulness. “Dinner?”

“I’ll grab the plates,” you sighed, peeking through his shoulder as you inspected what he brought. Erwin felt you behind him, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. You tried to press your lips into a straight line but it all failed when he reached down to press a soft kiss on your lips alongside pushing you gently away to go on your merry way. “Burglar.”

“Boss,” Erwin mused, sitting down on the bar stool as he opened the food containers, waiting for you to come back with the plates and forks. He stood up, reaching for some glasses, wine, and water. Once you handed him his plate and fork, he pulled on your chair a little closer to him, serving a big one on the plate. “Eat.”

“Thank you,” you breathed, squeezing his thigh as you ate silently. It made you giddy inside that he brought you your favorite, never missing one bit on your likes and dislikes.

Erwin nodded, smiling gently as he took off of his coat to fold it near him. His hands moved swiftly, on his tie as he finally took them off as well as unbuttoning his shirt at the top. His hand went to his sleeve, but he stopped to ask you something.

“Will you pass me a napkin?” Erwin pointed to the folded ones inside the bag while you pushed them towards him, resuming your dinner. “Thank you.”

From the corner of your eyes, you watched him fiddle with his cufflinks and you wanted nothing more than to chuck those things away far from him as the rusty metal things stained his sleeves. He placed his rusty cufflinks on the napkin, delicately pushing them near his folded things. Erwin only raised a brow in question as you gawked on him, chewing slowly— waiting for you to say it out loud.

“You should throw those out,” you commented, pulling the napkin where his cufflinks were as you inspected them around your fingers. He only pulled them back, swatting your hand as he did so.

“Why should I?” Erwin asked, placing them aside as he turned to you. He watched the immediate rise of the pink tinge on your cheeks as he tilted his head to the side, “You gave them to me years ago.”

Erwin wouldn’t never admit it, but he always deemed those cufflinks were his lucky charms. His day would be incomplete if he wasn’t wearing those, and despite all the expensive and new ones that’s he got from you and others, he would always come back and place the rusty ones on his sleeves no matter how much it stained. Those cufflinks meant the beginning for him, a reminder, and the light at the end of the tunnel— because he knows if he wears those he’ll be fine at the end of the day no more how hard his work was. Those cufflinks meant you.

“They’re rusty,” you sighed, turning at him. “Look at your sleeves now, they’re stained.”

“I own a laundromat for that problem,” Erwin began, his hands feeling his chest for the golden chain that he wears. He always hides them from everybody, but not from you. He fixes them outside his shirt, where a dangling emerald rests on it, making it the sole color on his dark suit.

“I could always buy you a new one,” you said, pushing his plate towards him while he finishes his routine.

“I don’t need a new one.”

“Erwin.”

“I don’t want a new one.”

He pecked your lips once, twice— thrice until you have shut your mouth, defeated as he settled for those rusty cufflinks. It has been years since he has received them and you did notice that he wears them everyday, and at that point you made a promise to yourself to buy him a better one. But even after those days, he would always come to work, sit on his chair, listen to his men, barge into your apartment— still wearing those cufflinks.

“But?”

Four times.

“Eat,” Erwin pushed, turning his body away as you scowled beside him. He knows very well what you were doing and he wouldn’t want to let you go through it. He wouldn’t and would never want these— his favorite cufflinks to meet the trash.

At night, he laid down beside you, eyes droopily closing as you squirmed beside him to fit the both of you in the small bed. Erwin tightened his hold on your waist, making you stop as you chuckled in the dark, resting your head on his shoulder as he gently shook in laughter as well.

You thought about all the times he has invited you to come home to him. Never missing to ask you that question always at the end of the day, and always saying the same answer.

“What are you thinking about?”

Erwin turned to his side, clasping his hands below his cheek as he listened to you in the dark.

“What if I come home with you?”

“If you only want to.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Erwin kissed the tip of your nose, nudging them gently as he pulled away.

“So that I know you’ll be safe.”

“I can take care of myself,” you scoffed, snuggling on the crook of his neck as he immediately wrapped an arm around you tight. “Besides I know you have armed men here.”

“Well,” Erwin whispered, smiling atop of your head, “I do own the street.”

That got a laughter out of you, because it was true. His grand gestures always makes sure that you were safe and protected— even when he knows how well you could handle yourself if problem does arise. Erwin has been the first ones to witness it, and he would never forget about it. Still, he would want to make sure you were safe.

“But why?”

Erwin placed a kiss on your forehead, whispering, “I want to come home with you.”

“You can come home with me.”

“Baby,” Erwin chuckled lightly, pulling away from your embrace, “We could barely fit in this bed.”

“I’ll buy a new bed,” you smiled, turning away as Erwin immediately wrapped his arm around you, lazily kissing the back of your neck. 

In the morning, you’d wake up to the sound of footsteps creaking over in the living room. Familiar footsteps— and you would get out of your bed to tiptoe for the burglar. His back was against your torso for a minute, feeling his chest ramble with every word that he speaks over the phone and it would make you smile— no matter how brutal they might be talking about.

In the afternoon, the meeting would resume once more, and Erwin would find your eyes in a second as he takes a sit on his chair, making sure to flick his wrist as the rusty cufflinks makes an appearance once again on his clothes.

In the evening when everybody is on their way home, Erwin would call you back to his executive room, ushering you take a sit before him. He counted again in his mind on how long it will take you to reject him. He’ll continue to ask even if his voice becomes hoarse, he would still ask. He tapped his fingers on the table, as you only crossed your arms avoiding his eyes.

Nervousness pools at the bottom of your stomach, feeling skittish underneath his blue eyes. Erwin knew something was bothering you, so he immediately jumped on his feet, rounding the table until he could place his hands on your shoulder. 

“Look at me,” Erwin whispered, rubbing circles on to you jaw while he gently lifted your chin. “What is it?”

“Come home with me,” you whispered with your eyes closed. When he didn’t say anything, you pulled away— panting hard because he stayed silent. “Forget that I said anything.”

“Stop,” Erwin caught on your hand, pulling you closer to him, his eyes filled with a shine, as he smiled. Just one look at his face, your suppressed lips and nervous eyes fluttered away, while he nods at your invitation. He grabbed some pins from his coat, dropping it over your hand.

“What is this?”

“I don’t have to pick through your door anymore,” Erwin mused, pushing you towards the door with a hand on your back, while he whispered quietly over your temple, “I’d love to come home to you.” 

[pandoraborn]

14 - IS SOMETHING BURNING? || branding. ||

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It takes a day of planning. It takes a day of Henrik slowly working on Jackie in the lab, while Marvin gathers whatever supplies he needs with Amon’s help, the pair of them portaling around for herbs, crystals, and anything else that might be instrumental in opening a gateway to a fairy realm. It takes another few hours of rest, and it’s also awkward, because Amon is still avoiding Marvin whenever possible.

However, after sleep and food, Marvin can brush it off. Henrik had just announced that Jackie was still comatose, but finally reaching stable condition. The doctor had been down there for hours, so Marvin can only imagine what kind of stress and relief Henrik is feeling right now.

He pushes the temptation of rushing to Jackie’s side as he sets up the pentagram, with Chase’s help. He’s prepared for him and Amon to leave, but Amon holds up a hand, lifting his gaze to stare at Chase.

“I want Chase to come with me. Right now I trust him the most, and I know with a weapon on him, he can provide actual backup for me.”

“I don’t have my gun, Ames.” Chase looks uncomfortable. “Wouldn’t you do better with Jameson or Marvin?”

“I picked up a gun from Marvin’s apartment earlier,” Amon says. “You’ll have a temporary gun, and no, Marvin needs to keep the portal open, and Jameson needs to stay with Henrik. So you’re it. We’re going to find the hostages and get out as quickly and quietly as possible, the gun is a last resort.” 

Chase sighs heavily. “Amon…”

“Chase, I am making a call, because someone else who’s supposed to be ‘leader’ isn’t doing a great job of it right now. Grab the gun from the kitchen table, and follow me. Marvin, open the god damned portal.”

Marvin doesn’t question it. He had been fine, but now he’s doubting himself all over again. He hates being so flustered and useless. Amon’s lack of faith is really taking a toll on him in ways it shouldn’t, but he doesn’t know how to stand up against Amon right now. If he were in the entity’s shoes, Marvin wonders how mad he’d be, too. He doesn’t say anything, he merely steps into the pentagram and starts chanting in an odd mix of Latin and Irish, feeling magic course through him almost painfully. He’s never had to properly open a portal to an entirely different realm before, and opening one to Tír na nÓg is taking a huge toll on his powers and energy supplies already.

He doesn’t know how long he’s chanting for, it feels like forever, but the magic flowing through him finally bursts forth, creating a flaming oval in front of him, revealing a darkened forest just on the other side. With the portal solidly in place, Marvin can let himself relax, only slightly. He still has to remain in place to keep the connection up; keep the magic flowing.

Which, thankfully, Jameson is there to help provide some of that. He’d gotten some shots of adrenaline. Which, while not ideal for Marvin, is better than nothing. There will always be plenty of time to rest after this is over.

“Alright.” Amon rubs his hands together. “Chase and I are going in to find the kids or Vin, whichever comes first. We’ll try to be fast so we don’t waste Marvin’s energy, but the portal has to stay open the whole time. Without it, we can’t get back easily. My own powers won’t kick in for a while yet.”

Chase notes mutely, clutching his borrowed pistol in his hands. He’s not really looking forward to being the chosen partner in this, but he’ll go along with Amon, because at least Amon has experience with otherworldly beings, being one himself. He moves closer to Amon, swallowing down whatever nervousness he can. In and out, quickly as possible. They should be fine, hopefully.

“Right.” Amon takes Chase’s hand and gives him a smile. “C’mon, after this is over, you can make me a sandwich.” It’s such a dumb statement, but Chase grins in spite of himself. It does work to cheer him up, slightly. 

They say nothing more as they step through the portal. They can’t keep wasting Marvin’s time, because he has his limits. The pair are already in a forest, stopping next to what looks like a dirt path to Chase.

“It’s a road,” Amon says quietly. He crouches down and traces a finger along the dirt, pointing out grooves to Chase. “This is a carriage, and those look like hoof prints.” 

“Hoof?” 

“Like from a horse, Chase. Horse drawn carriages, keep up.” Amon straightens up and looks down one way, then turns to stare down the opposite direction. “The question is, which direction did they go?”

“Horses have weird shaped hooves,” Chase points out. “The U-shape. So, we look at the prints, right?”

“I knew that.” Amon makes a face as he crouches down again. “I don’t know animals.”

“Yet you know enough to know that horse drawn carriages are a thing. You really need to educate yourself on animals and anything Earth-related.” He rolls his eyes. “Sometimes I think you know a lot more than you want us ‘ta believe, and your idiocy is an act.”

“Which side of the hooves are we looking for? Is it the pointy ends we want to follow or the curved ends?” He glances up at Chase, finger circling around one such imprint. Chase stares at him for a whole minute before tilting his head to the side. 

“The curved end, Ames. We wanna follow the curved end.” 

“Then we go that way.” Amon points toward the left. “Because the carriage leads that way.” He grins, as if he’d just solved some great mystery. Chase pats him on the shoulder.

“Good job buddy, I’m proud of you.” He pulls his hand back and starts walking. “Think we’ll encounter anything ahead?”

“Probably not. It wouldn’t be like creatures to randomly appear in the middle of a road. We’d have to go into the forest for us to actually meet anyone.” Right as Amon says that, Chase can hear the faint sound of singing. He automatically turns his head left and right, trying to find where it’s coming from, but Amon grabs at him, tugging him along. 

“No, don’t pay attention to it. Don’t pay attention to any sounds you hear, no matter how close they are. We’re in their land, we’re intruders. Just focus on finding where the tracks lead and nothing else, got it?”

Chase nods, lowering his head to stare at the dirt road instead. He wishes he had a pair of headphones to block out the melodic singing in the background, giving him thoughts of sirens luring pirates to their deaths. They’re not at sea, they’re not in a ship, but Chase has no doubt the fae would use whatever tricks they could to ensnare any intruder, and it’s increasingly harder to shut the sounds out.

They walk for what feels like hours. He feels heavier, like he needs to stop for a rest and sleep, but he wonders how much of it is adrenaline wearing off, or some enchantment he needs to fight. When he starts lagging, Amon grabs him again, urging him forward.

“Chase, look. There’s a small village up ahead.”

Chase blinks as he lifts his gaze, trying to focus in the sudden darkness. When had the sun gone down? Does the sun actually set in this realm? He’s starting to feel panicked as he leans against Amon for comfort, trying to ignore the doubt in his mind, telling him he should have stayed with Jackie.

“A village doesn’t-”

“It means everything. The carriage could have stopped here,” Amon points out. “We could have gotten lucky and found who we’re looking for immediately.” “My money’s on the kids,” Chase points out. “I highly doubt Cian can keep Vin locked up anywhere for long.”

Amon brushes that off as he continues. “We did use Marvin for the portal, and it could be that his love for the kids led us straight to them, or however his magic works. If it works properly.”

“You’ve got to stop sniping at him,” Chase grumbles. “It’s pretty obvious you’re mad at him.” 

“Let’s see if we can’t find the kids. Bet Cian never would’ve expected either of us.” Amon starts jogging, excitement evident on his face. He says nothing more, and Chase doesn’t miss the abrupt subject change either. He narrows his eyes, but he’s glad for the distraction from the music anyway. Already he can feel energy returning to him as he starts jogging after Amon. 

They stop in front of one such building. There’s no one in sight, and the carriage tracks seem to lead away from this particular building. It’s made of stone and wood, standing a little taller than the surrounding buildings. Clearly it has some significance.

The pair push open the door. It’s made of iron, and it creaks loudly when opened, causing Chase to cringe. He hopes no one’s around to hear that. But what he sees is...odd.

It’s a darkened room, no lights. There’s a weird mix of furniture that screams timeless to him. Candles as lights, filing cabinets, what looks like a front desk, complete with an office chair, only for there to be no electronics in sight. He definitely is not at home anymore.

“This is weird,” Chase whispers. “Why would this realm have modern things if they’re fae?”

“You know what, I don’t know. Maybe they’re trying to account for all times?” Amon shrugs. “I don’t know Chase, I just want to find Neb and the other two. Maybe they’re in here for all we know.”

“For all we know.” Chase huffs, smacking Amon upside the head. “Real genius plan you’ve got here, we’re in fae-land, about to be food, and you don’t even know what we’re doing! I’m taking charge now. We’re going ‘ta sweep the building, then get out and then backtrack. We’re not wastin’ a lot of time here when we’ve got Marvin at the helm. Don’t abuse his power because you’ve got beef.”

Amon lets out a sigh. “Sorry. Okay, when you say sweep the building-”

“I don’t literally mean sweep, I mean one lap around ‘ta check for anythin’ off.” Chase doesn’t bother sticking around for a reply. His concern is focused on Marvin now; he wants to get in and out as fast as possible before Marvin somehow collapses and they get stuck here for days more. He doesn’t want to be here at all.

He heads down one hallway, trusting Amon to follow him. It looks like a bunch of cells, which tells Chase this is probably the village’s prison. There’s still no one in sight, which means either an ambush, or-

“The doors are made of iron,” Amon whispers. “Fae probably don’t need guards when they’re trapped in iron boxes.”

“That doesn’t mean we’re still alone,” Chase hisses back. “Anyway, let’s go.”

“Hello?”

Chase freezes in place when he hears that voice. It’s female, it’s muffled, and it’s coming from behind one of the iron doors. He looks from door to door, feeling a cold sweat starting to bead on his forehead.

“Hello? We’re just hungry. Can we get food? Or a blanket?”

“Neb?” Amon calls back, keeping his voice low. “Neb is that you?”

There’s a long pause. “Amon?” Even muffled, her voice sounds like it’s trembling. The pair can hear a knocking sound that seems to reverberate around them, causing them to wince. “Amon we’re in here!” 

“All three of you?” Amon approaches one of the doors, knocking in return. 

“Yeah!” 

“Alright, stand back from the door,” Amon says. He sharpens his nails into claws again, and even in the darkness, Chase can see his eyes shift to black. He’s glitching again, so Chase backs up as well. He watches as Amon sinks his claws into the door and yanks back, clearly struggling with the weight. A loud groaning sounds out; probably the door being pulled off the hinges. It’s too loud, too ear-splitting, and Chase has to swallow down a rush of irritation, directed toward Amon. Something in him wants to point the gun toward the entity to shut him up, to stop him from making a racket, and he gets as far as pressing his hand to the gun before he stops.

This isn’t normal.

He forces himself to let go of the gun right as the door is pulled free. Amon is sweating and panting as he retracts his claws, but Neb, Alphie and Erin are standing there, looking surprised, confused, with traces of anger in their expressions as well.

“Cian’s here,” Chase says rapidly. “We gotta go before we start tearin’ each other apart.”

“Wait, is that-” Erin starts to ask, but Amon just picks him up and starts bolting toward the exit. The other three are right on his tail, as they rush out of the prison, back down the dirt road until they feel the anger fading.

“We gotta get back, Jackie needs me,” Chase pants, doubling over. “Where’s the portal?” 

“Is that a portal over there?” Neb points, looking ready to collapse herself. “I see something glowing.”

“Yeah,” Amon nods. “Yeah, we gotta go. We can’t stay anymore.”

The anger is starting to rise again, along with fear and panic. So Chase does what he does best in these situations: he grabs anyone he can and bolts forth, pushing them through the portal first. He pushes everyone through before they can react, leaving him as the last one in place. Not too far away, he can see the silhouette of what is unmistakably Cian approaching, so Chase fires his gun in that direction before diving through, landing on the living room floor. 

“Close it, close it!” He rolls into Marvin to break the connection with his magic. The portal disappears too slowly, and a hand reaches through as if to grab someone. 

Luckily, barely in time, the portal closes, and an arm, severed cleanly from the body, falls limply to the floor in the middle of the pentagram.

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Page 12, The Gals Time, L&L,

The sun was slowly reaching a horizon casting a strong orange shade on the Nuka Town. Lucy and Gage were on the way back from another journey out into the dry desert, their spirits up as nothing seemed to disturb their routine of slowly getting the gangs under control. 

-Boss, are you sure you had nothing to do with that haunted little girl crap story? You seem pretty capable of causing mayhem from what i’ve seen. Gage joked and enjoyed the view in front of him as the boss was swinging her hips to the sides, puffing a smoke of his cigarette in the air. 

-Just because someone had a same name doesn’t mean its me, c'mon we know it was not even real. She kicked open the door to Fizztop and turned towards the elevator. - But i could show you something that is pretty fucking real..upstairs, if you catch my drift. She looked at him, biting her lips and leaned with her back to the wall at the elevator’s door. 

The more time they were spending together without arguing and fighting instead, pushing their plans onward the more deeper she seemed to fall into the rough raider and this post-nuclear lifestyle as it fitted her as well, even better than the one she had before. Gage wasn’t pushing her hidden suggestions away as often as he used to before, approaching her with his usual grin and looking down at her with certain satisfaction in his eye.

-Ohh…I bet you could start even on the way up hm? He punched a button next to her shoulder and as their lips were shortening the distance Gage suddenly stopped and pulled back up. 

- What now…? Lucy pouted and puffed at him, slightly annoyed by breaking the moment. 

- The elevator Boss…it is up, it never is as we leave. Something ain’t right. Someone else used it. They both backed off from the door with their weapons ready as the lift arrived down, its door opened, empty.

  -That someone might still be up there. Use the outside one and i will go from here. And take this, it might be a trap. She threw him a stealth boy and entered the elevator. 

- Ok Boss, just…be careful. They nodded at each other and as the door closed she crouched low and hugged the corner inside. Raider at the same time covered himself invisible and moved up from the outside.

 *ding* The door slide open, Lucy awaiting in the shadows for any sounds of steps from the room. Silence. She stood up and walked silently towards the patio eyeballing for anything suspicious around. Upon approaching the the two winged door she put her ear to the wooden rough structure of it, hearing just Gage arriving up. She opened the door slowly peeking through a small crack seeing just a dark tall silhouette. She gasped loudly and fell back as the bullet ripped through the wood right next to her cheek. - Fuck! He’s at the bar! Take this fucker down!

Gage heard the signal and as he was about to shove some lead into the man’s head his camouflage worn off. The man dodged the bullet, ducking behind the bar, answering the fire with the laser pistol. Using the distraction Lucy rolled towards the middle bar. She noticed the man wearing a long blue coat and a round classic hat, his face covered with a metalic mask and something that looked like a minuteman sign on his sleeve. As the men were exchanging bullets, shuttering everything to a pieces on their way she noticed that the stranger started heading towards the broken window pulling a stealth device from his pocket.

  - Oh no, you ain’t going anywhere sir. She threw her knife swiftly, its blade flying towards the man’s leg as he was about to make a long jump outside, losing his balance in a process and falling straight down to the hard concrete. The sound of body squashing upon the impact almost pulled the disgust on both of their faces but it turned fast into a chuckle. - Lets go see who the hell he was, maybe there is still something…scrapable. She ordered and rode down with the raider.

To their surprise the body was no longer down, vanished, only blood splattered around, her knife and a holotape, undamaged. She picked it up and shoved into the pipboy.

  “After a week her signal disappeared at the station. Next signal appeared almost a month later from the location…called..safari adventure? whatever, one of our bots managed to catch their plot. She wasn’t kidnapped or lost, neither she’s dead. Instead turned on us and the Commonwealth…traitorous bitch. We need to take her down before. When u finish, put the eyebot back on the patrol. I want to know everything so minutemen can prepare…”

-Oh my God…i forgot that Sturges installed that chip…in my pipboy in case of…. Fuck. Her face paled as she look back at Gage, her hands shaking.

-Boss…i will be fucking serious right now. Gage forehead wrinkled heavily as his eyebrows twitched into the anger. - You did not tell the fucking minuteman that you are done with them eh? You did not think for a single second that they might be fucking looking for you?! And that u have a fucking tracking chip in pipboy!  He approached her closer poking her chest with a finger, strong enough to make her lose balance. - You just endangered our whole plan with your stupid impulse thinking! And you know what? You gonna deal with it on your own this time because i will be busy setting up whatever shit i can at gauntlet and all over the Nuka Town to cover our fucking asses from being swarmed by minutemen or whoever was this guy. Good luck Boss. He moved her out of the way like a piece of furniture and stormed off deep into Nuka Town without even waiting to hear her back.

  -Gage wait…eh, shit.  She felt like their relationship resembled a sinusoid, going up and down so often but he was right this time, again…She stood confused thinking about her next move but it was first time she was on her own with a task at hand like that. Gage needed her in different matters but she relied on his advices so long that being now, without him made her feel helpless and unsure. After a moment of pondering it came to her mind that there is still one more person she can trust as much and that won’t judge her foolish actions, Lizzie Wyath.

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  Lizzie was spending most of the time in her laboratory, down the stairs under the Parlor where no one would bother her brilliant shy mind. But she was always all ears and mouth when it came to Boss, turning into a chatterbox that seemed to have no end. 

-Boss, what a nice surprise! Came to check in on my latest inventions or…maybe you wanna test some on your own? She approached her excited about the visit holding a vial that was releasing a strong stinky cloud in the air.

- Actually, i was about to ask you out. For a…field trip. You and me. Secret mission. Lucy was waving the hand under her nose to push the smoke away from her nostrils and coughing a bit.

  - Out? No no…you know i hate field missions. I only agreed to come here because Mags promised me my own laboratory and that she will use me only when its reaaaaally necessary. Lizzie turned back to her shelf full of vials but was stopped by the boss grabbing her by the upper arms and turning back at her.

-It is necessary Lizzie. I fucking need you and your brain right now. I fucked up badly and i could really use your help, please? I promise that if u agree i will then sit with you whole evening and test whatever weird ass shit stuff you want. Lucy was desperate shaking her as she started explaining what happened. Lizzie released her arms and raised the palms of her hands towards the boss trying to calm her down.

  -Okay okay cool off, chip, robot, minutemen. I will….help but come on first, lets sit and explain me the plan of ours as i get that chip out of your pipboy.

  Lizzie was the second person that Lucy came clear in terms of trust. She almost didn’t fit to the whole place and raider style but beneath that delicate darker skin and tired eyes the inventions and mental arsenal she could deliver proved very useful and scary at times to the Operators. After all she was also like a family member for Mags and William. The deadly trio since the very teenage times. Her introvertic bobble was poping every time she had a occasion to spend some alone time with boss, filling each other with stories and gossip around the town, bringing back some memories on how it was nice to chatter late night and drink without worrying about the gun pulled to the back of the head.

-Aaaaand there it is, that Sturges seem to know his stuff. Well attached, and it didn’t burn after all that time. Lizzie pulled with tweezers very gently a small square piece of tech out of the pipboy, almost impressed. - So..what do you want to do with it? She asked, putting her tools back at the shelf below.

Lucy took a chip, humming under her nose and spinning it in her fingers. After a short thought process she threw it to the ground and smashed with a heel of her boot. - Well, that! Now grab your stuff and lets go to safari to find that bot before i will join the Gage’s club of having another half the town blame me for some shitty mistakes.

  -Oh boy, right behind you Boss. Lizzie pulled a goggles up and snatched the plasma pistol along with a small bag of tools from the drawer. They headed out in a rush through the back door to avoid Mags and William stopping them to asnwer as to whats going on as Lizzie going out was already a strange evenement.

----

  -Sooooo…..how is he? Hm? Lizzie broke a silence as they were on their way towards the Safari Park, the darkness of the incoming night surrounding them and only flickering lights of a distant buildings being their guide.

-Hm, who? Porter? She looked surprised by a direct question but seeing her relaxed face and corner of her lips raised slightly up she knew its a girl chit chat time. - Well…he’s not the most talkative man on the planet but he definitely recompense it with actions and uhm..looks. 

-Mmmm, what kind of actions? You like that rough bastard don’t ya? Lizzie soft corner smile turned into a grin pushing more personal questions upon her and seeing her blush more and more with each minute and her tongue tangling in words trying to explain that its nothing too serious.

- Oh, dammit Lizzie. I don’t even know if he would like….i mean, he said he cares about me, shit but..maybe in his own way. Fuck i don’t know. Lucy shook her head trying to get rid of the soft emotional thoughts slamming into her and get back on the task.  - We will talk it over once we are done and drunk enough for this crap, okay?

  -Sure thing Boss, lets find that flying can. Where was it last time? Up on a tree eh? Lizzie prepared her plasma gun as they entered the safari. The park belonged to the pack. They passed in silence, through the bushes, passing behind a patrol to avoid any unnecessary attention and discussions. Last thing she wanted is to word to spread out about the whole fuckupery. They managed to pass unnoticed into the labyrinth. On the last turn towards the elevator from behind the corner something or someone big bumped right into them pushing them both on their asses. 

-Boss? Lizzie? Now that is a nice surprise indeed, two lovely birds at the same time. Mason laughed and offered them both of his hands so they can pull themselves up. - So…what these two little birds are looking for around my turf hmm? He brushed and twirled the moustache in his fingers eyeballing them both. 

-Uhg, fuck, fine. We are looking for the eyebot, that was on the treehouse before. We kind of…need it for a special project. Lucy did what she could to sound confident in her half lie but Mason was a hard piece.

-Eyebot eh? U mean…that eyebot? He pulled a pile of scrap from behind and threw it down in front of them, one of pieces landing up on Lizzie’s foot.

  -Ouch, goddamit Mason - she squeaked and pulled her foot away. -Why did u smash it? It was kind of important. For my project. 

-Project ye……it wouldn’t let my boys sleep as it was bipping pretty loud as of late. Also if u excuse me i want to have a private chat with a Boss. Mason shooed Lizzie with a hand and as she disappeared out of view in the labyrinth bushes he turned his eyes to Lucy, with a suspicious glare.  

-So, Boss, what really is going on huh? And where is your golden boy, Porter? He approached her closer, taking a bunch of her hair and letting it slide through his palm. 

-Let’s say that i forgot to…burn some last threads related to some people before i took this job and we are fixing it, separate ways this time tho. There was no point lying to him now as it was also one of few occasions they could talk business alone. She let him play with her hair and simply stood there without moving.

  -Well, that has been taken care of...kind of. You can take whatever is left of that scrap with your lovely operator, to be sure,  but…there is one more matter. He leaned towards her, grabbing her chin and pulling her face up. With Gage around he would probably get punched by this time but they were alone. - The parks seem to be running out and there obviously is too many of us. I can see you go into Mags favor, i can understand it, caps are tops but…what about me hm? How do we stand in your plan Boss? Lucy decided it was the best moment to reveal her future plan to Mason as there wasn’t a chance anyone would eavesdrop on them or see them talking in private. Pure coincidence right on the spot.

- Operators will have three parks, u will keep two…but…i will give you the pleasure of slaughtering and ripping apart the last gang that won’t belong anywhere, the disciples. Mason liked what he just heard and a wide grin grew on his face.

  - I knew you were a smart lady. I swear i could fuck you right here for what u just said. Mason licked his lips but the spiky tip of the knife between his legs gave him a fair warning to back off with his idea. He released her and moved on, chuckling under his nose and sending a wink to Lizzie as he passed her by.

  He seems to have a big....appetite. So…we are okay? Can we go back to my lab now? She approached the boss scanning carefully the pieces of the eyebot, looking for anything unusual and then back at her inpatient.

  -Lizzie, listen. You should know too at this point. I talked a bit with Gage about it but never got to organize any safe meeting. Lucy put the hand on her shoulder and shook it in reassurance. - There will be slaughter, we won’t avoid it. Not now but it will happen eventually. I can feel the tension gathering as we draw closer and closer towards the last park. The disciples will have to go, one way or another. I don’t trust Nisha one bit, hell i don’t even know if i can trust Mason but so far he proved a loyal and more reasonable than i would expect. You i trust Lizzie, okay? Tell Mags about the plan but don’t let it slip before it happens right?

  - Wow Boss, that’s…some freaking good news right there. You have my word, of course. And…you really trust me? Me? In this fucked up world, damn. Does it mean…we are…friends of sort?  Lizzie smiled widely at her as she could not refer to many people out there as friends and barely anyone was visiting her. 

-Yes Lizzie, we are friends now if you want but keep your mouth shut about the plan or i will end up on the spike before i turn around to make any further step. She smiled back as they started gathering the scraps together.

- I will make sure there is no single tracking device left in that junk. Or..i could actually rebuilt it and make some fake signals to discourage the minutemen from taking the actions now. Lizzie was scratching her chin pondering about what she could do with that tech.

-Sounds like a good plan. Lets head back. They packed all the parts into a sack and sneaked away towards the Nuka Town.

------

 It was middle of the night, anything crawling towards them was easily heard and eradicated with a bright splash of green plasma flying from Lizzie pistol. They approached an abandoned farm on their way, loud crunching noises coming from behind the house in the distance that made them both feel a bit uneasy but curiosity was stronger, as they walked closer and closer just to see what’s there. A deathclaw, feasting on the unlucky raider ripping his body parts with its claws. Lizzie froze and dropped by a mistake a sack filled with metal disrupting the silence. Deathclaw raised its head and looked right at them. 

-Great Lizzie, i hope you have good enough condition to run the hell out of here. Lucy was pulling her by the sleeve but to her surprise she stood unshaken and started digging in her bag.  

  -Why run Boss if we have these? And i think you gonna like it, my new invention. She pulled an awkwardly big grenade from her bag almost a size barely fitting into her hand with a long strap attached to it. Dozen of explosives power packed into this one baby….boom. The last word shined a spark in a her eyes. Oh she did love grenades indeed.

- The running part still stays tho, now get it Boss! Lizzie pushed the grenade into her hands and started running as the deathclaw thumped towards them. 

- Shit, you and your damn experiments on a go, ok fuck, lets do it. Lucy was no so far behind giving a good spin with a strap. As they could no longer keep the steady distance from the beast she turned abruptly and forced the grenade out, breaking the lock and letting it fly towards the deathclaw. The structure cracked as it got slashed with a claws, releasing smaller ones out that were tightly packed inside. The explosion was so big that they landed few meters ahead on their faces, getting some small burns in the process.

  -Holy shit, Lizzie. Grenade? Its a fucking nuke. Lucy pulled herself up as she noticed a small fire starting on her dress. She patted it repeatedly blowing air after at her hands to cool them off.  Lizzie was not looking any better, the dirt on her face as she managed to land in the puddle of mud, her hair sticking to a face but she seemed happy of the results. Deathclaw was….everywhere, literally, some of its blood on them aswell.

  - How about a drink Boss, in my lab? To a mission well done? And for our incoming future? I have some special stash waiting to be opened. Lizzie smeared the dirt from her face, smiling proudly at the results of her work.

-Oh yes please…Lucy sighted deeply but smiled softly at the thought that the job is done and future situation has been steered into the direction she wanted. Gage would be probably happy too..and the idea of having a drink, maybe two..or just gulping till the morning was certainly tempting as the stress slowly pumped out of her.

------- Well, on a one side Gage was happy as Lizzie skills managed to dump the remaining signal coming from the eyebot, replacing it with something else. He managed to pull some extra security at the gauntlet on his own and even convinced Mason to let some of his dogs for patrols at Town for any new, suspicious visitors. Lucy did scrape some plan together also informing safely the rest about it and succeeded on a way. What he was not happy is to find both of them at the operator lab, sitting drunk on the floor laughing like a couple of a teenage girls with their hair messed up and clothes too after some serious drinking. 

-Opss, i think…i will leave you with your grumpy man. hm? Porter. Lizzie pulled herself up, swinging to the sides and saluting the Gage as she left upstairs. He saluted her back and turned his eye back to the Lucy.

-Boss, were u drinking your asses the rest of the night? And what did u blow? Nearly whole town heard it, scaring the shit out of traders. He was stoic, with his hands crossed at his chest, awaiting answers. 

- Well…let me start by saying that the plan is now in knowledge of both sides, pack and the operators, without any other ears hearing it. She started to slowly stand up, rolling and putting her clothes back in a proper manner. And… we have the eyebot signal at our advantage now. She was blubbering but not stopping to explain. -Aaaand Mason almost wanted to…fuck me in the bushes aaaand we blew up a deathclaw, literally. Gage eyebrow twitched as he heard the part about Mason. 

-Pardon, fucking what? Mason? Fucking horn ass dick. He whispered and shook his head but decided to leave it without any further comment as nothing actually was established between them other than the plan and some occasional unprofessional incidents. 

-Well, i’m glad we have at least the situation back in goddamn control. You…okay boss or do i have to drag your drunk ass back to Fizztop? The thought of him carrying her in his strong big arms made Lucy dream for a moment but the remaining voice of the reason shook her back up. 

-No…u don’t have to Gage. I will tell Lizzy to get me something to sober me up a bit faster and we can meet at the top, plan onward, together, as we were about last evening. That work for ya, big man? She patted his chest and leaned against the table awaiting him to leave but he didn’t. He just stood and stared at her releasing his arms slowly, letting them fall to the side.

  -Ye…about that last evening. I remember you had something pretty fucking specific on your mind Boss and we got disrupted. Her amber eyes raised up as he approached her, grabbing her by hips and lifting up on the table.

 - And Mason..i don’t know what u think of him but he can shove off his rainbow dick somewhere else for now. Now thats what she liked mostly about him. Putting his actions or words right there when she least expected it with no further discussions and sudden wave of confidence that was leaving her snarky comments aside.

-Ya know what…just shut up and come here before something else ruins that shit we have right now. She pulled him by the belt and moved her legs aside allowing him to be right at her.

Lizzie saw them peeking from behind the corner, seeing the flasks dropping to the floor and breaking as they were caught in a wild kiss on her working station but she decided that ruining this moment was not worth some pieces of glass and the view was pretty good. 

 They were back on the upper line.    

[honestsycrets]

NSFW Alphabet || Aslaug

❛ sy’s notes | as requested by @salimahbicharara-comun a while ago. I’m sorry it took so long love. All these gifs below are not mine but go to their proper owners. I tagged my all list. Please disregard if you aren’t interested in F x F, because this is what it is.

A = Aftercare 

Aslaug drops beside you, a small modest smile on her lips. She waits for you to join her and cuddle close.

Aslaug is demure. For her, sex is simple. It’s what comes after that which makes her shy. She’ll tug her fur over her chest and smile at you, gentle and sweet until she feels a need for more.

B = Body part 

“You should grow it some more.” Aslaug runs her fingers through your hair, curling it about her finger. It tightens, and she brings you in for a kiss.

It might surprise you to know that she loves a woman’s hair. She enjoys trickling her fingers through the strands, following the natural wave to the tips. During sex, she might tug at your hair to get what she wants done without saying a word.

C = Cum 

The first time you were with her, you might have squeaked in your surprise when she squirted upon you. It’s not exactly something she’s super excited about-- but if you’re excited, it makes her feel as if she’d done a good job, rolling her hips down your fingers as you eat her out.

D = Dirty Secret 

“You have pictures of me stored?” You giggle, flicking through the folder in question. Aslaug slides beside you. Her fingers slide your hair off your shoulder and leave one chaste kiss there. “Of course. How else do I cope when you’re gone, my love?”

Modern!Aslaug loves seeing her woman in lingerie. She enjoys actually seeing you in tiny bikinis, baby dolls, delicate heels, jewels, and strappy clothes. If you were to dip into her purse and check her phone, you might find a folder of kinky clothes in a personal folder.

E = Experience 

Aslaug knows what she’s doing. Although she might seem quiet, perhaps even secretive, she’s been with enough people to know how to elicit pleasure out of you. Don’t underestimate her.

F = Favourite Position 

It’s always going to be a good day when Aslaug is feeling... curious. You know because of the way she climbs over you, waking you up from your slumber. “My Queen--” 

Shh, Aslaug smiles. Let me.

Aslaug loves to warm up by climbing over you, grinding her cunt up against yours and watching as you progressively get wetter and wetter for her. Although usually she might be submissive, she can’t help herself from being a little dominant too.

G = Goofy 

“And did Ivar chase you away?” she laughs as you lift your dress off your curves, pressing your breasts together with your arms shifting. 

“Like Skol or Hati after the sun and moon!”

She tends to be more serious-- though she won’t hesitate to laugh and have fun, perhaps change the subject time to time, when fucking. Sometimes if she’s embarrassed, she’ll try to be a bit humorous to cover it up.

H = Hair 

Being the queen she is, Aslaug is a woman who is trimmed and well-kept at all times. For her partner to come home, even from raid, she wants everything to be perfect. After all, she is a sexual creature. She needs the sex.

I = Intimacy 

Sex for Aslaug isn’t often romantically charged. With Ragnar and Harbard, she finds romantic sex a little squeamish. After some time of proving that its only her on your mind, though, you end up spooning in bed.

J = Jack Off 

You’re gone for raid again. Aslaug hasn’t been alone in a while. She doesn’t feel the need to jack off when you’re home, catering to every need. But when you aren’t, she drags her fingers across her mound, massaging herself to excitement. There’s no need for a vat of oil when she can think of you, straddling her and shoving fingers inside of her holes.

K = Kink 

“My Q--Queen!” you knead the furs under your hands, gripping the king’s bed. Aslaug found you cleaning her rooms that day and a thought surfaced in her head. She bent you over the bed and took you then and there. Loud slaps of her hips fill the Great Hall.

On occasion, Aslaug likes to feel powerful. One surefire way of doing that is sliding the wooden phallus within your cunt and watching you writhe underneath her deep thrusts. 

L = Location 

Although she often has sex indoors, she loves sex outdoors. It brings her closer to the elements-- to the gods whom she worships. Aslaug loves to have sex while bathing and seeing your reaction when her fingers slip into your hole. 

M = Motivation 

The men of the evening had been watching you pour ale. A thrall-- you’re used to their affections. But not to the affections of Ubbe and Hvitserk, who tug your skirt back with their cat calls. 

“Come with me,” Aslaug slides her hand sweetly over the curve of your ass-- marking you out to her sons.

When Aslaug has someone she wants, she is flashy with her affections. She might run her hand down your hips if she sees a man or woman looking at you, drag you back and take you so loudly that the interlopers will hear. It excites her to know that someone else wants something that is so marked out as hers. When you get her into bed, you realize just that.

N = NO 

A doer, not much of a watcher. Aslaug does not like the thought of having to watch someone else have sex with her beloved. If she is going to fuck, she wants to have her attention squarely on her.

O = Oral 

“You’re doing so good, my love.” She guides you with your hair, shifting you down to her well-loved entrance. You push your tongue into her entrance. “A little more.” 

As with many things, Aslaug loves to be given oral. It isn’t to say that she won’t give, but, well-- she is a queen after all. Your mouth just looks so pretty when its doing what its meant to do, please her.

P = Pace 

Aslaug can go either way. She’s a sensual woman in everything she does. She can take you slow, drag out your orgasms through the night. Or, she might take you quick. Either way, your pleasure is dragged out for hours.

Q = Quickie 

Aslaug is greedy. She’s greedy with her women, her men-- and her attention. Quickies aren’t her thing because often, she believes her time is her time. You should be there to please your queen.

R = Risk 

“You want to be tied up?” Aslaug holds the ropes in her hands. She’s heard of this before. Women and men who like to be tied up and taken advantage of. Though she never imagined you would like to be used like a thrall. You nod, eagerly.

She’s in the business of making her partner feel good. Aslaug might flutter her eyelashes at you, recall how you asked to take her in the ass and seriously ask you what sort of risk it is this time. 

S = Stamina 

“Can we please--” you sob, your cunt squelching around her fingertips. “--I need a break!” 

“Soon, love, soon.” You know its a lie.

Aslaug can most likely hold out for quite while. She’s not easily impressed-- and so it takes work to get her to cum. But, if you can do it, she’ll gush for you. When she is pleasuring you though, its a quite other ordeal. She’ll force you to hold out for her.

T = Toy 

Of course she owns toys! A woman like her needs pleasure when her partner is gone or otherwise sexually unavailable. She’s interested on using them on you too-- just to make you beg for a release.

U = Unfair 

“He is watching,” you note of Ragnar. 

“Let him. It will make the sex better.” 

Most often, Aslaug teases with her eyes. She follows you, tracing your body out. When you sit by her, her hands might slip beneath your dress and seek out what pleasure she can find in the open.

V = Volume 

Her noises are all dependent on you. Do you want her to be louder? Do a better job. Small huffs can easily become dragged out moans, desperate pleads or even the occasional scream for more.

W = Wild Card 

“Ivar,” you trudge to a stop. 

Ivar glances at you, twisting his head so slightly from his mother’s throne. “You’re here to see mother.” 

You rustle with the ties to your dress and let them fall to the floor. Ivar drags his virginal eyes over your curves, rolling his lip into his mouth. You’re not a bad woman after all. He nods, his hand still at his mouth.

Getting to Aslaug means getting around Ivar. Ivar is a picky man for his mother. He expects nothing but the best. He needs to know that you’ll take care of her. Which means one of two things: sneaking around Ivar or facing him head on. He might be able to be impressed. If you know what to do.

X = X-Ray 

Aslaug crosses her legs, a small and light smile growing upon her lips. If you want to see what is under her dress, you’ll have to work harder than that. Her fingers hover at her foxish lips.

Y = Yearning 

“Do you not love me?” It had only been a good week since you had been with her-- but obviously, you made a mistake. 

For her, sex is directly tied for how much you love her. You want to love her? You’ll fuck her. If not, she assumes that you have stopped loving her in some bizarre twist of fate. So love her-- and fuck her.

Z = ZZZ 

Aslaug enjoys a good cuddle. She prefers to bring you against her chest, cuddle until you are good and sleepy. That’s sure to keep you in her bed! She’ll sleep when you sleep.

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[melkeyway]

Rowvember Day 15: Tenuous

Saints Row, Gwen (Boss), Johnny

On Ao3

Summary: Gwen’s patience was tenuous at best and that wasn’t saying much.

Gwen flopped down on her Mama’s couch with a frustrated sigh. She was tired of this shit. Tired of couch surfing. She couldn’t sleep at any of the crips because there were always people there and there always seemed to be a party. She needed peace and quiet in order to get her beauty sleep. Her patience was wearing thin. She pulled out her cellphone and began to text a very familiar number.

Gwen: Im tired of crashin on my moms couch

Johnny: Not a crib?

Gwen: 2 many ppl

Johnny: Just threaten and kick em out

Gwen rolled her eyes, of course he would suggest that.

Gwen: Good idea. Id have to clean the bed tho

Johnny: And u call me the diva

Gwen: O fuck off

Gwen sighed again and sunk further into the couch. There was a couple of minutes of silence before her phone buzzed again. She didn’t have a chance to check it when her ex-boyfriend turned stepfather, Lucius, fell down on her legs. Lucius and her biological mother had been crashing at her Moms’ place for a while.

“Gweeeeen~!” Lucius groaned dramatically.

“Fuckin’ get off me,” Gwen warned and kicked him once she managed to free one of her legs. Their last meeting hadn’t gone well.

“Fiiine,” he sighed and rolled away onto the empty side of the couch.

Gwen’s patience was wearing thin. In the best of times, her patience was tenuous. What did she ever see in him? What a stupid teenager she was.

“What the fuck do you want? I’m tryin’ to sleep here.”

“Can we cuddle? Maybe a little more?” He asked leaning forward.

“Fuck no,” she answered simply and kicked him away, “Go bug your wife. Get her to suck your dick instead some other guy.” He winced and gave her a hurt look. Good. “I’m warning you once, don’t touch me.”

“She’s out on a date. I wasn’t invited.” God, she wished she didn’t know about their sex life.

“Not my problem. You have two hands, go deal with it yourself.”

“Don’t be mean,” Lucius placed a hand on her knee. Her eyes narrowed. That does it. “Please, for old t---”

She grabbed his hand and slammed it into the coffee table. She grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the table as well. He cried out loudly in pain and held his nose with his free hand.

“I fuckin’ told you to keep your hands to yourself,” she snapped. She took the pistol she had resting on the coffee table and slammed the butt of it into his fingers. He screamed out. “Keep it down, don’t wake up my family. I wouldn’t want to cut off your tongue.” She wrenched his pinky unnaturally. “Looks like you’ll only have use of one hand now.”

“Wh-why?” He whimpered through the pain.

“Cause you didn’t listen. You need to---” she started when her phone began to ring. She answered it without looking at the caller id and put it on speaker.

“Yo, did you fuckin’ fall asleep or something?” Johnny asked as soon as she answered.

“Nah, I’m just breakin’ Lucius fingers here.” She twisted around his next two fingers, “Fucker doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.”

“P-please s-stop,” Lucius begged in response.

“Lucius? Ain’t that your ex from Steelport?”

“No, he’s the one that married my mother.” Another finger. More cries. “He had it comin’.”

“Serves the fucker right,” Johnny agreed with a laugh. “So listen, I wanna run somethin’ by you.”

“Yeah, shoot,” Gwen wrenched his thumb.

“Please...Gwen, stop…” Lucius cried.

“Shut the fuck up! Aaand lucky for you, you have no more fingers,” Gwen kicked his side and he fell to the ground.

“You fuckin’ done yet?” Johnny asked impatiently.

“Yeah yeah stop bitchin’.”

“So I’ve been thinkin’. You’re tired of couch surfin’ and I need a place. How ‘bout we go fifty fifty on an apartment?”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna be alone after…” He trailed off in a sad voice.

“Mhmm. I get it. You got any places in mind?”

Lucius whimpered on the floor as he slowly got up from the floor in a sitting position. Gwen paid him no mind.

“I got a few places I’m gonna look at tomorrow. You in?”

“Absolutely. I’ll pick you up in the morning?”

“Fuck yeah but I’m drivin’.”

“The fuck you are!”

“We’ll see about that,” and with that he hung up.

“Asshole,” Gwen muttered with a smile and a shake of her head.

“I need to...go to...The hospital,” Lucius cried as he finally stood up.

“Well you better get goin’ then,” Gwen responded. She laid back down on the couch. “And be quiet about it. I’m trying to fuckin’ sleep.”

[sleepypompomart]

The Actor's End

Summary: Dark and Wilford catch sight of actor Mark leaving a bar and follow him intending to inflict their final revenge. Dark sat hunched on a bar stool, clutching a wine glass. He had an awful headache - it felt like somebody was sticking a knife into his head. The barman approached and gestured at his drink. “You want a refill?” “Thank you but no,” Dark replied. He meant it - he wasn't sure why he was drinking. Alcohol barely affected him. It only made the world less tolerable. Wilford was out on the dance floor, twisting to Nutbush City Limits like a tiger - albeit a tiger in platform shoes and a flapping pink shirt. He was six shots deep and had already danced with most of the clients, including several waiters. Dark did his best to ignore him. He had his eyes on another client - a short man in a maroon coat, clutching a glass. He was laughing loudly at some joke - presumably his own, because nobody else looked amused. His pink cocktail matched his cheeks. As Dark watched the man tipped the last of his drink down his throat and got up from his stool. He paused only to ruffle the hair of a disgusted companion before stumbling to the door. Dark left his wineglass on the bar. “Wilford,” he growled, striding onto the dance floor. “Mark's on the move.” Wilford looked at him in surprise. He continued wiggling his hips. “Sorry, what?” Wilford cupped his ear. “Mark's moving.” “Music too loud. Can't hear.” He smiled at Dark. “Come dance with me!” “Wilford. Mark is getting away-” Wilford grabbed his hand and pulled him towards him. He guided Dark’s hand towards his waist. They danced together for a moment, chest to chest. Wilford stared into Dark’s eyes and smiled. The moment ended. Dark glared back. He grabbed Wilford by the collar and dragged him off the dance floor, leaving the other dancers staring in confusion. “Hey, what was that for?” “Mark is getting away.” “But - we were having fun! You haven't danced with me like that for years.” “I'll dance with you every day if you like. But after Mark's dead.” Wilford cast a sad look back at the disco and followed Dark outside. They were just in time to watch Mark's limousine pull away into the night. Dark watched it go, the rain flattening his fringe against his forehead. He narrowed his eyes. Wilford sidled up to the taxi rank “How much do you charge for a ride?” He asked, sticking his head in through an open window. The driver regarded him with sleepy hatred. “Depends where you want to go.” “Hmm.” Wilford withdrew and gestured Dark over. Dark didn't bother to speak to the driver. He grabbed the handle and settled himself next to her. Wilford barreled into the back. “Hey,” The driver protested, eyes widening. Wilford produced a gun. She shut up. “You see that limousine?” The driver nodded, swallowing. “I'd follow it if I were you. Wilford here has a very twitchy trigger finger.” “Do not,” Wilford protested. He nearly dropped the gun as the car set off. “He's accidentally shot me a couple of times,” Dark said. The driver’s eyes bulged so large they looked like they were going to fall out of her head. They drove in silence for a while, the yawning of the engine accompanied only by the roaring of the rain and the wipers. The limousine’s back tires wandered in and out of their headlights. “Somebody put the radio on,” Wilford ordered. The drivers hand shot to the radio button. Dark caught her wrist. “Don't.” “Party pooper,” Wilford muttered. “I have a headache.” *** Dark checked his watch - almost a full hour had passed since they'd set off. They'd left the town behind them and followed the limousine onto a forest road. Perhaps the Mark had noticed them and ordered his driver to try to throw them off. If so, he'd failed. The limousine could be seen ahead, despite the downpour. Their driver put her foot on the break and the car slowed to a stop. The limousine had stopped too. Dark squinted through the rain. “Looks like there's a tree down,” their driver said. She sat back and stared into the trees. Dark saw terror in her eyes. He decided she'd done enough and pulled twenty pounds out his pocket. “Wilford, get your gun down.” He turned to the driver. “Here. Don't think your careful driving went unnoticed.” He handed over the money. The driver grabbed it, looking dazed. Wilford followed Dark out the car. The second the door slammed, the car performed a tight u-turn and sped off up the road. Wilford waved it off, rain running down his face. Dark stared at the limousine. He smirked. He could see shadowy figures inside clambering across the seats and waving in panic. “Let's get him.” He pulled a slim black pistol out of his pocket. Dark peered through the boot window and saw a man in a maroon coat sitting in the back. Wilford waved his revolver and fired. He missed, but the bullet smashed the window to dust. The passenger, now exposed, tried to scramble away. Dark’s hands tightened. He emptied his entire magazine. The passenger collapsed like a doll. As Dark reached for another clip, the driver’s door shot open and a figure exploded out. They ran down the road and groped their way over the fallen tree. Frowning, Dark wrenched open the limousine’s back door and pulled the body up to the light. Blood trickled down his arm. It seeped into his cuffs. Pale, dead eyes. Not Mark's. “That bastard,” Dark growled. He threw the corpse down. Wilford lent through the broken window, expecting to see Mark's bloody face. “He switched with the driver,” Dark explained. He slipped another clip into his gun and marched towards the fallen tree. Wilford didn’t dare look at him. Mark made it over the tree and forced himself to run. Wilford took off after him. Dark couldn't find the strength to follow. Claws squeezed at his mind. Blood and rainwater stained his cuffs. It took all his strength to not shiver. Thunder crashed in the distance. He really wanted to give up. They'd could catch Mark another day - he knew exactly where Mark lived and which bars he frequented. He even knew where he got his hair cut. Dark knew all of this because half of him used to live in Mark's château, drink at the same bars, and get his hair cut at that adorable little barber shop on the corner of Elstreet. In other words, Mark had stolen everything. But no. They'd already given Mark the fright of his life tonight. He had more than enough money to make himself disappear. They might never find him. Dark clenched his teeth and clambered onto the log. Through the driving rain and the snaking tree claws, he saw Mark and Wilford wrestling by the side of the road. Dark wondered why Wilford’s gun lay on the ground several feet away from them. Then he remembered Wilford’s six shots. That bloody imbecile. Hands trembling, he aimed. He could hit Mark easily- if only Wilford would move his head. Wilford seemed to freeze in Mark's arms. Mark dragged him to his feet by his collar. Dark squinted through the rain. His eyes widened in horror. He could just make out the glint of a blade pressed against Wilford’s throat. “So, Damien!” Mark bellowed. “Time to choose. I'd advise throwing the gun down. Don't make me kill him. I don't like blood on my hands.” Dark didn't move or speak. His eyes burned. It would be so easy to just shoot. Crack. Mark would crumble to the ground. Would he have time to slit Wilford’s throat? Probably not. On the other hand, what if Dark missed? Or what if Mark thrust Wilford in the path of the bullet? Would he stoop that low? Dark remembered the torn face of the taxi driver on the limousine floor and guessed that Mark would. Dark swore and hurled the weapon into the trees. “Good boy!” Mark yelled. He let Wilford go and turned to run. Dark jumped down from the log. He clenched his fists. Rage bubbled inside him. “I'll get you,” Dark roared as Mark staggered away. Rage clawed at his chest. It burned so intensely he feared he might collapse. “You can run for - for years! But I'll get you.” He wondered if Mark could even hear him. “And then - and then!” He made an inhuman noise. “I'll tear you limb from limb! I'll make you wish you were dead!” Dark collapsed to his knees. Water seeped into his trousers. He expected to watch Mark disappear into the mist. Instead - CRACK. Mark lay shaking on the tarmac. He screamed like an animal. Dark smirked at the sound. Wilford stood over the actor, gun pointed at his chest. The second Mark had tried to flee Wilford had dived for his gun and shot Mark in the leg. Dark approached. He knelt and touched Mark's face. The actor wasn't acting any more. He shrieked softly and dragged himself away. His blood oozed onto the road. “Let me finish him off,” Wilford begged. Dark paused, enjoying Mark’s terrified eyes. “No.” Dark’s smile grew. “I say we leave him.” “But I want to see him die.” “Wouldn't you rather see him suffer first?” As they walked away, Mark clutched Dark’s ankle. “Damien,” he croaked. “Celine, who - whoever you are, please don't leave me here.” He inhaled deeply. “I'm - I'm sorry.” “Good,” Dark replied. He wrenched his foot free and kicked Mark in the stomach. “Enjoy Hell.”

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Why the Change of Mind (More a Change of Heart) Ch 6

@blyedeeks​ thanks again for being the biggest motivation for this and also like, it’s godmother, tbh. also @muffinblake​ @dr-camerongoodkin​ because u wanted this updated first in the poll thing <3

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Strangers Starting Out on a Journey

Clair was woken roughly by a large hand on her shoulder and an accompanying voice saying, “Rise and shine, Princess. We need to leave.”

           “Hey, leave her be, it’s barely dawn,” another voice – Lincoln’s – protested.

           “Yes, and that’s the time we needed to be leaving. Any earlier and people will be out and about, which will make it much harder for a group of four people to get out of town without being seen. So come on, get up.” He pushed at her shoulder one more time and she finally relented, opening her eyes blearily.

           It took her a moment to reprocess where she was and what was going on, and when she did she was still not sure it had happened. Was she really doing this? Running away from her clan, tagging along with some strangers to find a long-lost parent that might not even be hers? She’d never been far from home before, and surely Anya would look for them eventually.

           Then she thought of the forest, the images pressing in the back of her head without shape, and she got out of bed.

           Bellamy smirked at her as she patted down her hair awkwardly, realizing it was going to be a tangled mess without a brush or way to pull it back. She gave him a quick glare, forcing her eyes not to linger on his uncomfortably good-looking bedhead – it couldn’t be fair to be that attractive all the time and be a jerk – and made up the bed as best she could. If anyone came looking, the least they could do was make it look like no one had been there for a while.

           Miller gave her a nod of approval as he finished his own bed and grabbed four large backpacks from the back corner, passing one to each traveler. “This should have enough food and supplies to last us for a while, and if that doesn’t work I assume you can hunt?” He inclined his eyes to Lincoln.

           He nodded. “Except I doubt I can bring my bow along for fear of being noticed, which would only leave me with my knives.”

           “Can you still do it, if needed?” Bellamy asked, seeming distracted by whatever he was checking in his own backpack.

           “Yes, and Clair can too if you give her something. She’s better than I am.”

           Clair couldn’t help but lift a little at his remark, and Bellamy side-eyed her. “The Princess can hunt, huh? Then I guess you’ll need one of these.” He held out a large knife, hilt out, and she took it carefully.

There was nowhere good to put it on the clothes Bellamy had given her – they were simple and strategically useless – so she went to the pile of her old clothes, which they would dump once they were further from the town. She uncoiled the small weapons belt to retie it around her, tucking the knife into one of the sheaths.

           She noticed Bellamy eyeing her. “What?”

           He blinked, seeming almost embarrassed. “Sorry, I just noticed the gun holster. I forget your people use those now.” He paused, then reached at his side and pulled out a pistol from his waistband. “Think you’ll need one of these, too?”

           Clair considered for a moment, but realized that appeared to be his only weapon and shook his head. “I’ll only need the knife.”

           He raised an eyebrow. “Good to know the Princess has some confidence in her abilities.”

           “Oh, shut up,” she said, piling the rest of the clothes into her arms. “You said we needed to hurry, right? So let’s hurry.”

           There was a little light when they left, but not much—only enough for Bellamy and Miller, who seemed used to working under cover of darkness, to lead the way. She had a little more trouble adjusting and kept to the middle, Lincoln right on her back.

           “We should be able to avoid any early-risers if we stick to the back alleys,” Miller murmured to Bellamy. “Just as long as we—”

           “Is someone there?” The unfamiliar voice rang out from much too close and Bellamy cursed under his breath, backing them further into the shadows.

           “I know I heard something, so if you’re looking for trouble, just come out now.” There was a distinct edge to the voice, a promise that trouble would be more than some choice words.

           “You three, head that way and out,” Bellamy whispered urgently. “Miller, you know the way. I’ll handle this guy.”

           Clair thought of what Miller had said the night before, about how bad to would be for Bellamy if he got caught. “No, I’ll do it.”

           “What?” the three of them hissed simultaneously; she quieted them urgently.

           “You two will get recognized and dragged away,” she argued, pointing at him and Miller while trying to ignore the sound of a door slamming closed and footsteps. She lowered her voice. “And Lincoln doesn’t look much like Skaikru still, so I’m the only option. I’ll just talk the guy down and find my way out.”

           “Come out now!” cried the voice, louder now. She heard the click of a gun and felt her stomach lurch.

           “Go!” she urged, throwing Lincoln her pack and batting them away with her hands, then turned and stepped away, into the light.

           “Okay, okay, don’t do anything,” she said, arms raised in a show of surrender. “I don’t mean any harm.”

           The figure stepped forward; he was thinly built with narrow eyes and a crooked snarl. He had a pistol in his hands, though at least it was pointed at the ground instead of her. “What are you doing on my property? I own this whole area, you know, not just the house. Being in those alleyways around it is trespassing.”

           “Sorry, sir, I didn’t realize,” Clair said, holding up her hands defensively. “My family’s visiting for a few days and I wanted to catch a sunrise, see if it’s any different here.”

           The man snorted. “There’s no difference in sunrises, you idiot. But at least it explains why you don’t seem to know who I am or where property lines are.”

           Clair swallowed, relieved he was already seeing her as just an ignorant teenager. “You’re...well-known, then?”

           “I’m Commander Shumway, head of the scouts, of course I’m well-known.” He paused, looked her over skeptically; she shifted so the knife sheath wasn’t noticeable. “Be warned that if I see you around again, I’ll send you straight to the juvenile center, visitor or not, Miss....”

           He trailed off, clearly wanting her to fill in the blank, and Clair balked. She didn’t know if her name was passable in Skaikru, and she didn’t want to find out testing it against a irritable scout master with a gun. “It’s...Clarke, Mr. Shumway.”

           “Got a last name with that, Clarke? If I see your parents around either I want to give them a piece of my mind, too.”

           Clair scrambled for a last name she knew and remembered what Miller had called Bellamy when he was yelling at him earlier. “Blake. The name’s Clarke Blake.”

           Shumway froze. “Blake? As in Bellamy Blake?”

           There was something about his tone that made Clair’s hair stand on end. This had to be one of the guys Bellamy had gotten on the bad side of. She went for a confused tone. “Who?”

           “Bellamy Blake,” he repeated, slower, like she was two years old. “The wanted criminal.”

           “Criminal? Well, there are none of those in my family, sir. Just my mom and my dad and me. We live a long way up north, near the mountains, you see, and there isn’t much news up there.”

           Shumway stared at her skeptically for a moment, his fingers twitching on his gun. Clair didn’t even dare to breathe. “Then get out of here,” he grunted at last. “Before I change my mind.”

           Not about to reject his offer, Clair turned and ran the opposite direction, weaving in and out of houses with only minimal care of how loud she was being until, after a few bad turns, she saw the edge of town and the three figures waiting half-hidden in the tree line.

           “What happened? Are you okay?” Lincoln demanded, looking over her anxiously.

           “I’m fine, Lincoln,” she promised, batting his nervous hands away from her face. “Nothing happened; the guy just asked me what I was doing and I told a bunch of lies until he let me go.”

           “Who was the guy, anyway?” Miller asked. “He sounded familiar.”

           Clair tried very hard to not look at Bellamy, but her eyes flitted over to him anyway. “Said his name was Commander Shumway.”

           Sure enough, Bellamy froze, muscles tightening until the veins bulged in his neck. Surprisingly, though, he stayed silent.

           “Shumway? Commander Shumway?” Miller hissed. “You’re sure?” Clair nodded, and he whistled. “Well, then congrats on getting out of that one unscathed. Not everyone who goes his way is that lucky.”

           Bellamy cleared his throat loudly and flexed his hands and if trying to force feeling back into them. He wouldn’t look at her. “If you’re alright, we should head out. Before someone else gets interested in you.”

           The next town was only about an hour’s walk, but it felt like much longer to Clair; winter would be setting in soon, and her clothes weren’t designed for frigid temperatures. She thought of the thick shirt and armor they’d dumped some miles back longingly, but said nothing to the others. Besides the scouting jacket Bellamy wore, none of them had good clothes for these temperatures.

           Scouting jacket.

           Clair nearly stopped dead in her tracks. How had she not noticed before? Bellamy was a scout, or had been at least. He must’ve known Shumway; maybe that was even the link to the past he refused to share. Her veins buzzed with newfound curiosity, and she slowed her step casually to fall in line with Miller.

           “Can I ask you a question?” she asked, low enough for the others to not overhear.

           Miller raised an eyebrow, probably sensing this wasn’t going to be a question he’d enjoy, but nodded.

           “What happened between Bellamy and that Shumway guy?”

           He winced a little, shaking his head. “I don’t think that’s my call.”

           “Come on, Miller, I nearly got shot giving you guys time to get out,” she pleaded, though that wasn’t quite true. “I just want to know why he flinched at the mention of that guy’s name like he was about to get shot.”

           “Well....” Miller glanced Bellamy up ahead; he walked stiffly. “It’s really not my place, Clair. Sorry.” She sighed in defeat and went to move forward, but he grabbed her arm. “Don’t ask him about it, okay? If he wants to talk about it, he will, but it’s a sensitive subject for him. You’ve probably pieced together that Bellamy was under Shumway at some point, but that’s the tip of a very painful iceberg.”

           “But—” Clair started, then dropped her head. “Yeah, okay. No questions from me.”

           “Thanks, Clair. Now keep moving.”

           They managed to make it into town before Clair’s hands could freeze, and Miller left them at a small park while he took Bellamy’s mystery backpack into town to do some trading. Not wanting to attract attention, they just sat on a bench and talked about mindless, fake topics—a brother Bellamy didn’t have, Lincoln’s fieldwork, what Clair was learning in school. It was sort of fun, making up another life for herself, but then she realized she was almost doing that already and grew quieter.

           “Hey, Princess, not a one-way conversation here,” Bellamy said, nudging her.

           She blinked at the lack of malice in his tone. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “What were you talking about again? Your girlfriend, or your mom? The descriptions blur together.”

           He snorted. “My uncle, actually. He works in a factory, remember? Said he’d seen crazy things in the mountains? If you paid attention, maybe you’d—” He cut off abruptly, staring at something just past Clair’s shoulder.

           “What is it?” she asked, looking at him curiously.

           His hand went to his side, where Clair knew his gun rested under his jacket, then his eyes widened and he shouted, “Get down!”

           Lincoln rolled off the bench before he even finished speaking, but it was an unnecessary command for Clair because Bellamy pushed her off the bench himself, landing flat on top of her as a bullet whizzed over their heads.

           “A friend of yours?” she managed to say, struggling to form coherent thoughts between the pain of the backpack digging into her spine and the obvious weight of Bellamy on top of her.

           “Get under the bench, Princess, and stay down,” he replied gruffly, pushing her away from him a little before rolling off and scrambling for better cover. She winced as the next gunshot ripped through the air, spurring screams of passerby and a flinch from Bellamy, but he didn’t appear to be hit. He kept going until he reached a wide, thick tree and ducked behind it, gun ready.

           Lincoln, meanwhile, was ducked at the side of the bench; it wasn’t much cover but he didn’t seem willing to leave Clair’s side. Which was, of course, idiotic, and she told him so. “You’re going to get shot!”

           “So are you. I’m your brother, blood or not, and I’m going to protect you.”

           “What, by getting shot beside me? No deal,” Clair muttered, rolling out from under the bench before he could stop her. A shot fired and she dropped instinctively; she felt it go by just inches above her. She kept running, hearing shot after shot ping on trees and structures behind her, comforted only by the fact that the park had emptied and they were following her instead of Lincoln, and rolled almost right into Bellamy, who looked like he wanted to kill her himself.

           “I told you to stay there,” he hissed. “I have the gun; you won’t be any help at long-range.”

           She scowled. “Sorry that I’m not the damsel you want me to be, but I was going to get shot anyway under there. The guy has good aim.” She noticed his arm, the red gathering there, and her stomach lurched. “Better than I thought.”

           He saw her looking and shifted, grunting angrily. “You’re the one who has to stay in one piece; otherwise Ab—Mrs. Griffin gets no daughter and Miller and I walk away empty-handed.”

           “Good to know I’m just a reward to you,” she sniped before she could help it.

           A few more bullets whizzed by, splintering the bark by their heads, and Bellamy stuck his head out from behind the tree to deliver a few shots. When the shooter returned fire and he ducked back, he gave her a distinct look. “Didn’t we begin this partnership on that notion?”

           “Yeah, well, it won’t end well on that,” she grunted, “and this battle isn’t going to end well if you keep just hiding and shooting, either. Do you even know who you’re shooting at?”

           “There’s a figure in the trees; can’t make out a face.” Clair went to see and he grabbed her arm, pulling her back fiercely as yet another shot fired. “Geez, Princess, don’t look.”

           She realized he was holding her with his wounded arm and wriggled out of his grip. “Well, I’m not helpful here and pretty soon they’re going to go after Lincoln if he hasn’t moved yet, so we need a better plan.”

           “Yeah? And what do you suggest, Princess?” he scoffed.

           “Don’t give me that. I went on hunts; I know strategy. We need to draw him out so you can get a better shot.”

           “If you say anything along the lines of you as bait, I’ll just knock you out myself,” he warned. “You barely made it across that firing range without getting hit, and now he knows what to expect. Your movements are predictable.”

           “Well,” she said, forcing herself to shake off the sting of his half-insult, “then I’ll just have to be unpredictable.” And before he could grab her again, she ducked from behind the tree and sprinted for the next one. As she expected, shots followed, and instead of diving for cover like she normally would’ve done, she rolled and kept running in an irregular zigzag pattern closer to the shooter and further from Bellamy. A bullet grazed at her leg and she had to bite back a scream, giving in and rolling for a nearby tree.

           Quickly, she looked at her leg; it was bleeding but not badly. She’d been lucky. Breathing in and out to steady herself, she called out in a clear voice, “Miller! Time’s up! You’ve got to do it now!”

           She waited for a few seconds and heard no shots. Holding her breath, she peeked out from the tree and saw a hooded figure maybe a hundred yards away, pointing his gun to the area around him and looking intently for something in the trees. He was probably looking for another cohort, which should’ve comforted her but just made her more nervous instead—the fact he was looking near himself and not towards her or her companions meant he knew Miller was not one of them.

           Out of the corner of her eye she could see Lincoln barely concealed behind a tree, clearly without weapon or defense but at least out of the open; Bellamy was still behind her, peeking out briefly before hiding again. What was he doing? He had a much better shot now. Was he nervous about missing it?

           Guess I better give him incentive, Clair thought, and jumped out from the tree.

           The shooter caught the movement and shot, but she knew he’d shoot directly at her in his moment of confusion and easily ducked to the side. “Miller!” she screamed, even though it was the other boy she wanted a response from. Still no shot; maybe she was too close. She rolled for the nearest tree, making sure she was at an angle the shooter couldn’t shoot at easily, then popped out again for a moment and let the shooter focus his energy on her.

           Then, right when she thought she had him, the shooter turned his attention away from her.

           Clair threw a glance back and saw Bellamy standing right in the open, gun up. They’re going to kill him, she thought, and her heart stopped. “Bellamy! No!”

               Two shots fired, almost simultaneously, and she screamed.

[drades-lair]

Untitled Lucifer x male reader fic

Author: Drade666

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Pairings: Lucifer x male reader

Fandom: Supernatural

You were exhausted from a long day of hunting to the point you simply removed your shirt and loosen your jeans before flopping down face first on to the motel room bed. You laid there for a few minutes until you felt the mattress press down on either side of you in four different spots while the presence of someone loomed over you. Normally you would have reached for your blade or pistol instantly but not this time cause you knew it was Lucifer who was currently straddling your ass while hovering his face just over the back of your neck. Lucifer would have been a cause for concern if you didn’t know him or hadn’t known him for several months by this point, go figure the most powerful archangel next to Michael not to mention acclaimed ruler of hell was interested in you so much so he would often just show up on your doorstep or in this case on your bed. You groaned in annoyance in to your pillow cause you knew what he wanted especially seeing as his hand was currently sneaking its way between your body and the bed but to be perfectly honest you weren’t in the mood.

 “Lucifer…I’m too tired to fool around right now” You grumbled the pillow muffling your voice.

 “What? I can’t hear you…”Lucifer chimed lengthening the ‘U’ at the end of you as his hand slipped into the front of your jeans to give a light touch to your limp cock.

 “Hey! I said…” You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence cause the instant you flung your head around to chew Lucifer out his mouth was capturing your own in a deep kiss. Lucifer’s hand wrapped around your cock at the same moment he kissed you causing your hips to raise instinctively so that Lucifer had more room to start stroking you into hardness. You tried to resist Lucifer’s touch but for saying he was a virgin when you first met him Lucifer sure was talented with both his mouth as well as his hands, which made it very difficult for you to ignore him.

 “Hmm, ah…Lucifer…” You moaned out after breaking from the kiss as Lucifer’s knee gently maneuvered your legs apart.

 “You know you love it (Y/N), don’t fight it” Lucifer cooed in to your ear

 “Lucifer…you’re ooh…ah…an ass” You managed to stammer out as Lucifer’s fingers slid expertly along your length while his thumb lightly swiped over the head sending sparks flying up your spine.

 “Maybe but you never seem to disagree with me” Lucifer teased with a smirk as his breath ghosted over the shell of your ear. You panted as your abdomen twisted with each pleasurable stroke up your shaft ending in a delectable twist that was just driving you absolutely crazy. Lucifer gave a low chuckle as he dipped his head to your back then lightly ran his free hand along your hip until he could push your jeans down your thighs further to expose the smooth round globes of your ass. You could feel Lucifer’s mouth moving down your back until his teeth grazed your left butt cheek before biting down harder but not enough to break the skin. Lucifer gave a throaty sound of approval as he simply stroked you while staring at your ass before returning his free hand to the small of your back where he rubbed for a few seconds then slid slowly down between your cheeks just barely brushing over your hole.

  “Ah! Lucifer…” You moaned loudly as Lucifer started just rubbing his hand along your crack.

 “Do you want more?” Lucifer taunted in a smooth voice

 “Ah…oh…come on…” You growled while pushing back against Lucifer’s hand cause he knew damn well you wanted more but you swore he was addicted to teasing you.

 “Come on? What do you want?” Lucifer asked coyly

 “Son of a…you know…damn well…what I want…” You managed to get out as Lucifer’s fingers on your cock gave a brush of your balls.

 “Do I?” Lucifer teased again

 “Oh for the love of…fuck me damn it!” You finally snapped

 “As you wish” Lucifer smirked

 You gave a loud gasp as Lucifer suddenly sunk two of his fingers into your hole with no warning or prep. Lucifer didn’t let up on the stroking as he began to thrust his fingers deeply into you over and over again causing you to buck backwards on to those long delicious fingers. Lucifer teased you by thrusting his fingers some times up to the knuckle but others he would only do the tips, curling and twisting until you were completely out of your mind with lust. You gave a whimper when Lucifer finally removed his fingers from both your hole as well as your cock, twisting your head to look over your shoulder to watch as Lucifer pulled out his shirt from his jeans then undid them to release his thick, hard cock. You pressed your forehead to your forearms in anticipation of Lucifer’s girth and he didn’t disappoint you as the head of his cock rubbed along your hole before lightly pressing against it.

 “Remember, deep breath” Lucifer reminded you cause the first time the two of you did it he simply pressed in resulting in the air being punched out of you and the mood swiftly being ruined by your pained whimpers. You nodded vaguely then did as he said taking a deep breath as Lucifer pressed his thickness into you making you release the breath in a long, drawn out groan as he filled you to the brim until he was sheathed up to the balls. Lucifer gave you a moment to settle around him while placing chaste kisses all along your spine to your shoulders then sucking a mark into the nape of your shoulder.

 “Lucifer…please…move” You pleaded breathlessly

 “You sure?” Lucifer asked gently

 “Yes…please…” You repeated

 Lucifer smiled then slowly slid out of you before pushing back in just as slow to test your tolerance before setting up a swift rhythm. Both of you started to grunt, moan and pant as your orgasms grew to a peak to the point you were chanting Lucifer’s name like lyrics to a song that you’d song a thousand times before. Lucifer’s forehead tapped against your shoulder as he dipped his head then leaned forward burying his cock deep into your ass right up against your prostate where he started just grinding into you. You gave a couple loud moans of his name then cried out as your orgasm ripped from your body painting the sheets of the bed as well as your stomach and Lucifer gave a deep moan as he came next the feeling of his warm, liquid cum filling your ass while he road his way through it. You craned your neck to kiss Lucifer after both of you had come down from your orgasmic highs for a sloppy kiss before Lucifer snapped his fingers to clean both of you up. You were snuggled in bed with Lucifer next to you just staring at you with those brilliant blue eyes of his but neither of you were much for talking so you simply laid there in complete bliss until you fell asleep.  

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Almost Perfect

A/N: The beach sucks btw, I wrote this before I remembered how much I hate the beach.

Summary: Beach sex with James

Word count: 3061

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, stuff like that. You have been warned.

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The fresh air filled your lungs as you took deep breaths. It had been too long since you had breathed in air so clean. Your feet started to sink down further into the ground with every step you took, the sand moulding around your feet and leaving a hole from every step you took. Wind made the light blue dress you wearing flap about which copied your hair which was also flying. The roar of the ocean came out to meet you but soon sizzled out so that the small foam at the end only meet you up to your ankles. Your heels were in one and as you walked along the beach; the beach its self was almost completely empty apart from the of person jogging by with their dog. However, this didn’t surprise you as it was starting to get late. You had decided that you needed a break from the stress of everyday life at the end of the day. You handed really known that you were going to end up at this beach but your subconscious had taken you there. The place was so peaceful and free of city life that you had grown so accustomed to. It was perfect. Almost perfect. The only thing what would have are it perfect is if James was there with you.

James. Shit. You totally forgot to tell him that you would be late home. It wasn’t like you weren’t allowed to go out or anything it was more that he worried more than a mother watching their child climb a tree. There was no doubt that he would worry. Attacks were something that you were familiar from enemies of James. You dug into the pocket in you dress and pulled out your phone intending to call him when you suddenly stepped in a small hole. You didn’t fall over but your phone did slip from your fingers and fall into the resting sand. You let out a sigh of relief as you saw it wasn’t cracked but then the ocean came and swept its fingers over It and then faded away as fast as it came, leaving you in shock from what just happened. “Well shit.” You mumbled to yourself as you picked up the soaking piece of metal.

 You frowned as you started to turn away from the sea, you were disappointed that you had to leave but you didn’t want James to worry besides he probably had already issued a search for you. You knew how he was when he was worried, or in Jack’s words ‘a real pain’.  This time you watch where u were walking as you headed towards your car. The sand slowly turned back into grass the further you got away from the sea. The setting sun cast shadows upon the sand dunes and its colour was reflected on the calm water as wind was completely calm. You looked over to your car to see a shadowy figure leaning against it. Your breath hitched as your hand flew to the small pistol which you kept on your thigh. You could never be too careful. As you got closer you could feel their gaze on you; it didn’t feel harsh but it did feel familiar. “If you told me you were going to the beach I would have bought something to wear.” they spoke, James spoke. You let out a sigh of relief as he stopped leaning on the car and took a step closer to you who had stopped moving.

 “I was worried that something had happened to you.” He quietly spoke as your eyes met his. “You always worry, I was going to call you but um, I sort of dropped it in the ocean.” You sheepishly told him as you rubbed the back of your neck. A small laugh escaped from his lips as he rolled his eyes. “Of course you did. You didn’t plan on leaving so soon now I got here did you?” He asked. You hadn’t actually thought about that. “I was only going back because I knew that you would worry.” You admitted and a grin crept its way up not James’s face. “Well in that case how about we have some fun?” He grinned at you. You watched as he slipped out of his shoes and rolled up his pants before taking off his blazer and gently putting the blazer, shoes and socks in the back of your car. He then took you heels and your wet phone out of your hands hand placed them in there as well.

  He then grabbed one of your hands and started to pull back towards the sea. You let out a small giggle as the pair of you ran like children. The pair of stumbled down the dunes before eventually ending up sliding down them. When you got the bottom he helped you off the sand which was what the pair of you were now covered in. You gave James a quick kiss before skipping off towards the water. You smiled as your feet were once again welcomed by the foam which washed over them. You suddenly let out a loud squeal as James wrapped his arms around you and picked you up. You let out a burst of giggles as he went further towards the water; the water was now up to his knees and you knew that if he went further your dress would get soaked if he let you go. You giggled as you squirmed to get out of his arms. He chuckled before leaning closer, “you’re not going to get rid of me that easily.” He whispered in your ear, it sent a shiver down your body; that always happened whenever he did that.

 You grabbed onto your dress before making one last turn and breaking away from his grip. You held your dress up as you slowly ran though the water. You giggled as you turned back to see James chasing after you. However, as you watching him you didn’t see the hole in the ground. For the second time that day you stepped it in. But this time you did fall. You heard James laughter from behind you as you groaned, you were now half soaked on your back. You sighed as you lay there, the water claiming you. James you in front of you and he hooded his arms. “Shut up.” You mumbled before he could say anything. He raised an eyebrow and spoke, “I didn’t open my mouth.” He pointed out. “You were going to.” You mumbled out.  He offered his hand, a thought popped into your head and you flashed him a wicked smile before you latched onto his hand and pulled him down on top of you. You rolled your body so that he was now in the water and you were straddling him.

 He let out a small gasp as he was drenched in water, a smile formed on your face as you giggled. You thought he would complain but he simply let out a loud laugh. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. He pressed his lips against your and you could feel him smile into it. His lips were soft and familiar, they moved against your own gently. He slowly parted from you and gave you a small wink before he placed his other hand on your neck, supporting it as he rolled you onto your back. But you kept the momentum going as you forced the two of you to keep going. Eventually the pair of you were soaked in the water as I slashed upon you. As you were rolled onto your back again James suddenly let go of you and pinned you down. He stared down at you. The sun had completely and only the full moon illuminated the pair of you. James’s shirt clung to his shirt and you could see his skin through the thin white material. Your white dress match his shirt, clinging to your figure, revealing the cotton bra you were wearing.

 You slowly lifted your hand and brushed his wet dark hair away from his face but you didn’t take your hand away, instead it found its home on his check, you slowly moved it down his face until they gently brushed against his lips. You paused your movements and then carried on down until it rested on his chest. “I want you so much right now.” James breathed down at you. “I understand the feeling.” You tried to make it in a joking tone however you only ended up whispering it out. “Well then in that case why don’t we act upon those feelings hmmm?” He smiled wickedly down at you, his right hand moved down under your dress which was swirling in the water and firmly felt up you thigh. “Jim, we are in the middle of the beach. What if someone see us?” You told him as he hooked his thumb around the side of your panties. “Darling, no one except you have been here for hours.” He winked at you and his left hand mirrors his right hands actions however as it landed on your gun he unhooked the holster and dropped it into the water with a 'plop’.

 “Jim.” You whispered out when he lowered his body on top of yours and grind down upon your body. His left hand travelled lower on your body, feeling its way down then under your panties before it rested on your clit. He made eye contact with you as he pressed two fingers against it and slowly started to move them in a circular motion. “Yes?” He hummed.

“I need you James. Please, I want you.” You let out with a shaky breath.

“Anything.” He mumbled. His right thumb which was hooked around your panties bought them down with a quick tug. He then placed that has on the back of your ass as he felt it, he then started grounding down upon you as his lips latched onto your neck, sucking, kissing and making small bites on it. You let out small gasps and moans as he continued to pleasure you. When he drew away from you so that he was straddling you, you let out a long whine from the loss of contact. Your own tiger found its way to your clit and replicated the moment that James had been making. “Fuck that so beautiful.” He swore, watching you as he undid his pants and pulling down his boxers so that his dripping erection sprung free. He grunted out as he started to pump himself, watching you as he did so.

 One of his hands kept pumping himself while the other dipped down and he entered one of his fingers inside of you, causing you to let out a small gasp. He slowly started pumping it before adding another finger inside of you, setting small little sparks inside of your body. His pace pumping you matched your rubbing at your clit. You could feel your legs let out more twitches as you but down on your lip, your breathing became heavy as your muscles tightened. You swore loudly as the tightness broke free and pleasure electrified your body. “Jim.” You moaned out with your eyes tightly shut.

 As you as came down for your high you open your eyes, starting up at James. You couldn’t see his features very well in the moonlight however you could see that his jaw was locked up and he was slowly but harshly buckling his hips into his hand; this sent ripples in the water which caused some of it to wash harshly over you. The fingers which he had inside of you exited from you, causing you to let out a same whine in protest. He ignored it and used that hand to push your thighs apart, the then lay his warm body on top of your body, his warm lips found its way onto your neck; they roughly kissed it and you moaned out his name at the sensation. You buried your hand in his hair and tugged his head up so that your lips met his. Your lips started to battle against his however you soon lost as you felt his tip brush against you before he slowly pressed inside of you. You let out a loud gasp which turned into a moan at he took that opportunity to slither this tongue inside of your mouth; exploring it at his own will.

 His left hand gripped for dear life on your thigh which you wrapped around him as he slowly pushed himself into you, stretching your insides as he did so. His right hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place as he exited you almost completely before slamming back into you. You ripped you mouth away from his at the action and tilted your head back letting out a loud curse. His warm body was the antidote to the cooling water around you. He buried his face in your neck and then slowly started slam in and out of you. He slowly moved his mouth up to your ear as he continued to send ripples of pleasure through your body.

 “You like that don’t you? Me fucking your tight pussy with my cock?” He whispered in your ear before slamming back into you. “Your so fucking beautiful here underneath me.” His voice wasn’t his normal high pitched voice but it was deeper, full of lust. In response you only let out a small moan and tugged on his hair. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He growled and then but down on your earlobe. You could barely concentrate with all of your senses spiking however you knew that you had to trump his power play. With all your strength you managed to roll him off you and straddle him. Your hands came and rested on his chest as you slowly started to bounce on him. Your hands slowly undid his soaked transparent shirt and pulled it apart so that water finally had access to his chest. You ran your fingers along it, feeling him as you did so.

 He soon grabbed your risks and placed them around his neck. He soon leaned forward so that he was sitting and wrapped his arms around you. The pair of you both moaned from the new angle. His hands groped your body before slowly pulling down the zipper on the back of your white dress. He pulled your dress down in rough tugs, the cool air hitting your body. James undid your bra and then his hands brushed alone your body until they reached the front of your body and ripped away your bra and dumped it in the water. Both of James hands latched onto your free breasts and started to massage them before pulling on your sensitive, hard nipples.

 Jim started to thrust up into you as your bounces started to lose their rhythm. You could feel yourself start to tighten around him. Your breathing was irregular and you tugged on his hair. He moved his angle slightly and started to hit all the right spot. “Oh yes, right there James.” You moaned out as your face started to scrunch up. A string of curses and moans of his names was released for your mouth as the tightened force inside of you finally let go, your body was electrified from your core and James continued to pound up into you making your orgasm to last as long as possible.

 “I’ve got you.” He grunted in your ear as he slowed down, allowing you some room to recover. However, that didn’t last long as he was back at it again, this time his left hand left your breast and drifted down to your core where he started to pleasure your clit with three fingers. You clung onto his neck as you knew that you were somehow already close one again. You could feel him start to throb inside of you which matched your own racing heartbeat which was pounding in your ear. “That’s it darling.” He whispered in your ear. He then moved his head and bit down on your shoulder. You loudly gasped from the spike of plain which sent you into overdrive. You could feel yourself coming around his and you gripped onto him tightly causing James to let out a small hiss as he made two more slammed into and then his warm seed filled you. He cursed out your name as he did so, small aftershocks were still spiking in your body as the pair of you just sat there. The only sound was the light roar of the ways and your own pants which mixed in with James’s.

 “Whenever you’re at this beach I want you to remember this, me, us.” He whispered in your ear. “And I want you to remember that I love you. More that I can comprehend.” He added before lightly kissing your jaw. “I don’t think that will be too difficult. Also as you remember the same.” You breathed out. He picked up your floating panties, your gun and your bra and places them in your fingers. He picked you and their pair of you moved out of the ocean. “I’ll call Sebastian for some clothes.” He spoke and went to his pocket and brought out his now ruined phone. “Oops.” He mumbled which caused you to laugh out. “Oh well.” He mumbled as he put it back in his pants and pressed his lips against yours. “At least we have each other.” You smiled at him once he pulled away. “Yeah we do.” He smiled.

 The small sting of the wind flying sand at you hit your bare arms which your blue dress didn’t cover. You had stopped walking as were staring at the ocean, a couple of tears rolled down your face as you recalled that night. The way that you felt so alive and in love was a thing you hadn’t felt in a long time, not since, not since James died. “Not anymore. If you love me, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself killed.” You chocked out quietly to yourself. You knew that you would only ever have 'almost perfect’. Because James would never be there with you again.

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“Go ahead, pull the trigger. Empty it.”

      “Shut up, shut up, shut up.” His voice was low, inaudible above the sound of the pitter patter of the torrential downpour that was happening just outside of the window. Levi sat cross-legged on the rickety motel bed, a half assembled handgun and an oily rag in his hand. Tears BURNED at the corners of his eyes but that trademark grin plastered across his face defied them. Deft fingers picked apart the weapon with well practiced ease; a sharp exhale of quiet laughter broke past his quivering lips as the pieces were clicked back together.What are you gonna now, huh? Are you gonna CRY?      “WOULD YOU SHUT UP! Can’t you see I’m trying to focus?” he asked loudly, hitting the side of his skull with a closed fist. Receiving no answer, Levi continued on - outwardly unperturbed. He picked at the pile of small brass bullets, dumped from a box only moments prior; and soon plucked one from the pillow and slid it into an empty slot.Do it. Do it. Do it. You fucking U S E L E S S waste of space.CLICK. Another bullet slid into the magazine. How did he end up here? It was a long drop from the TOP of the heap.Another click of a loaded bullet, and another. Once the magazine was full, and Levi had shoved it into place with the heel of his bare palm, he squinted down the smooth barrel to test the balance. Empty it! Empty it!

The mattress springs creaked as he lay back, an arm propped beneath his head. He twirled the pistol in his free hand, admiring the craftsmanship, before pressing it beneath his chin. The metal was cold against his skin, the gun hadn’t been fired in awhile. Tired eyes fluttered closed and with shove, he allowed the barrel to tilt his head upward - he allowed the tears the fall. How could nobody have found him by now? The sudden realization hit him like a hundred pound weight dropped onto his chest: they wanted him dead - and good riddance.

The walls echoed…      BANG. BANG. BANG. “FUCK!”…they bore the sound of a broken King.

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[HR] Call Me Birdy

The florescent light shined oppressively bright. The room was sterile, not a single speck of dirt or dust can be found. There's hardly any furniture, only two metal folding chairs and a cold, metal desk populate this small room.

I've been in this room before, it never gets easier. For hours I've stared at the walls, the silent sea of white made me want to scream. There was a clock, but I chose to stop counting the time a long time ago. The ticking, it made my teeth hurt.

I tapped my fingers on the desk, waiting for the interviewer to arrive. He's normally early, but today it seems he's late. Not that I cared, I wasn't leaving any time soon. After all, I was born in this lab.

The interviewer finally came in. He was a short, stocky, bald man with wire frame glasses. He flashed me a cheesy smile and sat down in the adjacent chair. He was drinking a coffee, he offered me some but I declined. He was also holding a file of my profile.

"Sorry I'm late, I was getting a coffee." The man said.

"No problem. Can we get this moving please?" I asked impatiently.

The man grimaced, but it was so fast you would miss it if you blinked. He cleared his throat.

"Well, Subject 3250."

"Birdy! Call me Birdy!" I interrupted, slamming my fist on the table.

His coffee shook, spilling a little bit.

The man sighed and moved on with his speech.

"Well, Birdy, I'm here to say that you are no longer needed for Project Hellhound."

I smiled. This was the first piece of good news I heard in, all my life! Since I was a hatchling, I've been poked on proded for Project Hellhound, but now I'm free.

"That's great news! Finally I can leave." I said, not trying to hide my joy.

Instead of being happy, the man just sighed and shook my head.

I was confused. I'm free to go, right?

"We're done testing for Project Hellhound, but we still need you here. Further testing is needed.

I shook my head. This had to be some practical joke.

"But I completely all my tests! Maybe you eggheads made a mistake with the paperwork?" I said, confused.

The man continued, not even addressing my complaint.

"We understand that you're upset, but we simply can't let you leave. Scientific breakthroughs are about to be discovered, we can't afford to let you leave."

I started to get upset. My feathers became rigid with rage.

"You can't do this to me! Project Anubis is done, what the hell do you need me for?" I asked exasperated.

"You can't leave, deal with it!" The man said, frustrated.

I was furious. All my life I waited for this moment, and for what? To be told no?

I was silent for a moment, then I spoke again.

"I'm leaving." I muttered.

"What?" The man asked.

"I'm leaving!" I shouted.

The man's face grew red.

"You listen to me, bird boy. You're aren't leaving, and that's final. What, you think you can walk outside? A disgusting abomination like you? You were born in here and you're gonna die in here. So get your bird ass back to your room!" The man shouted.

I had enough. I got up, like he wanted. I grabbed the cup of coffee and threw it in the man's face, catching him off guard.

He screamed in extreme pain, rubbing and wiping his face in vain. I reached down and grabbed the key from his key rack. He grabbed my hand, not letting go. In his other hand, he had a walkie-talkie.

"3250 has breeched containment! 3250 has breeched containment!" He said over and over.

I had no other choice. He held onto my arm and was calling in the Regulators. I reached down and bit him in the neck.

He screamed loudly as I bit, breaking the skin. I was aiming for a vein, and I found one.

Blood stained the sterile room, mixing red with white like an unholy fourth of July.

Blood stained the hospital gown I was wearing. I let go, the man dropping to the floor dead.

A puddle formed, allowing me to see myself for the first time.

I had the face of a Raven, eyes, nose, and body to go with it. Instead of a beak, I have human teeth, yellow and straight. Blood covered my mouth, like I ate chocolate cake.

I opened the door and walked out, the lights of the hallway greeted me as I walked. Down the hall was a guards nest. Only one guard was stationed because until this moment, I was one of the more cooperative subjects.

The guard was on his phone, away from me. I walked back into the room with the dead interviewer and broke the coffee cup. I grabbed the sharp piece of porcelain and made my way to the guard.

I raised the sharp piece, waiting to strike. My foot made the floorboards creek. The guard turned around, seeing me.

Panicked, I stuck the piece of porcelain into his neck, causing him to bleed intensely.

Before he dropped dead, he pressed the alarm.

"Shit!" I yelled, closing the door.

Once the alarm was on, only a senior Regulator could shut it off.

I took his utility belt, including his pistiol.

As I wrapped the belt around my waist, I couldn't help but notice how funny this was. All I wanted to was to be free, and no I'm actually doing it.

I took off my shirt and replaced it with the guards.

I took the guards keychain, using it to open the storage locker behind him. Inside was a flashlight, a box of pistiol ammo, and an MP5.

I took the rifle and placed it on my back. I had a feeling I was going to need it. I pressed the button leading out of the hallway, leading into the dorm room.

The lights were out because of the alarm. An errie red bathed the hallway. The other hybrids were locked in there rooms until further notice.

Pounding and scratching filled the hall. I walked down for a bit until I got a cut on my foot. I was barefoot going in.

I investigated the ground, discovering broken glass. They path ahead was covered in broken glass.

I turned right, into another hallway. I saw blood splattered to the walls. Dead hybrids littered the floor. Apon further investigation, it appeared that someone, or something, bit a chunk out of all there heads!

I heard disgusting chewing sounds. Flesh being tore, the cracking of bones. It made me sick.

I shined my light ahead of me, at the end of the hallway. On the other end of the hallway was a wolf man eating the body of a dead deer girl.

Shit, I thought. They brought out the pure breds! The pure breds were successful experiments conducted by Project Hellhound. They're used to police the hybrids.

It looked at me, blood and drool dripped from its mouth.

"Back to your room!" It shouted, throwing the deer girl aside.

I didn't move, instead I pulled out my pistol and shot it in the head.

It didn't work, because the wolf man charged at me.

In a split second I ran into the the closet room I could find. Which so happened to lead to the children's wing.

I ran through the double doors, locking them with a mop.

The wolf thrashed wildly against it, applying stress to the broom.

I was certain it was going to give way, allowing the wolf to rip me apart. In a stroke of luck, a half rat half man caught the wolf's attention.

"Please! Help me, I've been stabbed!" He said.

The wolf tackled him, mauling him.

I took off, running down the hall. I entered a gym like area, but it was dark so I couldn't tell.

No one was there, so I took time to breath.

All of this was insane, I felt like I was in a nightmare. An endless nightmare, but no matter how many times I pinch myself I can't wake up.

I heard crying behind me, I spun around ready to shoot. To my surprise I saw a little girl. She looked like a piglet.

"Don't hurt me, please!" She pleaded.

I put my pistol back into my holster. I shushed her.

"Don't worry honey, I'm one of you." I said.

The girl looked at me, calming down.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Brian, Brian Thatcher." I replied.

"I'm Hallie." The girl said.

"Where's your parents, Hallie?" I asked.

Hallie started to sniffle.

"The bad people killed them."

Guilt ate away at my insides. I didn't know I would cause all this pain and suffering. I looked at Hallie, her innocent face looking back at me.

"Hallie, I'm leaving this place." I blurted out.

"C-can I go with you?" Hallie asked.

A voice inside me told me to leave her, but I couldn't live with myself if I did that.

"Sure Hallie." I replied.

Hallie smiled widely.

"Thank you, Mr Thatcher! I can't wait to see the sun for the first time!"

"Just call me Birdy, ok?" I said.

"Ok, Birdy." Hallie replied.

This was serious now. Not only did I have to leave for myself, but I have someone to protect. I would never leave her alone.

I am the feathered soldier.

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Overwatch Drabble - McCree

From “Watch Over Me - Chapter 6″ Tagging: @redghoulslinger

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to pop right out of my chest. It's like Reaper and Talon breaking into Winston's lab all over again! I watched my breathing, making sure it wasn't too loud for the members of the Deadlock gang to hear.

"I can't believe this," one of them barked. "How in the Sam Hill do you lose a crate of plutonium?!"

"It wasn't our fault," another yelped. "It was your bright idea have us guard it over night instead of just taking it straight back to the train!"

"The cops would have been expecting us to do that, Chopper," their leader talked back. "What's even more embarrassing is that you all got taken out by one dang, gun slingin', showoff!"

"It was dark out there, we had no idea who he was!" another of the gang members defended.

A gun slinger? Could they be talking about McCree? He did mention in his note that he was running on a lead with the Deadlock gang. He must have taken the Plutonium from them!

"I swear, if it's Jesse McCree who pulled that stunt on us, I'll make sure he never see's another sun set," their leader growled.

I listened as his footsteps drew closer to the counter, the squeaks of the stool turning as he took a seat, his lackeys following behind him.

"Oi, Betty, bring up three rounds would ya?" He commanded, looking over at the elderly woman.

"S-Sure thing," she nodded, quickly making her way into the kitchen.

I shuffled slightly in my spot, tucking my knees even closer to my chest, if that was even possible. I glanced over to the side, just barely peeking over at the open window. I saw Tracer poke her head up ever so slightly, spotting me. She signalled for me to stay quiet and lay low before giving me a thumbs up as she pointed towards the front door.

My best guess was that she was going to attempt a frontal assault? Maybe to buy me some time to escape through the window?

Not really know what else today, I nodded with a slight hesitation. She smiled at me with a wave before ducking back down.

"Hey, Wayne, look at this," I heard Chopper speak. "Someone else was here!"

"What?"

I glanced up, seeing a tiny bit of my glass suddenly move. Uh oh...

"Betty, anyone else in here?" Wayne, their leader asked.

"There hasn't been anyone in here other than y'all for the last... Half hour or so," Betty answered calmly as she placed three beer bottles on the counter, standing next to me.

"Really now?" Wayne questioned.

I suddenly heard munching, followed by, "It still tastes pretty fresh to me," Chopper spoke with his mouth full.

Did he really just eat my sandwich?! Oh no, that is just so gross!

"I hear McCree sometimes frequents this place when he's in town," the other Deadlock gangster spoke up. "Maybe it was 'im!"

"Now Betty, sweet, sweet, Betty," Wayne cooed as he moved away from his seat. "You better not be lying to me, darlin'."

"Now why would I do that?" Betty replied as she began to move to the other side of the counter.

And judging by the footsteps I heard from the other opposite side of the counter, I could make a good guess that Wayne was following her every move. No, wait... Now there were two pairs of footsteps. One of Wayne's cronies must be following her as well.

My mind began to race as my chest and back started heating up. Betty was lying to protect me. Someone she didn't even know, a mere customer! There was a high chance that those jerks might pull something on her. Try to hurt her, or worse yet, kill her in order to get the truth out of her! There just had to be some sort of way I could help her!

I looked over at one of the empty shelves of the counter, noticing a fry pan. I grabbed the handle, pulling out the kitchen utensil as I clutched it in my hands. I slowly began to crawl out of my hiding spot, creeping along the floor as I emerged away from the counter just as Wayne continued speaking.

"I'm going to ask you this one more time, and you better give me an answer I'll like," Wayne threatened, whipping out a pistol and aiming it at Betty. "Where is McCree?"

I suddenly sprang up, sneaking up on Chopper as I whacked him in the back of the head with the fry pan. He coughed out on  "OOF!" before collapsing to the floor. Wayne and the other Deadlock lackey whipped around, spotting me.

"What in the hell is this?" he questioned.

I caught sight of the elderly woman behind them, taking ever so quiet steps away from the pair. I had to think of something to distract them even longer if I want Betty to make a run for it.

"U-Unless you want to end up like your friend here," I stuttered, getting into a stance like a baseball player getting ready to bat. "I suggest you keep away from Ms. Betty, right now."  

Wayne snarled at me, aiming his gun in my direction as I shut my eyes and braced for the incoming bullets. I heard gun fire, and tiny gushes of wind blow by my face. When I opened my eyes, I noticed multiple holes in the frying pan. I looked over at Wayne, the hole of his pistol smoking. The sight startled me so much that I let go of the handle and dropped the frying pan.

"Or... you could do that." I commented.

His lackey pulled out his own pistol, aiming it at me as a way of ordering me to stay where I was. Wayne chuckles at me as he begins to turn his back on me, "Now where were we, Be--", Only to discover that Betty was gone. "What?!"

I smirked at his reaction. While he was firing at me, Betty made a break for it through the back exit of the dinner.

Wayne snarled, sending me a nasty glare as he aimed his gun straight at me and open fired. I tried moving out of the way, but I wasn't too quick enough, as the bullet just barely grazed my upper left arm. I ended up spinning before falling head first to the floor. I hissed at the insanely irritating pain, looking over to see the wound bleeding. I sat up slowly, pushing my free hand against the wound to try and stop of the blood.

As I did so, I heard footstep and when I looked up, Wayne had his gun pointed right at my forehead.

"You've got guts kid, I'll give you that," He spoke. "But you shouldn't have gotten involved."

"Blow her away, Wayne!" His lackey cackled.

If you thought I was terrified before, I was even more so now. Where the heck was Tracer? Doesn't she have some sort of plan?!

I shut my eyes again, waiting for it. I heard a gun shot fire, only I didn't feel any more pain. I opened my eyes to see Wayne's hand gun free. It had been knocked out of his hand, the man shouting a curse word as he grabbed his wrist and took a step back.

A new set of footsteps caught my attention, coming from the entrance of the diner. I looked over to the side to see a man, the hole of his revolver smoking hot. He appeared to be in his late 30's, with slightly tanned skin, messy brown hair with a matching beard and piercing eyes. He wore a light cowboy hat with a yellow and black chest plate with a red poncho overtop, brown leather glove on his right hand and a robotic arm on his left, pants with a belt that had a golden buckle that read "BAMF", and black kicks.  

"Didn't your momma ever tell ya that's no way to treat a lady, Wayne?" he spoke.

"Jesse McCree--!" Wayne hissed.

His lackey brought his fingers to his mouth, whistling loudly. The front door flew open as four more members of the gang entered the diner, blocking the way from the cowboy.

"What'cha gonna do now, McCree?" Wayne teased. "You're surrounded."

He was outnumbered 4 to 1. Well, 6 if I counted Wayne and his lackey. I suddenly felt a gush of wind as I watched a blue blur entered the room through the open window, and Tracer suddenly rammed the two gangsters closest to my location away from me.

"Do it Jesse!" She shouted.

The cowboy flexed his arm out, a grin splattered on his face. "It's high noon."

Within a flash, he whipped around and nailed all four of the Deadlock Gang members behind him! He literally fired his Peacekeeper and just let it rip! He took them all down like that were nothing!

"Whoa," I breathed.

Footsteps once again caught my attention as I watched McCree walk over towards me, kneeling down beside me. "You hanging in there, kid?" He asked, pointing over at my wound.

I nodded slowly, briefly checking the wound before meeting his gaze. "Y-Yeah."

I sat up, stepping behind me as he carefully helped me up from the floor, setting aside on one of the bar stools. He then proceeded towards Tracer who kept guard of Wayne and his partner, who she had tackled into a booth.

They both stirred, pushing themselves out of the seats and collapsing to the floor. Wayne shook off his injury, tilting his head up only to lock eyes with Jesse McCree.

"Unless you want to join your friends, I suggest you two run along all nice like, alright?"

Their skin turning a pale white, Wayne yanked his fellow gang member up from the floor as the two of them squired out, Jesse growling at them as the three of us watched them take their leave, the sounds of their motorcycles fading the farther they drove away.

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Teachers describe their worst injury at work

For some reason, when I ask a question about people’s worst experiences I get far more clear answers to the question, alongside complaints about that I have a sinister agenda and demands that teachers be silent.

My latest question was:

What’s the worst injury you’ve suffered while working as a teacher?

I’ve had fewer complaints about this one, although somebody did sarcastically ask why I didn’t ask for people’s best injury. I’ve ignored the many responses where people discussed damage that was only to their pride, credibility or dreams. I haven’t included discussion of mental health as that’s been covered in previous posts. Also most (but not all) of the people telling me about their paper cuts have been left out. As ever, I followed up the more suspicious ones, but may still have been fooled. The thread can be found here.

I shot myself in the arm… though it wasn’t with a firearm. With the top of an exploding 2 L[itre] bottle. Lab coat had the bloodstains to prove it. I was utterly, utterly mind-bendingly stupid and learned a very great deal in about a third of a second

30 mini whiteboards fell out of cupboard onto my head – 1 at a time – 4 hrs in A&E and head glued back together – very painful … my fault for not putting them away properly

Caught a ring on a door handle and it cut into my finger so deeply it needed to be cut off by a mechanic at the garage across the road.

Paper cut… on my eyeball. Child did it by accident. It was horrific! Needed anaesthetic drops for a few days.

Basketball hit me full in the mouth…whilst I had a whistle in it…lost two teeth. The cost of getting them replaced was the real shock of the whole ordeal. My savings took as much damage as my mouth did.

Last Friday of this half-term – college laptop trolly rolled into my 2 biggest toes on left foot. Same foot as plantar fasciitis & Achilles tendinitis issues. I didn’t use the ‘f’ word as student was with me.

Hypermobility + a few months of sitting on tiny children’s chairs caused lower-back go into semi-permanent spasm. Had to ask for adult chair Policy was for child-centred classrooms with no adult desk or chairs- teachers to be ‘working with group or individuals at all times’ Was told ‘If we give a teacher a chair, the problem with that is that they will sit down and not get up from it’ So, the ideal was for T[eacher] to stand or kneel near a table, or sit on a child’s chair, or sit on the floor.

As new H[ead]T[eacher], went to U[pper]K[ey]S[tage]2 Xmas party, vaulted over bench to leave hall and removed 4 square inches of skin from bald head on door frame. Was away at a meeting with the L.A. the next day, by the evening local rumours were that I was in hospital with head injuries

1) Staple in my finger. 2) Banged my knee a few times.3) Catching my arm on door handles.4) Heart attack.5) Trapping my finger in a drawer.

1) got tangled in cables like a giant fly in a spider web 2) slipped down a muddy slope in front of the entire school while on bus duty. Massive bruising and huge embarrassment both times. Although a kind Year 11 helped me up out of the mud & didn’t laugh while the other 1499 students pissed themselves.

nearly lost my left hand in a horrendous accident on school trip! 10 ops later it’s as good as it will be. there’s the proof. …had hold of the seat in front as the coach rolled and then slid down m6… window broke…. Had to have it stitched into my stomach for 4 weeks for a flap to cover I know even I gulped when the doc suggested it! I was a ‘little teapot for a month.  it was a nightmare!! They needed the blood vessels to join… 9 hour op too! I should add the NUT were fab … Their solicitor was superb

Slipped a disc lifting student into water ambulance during school trip to Venice. Contracted TB (possibly not at school, but sounds good).

I was hit by falling scaffolding once.

Grade 3 tear of gastrocnemius. Happened on sports day. Exactly coincided with pistol to start 100 m[e]t[re]s. I thought I had been shot. True story.

Broke a burette off in my thumb last year and severed a nerve. Still no feeling in it.

Definitely a student moving chair onto foot whilst sat on it

Concussion- could see children messing around for TA & glared at them-ch[ildre]n stopped- missed footing on last 5 steps…cue pratfall/f[ore]w[ar]d roll

Exhausted by overworking and unreasonable demands, I completely missed a step and fell down stairs. Thought “Didn’t get a degree for this”.

Pulled my back celebrating a spectacular comeback by the Y[ear] 8 football team was coaching back in the day. Took 3 month’s chiropractic to sort.

Missed a step covered in a drift of leaves & fell full length.Usual hilarity from students tempered by fact that I was 8 months pregnant.

Broke a finger attempting to stop a rugby ball from hitting a spectator. Still hit her, but on the back rather than on the head.

Crashed my motorcycle on the way to school. Still got in. My form saw the blood on my leg. Got ambulance. Came back from hospital to teach.

Ruptured my thigh muscle taking a penalty against a year 7 on lunch duty. Went top corner though so not all bad  [this was from my former form tutor, but I’m assuming I’m not implicated as it was “1st year” not “year 7” back then]

Prolapsed disk when the caretaker used the wrong polish on the floor turning it into a skating rink!

Husband snapped achilles tendon, teaching football on astros…

Temporarily blinded as lid came off the copydex mid shake. Shouted “Shit!” loudly which shocked kids more than my eyes covered in glue.

Spine surgery from writing too many schemes of work without good back support. I took on a dept[artment] in 2nd y[ea]r of career, managed all of SLT and there was nothing. Had an op in 2009 and learned a lot about life in that year!

Accidental broken toe. Me vs. heavy box of music stands. Helpful child said ‘you can swear if you like miss – looked like it hurt’. It did.

I scraped my shin and badly injured my pride falling-off a chair balanced on a table, as I put up a display… as a class quietly worked…  and I dislocated my knee in a Staff Vs Parents hockey match.

Almost broke fingers and arm, grassboarding down a slope on y[ea]r 7 activity holiday session!

being bitten. Also having a chair leg land on my foot (sandals

Molten jelly baby flew out of boiling tube onto my hand during open evening demo. I kept smiling

Sort of injury, kidney stones from not drinking enough water during school day. Agony for 2 days. Now I know opioids REALLY work.

slipped on a wet corridor and broke a finger pride also suffered considerable injury. After year 11 stopped convulsing with laughter following my very slapstick slip they did show great concern and sympathy

Sewed through my finger on a sewing machine whilst helping Year 11. Just about managed not to bleed on her coursework!

Ice skating lesson with a school group in 1988 & stuck the rear right boot spike through my left boot. Stab wound & 2 broken bones in foot!

Fractured my arm after falling off a ladder putting Christmas dec[oration]s up or scalded my foot after dropping an urn of hot water.

Electric shocks from various electricity experiments, and falling over and hurting my thumb.

Ran a ski trip to Italy and chair lift bar fell on my head, lots of blood and was taken down the slope in the blood-wagon. Tried to walk through a swing door which was normally well oiled, unfortunately this time it wasn’t and I went head first into the glass!

Stitches in a finger due to a stubborn classroom locker. Expletives were used. Entire Year 4 class were shocked. Hospital swiftly attended.

cracked patella jumping rope with 3rd graders

Mild concussion. Projector screen fell from roof hit me on head.

A bruised backside when I slipped on ice taking Tutor group to Xmas carol service. They kindly picked me up.

Slipped a disc standing up from my chair whilst teaching a PSHE lesson. Needed [other teachers] to carry me away from class!!

Fell off a table whilst putting up a display. Did my knee good and proper

I stapled my finger when putting up a display. Ive also caught thousands of colds (but that’s illness not injury).

My funniest injury at sch[ool]: stapled my fingers together whilst holding a stapler & teaching.

Electric shock off a whiteboard…it certainly made me jump!!

Torn my knee ligaments jumping on a trampoline

During my PGCE I dislocated my shoulder from stopping a pass in a lunchtime basketball game.

Fractured my humerus, two ribs and cut my eyebrow… I fell

Trapped arm in a door while restraining a student (Special needs School) [went to] A&E

Regularly I have bruises mid thigh from walking into tables

I slipped in the dining hall on a sausage and did a strange somersault, a plate crashed to the floor bounced up & and sliced open my cheek

Tripped up stairs on the way to a lesson, laptop went flying, smashed my head on the handrail, knocked myself out, in front of students

Punched in the temple by a y[ear] 8 boy. Headbutted (didn’t connect) by an angry y[ear] 11. Wallet nicked by a y[ear] 11 that I had spent hours supporting.

Lice, scabies and flea bites. All in a days work. Oh yes. And a tub of black powder paint with no lid, fell off a shelf on my head. Scary sight.

Torn [anterior cruciate ligament] in right knee whilst separating two Year 9 boys fighting!

Once thought it good idea to remove OHP bulb immediately after it blew. Fingerprints returned after a few months

I ripped a muscle in my lower back moving a filing cabinet. Had waited for the site agent for 5 days and got tired of waiting.  won’t make the mistake again, will just wait nicely!

Bumped into a table (fixed to the floor). Bruise on my thigh is about 10 cm long, 5 cm high. Done this almost every month, for 20 y[ears].

Broke a tooth on school pitta bread…

Dropped a recycling bin on my foot and lost a toenail.

Got slapped around the face and then kicked twice one morning.

Burnt most of my hand when I didn’t use a long enough fuse for a flash powder demonstration

I fell off my bike in front of the main entrance, causing moderate but prolonged reputational damage.

Put a staple through my finger while putting up a display.

Badly cut knee and ripped suit after attempting to show Y[ear] 6 boys,playing football on the playground, ‘how it’s done’.

Took an “accidentally released” rounders bat to the gentleman’s area. If I wasn’t the recipient it would have been funny.

Partially tore ligaments while mucking about being a wolf in the playground

Tripped on cracked car park tarmac, burst knee wide open. Lots of stitches

I broke my foot at 7am at school on a dodgy paving slab and then walked around on it for the rest of the day before getting an X-ray. I also once dropped molten hot sulfur on my hand while doing a demo,had to teach the rest of my lesson with my hand in a bowl of cold water

Fell 2 steps walking down unlit stairs and twisted ankle. Had an xray and 2 days off work.

Cut my finger open whilst shutting a toilet door I spotted was ajar. Kid in my class provided me with loo roll from his bag that he kept there with a torch in case he needed to go for a poo in the dark! Not sure which event was the weirdest.

Fell off a chair doing a display- Huge bruise black on arm…despite just saying to students always use a chair for its intended purpose!

I broke my ankle in the middle of one of my [physical education] classes.

Broke bone in coccyx. Also got pneumonia from sewage has when basement flooded. Illness rather than injury really.

My eye got cut from a student’s nail when playing basketball with them. Lost a high % of peripheral vision in my right eye.

I’ve suffered a cut lip when a child I was sitting next to shot his hand up a little enthusiastically. Still think he did it on purpose

There have been a couple of reasonably serious injuries in the staff-sixth form football. Not to me though.

Banging my head – It’s not easy being a giant.

[From a school business manager] There was the time I was walking along a corridor & a teacher opened an outward opening door & pole-axed me. They were mortified..

Got punched by a parent, but wasn’t injured, and in retrospect she was probably in the right. Who was I to tell her son to tuck in his shirt?

Shut the filing cabinet in my classroom and trapped my nipple in it. No idea how I managed that..

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