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unholywriters · 3 days ago

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Sheriff's Wanted

╰┈➤ Summary: MITO has been hunting down this outlaw for a long time now. Making sure no stone was left unturned and it was solely him who got to bring the person in with no help. After messing with nearby towns and sections for a long time. But how could he kill of the person, when it was his favorite

╰┈➤ WC: 9.3k

╰┈➤Pairings: Cowboy! Mito x Male Reader

╰┈➤Genre: Non-idol au, wild west, smut

╰┈➤ Warnings: language, unprotected sex, petnames, oral (male receiving) car sex,

╰┈➤Ratings: 18+ MDNI, NSFW,

╰┈➤ Networks: @othersideoutlawsnetwork, @ksmutsociety

╰┈➤ Banner: @shadowkoo <3

“God. Fucking. Damnit.”

A deep voice rang, looking through the burned house around him, seeing the infamous flag that always seemed to do nothing more than just piss him off everyday he had to see it in front of him. Knowing there was very little he could do. The black flag with a snake symbol on it, wrapped around a dying tree that was the only thing standing left in this small, desolate house. There wasn’t anyone else in there, but their home was destroyed with everything still inside, barely anything standing intact after the burning fire.

The sheriff had tried his hardest to get here in time, smelling the fire and gotten on his favorite horse and rode as fast as he could to get here, already seeing the people try to get his attention while some were injured stopping the wanted outlaw. It was driving him crazy how this person always seemed to get away with ease, right under his nose, yet you were smarter than most outlaws before you, not trying to taunt him. Not going too far to spark up more towns fear, but close enough to where he was questioning even those around him. Because how were you getting away with all of this?

Each crime scene always had a note left behind though the writing was hard to read, making it even harder to link it to anyone's writing, even if they tried to write as fast as the person. The notes would state why the place burned, or even why the person was killed and just left to stay there. It annoyed him because he too wanted to bring these people to justice, but others were fearing for their lives. They were trying to help him figure this out, trying to see why this all started happening and why. It happened around a couple years ago, he first woke up to see someone’s house being set on fire as a warning, now it just became another day with another dead end.

It was driving him insane, how was this person getting away no matter how close he got, even when he was sure he was just right there. But all he could do was look around the damage, seeing the burned remains and trying to get the evidence as best as he could. Trying his hardest and being careful, leaving the taps around for when he comes back to examine yet another scene, looking at the flagpole with anger in his eyes before turning back to the little remains of the doorway. Opening the note to see what was the reason this time. He wanted to understand why, what did this person do that deserves a crime, and will the evidence be plastered along the wall post of the town. Unfolding the familiar texture of the paper and staring at the writing, standing still while hearing the huff sound of his horse.

Name: Junseo Kang, oldest of the Kang family, sent to the outlands because of crimes.

Reason for death: Trafficking dead corpses for the new android models in the city. Tried to kill another family to send another payment.

Sign by: little viper.

Side note: Sorry you didn’t get to see the fun. It was a very interesting scream fest, MITO.

Crumbling the paper in his hands before stuffing it in his pocket, he would use it for tonight's fire, but he needed to go back to the town, and it was going to take him a while to get back there. Softly petting the side of his favorite horse, getting back on and beginning the ride home. This was the fast way to get around in the outlands. The never once dark sky that was filled with multiple colors with the soft rumbles of thunder in the background. The sky was never just one color anymore; it was a mixture of colors like a rainbow, but they were dim for now. Meaning that it was getting dark, and he needed to get home. These attacks never happened during the day or even as a string, they were random. Never on the same day next week, and it always keeps him on edge. But he needed to get back, check on the others, and make sure of his favorite person before sleeping.

He always got home quick if he could, even though he was doing best to get there fast but he knew you, there was never no sleep till around 1am. If anything, he knew you were awake, hiding somewhere or either at your favorite pub just waiting for him to get back home. Even when there were days where he never got back till later, he wondered what he was about to walk into whenever he went, but he had to drop off more things at the station, resting his horse in the stable close by before walking inside the dimly lit office. He was now the only one here, but that was just because he was late getting back, otherwise he would have thanked everyone for coming in as he always does. Walking to the dimly lit desk, he opened the overstuffed drawer before adding the evidence to a new folder, knowing he was gonna have to go over this in the morning before trying to get anything else done. Even just the thought of it was making him tired and annoyed at it, but he always had his favorite person to rely on.

He didn’t want to ride his horse there; he enjoyed walking home when it was dark, no one was really out late because they knew MITO was always awake and looking around. Even if he wasn’t looking, he always seemed to hear everything. He was there even if it wasn’t physically there. But either way, he wasn’t focused on that right now; he wanted to talk to you, and he couldn’t wait much longer. After making sure the place was locked, the alarms were there and ready, and when they were, he walked. He was keeping things to himself while walking to the locked door. Looking around to see if any lights were on that he could see, but there was nothing. Tilting his head slightly, he opened the door as quietly as he could. The house was dim, maybe you were asleep?

Work for you is always tiring. It was barely past midnight, like you were asleep this late. Even if you were that tired, he would hear your sleepy rambles from the door. Since sometimes your room door was never closed all the way, he wanted to call out to you, but he also didn’t want to alert someone in case they were lurking around and trying to find another way to run. So he kept his footsteps slow and quiet, looking around ever so slightly with his one eye while listening with his ears as close as he could, before getting surprised by the bathroom light being turned on, with you standing in the doorway with your pjs on, by the looks of it, you just finished taking a shower and just got done putting on the clothes.

“You look like you were waiting for an attacker to jump out at you. You can turn the lights on Mito, it’s just me in here. No one is breaking into the house of the most notorious sheriff unless they want to die slowly.”

Slowly flipping on the halfway light you could see him just a little, his hat was still on but you could see his face since he had it tilted up more. His shoulders seemed to relax while the wings that were wrapped around him, letting some feathers fall before hiding them away, knowing you would try to tease him with his own loose feather and make sure to never lose it. He didn’t need that when he wanted to come home after a long tiring day and needed to figure it out. But he also took it off, setting it down on the table with the mysterious eye facing the door, looking around to make sure no one else was nearby since it could see things the human eye couldn’t see on their own. His shoes were off and near the door, since it was a rule for no shoes to come past the door unless they were new since all the sand would get stuck in the carpet, making it nearly impossible to clean with all the small grains of sand.

“Well the lights were off, and you almost never leave them off when I’m gone, were you trying to scare me, little spider?”

If there was one thing about Mito that people only saw around you, it was that he loved to tease you, and only you. If anyone else was trying to tease or flirt with him, he would ignore them and carry on with his day, but with you he would flirt nonstop, some say flirting, others say teasing. Either way, it was never ending with you. That is all that matters to him, along with making sure that you were safe and comfortable with what he was saying and doing.

“Hmm, scaring you is impossible, mister. You Don’t get scared that easily. Let alone from me.”

Letting out a deep chuckle, he softly shook his head while rolling his shoulders, helping them relax even just a little while you walked over to him, leaning against the wall just a little to see what else he had to say, or if he was going to do anything else in the meantime. He walked closer with his arms crossed against his chest; he was more than happy to see you, at least you were safe and home with him, despite having to share what some thought was a small house, it was more so spilt into an attic, main floor, and then a basement neither of you really walked into for anything else related to it. Though sometimes he would be down there, but he would never tell you why he would go down there, at least not the truth, he would always say that he was just making sure the house would not fall, or the foundation wasn’t having cracks.

“The only way you’d scare me, is if something was truly wrong and you went missing. And that would ruin a lot of lives. I can’t be without my little spider for too long.”

“I’d always find a way back to you, tall man. I’m not that defenseless when you’re not there.”

He playfully rolled his eyes before walking back to the kitchen, turning on the ceiling light and walking over to the stove, wondering if anything got cooked and he wondered what he was gonna see. He hoped there would be some kimchi, but he wanted something else to go with it as a pairing with them. He was always starving after work and he needed something else to eat along with something sweet to drink, knowing if it was water he was gonna devour everything within seconds. And he was happy to see kimchi paired with gopchang. He knew he was gonna eat well with all of this and knew that slightly larger black and white bowl with chopsticks was his. He smiled while getting the bowl and getting his own portion, though he was still trying to keep his ears out, he wanted to know where you were in the house and that he wanted to be prepared before he bumped into you while holding his bowl in his hands.

He could hear the small soft footsteps getting closer, you were close behind him. He could slightly hear it just a little more, turning to you while carefully setting the lid back on the pots, seeing you look proud of your cooking and having his things set out when he got back from work, knowing he wasn’t gonna get home till later. Truly no one ever feels like having to make their own food after working so long, and then being stressed with this wanted outlaw, knowing it was driving him crazy with how long they were getting away with the crimes they’ve gotten away with. He was gonna catch them, and make them pay for all the crimes they were doing, even if it came at the cost of losing. Even if he made a deal, one way or another a punishment was going to be made and followed through, and there was no getting away from it.

“All of this is amazing. You even had the bowl ready and everything? For little old me?”

“Do you like it? I knew you were gonna be starving after working practically all day.”

“No hard working sheriff needs to come home and make his own food. Besides, I wanted to make something and hopefully have it warm before you got home. Before you got here, I had made it and showered.”

“Lucky me, this is delicious, and it’s still nicely warm. I can eat this and then relax in the bath. My joints are killing me.”

“Hopefully by now the hot water should be good, since you enjoy having the longer hot baths instead of a nice quick shower.”

“Hey, baths are amazing and the best way to relax.”

“Or you could sit in the actual sauna you had customized in the backyard, it’ll be better.”

Mito wanted to throw a counter back to that, but he knew you were right. Because he enjoyed sitting in warm, nearly hot water without having to get up or anything. In a bath, the water gets cold easily. Then he has to get cleaned up in the cold water and then be upset that his relaxation time is being interrupted because of cold water. Instead, he happily ate his bowl of food before walking to his room, the feathers softly bouncing with each step he took but made no sounds whatsoever. Going up the wooden staircase to the left where his large room was, his room was always lit by only lamps he collected or made, covering all windows in his room so not only can anyone find or peek in his room, but no sunlight seeps through and blinds his eye more.

“Night Y/n, remember if you need to knock for something just do so.”

He watched you nod before walking to your room, he just wanted to eat before he did anything else. Not entirely sitting on his bed while standing in his room trying his hardest not to sit down, because he knew that tomorrow was going to tire him out. He had a plan; it was gonna be stupid to set up, but right now he was enjoying the taste, he was humming while softly dancing around, not doing a lot but swaying side to side. Trying not to eat too fast and choke but he also knew if he ate too slow he was gonna let it get too cold.

“Maybe tomorrow I can bathe, since it would be the one day off I get, and I won’t go unless I’m called in. Gods, I’m so tired, this case has gone on for longer than a month.”

Walking to one of his walls, pinned with all the letters, photos and locations of every crime he arrived and had to examine. His detailed map of everything, the person never went far, the longest distance the person has gone was the crime he got today. They have a hit list of the highest people who came to the other side to get away from the pressure of the city when their crimes caught up with them, making sure no one followed them before they tried to go back under a different alias. It was a problem, but some have gotten used to living out here and on their own or in communities and expanding on their own homes. But these were the people who wanted to look like they disappeared before coming back only to ruin more lives, he wanted to find those people in a safer way.

“I’m going to find you, and we are going to have a talk about this before anything else. If I can catch you before anything worse happens.”

Breaker here

“you know, you poking around with all these files is gonna give you away. Most of these people know nothing about the ones you’re going for other than him? So risky and so nosey.”

The outlaw could only roll their eyes while looking at the colorfully chaotic man who was sitting on a large wooden desk. His legs crossed together, showing off his bright dark green pants with bright pink hearts, and the same goes for the buttoned up top with a heart matching color shirt. His short blonde hair with some red, blue and yellow streaks in his hair, while applying his favorite blue lipstick, after he finished applying his favorite blush and sparkles to his cheeks. Only being able to contact the outlaw from a nearly broken phone since this was the only way to communicate without making too much noise, or people being able to decipher what was being said.

The outlaw could only roll their eyes on the other side of the phone, being quiet on their side not sure if anyone would try to find them and expose them to someone they didn’t need to be exposed to. Keeping their face covered with a hat, hiding under one of the rare trees while hiding in the leaves, knowing during this time the leaves would change their color into a pitch black, showing that it was now time for bed, since the clouds would dim but the lightning would never stop, but would get dimmer and quieter as the hours went on before getting louder, meaning it was now morning.

“He’s a good guy, great even. But none of those scumbags need to be coming here only to leave and put more targets on our backs. Plus, I’m bored.”

The colorful man could only shake his head, rolling around before letting his legs hang in the air while kicking them softly, looking at the messy whiteboard of more people. The last picture was harder to find, but it would be the nail in the coffin for him. This person was going to get found out, and he was gonna die just like the other and there would be little to no solving his case and it would slowly get turned into a cold case with little to no leads, though after this one the other outlaws were going to be the issue. Most of them were harder to hunt down, but the locations were there and pinned down with the best drawn maps the two of them could make from memory and their best. It wasn’t the best, but it was something and that’s all they needed in a situation like this.

The maps and illustrations of the targets laid across the board like a display, pinned with thumbtacks with red glitter paint showing that they were now dead. The rich people were almost dead on the other side, but the outlaws needed to be rounded up and that was gonna make hiding even harder since the outlaw groups can move silently in groups, making it harder to pinpoint.

“The last man will be easy and you can take him out easily, though not tonight. Your little boyfriend upstairs is walking upstairs, better get to hiding y/n-innie~”

Hiding the phone in a very thin place to even notice, y/n snuck into one of the hidden walkways they had made in the house and quietly made their way back to their room. Carefully landing on the bed and wrapping themselves in the blanket MITO made them and closed their eyes, facing the door knowing Mito would look if you were truly asleep. Knowing there are some nights when you “couldn’t sleep” and he would talk your ear off, his voice would help soothe you to sleep and even help with nightmares, as he likes to say. And he isn’t wrong, his deep yet smooth voice can do a lot when it's needed most and he enjoys it. Better than nothing he could’ve imagined, but would never know.

“Awe, Goodnight Y/n.”

Listening to the sound of the door closing and his heavy footsteps leaving the room, y/n slowly opened their eyes and just stared at the door. He was an amazing guy, sure maybe sometimes he would get mad at the never ending case with the outlaw and the assassinations with the cryptic notes that never seemed to end, but that never stopped MITO from being as nice without a care in the world and wanting nothing more than to just help protect you, seeing you smile and knowing that he’s making your day better even in the slightest. But that didn’t make doing this any easier when the times he was nice would come to play, or when he would send you a sad face because he was really staying late at the station or because he missed you and wanted to go home, but also just wanted to make sure you were okay.

But this was for your home, the place you freely left and got to call a home. Being able to walk freely here without having to fear for safety or if someone was going to try anything with their new tech or if business were going to keep trying to pull others down with them, keeping them out permanently wasn’t something the other side was equipped with the needed materials to do so, sending them back was getting harder to do and people were started to suspect the other side was up to something, or they just truly never wanted to leave, nor writing letters sharing what they’re seeing.

“I hope one day you’ll forgive me.

“He lives this far out? Are you kidding me?”

“Nope! This is the biggest outlaw organization out here, and as always they want you, mainly alive. So you have to be careful when trying to go in there and kill off the leader, you dunce. Their radio signals are gonna start messing with that earpiece, so you better destroy it now before they realize I’m there, and you better let me know you’re okay, understand?”

“I will be fine, if not then well you better come and visit me if I'm in the hospital. I won’t die.”

Dropping the device, making sure nothing could’ve been left behind or traced back to them, making sure nothing was able to be used against them. Slipping the mask over their mouth, and the hat over their eyes only leaving space for their nose to breathe. Fixing their shoes so no sounds would be heard, making sure the bottoms stayed covered and no charms or zippers would make any noise when trying to sneak inside from the bottom vent systems. The hard part of this was getting through, because there were hidden guard posts everywhere, making it nearly impossible to even get through unless it was the split minutes before the night lights would shine through on the ground with the little patrol cards being nearby ready to radio back anything that looked wrong and ask if they should bring them in dead or alive.

But the perks of being small is being able to sneak into places and staying quiet easier. But it didn’t make this part of the job any easier, having to quietly put things back into place and hope no one was going to deep dive into this was the scary part. Because if they did, it would be the entire base against them, and with the amount of people here, that was going to be a hard thing to manage even alone. Even if two people came to help, the hard part would find all of them if anyone were to flee hoping to escape being punished for their crimes they all have committed and were being linked to, knowing there was no escaping being killed or locked away for years only to rot away into nothing more than bones and dust. Since the ground in some places was impossible to dig, people would be cremated and their ashes would either be dumped into a secret place so no one can get them, or they would be respected by the families, depending on if any of them committed any serious crimes or not.

The mission was simple, in some aspects. Find the main computer space and wipe everything relating to y/n in their database so there was truly no finding out their true identity to use it against themselves or try to make a twisted lie of them staring an outlaw group or was falsely working with other outlaw groups and getting caught up in their actions. After all, if the proof is well constructed, sometimes your words won’t always help even if a deep enough of a dive was done to help construct it. Quietly kneeling down on their hands and knees, crawling through the clean vents while also looking around to make sure there were no cameras to peek or find their exact location. Despite their friend being able to mess with the cameras, this was also something harder, like trying to look into anything was going to be more of a challenge without setting off an alarm and getting their location exposed, though Insanity enjoys a good game of cat and mouse.

The vent system was more of a challenge to navigate without the fear of someone hearing where you are and trying to follow the sound of you slowly moving through. MITO was off looking for this base, meaning he was gone for a week to figure this out, and he would come back in a week since he got the anonymous tip that the base would be here and to bring as many as he could while keeping some officers in the little town to be safe while he was absent. He was on his way in his favorite old style black car, enjoying the chase knowing he was already taking out as many drivers, knowing they were getting thrown in as many cars behind him while he kept chasing the car in front of him.

Knowing this one had to be an important figure if they were being surrounded by around 10 cars in total. But that didn’t make things any easier back at the base, trying to find the main room without setting off any alarms, opening vents is not an option in case they are in the wrong room. Not everyone has access to the higher level rooms, the codes changing every hour but the mask everyone has to wear nearly stays the same. Getting closer and closer to a dead-end, meaning the only way to get out was going down. Quietly open the bottom vent and make their way as best as they can with the little map they have. Hoping everything was correct and there was nothing missing and that hopefully no one would be here to catch them.

Holding their breath and getting the vent opened, no screws falling and having to be as quiet as possible, landing on the ground in the brightly lit room. The computer was right there, but something felt wrong, entirely too wrong for the room to be this quiet and easy to get into. No one moved, if anything it felt like someone could drop a pin and the entire room would echo the sound before anyone was going to make a move. Something felt off about being here, slowly looking around and staying still as a statue, hoping someone else would make a sound, the screens would flash, hoping that anything would happen before slowly moving anyway, but their attention was drawn to the screen. It was like people had to leave for a reason. Slowly standing up, but keeping a hunch in case there were any trip wires or laser being hidden, y/n slowly walked to the screen and looked at one of them, seeing the camera pick up the scene of the second hand being tossed around by a sheriff in all black, his infamous hat on with his pistol being spun around while grabbing the person with one hand.

Seeing their panting and bloody face, this meant that MITO was near, and people were scattering to take the needed precautions before they would get wiped out by a man who never seemed to take his coat off. But the shocker for y/n came when the black feather coat expanded into a pair of wings with the feathers circling around him. Flying out in different directions, pinning down the others that were trying to run away or call for more backup. His face was staying hidden because of the hat, but this was clearly something new that not even y/n knew. And Mito was terrible at keeping secrets, but there was no time to ask questions. Looking at the other screens, y/n had to go to one that wasn’t entirely tied to the cameras to erase everything before going to get someone's head and deliver it to MITO on another day. Taking out the drive they were sent days before this mission, plugging it into one of the smaller ones, and watching the screen flicker with a bar quickly loading while showing a little text saying erasing data.

The screen was flashing from either the data being erased, to MITO’s feathers stabbing people in their ankles to make sure they can’t run away from their sentencing or getting taken by the other officers in the area. The eye that always stayed in the middle of his hat was looking around quickly while he kept walking. His hands stayed close to his pockets before getting to the main door, this is where things were going to get interesting, if his eye can see everything, even some places that others can’t see without a light, or not being able to see at all, yet he could find everything, the crows surrounding the place allowing him to have some sort of cover.

Walking inside of the silent base, the crows stayed outside till everyone was being locked away in cars and sent back the fastest way possible; the jailhouse getting packed with members from this group, bounties being collected, with the mainland being contacted to check if there were any wanted outlaws they were looking for and wanted to have back and handle on their own terms and no longer be a danger to the other side. But with the leader of this entire group being wanted alive, they were going to serve out their remaining sentence in the most secure prison the mainland offered, since the other side would’ve had them killed on sight and there was too much evidence for them to die in such a simple way with nothing else to offer. They needed to be handled in the best interest of those who were wrong by him, or hear there was never any confirmation on what was happening here with the person.

“it would be better if you came outside, you know. I don’t enjoy having to chase an already losing fight.”

Walking through the silent halls, turning his head fully around to see what the second eye was seeing. Trying to see past the walls so he can track the remaining outlaws in the building. Looking down to see if there were any more settlements down there and if anyone else was down there, but there was someone running up the stairs to his location. He can handle the person downstairs in a minute and make sure if anything, if anything, that means more intel about anyone else connected to the main hub of the outlaws. His wings wrapping his shoulders to hide his arms and chest, just in case any of the defenses would go off and attempt to strike at him while he slowly walked to the running person. They wouldn’t have gotten far, the outside was littered with ravens, crows and more officers ready to escort this one to the mainland and get him out of the other side.

The only concerning thing was the person in the basement, they hadn't moved and seemed like they were waiting for something to happen. Despite MITO getting closer to the doors, his body tensed and went on guard with his hat covering his one eye, the eye on his hat looking around as quick as always before opening the doors, watching them fly off the hinges to the opposite sides, in the middle of the room the person chained up with their arms being high in the ceiling, their legs slightly dangling just inches above the ground. But what confused him more, was that it was the outlaw he was looking for. The outfit and everything was there, the mask and hat were on the floor tossed aside and their head was hanging low like they were collecting themselves after just getting out of a fight.

Slowly walking closer, MITO slowly raised their head with his hand only to have a look of shock and amusement, just a little. Here he was, ready to taunt the outlaw before handling them back at the station. Only to find out that the infamous outlaw that was annoying him, was his best friend who would make him food when he was working too hard. The same friend who would tease him about his feathers still assuming that it was just a coat he would never take off unless he was falling asleep in his room, trying to hide something from you that no one else was going to see, not even you. And now here we are, him watching you slowly wake up and getting used to the bright lights while he examined you. Letting your head fall back down while he slowly walked around you.

“I didn’t think you would take the nickname Viper so seriously. Though your bite doesn’t exactly sting when someone’s used to it, now does it?”

Watching you slowly wake up, moving your head around before seeing him, gathering what happened before getting here was a stretch. It was a deadly situation but seeing MITO standing there, looking at you with his head tilted to the left side as he watched you rapidly blink. Arms shaking the chains only for the sound to be a reminder that they aren’t getting out. Their legs only dangling but there is barely any room to attempt anything. Getting out wasn’t an easy feat, not with MITO, he would move before you could even react. It won’t always work given the fact of how tall he is, along with how puff and strong he is and isn’t scared to use it to his advantage if he has to in order to get out of a situation. But instead of him being mad, he seemed to be more curious than anything.

“I wonder how you manage this for so long. All those annoying notes? Clearly you have someone else working for you, or are you working for someone else, oh I wonder how you got in this situation.”

“I… Can’t exactly tell you. How the-”

“I’m asking the questions right now. You want to get out of those chains now don’t you? I can’t imagine by the scars on your pretty face that you’re already uncomfortable.”

Leaning closer to your ear, he whispered just to watch you shiver, trying to hold the chains above them with their feet slightly kicking in the hair, trying to avoid as much eye contact with Mito as much as possible. Giving quick side glances before his gloved hand reached your chin, holding it in place and making sure your gaze was stuck on him, and nothing else in the room. A smirk on his face while watching your cheeks flustered while trying to stay still in his grip, but it was pointless, how does one get away from a gaze like this one?

“You know getting out of here will be impossible, not with all the officers waiting for me to walk outside and give the clear that everything got done and soon more outlaw post hiding more dangerous and unwelcome guests are here. Do you really want to be stuck in a packed, sweaty and dark place without me there?”

“Seeing me in chains is bringing out a different side of you, mister. Are you sure you weren’t waiting for this moment?”

“Hm, not really. But I’ll take what I can get. But you still have a question to answer, mister outlaw.”

“There isn’t much I can give you, I can’t exactly tell you how I’m getting the information I have.”

Watching him tilt his head, there was nothing he could do to make you spill who was giving you the information. That would be pointless and make the others impatient about waiting outside when they need to hurry and get home. But that wasn’t stopping him from teasing you, asking questions where he could and trying to use this situation to his advantage. How could he pass up this moment?

“Doesn’t mean we can’t work together still. Since you can sneak into places easier, and because there's cameras meaning you’ve seen how I handle many groups. We can make this easy, but you also know you have to give me something in return.”

“And what do you want from me?”

Using his other hand, he reached up and gripped your hand, despite the harsh cold metal of the chains to hold your hand in between it. His eye never leaving yours while he slowly got closer, this was way better than just asking you out without sounding too corny for his liking. This was showing you just how far he can go in the right circumstances, even if there were people outside who could hear from the vents if they tried hard enough to listen to it.

“Not only are we going to be working together, but you will be mine. Can’t risk having you run off all alone and get yourself in this kind of situation again now can I? People already fear me when you’re not around, can you imagine the fear if I found out you got taken from me?”

The hand holding your chin never left while he got closer, his smirk was sharp while watching your reaction, wanting to see what you could come up with, not agreeing means he has to answer to the rules he has to follow or seeing the chaos from afar of how angry he can get. And that is something he tries his hardest to hide from you when he’s at work and far away and just overall annoyed.

His head tilted to the side slightly, his hand slowly breaking the chains as if they were nothing but dust in his hands now. He slowly set you down and while enjoying the look on your eye before taking you out of the room. He knew the answer; it showed all over his face while making sure you were walking either beside him, or behind him. He wasn’t letting you go, after all how could he do that during this entire time, when he was gone for a week and here you were trying to handle the situation all alone. Though instead of him being more angry about it, he was more interested in how you did this for so long.

But trying to go after the person would be pointless. What would he gain from that other than adding another name to the list of people to be worried about what they were doing behind his back and he didn't do that anymore.

Opening the large doors MITO gave the all clear, walking to his old style black car while the old base was being searched for any more evidence to be stacked, which will add more to the sentencing and how they should be handled. Opening the car door for you, helping you sit in the passenger side so you can’t try to hide yourself in the backseat while he drives back home. Sitting in the driver's side of the car and driving with one hand, exactly how he was used to driving. His car didn’t exactly have a radio to play music, but the only one he has is the officer radio, he never answers them, unless he’s too far or it’s one-word answers.

“What’s gonna happen when we get back home?”

“You should know. We’ll be in my room tonight, and there is no getting out of it. Unless you want people to barge in when we’re half naked.”

“You aren’t hiding anything anymore are you? The same man who hated sex scenes in the movies we would watch?”

“I didn’t like the fake sounds nor did I need any more ideas on what I could do if I ever tried to. Unless you wanted a reason to see those kinds of things.”

Sitting back against the chair, trying to hide in the chair because this was going to be a long drive, sure they had the devices quickly sending the more dangerous and wanted outlaws back, but MITO loved the long drives. Enjoying the sky that never ended and often the quiet area around him, the soft or loud rumbles of the thunder brought him more comfort than being alone with his thoughts that for some would make them question how this was the same quiet officer who would help them with the smaller things around the town with little rewards given?

Having to stop at some point annoyed him more than anything. He wanted to get you home, slipping off every piece of clothing on you, leaving it around the small house you two shared and making sure he could taste every part of you without worry or without fail. He loved his car, and he didn’t exactly have enough back space to try anything the way he wanted to. But that didn’t stop his mind from wondering how you two would be able to do anything in such a space. That made his mind wander more while he seemed to drive after the long clouds of dust and sand.

“Mito, you’re rubbing me while trying to drive, what in the world are you thinking?”

Looking with his other eye, Mito saw that y/n was right. But he wasn’t just rubbing his thigh like he thought, his hand was right above his cock, and since there was nearly nowhere to back away or hide from it, the pants were getting tighter, and y/n was twitching and whimpering while looking at him. MITO wasn’t speeding, but he also wasn’t going too slow. But they still had a long drive to go, how were they getting in any sort of housing to handle this in? Any motels had thin walls and you could hear anyone moaning on the other side of the wall, and most of the time it was still annoying to hear when all you want to hear are the sounds of your partner moaning in your ear.

“Oh, just some interesting things, but would you like me to stop moving my hand?”

“Park the car, please. We both know we aren’t making it anywhere unless you have enough energy to even bring the car back to the station and then having to get us home, you’d get annoyed at how tired you are.”

Smirking softly, MITO parked the car, staying near the tracks of the other cars before making sure his seat was as far back as possible. Moving his hat on the dashboard before seeing y/n on his lap, shoulders resting on his broad ones while leaning down for a rough and heated kiss. Y/n tugging his loose jacket and rubbing his bare chest, since it was rare that MITO ever wore a shirt. Making it easier for touches and chest rubs, especially in a situation like this and how comfortable it all felt. Their lips clashing and nearly eating at each other's lips, their tongues trying to clash against each other while y/n was grinding their hips against MITO’s crotch.

It was something different and something raw, just for the two of them while trying to get off their clothes and piling them up elsewhere in the car. Every time they pulled away to even try to catch a breath, MITO would soon leave kisses and hickies on y/n’s neck. Letting them try their hardest to breathe, their hands slowly pushing down MITO’s black leather jacket past his shoulders while his arms were holding y/n close, his large hands gripping onto y/n’s back, shoulders, and even their ass just to have something to hold, leaving as many marks as he could.

Tossing off his jacket to the side, pulling off your shirt and throwing it to the empty seat next to him while his large hands kept trying to have a grasp on their bare skin. Feeling y/n’s soft hands on his shoulders and chest still trying to jump and grind as much as possible just to hear something, each groan was like another spark each time. The pants needed to be off, everything needed to be off and tossed around somewhere. Even if it was just a little they needed something.

“This is not how I imagined our first time being, I had so many ideas of how to take you and drive you insane, but this will have to do till we arrive back home.

“How are you actually this big? Holy shit!”

The leather pants pulled down to allow his throbbing cock air to breathe and allowed y/n to look down and admire it. Watching y/n crawling back to the passenger seat to get in at a certain angle, leaning over to lick the tip but with the inside of the car, it was harder to handle, so he quickly pulled you closer. Squeezing your thighs and looking up at you with eyes of worship, his hair a mess and some resting in front of his eye but he could still see you, holding you close over his tip while trying to make sure you were looking down at him still.

“We can worry about all the things we want to try at home, right now I just need to feel you and hear you. I want to hear everything from you. Please.”

Seeing MITO beg to please you was something no one else would ever see except you. No one else would ever see him begging for anyone else’s touch except for yours and there was nothing else stopping either of you. Kissing your shoulders and chest, letting the sounds of y/n fill his ears while watching everything slowly disappear inside of you, biting his lip to hear you as loud as possible in his ear. Holding you close as if he could nearly lose you at any point in time. His mouth stayed latched onto any parts of skin he could get like a baby just leaving as many hickies as he could.

“Move when you're ready, I’ll match with you okay? I’ll repay you when we get home, I promise.”

Looking to see you, watching you slow finding the pace to bounce at. The way you bite your bottom lip while your eyes stay locked onto each other despite the condensation growing on the car windows and making it hard to see inside or even outside the car, making this even better with the sound of skin slapping against each other. MITO watches you bounce faster while trying to buck his hips up to match with you. His whimpers weren’t loud, but you could slightly hear them when laying your head on his shoulder. Scratching down his arms while meeting his thrust in the middle of each one.

It was like one of his favorite fantasies played out in front of him. Even if it wasn’t the way he truly wanted to, this was just fueling the idea of what would happen when he finally got home. It was something he never wanted to end, and just enjoying the show, But just imagine, what was going to happen when you got back home?

Pushing you against the wall, MITO picked you up and latched his lips onto your already fading purple neck. He was already melting at the broken sound coming from you while the two of you were trying to take off the already half thrown on clothes. That long car ride was full of nothing more than riding MITO till your legs could no longer support your body anymore. The both of you speaking your desires in each other's ears, the poor car having foggy windows to show the aftermath of what was happening. It was something chaotic for the two of you, but it was also passionate for just the two of you, and now with you two being back home, his house slightly moved back away from people to enjoy the peace he wished for and always wanted.

Pulling away to watch you fall to your knees, being excited finally sucked him off the way you always whispered in his ears in the long car ride. One hand was against the wall, the other hand was gripping your head, watching you pull down his pants and not even preparing yourself for his cock, tongue stuck out and licking the already hard tip of his hard cock and taking inside your mouth quickly, letting the drool start to pile and drip onto the floor while quickly bobbing your head. Letting out soft gagging sounds while locking eyes at his face, his closed eyes with the louder hitched breaths and whimpers while trying to stay still. His legs shaking from the amount of control he had to give just to stay up, nearly bouncing them.

His veins showing in his arms while his hand was holding you still while his hips moved, he wasn’t going faster yet, but he wanted you to get used to it. Enjoying the soft yet fast touch of your hands rubbing his thighs and messing with his balls. Despite his deep voice, the whispers he gives you in the car while speeding back home as fast as he could while letting you tease him and ride if you wanted to. Just so neither of you had to get rid of the feeling of feeling each other. The whimpers being something you enjoy, though not something you were going to gloat about to the small circle of friends you have.

“That’s it baby boy, you want me to paint your face? You want a reminder every time you even look at me, Hm?”

It was hard to get an answer at first, but feeling your head getting pulled away with your mouth still open, eyes still filled with want and desire while your face was getting painted, most of it landing on your tongue and mouth while some of it fell against your chin and bottom lip. Panting while trying to catch more and lick it clean. The two of you are locking eyes of nothing more than want and desire. Helping you get up, grabbing you and picking you up, holding your legs with his wide hands and walking up the stairs to his room. The clothes were left on the living room floor while the door to his room got kicked open, lips staying attached to each other while the hands.

He didn’t exactly drop you on the bed, but he stayed holding you close and never letting you go. Licking up and down your chest while moving your legs to his shoulders, wearing them like a necklace and enjoying the marked masterpiece in front of him and enjoying it. His smirk growing while he looked at you, he was mad he had to pull away from you but he was about to enjoy the mess he was about to create.

He fit in like a glove, like the outline of everything just fit inside perfectly, but that didn’t mean you were used to it. Every time felt like something new, watching your body react to each movement and this was his fantasy, having you under him while he could fully move the way he wanted to without worrying about cramped spaces and having to deal with nosey people. After all, there were no windows on the upstairs floor for a reason. Holding your head down with one hand, legs still slightly bouncing on his shoulders while the sound of skin slapping got louder. But it was nothing compared to the sounds you two were making.

Your nails dig into his back to leave fresh new scratches so his arms could now finally have a break from the endless scratching and little nail crescents that cover nearly his entire shoulders and upper arms. Now his back was going to be painted with scratches and nail marks for you to look and admire. His head laying on your shoulder, making it to where his mouth is near your ear. Making your body react and squeeze around him more while his cock was hitting the places he could only imagine hitting, yet he seemed to hit it every time and enjoyed the loud sounds of cries coming from you. While he was whimpering and moaning in your ear shamelessly, the room door being wide opened but the front door was closed and locked with a do not disturb sign on the door (unless it was truly important).

One hand had a tight grip on your side and the other gripping your hair was tight, but he was hoping he wasn’t pulling out any hair. The way he was trying to close the already closed space between you two, the whispers getting louder in your ear with his eyes closing.

“please, please let me cum inside, gods I want to stay inside you and feel everything squeeze around me like they never want to let me go. Oh, shit shit shit please yes yes yes, y/n!”

“Come inside MITO don’t hold it, please please please fuck!”

His whimpers of pleases and the sound of your name, the broken cries of his hand while your grips got tighter. His pleas were getting higher but still in a deep sound voice, it was enough to make his hips sputter before staying still. Biting down on your shoulder while holding your head onto his shoulder, his legs squirming against his sheets before the two of you just remained still, back arching and being pressed more against his chest while trying to pull him closer just for the two of you to stay closer to each other. Panting in each other's ear, slowly relaxing as time passed but slowly falling asleep. There was no way MITO was getting up to do anything, not with how relaxed and calm he felt, though in the morning he was definitely taking care of you.

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sgiandubh · 1 year ago

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Come ho già detto non ho copiato o memorizzato quelle foto viste le mie scarse attitudini tecniche. la foto estiva ricordo che era in un gruppo di foto insieme ad altre degli interpreti di Outlander, come se ne trovano anche adesso quando si cerca sotto S e C o C e T. In quei momenti non eravamo alla divisione del fandom come ora e il signor T non era ancora diventato famoso .La foto della festa durante la quale C era seduta sulle ginocchia del signore di cui ho parlato sono state messe in rete dai blogger molte volte , anche se non tutte, e credo che quelli di quel periodo possano ancora ritrovarle. Ho solo messo mano ai miei ricordi e ho voluto condividerli.Spero che ciò non provochi altri rumori . So che quando si dice qualcosa la prima parola è “provalo!” ed è giusto. Se ci saranno critiche lo capirò ma non mi faranno male perché la mia coscienza è tranquilla.Grazie, grazie davvero .

Dear @findanserwers,

Grazie per la tua risposta e grazie per il tuo coraggio!

Traduzione e dopo, reazione:

'Like I already said, I did not copy or save those pictures, on account of my very limited technical abilities. I remember the summer picture was included in a bigger batch, together with other photos of the OL cast, like the ones you can still find when you look for S and C or C and T. At that time, we didn't have these fandom wars, like nowadays, and Mr. T was not famous yet. The picture of the party when C was sitting on that gentleman's lap has been shared many times by bloggers and I think the more senior bloggers could still have it or find it. I was just revisiting my memories and I wanted to share. I hope I did not start even more rumors. I know that every time someone says something the first reaction is 'prove it!' and it's only fair. If this post will be criticized, I will understand, but I will not be hurt, because my conscience is clear. Thank you, truly thank you.'

I am now wondering if this mysterious summer pic is not one of the series taken for RDM's birthday party and if memory serves (and I can, of course, be awfully wrong and sure - always correct me, please), it was a whole flurry at the time about S being cut off some pictures. That would mean you have somehow seen a picture that was not very widely circulated. As for the lap pic, still no clue - but many pics of C with many other men (dr. Colbert comes to mind, too) are very affectionate, whereas with McIdiot - flat cardiogram and blink twice if you want us to rescue you.

Maybe one of the veterans could help? At the moment, I feel like looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack and there is nothing more irritating for someone like me (granted, chronically curious - a detail that, remember, got me here, LOL).

I will never blame you for not finding those photos, by the way. I think it was incredibly brave to step out with your handle and own your thoughts and words: it is rare and for this, my dear, I do admire you! And I can only look back, with my historian glasses, this time, and think of all the tiny details that were forever lost with each and every deactivated or erased blog, all those comments and all those tidbits that once kept this community on tenterhooks every single day. Back when this place was lively, and fun and smiling and young and naïve.

A time I never knew. But a story I can relate to and understand maybe as well as our veterans, who lived through the sorrow and puzzlement and are still here, with us. And I feel incredibly honored to see you found this page to be a safe haven. It will always remain so, for all the shippers who will engage with me. You have my word.

Please don't be a stranger. Grazie, grazie mille e un abbraccio per te. Pace e Bene! 😘

#fandom #shitshow #asks

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omies-odd-writing-spot · 4 months ago

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Doom prompt 21: in the past [1]

A Prompt from my Doom Discord. Based on the Garnets Story, but in the PAST of Argent D'nur. it's really fun to play with that time frame, there's so much you can mess with. have fun with a feral BJ before he was the Slayer

21: “The Slayer is still very feral after escaping hell, and is eating in an Argenta mess hall when one of the Argenta tries to take his food (surely they had bullies too) and then gets a fork stabbed through their hand and into the table”

All things considering, Haco could tell the newcomer would much rather be outside. Or possibly back in the wild where he had been originally found sitting quiet, perhaps watching the flowers and wind or even just zoned out. Haco was not sure what was going through the outlander’s head then, if anything. The man was pretty sure that the outlander was just focused wholly on his food right now.

Not that Haco minded as he was sitting near his charge, though the man was also not fully sure how he became the supervising guard. The outlander at least was quiet as he ate, working though the second bowl of soup. The fresh bread basket that was just set down was being watched intently in between scans of the over half empty dining hall. The outlander tracked where the serving young went to drop off another basket before running back to the kitchen.

A full hall just seemed like a bad idea to Haco, and he knew it was a bad idea for anyone just out of the pits to be around too many people. More so how the outlander would freeze and stare at Haco everytime he moved. In this case watching as Haco reached for the big basket of bread and honey jar. The bright blue eyes watching each movement like a predator or hungry wolf. Even stopping chewing the chunk of meat from the soup.

Haco was pointedly ignoring being watched so intently as he cut through the soft, still warm bread and slathered it with the honey. “You can have anything on the table you want, friend. Just as long as it's not on someone else’s plate.”

The outlander looked up sharply at being talked to directly. Spoken to, not at. Those intense blue eyes watching Haco and studying his face. The smaller man’s eyes flicked down to the honey bread.

Haco set a roll between them, just that bit over the unmarked line of where his and the outlander’s space was. Again, Haco was eyed, almost untrusting as the Argenta man reached for another bread bun to dress it the same way, taking a bite and just enjoyed the taste and feel of the honey on a fresh, warm roll.

The Sentinel did not seem to pay attention to the outlander as he snatched the roll. Gave a careful sniff and paused, sniffed again before taking a small bite. Just like he did with the soup, testing it before taking a bigger bite.

At least the outlander was slowing down eating. He seemed a bit calmer now too with just time to eat and watch but not really interact with a lot of people. Haco was happy to take as long as they needed, as much as it took some time for someone to get used to not being in the Pits, but also. Well, it was a nice break for Haco from drills.

Either leading or doing them.

“...be…jay…”

The low voice was almost missed and it took a moment for Haco to realize it came from his right. Coming out in a moment between bites of soup and sweetened roll. In the pause between them, the outlander reached forward to grab at the closest roll of bread. Ripping it in half with a bit more force then he clearly meant to judging by the startled pause.

Haco considered what he heard before trying to speak it. “Bi-Jay?”

The outlander paused, a broth soaked roll stuffed in his mouth. Blinked at Haco, and then he hummed. Once his mouth was clear he spoke aloud again. Still in a low voice, rough from disuse but there under the background sounds. “‘lose ‘nough.”

The accent was very thick, but the outlander ‘Bi’Jay’ had at least learned some Argenta in the pit. Then again, it had been several months since Haco had seen the outlander, a few more since he was found.

“Hi!” a little voice called from behind, Haco saw the outlander coil and was about to react as well before seeing how Bi’Jay locked himself up. Hands gripping the air and the other half of a roll tight enough his knuckles turned colors. The shorter man clearly catching his own reflexes, struggled a bit but he did have some training to not lash out.

Blue eyes wide, he slowly turned to look down at the child that came up behind and now stood between them. The little boy beamed and held up a basket with both hands. Wide enough it was just manageable for the child, but it was also a shallower basket then for the bread basket. “Uncles! I have…sweet for you!”

Haco smiled down at the little white haired boy, giving him a ruffle on the head. “Thank you son, what are the treats?”

“Berry treats!” The boy chirped, paused and then frowned and then tried again, “Berry…tart. Tart!”

“I love tarts.” Haco smiled, carefully picking up two of the little, square shaped pie-like tarts. Looking up as there was a soft humming from the shorter man.

Haco tilted his head but did not miss how the outlander relaxed. The tension in his shoulders visibly easing away as full attention was shifted to the child. Blinking in surprise as he was offered the basket of treats too. Hesitated before gently taking one, and as the basket was still held up, took a second tart.

“Thank you,” Haco said, speaking to the boy but tried to clearly pronounce the words.

“Tha’nk…you…” the outlander said, again his accent was thick but understandable to the boy as well.

“Welcome!” The little boy chirped and toddled off with his basket to the next group of Sentinels farther along in the hall. Determined to finish his task of passing out treats.

Bi’Jay turned, the offerings resting on the edge of his plate. Watching after the child and twitched as if he wanted to go after.

“...did you have a family? Before you fought whatever led you here.” Haco asked softly, and watched without reacting as the outlander snapped back around to face him. The glare was a bit telling, and the low growling sound before turning back to the food. Biting into the squished roll.

That desperate want to not lose any calories or food despite that it was squished by himself.

Haco wondered not for the first time where the outsider, Bi’Jay had come from. Now Haco also wondered what, or who the man lost. Even though it had been clearly broken armor, the outlander was soaked and caked with several types of blood. His skin was still stained with large patches of black and white. Not white really, just no pigmentation like it was sucked out. There were many scars, several that were just hard to see. Haco took a breath, still smelling old blood coming from the outlander.

“When you've had enough, to eat that is,” Haco spoke as he slowly ate the first tart-pie, enjoying the custard and berry filling. “We'll head to one of the bathing rooms. I know I need a clean up but you might feel better, Bi’Jay, after cleaning up too, before seeing the healers.”

“Hmm…” Bi’Jay rumbled, back to watching Haco intently. Then looked down at his empty bowl, paused and reached for the pot of soup in front of the two. Going for a third serving. All things considered, each bowl was not completely filled, and Haco smiled as he noticed that the outlander was notably eating slower at last. This was the second meal they had together, and the Argenta man wondered if Bi’Jay was finally full.

“Ba…bathe?” The low voice asked, the words a bit stunted but he was trying. “Wat…ter?”

“Water for bathing. Cleaning.” Haco tried to explain, pointing to one of the clear glass pitchers of drinking water. Still trying to make sure he spoke clearly himself. “I thought you might like to clean, bathe, yourself instead of the healers doing it.”

Bi’Jay blinked up at Haco, it was a few seconds delayed as he was sorting out what was said. It was impressive how fast he had been picking up Argenta, even if he was not fluent. The outlander turned back to his food, picking up his bowl and sipped at the broth. Haco realized that Bi'Jay didn't get much of the meat this time but the broth and soft, shredded vegetables.

Sounds had Haco looking around the dining hall. He was not the only senior Sentinel to snort at the sounds of the newest recruits. Many voices talking at once as they came in from drills… led by Lord Valen? Haco was impressed they still had energy to walk. Then again Lord Valen might have gone a bit easy on them as his wife was coming in with the wintherin riders sometime today.

Haco sat back, feeling that satisfaction of a nice full stomach but not overeating. “Bi’Jay?”

Blue eyes looked up from carefully rearranging the two tarts and another roll beside his bowl. Watching intently as Haco pointed to the kitchens, and those working there.

“I'm going there, I'll be back Bi’Jay, wait for me?” Haco asked, watching the outlander turn to his right to study the hall, then kitchen. He slowly nodded.

“...waght…wait is… stay?”

“Yes, wait is staying.” Haco smiled as he made sure his clothes were not out of order.

Bi'Jay blinked and then gave a firm nod, turning back to his food. Poking at the pie-tarts again. Gingerly lifting it to nibble on.

Satisfied his charge was going to be safely distracted for a little longer, but also that outlander was calm. Hopefully Haco would not be bitten again for a while, or at least the rest of the day. He walked to the kitchen and picked up one of the older baskets off a table.

“Good afternoon Night Sentinel!” one of the older women said as she looked up, cheerful. “You’re new apprentice has quite the appetite.”

“He really does, it’s like he never saw food, even before the pits.” Haco glanced back, seeing the mostly bare back of Bi’Jay. “I wanted to get some more food for him later. I don’t think he’s going to realize he can come to you here in the kitchens whenever. Could you get some bread, cheese, honey and whatever you think would last the night?”

“Most are in a stunned state for a while after the Pits.” the woman sighed, not hiding that she was not impressed with the Pits still being so active. “Hopefully he can heal in mind, soul and body after so long there. Its been almost a year hasn’t it?”

“At least half,” Haco winced a bit, no one was supposed to be allowed to stay that long. Warriors with completely broken minds were useless, and dangerous. “I’m not going to have him doing much but clean up those wounds and blood. And eat in a way that he’s not a starved wintherin hatchling at every meal.”

“I’ll have something for you once your ready to go,” the woman said as she took the basket, “once you drop off your dishes, come back. Also go see the head women at the baths, Arrita will get you a safe room if you ask- oh dear.”

“Oh dear?” The taller man echoed, and turned at the kitchen worker pointing behind him. Haco sighed as he saw the cluster that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Rookies he could tell by their dress. “Well. I think we’re going to be weeding out some idiots early this training session.”

“They do know he just came from the Pits?” The woman asked, baffled, “His instincts are going to be-”

There was a fast movement as one of the rookies leaned in and reached to snatch at something in front of Bi’Jay. Likely a roll or one of the tarts he was clearly saving. The reaction was almost too fast for anyone to track as the outlander snarled, his hand dropping down and there was a beat. A pause as the horror sank in that this shorter stranger just stabbed a spoon through the bigger man’s hand.

Haco was both very impressed as the fight started and then sighed in resignation. The fight… brawl starting was going to be his responsibility as much as who was their training officer-

And that would be Commander Valen.

Haco groaned, it sounded like the stone table just broke, the woman beside him yipping in surprise.

“Oh they are stupid this year.”

“Seems so,” Haco paused, handed the basket over and started to walk over to the dwindling group.

“Are you going to stop them?”

“Bi’Jay seems to be stopping them pretty well.” Haco tilted his head, thinking, but was starting over, standing up to his full height. Not reaching for the sword on his back as he marched over. Taking a deep breath and made sure to project more than just volume. “NO FIGHTING IN THE DINING HALL YOU WORMS!”

There was a scrabble, the recroots on the outer edge of the group tried to snap up and to attention. Only they turned their back to the threat and were promptly grabbed and slammed down to the ground. The fight was over by the time Haco got back, pausing at the edge of those wheezing or groaning on the ground. Scanning over the assorted injuries.

At least they were not fatal.

Haco sighed and looked up at Bi’Jay, who was standing still now in the middle of the brawl. Staring blankly into space, not seeming to see Haco or the other Sentinels. Haco waved a warning at his brothers to not get too close, but they were smart enough to not startle a Pit survivor.

It took a half minute before Bi’Jay blinked and looked around confused, looking up. “...hah’co?”

“Right here little brother,” Haco said, paused and added, “Can you get free without stepping on anyone?”

Bi'Jay blinked and looked around, as if confused by what happened. Blinked slowly before deftly jumping from a standstill to the bench he had been sitting on before, then just walked over the table to the other side. Pausing to stare at the Argenta he was briefly eye level with standings on the other side. It was a senior Sentinel like Haco though, who knew better than to do more than humming and motioning to the side, away from the mess. She knew better than to trigger flared fight-for-raw-survival instincts and reflexes.

The outlander paused after stepping down, turned and reached over the table to get the one surviving pie-tart. Only to make an alarmed sound as his hands spazzimed and broke it. The alarmed look on Bi'Jay for the first time almost had Haco breaking his discipline. That look that was just shy of deviation at losing the treat more than being upset about the fight.

Captain Milla chuckled beside the Outlander, getting a fast look. She motioned to one side, an area that was clear, “Go sit over there, you can get another tart while we sort this out.”

Bi'Jay was giving her an untrusting look as he stood.

“You didn't start the fight little brother.” Haco reassured, speaking clearly. “Go find a spot to sit, I'll be there in a few minutes.”

“And you did not finish it with death.” Milla seemed impressed, not moving as the outlander slowly walked away. Tense as he was clearly expecting to be beaten, but also was not going to miss the opportunity to get away and found a spot well away from anyone to sit. Bi'Jay paused and grabbed at some cooled bread making a surprised sound at finding the jars in the basket of honey and jams inside.

He did not know there was more than the honey in these baskets!

Bi'Jay hunched over the full basket protectively, but he was surprisingly left alone as the Sentinels were dealing with the leftovers of the brawl. This was his new treat. No one else was allowed to have it.

#omie's writing #doom fanfiction #doom slayer #doomguy #garnets story #Argent D'nur time #Doom Night Sentinels #that's his bread basket now

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s3a-s1ug · 2 years ago

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Enkivaldr confession scenario part two

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You can read part one here

It took Enki a while to even process the fact that someone confessed their feelings to him- HIM!? Let’s say he never really thought this would happen to him. Let alone it all coming from Ragnvaldr- the brute- the outlander- the northerner!! They were practically opposites!! But he couldn’t deny that he did feel… comfortable with him

The next two days consisted of Enki trying to avoid any form of contact with Ragnvaldr out of sheer embarrassment and dare I even say shyness. Enki was stuck- how does he even reciprocate these feelings? He’s not sure he can even show the right amount of affection because of his naturally cold nature.

Meanwhile Ragnvaldr is kind of a mess. He straight up thinks Enki is ignoring him on purpose- ‘gods what if Enki really hates me…’

He goes outside to clear his head and sits beside a tree ‘…I must seem like a fool…’

He closed his eyes and sighed as he relaxed against the tree, taking in the sound of nature

But then he heard the sound of grass being pressed on just by the other side of the tree. Someone sitting down?

He opened his eyes and moved his head ever so slightly to get a peek at whoever was on the other side of the tree.

Long light hair draped down to the ground, sharp green gloves pressing against the grass. Enki.

They both sat in silence at opposite sides of the tree for what seemed like a while until Enki cleared his throat

“Ragnvaldr of Oldegård… I have considered your- confession…”

“Oh…ja…”

‘Well this is it’ Ragnvaldr thought ‘I just hope he isn’t too harsh about turning me down’

“…and I believe I- reciprocate those…feelings…”

‘Wait…what..?’ Ragnvaldrs thought, his mind starting to run. He nudged slightly over to the other side of the tree

“Spending my time with you has been…different. I’ve felt different. Even if you are just a brute- you make me feel…uhm…appreciated”

The backhanded compliment brought a smile to Ragnvaldr’s face

Enki nudged closer

“…… but I do warn that I may not be able to… show as much affection… as you might show to me- I suppose I’m just- not used to it…”

Enki’s voice was trailing off a bit. Not sure how or what to even say. They both were now almost touching shoulders until Ragnvaldr took one of Enki’s gloved hands with both of his own

“Enki… I promise you this…”

He squeezed Enki’s hand and leaned closer

“I will be there for you and with you every step of the way. You already make me feel so appreciated and when I’m in your company I feel at home. And I will make sure you feel the same way as I do you with you…”

Enki looked at Ragnvaldr being struck with some odd emotion he’s never felt before.

“...Jag lovar”

Their faces were nearly inches apart. Ragnvaldr leaned in more and…

…hugged him..? Tightly.

What a warm embrace. Enki truly felt comfortable, appreciated… loved.

At least for the first three seconds due to him feeling his own bones being squeezed

“Gh! A-alright… brute- gh -…t-tight-!”

“åh! ursäkta!”

He quickly let go of Enki and chuckled.

Enki sort of missed the warmth of his embrace but then Ragnvaldr placed a hand on top of Enki’s. Both of them starting to relax as they listen to the ambiance of nature. Comfortable in each other’s presence

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Hope you guys enjoy my first finished fic!! I had so much fun writing this jsksjsjks

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#fear and hunger ragnvaldr #fear and hunger #funger #fear and hunger enki #enki ankarian #ragnvaldr #fear and hunger termina #gaming #horror games #rpg #f&h #f&h enki #f&h ragnvaldr

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nellie-elizabeth · 2 months ago

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Outlander: Written in My Own Heart's Blood (7x15)

A pretty solid and exciting installment!

Cons:

Obviously this show hovers on the edge of being cheesy a lot of the time, and honestly I wish that we'd be trusted as viewers a bit more to feel the love and connection between Jamie and Claire, without the weird flashbacks where they're stargazing? It just felt a little hammy to me, like maybe they could have gone a little more subtle with some of the conversations about life and death and war and whatnot. I know a lot of this is material listed from the book, but even so, it took me out of the emotions a little bit. These performers are strong enough for me to feel the depth of what's happening just looking at their faces, we don't need to gild the lily here!

In the books, there's a hidden compartment in the desk drawer at Lallybroch that Brianna and Roger both know about, and Roger hides his letter to Bree there. The way they did it here was just to have him lay it in an empty drawer, which I thought was a little silly? Like, the idea is that it's ambiguous. That letter was already there when Bree and Roger bought Lallybroch in the 20th century, or at least it could have been, and they were just destined never to find it until the circumstances tracked.

Pros:

Starting in subplot news, I really like the relationship between Buck and Roger. It's so sweet that Buck is willing to help Roger, that he considers him, even through all the strangeness of the situation, to be his family. And it makes sense that he'd be alarmed and upset when learning that he actually came face to face with his parents and Roger didn't tell him, but Roger's reasoning makes sense too. They don't have a lot of information about how this time travel stuff works, and what if they mess something up? It was so sweet that Buck wrote a note to Geillis, even though obviously that's not a mother-son relationship destined to happen for real.

Then you've got John and Ian going off to save William. This was a fun team-up, and the action sequence was appropriately intense. It was funny to watch John get off two perfect head shots in a row, but I guess we can say that he's just that bad-ass. And the tension here between father and son is delicious, where you have William (understandably) grateful that John is here to save him from being killed, but the second they're somewhere free and safe, he's back to being furious and heartbroken that John lied to him his whole life about his parentage. There was something so horrifyingly funny about John going on about what a good and brave man Jamie Fraser is, all while still wearing the eye-patch that Jamie necessitated with his violence! Oof. John's got it bad, and it's so very twisted.

Ian, in other news, doubles back to murder the man who had captured William, after at first showing him mercy. We obviously know that he wanted to spare his life for Rachel's sake, but that he decided he'd regret letting a man with malicious intentions go free. I feel for Ian in this situation, but he is who he is, and this is war. Rachel earlier talking to Claire was worried that Ian would hesitate for her sake and be killed, and that she'd be left alone with her principles. The last thing this young couple needs is another vengeful man coming after them...

And then in the main plot, we've got a lot of portentous buildup to Jamie potentially getting hurt as he goes off to fight in this great battle! Claire is at a field hospital helping the wounded, and gets into a conflict with the male doctor overseeing things there. He is at first dismissive and hostile of Claire's expertise, but by the end, after seeing her save a man's life who he would have been forced to leave for dead, he gains a respect and admiration for her. I like that this dude was full of himself and kind of an ass, but he also wasn't cartoonishly evil. He was put off by something he didn't expect or understand, but he did actually allow himself to come around.

The buildup to Claire being shot was a bit heavy-handed, and I thought the cheesy flashbacks to the stargazing could have been handled with more finesse, as I mentioned above. But, I still thought this was wonderfully suspenseful and dramatic! Lots of incredible acting from these performers, with Jamie in such a profound terror over losing Claire. The writing his resignation on the orderly's back with Claire's blood thing is SO DRAMATIQUE but I'm kind of obsessed with it. A similar thing does happen in the books, although I can't remember if he wrote it actually on a dude's back like that?

I feel like I don't have a ton to say here because it's all going to come down to the fallout of this event in the next episode. But we see Claire in immense pain and also aware of her condition and her bad chances, we see Denzel steel himself for a nearly impossible task, and we see Jamie about as terrified as we've ever seen him. The finale is going to be juicy in all sorts of ways!

8/10

#review #outlander #outlander review

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dinthoqaf · 3 months ago

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Secret Father's Winter (Secret Santa)

A bit of an OOC post, but for the last few years I've always tried to make it a point to take a break from story to do something to try to bring people together, to help people forget the stresses of every day life, to forget how things are, to sometimes even ease RP stress when stories get hard. So this year, like I've done for the last 6 or so, we hosted a Holiday party and while it was small, it was great getting to see people scramble to find the perfect gift for the name they received to gift something to. I got to watch a character IC cry because they got an Elekk Plushie that they'd always wanted, and others got creepy, fun toys to play with. I got to watch a Father Winter impersonator get a huge new axe he never had before, too. I got to watch folks get mats, mounts, battle pets, and mogs, and I got to watch someone gift a whole bunch of food/grey items that were hard to get to someone else who liked Outlands content. Being a GM is often a fairly thankless job and when you mess up, we get hit for it, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I tell my guild pretty routinely that I've been blessed with the people I get to write with and I mean that. So, if you're one of those folks who GM too, don't forget to let your people know how much you appreciate having them around. Sometimes it means the world to your members to hear you like having them around. ... even if they want your character to dance to things they'd never dance to... (lol)

#sotf #WoW #GuildMaster #oc rp

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tinysweetnight · 1 year ago

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Thinking about it. Might as well do a world-building updates once in a while, just talking.

So what’s TinySweetNight up too? Let me tell you about it in small bullet lists containing updates about each world I have (if can be applied).

Vivarium

Newest world-building project to date. I seriously haven’t actually created a world I plan to stick with since STC and Pantheon like.. 4 years ago? I think Pantheon might be older but that is debatable if you go by which has the oldest character.

This world is like a perfect balance of interests for me personally, it’s an alchemist steampunk world that has almost like a Jim Henson crossed with treasure planet vibe. Homunculi, stained glass windows, bright open skies, and a bit of evil science.

First time I am experimenting with standard fantasy races like Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, etc.

I’ll have to dedicate a post solely for this because it’ll take me a while to explain the magic system here.

Pantheon

Everyone gets animal hands!!! And also an animal form unless your Calypso. I think this ties things better than having very strange specific rules about everything, this is supposed to be fairytale-like. Plus I should make the gods stronger.

Maybe removing Kostas and Aegeus. I love those suckers but, again, they make things too overly complicated and their influence has only been in backstory stuff, never in the main story- besides from a small one-off story with Mars, heir to Alynth. But I think I can remove them if I just say magic is just a bitch like that, monsters are might be Locke’s fault since he’s the god of magic. (But oh, Aegeus banter headcanons are so so funny) I would also have to figure out a different skill set for Charis if I do remove them.

Hydra finally got a title, aka what they were supposed to be the god of. Judgement!

Maverick is still not a catboy and never will be a catboy.

STC

Honestly, still pretty burnt out from this. Everything doesn’t seem.. good. Too edgy. Maybe I’m growing out of aahhhh blood, gore, fun spooks, etc. That usually doesn’t bother me as I’m a fan of campy slashers, but all the time it feels like the characters aren’t acting right. I can’t get them right when I think about them or plan anything with them, especially pertaining to Zstlo. There’s too much I want him to be but it’s all conflicting.

Maybe there is too much stuff going on in the STC, but that’s the point since it’s my sandbox do what I want, I’m not limiting myself to rules world. I have been thinking of boxing storylines into named stories so I can better manage everything.

But there is also the side that everyone else.. seems to like it way more than me. Maybe because I interact with people way more about it, and I found that people seem to like it way more than Pantheon because you get these crazy cool ideas, the setting itself is awesome, and the characters I come up with are cool in concept. But idk. I wish Pantheon or I hope Vivarium gets the same attention. Maybe it’s because Pantheon is more of a story than a setting other people can mess around in. Idk how Vivarium will turn out.

Outlander that is physically apart of the STC and rips open reality.

WhatsMyFace? Added.

Shepard got edgier but same problem as Zstlo.

#tinysweet talks #this kinda turned into a rant at points #worldbuilding

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the-endless-traveler · 5 months ago

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FFXIV Write 2024 #24 - Bar

More often than not, people within Shaaloani would ask me the same question when I mention my home in those parts. "How did an outlander managed to get a hold on an old joint?" That story is as fun as it gets, and I admit I never get old sharing that adventure and my early days in Tural. It all started when I got my hunting and travel permit from the old Dawnservant, three years ago.

At the time, I was already known amongst Vipers as someone who would hunt anything as long as it was a paid work, and this fact did not changed. Pay me, and my blades are yours... unless you try to cross me. I hunt, crimes is not in my alley. This is how it started. A crew of "treasure hunters" hired me to clean off an old ruin in Shaaloani, nicknaming themselves "the Sandchasers". A peculiar group that sounded and looked more like common bandits than treasure seekers, but I went along for now. They offered a part of their loot as pay and an early bonus from the start, it would have been folly to refuse... and I must admit my pockets were a bit empty at the moment.

And so, we made road to the mentioned ruin, a place unexplored even by the tribes littering Xak Tural. Whatever was hiding in those buildings could be dated from a time where the Yok Huy were rulers of this land, of even earlier, according to one of the people who hired me. How come someone versed in history ended being a mere treasure hunter, I wondered, but the question did not went in the table until we settled a campfire at the entrance of the ruin. They asked about my story, and so we shared a tradition of my clan.

"One who shares its saga shall do with pleasure, but for a story told, another shall follow."

The Sandchasers were indeed bandits, at first. People who were stranded on Tural, snuck in Shaaloani and lived off the pockets of others, and often caught by the Dustwatch without a stop by the bar and without enjoying their freshly caught pel. They decided to have a change of pace and see if an old ruin could bring them a better reputation, using their knowledge for better than snatching pockets. One knew of Tural history, another was an unsuccesful hunter. Each of them had skills who were useful in their own way, but not enough for the daily life of Tural... Then I had an idea.

We never went into that ruin. Instead, one of the Chasers lead us to an abandoned saloon at the fringes of Shaaloani, further past the old ruin and its mysteries. According to her, it was a family heirloom they never had the chance to restore, and they never really wanted it to begin with. Yet, with their choice to change path while it wasn't too late, restoring that old joint would be a first step towards a better life, and we went to work. Days, weeks even passed until we managed to restore that old saloon into a more respectable place. As we finished, she decided to give that old building to me as thanks... and also offered to work here too. More surprises. She was a barmaid in a saloon until she beat up the owner to a pulp after he was wildly inappropriate with her, and was roaming the sands since. Indeed, she gave me an idea...

And this is how I became Rayne, the Sandchaser's leader and owner of a saloon somewhere in Shaaloani. I still own it, and they still work for me to this day. We offer bandits a second chance, and if they waste it, they are hunted like any other prey. More often than not, they fail to seize their chance and try to turn the Sandchaser against Shaaloani or even me...

... But nobody with sense would mess with a resting predator, right?

#writing #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxivwrite2024

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devilsrecreation · 10 months ago

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Thinking about my Outlands spinoff idea again and the black monsters (or “two-leggers” as everyone likes to call them) are EASILY the biggest threat to the Outlanders since they represent poaching and other illegal activities involving wildlife. So I thought I’d make a list of times the Outlanders (feat Makuu) had run-ins with them

Disaimer: TW for mentioned animal death and implied darker themes

- Chungu, Cheezi, Goioi, Tamka, and Nduli being kidnapped one by one to be sold to zoos. I’m not gonna go into TOO much detail about their time as prisoners since I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but let’s just say it’s not fun

- I will say that Cheezi goes absolutely APESHIT the minute one of their captors messes with Nduli. The rest are mad enough but Cheezi goes feral

- Jasiri, Janja, Reirei, Kiburi, and Sumu battling the same poachers who took their friends (and winning, courtesy of Sumu stinging them so everyone could get away)

- I know I said Sumu’s mom, Nge, was dead by that time, but I wanna give Sumu more of a happy ending. Instead, she’s miraculously alive as a wild caught pet used for scare. The most they did is clip her stinger off so she won’t kill anyone. It’s okay though cuz not only does Sumu help her escape, but he promises to hunt some food for her like a good son :)

- Njano and Hodari getting kidnapped to be a part of The Reptile Pet Trade

- As stated before, Makuu, Kiburi, Kenge, Shupavu, and Kinyonga distract/attack the poachers while Hodari and Njano make a run for it

- Hodari also helps other animals escape in the process :)

- While being trapped, Njano begins to suffer from zoonosis (it fortunately wears off the minute the cage is open but it still freaks Hodari out)

- Remember how I said that Kenge and Hodari teamed up to save Makuu and Kiburi once? I like to think the poachers are to blame for that. They don’t fight the monsters this time (as helping their croc friends is more important), but I like to think one of them makes eye contact with Kenge and Kenge manages to scare them off

- Kujivunia dies at the hands of the poachers. She knew they were bad news so she told Makuu (who was probably a teen at the time) to get Pua, but when they came back, it was too late

- Kiburi and Ucheshi end up fighting back to back to fend them off as part of their Trail to Udugu

- I have a feeling they would be the antagonists in “Kifamilia Means Family”. They’d see Chungu all alone and try to capture him in order to be given to a shitty zoo.

- I like to think Chungu would be oblivious at first, but throughout the story, he learns the dangers of the two-leggers and actively tries to avoid them while on his quest

- Bonus if, like Kion with the Season 3 villains, Chungu is the reason the poachers became a threat in the first place since he inadvertently leads them to the Outlands

#i know humans don’t exist in the tlk universe so i made them monsters #still keeping all these pretty tame since i honestly can’t stand poaching #these could be really good fanfics honestly #also giving makuu some trauma while i’m at it #drawing the line on how they get kujivunia tho #though i think njano briefly getting zoonosis is the darkest hc i have #tlg outlanders #the lion guard

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spoilertv · 1 year ago

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#SpoilerTV

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trickstarbrave · 2 years ago

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#No but teally

#I'm obsessed with the idea of Dagoth Ur having enough of Voryn left in him that he actually puts the Nerevarine at his side

#All this time. All the people who would use them (the Empire. The Great Houses

#Even Vivec and Almalexia)

#And then there's Dagoth Ur. Every part of Voryn's existence pushed to it's extreme

#And while he sends dream after dream beckoning the Nerevarine to join him at Red Mountain

#(the first dream being a literal wedding)

#When the Nerevarine finally appears... He tries to kill them

#But if everypart of Voryn was at its extreme then the loyalty to Neht would be too. And I think he'd be obsessed with getting Neht back

#No matter if its even the same person. In his three mad eyes. It's his Nerevar

#And again. After all these people pushing them to be something or serve them in some way...

#Why wouldn't the Nerevarine join Dagoth?

#What do they have to lose? The Empire used them like a puppet. The people of Morrowind hate them for being an Outlander.

#The Ashlanders. Even those who know the full prophecy. Despise the fact the Nerevarine is an Outlander.

#All While Dagoth Ur has tried to make them join him at his side from day one.

#What could Vivec do? They've spent centuries killing anyone who may be an Incarnate and hangs death over thier own people

#Ayem only wants to rule. Be loved. And be a God

#She and Vivec would both kill the Nerevarine when they were no longer useful.

#Dagoth sais what he wants. For the Nerevarine to come to him. In his flesh and of his flesh

#Apologies for the rant in the tags but I've been obsessed with the idea of Love Mad Dagoth for years!

i can say objectively that dagoth ur is a bad guy with bad plans and is literally a violent nationalist but i also love this take tbh. it’s a fun lil messed up idea and i love a fucked up little romance with an undead god

i did this dagoth ur picture for @nerevar-quote-and-star‘s pinup challenge only for my wife to tell me 75% way through the picture that this is in fact not a pin up. so.

this is all i got

maybe on another prompt ill get it right 😔 oh well

anyways if the ash vampires dont drink blood why are they called vampires???? false advertising. let dagoth ur drink some blood

#im weak to bad guys okay #vivec screaming begging the nerevarine not to text their toxic ex back

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blissfullyapillow · 2 years ago

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Angel with a Shotgun

Wanderer x female reader

wc: 3,158

Notes: Yet another fic with my oc in mind but it reads like an x reader (I’ve been inspired what can I say lol), speaking of inspired this was inspired by the song Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab (specifically the nightcore version), fun fluff with the reader constantly threatening the Traveler (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

Back to Masterlist A

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Ehehe, Paimon believes that Paimon’s miles better than- Traveler, who’s that?” Paimon shrieks as she hides behind the traveler.

Huh. That’s not the reaction I expected, but I’m not surprised by it.

I am approaching them as I wield my sword after all.

I thought our first meeting would be different, and nothing like this. But I know what I must do. “Traveler. You have crossed a line that should never be crossed. The Wanderer…” I trail off, the venom in my voice creating a tense atmosphere.

The Traveler steps back slightly, shielding Paimon from me. I don’t give them a moment to ponder my words before I’m lunging forward with my drawn sword. The Traveler manages to parry my blow, but I manage to cut off a small strand of their hair.

I grasp the strand and hold it in my open palm, smirking all the while as I ignore Paimon’s frightened squeals.

“Funny, I thought you were a person of many titles. ‘The Honorary Knight.’” Our blades run along each other as my sharp blade attempts to slice through their neck.

“The Captain of the Watatsumi Island Special Operations Unit.” With a grunt I lower myself to the ground and swipe beneath the Traveler’s feet. with my agile one’s. They dodge my first foot, but they trip over the second one that makes a swift follow up. They fall to the ground, but before my blade can slam down on them they’re quick to roll over.

I groan when they use the element of geo to knock me down from behind, but I quickly recover with the assistance of the wind. “The Outlander.” I encase the Traveler and I in a circle of Ice, the pointy edges almost piercing Paimon. That’s when the Traveler’s eyes truly darken, and a sadistic smile makes it way onto my lips.

“The First Sage of Buer.” The Traveler’s eyes widen and they falter for a moment at my words, and I take the opportunity to freeze a slippery path below their feet. Paimon yells for the Traveler to watch out, but it’s too late.

They’ve already fallen into my trap.

I never cared for Signora, but I mimic her technique as I enclose the Traveler’s feet where they stand. The strong gust of wind I’m summoning has Paimon struggling to stay in our enclosed arena as I make my way over to the struggling Traveler.

They’ve grown stronger from their experiences in previous nations so I can’t underestimate them; it won’t be long before they break free from my icy prison. I can’t help but chuckle when I realize they’re using a similar method to the Anemo Archon to escape the ice.

The Traveler uses the wind and earth to chip away at the block of ice encapsulating their feet. Unfortunately for them, my resolve won’t yield so easily. “You should’ve kept to yourself; stop butting your head in place it doesn’t belong. The Wanderer is not an individual to be messed with, and neither am I. If you ever lay a hand on him again, I will not be so merciful. Maybe I should give you a demonstration of what’s in store if you dare to play with magic.” I don’t wait for a response as my blade slashes down to scar the Traveler’s arm. Paimon’s scream is as piercing as the beginnings of frostbite that nip at the tips of my fingers.

My blade stops mere millimeters from my target.

How frustrating.

My blade is stopped by a hand and a strong gust of wind, and I look up to come face to face with the man I’m currently fighting for.

My entire demeanor shifts as my eyes light up and my heart pounds loudly with joy in my ears. “Wanderer!!” I engulf him in a hug, and he grunts. “What did I tell you about attacking people over stupid rumors you hear about me!?” Wanderer scolds me harshly and he wacks the back of my head.

I let out a cry of dismay before I pull away enough to stare into his eyes. The ice around us ceremoniously breaks and the wind slows to a calm, soothing breeze. A beautiful flurry of snow now surrounds us, and Paimon flies over to the Traveler to check up on them as the ice encapsulating their foot finally breaks.

“But- but this time they said you died!! They said the Traveler successfully put an end to-“ “Don’t listen to rumors you dimwit!” Wanderer wacks me again before he pulls me roughly against him.

I sniffle as he soothingly smoothes my hair back. I feel more than hear him chuckle as Paimon screams at the both of us. “Tell that small floating child to shut up. They’re giving me a headache.” Wanderer bursts into raucous laughter at my words while the Traveler sounds unamused and quite angry.

“Rest now. I’ll explain the situation for you, but don’t get your hopes up.” I allow myself to finally relax knowing Wanderer is actually safe and not deceased like I previously thought he was.

The last thing I feel are his soft lips against the crown of my head.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“And that’s the gist of it. So? How do you feel? You almost lost something valuable to someone of extraordinary power, yet all you can do is stand there with that dumb look on your face.” Paimon’s loud voice wakes me up from my restful nap, and I stir as the unconscious world fades from my mind.

Damn. I was having a good dream too.

“You’re being too loud.” Wanderer scolds Paimon as I shift in his arms. Paimon continues shouting nonetheless, and I fully wake up with a disarming yawn. My blurry eyes finally focus and the Traveler and Paimon’s annoyed expressions are the first thing to greet me.

“What?” I ask. “What do you mean, what!?” Paimon asks incredulously. “Well, I told them the basics. You really need to stop acting so irrationally when things concern me, Y/n.” Wanderer’s words are rough yet sincere, and I know he’s right. With a sigh I remove myself from his arms to stand and bow before the Traveler. “I apologize for attacking you based on false rumors, but if you so much as try to lay a hand on Wanderer I-“

WHACK!

“I apologize.” “That’s better.” I refuse to rub my head even though Wanderer’s smack left a stinging sensation.

“THIS GIRL IS RIDICULOUS!” Paimon screeches.

“Everyone, calm down and try to understand where the other is coming from.” Wanderer’s blunt words cause my lips to quirk up into a blatantly smug expression. “Oh? That’s surprisingly reasonable coming from you.” I taunt Wanderer. His eyes burn holes into mine, and I send a flirtatious wink in his direction.

He returns to stand by my side from his previous position, and he huffs as his hand purposefully bumps against mine in a silent question. I intertwine our hands in a comforting answer. “Huh, it looks like I wasn’t the only one who missed the other.” I muse.

I take joy in Wanderer’s flushed cheeks and annoyed expression that acts as a face to mask the bashful feelings that lie underneath.

Paimon looks so flabbergasted it causes me to laugh. She sputters as she tries to find the accurate words to say that truly expresses her exasperation with Wanderer and I. In the end all she does is stay silent, for once, as she turns to the Traveler to take the lead.

“Ah, that’s more like it. Thanks Paimon. Traveler, I apologize. I have nothing against you personally, but I owe many things to Wanderer. He’s special to me in a way no one else ever will be. Anyone who wishes or inflicts harm upon him will meet a fate worse than death, by my own hand.” I spit out the last sentence and Wanderer gives my hand a squeeze in warning. The traveler quirks a brow at my words, but they continue to remain silent.

A beat of silence passes before the Traveler finally speaks up, “Okay. I don’t completely understand.. everything, but I can see you don’t personally have any ill intent against me. You just seem to be very stubborn.” I guffaw at the Traveler’s words as Wanderer laughs. “That’s the perfect description for her.” He dodges my elbow, and before we know it the tense atmosphere is broken as Paimon fails to hold back a delighted giggle.

“Paimon’s still angry with you, but if you buy Paimon food she’ll forgive you!” I chuckle at Paimon’s words. “Okay, how do you feel about sticky honey roast?” I tease. Paimon gasps before adamantly agreeing to my proposal.

I don’t miss the way the Traveler’s gaze follows me with evident concern in their eyes.

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Once everyone is full from the good food the atmosphere is much lighter, and everyone finally relaxes their tense body language.

“So, how do you two know each other? Paimon’s never seen the Wanderer so… so…” Paimon fails to think of a sufficient word to describe his current demeanor. “Docile?” I jest. Paimon laughs, in agreement with my suggestion, and the Wanderer scoffs.

“Anyway, you seem to know a lot about me. Why’s that?” The Traveler doesn’t beat around the bush. Wanderer also looks a bit curious as he waits for my response. “That’s on a need to know basis and you don’t need to know.” My words cause the once cheerful atmosphere to become tense yet again, but my fit of giggles is quick to dispel the atmosphere. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Gosh you should’ve seen your face!” I laugh and motion towards the Traveler’s now dumbstruck expression.

“I’ve seen you around. I’ve been to every nation of Teyvat, and I often see you around and am privy to all the rumors surrounding you. That’s how I know about all your endeavors.” I surmise. The Traveler elaborates on their question by saying, “But that doesn’t explain how you know about me being the first sage of-“ “Paimon, how’s the sticky honey roast?” “Mmmm, Paimon loves it! Y/n’s a good cook Traveler!” Paimon gulfs down another serving of Sticky Honey Roast, and I can’t help but softly smile at the scene.

When I look at Traveler our eyes meet. They study me for a moment before changing the subject. Whatever they saw in my eyes must’ve quelled their worries enough to dismiss their unanswered question.

It’s not like they aren’t used to unanswered questions anyway.

“Y/n has always been like that. Quick to anger with matters involving me. It began a few months after our meeting….” Wanderer trails off, and I recall the time I destroyed an entire treasure hoarder camp after we were both caught by surprise and Scaramouche took a hit intended for me, which resulted in him needing repairs by the doctor.

Ugh, the doctor.

“I hate that Doctor.” I grumble under my breath. Wanderer snorts and the Traveler’s eyes shoot in my direction. “You know the doctor?” Traveler asks, clearly fishing for information. “I said that doctor, not the doctor. There’s clearly a word difference there.” I smirk at their now furrowed brows. “I see why you two get along now.” A beat passes before I double over in laughter. “She’s usually more friendly. You two just got off on the wrong foot.” “The wrong foot? That ‘foot’ was more like a sword!” As the others bicker I calm myself down enough to speak.

“We’ll definitely be seeing more of each other in the future. Then, you can make your own judgment of me. You can decide whether I’m someone you’d like to keep around by your own means. As long as you don’t hurt the one’s dear to my heart, I see no reason as to why we can’t get along.” I extend my hand towards the Traveler to shake after my little monologue, and I feel satisfied when they only take a moment of hesitance before shaking my hand.

“Alright. It’s a deal.” “Great! Now, Paimon’s eating the Traveler’s share of food!” The Traveler maneuvers their plate of food around Paimon as Paimon attempts to eat their share of food, and I giggle at the scene before me. “How gluttonous.” I hear Wanderer murmur under his breath.

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Once Paimon and the Traveler give Wanderer and I time to “catch up,” it’s silent.

but it’s a comfortable silence.

I blissfully sigh as I sip the last few drops of tea remaining in my cup. This tea tastes especially good since Wanderer was the one who brewed the cup of tea for me.

I smirk as I recall the other’s flabbergasted expressions since he only brewed one cup.

“You really are…” I turn to study Wanderer’s conflicted face as he tries to articulate the message he wishes to convey. I sit in silence as I patiently wait for him to voice his thoughts.

It’s funny since I’m not a very patient person, but for him I’m effortlessly patient.

“You really are something, huh? Stop.. worryingmelikethisdumbassyou-“ He coughs into his fist, his words coming out jumbled together and rushed.

I understand the meaning behind them regardless.

A goofy smile presents itself on my face, and I don’t dare hide it from him. He notices my expression, and it seems to give him the courage he needs to continue speaking. He takes a few deep breaths before he continues. “You may make an enemy of the wrong person one day. I… appreciate your loyalty and sincerity, but stop being a blockhead and rushing into things! Especially when it’s for my sake, you moron.” I predict his movements and dodge his swing this time around.

He looks visibly aghast that I predicted his movements. He comically glances at his hand as I reply, “Honestly Wanderer, when we first met I found you interesting. I don’t know what it was, but I was undeniably attracted to you. I think it was your energy? Like, I could tell you may not be a… ahem, pleasant, person to be around..” I shoot a glance in his direction. I admire the scowl he sports on his lovely lips. “But I had a gut feeling that there was more to you than what meets the eye; I just knew there was something.. inherently good about you beneath the surface. Call me a naive fool- wait no, don’t actually do it because I know you will!” I thankfully say that right as he opens his mouth to do just as I had said. He reluctantly shuts his mouth as he rolls his eyes. “Go on, before I change my mind.” He grumbles more to himself than me.

I feel a sense of nostalgia as I remember when the man before me went by the name of Scaramouche instead of Wanderer. “Anyway, I’m glad I followed my heart and basically forced my way into your life. We all know we wouldn’t be here together like this if I didn’t.” I giggle when he opens his mouth to deny what I said, but yet again shuts his mouth moments later.

“I guess what I’m trying to say with my long winded speech is…” I suddenly turn around to fully face him, and I engulf both of his hands within my own.

I feel my eyes prick with unshed tears as I recall a time I’ve done this before. “After learning about your past…” I close my eyes and recall the day of our reunion, the day the man who no longer referred to himself as Scaramouche finally confided in me. I was beyond grateful and really touched. He isn’t the type of person to tell someone something so personal of his own accord, and it makes my heart swell with my pride knowing I’m the only one he’s ever told.

“It’s clear to me that you’re not just a puppet. You’re someone with feelings; you have a heart. You may not be the best at expressing said feelings..” I snort when he crinkles his nose and his face conveys absolute disgust at my sincere words. “But just like anyone else in this world you deserve to be happy and to be loved. Others may not agree, and that’s okay. I’ve never cared for what others think. You are all that I adore, and if love is what you need, a soldier I will be. I know you have your own baggage to carry and your sins weigh heavily upon your conscience, so let me help you stand up tall and carry that burden. You don’t have to wander alone. …Although we all know you’re more than capable of loving yourself, if you’ll let me, I’d like to love you too.” I squeeze my eyes shut as my chest rapidly rises and falls with panicked breaths.

It took a lot of courage for me to say all of this to him. I hope he doesn’t misunderstand me and think I’m jumping to conclusions. Maybe I am. I hope he doesn’t hate me for it. “Wanderer, I-“ My words are cut off by a surprisingly soft pair of lips against my own. I jump in surprise, then immediately feel embarrassed that I did. A cold hand rests against my cheek, and as I lean against it his lips retract from mine.

I look into his eyes, and all the words he needs to say are found within the depths of his irises. “You’re an angel in this abysmal hell.” His breath fans over me, and I can’t contain my smirk.

“Can I say it? Just this once?” I prompt. His eyes narrow as he knows where this is going. “We’re in the middle of having a sentimental moment and you choose now of all times to be like this?” “I’m not hearing a nooo…” “No.” “But Wanderer it’s literally the title of the fic-“ “I said no.” I let out a dejected sigh and concede with grace.

“Okay…” I mumble. Wanderer blinks at me with a blank expression.

Once.

Twice.

Then full belly laughter erupts from him as he throws his head back and covers his beautiful smile. I quickly reach a hand out to grasp the hand covering his expression of happiness in mine, and he weakly fights against me as his melodious laughter blesses my ears.

“Is that the Wanderer!?” I can hear Paimon’s loud voice outside the door as the Traveler hushes them.

I knew they were eavesdropping. I’ll have to lecture them on the importance of privacy later.

For now, I relish in the alluring sight before me as I feel a peaceful veil of comfort envelop me. This is the happiest I’ve ever seen you since we parted ways on that snowy night.

I know he’ll scold me for thinking this way, but I can’t help but feel that our fates have been intertwined.

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