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scekrex · 6 months ago

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Could you write Adam x reader where they were rivals in Heaven for a few centuries (with an unspoken attraction), but then reader pissed off Sera and he was cast down into Hell. Adam freaks out and when he eventually learns what happened, he goes down into hell to look for the reader?

Okay so the beef/rivalry going on is band related, Reader is - just like Adam - a lead singer.

Part 2

A bloody nose and two bleeding hearts

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, canon typical violence

note: beta read by @drxgonspine

When you opened the door to the studio and spotted Adam and his band mates, something inside of you snapped. You felt your blood boiling, your hands clenched into fists and rage and anger grew in your stomach. What in the name of God was he doing there?

“What the fuck?” you exclaimed, causing the brunette to turn around to face you. The confused expression on his face turned into a smug grin the second his cocky golden eyes met yours. “Move your bitchy asses outta here right fucking now,” you yelled at Adam and his mates, putting your bass guitar down. The brunette across the room crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head as he did so. He was not seriously disagreeing with you right now, was he?

“Dude, what are you- oh,” one of your band mates walked up behind you, wondering why you were so loud, but once he spotted Adam he knew why. The first man and you weren’t exactly on good terms - actually scratch that because that’s an understatement. You hated his guts and he hated yours. It had been like this for what? Two hundred years? Yeah, something like that. He wasn’t fond of the fact that his band wasn’t the only popular rock band anymore and you disliked how he always acted all high and mighty just because God had created him first. It wasn’t even his achievement, if anything it was God’s place to be proud of creating Adam - but the first man’s ego was huge, way bigger than his body. He was so full of himself that he decided to block the studio you had booked for that day. Your band’s name was on the schedule, not his and yet it was Adam’s band who had made themselves at home.

“Nuh uh, bitch,” Adam disagreed. Your words didn’t seem to bother him much as he was checking his nails - or at least he pretended he did because that fucking idiot was wearing gloves, there were no fingernails visible to check.

You groaned in annoyance as you crossed the room and stopped right in front of the brunette. He was quite taller than you, that did not intimidate you though. You were putting up with his bullshit for so long, the taller male was not something you should fear. Especially because most of his treats were empty words.

He was the type of dog to bark the loudest but he would never bite.

Your index finger angrily tapped against his chest as you raised your voice, yelling loud enough for the other studios located in the building you and your band mates were to hear, “Who the fuck do you think you are? That’s our name on the fucking list, not yours.”

Adam looked down at you, amusement was written all over his face. And while he knew he would never admit it to you, he found your behavior kinda cute - a thing that scared him, if he was honest. Because you were not supposed to think of the guy who hated your guts as cute or handsome. And yet he could not help but like you.

“What’cha small ass gonna do about it? Kick us out?” the taller male asked provocatively. His hands came down onto your shoulders, patting the left one as he continued, “Try us, bitch.” And that earned Adam a punch in the face - and not a light one either.

Golden blood was dripping from his nose as he hissed in pain, stumbling backwards at the sudden and unexpected impact. But you weren’t done with him, not when he acted like the biggest fucking bitch in all of heaven. Adam wanted you to try him?

Sure.

That way he would finally get what he deserved. You grabbed him by his collar before he was able to move out of your range and pulled him down so that the both of you were eye to eye. “I’m gonna say it one more time. Pack your shit and move your ass out of the fucking studio that we reserved.” you hissed, feeling his hot breath hitting your face.

The brunette was breathing heavily, his eyes were narrowed when he looked at you. You felt like your feelings and emotions were on a rollercoaster, because guilt crept up inside of you. You had just hurt him physically, something that had never happened before. There had been arguments, there had been insults but never ever had there been physical damage. You slowly let go of his robe collar before you took a step back.

Adam reached out for you, trying to grab your arm to stop you from leaving but he was too slow. “We’re leaving,” you mumbled as you brushed past your band mates, leaving them behind with way too many questions. You also left a speechless Adam who was not sure what to think.

“Y/N,” Sera’s voice echoed through the courtroom. She looked down onto a sheet of paper and you were quite sure that this would not end well for you, not when Sera’s eyes were so cold, so empty, so emotionless. She put down the paper and looked at you as she continued, “The court has decided that we no longer tolerate you as a winner. Ever since your soul arrived in Heaven you have started to sin.” And the worst part of it all? She was right. You had been sinning, you were no better than the sinners rotting in hell. “Your problem with Adam got out of hand, you not only physically harmed him, you also showed that you are too prideful to apologize. You might think of yourself as someone mighty, but you are not,” Sera’s words hurt. Not because they were harsh, not because she was making you feel weak and vulnerable but because she was speaking the truth. You were embarrassed of yourself.

Shame crawled up your back.

“And that is why the court came to the decision that we can no longer guarantee a safe environment in heaven with you around. You shall be casted down to hell to live with those who sin.” Your eyes widened at the seraphim’s words, she was joking, right? “Sera wait-” but she was not hearing you out. Sera snapped her fingers and with that a portal opened and you were sucked into it.

“I just hope fucking Y/N won’t kill the fucking vibe,” Adam mumbled, his lips wrapped around the straw of his drink as he and Lute were heading to the festival ground. “Oh he won’t be able to, Sir,” Lute had a wicked grin on her lips as she shared that small information with the first man. “Wait,” the straw fell from his lips and he looked down at his lieutenant, “What do you mean?” The smaller white haired woman eyed the taller brunette out of the corner of her eye, pride was written all over her face as she spilled the tea of the latest news, “The angelic court decided to cast his soul down into hell. He sinned. He stained his soul. He is no longer worthy to live up in heaven, Sir.”

The first man dropped his milkshake, the cup fell to the ground and busted open, leaving a huge mess behind. Lute wanted to ask what was wrong but the brunette was already walking into the opposite direction.

“The fuck have you gotten yourself into now,” he hissed to himself, angry at you for getting yourself in serious trouble and angry at himself for not preventing it. If Adam were to describe his relationship to you, he’d say it was complicated. Because it was, wasn’t it? Hating a dude’s guts was hard to do, especially when you made his heart beat faster, his pulse rose and you were the reason for countless sleepless nights.

Hell was icky. The ground was disgusting and the people were worse than Adam.

Adam.

You would rather die over and over again than to admit it out loud but you missed that fuckhead, even though your fights with him were what caused you to end up in hell in the first place. But you missed him - and not just a little. Yes he was loud, annoying and constantly riling you up, but when he was close to you, you felt… safe. It was weird, especially because you two had never been friends, he had always been that shitty douchebag, always pushed you around. But you couldn’t ignore that your rivalry was fueled by more than just hate - there had been so many emotions and feelings involved you weren’t even able to list them all.

You sighed, hiding in the shadows would get you nowhere but exposing yourself to the greedy eyes of the sinners down there sounded like it would get you into even more trouble. Without really watching where you were heading to you rushed from alley to alley, trying to find a spot that provided the smallest bit of safety. That was until you slammed right into somebody way taller than you. You wanted to flinch away, wanted to bring as much distance between you and the stranger as possible. But the taller male wrapped his arms around you tightly, leaving no room for you to get away from him.

“Fuck, I was looking for your damn ass for fucking ages,” the voice coming from the taller man holding you sounded familiar - a little too familiar. And when you looked up you realized why. That guy was not a stranger trying to kidnap a fallen angel, it was Adam. What the fuck was he doing in hell? And why had he been looking for you? Questions over questions formed inside your mind and just as you opened your mouth to speak, the brunette interrupted you, “Move your wings, we’re going home bitch.” What?

“Now hurry the fuck up, shithead, I don’t wanna spend all of eternity down here,” he hissed, grabbing you by your wrist but you did not move an inch, not when he tried to pull you with him.

“I’m not allowed,” you said dryly. Why did Adam care in the first place? That was his opportunity to get rid of you for the rest of eternity. There would be no second rock band anymore, he wouldn’t have to share the studio his band’s recording at anymore and could live a chill afterlife without picking fights with you.

He turned around looking you dead in the eyes, “I don’t give a single shit. I’m not leaving you in this dumpster fire and I sure as fuck won’t keep you company here so you’re coming back to heaven with me. Right fucking now.” You slapped the hand that was holding your wrist, causing the first man to let go of you.

“Why do you care? Take your fancy ass back to heaven and leave me be,” there was no fire in your voice, not like it used to. There was not enough energy left inside of you to fight with Adam, not when you had to worry about so fucking much.

“No,” Adam sounded so determined, so confident. “Who the fuck am I supposted to pick fights with? Who will randomly kick the studio door open while my dudes and I practice? Who will punch me in the fucking face just to prove a point? Who am I gonna stare at when he performs live?” Adam inhaled deeply, the first man closed his eyes for a moment, collecting his thoughts before me whispered, “Who will make me stay up at night because they don’t fucking love me back if not you?”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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thewriterg · 1 year ago

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𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

pairing(s); johnny cage x fem!reader, kenshi x fem!reader, johnny cage x kenshi

summary; You’d do anything to keep them safe if you need to sing your song to get through war so be it. —angstober day; 12—

word count; 1.5k

warning(s); violence, weapons, siren coded reader, blood, injuries, kisses, and language

playlist; wet by dazey and the scouts

A/n:—GIFs; @mortal-kombat-1— played mk1 and don’t know how to act

“You sent them on a mission without my knowledge or and experienced supervision” You hissed your eyes leering into Liu Kang's pale glowing one as he sighed gently looking upon your angered expression that leered holes into his powered body

“You underestimate them Y/n the group consists of strong warriors if they weren't prepared to be sent to accomplish this mission then I would have no desire send them but they were” The sensei tied to reassure you yet it wasn't visibly enough to ease your troubles

“I'm going to aid them by the sound of it the mission at hand should have not taken this long they should have been back days ago” You stated stepping to put your swords on your back your eyes flickering that glowing black that your rivals and enemies feared the last thing they’ve seen before they were put to rest finding peace elsewhere while the brunette said nothing to stop you deep down somewhere in his subconscious he knew that your concerns were valid

“Y/n!” The warrior called out as you opened a portal black fog spilling out of it your eye now completely black in response you looked over your shoulder not making a single move to step back or back down

“Be noble in your bloodshed, I would like to be able to step foot into the realm again”

“With all due respect Liu Kang they shall be lucky if their head stays intact with their bodies let alone if their realm is still liveable” Without another word you you stepped through the portal before you were across the tower of Shang Tsung laboratory you didn't have time to linger the probability of getting caught high if you stayed in one place too long

Stealthily you snuck passed the guards after throwing an empty elixir bottle at a wall the sound of the glass shattering causing them to rush to the scene allowing you to wipe pass the entrance without much fuss you let you instinct guide you to the brick wall closest to the forest of the building pressing your palms against the rough material as you mended yourself into the cold basement of the building

The sound of footsteps bounced of the walls and you sucked in a sharp breath trying to think of something quickly scanning the hallway with the speed of light until you found a solution bending your knees and locking your feet into the ground to give you a power boost before you jumped you fingertips clinging to the little basically nonexistent space to hang onto swinging your legs up to kick in the grilles as it clashed open downwards its dividers now sitting with a bend in their metal

You quickly slipped into the vent as the sound of rushed footsteps approached your location you legs slithering behind your torso before you stuck a hand out of your temporary hiding spot pulling the cover up back in its place you watched through the metal slots Shang Tsung looked around to find nothing you would laugh at the fact that he look up directly at your peering eyes if you were in the mood

You waited until the footsteps started up once more to start moving behind the perpetrator making sure that you made no sound or shuffling noise there was a slant downward inside the cool dark vents the same time the sound of a door unlocking was heard you were in the right place

Your heart dropped as you inched closer toward the laboratory like dungeon the muffled groans of Johnny and the even worse whimpers of Kenshi you fought the urge to burst out the ceiling swords up thoughts down

“This process I call it electric love, after your done with it you'll learn to love the chambers the most… they hurt the least” Shang Tsung voice rang out in the cold hollow basement like room the sound way carrying through the vent clear for your ears while you perked up at the source of light in the predominantly dark ceiling

“Make sure they're withered to nothing, they should be a easy session for the tarkata” This was it if you wanted a chance to capture the adversary it had to be quick and it had to be now you waited until the footsteps approached the exit gate before kicking through the grilles landing in front of Tsunes with a hand positioned to your side one knee to the floor the other directed up towards the air

“Siren, see you've come to join your peers” His voice littered with a dark chuckle and you stood to your full height starting bullets into sorcerer

“No but you shall join your brother in the under realm” The mans face dropped at the mention while Kenshi perked up at the sound of your voice having to rely on his hearing to get past without his ability to see

You charged towards him with a punch landing directly towards his jaw taking a blow not only at his mandible but at his vulnerability when you went to swipe your feet under the sorcerer he grabbed you leg tripping you up you head hitting the cold concrete floor with a sickening thud before you could get on your feet there was a rough impact on your shoulder as your head was forced to look at your lovers captured the electricity having ceased on their bodies you noted Kenshi's masked eyes making your eyebrows furrow and Johnny's protest as he shook the bars of his enclosure you were forced to the ground with a knee in your back

“Your lovers courage and loyalty is honorary yet the execution is pathetic” You you heavily breathed through your teeth your fist clenched against your side

“Tell me Siren, can a heart still break if it stops beating?” A man dressed in green armor approached your line of sight about to open the cage you red masked love slouched in the keys jingling in his slightly shaken hand

“Can your brain still pump blood if it's in my hands?” You muttered taking all your strength to propel your body up from under the sorcerer's hold your taking swords from your back the once silver blade wielding black before your fingertips you sliced the at the mans back him hissing in response

“I'll end your misery quick and precisely” You stated voice void of emotion before Shang ran at you while you blocked his attacks swiftly a black fog falling over the room making it difficult for him to maneuver his senses were overloaded he was at his full charge yet had nothing to force it on causing him to burn out your attacks came silently and stilly he was running himself dry exactly what you wanted him to

The voice of desire called out to him your silhouette shined through the gloomy dark fog your voice promised him everything he could conquer in the biggest dreams and most wealthy realms he followed the sound your form getting closer until he walked into the blade of your sword a grunt resetting on his lips as he kept walking pushing it further into him until his torso met with the base of black reflective piece yearning for the promise of his desires the source being the song that fell from your lips until he dropped to his knees unconscious

You didn't waste a lasting second running towards the cages Reptile unconscious from the poisoned smoke Johnny and Kenshi along with the reaming earth realm team was trained to withstand it become immune to a certain point you felt your body weakening but ignored its call to rest it had been days since they left since you had

“Oh Kenshi” You whisperer after taking the gate from its hinges off the swinging cage his body fell into yours as you gently lowered yourselves to the floor a more prominent black trail of smoke tracing to Johnny's enclosure wailing him free as he rushed towards you both you opening your arms making room for him to fit your eyes scanning over their bodies the Hollywood stars body you deemed fine apart from a couple battered bruises Kenshi on the other hand the red mask on his eyes made your heart pick up as your fingers inched towards his face rubbing your thumb against his cheek as he grunted holding back a whimper at the pain you gently pulled the red cloth from his eyes sucking in a sharp breath at she sight of his gouged eyes tears brought to your own as you pressed a shaky kiss to his forehead

“I'm here, I'm gonna find a way to heal you, I'll find a way”

“We’ll find a way” Johnny mumbled into your armor clothed shoulder as you rocked the three of you back and forth. It would work, you'd find a way.

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pjohoo-reclists · 6 months ago

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Percy Jackson & Clarisse La Rue Fic Recs

Part 2! Requested by @evadne01 Enjoy!

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#pjo #rec list #percy jackson #clarisse la rue #rrverse #percy jackson series #the last olympian #pjo show #percy jackson x annabeth chase #percy & clarisse #clarisse #clarisse pjo #clarisse larue #clarisse rec list #clarisse la rue rec list #ares #charles beckendorf

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lowkeyerror · 1 year ago

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Teamwork

Kate Bishop x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Notes: Honestly its been so long I dont even know what goes here... probably violence

Summary: The leader of the Avengers thinks that Kate and Y/n need to work on their teamwork so he sends them on a mission together.

An: I won't say that I'm back prematurely (like I did my last post like 4 months ago) but I will say I feel the need to post so perhaps I will

Masterlist

Kate was sweet like gumdrops. She was the kindest soul you had ever crossed paths with. Her doe eyes were always filled to the brim with emotion. Her skin was soft like clouds in the sky.

These were indisputable facts in your eyes, yet no one would know that by the way you treated her.

You and Kate were colleagues. Both young and upcoming heroes with a lot to prove. Technically you were on the same team, but you treated Kate as your rival.

You and Kate were not cute friendly rivals, but bitter ones. Mostly due to your nasty attitude towards her.

Though you actually quite admired how good Kate was at her job, you acted as though it irked you. Every time she was in the field, she came back a better hero.

She was good at adapting to others' mistakes. She might panic under pressure, but she never failed a mission. The most irritating thing is that she did it all with that award-winning smile plastered on her face.

You were also very good at your job, just a lot less enthusiastic than Kate. If Kate was a gumdrop, you were black licorice.

You worked endlessly on becoming a better hero. Your precision was perfect, it was your gift. There wasn't any chance you'd miss a target. Whether you were throwing a knife, shooting a gun, or trying to make a paper ball in the trash can.

As the youngest members of your team, the two of you often found yourself paired together.

Being paired with Kate was such a double-edged sword for you. On one hand, you got to be extremely close with the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen. On the other hand, you always acted as though you hated her.

" Earth to Y/n, are you listening to me?"

You slowly nod at your captain's words, not at all hearing what he said.

He tilts his head to the side," Ok then what did I say?"

You remain silent, not having the slightest clue of what he said. Kate couldn't hold in her laughter about your blunder. You glare at the brunette.

" I said the main point of focus in this team is our teamwork. If we're going to be working together, we have to respect each other at least. You are lacking in that department."

Kate laughs even louder, causing you to speak up.

" Why is she here for this?"

Sam speaks up," Because she's also lacking in that department."

Kate's laughter stops abruptly," What do you mean, I'm great at working with others?"

Sam looks between the two of and shakes his head," Every time you two are sent on a mission together, you bicker at each other the entire time. You lose focus, and you almost cost us the mission."

" Key word, almost. We've never failed a mission as partners. Our success rate is 100%"

" I don't like having to agree with Y/n, but she's right. Even without being buddy-buddy, we always find a way to complete the job."

Sam sighs," I've seen the tapes, I know the missions get completed, but there's a lack of teamwork. For example, you're hardly watching each other's backs."

" Kate's a big girl, she doesn't need me to look over her shoulder," you argued with him.

" This is what I'm talking about. Everyone on this team is capable of getting the job done on their own. Which means if we send more than 1 person, it is absolutely necessary for you to be looking out for your partner. If I don't see some proper teamwork on your next assignment, you both will be suspended from field work until you can sort it out."

" Are you serious?"

" You can't do that."

Sam slides a folder over to the both of you before standing up," Figure it out, because I'm not playing."

You were fuming when he left. This wasn't fair to either of you. Why were you being punished for being successful on your partnered missions? Just because you weren’t besties doesn't mean you deserve this treatment.

" If you scowl any harder, your face will be like that permanently," Kate spoke to you.

You glare at her again, and she puts her hands up in surrender," That's not very teamwork of you, Y/n."

You sigh and put your head in your hands," This is fucking stupid."

Kate rubs a hand through her hair," I agree. So let's get it over with."

After briefly scanning through the files, you both got prepared for the mission. You were going to check out a minor anomaly in some small country you'd never heard of. The locals had been recently reporting the same suspicious figure, seemingly scoping out the place and buying normal household things that could be used to enhance chemical weapons.

" So, how exactly are we going to demonstrate teamwork?" Kate interrupted the silence on your ride.

You shrug," Fuck if I know."

Kate rolls her eyes," Guess I'll be doing all the heavy lifting as always."

" What did you just say?"

She crosses her arms," You heard me."

You get up from your seat and walk over to her. You squat down so that your face is level with hers. From there you can smell that intoxicating perfume she wears. Her doe eyes are sharp as they look into yours. You almost compliment her, but then reality kicks in.

" Listen here, princess, there was some truth to what Sam said back there. We don't have to like each other, but respect is necessary. And I don't appreciate the disrespect from you."

Kate scoffs," You disrespect me all the time."

" Name one time."

Kate begins to open her mouth, then promptly shuts it.

" I make snide remarks, sure, but I've never said anything negative about your skill level or ability to get the job done because you've given me no reason to."

Kate tilts her head," Was that a- did you just compliment me?"

You break eye contact as you feel the tip of your ears heat up," Look, all I'm saying is don't act like I'm not good at my job."

Kate keeps a small smile on her face," I never said you weren't good, I just think I'm better."

" I'm not having this argument with you."

The rest of the ride was fairly silent after that. The silence was different from the usual bickering, but maybe the captain would see that as a step in the right direction.

When you arrived in the country, you could already sense that something was off. It was a mixture of a gut feeling and observation. It seemed like most of the townspeople had barricaded themselves inside.

" Something isn't right with this place," Kate speaks softly as you both walk further into town.

When comparing what you saw in front of you to what was in the file, it was easy to see large differences in the town. Though the town was small, it wasn't supposed to be vacant by any means. The robust amount of locals was the ones who reported an issue in the first place.

" I don't like it at all. Keep your guard up, Bishop."

The few people you saw wouldn't make any eye contact with you. They were quick to identify you both as outsiders. It was inevitable, as you couldn't blend in to a crowd if the crowd was non-existent in the first place.

The next local that past you was an elderly man, he stopped at the sight of you and spoke," You lot aren't from around here, are you."

" No sir, just visiting. Actually, we're looking for a certain hotel in town," you show him a picture of the place on your phone and his eyes go wide.

" You're looking for trouble."

There's a small pocket of silence which Kate fills," Why would you say that?"

" Cause you're looking for him. He's the only one that stays at that inn. And we all know to steer clear of it."

The man tries to leave, but you stop him," What happened to this place?"

" He happened… started getting rid of people he had problems with. People who gave him trouble."

" What did he do to them?" Kate presses further.

The man looks between the two of you," He blew them up. One minute they were standing on their feet, the next their head would pop like a zit."

The imagery he created freaked you out more than you'd like to admit, "Thank you for letting us know."

He shook his head," If I were you ladies, I wouldn't go looking for trouble. Too pretty to be headless."

Those were his last words as he continued walking after that. Neither of you moved from that spot. Trying to process what he had told you.

Things had gotten extremely serious in your head. You had considered going back to the quinjet and telling Sam that you'd need back up for this mission.

However, you needed this mission to go better than any of the other missions you had been on with Kate. That was literally the reason why you were both here.

" Put these on," you passed Kate 2 ear plugs.

" Why?"

You sigh," If this guy doesn't have powers, then it's likely that he's using nanotech to get into people's heads. So we need to cover possible points of entry."

When you finally get to the building, it's a little ways from the actual town. You're on edge. Kate walks a little bit in front of you while you watch her back.

By the time you see the trip wire, it's too late. It's not the entire building that explodes, just a corner of it. A corner that was going to fall on Kate if you did not take action.

It felt like slow motion to you. You saw the building about to crumble on top of her, and you were quick to lock your arms around her and force her out of the way along with yourself.

Your breathing was heavy as you realized the girl in your arms could've died. Your front was pressed against her back, and you could feel her ragged breathing as well.

You didn't let go of her until a voice interrupted the tense moment.

" Hasn't anyone ever told you that trespassing is illegal," a man emerged from the intact part of the building, smiling sadistically at you two.

" Who are you and what do you want with this town?"

The man cackles," This town is insignificant to me. It's simply my playground where I can test my masterpieces."

" Then what is it that you want?"

" I'm going to blow up the world, literally. It almost feels trivial to call it a bomb, but my masterpiece will destroy everything. There will be nothing left of this world when I'm done with it."

You're scared, but you can't let him know that," What makes you think we'll let you do that?"

" You two? You won't be around to stop me."

You realize it a half a second too late as another explosion happens under your feet. You brace yourself as best you can to prepare for impact, but you feel a hand latch on to your arm.

With the strength you have left, you help her carry your weight and stop you from falling to your death.

" I just need 1 shot," you growl as you stand up.

Kate sees the look in your eyes. She has seen it before, and it never leads any more good for the person you're looking at.

" He has explosives, it could be dangerous," Kate stood with you.

" Kate, go call for backup and a bomb squad."

" I'm not le-"

" KATE GO," You yell at her with your eyes focused on the enemy.

Kate wanted to fight more, to argue with you again, to postpone this situation. Yet she knew you were making the right call, she had to trust you at this moment and she did.

She took off running. You saw the man reach for what you assumed to be an explosive detonator. It took less than a second for you to whip out your gun and shoot the device in his hand.

He screamed as the bullet grazed his hand, the debris from the device burning into the skin of his palm.

" The next shot will be through your head, if you don't call it quits now."

" I didn't want to get my hands dirty, but if I must," he approached you at his own speed.

It took everything in you not to charge at him. You knew he was baiting you. So you took a shot at the ground right by his feet.

" Well, you're smarter than you look, but not smart enough."

You felt yourself being restrained and forced to the ground. Whatever held you down had a tight grip on your skull. Its cold metal prongs were cold and sharp against your skull.

" Don't bother struggling against my invention. You'll never get up. I'll blow your mind, and then the brunette's."

The mention of Kate made you fight against the bot. It also made the mad scientist laugh.

" Aw, how pathetic. I'll tell her about this after you're gone. Now open" he violently grabbed your chin and shoved something in your mouth.

He slapped you across the face one last time before walking away from you," Any last words?"

You were shaking, sweating, and scared. For the first time in this interaction, you let your eyes water. This felt like the end.

You'd failed and it had cost you. The part that made the tears stream freely was the thought that you wouldn't be able to save Kate. She didn't deserve to die like this. You'd hope she stayed by the jet and waited for backup.

" Oh right, there's a bomb in your mouth. Silly me," you watched as he reached for the detonator. Time seemed like it had slowed down.

He flipped a few switches on the remote before getting ready to hit the button. You closed your eyes, waiting for it to be over. Yet your eyes shot open when you heard the man scream in agony.

There was an arrow through his hand. Then another came down and through his foot.

" I will shoot this shit through your head if you even think about grabbing that remote."

Your face was still against the gravel, but you knew who had just saved your life.

She walked toward him with her bow at the ready. She picked up the remote, and before she did anything else, she shot the robot that was pinning you to the ground.

The tight grip on your head was now loose and limp. You slowly began getting to your feet.

Kate handed you the detonator. You did the opposite of what you saw the man do and saw the green light on the device turn red. There was still some fear in your heart about removing the explosive from your mouth.

The man had a smug look on his face when he saw you struggle," Well I suppose if it's disarmed its harmless right? Maybe it's heat sensitive, maybe it's touch sensitive, who knows. The only way to find out is by removing it from your mouth."

" Shut the fuck up," Kate shot an arrow directly past his head, grazing his ear slightly.

" You're going to be ok. Just take it out and throw it as far as you can."

You looked at her and for the first time ever she saw genuine fear in your eyes.

" You have to trust me," the look in her eyes was something you could not debate.

You didn't hesitate, you dug into your mouth, removed the device and chucked it as far as you could. It didn't land anywhere, instead it exploded in the air. It wasn't significantly sized on the outside. However, you knew if had gone off in your mouth you would've died.

You walked up to the man and pressed the butt of the gun into his temple. There was nothing more you wanted to do than blow his head off. Your chest heaved up and down.

The man laughed," Kill me then. I dare you."

You cocked the gun and your finger rested on the trigger.

" Y/n don't," Kate tried to reason with you.

You couldn't look at her, you'd fold if you did," He deserves it, Kate. You should've heard the shit he was saying."

" That's not for us to decide, Y/n."

You began to shake," Why not?"

Then the scientist laughed again, and that sent you over the edge. You took a small step back and fired the gun.

The scream you let out was primal. It ripped through your throat. It hurt more than you could ever imagine.

The bullet had taken the man's ear. His screams were nothing compared to yours.

Kate hugged you from behind as your legs began to fail you. With her arms around you, she kept her bow and arrow raised at the man.

Sam was confused at the sight when the backup finally arrived. The scientist was cuffed and taken in as other special forces handled the damaged building.

When the scientist was gone, Kate dropped her bow, but her arms stayed around you. Sam began to approach the two of you, but Kate signaled him to stay back.

" Y/n, talk to me," her breath was a whisper against your ear.

" I'm sorry," you said, trying hurriedly to get to your feet.

You didn't get too far before Kate yanked you back into her embrace.

" You saved my life, there's nothing to be sorry about," she gave you a small smile.

" But I-"

Kate shook you a bit," You didn't kill him so, it doesn't matter. He was trying to blow your head off."

" You saved my life too."

Kate nodded slowly," I did, you saved me first though."

" I was terrified, Kate. When he said he was going to kill you, I- I never felt that helpless," you were causing yourself anxiety just speaking about the moment.

Kate didn't hesitate to rest her hand on the side of your face, forcing you to look at her," I'm right here, Y/n. A few scratches and a few bruises, but I'm ok. Without your reflexes or your decision-making skills, I don't know if I would be standing here right now."

" Kate," your eyes accidentally drop to her lips.

" Fuck it," Kate muttered before surging forward and placing her lips on yours.

You kissed her back and it felt right. It felt like Kate was your other half. There was no competition anymore; just you and Kate.

" Well, I see you got the teamwork all handled," Sam spoke, causing the two of you to separate.

" We almost died on this mission. Our teamwork was fine before. The trauma we have is-"

Kate had more to say, but Y/n grabbed her hand," We're good."

" But-"

" Everyone is safe, the bad guy is behind bars, and now we get to go home; together."

Kate huffed and dropped her shoulders," Fine, but we're dealing with this together then."

" There's no one I'd rather tackle my demons with," you couldn't help but sound cheesy.

" Good, because you're stuck with me now in more ways than just coworkers."

You smirked," I'd gladly be stuck with you any way you'd have me."

Sam cleared his throat with a smile on his face," Ok, you guys are free to go. I'll wrap it up here."

Your hand never left Kate's as you walked back to the jet. Nor did it leave when you both strapped in for the ride. It was at that moment that you decided that you'd do whatever was necessary to hold on to Kate.

#lowkeyerror #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #sam wilson

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milfswriter · 2 years ago

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Could i request another ceo rhea smut? Or smut with rhea where she gets jealous and leaves marks (hickies, love bites, etc) on reader?

Mine

CEO!Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: you get way too close to Sonya for Rhea's liking.

Notes and warnings: jealousy, violence, Daddy kink Rhea being petty, hickies, jealous sex, strap on sex, possessiveness, idk what else but I wrote this in one sitting so I'm absolutely tired lmao.

The car stopped in front of the gala and the backseat door was opened for you, seeing many familiar and unfamiliar faces of Rhea's employee and other business people.

You were let in through a VIP entrance reserved for only you and Rhea so the paparazzis wouldn't annoy you while you're getting in. She saw you as soon as you entered the gala, a small smirk on her face as she excused herself from the conversation she was having with some old businessman, straightening her blazer.

She looked up and down at your red dress hugging your frame in the most perfect way when you met her halfway with a soft kiss on her lips, her hands making their way to your lower back as she kissed you back passionately.

"you..look absolutely ravishing" she purred, offering you her arm as she walked you to some people she invited to the gala and introduced you.

After a while, she had a drink with you before telling you she wouldn't be long and walking to one of the philanthropists you saw when you first got in.

You admired her figure from afar, the straight posture that was forced on her since childhood by her father before he passed down the company to her, her signature black makeup that adds to her scary persona, and the way you know this scary, respected woman is head over heels for you and wouldn't refuse a single thing you ask of her.

"And what..is a beautiful girl like you doing all alone?" you heard a raspy voice from behind you and turned to see non-other than Sonya Deville, the CEO of a semi-rival company of Rhea's.

You never met her before, but you knew her from social media and Rhea's complaints about her being a total jackass in meetings and press conferences.

"Oh, just waiting for my girlfriend" you swirled your drink around as she sat on the stool next to you, giving you a confident smirk. You played along, seeing Rhea's head turning to you a few times while she talked with the businessmen as Sonya got closer.

The brunette in front of you seemed to recognize you finally, "you must be Rhea Ripley's girl, huh? no wonder you're all alone..no one dares to get close to the almighty's plaything" she mocked with a scoff, earning a chuckle from you as she rolled her eyes.

"And you...must be Sonya. the arch nemesis" she cocked an eyebrow as she realized you'd been told about her.

"In the flesh" she grinned, taking your hand in hers to place a kiss on top of your knuckles. Charming, yes. But she could never be Rhea.

"get. your hands. off her" you heard a growling voice behind Sonya and looked up to see Rhea, shaking with rage.

Sonya didn't seem too fazed, though. She stood up from the stool and turned to face your girlfriend, hands in pockets before she began walking away, bumping her shoulder against Rhea's, causing the latter to pull her back by the tie, slamming her on the bar counter, keeping her there with a fist to her chest.

"Rhea!" you gasped, standing up to push your girlfriend away before she murders the woman.

Sonya groaned, "didn't take you for a jealous one, Ripley" she mocked again and Rhea was gonna go for her but you stopped her by standing in front of her.

"Walk away" you ordered the brunette, but of course, she couldn't go before snarling at Rhea.

Thankfully, Rhea's hissy fit didn't attract much attention or she would be the headline of every newspaper in the city by the way she slammed the woman onto that counter. You sat her down on one of the stools and got her a drink to calm down while you crossed your arms in front of her. "Don't look at me like that" she warned, gulping the whole drink at once.

"Honestly! she just kissed my hand, what's the big deal?!" you whisper-yelled, sitting next to her. You'd never seen her so enraged before, though you couldn't lie, it was incredibly hot.

"No one! gets to kiss you anywhere!" she snapped, sighing as she got another drink.

With a smirk, you leaned down next to her ear. "What is it, daddy? you got jealous?" her hand immediately grasped your jaw, a snarl made its way onto her face as she stood up.

"we're going home" she pulled your hand and walked you to her own car, opening the passenger door for you and getting in herself before driving to your shared home.

As soon as you arrived, she turned off the engine and walked you upstairs, throwing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you.

"I'm gonna mark you up so hard everyone..and I mean EVERYONE, will know you're mine" you pulled her face down to kiss you hard, your hands sneaking under her blazer to pull her whole weight on yours.

She pulled away, taking her blazer off, keeping her vest and shirt on as she let you take her hand to help you stand up.

You turned your back on her so she can unzip you easily. You heard her sigh next to your ear, leaning down to pepper kisses on your shoulders and back, nibbling on them. With that, you knew her marking-you-up journey had just begun.

She let your dress pool down your legs, a moan forcing its way out of her mouth as she saw what you were wearing underneath, a black matching lingerie set.

She turned you around to face her and smashed your lips together once more, leaning down to suck on your neck. "That for me?" her hot breath sent goosebumps down your arms and legs.

"Who else?" you questioned, hands starting to unbutton her vest while hers played with your breasts, squeezing and pinching them through the lace material.

She shrugged sarcastically, "I don't know, your intentions weren't clear out there" you knew there were a few marks on you already at that point.

You shook your head, taking her vest off and pulling her down by the collar to kiss you again. She pushed you onto the bed, her eyes never leaving yours as she kissed down your body, black lipstick stains were covering your body as she kissed and nibbled at your thighs.

You grew frustrated, pulling at her button-up shirt for her to do anything to relieve the throbbing between your legs. "please, daddy" you whined, looking down to see her smirking at you, gasping at the number of hickies she managed to cover your thighs with already.

"What do you want?" she asked, getting off of you as she walked to the dresser and took out a black strap you'd never seen before and a collar she custom-made for you a while back. You decided you'd shut your mouth for the time being instead of asking her when she got that strap.

She placed the two objects on the nightstand before taking off her trousers, shirt, and boxers. You bit your lip at the sight as she wore the strap and grabbed the collar, placing it around your neck so gently you forgot she almost gave that woman a concussion.

"you're fucking mine" she reminded you as she looked into your eyes, kneeling in front of the bed after pulling you to the edge by your legs and moving your lace panties to the side.

She separated your labia with her thumbs before diving into you with her tongue, humming into you as you groaned and pulled at her hair. "god~".

It wasn't long until you were writhing and shaking under her when she stopped what she was doing.

"fuck, daddy!" your whines made her chuckle, lubing the strap up with your wetness before entering you with the tip of the strap and moving her hand back to your tits.

You threw your head back with a guttural groan, the tip alone stretching you out so deliciously. It was definitely bigger than her other straps and you loved it.

She pulled the straps of your bra off your shoulders, leaning down to kiss your tits and bottoming out in the process. "Oh, shit!!" you played with the ends of her hair, pulling on it as she began actually fucking you - thank god.

"good girl—that's a good fucking girl" she praised over and over as she continued her mission of the night. Basically branding you as hers.

She lifted your legs to rest on her shoulder, causing the strap to go even deeper as her thrusts grew harder and faster. She wanted to ruin you for anyone else, you're hers at the end of the day.

Your legs began shaking again, you prayed she wouldn't stop, your arms wrapping around her to keep her there as you screamed in pleasure.

"fuck, yes daddy please don't stop" she obliged, biting on your nipples as you clenched so hard around her she could barely move.

With one last thrust, your face contorted in pleasure before her name echoed through the whole house. "Atta fucking girl!" she laughed, continuing to thrust into you gently as she pulled on the collar.

You breathed heavily when she pulled out of you, taking the strap off before laying in the middle of the bed, beckoning you over.

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"I'm not leaving the house for the next month" you stated, earning a laugh from the older woman that laid on the bed as you inspected your neck in front of the mirror.

“Even better. Stay at home and let me spoil you"

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#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley wwe #rhea ripley smut #demi bennett x reader #demi bennett

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bellarosethefangirl · 2 years ago

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“To Mend Your Heart, Valentine”

Bully! Haruno Shiobana x Female Reader

Summary: Takes place around Valentines. Haruno is known around school for being a bully. He’s part of the Yakuza as are his other delinquent buddies. You were childhood friends with him but reuniting with him has been terrible. He no longer treats you as though your childhood friends. You crush on your new friend who happens to be the most popular guy at school. Meanwhile Haruno notices and tries to mend his relationship with you at all costs.

This fic is a bit late but I got a bit busy. It’s also a bit of a comfort fic for me so I hope it’s enjoyable for others too. Thanks for the read, sweethearts 🌹 Pretty please Reblog 💋

Taglist:

@syntheticseraton1n @shxftxng @noaltbruh @danielle-marie

Special thanks to @strawmariee for giving me some suggestions for this fic. If anyone is interested in being part of my taglist please inform me.

Due to his title he makes sure he is known as a leader and doesn’t take any ounce of disrespect. He is very feared by everyone on campus, aside from his fan club. They admire him seeing as he holds above standard attractiveness and is covered in tattoos. He isn’t afraid to remove his school uniform jacket to prevent it from getting torn or covered in his enemies blood.

Unfortunately the school you attend is filled with violence from gangs of rival schools. Haruno and his gang protect the school grounds but do so in a very less than ethical means. Everyone on campus knows them from all the commotion surrounding them. They make it clear no drugs or violence is allowed. People answer to Haruno if they break his rules. He may mean well but he justifies his own violence with his personal morals. He doesn’t want anyone suffering at the hands of other yakuza.

Some respect him and many fear him for this reason. As for you, you’re association with the yakuza leader is much more personal. You’ve known him since you were children. It was a friendship built from your love of animals. You would play with frogs in a lake and you met Haruno who would do the same. He would closely observe you. His big eyes peering at you from under his bangs to his bowl cut hairstyle. Being the friendly child you were, you invited him to join you and it cemented your friendship with him at the time. It would be a short lived friendship as children and was the best time of your life. You two would play everyday having mini adventures and doing plenty of activities together. You taught each other valuable lessons and your friendship taught you both a bit about love. Unfortunately you had to move to another city and you haven’t seen him until you attended a different high school for your second year.

It was a new setting for you and you grew to understand this school very well. It filled you with curiosity. So many rumors and warnings about the yakuza scared you. Then, one day, Haruno ends up recognizing you. You didn’t know it but to him you looked ever more beautiful. Your smile could still make his heart quiver as it did when he was seven years old.

He didn’t allow himself to smile on the outside. He has an important reputation to uphold. It’s different now that he became an important part to the gang. He is a leader now. It’s as he has always wanted ever since he was nine years of age. It happened after you left. Months of bullying from other kids until the faithful day he became acquainted with the Yakuza member that aspired him to follow his footsteps.

The brunette had much to think about regarding you. Did you forget about him? What if you didn’t care? Haruno would know it wouldn’t be the truth if he hadn’t still harbored feelings for you. You filled a special place in his heart. It was your friendship that filled the void in his heart. You taught him empathy, loyalty, understanding, and most importantly, love. He wouldn’t be where he is without you. He wouldn’t have such an understanding of friendship. His world would’ve still been a dark place.

As he walked up to you his stride was loud. Many students evacuated the area leaving you by your lonesome. Haruno was used to it but you felt incredibly worried. It felt as if you were being watched in a horror movie. When you finally noticed his presence there was much going through your mind about the stranger. He has short neatly combed dark brown hair with thin messy bangs. His eyes are a piercing turquoise paired with such serious dark eyebrows. They certainly intimidate you. His outfit is a navy blue school uniform but you notice a heart shaped cut to his jacket with his pale skin hinting golden tattoos.

Your legs felt so heavy and your eyes filled with fear. His tattoos and harsh gaze led you to your conclusion. He’s part of the Yakuza. His thick lips are in a straight line while his eyes stare at you with quite a stoic expression. If he wasn’t so intimidating you’d think about how good looking he is.

“There isn’t any need to be frightened of me.” He addressed you by your first name.

You only became more frightened. Haruno thought back to your younger self. He missed you so much. Your fear had saddened him a bit but he knew you’d remember him.

“Your legs are shaking, dear. I won’t harm you. I was hoping you’d remember me.”

His calm voice was so soothing yet lightly playful. His voice suited him well. An attractive voice for a handsome guy such as him was very fitting.

“Remember you?”

“Why yes. Don’t I look familiar?”

Your eyes fill with confusion. You couldn’t link him to your beloved childhood friend. The bowl cut and friendly eyes weren’t the eyes you could pair with right now. Haruno’s eyes didn’t fill with the same light they did when you two last saw each other. His hardships as a Yakuza member were the cause of it. He’s seen death and even killed before. Though he killed in self defense and the worst scum to exist on this planet, it did change him. The light in his eyes went along with him all those years ago.

The stoic expression you’re faced with is that of an average sized yakuza. Not a long time childhood friend you’ve longed to see. You didn’t recognize him. Such a revelation broke his heart. Had he not mattered to you? His turquoise eyes fill with despair and rage. How could you forget him? Was he forgettable? Was he truly the scum of the earth as he believed he was back when you moved? It was without your companionship he was truly at his lowest.

He frowned and his teeth clench from frustration. Betrayal filled his veins until you look closely at him. It was then you figured out who he was however it wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear from you.

“I think I know you now. Yeah everyone has been talking about you. Especially my classmate, Narancia. You’re the leader of the yakuza group aren’t you? I promise not to break your rules and to stay out of your way.”

He became stunned. His eyes widen and his anger boils more. Along with anger was his feeling of dread. You hurt him and he couldn’t let it be. You’ve forgotten him. As he lets you walk away he glares at you. He won’t let you forget so easily.

Later on that same school day you noticed him fighting someone. It was after school and his opponent was no match for him. It was hard watching him punch his opponent so many times. Not far from him you saw his group of fangirls cheering him on.

You felt awkward because he noticed you. He glared at you while wiping blood off his hand onto his dark navy pants. His fan club didn’t like the attention you received but you didn’t mind them. They needn’t fear, for the guy doesn’t seem to care for you. He walked up to you swinging his jacket over his shoulder. His pale muscles on display for you and the others. His tattoos show a golden dragon and some magenta or blue floral designs as well as black vines. Many in his little fan club cheered him on or complimented him.

He ignored them as he had observed you. You didn’t know what to do or say. You’re frozen in fear. You hear him, “tsk” as he passed you with frustration. You realize it might’ve been his opponent to put him in such a bad mood. Unfortunately for you he’s hurt you don’t remember him.

The following week you did your best to avoid him since he looked so angry whenever he was in your presence. You don’t want to be on the bad side of a student such as himself. When you finally did run into him it wasn’t good. In fact it was terrible. It happened before the final bell rang. You were let out twenty minutes before the bell rings. You saw the brunette in the hallway. He was surprised to see you.

“You..” Your eye’s widened.

You gulp walking the other way in a sweat but he grabs your arm. His grip wasn’t rough but enough pressure to stop you. You hope he wasn’t going to stir trouble with you. He said your name firmly.

“Do you remember my name? Or my face?”

You look over to him in wonder. You didn’t get a close look at his face since he intimidates you so much. Your hands feel sweaty as you observe him. His angry expression further confused you. Of course you didn’t see your dear friend Haruno in him.

“How could you not remember me?”

“We’ve met before?”

Your question angered him but it did make his heart shatter. His scowl wasn’t what you expected. Suddenly two of his friends called him over. It was Bruno and Fugo. Two other students with bad reputations you knew very well. They too had modifications to their blue uniform and more so than Haruno.

“We got work to do, Haruno.” Bruno said, addressing him with respect. Though they’re in a gang he’s a close friend to him.

“It’s important too.” Fugo said with an expression twice as intimidating at Haruno.

“Your name is Haruno?” Your eyes widened in disbelief.

He said not a word to you as he knew his friends words meant there was a drug trade in the area. He quickly left with them. Your shock really settled in your mind after he left. You finally understood his words. He was none other than Haruno Shiobana. Though his name is feminine you link it with your childhood friend.

Haruno was your world all those years ago. Of course you’d never forget him. It would be the next day you’d want to rekindle such a friendship with him again. Unfortunately the following day there was a massive fight due to gang violence. The school didn’t care so the students did as they pleased. Haruno fought off so many gang members easily as did his best friend Bruno. It wasn’t like anything you’ve seen before.

All the blood and violence caused you to go elsewhere. As you sat by yourself at lunch you soon noticed Haruno drinking from the water fountain. Eager to talk to him you run up to him. He still looks angry but you try giving him a reassuring smile.

“Haruno, I didn’t recognize you at first. How come you didn’t tell me?”

“I thought you would recognize me without the need for me to.” He looked over to you.

“You look so different now. I never thought you’d join the yakuza.”

“Many changes have come to my life. If for not my allies and myself this school would be in shambles. As would the streets be more dangerous.”

“I see.. I think I understand. It’s not like anyone else would do anything.”

“You’re correct.” Haruno simply said.

You tried asking him how he came to be part of the yakuza but he didn’t want to talk about it so he became quiet. His glare was so piercing. The thoughts for the hug you wanted to give him disappeared. He doesn’t seem like a touchy guy.

“Haruno...” You said with a forlorn expression.

“Been a while since someone outside my gang addressed me so lightly. Do be careful. I need to continue protecting the streets.” He walked off without another word.

His blue eyes were filled with different emotions you couldn’t read. He was hurt but not showing it to you. His demeanor around you changed so drastically since that conversation. He wouldn’t glare as harshly in your direction but he wouldn’t look happy seeing you either. It would stay this way for a while.

When you would decide to try talking to him he’d become so rude to you. He’d address you in such embarrassing nicknames or would laugh when his fangirls would make fun of your clumsiness however he didn’t look pleased when they’d insult your fashion. Your fashion was different from everyone in the wacky school so you didn’t fit in.

It would now be you who’d become so hurt by Haruno. You held onto your friendship you had with him in the past. You’d forever cherish it. He didn’t seem affected by your hurt expressions. Deep down he would but he couldn’t see you as the same person anymore. He felt as though you didn’t care for him. However he still had feelings for you but displayed it with teasing or playful insults that would make you blush. His favorite line was telling you how your lucky he finds your clumsiness cute or you’d have a hard time finding a boyfriend. Picking on you or continuing with nicknames. Yes he’s a tsundere but you wouldn’t know it yet.

It would be the rest of the first semester you received such treatment from him. You didn’t receive special treatment aside from the nicknames since he was known as the school bully. At the start of the second semester he started wrapping his arm around your shoulder wondering why you’re avoiding him. Of course he knew why but he liked teasing you. He missed his little song bird and wanted you to speak to him.

You grew tired of his treatment and avoided him at all costs. His violent background as a Yakuza also scared you away from him. He didn’t threaten you but he did make jokes about it. So here you are now running to class before he finds you. You managed to avoid him for three weeks now. Thankful you hadn’t seen him much this January.

After class he was waiting for you outside your classroom. His arms crossed with a pleasant smile but his eyes weren’t as pleased with you. He knew you started avoiding him. Your lip quivered lightly but he wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he always did. He memorized your schedule by now so he walked you to your next class with his arm around you.

“No need to be so scared little songbird. I missed you. After all I don’t get to see that lovely smile of yours.”

“You did?”

He laughs but continues the conversation.

“Yes I do need you. I’m your Haruno, remember? Or did you forget again?”

“No Haruno of course not-”

“I hope not. I’m always reminding you aren’t I?”

“You are?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He said firmly.

You timidly nod.

“Repeating myself is useless. I’m sure you’ll learn eventually. Silly girl.”

He stopped in front of your other class finally removing his arm from you. He gives you a mocking bow before heading off. You sigh with relief. He’s still a Yakuza so you’re too scared of him. You ended up seeing him looking for you at lunch time. It was due to his association with you, you had no friends. Everyone fears the powerful bully, Shiobana. He warns others to leave you alone but he still picks on you a bit.

You decide to eat lunch elsewhere. You soon find a small class of students but you decide to sit outside. Who would want to be your friend? Not with Haruno around you. It would be the student body council who notice you. They understood your circumstances regarding Haruno. The class president took it upon himself to greet you.

“Good day to you. Would you like to eat with us?”

You couldn’t believe who’s speaking to you. Ritsu is the most popular guy at school. He’s a model student but also a good friend to everyone he’s around. It’s no wonder he easily became the school President. He’s so social and kind to everyone. Not to mention he’s incredibly handsome. His blonde hair and bright eyes could make any girl fall for him. It was in those bright hazel green eyes you see such kindness and a welcoming aura to him.

“Yes thank you Ritsu.”

You shyly follow but he makes sure you’re comfortable as he has you seated next to him. He introduced you to rest of the student council. He also expressed to sit with them if you’d like to.

“Thank you so much, President!”

“Please call me Ritsu! I’m only a third year.” He laughed knowing you’re a second year. “I see the others avoid you because of that Shiobana. I know he means well but do be careful with him. There’s a reason the school fears him.”

“Yes I know his title very well..”

“Does he pick on you?”

“Yes...”

“He does? Don’t worry I won’t allow any harm come to you. Most importantly that Shiobana can be a bully. I don’t like seeing him pick on others. We often butt heads.”

“You do?”

“All the time. Shiobana doesn’t hurt me but because he understands I don’t like seeing others mistreated unless they’re yakuza.”

“I see. Thank you Ritsu.”

It would be several weeks you’re around the student council and you befriended the secretary, Trish Una. She is also popular due to her lead singing in the school choir. She’s also a beauty many students fawn over.

Haruno hadn’t seen you much but he wanted to change this. He knew he had to mend his relationship with you. You’re so scared of him now. It hurt him seeing you so scared of him. You don’t even look at him. Today he’ll make a first attempt at talking to you.

He found you walking to class with Trish Una. It was surprising for him to see you as you are right now. Your hair and makeup was done so magnificently. It seemed Trish gave you a bit of a makeover, not that you required it to be pretty. You’re always looking so angelic to him. You’re the prettiest without any need for cosmetic products but it did bring out your eyes and lips. He wished he could hug you. Trish left to her choir class and you head off to class. Haruno stepped in front of your path to greet you. You gulp but he’s gentle.

“I haven’t seen you, my songbird. Did you think you could avoid me for so long without seeing me, baka (idiot)?”

“No of course not Haruno.”

“It’s not like I missed you but I did want to make sure you’re okay.”

“You did?” Your eyes widened displaying how long your lashes are to him.

“Yes you’re my songbird..” He replied carefully as he hid his blush easily. Your eyes certainly had an affect on him.

“I’m your songbird..? Why call me your songbird?”

“Could be because I’ve heard your singing..”

“I thought it was because you think I’m a bird brain.”

He laughed with a light sweat to his face. Could it be he felt guilt? His concern for your well being made you smile bashfully. Such a smile made his heart melt. He calmed his heart but his blush didn’t escape you.

“I appreciate the concern. Haruno I wish you’d talk to me more.”

He looked sad. His eyes drifting up to you in guilt. He placed his hand over his heart.

“Of course.. I believe I have so much more to tell you. I'm sorry.. I was hurt you didn’t remember me. I thought I didn’t matter to you.”

“Of course I do. I’d never forget you. It’s why I’ve forgiven you. You have a lot of making up to do.”

“Promise.” He crosses his heart to his exposed chest.

The heart shaped window displayed such a promise to you with his determined action. His eyes fill with determination as well.

“I Haruno Shiobana intend to earn your forgiveness.”

“Very well Haruno I’m looking forward to it.”

You pass him and he watches with a light smile. It would be later during lunch he looked for you again. He saved his favorite pudding for you. He hopes you two can also have a deep discussion. He goes to the rooftop with the use of his stand, golden wind. The growing tree branches aid in him climbing. As he continues looking for you he noticed you with the student council.

He was happy to see you with Trish Una. A good acquaintance of his. She’s a good friend of Narancia and Mista. Two of his closest friends. However when his eyes landed on you and Ritsu he became angered. You befriended the President? Why him of all people? He’s always attempting to break up fights he has with gang members who happen to be students of other schools. He tends to jump to conclusions about Haruno.

He noticed you hugging Ritsu before he left with a group of students. Ritsu is well liked by the entire school. He’s loved by both teachers and students. There isn’t many he doesn’t get along with. Haruno wondered if his love for you would be enough for you to return his feelings. Could Ritsu be the type of guy you’re into? You looked so happy around him.

He climbed down the building towards you. The pudding given to you after he greeted you. You remembered how much he adored pudding. The smile on your face certainly made his day.

“Thank you Haruno. I remember how much you loved these.”

“You remember?”

“Of course! We used to share them with each other.”

“Means a lot you remember sharing them.”

“Yes Haruno. How I could not? You used to smile so much eating them.”

“Thank you..” It was small but very meaningful to him.

Haruno’s smile surprised you but it was welcomed. He was happy sharing with you. His actions today proving to surprise your further. He thought back to his actions toward you and apologized.

“I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have assumed so poorly of you.” He admits with a sad expression.

“I understand you must’ve been through so many hardships. It was a misunderstanding but do remember your promise.”

He laughed crossing his chest with a finger. You nod as you enjoy the pudding cup. He hopes he’s able to repair his relationship with you. It’s times such these he cherishes your company and knows his feelings for you haven’t changed. He knows deep down you’ve always meant the world to him. The teasing and nicknames stemmed from his feelings for you. He may have picked on you but he sees now how his actions have been so unfair to you.

He’s thankful for your understanding. Afterall bullies do stem from insecurity. For Haruno it was because everyone treated him like scum growing up. He had thought the friendship meant nothing to you if you’ve forgotten about him. He understands he has changed so much since then which is why you no longer recognized him.

As the school days passed he noticed your relationship with Ritsu more and more. He was well aware of your crush on the student council President. Your bashfulness made it a bit obvious but Haruno found out from your sketches in your spiral notebook. He noticed doodles of hearts with Ritsu’s name. His ever observant eyes aiding him now than ever before.

Haruno soon passed a group of girls discussing Ritsu. All about how charming they think he is and he’s the most attractive student at school. The yakuza member pondered to himself. Looks don’t matter but he would try to put more effort into his appearance as he tried to earn your love.

The next day Haruno wore a new cologne and had a set of piercings on. He got them pierced the previous day. His earrings are blue studs. They add to his beautiful piercing blue eyes.

He would smile at your compliment to his new piercings. His charm was displayed so effortlessly as he made you blush with his light flirting. A feat he could easily do as he called you angel or darling. He made the extra effort by handing you a single rose. They were different colors each time too.

“Your smile flatters me, darling. I look forward to seeing it at lunch if you don’t mind.”

“Sure Haruno. Thanks for the rose. This one is white. Any reason why?”

“But of course. It reminds me of you. You represent the white rose.”

“How so, Haruno?”

“It’s effortlessly beautiful and pure.”

“Aww Haruno you’re too sweet.” You laughed. “I better head off to class. See you during lunch.”

Unfortunately you wouldn’t see Haruno until your next couple classes after lunch. You have one period with him. During lunch Haruno ran into leaky eyed Luka. The brunette had been bullying Haruno for months on end ever since their fight during the beginning of the school year. Luka is a drug dealer and always butts heads with Haruno. The two are always fighting. Today was no different however he confronted Haruno with a shovel instead of his fists.

A huge fight between the two occurred when Luka knocked out Bruno on the head with his shovel. Haruno wouldn’t allow such treatment to his best friend happen without consequence. Haruno has enough of Luka’s medelling with innocent people and his awful drug dealing. He ended up using his stand on Luka by creating a frog to distract him. Golden wind ensued punches on Luka but after he didn’t hold back when he hit Haruno.

Haruno was badly injured by Luka. His opponent was also part of the yakuza but he was from a different gang. Haruno had no intentions of leaving without giving Luka the proper punishment. Luka ended up falling head first onto his shovel, causing him to faint. Haruno made sure to make an example of him in front of others by kicking his ass in public so no one would sell drugs in his territory.

He showed up to class nearly shirtless with his top torn from his fight. His forehead and abdomen had cuts and bruises. He was bleeding from his head and arms but not too much. You became concerned from what you saw in the back of the class. Everyone can see the tattoo and star shaped birthmark on his shoulder. Everyone was intimidated aside from his fan girls who offered to clean him up or give back rubs. He refused any of their offers.

When you look over to him you notice his handsome smile. It was small and he did so when he knew no one was looking. You smile back awkwardly remembering the compliments he gave you earlier. The teacher said not a word to Haruno as this wasn’t the first time he arrived to class beaten up.

There would be twenty minutes of class left until the bell rings. Ritsu arrived to class so he could make a few announcements. They’re hosting a Valentines dance soon. Everyone wondered about the rose bouquet he held in his arms until he looked directly at you. Haruno became incredibly annoyed at such a confident look Ritsu had given you. He couldn’t hide such an expression. His eyes became incredibly cold. His classmates beside him became scared of his presence. Not Ritsu as he walks up to your desk.

Your eyes widen as he hands you the bouquet. You became speechless at his nexts words. His expression was so tender and his charming smile made every girl in the room very jealous. Their jealousy wouldn’t match Haruno’s as the air around him filled with rage.

“I do hope for Valentines you consider going to the dance with me. I’d be honored.” He held his hand to his chest.

Since Ritsu is so popular he had almost everyone’s support including the teacher. Everyone cheered him on or applauded before he bid everyone a goodbye then a wink your way. Haruno couldn't allow Ritsu to take you away from him. He thought deeply about his next move until he overheard his fangirls talking about Ritsu. They kept talking about his blonde hair and popularity. Haruno had a couple ideas brewing in his mind until class was over.

Ritsu was a crush of yours but ever since you started talking to your childhood friend again you developed a bit of feelings for him too. You've forgiven Haruno but you're unsure how to feel. You would think hard about your decision until the next day at school.

Haruno decided to impress you. Perhaps a new change to his look. He knows you care not for his looks but it would add to his charm. Blondes did have an affect on you from what his observant eyes have seen. At night he looked over his hair and used golden wind to grow his hair longer. He dyes it blonde afterwards. Anything his rival can do, he can do better. He experimented with hairstyles and chose a braid.

At school you noticed everyone crowding a student. It happened to be Haruno's fangirl's but you didn't think much of it until you heard his name getting called by all the dozens of students around him. You heard gossips about it but this was nothing new for him. You froze upon hearing his voice.

"No thank you. I appreciate the invite but go away."

The girls all became so sad as they walked off. You couldn’t believe your eyes. His new hair style suited him very well. He almost looked like a completely new person. He even dyed his eyebrows too. It all really brought out his turquoise eyes. He walks up to you taking note of how bashful and cute you are around him. He greets you with such a charming smile, you feel the temperature in your face heat up.

“You’re Haruno? No way... you look so handsome with blonde hair. I almost don't recognize you."

"You flatter me, my dear.” He kissed your hand.

You stutter out why he changed his look much to his delight.

“I simply desired a change. I’m happy you like it.”

“I do. You look so cute.”

“Is that so?” He chuckled. “I hadn’t any idea you thought I was cute, darling.” He holds up a small bunch of carnations for you. “I believe these are for you.”

You accept the pink and white carnations with a sweet smile. Haruno knew he would have an upper hand over Ritsu with the chemistry you have with him. Your expression was loving. He knew in his heart your love is meant to be.

“I hope to see you during lunch, my songbird. I’ll miss you.”

“It won’t be long, Haruno. Don’t be silly!” You laugh.

“To me it will.” He chuckles.

Later on at lunch Haruno waited for you outside your class. He greeted you, offering his arm to you. You accept with grace. Walking with Haruno around school. He kept getting you to blush with his effortless charm. He paid for your lunch and wouldn't allow you to hold your own tray. You felt like a princess.

You promised to meet him afterschool but before you did you told Ritsu how you wouldn't be going with him to the dance since you have feelings for someone else. Spending lunch with Haruno cemented your feelings for him. You two could be yourselves around each other and have fun. The school President would understand but be a bit disheartened. You ran into Haruno who offered his arm to you again. He walked you home.

"Fair well, darling. I'll miss you." He bowed as if he were a prince.

"You'll see me tomorrow." You giggled.

"Too long I'm afraid."

"It wouldn't happen to be because it's Valentine's. Am I correct Haruno Shiobana?" You tease him.

"I don't suppose you want me to propose?"

Your eyes widen as you stutter in embarrassment knowing he is teasing you as well. He chuckles, kissing your forehead before leaving.

"You're very cute, darling. Have a good rest of your evening."

"Bye darling.." You repeat bashfully.

It would be his turn to blush a bit but he isn't surprised. You're the only girl who could make such a feeling rise to his handsome face. Your beloved Haruno would surprise you tomorrow with a handwritten haiku and a huge bouquet of pink and red roses he grew using golden wind.

You read it during class. It was a romantic poem about how he’s in love with you. You wished you could speak to him during lunch but he was busy fighting Luka again. Leaky eyed Luka got into a fight with Narancia and Fugo. All three aggressively butting heads maliciously. Narancia ended up taking Fugo to the nurse while Haruno was left to be on the receiving end of Luka’s awful mood. He didn’t like the attention Haruno was receiving from his fangirls. Everyone of them had chocolate for the blonde much to Luka’s chagrin.

“Don’t get cocky because of our last fight, Shiobana. I’ll kill you.”

“One dealing out a death sentence must be prepared to die.” Haruno said without a second thought.

“You don’t scare me. Last time was an accident. You got lucky. Don’t think these girls actually have feelings for you. Once I’m done with you they won’t recognize you.” Luka said with a dark look in his eyes.

Haruno wasn’t affected by his words. He fought off Luka the entire lunch period. You cheered on Haruno much to the annoyance of his fan club. He didn’t respond since he didn’t want Luka to go after you.

“Shut the hell up!” Luka shouted at the crowd of girls who got spooked and gasped.

You’re too busy worrying about Haruno. You knew he must be injured from all the hits he received from Luka’s shovel. The fight lasted a while it ended in a tie. Haruno told you to meet him after school during class.

The entire school was decorated in a Valentines theme since the dance would be today. Many couples and confessions littered the school. It made you wonder what Haruno would tell you. You look forward to seeing Haruno but wonder about his poem he wrote you. It was a romantic side you’ve never seen from him.

So after school you waited and waited until it was taking too long. Half an hour passed so you went looking for Haruno through the hallways. The decorations were so cute especially the red and pink heart shaped balloons. Must be in preparation to the dance. In the baseball field you found him but he was in poor condition this time. Luka had a pocket knife and was about to use his shovel to hit poor Haruno laying on the dirt. You remember a closet nearby and grab a bat.

Luka didn’t notice you since he was too busy cussing out Haruno about his revenge. You went behind Luka hitting his back. You never imagined you’d stand up to a bully but Haruno meant a lot to you. His strength is one of his admirable traits and from it you’ve learned to defend others as well. He’s earned respect for defending those in the community who can’t do so for themselves from other Yakuza. Luka fell to the ground in pain. When he stood back up to figure out who hit him you struck his head really hard. He fainted thankfully but your worries about Haruno remained.

“Haruno!” You lay his head on your lap after checking over his injuries.

He woke up shortly after but with a large bump to his head. He had a bruises to his chin and body. You noticed a giant bruise on his chest through his chest window. You're sure he had plenty more injuries' under his navy blue school shirt didn’t. Luka had been attacking him with his pocket knife.

Eventually Haruno’s blue eyes open. He is surprised to see you but is concerned about Luka. He can barely sit up but he uses his stand to heal himself as he talks to you.

“I knocked him out with a bat. We need to get you out of here.”

“I appreciate your concern.” He chuckles looking at the huge bump Luka has on his head. “It seems he should be worried about you instead.”

“Haruno...” You say worriedly.

“I didn’t think you would defend me.” His eyes reveal to be thankful for you.

“If not me. Who else? I can’t let him hurt someone so precious to me.”

“I’m precious to you?” His smile became smug but you playfully smack his chest. His holds your hand to his chest.

“Haruno your wounds are gone!”

“It seems they’ve disappeared. Let’s not worry about it. We both better leave.” He stood up but wouldn’t allow you to help him. He didn’t want to burden you.

“Haruno you piece of shit! I’ll kill you!” Luka shouts with blood dripping down his face.

He wasn’t phased by the threat to his life. Haruno simply turned toward his opponent with a glare. He vows to himself to defeat Luka hurriedly so he can finally take you on the date he planned.

“...Muda Muda.” He simply said.

“What?! You calling me useless?! Fight me Shiobana!!”

Haruno went on to summon his stand to defeat Luka. Golden wind went on to punch Luka several times. You hadn’t any idea how Haruno was defeating Luka but it didn’t matter to you. Golden wind didn’t hold back as he unleashed a flurry of punches as he’s always done to opposing yakuza in his territory.

Your eyes widened at Luka’s body landing across the baseball field. Haruno acted as though nothing happened as he led you back to the front gates of the school. You caught up to him looking over his injuries.

“There isn’t any need. All my wounds are healed.”

“That’s impossible. There’s no need to hide them. I want to help you.”

“Your concern means the world to me, my dear but I assure you they’ve healed. See for yourself.” He unzipped his jacket to show off to you.

You’re stunned for multiple reasons but his bold actions made you bashful. His torso was on full display for you. Tattoos tracing from his back up to his pecs and shoulders. You ignore it in favor of looking for his wounds. It appears he had told you the truth. It didn’t make any sense to you, much like the fight you observed earlier.

“How did they heal? You were bleeding!”

“I suppose it was magic.” He laughed. “You don’t need to be so shy. You can look as you please.”

“Not funny Haruno! I’m truly worried here.”

“I can see for myself. You’re incredibly sweet. It’s no wonder I’ve fallen for you, darling.”

His light eyes show he meant the truth. They’re so caring and fill with an emotion only shown for you. He tried giving you a hug but you get too embarrassed since he’s shirtless. He laughs offering his jacket to you.

“Care to dress me?”

“Not funny Haruno!” Your face turns beet red.

“My apologies. A gentleman offers his jacket to a fair maiden. It was only natural I did.”

“You’re too much at times Haruno Shiobana.” You giggle.

He zips his school jacket back on and offers his arm to you. You accept hooking your own arm with his.

“Where are we going?”

“I have somewhere special to show you. I take it you received the gift I left in your locker.”

“How did you do it?”

“My friends happen to be good at lock picking but I assure you we only use such skills on those who deserve it.”

“I understand Haruno. You and your men do a lot for this town. I hope it’s the same in the city too but right now I want to thank you for such a poem.”

He looks directly into your magnificent eyes. “I meant every word. You mean the world to me.” He admitted.

“Haruno do I really?” You asked with hopeful eyes.

“Yes, darling.” He nods but looks else where. “It’s why I have a date planned for us.”

“I look forward to it.” You lean your head against him.

He takes you behind an abandoned house. The backyard however has a huge garden. It’s so full of life. The rose garden hadn’t been what you expected. You wonder if this is where he picks your daily roses for you. Truth be told he spent the day prior growing such a garden with golden wind. He even set up a beautiful outdoor table and chairs for the both of you.

“Haruno this is so beautiful. I’m speechless.”

“This is how I feel when I’m around you. Endlessly feeling loved and in the presence of beauty.”

“Haruno..”

“I love you. I’ve been in love with you ever since we were children. It took me a while to realize I harbored such feelings for you. I was unsure about such feelings since I’ve never experienced love before. It’s because your heart is so endlessly beautiful I was able to harbor these feelings for you. I continue to learn so much about my emotions thanks to your compassion and understanding. It’s a beauty to never fail me.” His hand reaches out to your own.

You step closer to him and hold his hand. You didn’t know what to say at first. It wasn’t necessary for Haruno understood your feelings from your loving expression. You’re no doubt his sweetheart. He knows in his heart you are. He lifts his other hand towards your chin to give you a little caress.

“You yourself are enchantingly beautiful. You’re so lovely and I’m so lucky to have met you.” His blue eyes look to you with such emotion you’ve never seen before.

You understand this moment to be so precious with someone such as Haruno. He’s always been closed off from others. It takes time for someone such as him to truly open up. His abuse from his childhood caused him so much pain and neglect. Learning how to love took him several more steps and you know you created such a bridge for him to cross for his love to became so natural to him. Haruno understands he’s in love and expresses it so beautifully to you.

“Haruno I’m so happy you have such feelings for me. I’m honored to have been there for you. My relationship with you has always been meaningful to me.” You seat yourself on a chair while Haruno goes on a knee holding your hand to his cheek while he lays his head against your knee.

“It appears our feelings for each other are mutual. If you would become my Valentine and my beloved girlfriend I’ll forever cherish you.” He looks up to you with hopeful blue eyes. You can see fear as well.

You lift his chin to kiss him. He returns it while holding your hand that lays against his sharp jawline.

“Of course Haruno. I love you too.”

“You’ve made it clear.” He stood up holding your hand with his ever sweet smile your direction. You could look at his charming smile all day long.

He guides you through the garden picking roses for you. You accept them. Smelling the bunch of roses. He appreciates your beauty as you do.

“Would you like ice cream? There’s a shop I'm familiar with in the area.”

“Sounds lovely.” Your eyes light up.

At the ice cream shop he orders two scoops. One chocolate and the other pistachio. You order a scoop of your favorite flavor with one or two toppings. As he was about to pay, the owner laughed and told him they’re on the house. When you asked him why the shop owner did so while you two were outside Haruno explained he protects them from theft.

“I’m not surprised my boyfriend would protect others. That shop keeper was so happy seeing you.”

He was eager to hear such a title bestowed upon him from you. You pointed out ice cream on his nose and cheek. He gets embarrassed but twice as much when you wipe it off for him. His eyes widen noticing your handkerchief you pulled from your skirt pocket. The perfume scented handkerchief made him a bit dizzy. As he’s enjoying himself you caress his jawline then his chin. When he looks directly at you he feels a light peck to his lips. The teasing kiss happened so fast he barely blinked as he realized what happened. His heart melts and the smile given to you is so rewarding.

“I love you, my dear. Only you can turn me to such a lovesick fool.”

#haruno shiobana #haruno shiobana x reader #giorno x reader #bully x reader #valentines fluff #valentines fic #female reader #reader is female #jjba x reader comfort

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breezybeej · 8 months ago

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Okay so I did crack the Spike Buffyvampire nut:

All it took was actually seeing the spike and Giles episode (the fyarl demon or whatever).

so -> Spike is the voice of the Scoobies.

He takes what they feel and feeds it back to them in words. Usually harsh truths OR most often just breaking the barrier of social etiquette. The first time I noticed him specifically doing it was everyone awkwardly avoiding the subject of Riley because they knew it would hurt to hear. All the Scoobies say something to Buffy but avoid that subject. THEN Spike steps in and says "Yeah your boyfriend sucks and is mad suspicious. I told you so." He says it and now the hard part is out of the way. They can all communicate freely again.

Watching him get to this point was so cool.

He spends time with Willow discussing each other's romance woes. They both feel unwanted. Willow gets to see first hand that the only reason she is alive is because of the brain chip. She sees firsthand why Oz would leave her and understands now.

Xander: Spike starts to wear his clothing, they both have an addiction to TV, they feel like they are worthless (Xander says Spike isn't worth it but right now Spike is embodying Xander)

Giles: Spike can't harm people but wants to. Giles is the opposite. Spike tries to get vicarious thrills out of him but Giles stays true to himself while also allowing a little fun (scaring Walsh). Spike learns a new way to get thrills without resorting to violence (the obvious joy on his face during the chase scene).

And Buffy: let's play a round of jeopardy. Remember to answer is the form of a question

This blonde character was dumped by the same vampire twice, goes to Willow when their spirits are low about their ex, goes to Xander to talk about their sad existence of not fitting in, discusses the unfairness of relationships with Joyce. They also have homoerotic tension with their taller brunette rival

Ain't that fun. The wedding stuff first, though. They both have visions of extremely devoted partners they will marry but there are things that still don't work. They still get testy about their exes, they clash over big decisions . At the end Buffy said "I loved him but... It wasn't even good. We didn't even like each other" they both have histories of toxic relationships THIS SEASON and they both come away from their false wedding with a lesson learned.

So Spike has a strong connection with each of these characters now, he understands them in a way that is surprisingly deep. He can read their insecurities and then he insults them about it which lays it bare for the rest of the team to see.

I'm going to revisit the Spike Buffy parallels in a later rant. It's going to come with an examination of the relationships each character has romantically up to this point. Also, a lot of this has been oversimplified. There are a lot of tidbits I left off just to keep this a reasonable length and also because I haven't finished season 4 yet. It's just so fun fitting all these little puzzle pieces together.

#btvs #buffy summers #spike btvs #rupert giles #willow rosenberg #xander harris

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simpingcorner · 2 years ago

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Daughter of the Shadows

Word Count: ~1.3k Warnings: mild violence (stabbing, mentions of gunshots, physical fighting), blood, alcohol, gambling,mention of human tr*****, Pekka Rollins,not proofread, let me know if I forgot something.

Author's Note: First chapter to my Grishaverse fanfic. A reminder this is insipred by my SoC DR so it’ll follow both the books and the show plotlines, there will be changes to the canon characters and their storylines, it’s also a Kaz Brekker x OC. | English isn’t my first language so please bear with me and tell me if there’s something wrong. I hope you like it.

all rights to leigh bardugo, i only owny liith and her backstory (other ocs will be introduced later)

Read part 2 here - Ch.3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6

CHAPTER 1

LILITH

The starless night sky, the waves breaking on the rocks, the muffled sounds coming from the city, the briny autumn air surrounded her, it happened before she could even think of enjoying the moment a voice broke the night silence, the girl jumped to her feet, knives drawn, eyes locked on the darkness in front of her as her legs moved independently, silent movements, invisible to the inexperienced eyes allowed her to move closer to the noise source, as she’d expected a crowd had formed on the pier of the fourth harbour. Their guns reflected the dim street lamps’ light, red rubies shone under the moonlight, “This wasn’t the deal.” said a merchant’s voice, “The deal was you’d bring me fresh meat and I’d set you free.” Pekka Rollins’ hoarse voice echoed in her ears, she watched and studied the scene in front of her, hidden by the shadows, disgusted at the ideas of even more lives ruined by Pekka Rollins.

The smell of blood came before she could even realize what was going on, the pier’s shadows hid her making her even more dangerous than in the daylight, her knives handles now an extension to her hands, her leather gloves blood stained, her legs silents and fast followed a now too familiar pattern, the men surrounded her, guns at her head ready to fire, the girl’s eyes studied the scene as in a book, reviewing every possible outcome, she was surrounded, the men much bigger than her, she gripped the handles of her knives, the material seemed to heat up under the pressure, the lights of the street lamps trembled ready to go out at any given moment, the salty air now corrupted by the smell of blood and gunpowder. “I don’t want to kill you Mrak.” Said the merchant stopping in front of the brunette, a grin forming on his face studying her. “I wish I could say the same.” The girl replied wiping blood from her cheek with the back of her hand, her eyes full of anger, hatred, revenge, but her face was impassive, the scar on her righ cheek illuminated by the lamp post, her lips and jaw tight, her feet and hands ready to attack or defend, the faded tattoo of Emerald Palace was still too visible on her left forearm. “I thought you’d be happy to hear another slaver dead.” The man continued staring at her, “Wasn’t it one of them who brought you here? Who ruined your life?” the brunette knew if she’d attacked the rest of the Dime Lions would open fire to save their leader, “My life was over before I even got to Ketterdam.” she said closing her fists and inhaling before attacking, their moves were draw in her brain like the project of a house on paper, predictable and obvious, during each fight the Dime Lions’d forgot they had guns in their hands, finding themselves fighting hand to hand with their rivals.

The girl’s eyes became watery, a sudden burning sensation invaded her right forearm, the gray sleeve darkened, soaked in blood, but before she could assimilate what happened, the dagger disappeared from her hand finding a new home in the skull of one of the men surrounding her, some had fled, others were on the ground gasping for air or passed out. Her eyes found Pekka Rollins’, her face covered in blood, her left hand gripping her right arm, “Next time I won’t let you free.” said the man turning on his heels and disappearing into the shadows of the pier, the girl inhaled trying not to think about the pain in her arm, the burning had given way to cold and numbness, the brunette put her knives back in their places before walking back towards the Barrel.

Ketterdam was the place to go if you wanted to disappear, a city run by criminals, thieves, crooks, murderers; a city where authorities were nearly as corrupted, if not more, than the citizens; tourists from all over the world came to live without rules, to enjoy the freedom of a city without laws, to distract themselves from the problems of their daily lives, with their money, clean clothes, hot food on the table, a roof over their heads, a warm comfortable bed to sleep in after a tiring day, hot water always at the ready for a relaxing bath; the more fortunate citizens, the merchants, the Council members, the owners of the most famous clubs in the city lived in safe, warm, private houses; all the others, on the contrary, lived from day to day, hoping and praying to the Saints that they’d have enough to be able to afford a common room, a hot meal, or to be able to repay their debts.

The smell of the Barrel invaded her nostrils as she went from roof to roof trying not to be seen, the window to his office was open, a sign that he was waiting for Inej, the girl knew she shoulnd’t have gone in but with her arm injured she wouldn’t be able to open her bedroom window, and entering the front door was out the question. She climbed over to the window and nimbly entered the room, the inexperienced ear would never notice the air shift caused by the girl, but Kaz Brekker wasn’t inexperienced, not when it came to his investments. “I will not do business with a criminal.” The unknown voice filled the room, forcing her to hide in the shadows, her steps were silent, her breath inaudible, “You will find no honest man in Ketterdam.” Kaz replied before dismissing the man and closing the door behind him, “You can come out.” he simply said going back to studying the papers on the desk, the girl headed to the door, her arm hidden behind her back, her face covered in blood, her steps trembling but still too silent and proud, she barely got to reach the doorknob that his cane stopped her, the girl’s eyes fixed on the door, her hand firm on the doorknob, “What do you have for me?” the boy said as he sat down at his desk, the cane resting on his knee in of him staring at her, the crow’s eyes on the handle seemed to study her. “Pekka Rollins has bought other kids.” The boy’s face was stern, unreadable, fixed on the brunette in front of him, “He killed the slaver at Fourth Harbour.” the girl explained. “Okay.” His voice was hollow, the voice of someone who had decided to turn off their emotions, the same voice used by the girl.

The cut on her forearm was less serious than she had imagined, the help of a healer would have fastened the recovery but she didn’t have the money nor the time to find one, she tightened the bandage on the wound and left her room heading towards the bar counter, “Lilith, came to bring me luck?” Jesper’s cheery voice woke her up from the trance she was in, the Zemeni boy motioned for her to sit next to him at the poker table.

The Crow Club was full of tourists and non, whoever was in the Barrel and wanted to tempt fate was there, the girl noticed Rotty and Specht busy gambling away the last few coins they had left, Big Bolliger greeted her from the door before kicking out yet another cheater, Anika stared at her from the counter, while Jesper looked at her with a smile, letting her slip in next to him. “SO how much did you lose?” The girl asked as she sat down and studied the table, “Your lack of confidence hurts me Lilith.” said Jesper betting the rest of his Kruge on the upcoming hand, “Just saying if you don’t pay your debts, Per Haskell won’t kick out only you, and I really like my room.” explained the girl pulling out her daggers and cleaning them, she could feel his gaze on her, he was studying her, the bandage on her harm, a bandage that wasn’t there just a few minutes before, but as soon as she looked up he was gone, the office door closed at the top of the stairs.

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bloogers-boogers · 1 year ago

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Kyle Brofloski/Eric Cartman (SP one-shot)

/Insanely obsessed/

Summary: Post covid special but Stan couldn't fix the timeline and Kyle is deranged.

Slight Warning ⚠️ has sensitive topics I do not reccomend reading if you're aren't able to handle that sorta thing!(blood, injuries,violence, games, cheating, probably stockholm syndrome,etc.)(no, theres no r*pe! Just 'typical' comedic kidnapping like with Scott Tenorman or the hand slaughter murderer, ginger cult or the the big foot hunters) Please spare yourself the uncomfortable read.

Author's note: First time writing this type of stuff involving fucked up scenarios but I tried. Pls tell me if it's deranged enough hehe if you're wondering where this came from is from a previous post I written here

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Humming was all the redhead man did while sharpening his trustful knife, looking his way to the dark corner of the room he's in.

A smile crept his face, looking fondly at the weapon, "you know? I used to be kinda fascinated by knives when I was a kid.. sharp things to be in fact," he blurted out loud casually, turning his way facing a tied up man who muffled lightly in protest to be let go, growing tirelessly aswell by his previous fail attempts.

His brunette now greasy and tangled hair covering most of his face. His body all tied up in chains around a wooded plank unable to move just his head and feet.

"Do you remember the metrosexual trend? Haha! I remember having team up with Mr Garrison, having ofcourse my beloved knife with me," he beamed holding on to the knife with excitement and a hint of nostalgia, looking at the man who looked straight at the ground not bothering to pay him mind, "are you hungry? Is that it, fatso?" He mustered a little bitter by the lack of attention he's receiving.

"I'll be right back," he commented not expecting a reply back, heading upstairs.

He had dragged that fatass to a cabin inside the woods it was a one ground floor but it had a basement that worked as a food compartment, it was pretty average size, but it was perfect nonetheless. There was only a small window in it but he covered it with a blind just at night, he wasn't that cruel.

Coming back with some chips in hand, jumping each stairs with delight, "I swear~ by the moon and the stars in the sky~" he sang placing the chips in a chair as he crotch infront of the man getting to his level.

The brunette man being none other then Eric Cartman: former archrival. Now married man, respectful rabbi and father of three children.

Cartman glared at him with reddened puffy eyes and some dark huge circles under them.

"Got some chessy poofs for you, fatass. They're your favorite aren't they? I believe I remember they were," he said, acting as he was trying to recall the fact. But was deeply aware of everything Cartman liked and disliked.

He tried feeding him some, like a tourist trying to feed peanuts to an elephant. But removed his hand quickly as Cartman had tried to bite him the moment he untied the rag off his mouth.

"Uh-uh uh, bad Cartman bad!" He smacked his head receiving a hiss in pain from his part.

Cartman still remained silent as he glaringly watch every move he did, he was enjoying the attention he was now giving him.

To summarize it all leading to this moment, it was after being revealed to him their future could've turn out different, having reuniting with old friends, having to attend one of his best friends funeral and then realizing his arch rival, the most piece of shit person he's ever met was living a happy married life while he lived miserable and lonely.

It was fucking unfair.

He slapped Cartman's cheeks with each single thought his way, making them swollen and bruised, standing up as he grabbed a bowl and shove all the cheesy poofs inside.

"You'll get hungry eventually," stating that, he place the bowl below Cartman's reach, still mouth unfolded. Still not spitting a single word his way.

"¡Why Kahal! You dumb jinger jersey jew! How could you! You forgot to add me some kfc chicken on the side," he mimicked Cartman's childish whiney voice, "but I shouldn't be surprised, a person with the three 'j''s' have ever done anything right in there lives."

"Shut up, Cartman! I can't drive back town whenever your fatass feels like it!"

"But kahaaaal! I want some kfc!"

He glance at Cartman but he showed no real intention on snapping back, he 'tsk' pacing back and forth throwing his knife straight to the board he had previously place in the wall hitting a photo of Cartman and his family in a fit of rage. Losing all his patience.

It hit directly at the fatass face already covered by previous holes.

He smirked having cause the real man in question flinch by the noise. Grabbing his knife once more and approaching him, crouching back to his level and holding the knife against his neck.

"Say something, asshole." He warned coldly, "I didn't go all the way to New York for you, just so your ass to ignore me like I'm some crazy lunatic."

"I– I want to go home..I won't tell a soul I promise.." he pleaded almost in a whisper, but that made him dig his knife even further against his skin making him gulp by the sharp knife against his adams apple, "o-oh, Kyle.. uh– I.. think, I am just a little hungry. That's all," Finally admitting out loud as sweat fell like rivers down his face, chuckling nervously.

He smiled, grabbing the bowl next to him, hand feeding the cheesy poofs like feeding some stray animal.

Caressing with his now cheesy thumb against Cartman's bruised cheek smearing the cheese all over him as he trembled under his touch, "atta boy, that's more like it."

Sometimes he forgot how much Cartman's voice had changed since children, it wasn't unpleasant but he rarely got to hear it nowadays only remembering briefly the times we're it was mostly noticeable for the hint of sarcasm and false innocence.

Now..

It was more mature and it was calmer, he liked it.

He already had in mind how to put in good use of that voice of his.

Once Cartman finished the entire bowl, he stood up walking to a near desk, placing all the chip bags to the side and grabbing his chair.

Seating down, he opened a drawer and grabbed a polaroid camera, sliding his rolling chair with fun next to Cartman and grinning widely as he snapped a picture of the two.

Now shaking the picture frantically for the color to appear and the two silhouettes fill the blank polaroid.

"Look at us, we look good. Well, atleast I do," he stated, eying the brunette as he rested his left elbow on his shoulder and gripping his cheeks with his free hand forcibly making him look at the picture.

He nodded fanatically as he was reviewing it internally, agreeing to everything he said.

The night had finally arise, and he stood up from his desk having worked piles of school paperwork, ofcourse he had to keep up with work now having to maintain two.

He stretched his arms going upstairs and grabbing a bucket, sponge and soap.

"Bath time, fatass!" He exclaimed, almost running back downstairs, jumping the last stair. Placing the bucket infront of the chubby man as he grabbed the hose that was slid from the outside of the window through inside.

Filling up the bucket with water, now setting a small bucket at the side and filling it up with water, adding soap while soaking the sponge in.

He carefully slid Cartman's plain white button shirt off, brushing his skin lightly with his fingertips.

Grabbing the sponge squeezing some of the soaked water off rubbing it against his chest, tapping and smudging it all over, trying to rub all the dirt and sweat off. Then his back, armpits, his sides, waist and lastly legs, crotch and ass. He wasn't too comfortable washing Cartman's ass at first but after the first couple of weeks together, he just saw his body in the ways a nurse would see their patient while bathing them.

Though, he must admit. With time, he's visualize Cartman's body as something very beautiful. It was kinda in like a artistic viewing way.

Admiring it; every curve and softness while he scrubbed every inch of his body, it'd be a pity if he were to lose weight and lose that scrumptious figure of his.

He sighed tirelessly resting his head against Cartman's bare back hearing his beating heart and light panting.

He fixed Cartman up, clothes right back on as he grabbed his bag.

It was time to go back home.

"I'll come back tomorrow," he waved goodbye as he left the cabin heading back to South Park.

Tapping his fingers against the wheel as a song resonated in the radio.

His phone rang, placing it in the cup holder as he answered.

"What up?" He spoke.

"Kyle, did you hear what happened?" Stan asked almost dreadful. He kinda guessed what could it possibly be about.

"What happened?" He fake a shock tone, lowering the volume of his radio.

"It's, Cartman, dude. He's gone missing. His wife contact me today asking if I knew anything about his whereabouts, his family is very worried right now."

"No way dude, since when?"

"She says it's almost been a month already, like.. what could've happened to Cartman?"

"Maybe he just bailed off? You know how much of an asshole he is, Stan. Wouldn't be surprised if he ran off to make a new careless free life."

"Kyle, I think this is serious. I don't think Cartman is that much an asshole, he's seemed change when we last saw him."

"Not my problem, Stan," he admitted, humming lightly as he turned a street.

"Kyle, I know you don't believe in Cartman changing. But he was still our friend–"

"No, Stan. We weren't friends, he made my life miserable when we were kids. Mocking and taunting me all the damn time."

"C'mon, man. Don't take offense to this, but you use to share your fair share yourself, you mocked Cartman because he was fat as fuck, and you still do even if Cartman has shown to you he's grown."

"Cartman was fucking with me, he did that on purpose to get rise outta me."

"You can't act like there weren't times you and Cartman shared actual good moments together."

"No, not even one good memory I can pin point, Stan."

"Oh god, Jesus christ Kyle. What about the time– uh.. well there was this once– Kyle you can be so damn difficult sometimes!"

It didn't surprise him how Stan found complicated to recall any good moments between him and Cartman gone through. Stan can be quite oblivious to most things, lacking attention, even though, it makes sense he wouldn't grasp anything about them when they kept their personal and intimate moments very hidden in the back of their mind far from others to reach.

"Stan it's not my fault that you're now finding some sense of purpose by trying to look for our missing 'friend' just cause your life is miserable and hallow."

"Your life will be forever empty and hallow without Cartman around!"

"What's that supposed to mean!? He literally lives in New York," he slammed the wheel, finally parking in his driveway, "and I'm perfectly fine without him, living here in South park."

There was a long pause before Stan spoke again.

"Kenny would've tried looking for him.." he mustered as ruffling noise were heard through the line.

He sighed, defeated. Low blow to use Kenny against him.

"Fine, but I'll search through the web I can't just be leaving work when I please y'know."

"Fine. I'll be heading to New York in a couple of days and gather up more clues, I'll text you when I find something."

And with that he hanged up, he rolled his eyes as he entered his dark almost unoccupied place.

Doing his nocturnal routine before going to bed. Stan's words had hit him hard, empty and hallow..

He looked at his ceiling thinking about Cartman, and what could he possibly bring him for lunch tomorrow. He wonder if he was trying to attempt on getting out this very instance while he was away, which is most likely but he was sure of the security he's put and being very certainly it'll be 'Cartman proof'.

<<<< —————>>>>

"Hey, fatass. Missed me?" He greeted placing a bag in his desk, now approaching the man who had seemingly pissed himself.

"Guess, I'll be very busy than usual these days. Apparently Stan found it being a great idea to go look for you," he explained circling around his chair, finally stopping and resting his hands on it, eyes narrowing Cartman's.

As his eyes lit up somewhat hopeful.

"Before you get your panties in a twist he won't be looking for you here. He's going to New York," he smugly stated as he savored Cartman's saddened expression; losing hope once more.

"Anyways, why not we play a game today?" He asked, bringing out a small roulette with already written games on.

Cartman denied frantically as he squinted his eyes almost screaming but the noise reduced into a loud muffle because of the rag in his mouth.

"And a one and a two–" he began, now turning viciously the roulette letting go as he waited for the lucky choice.

"Ding ding ding!" He exclaimed clapping his hands not too enthusiastic, as the roulette had stopped in number 7.

"Guess marbles eating it is!" He grabbed under his desk a box, looking through his shit until he found the marbles.

He kneel down, as he puckered Cartman's mouth gripping it hard with a free hand, now taking off the rag.

"N-ngh!" He winced out trying to avoid being force to eat a small tiny marble.

"Eat it, or I'll shove you the big one!" He warned with a narrow, making Cartman reluctantly obey; swallowing a red marble out from his hand, his lips brushing against it.

He shoved a couple of more in his mouth finally feeling pleased once Cartman swallow them all at whole.

"Good boy," he said, now bringing the bag he had brought with him.

Sitting infront of him as he crossed his legs, taking out some kfc chicken, potatoes, gravey and biscuits.

He munched on a chicken leg not taking off his gaze from Cartman's glaring stare. He winked at him teasingly as he continued to eat infront of him not sparing a piece at the fatass.

His eyes glued at the chicken and his mouth was basically dripping drool, the sound of his growling stomach echoed the walls.

He smirked while looking at the pathetic display, gesturing his half eaten chicken at him, Cartman hesitated for a bit his facials soften in worry before reluctantly leaning forward and eating the most smallest piece from it.

He move it away and continued eating a few bites before placing it again infront of Cartman, gesturing once more for he to take a bite.

Cartman then ate another piece this time it was quite bigger than the first bite, but their was still some chicken left as he was attempting to not leave it in a fully naked bone probably worried if he'd do wrong if he did exactly that.

That fact that Cartman was being more mindful of what he'd think/want instead of himself spread him with pride.

A immense satisfaction his way by Cartman's submission and obedience.

He gently caressed Cartman's fiery hair, making him flinch by the sudden gesture. He placed what was left from the chicken leg for he to finish it.

He almost gobbled it down with rush, he hold in a snicker as he distracted himself playing with Cartman's hair, and grabbed another chicken leg feeding it to him while still curling his hair with his fingers and tugging it slightly before twirling it around, looping some strands.

It was so soft.

The day cease once more to its end, the difference now is that tomorrow would be his day off, so he figured why not stay the night?

He brought in a sleeping bag and some books, Cartman arched a brow confused as he layyed down next to him, sliding the book underneath him and opening the first chapter, signaling with his index finger what he wanted him to do.

He heard Cartman gulped hard as he cleared his throat poorly.

He hasn't heard Cartman speak at all since yesterday which was just him pleading to be let go. And it was actually driving him crazy.

So this would make a nice change in their new dynamic.

He tucked himself as he waited for Cartman to read him the book.

"Chapter one.." he spoke very so softly, he could've sworn he was whispering if it weren't for the small cracks and brief pauses in his voice feeling exhausted himself, "The city of beef wellington a cold place where people lived in a starving crisis as broadcasting news reported Gordon Ramsey had stolen and used most of the supposedly endless food supplies for a cooking standoff‐"

He closed his eyes as Cartman's voice soothe him like a lullaby.

<<<< —————>>>>

After a calming night, he tirelessly opened his eyes stretching his arms out from the sleeping bag, turning to his left looking at a sleeping Cartman. Drool fell from his mouth as his eyes were shut tight showing off those big eyelashes of his. The book still underneath while being open and left off on the page Cartman had last narrate for.

He tilted his head looking at Cartman's messy hair, it seemed curled..

He figure it could be because of how tangled it's been left for, so he went upstairs and grabbed a hairbrush, once back startling the man awake as he began brushing his hair unnoticed.

It wasn't as tangled as he expected it to be, and the more he untangle it the more wavy looking it looked.

"What's with your hair, fatass?" Sliding his fingers in his hair, feeling it's softness and curling texture.

Cartman moved his head lightly, tired eyes looked down as he was still drowsy.

"My hair..? What you mean..?" he mustered quietly almost with effort.

He brushed harshly trying to straighten it back but it still remained wavy, making Cartman flinched in pain by the careless brushing.

"It doesn't go to it's normal texture, what gives?"

"Ah.. I suppose it was inevitable.."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I actually have natural curly hair.. like you Kyle."

His eyebrows raised in surprise, now leaving the brush on the floor, "what?" He asked incredulous.

"I just straightened and gel it down all the time when we were kids.. for me.. it was embarrassing, and my mom use to not like it that way either so since preschool she'd straightened it down all the time.. my hair kinda just got use to it by now so it's kinda waved down quite a notch.. and now with out caring for it, it's probably just getting back to it's nature curls I suppose.."

He looked at him attentively, contemplating the new revelation he's been told.

No fucking way.

"You use to always taunt me for my curly hair!"

"And I'm sorry.."

"Don't fucking apologize!" He punched him in the stomach out of pure rage, causing a 'hmph!' from Cartman, feeling the cold metallic chains against his skin. Leaving a red stingy mark in his knuckles as he stood up.

He stormed off outside, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his car, slamming the door shut now leaning his back against it. Lightening up a cigarette before inhaling the nicotine substance, glaringly looking at the trees surrounding the cabin.

Contemplating murder, feeling betrayed and lied to all his damn life. Over some damn stupid hair.

Stepping on his cigarette, he opened his truck taking out a bat and slamming it right back shut. Heading inside and going downstairs looking at a now trembling brunette, who looked at him scared.

As he should, cause what he's about to do won't be the slightest pretty.

He slammed the wooden bat in his stomach, each hit with more forceful rage. Causing Cartman to whined in pain and whimper screaming apologetic pleads, blood coming out from his mouth, tear falling down his glossy eyes wanting for it to stop.

But he didn't bare listen or care, grabbing his so curly hair with a hank making Cartman yelp. He grabbed his knife from his pocket slicing some of his hair off before letting go and heading to his drawer. Still not finish as he hold on to some scissors.

"Snip snip," he mustered loud enough for the man to hear, menacingly opening and closing his scissors now walking and standing infront of Cartman.

With his index finger he raised Cartman's chin making him look at him with those teary puffy eyes.

He placed their forehead together feeling their heated panting mix together and breathing regulate.

He back away now snipping some of his hair off as it all fell to the floor he grabbed a small batch and place it in his drawer for forward sticking it in his journal. But for now his focus was still maintain on his rival.

His beautiful half long hair chopped off and spread carelessly on the floor, and the man in question whimpered quietly sniffing lightly as snot slid down to his mouth.

Humming as he took a small razor out from his bag, he'd normally use it for shaving some of the edges of his beard but he figured this wouldn't be entirely different.

After minutes of shaving every corner of Cartman's head, he finished gracefully. Leaving a shiny scalp on him.

He yawned as the day was starting to end.

Settling his stuff aside as he swept those loose strands of hair away, cleaning it all up while Cartman had doze off through that period. He kicked him, causing him to snap back up with a small 'owe..'

He didn't bother on feeding him as some sorta punishment for lying. Liars can't be forgiven so lightly, so he thought.

He left back home, pretty early than usual, he was even waved a hello from a neighbor he rarely even interacted with.

He layyed back on his empty bed, and reassured his guilty conscience his reasons were all justified and he'll make it up by tomorrow bringing something Cartman would love; maybe a chocolate cake or some two patty burgers.

Once back, he was in a more cheerful mood, after dropping off at some new opening burger joint he knew Cartman would like, he had bought some burgers and fries, with and additional soda beverages. He also didn't forget dessert buying one of those cheese cakes with chocolate on top decorated with two strawberries.

He walked down stairs, noticing he had forgotten to close the curtain the previous night as the sunlight hit the window straight to Cartman's face as he winced a eye shut by the beaming light, it all left an ethereal look.

Cartman's now fully grown hair as if an episode had previously set into credits creating a new set of events to occur, was already the first thing that stood out to him, his curls bounce to the side as he moved his head in a tired manner. It shined beautifully with the light hitting against it. The chocolaty brown made his hair look so heavenly he felt quite envious but also quite merciful for being able to witness it at it's full glory.

"Wow," he mustered out, carefully placing his bags on the floor.

He stood next to Cartman, crouching down to his level ruffling playfully those curly brown locks of his.

"I doubt we would've made fun of you for this, fatass," he gestured lightly with a tugging on his hair.

Cartman said nothing dismissively avoiding his eyes. It was obvious he was pissed at him for the previous night.

He sighed defeated, "I know, I know. But your hair is back so get over it will yah?" He stated before reaching his arm out to one of his bags and dragged it towards him, "I got you something that'll cheer you up."

Taking out a burger and unwrapping it, gesturing him to take a bite but he refused in a stubbornly manner.

#south park #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #kyman #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #sp one-shot #i had this in my drafts for like a month i suppose? idk i feel like i won't be finishing it any soon so i might aswell post it #don't hate me for this u guys 😅😅#however i may write another part if I feel like i want to write Cartman developing stockholm

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kamilah-is-queen · 3 months ago

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Al Hayba- Sayeed’s (Pt. II)

Pt. I

Author’s Note: SPOILERS! Basically, in case this doesn’t make sense, is the Sayeed’s are an arms smuggling clan. They smuggle weapons through the Lebanese mountainside through land in their name, hence they are like a mafia. It’s unsafe for Amy to leave because their rivals have got wind of her being in town, and they plan to use Amy as a bargaining tool against the family. But, the Sayeed’s can’t just come out and say they are an illegal gang, so they try to keep it under wraps from Amy. Hope this helps!

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Amy Parker)

Warning: Violence

Tags: @ta-sayeed, @kamilahtopme, @nydeiri, @rhonda-sayeed, @helpconfusedpersonhere, @millasayeed, @vonda-be-real, @livvynka, @queenkamilah, @leenasayeed, @skylarkxxyy, @choicesgrp, @ilove-kamilah-sayeed, @justavampirefan, @iamsimpforpoppy, @friendlybuddy, @darlingnikki-prince

Everyone, including guards stepped out of their respective SUV’s upon their arrival at the cemetery. Amy helped her mother-in-law Nahid out of the car as Kamilah led the men in carrying the casket.

Amy watched as she held one corner of the casket on her shoulder, setting a swift walking pace towards the graveyard. Amy decided to walk behind the group to walk with Nahid, who walked briskly despite her old age thanks to her cane.

She decided it wasn’t the right time to question Nahid about the brunette, who she assumed was her daughter.

The burial was over quickly, everyone dispersing into their own respective groups to converse about Lysimachus.

Amy however, stayed at his grave. She bit her cheek hard as she began to cry, unable to hold her emotions back anymore. She cried into her hands to muffle the sobs, but it didn’t do any good.

She felt warm arms wrap around her gently, looking up to see a teary-eyed Mona.

‘It’s okay, he’s in a better place now.’ Mona’s voice smiled through her glossy eyes, wiping the tears off Amy’s cheeks as she began to calm.

‘That doesn’t make me any less selfish, I wish he didn’t have to leave me, alone.’ Amy sighed shakily, resting a bouquet of flowers on the raised dirt before taking a step back.

‘You aren’t alone, you have us. You’ll always have us no matter what it is that you need.’

‘Thank you, truly.’ Amy offered a subtle smile, leaning into Mona’s gentle, reassuring squeeze.

Back at home…

‘Amy, we should talk.’

She turned at the sound of her name, the brunette standing at a distance, sipping tea, her eyes on Amy.

Amy nodded silently, following her to a private living room. The brunette beckoned Amy to sit as she herself took a seat on the sofa, pouring Amy a small cup of tea. She only began speaking once Amy had taken a seat.

‘My name is Kamilah Sayeed, elder sister of your late husband. Despite my brother not mentioning us, we are all here to support and protect you as your family.’

Amy took a small sip of the tea, a wave of tranquility passing over her as she felt the hot liquid warm her insides.

‘Thank you. I appreciate your hospitality, but my daughter and I cannot stay much longer. Her school starts soon and I must return to work.’

Kamilah sipped from the small cup in her hand, staring at the picture hanging on the far wall. It was of her and Lysimachus in the mountains, both adorning hunting rifles with bright grins on their faces.

‘It is unsafe for you for return to Canada.’ Her sharp tone oozed through her words, prompting Amy to raise her eyebrows in confusion.

‘I don’t think I understand.’

Kamilah set down the cup and turned her head to look at Amy, a look of annoyance setting on her face.

‘There is no need for you to understand, but there is a need for you to listen.’

Amy frowned deeply, even more confused.

‘I can’t just put my life back in Canada on hold because I’ve come here, Kamilah.’ Her voice rose an octave as she became increasingly frustrated.

‘You wouldn’t be putting your life on hold, you’d be continuing it here. Excuse me.’

And with that, Kamilah left.

‘God she is so annoying.’ Amy grumbled, running her hands through her hair as she tried to make sense of her situation.

It kept her up at night, trying to find an answer as to why she couldn’t just go back to her normal life with Cam, despite Lysimachus being gone.

She sighed, deciding that coffee would sooth her pounding headache that resulted from all the overthinking.

Amy quietly got out of bed, careful not to disturb Cam. She tiptoed downstairs as everyone had retired in their rooms for the night.

Everyone, except one.

Amy jumped as she turned the corner, surprised to see Kamilah sitting in an armchair that faced the fireplace.

‘Oh! My god you scared me. I didn’t think anyone would be up.’

Kamilah remained silent as she focused on the item in her hand, the picture from earlier. Her finger stroked the image of Lysimachus’s face silently, clearly distracted by her own thoughts.

‘Would you like coffee?’ Amy asked, tilting her gaze towards Kamilah who dismissed her with a brief head shake.

Amy quickly returned with her mug, settling on the armchair beside Kamilah’s. She folded a blanket across her legs and hummed as the fire warmed her feet. ‘Cold night, isn’t it?’

Kamilah set the picture frame aside, leaning towards the fireplace to poke the logs. ‘Quite.’

Amy noticed how the bright orange embers of the fire reflected off of Kamilah’s deep brown eyes, the fire crackling softly as she watched the reflection of the flames rise the woman’s iris’s.

Kamilah sat back in the chair once more, pulling her black wool shawl tighter across her shoulders. ‘How long did you know Lysimachus?’

Amy tapped her chin with her finger, squinting her eyes as she thought.

‘Just shy of twelve years.’

Kamilah began to light her cigarette, her eyes still on the fire as she took a large puff.

‘And you loved him?’

Amy squeezed the mug a little tighter. ‘With everything in me. I would give anything to have him back.’

Kamilah simply nodded, blowing the smoke out from her nostrils. She raised a cigarette towards Amy, who shook her head.

‘I don’t smoke.’ Amy smiled, watching as Kamilah put the cigarette back in its case.

The pair sat in silence for minutes, the only sound that broke the silence was the occasional tick of a clock.

‘I don’t mean to be rude, but’ Amy bit her lip nervously before she continued ‘you’re awfully stoic, considering your brother has just passed sway.’

Kamilah inhaled from her cigarette again, exhaling deeply.

‘Everyone grieves differently.’

‘True, true.’ Amy resisted the urge to pinch herself. Why would she say something so stupid!?

‘Recalling fond memories of him lessens the pain for me, oddly enough.’

Amy sat up a little, clearly intrigued. ‘Can you tell me about that picture?’

Kamilah picked up the frame and handed it to Amy as she stubbed the end of her cigarette into the flame.

‘Lysimachus and I greatly enjoyed hunting, following in our father’s footsteps, he would say.’

Amy smiled as she gazed over the picture, ‘it looks beautiful.’ She handed the frame back to Kamilah, their fingers brushing briefly.

They both went quiet for a while longer before Kamilah stood, flicking her cigarette in the fire.

‘Get some rest, it’s late.’

Amy watched Kamilah walk off as she quietly said goodnight in response. It was late, and she was exhausted. She trudged her way back up to where Cam was sleeping and tucked in for the night.

But Kamilah didn’t plan on sleeping. No, she had business to take care of. She carefully set her shawl on the foot of her bed before quietly exiting the house.

Chahine straightened as she approached the car. ‘He’s in the warehouse, yes?’

‘Yes Kamilah.’

‘Then let’s go.’

They both entered the black GMC and drove away into the night, towards a warehouse miles into the Lebanese countryside.

Kamilah took a black pistol from the glove compartment of the car, tucking it in the holster at her hip as she exited the vehicle, with Chahine on her heels.

Inside, was a man suspended in the air by ropes that held his wrists together, a bloody cloth covering his mouth too.

His eyes widened at the sight of Kamilah as he wreathed, blood dripping from his shirt already. She rolled up the sleeves of her shirt, slowly making her way towards the man, knowing the suspense would kill him.

‘Well well well, if it isn’t the rat himself.’ She tugged the cloth off of his mouth as he began the beg for mercy.

She yanked the neck of his dirtied vest, making him grunt in pain as the ropes dig into his skin.

‘Listen to me closely, pig. You cannot pretend to join our clan, only to leak the location of our warehouses to our rivals, and then come begging for mercy.’

Kamilah cut the rope that suspended him, causing him to fall awkwardly on the stone floor. He scrambled to stand and run away but couldn’t as his legs were tied together.

She unholstered her gun and aimed at the man’s forehead.

‘I will make an example of you.’

At the last second, she aimed instead at his foot, firing the gun as she screamed in pain. Blood instantly began seeping from the wound, as she kneeled at his side.

‘Be a good boy and run off to your master now. And tell him who did this to you.’

She cut the ropes that bound his feet and watched as he limped off, hurriedly. Kamilah holstered the gun once more, nodding to Chahine as they left the warehouse.

She washed her hands in a stream nearby, wiping her hands on a towel that Chahine handed to her.

‘He handled that well, don’t you think?’ Chahine chuckled as soon as he uttered the words, prompting Kamilah to grin faintly.

‘Let’s see if he survives long enough to deliver the message.’

Soon enough, they were back at the villa. Kamilah thanked Chahine, despite him being her right hand man in all of her business affairs.

Once inside her room, Kamilah changed into her pajamas and settled into the thick covers of her bed. Dawn was fast approaching, so she’d only get a few hours of sleep. But that didn’t matter.

If there was one thing that Kamilah Sayeed valued more than her family, it was her business. And she would stop at nothing to uphold the Sayeed’s reputation regarding it.

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cfimmoralcs · 2 years ago

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❝ I never lie because I don’t fear anyone . You only lie when you’re afraid . ❞

javier morales ›› underboss of the control mafia and mechanic in the Bronx ›› manny montana ›› tw: death mention , killing mention , cancer mention , child loss mention

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✘ ╱ manny montana + male + he/him ╾ better keep an eye on JAVIER MORALES whenever they are around. Some say the FORTY year old made their name by being a(n) UNDERBOSS for THE CONTROL. Feared by their RECKLESS + ARROGANT tendencies, however, their PERSISTANT + RESOURCEFUL side helps maintain the facade. Can be easily found in BRONX working as MECHANIC. ( Lexi + 27+ she/her + est )

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full name : javier ignacio morales

nicknames : javi

age : 40

date/place of birth : july seventh in bronx, new york

occupation : mechanic

affiliation : underboss for the control

language(s) spoken : english , spanish

hair color : brunette

eye color : brown

notable scars : couple of scars scattering his body from bullet and stab wounds

PERSONALITY

positive : persistent , resourceful , honest , decisive , perceptive , disciplined

negative : arrogant , reckless , impulsive , callous , manipulative , ruthless

moral alignment : chaotic .

deadly sin : pride

hogwart house : slytherin

element : fire

emotional stability : stable

alcohol use : regularly

prone to violence? : very

habits : tbd

drives / motivations : tbd

aesthetic : rio from good girls , miguel galindo from mayans mc , manny from mayans mc , thomas shelby from peaky blinders

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mother : maricela morales ( mother )

father : ignacio morales ( father ) †

sibling(s): césar morales ( older brother ) † , unnamed morales ( younger sister )

children: unnamed morales ( 21-year-old son ) , isabela morales ( daughter ) †

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― Javi was born in the summer in Bronx, New York. His father was one of two Capos for The Control and his mother a doctor for the same gang.

― He’s the middle son of 3 kids but the oldest one living. His older brother died at 23, he was a soldier within the Control.

― At 18, Javi’s girlfriend ended up pregnant and had a son while Javi enlisted in the United States Army. He would spend another 6 years with the military before his father would be killed and he would return home to take his place as Capo, leading the Control Soldiers using his knowledge and skills gained while serving.

― His girlfriend became pregnant again around this time and gave birth to their daughter, Isabela, and the two married.

― Five years after the birth of his daughter, grief struck and they found out that Isabela had an incurable cancer and within a matter of months she was taken from them leaving Javi distraught and colder than ever.

― The death of his daughter was extremely hard on him and with her death a ruthless, reckless, and impulsive monster was born. This only saw Javi rising in rank to a region manager.

― It would be no more than a year before his wife would die, taking a bullet that was meant for him. Unable to feel much of anything, Javi’s son went to live with his Javi’s mother, Maricela, his only desire to protect his son’s innocence that remained.

― Another few years and Javi had risen to Underboss under Adriana Ribeiro. When Adriana passed away and her daughter, Sloane, took over, Javi was understandably, visibly, and vocally upset by it. The girl knew nothing about any of it and he had little faith that she would be able to lead the gang. Of course, he stood corrected and quickly found himself giving the girl a chance and now stands by her and is rather protective of her.

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― There’s only been one girl since the death of his wife that has managed to break through his cold and callous exterior aside from Sloane and that was Reina Castro, Underboss of rival gang Coalition. They broke up about a year and a half ago and he’s been trying to get her back, to show her that she can trust him.

― Javi loves his son even if it didn’t seem like he cared. In truth, he cared too much about the boy which is why he chose to have his mother raise him, his way of protecting his son and ensuring he didn’t follow in his footsteps.

― He’s got a 7 year old Pitbull named Papi Chulo

#mafiahq.intro #tw: cancer mention #tx: child loss mention #tw: murder mention #tw: death mention

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fallen-angel-92 · 3 months ago

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Chapter 2:

Rated: M

Trigger: Brief mentions of violence and swearing

Summary:

Twins. Children created from her blood and the blood of a creature that was only legend. Avia Harker must now begin an arduous journey to protect her children from dark forces, but her heart as well, least she fall prey for a being that once insnaired her grandmother.

“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life.” - Richard Bach

Avia watched as the horses ran among the large field: black, brown, white and some in between with their coloring. Two years had passed since she found her son and daughter, since then they had brought more light into her large home.

“There you are, mother. Nora Obasan and I were wondering where you had gone,” a soft child-like voice spoke from behind her.

Turning around she was greeted by her twelve year old daughter, Akagi, her long dark brown hair dancing around her as the wind picked up. Her dark brown furred ears flickered around her slightly as her mahogany colored eyes seemingly glowed in the setting sun.

“Well you have found me. What's wrong, my dear Akagi?” Avia asked as she reached up, adjusting her black cowboy hat on top of her head.

“Melania, has managed to find Kaga's lipgloss and painted her whole face with it,” Akagi replied with a slight giggle.

Avia let out a soft huff as she smiled, holding out her hand to the young kitsune,” Shall we go? I don't want Kaga to be upset.”

Akagi giggled as she took Avia's hand and they began to make their way home,” Kaga won't be too mad at our dear little sister.”

Avia chuckled as they approached their rustic ranch home, as they entered through the front door, she was instantly tacked by a blob of white and blue. Avia let go of Akagi's hand before she placed it upon her other daughter's white hair while being mindful of her white ears.

“Now. Now, Kaga. What happened sweetheart?” Avia asked with a soothing tone, watching as Kaga's white nine tails drooped downward.

“Melania,” Kaga began with a sniffle,” She went into my lipgloss collection and messed it all up.”

“I'm sure she didn't mean to mess it all up. I think she just wanted to be pretty like her big sister,” Avia replied as she gently pulled Kaga away from her and wiped her tears from her cheeks.

“Ah! There you are, Avia. I'm sorry for this. I was taking care of Micheal when Melania gave me the slip,” Nora called out from the hallway, holding Micheal on one hip while Maleina sat on the other.

“No worries. I'll go ahead and take my little terrors-” Avia began to say when suddenly she was cut off when a tall man emerged from the living room area, cutting in with a soft gruff tone,” Forgive my intrusion, Ms. Harker, but we received a phone call from Sir Hellsing in Great Britain.”

Avia took Micheal from Nora, placing him onto her hip as she turned to face him,” Now there is a name I haven't heard from in some time. Did Integra give a reason for her phone call, Eleojo?”

The dark skinned male locked eyes with hers, golden eyes glittered with a warmth that could rival that of the sun, as he replied back,” Yes she did. It appears she was recently attacked and requests our assistance to help train any possible recruits.”

Avia raised an eyebrow as she cut in,” I trust you informed her of my children?”

“Of course she has no problem providing us with housing, and other things we may need. Though she wished to speak with you about Micheal and Melania's father.” Eleojo responded, when Avia sensed his hestantancy, she chimed in,” So I take it Morris arrived and spoke to Integra about my children.”

Eleojo's lips twitched upward as he replied,” He did and just in time. He managed to impress Sir Hellsing,” Avia snorted as she thought about the brunette, “Oh lord. Who did he punch?”

“Sir Hellsing's vampire. Impressed both her and the vampire himself. So he managed to do the test that was requested and she wishes to discuss the results with you before she did so with her vampire,” Eleojo replied as he shifted his head causing his black braided hair to jiggle slightly due the black beads that were decorating the end of his hair.

Avia let out a hum as she glanced down at her children, letting out a soft sigh, she looked up at Eleojo, “Well I suppose we better get everything ready for a trip to good old England.”

Soon they were all on a private plane heading toward London. Upon their arrival, Avia had Micheal and Melania upon her hips as Akagi and Kaga stayed close to her sides, their ears and tails twitching at the sounds that were around them. Behind them were Nora and Eleojo taking up the rear. It was then that Avia spotted the familiar tall figure of James Morris and began to walk toward him.

“Uncle?” Micheal asked, looking up at her with happiness.

“Uncle!” Malania exclaimed excitedly as she began to bounce up and down.

James chuckled as he approached them reaching out, taking Melania from her and placing her on his own hip.

“Come to escort us to Integra, James?” Avia asks with amusement as she watches James reach over and messes with Micheal's hair.

“Correct. How have you been? Sister Nora? Eleojo?” James asks as he signals for them to follow.

Avia follows them, listening to Nora and Eleojo answer, as they make their way to the large vand and soon they arrived at the Hellsing manor.

“It's quite large. Don't you agree, Kaga?” Akagi hummed out with curiosity.

“Yes sister. It is quite large.” Kaga replied as she looked over at Akagi.

Avia watched with a small chuckle as the two young girls were looking out the window, she turned her attention to her two year olds, she allowed a smile to appear when she noticed that the two were quietly looking at their surroundings. As they pulled in, Avia made sure everyone else was out of the vehicle before her, opting to take the rear. Avia stepped out, taking quick notice that James and Nora were holding Micheal and Melania respectively, before she returned her attention back toward the entrance of the mansion where she could see the familiar long blonde hair woman standing outside with sharp blue eyes staring at her with a hint of warmth in them as Avia walked over to her. As they stood apart from each other, Avia smiled as she spoke,

“It's been a long time Integra. Heard you needed some help. How can I help you?”

Avia watched as Integra gave her a slight smirk. In that instance, two friends would once more work together to put down an enemy that was once slumbing in the dark. As well as the vampire that would come to help move the cogs into place.

(Here is chapter 2. I hope you enjoy it! I promise the next chapter will have Alucard!)

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years ago

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The devil and the flower -chapter 1

Pairing: The Grabber/Original character

Summary: One week before her eighteenth birthday, Violet wakes up in a dark basement underground.

Warnings: Physical violence, cursing, underage smoking and drinking.

Town of idiots. Town of asses. That was Galesburg and no one could make her think otherwise. The adults were the worst, because they lived waving the flag of morality and good manners, but in the secrecy of their homes, they were just as disgusting or maybe worse. They lied, drank until they got drunk, beat their wives and children, and then knelt in church.

Youngsters were divided into imbeciles-in-training, of which there were many, and black sheep, of which there were few, and she was in the latter group. She knew that her appearance alone scandalized, even if she wasn't the only one wearing a worn leather jacket, or torn stockings, or spiked chokers, the thing was that she was almost the only one who wore all that at the same time, and wore it with pride, as if it were her armor to fight day by day against the others, her equals, and her supposed superiors.

She recalled, with a vague smile, the last fight she was involved in the previous semester at Galesburg High School. She didn't like to come to blows unless there was no choice, and that time it was indeed necessary, because Rachel Brie deserved it.

Rachel's chubby face, framed in her outrageous blonde perm, popped into his mind.

"Step aside, psycho," she told her in the locker room after a dodgeball practice. Violet looked at her with disinterest and continued about her business, calmly untying her sneakers, the sweat had smeared her makeup a bit but she didn't care, in fact the worse she looked the better, that's how she terrorized Christians, in the words of her grandmother.

"Didn't you hear me?" insisted Rachel. Again, she ignored her. She knew why she was upset now, the grandiose wannabe cheerleader had taken a ball from her, no malice intended, though deep down Violet enjoyed it, she knew well it was within the rules. "I don't know why they let insane people like you be here" she spat, intending to anger her, Violet however struggled not to fall for her game " Do you know what Pastor Holland says? That women who wear fishnet stockings are the devil's prostitutes."

Violet didn't even look at her, carefully stowing her slippers in the locker. Rachel snorted.

"But I imagine you already knew that, because your mother is, too."

She felt her fists clench. She closed her eyes, she wasn't to fall for provocations.

"You know that, Blasie?" called Rachel to one of her friends "Murderers are possessed by the devil, and at night they roll around with him for protection."

Laughter. Some played along, Blasie among them.

"The children of murderers will burn in hell too" assured the brunette.

"So..." Rachel leaned against the adjoining locker, smiling "You're thinking of killing someone too?"

Her hand was faster, but her mind was screaming too, whipping it around. Her fist went straight for Rachel's nose, and the blonde staggered, stumbling as she hit one of the benches. Violet didn't stop and jumped on her, slapping her with all her might.

"I'll send you to hell!" she exclaimed. Rachel managed to grab her by the shoulders, her hair was a useless weapon because Violet wore it extremely short, and struggled to hit her back.

"Get off me, bitch!" the blonde shrieked, and they both rolled on the floor to the screams of the others.

Sure enough, Violet ended up with her rival in the headmaster's room. Both wore the aftermath of their fight, but by far, Rachel was worse. They received the stern scolding and threat of suspension, Violet with an extra warning that, if she continued like this, she would be expelled.

"You may go, Miss Brie," requested the principal. Beside him, a slender, well-dressed woman of color watched, with indulgent eyes, the remaining student "Miss Gilles, I don't think it is necessary to continue having these conversations with you, your grades are good, but your behavior is unforgivable, your stay in this school is at risk, do you understand?"

Violet didn't want to look at either of them. The principal was doing his stern job, she knew it, the psychologist had made the attempt for months to help her, but it had not worked, in fact, with each visit she felt she was getting worse, little by little their voices became an echo behind a dense fog.

It was the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and she wanted to celebrate it properly. She'd been saving up all vacation, and finally, that afternoon, she would get what she wanted. She sat down in the little tattoo and piercing shop that hadn't even been in town for two years, and smiled at the girl who was already setting everything up on her little table, whose arms were full of tattoos, most of them black, some colored, indecipherable in their perfect baroque harmony.

"And did you bring the permit?" she asked. Violet held out a sheet, and the girl looked it up and down "Okay, I'll take this one, are you ready?"

Violet lay on her stomach, her back uncovered. She had heard that tattoos in that area hurt, and they did, but she felt a certain pleasure as the needles penetrated the skin, as if they were outlining her body with alcohol and then setting it on fire. Occasionally she would let out a groan, but with one hand she would signal the twenty year old to continue, the physical pain was her favorite, because it was momentary, it was controllable.

She had to use two mirrors to be able to look at the result, and in doing so, she smiled. An apple about two inches in diameter, whose beautiful surface was disfigured by the face of a skull.

"Listen, you'll have to be careful not to cover it with anything tight" the girl explained to her, writing the instructions on a piece of paper "You must wash it well a couple of times a day, don't lie on your back for a couple of weeks..."

She returned home with a sense of triumph, there where she wore the tattoo, no one at school could see it, and as for her grandmother... she couldn't care less what that decrepit old hag had to say to her. They had survived each other for two years by pretending they only shared the same roof and not the same blood, and it was better to keep it that way.

Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me

Anyone else but me, anyone else but me

No, no!

Just remember that I’ve been true to nobody else but you…

The old woman's senses were still quite sharp, and although Violet tried to close the door carefully, she heard her greet with her characteristic acidity from the kitchen:

"You're here at last, I was already dreading that you'd decided to take off with your friends."

"I'll be out for the evening, Mrs. Betsy."

She called her "Mrs. Betsy" because, for the past two years, she had not allowed her to call her " Grandma".

"And where will you be?"

"With the Rutherfords."

There was a sort of chuckle.

"I'll call about nine o'clock to be sure. I don't want to know you're in an alley smoking crap."

"You know me, Mrs. Betsy..." replied Violet, sarcastically, and went into her bedroom.

As night fell, Violet slipped down the hallway. She didn't make it to the foyer, however, because the old woman's voice cut her off.

"I want to see you" she demanded.

Violet rolled her eyes, turning around. The woman had the television on, watching one of those quiz shows that fascinated people her age, but she was standing there, judging her as always. The girl tried to keep her face hieratic, the last thing she wanted was to give her a reason to punish her.

Mistress Betsy clicked her tongue.

"Thank goodness you have the tact not to go to church like that" she commented "You look like a delinquent."

"I promise not to mug anyone on the way" Violet spat, smiling at her with contempt. She wasn't sorry to be like that, the hatred they had for each other was mutual.

"I guess I came too late to educate you" the old woman continued "I couldn't expect anything else from the daughter of... a woman like your mother."

Again, the stinging in her fists warned her of what was coming. She couldn't hit her, it would be her undoing, she was almost an adult now, in a week's time cops could put her away for who knows how many years in prison.

"I'll be back around eleven" was all she said, turning her back on her and walking out with a slam of the door. Yes, in a week she would also be looking for a way to get rid of the old woman and her venomous words and her watery, disgusting eyes, if some force in heaven or hell would take pity on her.

Knocking on the door, she was greeted by the honest smile of April, one of her few friends. Inside, Sex Pistols music enlivened the evening.

"I thought you weren't coming again," she greeted her.

"I guess the less time I spend at home, the better for the old lady" Violet replied.

The Rutherfords had a rather large house, a product of settling near the bridge over the town dam. Of course, the adults were not there, they were out for the weekend, and the young people gathered there for a moment of recreation where the police could not disturb them; Violet saw familiar faces, some who also passed through the tattoo store, and some older ones she had only seen in passing, chatting, laughing, bobbing their heads to the music and of course, smoking and drinking.

"So you're Violet" introduced a guy who was already in his twenties, combed with the fluffiest bangs he'd ever seen "They say you gave George Wayne a beating last winter."

"I wouldn't call it a beating, I just left his nuts ready for a pie" she replied. The boy laughed.

"I'm Edward."

Nine o'clock passed, and the phone did not ring once. There was already a whole collection of cans in the room, and a dense cloud of smoke that made the chandelier light on the ceiling look almost ghostly. Now, the few conversationalists were talking about the same thing, and Violet followed them silently, cigarette in hand and curled up in one of the armchairs.

"...I heard that he appears only when you say his name."

"What nonsense is that? That only happens in the movies."

"I heard the last one was taken away in broad daylight, no one saw anything."

"He's not a ghost to do that."

"But no one knows anything...isn't that awful?"

Violet took a deep drag on her cigarette. Edward approached, offering her a rolled-up piece of paper that smelled of horrors, and she waved it away. It made sense that this group of young people would talk about the subject so lightly, none of them were relatives of the victims, none of them were part of the narrow age range of the missing....

Because that town of idiots had something worse. A murderer. A Grabber, as they called him.

"When I heard about Vance, I couldn't believe it" commented one girl, who drank can after can like it was plain water "He always won in fights, how could he take him?"

Violet ducked her head. She hadn't had that much to drink, but she felt suddenly dizzy, and left the house in search of fresh air. She sat on the stairs, looking at the shy street lights, and the black sky above her. She knew the names of those children too, she had seen their faces on the "Missing" signs, none of them had returned so far, and, funny thing, the disappearances started just two years before....

"Hey..." Edward appeared behind her, smiling awkwardly. He was still holding a small piece of joint in his hand next to a can of beer "Come back inside, it's cold."

"I want to be here for a while... alone" she added as she sensed the boy moving closer. She heard him laugh.

"How old are you?" he asked, ignoring her warning, plopping down next to Violet. "Hey, and... is it true what they say?"

"About what?" snorted the girl, exasperated. She expected anything at this point, Galesburg and his bastards would never leave her alone, and so she longed to run away, run as far away as possible....

"That you go out with the boys at night... and graffiti in the shopping area."

She closed her eyes, deep down she was relieved that it was silly like that.

"It was only once...and I really don't even remember if I helped them or not."

"They say you're the wildest girl in high school."

"No, that's April, if you got to know her better you'd realize that."

"I'm not interested in getting to know her, she's a passed."

"Passed?" Violet raised an eyebrow. She had never heard that expression "What do you mean?"

"You know" Edward widened his smile "It means she..." he made an odd gesture with his head, as if he was looking for Violet to say it instead of him "Well, if you don't get it, it means you're not like her"

"Hey, if you're not going to speak up-"

"Well, well, I'm sorry... I mean... you're a virgin still, aren't you?"

Violet's eyes turned wide open. Then a sneer of disgust appeared on her face.

"Is that all you guys care about?" she blurted out, standing up.

"Wait, wait..." Edward put a hand on her shoulder, and Violet slapped him.

"Go to hell, will you?" and she started walking. It had been too much of a party already, she didn't even want to say goodbye to April, her bad mood had returned.

Again, Edward grabbed her, this time harder, forcing her to turn on her heels. He didn't manage to utter a word, because Violet gave him a hard stomp and, as he bent over in pain, kicked him in the crotch. It had been too much, she thought in a moment of sobriety, and without much thought she started walking as fast as she could.

"You fucking bitch!" she heard Edward yell. She turned her head and saw that, despite the pain, the boy was running after her. Violet tightened her pace, throwing herself into the half-darkness of the bridge. She wasn't thinking anything at the moment, she was going so fast that she felt her feet wobbling from time to time, and when she glimpsed a few meters away the small tunnel that, for reasons unknown to everyone, devoured a part of the bridge, she imagined she could take advantage of it to become invisible, hide behind it or something, and then... then she would think about how to get back home.

Once again she stumbled, but this time a sharp, horrible pain sent her rolling across the floor. She noticed her right ankle buckling so hard that she fell, and with great difficulty she sat up enough, whimpering in pain. Then her stalker caught up with her and pushed her back to the ground. Violet felt the stabbing pain again, this time in her face, and feared he had broken her nose.

"You think you're the big deal, bitch?" growled Edward, shoving her with his foot so that she rolled onto her back. Emboldened with the substances in his body, he mounted her and punched her. Violet barely felt the blow, dazed as she was, and only heard him continue to insult her, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her violently.

But as quickly as it started, the attack stopped. She no longer felt Edward's weight on her, the world was a darkness barely stung by pale lights. She thought she heard the tires of a slowing car, and the light grew brighter. She coughed, spitting blood, and murmured into the void that was growing deeper and deeper around her:

"Please... help..."

Lights flickered like friendly winks, something approached, indistinguishable, and Violet rolled her eyes, squinting in a poor attempt to see what it was. She imagined her appearance was deplorable, the taste of blood in her mouth told her so, and with her attire, could she possibly be mistaken for a streetwalker? She cursed her grandmother in her mind, thinking of how, upon seeing her, she would tell her with a certain pride that she already expected her to end up like that, beaten in the middle of a road.

The world stopped making sense, the lights went out, the cold became dim, and Violet closed her eyes, sinking into unconsciousness.

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‧₊ IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME (FOR ME TO KICK YOUR ASS)

PAIRING: C!Technoblade x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS: (High School AU) You and Techno have been self-proclaimed ‘rivals’ since the seventh grade, constantly trying to one-up each other every chance you get. Now that the holiday season is getting into full swing, it’s only logical that the two of you make Christmas decorations a competition as well. The winner gets to decide their prize, and you aren’t losing this thing for the world.

WARNINGS: Language, violence mention, racism mention

A/N: Enemies to lovers? In my self insert fic??? More likely than you might think... Seriously though, I did have a lot of fun writing out you and Techno’s ultimate battle for dominance, and I hope y’all enjoy the chaos!

If someone asked a normal teenager who their mortal enemy was, they’d probably tell them: “What the fuck are you talking about, that is some superhero bullshit.”

If they asked you who your mortal enemy was, you wouldn’t hesitate to inform them that it was, in fact, Technoblade, that stuck-up bastard from the fencing team.

It was no secret at your high school that the two of you had been at each other’s throats for the past decade, forming a heated rivalry that had burned strong for the majority of your lives. If you were honest, you weren’t quite sure how the whole thing began. Maybe he had stolen your favorite crayon set, maybe he had said something far too condescendingly for the last time, or perhaps he had marked you ‘out’ on the FitnessGram Pacer Test when in actuality you had been behind the line when the bell rang.

Who could say?

Whatever sparked it, you and Techno hated the other. Every opportunity you got to make your classmate’s life a little bit worse, you did it. Whether it was hiding his fencing gear all across school grounds, bribing Wilbur to put pink hair dye in his shampoo (which he, unfortunately liked), or getting a higher score on your literature tests, you did it.

Of course, your antics were reciprocated with as much, if not more, ferocity. Every time you sat down in your seat, there was a 50% chance that the entire desk would fall apart under your weight, having been discreetly disassembled until its structural integrity was only hanging on by a thread, or in this case, one loosened bolt.

You were so sick of his smug face when he turned to you with a perfect score, knowing damn well that you had placed a few points beneath him. But this fight with him, constantly trying to one-up each other in an unending battle to be “the best”... it was addicting, to say the least.

Today was a nice day. You had woken up early, made your breakfast and looked over your chemistry notes before you had your big test today, and boarded the bus with no issue. Today was a nice day, until you opened your locker to find a hundred bouncy balls crammed into it, all spilling out onto the floor and around your feet before you had time to even blink.

You would’ve cursed aloud if you didn’t already know that the perpetrator was standing a few feet away from you, self-satisfied stare burning holes into the back of your neck as he watched you for your reaction to the situation. Allowing yourself a sharp exhale, you spun on your heel to glare at Techno, eyes sparkling with barely restrained ire as you met his gaze.

“I was wondering when you’d make another move,” you said drily, toeing at one of the balls that had made its way to rest itself against your shoe, distaste blatantly stamped across your features.

Techno smirked, brown eyes glittering with a sadistic kind of glee as he took in your annoyance, waltzing closer to you with his hands tucked in the pockets of the signature red parka he always wore when it came to be winter time. The brunette- well, pinkette, you supposed would fit better- had always moved with a grace and confidence that you envied, something gained from hours of fencing practice and physical activity. Not that you’d ever tell him this, though. He always found other ways to embarrass you.

“Move swift as the wind and closely-formed as the wood. Attack like the fire and be still as the mountain,” he said, an air of self-righteousness about him that made you simultaneously want to exit your body and break his pretty face in.

You groaned, tearing a hand through your hair in exasperation. “I swear, we read The Art of War, like, one time for world lit and you suddenly become Sun Tzu’s biggest fan. I mean, seriously? At least throw in some Churchill for variety.”

Techno snorted, towering over you as you glowered at him, leaving you with the distinct impression of a Great Dane next to a particularly pissed-off chihuahua. “Churchill was an imperialist and a racist and I don’t respect him.”

You paused, a thoughtful expression replacing your previous scowl.

“Yeah, that’s fair,” you eventually conceded, pointedly ignoring how his smirk grew at your words. “But you’re still a dick.”

You turned your head, missing Techno’s roll of his eyes, and sighed heavily as you saw the absolute mess that had spread through the hallway. It wouldn’t be long before a teacher or member of the school staff would come around the corner to start berating you, and you only had a couple of minutes to start cleaning up before you had to be in class.

Grumbling to yourself, you crouched to start collecting the bouncy balls in your hands, carefully stuffing them into whatever pockets you had available. You fully expected Techno to gloat about his victory and then disappear, so you startled slightly when he shifted to start picking up the prank debris as well.

“The fuck are you doing?” you asked, barbed words softened slightly by the genuine confusion behind them. Techno shrugged, cherry blossom pink hair falling over his face to obscure his expression.

“What does it look like I’m doin’? If Ms. Puffy finds out I made this mess and didn’t clean it, I would be banned from participating in the club meets for the next month.”

You resisted the urge to groan aloud, instead settling on shooting the teen an unamused look. “Ah, of course. We couldn’t have our ‘star performer’ out of commission, could we?”

Techno huffed a laugh, and you elbowed him in the side on your way to deposit the, quite frankly absurd, amount of bouncy balls in a nearby trash can. However, as you turned to face the tall teen, you found yourself clueless on how to continue the conversation.

You had never really… talked with Technoblade. Normally, that is. You were more than familiar with the witty banter and traded insults that came with the animosity that crackled between the two of you, but it had been years since you’d held a semi-casual conversation with the pinkette. It was almost ironic how much more intimidating it was to try and break the silence than when you challenged Techno head-on in a battle of intellect.

To your surprise, Techno looked about as uncomfortable with the quiet that had fallen as you did, averting his eyes from your figure and awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. Mercifully for you, though, he buckled over the rising tension first, blurting out the first thing that popped into his head.

“Have you put up your holiday decorations yet?”

You blinked, your brain buffering for a moment before you finally processed the teen’s rushed question, and it was a few seconds before you were able to force an answer out through your surprise. “Uh- not yet, no. Why do you ask?”

“Oh,” Techno seemed a little lost for words, as though he had no idea why he had said that either. ‘Just curious, I guess? Phil already put all of our stuff up, an’ I thought you would be the type to do it early too.”

“Of course you would be the one to start decoration in November,” you muttered, rolling your eyes in one exaggerated motion. “I wait until later to start, like a sane person. Everyone knows that the more you wait to put yours up, the better they’ll be.

The pinkette’s face smoothed over into a deadpan. “So you’re telling me our decorations suck?”

Grinning devilishly, you nodded. “Well, it’s only natural for them to be.”

Techno leaned forward, the competitive gleam in his eye sending a thrill through your entire body. “I bet I can make our yard look a thousand times better than yours.”

“No way,” you shot back immediately, not even hesitating before stepping up to meet his challenging gaze.

This- this was what always brought you back for more. The hunger for the win, the tantalizing opportunity to lord your victory over one of the most accomplished students at school, and the look that Techno had on his face. Eyes narrowed, lit from within with a blazing fire, and a cocky smirk spreading from ear to ear.

“Prove it. The day before Christmas, we’ll show everyone our houses, and then we’ll see who's decorating skills suck.”

You tilted your head, making a show of thinking his offer over. “What’s in it for me?”

“The winner gets to make the loser do anything they want.”

Nothing else could compare to the rush of energy that shot through you, and, knowing all of that, you felt an answering grin stretch across your own face, a twin to his. It was no surprise, to you or anyone else, that you took him up on the offer.

You were going to beat Technoblade Craft into the ground. That is, if the custodian didn’t murder you first.

Long story short, you prepped for this competition like you prepped for your end-of-course exams. Any free time you had was spent fervently researching ‘good Christmas decorations’ and scribbling down designs in the margins of your school notebooks. It even got to the point where you were obsessing about it during your lunches, casual eating and friendly banter with your friends replaced with your nose stuck even more in your work than usual.

A few days had passed since you’d accepted Techno’s challenge when your ‘studying’ was interrupted by a lunch tray slamming down onto the table you were sat at. Jolting out of your manic-charged stupor, you jerked your head up to see Wilbur flop down into one of the seats across from you, sighing heavily.

“I fucking hate the both of you,” the brunette groaned, chocolate brown eyes pinned to the paper you were sketching on as though it had personally offended him.

You blinked once, twice, before opening your mouth to say something. “Excuse me?”

“Techno’s been going on and on about that stupid decoration thing you two have got going, and I am going to throw myself into the ocean if he goes on another goddamn tangent about the intricacies of light stringing.”

Wilbur Soot wasn’t a friend of yours, exactly. You two got along just fine, but the teen had made it clear many times that he mostly hung out with you to get back at his brother, who considered Wilbur abandoning him for you an ultimate act of betrayal. Don’t worry though- you were 100% okay with this arrangement. More than okay, actually- watching Techno get progressively more and more annoyed as he oh-so-subtly glared at the two of you was hilarious.

“You know how they get Wilbur,” Quackity spoke from where he was seated next to you, leaning forwards to rest his elbows on the table. “This shit’s not gonna let up ‘till one of them wins.”

Wilbur groaned again, voice pitching high and whiny as he dramatically slammed his head down to rest next to his tray. “But why do we have to get involved? Why can’t we just watch them try and flirt with each other from the sidelines?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from choking on the sip of water you had just taken, nearly spewing it all over your papers.

“What the fuck?” you gasped, coughing and spluttering as you stared at the brunette in pure disbelief.

Quackity rolled his eyes. “He’s not wrong. It’s amazing how the both of you are so smart but so dumb at the same time.”

“We don’t- Quackity, I- what?” you spluttered, feeling as though you were going through all five stages of grief at once. “I don’t like Technoblade. You two of all people should know that.”

Wilbur raised his head just so you could see the skeptical expression on his face, one dark eyebrow raised as he appraised your dumbfounded expression. “Wow. Somehow, you’re stupider than I thought.”

Feeling heat rush into your cheeks, you made a noise somewhere between a squeak and a shriek and chucked your drink at the brunette.

It was worth it to see him squawk, even though it was only a couple seconds before you had to run for your life.

Other than your friends being annoying and not understanding that you and Techno were Bitter Rivals™, you lived your life with relative normalcy. The little competition that you and the unfortunately pretty pinkette had going on ramped up quickly, and it wasn’t long before the rest of the school was aware of it. On more than one occasion you had caught sight of flyers hanging on the bulletins or hallway walls as you made your way to your classes, each advertising their support for either you or your opponent. (None of them stayed up for long with the school’s rigorous policy against vandalism, but you guessed it was fun while it lasted)

And, in proper high school fashion, it wasn’t long before you heard about the betting pools that people were making for who would win, for who would be named the ‘ultimate victor’ over the other.

In the end, though, it didn’t really matter to you- whatever people thought about the bet was irrelevant. What was relevant, however, was that you were almost a 100% sure that Techno was stalking you. Not like that, of course, but, well… let’s just say you had seen him a suspicious amount of times when you were trying to put up your stuff.

You had already finalized what design you wanted to make- something inspired by the legend of the snow queen, full of blue and gold lights and icicles (although where you lived it was too hot to get any real snow), and you were wrapping the trees that grew in your front yard with strings of little yellow LEDs when you spotted him for the first time.

You didn’t think much of it when you saw him, after all, you lived in the same county, and it wasn’t all that odd to see one of your classmates out and about. No- you only got suspicious when you turned around thirty minutes later to make direct eye contact with him.

It was as if he was actively spying on you, face blank and almost bored as he jotted down things into one of those small notebooks that you thought only detectives from those old noir films had.

You could be doing something- anything, really- in your yard that was somewhat related to the competition and he would show up.

One of those times you were fiddling with the icle lights you had fixed to drip down from the eaves of your house, balancing precariously on your mother’s ladder, when you heard the crunch of boots on grass behind you.

“What do you want, Techno?” you said, not even having to turn around to see who it was.

The teen hummed, rocking back and forth on his heels as he observed the work you’d already done with a critical eye. “Oh, nothin’ much. I was in the area and wanted to see how you were doing.”

You felt your eyebrows climb up your forehead, feeling a mix of disbelief and amusement. Oh, so you were doing this now?

“Really? Well, now that you’ve made your inspection, I think it’s time for you to kindly fuck off.”

Technoblade laughed, and you found your lips tugging up at the sound, finally shifting to look down at the pinkette. He was wearing his glasses today, the golden frames glinting in the slowly dying sunlight, and his pale face was flushed pink from the biting chill that nipped at your face. It was a cold day, one of the coldest in the season so far, and you weren’t able to stay warm even in your thick winter jacket.

“Nah,” he said nonchalantly, watching with a bemused smile as you sighed heavily.

“God, you’re so difficult,” you muttered, the statement most intended for your ears only, although the sound of Techno’s breathy chuckle made it evident that he had picked it up.

Hardly a few seconds had passed before Techno was opening his mouth to speak again, a more contemplative expression washing over his features. “What are you going to do with the favor thing if you win? Which, of course, will never happen- but just for the sake of the argument.”

You rested your arm on one of the ladder rungs as you looked down at him, snark forgotten as you genuinely considered the question.

“I’m not sure, actually,” you started, a note of honesty in your voice that made your words ring true. “Probably make you dye your hair another color or make up your senior quote for you.”

“Huh,” Techno mused, something strange crossing over his face that you couldn’t quite recognize. “Nothin’ else? Not even, like, my mythology books or somethin’?”

You wrinkled your nose, something bitter rising in your throat. “No, of course not. I may hate you or whatever, but I would never take those away. Everyone and their mother knows that your mythology is important to you.”

“Right,” he said, although his gaze had taken on a glazed-over quality that gave you the impression that his mind was far away. He took a few steps back, giving you an awkward wave as he turned to leave. “Yeah, um- good talk.”

You thought that you had a pretty good understanding of how Techno’s brain worked, but it seemed as though he loved to defy all expectations- including those you had about his investment in the competition.

You see, while you were out and working on your exhibition every day, the few times that you had gone past the Craft household there had been no change beyond what Phil had already done. None, nil, nada. It was as though Techno had no ideas to backup all of his bluster, which you knew for a fact had never happened before.

You didn’t trust it.

Not. One. Bit.

The days flew by until it was finally the night before Christmas Eve. It had been a hassle to get all of your friends out to judge you and Techno’s decorating skills, especially Wilbur, who had made several complaints despite living with one of the competitors, but you had managed to do it.

Night had fallen an hour or so ago, so the sky was painted in hues of navy and velvety black as you and the rest of the group made your way down the empty streets of your neighborhood, breath clouding in the near-freezing air.

“D’you think you’re gonna win?”

You glanced up to find that Quackity had fallen behind the rest of the group to walk in step with you, the blue beanie that he usually wore pulled even tighter around his head to combat the nippy weather. You rolled your neck to the side, eyeing him with a confidence that came from working many, many hours on your décor.

“Yeah, pink bitch won’t know what hit ‘em,” you murmured, something final and self-satisfied in your tone, convinced of your own victory. “As far as I’ve seen, he hasn’t even touched his house.”

Quackity hummed, not completely convinced. “Are you sure? Techno can still surprise even you sometimes.”

Scowling, you absorbed the dark-haired teen’s words unhappily. Although he was right about the pinkette, you didn’t want to believe that he could pull off a trick as dramatic as that.

“Maybe,” you finally conceded, breaking eye contact with your friend to stare up at the sky. “But if he does, I’m going to commit several acts of violence.”

Quackity laughed, a loud, bright sound, and you found yourself grinning as you finally made your way onto your street. However, as your house came into view, the sound of banter and giggling from the rest of the group shifted to gasps as they sounded their appreciation as the effort you had put into making it look like the winter wonderland from your fantasy stories.

Bathed in blue and gold light, the icicles that you had hung from every available edge- the roof eaves, tree branches, and porch fence- glittering coldly. You had hung wreaths from your doors and windows, each frosted white and blue from the cans of spray paint you had found in your garage. A family of wire deer were posed in the very center of the yard, twinkling merrily as if in greeting to you.

You grinned, crossing your arms as Techno shifted to look at you, and locked gazes with the pinkette. You couldn’t help the smirk that spread across your face at his expression, the teen looking almost impressed, but your mood quickly morphed into something resembling dread as amusement flashed through his features.

… What was that look for? Techno- Techno what are you planning?

Walking over to Wilbur and Technoblade’s house was a nerve wracking experience once everything you had done had been appraised, your eyes glued to the pinkette’s head as you tried to read his mind through sheer force of will.

When everyone finally saw his house, the reaction that they had given to yours paled in comparison. There was a riot of noise as your eyes set upon what Techno had done, and you felt the blood drain from your face as you realized that: oh shit, you had just lost.

Through some witchcraft or black magic, your rival had completely transformed his yard seemingly overnight. What had once been a simple set of lights strung through the bushes and maybe an inflatable decoration or two had turned into an explosion of color and noise. Somehow, the pinkette had hooked up a speaker to play ‘Carol of The Bells’, and rigged the many, many lights he had laid to flash to the music. Santa and his reindeer, or at least a statue of them, were placed on top of the roof, mid-landing, and somehow, the grass had been frosted despite the fact that it had never snowed.

Upon your wide-eyed look, Techno just shrugged. “It’s tough, bein’ the best.”

You could only gape at him as Wilbur clapped you on your shoulder, face filled with something that was a little too amused to be genuine sympathy. “Well, it seems like the general consensus is that Techno is the winner!”

Resisting the urge to scream into your hands, you shook yourself out of your shocked stupor to shake his hand in a sportsman-like manner, dying inside as the group around you snickered at your obvious embarrassment.

“I don’t know how you did this,” you started tiredly, rubbing at your eyes. “But at this point I’m too afraid to ask. GG and all that, I guess.”

Before Techno could answer, Wilbur was barging into the little bubble that the two of you were in, slinging one arm around the pinkette’s shoulders as he looked at him expectantly.

“Well, Techie? What do you want our loser here to do?”

You grimaced. Ah yes, the prize. The reason why you had agreed to do this at all. Steeling yourself, you made eye contact with the teen in front of you, fully prepared for him to make some outlandish request and leave you unable to challenge his greatness for the rest of high school.

This was it, he had gotten you.

To your surprise, Techno broke your gaze, letting go of your hand to scratch at the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh, well, let’s not get too hasty here. We still have the rest of the night to hang out n’ stuff, so we really shouldn’t-”

Tommy, who had been standing to the side with the rest of the ‘Bench Trio’, as they had dubbed themselves, barreled into the conversation, taking up residence on Techno’s other side.

“Do you really expect us to believe that, big man?” the teen barked a laugh, a teasing Cheshire grin stretching across his face as he stared up at his older brother. “I remember what you told us you would ask for.”

“Yeah, Technoblade, we remember. Unless… you’ve chickened out?” Wilbur gasped dramatically like the theater kid he was, pressing a hand to his chest to accentuate his words.

You blinked, confused as Techno’s face seemed to redden further. If you were being honest, you had absolutely no clue what the trio were talking about, but as you watched the pinkette fluster further and further- and expression you had never seen on him before- you began to get an inkling of what they might’ve been referring to.

Heat rose in your own cheeks as well, and you shot a panicked glance at Quackity, who was standing to the side with a smug grin affixed on his features. Upon seeing the look on your own face, a wordless plea for confirmation that this was not what you were thinking of, he only laughed at you, breaking down into uncontrollable giggles to your dismay.

“Techno, what-” you started, fidgeting with your fingers nervously, but broke off when the teen sighed in defeat.

“Alright, alright- I was gonna ask you for a kiss,” he muttered, shooting his brothers a searing glare from where they were giddily watching your interactions. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, though. ‘S completely fine.”

You blanked.

“Oh,” you said intelligently, brain whirring as more heat rushed to your face. “Um, okay.”

How were you supposed to fucking respond to that? What do you say when your mortal enemy suddenly becomes all shy and stuff when he’s asking you for a kiss? How are you supposed to react when you realize that, maybe, your dumbass friends were right about the whole flirting thing?

Techno paused at your words, a mix of bewilderment and something heartbreakingly hopeful passing across his expression. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you said again, more firmly this time. “It would be bad form to back out now, and I don’t really mind.”

The pinkette nodded at your words, clearly trying to return to your normal dynamic. “Of course, of course.”

A second passed in which the both of you just stood there, the gaze of your friends boring holes into the both of you as they whispered, and you finally realized that you would probably have to be the one to take initiative on this. Taking a few hesitant steps forward, you halted when your chest was brushing his, tilting your face up to look at him.

You were so close to the teen that you were sharing breaths, warmth fanning your cheeks as your noses brushed together. Taking a deep breath, you didn’t wait any longer before going on your tippy toes to press your lips to his, savoring the soft noise of surprise he made before his hands found your hips.

The kiss lasted for maybe a few seconds, and when the both of you pulled apart, the group around you broke into cheers, Quackity practically tacking you from the force of his celebration. You couldn’t make out the majority of what they were saying, but you got the gist that they had ‘been waiting for this a long time’, and that they were relieved ‘you idiots can finally stop your mutual pining bullshit.’

As your eyes met Techno’s through the chaos, you couldn’t help the soft smile that tugged at the corners of your lips, finding a matching one on his own.

You may have lost the competition, but you might have just won something even better.

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