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ja3hwa · 1 year ago

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Mingi + 29 if possible pls!! I'm obsessed with all your works ♡

Prompt : 29 "I can't get enough of you."

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Mission after mission Mingi grows impatient with your teasing and tonight he wanted nothing more than you see you fucked out and begging for him in the bar you just fought in.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 1.93k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Fluff, Dystopian Au

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Cowboy!Mingi x F.Reader

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Making out, Fingering, Oral (Reader Receiving). Dirty talk. Swearing. Public sexual activities. Mentioning about railing/fucking the readers brain out. Pet names. (Y/n is not used in this story)

Note : I'm so happy you enjoy my work. And I hope you enjoy this one, my darling. ♡♡

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Stalking through the streets, gun tightly in your hand while you scope out your next target, was something you thrilled for. Listening closely to your surroundings, taking steps lighter than a feather. You were a born killer, and it made Mingi swoon every time he gets to see you in action. The way your body moves, the sharpness of your eyes, peaking through on the top of your bandanna that covers your face. You were perfect, untouchable, ruthless, and most importantly his.

You both just took out an entire bar filled with goons and undercover cops. Not one of them stood a chance when paired with the two of you. Mingi had moved all the bodies to the corner while you searched the tills and cupboards behind the bar, looking for the tip-off that you two were going to be there. And soon you found it tucked nicely under a couple of hundreds in the register. You put the money in your pocket along with the note, cause let's face it, what are dead people going to do with the money. Better you than some other scumbag coming here after you to take it.

You wiped your face with your sleeve, noticing there were blood speckles all over your cheeks and forehead. Mingi was watching you the whole time out the corner of his eyes, watching you steal, watching you nonchalantly wipe another man's blood off your perfect face. Maybe he was fucked up but he couldn’t help but find it extremely hot. You were walking power and confidence and Mingi wanted nothing more than you worship the ground you stood on. He had to continuously stop himself, from taking you in most places. When you fought off some goons a week ago he had to calm himself from wanting to pin you again the nearest wall and fuck your brains out. One time some lone fuck head tried to jump you and him in an alley and you knocked him out with one perfectly timed jab to the windpipe. Mingi tried so hard not to get on his knees and taste you until you were screaming.

Maybe you fighting off men made him horny…scratch that. It definitely made him hard.

“Min can you help me, I don’t know if I got all the blood off.” You spoke so innocently like you didn’t just kill five or six men. God Mingi’s head is dizzy. He walked over to you a little too quickly, which you noticed and chuckled slightly at it. He was quick to get to see if everything was okay. Also making sure there were no injuries since he was there. He might as well check.

“You’re all good.” He smiled, taking a step back so he wasn’t so close to you. Otherwise, he might just combust from the smell of your seductive perfume alone. You seemed to notice his actions, taking a step forward as he took another step back. And so a dance begins. Every stride you took was repeated until his legs hit the pool table behind him. He was stuck between the table, and you had to smirk at it.

“Are you okay Min?” oh don’t call him that... “Are you feeling sick or something?”

“N-no. Not at all…” He was losing it quickly, blush covered his features faster than he would have liked. His eyes darted around the room for a moment, seeing you were, in fact, completely alone, and you would be alone for at least an hour or until one of the boys went looking for you two. You placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart rate skyrocket. He knew you were testing him. Being a brat and seeing how far you could get him riled up. Cause in your mind he would never actually do anything, he might think it, and his lingering stares while you two were out on missions made you very aware of your lover’s dirty thoughts.

But he would never actually go through with it.

“Fuck it.” Something in him snaps, and he suddenly grips your waist, turning you around so he could effortlessly place you on the pool table. He pinned you down by your wrists, placing one knee on the edge of the wooden frame so he could then lean down to lock his lips to yours.

“Ming-ahhh” You tried to speak, but a muffled moan consumed you as Mingi bit down on your bottom lip, biting it harshly. His fingertips trail down your tactical wear, feeling the rough straps and belts. Too many straps, in his opinion. His palm found rest on your thigh, lifting it so your knee was bent and your foot was planted firmly on the edge of the pool table while the other leg stays hanging. He didn’t even speak. Instead, he gave you one more peck before dropping to his knees. His face was inches from your clothed core, and you couldn't help but wiggle in anticipation. Was your shy lover really about to taste you while in public?

“If you don’t help me get your pants off in the next ten seconds, I’m getting my knife and ripping them off.” Take that as a yes.

Your hands fly to your belt, opening buttons, and undoing loops and hoops. You swear you’ve never felt so slow opening your pants, and you are almost tempted to let Mingi just rip them off you. But before you could whine in defeat, you finally open the last button, not even bothering to pull your belt through the rest of the hoops. You just unzip them and pull them down. Mingi grabs your ankles firmly, pulling off your tactical boots before yanking the fabric off your legs. You huff, feeling like your heart was about to burst out of your chest. Your bottom half was left bare, leaving yourself in your top half, completely covered, and cute dark green sports underwear. And no, not panties, or lace, or frills. Practical underwear cause wearing anything else when you beat the shit out of someone is just uncomfortable. But Mingi loves them…Especially because he knows you’ll be wearing the bra to match, and you look so fucking good in the two-piece.

He kisses your ankles, then your calves, making sure to worship every part of soft skin he could grab. The plumpness of your thighs sends Mingi into a frenzy, wanting nothing more than to feel them squeeze around his head. His lips chomp down on your flesh, making you let out a yelp. He sucks hard, creating purple and red marks all over your legs. Possessive fuck. You thought with a chuckle, biting your lip in order to keep yourself from moaning any louder.

His nose finds your covered slit, pressing ever so lightly against it, making you whimper through your teeth. “God you smell so delicious, so wet for me.” His dark chuckles sent shivers down your spine. His fingers hook under the soaked fabric, pulling it aside so he could be face to face with your dripping pussy. He blew cold air on you, making you gasp trying to clench your legs shut, but alas his head and one very strong hand was keeping you in place. He grunted in a way to tell you off, so you spread your legs more to make him feel better. He clicked his tongue in approval, letting his hand move from your leg so he could slide his finger through your folds. He finds your clit in a second, giving it a harsh press making you cry, instinctively closing your legs again.

“Close your legs one more fucking time and see what happens.” His dark voice reverberated around the room making your whole body shiver and legs wobble. You desperately wanted to defy him but your inner voice pleas for you to hold off your bratty nature and let Mingi have his way with you.

“Please Min…” You let the voice win for once, moving to rest your legs on either side of his head. He smirked with a lustful stare, knowing he was won this little tug-of-war you two had begun to play the moment you walked into the bar. He waste’s no time in latching lips to your core since you begged so nicely. He licked a long strip along your folds, taking in as much of your juices as he could. You were like the finest honey he had ever tasted, with a sweet yet salty flavour. His assault on your dripping cunt sent you in a head spin. One hand gripping the side of the pool table while the other found perch tangled in Mingi’s short―but still pullable―hair. His fingers unlatched themselves from your plump thigh to your aching hole. You gulped feeling them dance around your entrance wanting nothing more than to feel full by them.

“You taste so much, good doll.” He hummed against your clit, slipping a finger inside you. “And you're squeezing my fingers, fuck. I can't get enough of you.” He moaned fucking your pussy with his tongue and fingers roughly. All morals have now gone out the window, if there were still any that is. He wanted you to cum, no, squirt all over him and the table so he could watch it drip onto the floor. He wanted to make you feel dirty in the best way possible. And as he added another finger deep inside your cunt, his prayers were answered. You squeezed your thighs shut against his head, rolling your hips on his tongue as he let you use him to finish. His fingers slow down in pace as your high comes to an end, and your juices gradually trickle out of you. When you were done, and your shaky legs loosen slightly, he stands up from his kneeling position with a big goofy grin on his dripping wet face.

Your face turns to a shade of red seeing you had squirted all over your lover's face, some of his wetting his vest. He didn’t mind though, in fact, all he wanted to do right now was get on the table and fuck your brains out. But alas he knew if you both were to stay here any longer, someone was bound to come looking for you. And Mingi balls deep inside you while railing you on a pool table doesn’t sound like something he would want his friends witnessing, or anyone for that matter.

So, he grabs your discarded pants off the floor to help you get dressed all the while he plans a skilled way to fuck you when you get back to the safe house. you give him a soft kiss on the cheek as a thank you, as he helps you off the table making sure not to fall from your jelly legs. “Well, I think we messed up the place enough.” You laughed gesturing to the broken furniture and men scattered in the large room.

“Yep, I think we messed it up very well.” Mingi’s voice was playful, making you question for a split second until you notice the little pool of liquid on the floor where you were sitting just minutes before. You quickly slap him on the chest, making Mingi holler out a good laugh before repeating. “I’m sorry, it's true.”

“Gross…” You replied.

- ♥︎

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑁 𝑁𝑂 𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝐴 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑃𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑍 𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅𝑆. 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝑃𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐼𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐿𝑌.

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alvojake · 1 month ago

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It's Okay | K.YS

「prompt」 : blood 「pairing」 : yeosang x fem!reader 「word count」 : 2k

「synopsis」 : during an intense encounter you and yeosang face a lot of difficult enemies, but can both of you come out unscathed?

「genre」 : angst, undercover cop au

「warnings」 : violence, usage of weapons, gun fight, mentions of blood, near-death experience, mentions of pregnancy, petnames (love, my love, baby...), lmk if I missed anything!!

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This mission was supposed to be an easy, in and out assignment where you and Yeosang just gathered intel on the suspects. Neither of you were supposed to engage with anyone. Just get in and get out, but then everything went downhill.

“Y/n!” The sound of his voice echoed in your ears as your body slumped into his, pain shooting through you like bolts of electricity and you started to wonder where it all went wrong.

But you already knew the answer.

“Agent Kang, Agent l/n. We have another mission for you.” Your chief explained the situation to the both of you, letting you know that it should be an easy assignment and that nothing should go wrong. “We just need to know their next move, then you can leave the rest to us.”

“Got it captain, when do we leave?” Yeosang asked, stepping forward as you stayed rooted in your spot just listening as you were already conducting a plan in your head.

“Tomorrow night.” Then with that he dismissed the both of you, allowing you time to formulate a plan.

“Y/n love, this is a simple mission, nothing can go wrong so I don’t know why you’re making an attack plan.” Yeosang sat down next to you, setting the cup of tea he had made for you down on the coffee table before reaching over and grabbing your hand.

“I know, I know, but I can’t help but worry Yeosang,” You sighed, pulling your glasses from your face and running your fingers through your hair, “plus it never hurts to be prepared.”

Yeosang smiled at you sweetly before lifting your hand placing a gentle kiss to the back of your knuckles, “you would think you’d be prepared for the end of the world with all the planning you do.” he teased causing you to roll your eyes even as a smile tugged on your lips, “now come on let's go to bed, we have a busy day ahead of us.”

So throwing all of the negative thoughts away you allowed him to pull you to your feet and towards your shared bedroom, you were sure he was right…

Nothing could go wrong, it was just a simple mission after all.

That night started easy, you and Yeosang managed to slip into the part unnoticed and mingled about, gaining the information that you needed. Despite the few uneasy looks that the both of you got from a few individuals nothing seemed to be afoot.

That was until you and Yeosang started to make your way out of the building.

“It’s a little early to be leaving the party don’t you think?” You both froze as the voice filled the hall, eyes searching the area and hands shooting for your concealed weapons, “now, now there’s no need for that. We just wanna have a lovely chat.”

Fear started to flood your senses the moment that you noticed that they had blocked any possible escape route and to top it all off each one was holding a gun and you were sure that the safety was turned off.

Yeosang grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to his side as his eyes scanned the men around you. If there was one thing he was certain about was that they did not wanna talk. Then just as he expected the leader raised his gun, pointing it right at the dark-haired male.

“Why are you here and who sent you?”

Your eyes continued to scan the hall hoping to find some kind of loophole, but were quick to look back at the man as soon as the sound of the gun cocking reached your ears.

“None ya and no one you should worry yourself about.” You sassed, hands on your hip, inches away from the holstered pistol attached to your thigh.

“Such a sharp tongue, lucky for you sweet cheeks I like that in my women.” He gave you a flirty smile that made you wanna claw your eyes out and Yeosang’s grip tightened on your body, a glare adorning his features.

“Sorry but she’s not available.” Yeosang spoke gravely, pulling his pistol out with quick and precise movements shooting the man in the chest and as soon as his body hit the ground all hell broke loose.

Shouting and the sounds of gunfire filled the hallway as you and Yeosang worked together to narrowly miss the flying bullets and take down each person one by one. You stood back to back, turning in a circle as you took out the last of the bunch and as soon as the last person dropped to the ground you felt as if you could breathe again.

“I’m sure that caught someone’s attention, so we need to go. Now.” You spoke, turning to look at Yeosang who was shoving his pistol back in the hostler.

“Right, come on the exit is this way.” He grabbed your hand as he turned, but just as he took a step forward it felt as if time had slowed down. One of the injured men had gotten up and aimed the gun right at Yeosang.

He yelled pulling the trigger and as if your natural instincts took over you flung your body right in front his Yeosang’s the bullet lodging itself in your back and into your chest. Pain shot through your body but you couldn’t cry out, but when coughed blood shot out of your mouth, dripping down your chin.

“Y/n!” Yeosang cried out, his voice echoing in your ears as your body slammed into his. In a frenzy he ripped the gun that was strapped to your thigh out shooting the man until he was sure he wouldn’t get back up.

Your vision was starting to grow fuzzy and you were sure that the bullet had just narrowly missed your heart, but had punctured your lung. The air around you seems to have grown thicker nearly making it impossible to breathe properly.

Then Yeosang appeared in your vision once more and you were grateful that he was okay, you wanted to reach out and tell him that it would be okay. That it would take more than some lousy bullet to take your life, but as the air grew thicker and your vision began to darken you started to become so unsure of your own words.

‘Was this how it ends?’

“Y/n! Baby, look at me!” Yeosang cried out as he took your body into his arms, but the moment he felt the wetness of your back and pulled his hand away to see blood he knew he was running on limited time. Quickly wiping his face free of any tears that had gathered he quickly picked your unmoving body into his arms, rushing for the exit.

It was a miracle that he made it back to the car without being detected and quickly strapped you into the passenger seat. His heart was hammering in his chest as he ripped his suit jacket off and tied it around your body hoping to quell the bleeding. Once he made sure that you were strapped in he quickly climbed into the driver's seat and peeled out of the parking lot, speeding down the streets in record time.

Once he was on the highway he dialed the chief's number before grabbing your hand into his, thumb rubbing soft circles on your knuckles.

“Agent Kang, have you finished the mission?” The chief asked and Yeosang couldn’t help but feel a tinge of anger flare in his body.

“Yes,” He responded curtly, “but y/n had been injured.” Yeosang’s eyes flickered over to you, praying that you would still be breathing when he arrived at the hospital.

“Well get agent l/n to the hospital and report to me if she doesn’t make it, I’ll have someone come collect the body.” The older man told Yeosang, not a hint of remorse in his tone which only angered the male more.

It was at that moment that he knew that if you made it out of this alive that neither of you would be going back to that agency.

“When she makes it out of this, we’re done.” Yeosang told the man coolly before hanging up, not giving the man a chance to respond. He released a shaky breath before squeezing your hand in his, “don’t worry love, we’re almost there.”

It had been hours since Yeosang had rushed into the hospital with your lifeless form in his arms and blood covering the entirety of his shirt. The doctors and nurses immediately rushed you to the operation room, while all Yeosang could do was stand back and watch, ignoring the stares he was getting from others.

He begged and begged the universe to let you make it out of this alive, that you would be okay and he would see your bright smile once more.

As more and more time passed the more anxious he grew, pacing the halls to the point you would have been sure that he burned holes into the souls of his shoes. Then the light turned off and the door opened.

“Family of y/n l/n.” The doctor called out and Yeosang was by his side in a heartbeat.

“Here! Is she alright doctor?” He asked, his heart beating furiously against his ribcage and a layer of sweat coated his forehead.

The doctor looked back down at the clipboard before looking at the dark-haired male, “the patient and the baby are both in stable condition, but we aren’t sure when she’ll wake up.”

Yeosang felt as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, you were okay. You and the baby were going to be okay.

Wait.

“Baby?” Yeosang asked in disbelief, tears brimming in his eyes.

“Yes, she’s about eleven weeks along and you’re both very lucky the fetus has survived seeing as it’s still weak at this stage.” The doctor explained, but his words after ‘yes’ fell on deaf ears as Yeosang leaned against the wall, knees suddenly weak.

Swallowing thickly he looked back at the doctor, “when can I see her?”

“As soon as she’s transferred to a patient's room.” He told the younger male who nodded and thanked him.

Two months had passed and you still showed no signs of waking up, but Yeosang never once left your side. Always there, taking care of you, talking to you, pleading with you to wake up soon.

And today wasn’t any different, he walked into your room after knocking even though he knew that you wouldn’t respond. He walked over to your bed, smiling softly as how pretty you looked before setting the container of food down on the table beside you.

“Hi my love,” He spoke softly as he took his seat next to you, his hands quickly finding yours, “I found us a new apartment out of the city and you should see the nursery, it's the perfect size for our baby.” A sad smile tugged on his lips as he spoke, fingers tightening around yours. “I haven’t touched it yet though, I want to decorate it with you because I know how you are with decorations.” He laughed softly as he recalled all of the times that you had grumbled about how he messed up your decorating, but the ordeal was soon forgotten as soon as his lips met yours.

Yeosang hadn’t even noticed that he was crying until the tears splattered on your intertwined hands. Sniffing, he sat up straight and wiped his face refusing to let you see him like this. However, the tears just continued to flow as his hands shook in yours.

“So hurry and wake up so we can put everything together, okay?” He asked, voice wavering as he took in your motionless form, his heart heavy with grief. “Please wake up y/n, I need you.”

Releasing one of your hands he laid it gently on the growing bump of your stomach, his breath hitching in his throat.

“We need you.”

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𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

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dreamlandcreations · 1 year ago

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The One That Got Away

modern gangster!Alfie Solomons x undercover cop!Reader

Summary: this prompt in this AU

Warnings: it's Alfie... so language, angst, fluff, mutual pining, enemies to lovers (sort of, not yet bc you know, idiots), you are hurt and Alfie is ready to kill anyone who was involved in it 🥰

You silently prayed he would keep his bad habit of working late so you could find him in his office at his first and favourite bar.

Sighing in relief when the back door opened after a few knocks, you barely held yourself up with one hand on the doorframe while your other palm pressed on the wound on your abdomen.

"What the fuck?" the man standing in front of you exclaimed so loudly you winced at the volume.

Before you could answer though, your remaining strength just left you and you ended up collapsing into his arms. The last thing you were aware of was his worried expression looking down at you.

Waking up to the doctor on Alfie's payroll stitching you up was not how you imagined your day would go. The gangster held you down as the doctor worked and you weren't spared from the questioning even in the midst of pain.

"What the fuck happened?" was Alfie's first question, not even waiting for an answer before the next followed with a growling tone that sent shivers down your spine. "Who did this to you?"

"Doesn't... matter," you wheezed, fighting to stay conscious.

"Doesn't matter?!" he exclaimed, his grip tightening.

"Not...your problem."

"Well, it is my bloody problem now, isn't it? With you fucking bleeding out on my fucking couch from a fucking bullet wound."

You grit your teeth as you answer. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."

He sighs and you could leave it at that but you know the man, if he doesn't get the answers from you, he will look elsewhere and you couldn't let that happen. You couldn't put him at risk.

As the doctor just finished, Alfie let you go, not anticipating that you'd try to stand up.

"I will get out of here and you can forget this ever happened," is all you could say before your knees buckled and you collapsed again.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!"

You wince at the yell as Alfie lifts you up and tells the doctor to get out. You expected him to put you back on the couch but he sits down with you, not letting you out of his arms.

He sighs again, trying to calm down, at least enough to get proper answers out of you. Then he huffs as you refuse to meet his eyes.

"You will tell me who shot you and I will take care of it," he murmurs his demand while pressing his forehead against the side of yours. At that you can't resist anymore, you look up at the man who made you question everything you ever believed in and once again, for the millionth time since you've known him, you are tempted to kiss him and if his flickering gaze is any indication, he might feel the same pull too.

Squirming in his lap results in a sharp stab of pain and you gasp before turning away, hiding your face against his bloodied shirt. He feels your tears but you don't make a sound, not even as he hugs you closer, trying to give you some comfort.

"I didn't want to drag you into this," is an apology and pleading at the same time, with the "he's a cop" as your final warning.

He doesn't care, not anymore. Alfie let you go once, it will not happen again. He will make sure you are safe, whatever it takes.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #modern au #modern!alfie solomons #modern! au #🌎#⚡#🧸#look i've finished something #sort of #I am not sure where I wanted to go with this when I began almost a year ago and I think it shows 🙈#my stuff #my fics

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andthekitchensinkao3 · 2 months ago

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Bits and Bobs, or the whole g-dabnit list of assorted fanfics by Yours Truly

Okay. Here goes.

A masterlist of all my fics? Here ya go!

Sorted by fandom, in alphabetical order. Whether it’s finished or a WiP will be pretty self-evident in the list, which will be updated as I go.

Baldur’s Gate (1)

A Promise Kept (13/13) also known as the BG3 fairytale mashup with Loki the TV series no one asked for.

A Lokius Fantasy Romance set in the BG3 universe, with all the fairytale tropes you can shake a stick at.

When Loki, youngest son of Odin Fraxinus of the Elder Tree, happens upon a charming former Paladin in Baldur’s Gate’s central market, his life is irrevocably changed. He hopes he’s finally found someone who’ll see him for who he truly is, and love him, body, mind and heart.

Unbeknownst to him, former Paladin Mobius not only has a troubled past, but an agenda of his own. Sent to spy on the Elder Trees’ host, Dyllard Portyr, for the tenday, Mobius is tasked to find out if he knows anything about Duke Ravengard’s disappearance. Or, if Odin does.

For, it is said, Odin once made a pact with a devil. A pact no one can discern the extent of, nor its ramifications in the present day.

But one thing is for certain: a promise kept is a promise fulfilled.

I’m posting this in a Series format on AO3, don’t ask me why.

Prologue (1/1)

Act 1: Love's Beginning (2/2)

Act 2: For Love or Duty (1/?)

Act 3: Love’s End (?/?)

Act 4: A Promise Fulfilled (?/?)

No, but literally. For every chapter I posted, it got fewer hits, likes and comments. It's now back as a multi-chaptered fic. Sigh.

Detroit: Become Human (26) (predominantly Hank/Connor RK800, but some Simon/Markus too)

Note: there’s 26 flippin’ fanfics in this category. I’m gonna add them over the weekend. In the meantime, click the fandom link to go to all of them. Below are a few of my own, personal favourites. If I can toot my own horn for a bit.

Metamorph (18/18) - my first ever DBH fic! HankCon, obviously. 137k, I kid you not. After a peaceful Android Revolution, Hank and Connor both try to navigate this new world they’re living in.

Silent Treatment (17/17) - in which the entire game plot is turned into a near-future sci-fi thriller. Go me!

The Knight and the Fool - fairytale mashup time! In which Hank is an old knight who goes to prove himself in a tourney, hoping to keep his farm running.

How to Create a Monster (10/10) - undercover high stakes, badass Connor, separate timelines and POVs.

Being Alive (19/19 ) - so I basically rewrote the whole HankCon third of the game, in a Reverse AU where Human!Cop Connor doesn’t smoke, is not a Gavin Reed knockoff, or “Hank” as played by Bryan Dechart instead of Clancy Brown.

Only You - A what-if spin and continuation on Being Alive, if that fic hadn’t had a happy ending.

Great Pretenders (1/1) - undercover shenanigans meet fake dating/fake relationship! Two of my fave tropes combined!

The Witch and the Werewolf - my prompt fill for a Halloween event. What it says on the tin, really. HankCon reimagined as a historical thriller with Sleepy Hollow vibes. And magic.

Spa Day (5/5) - Porn with Feels, in which Connor lovingly doms the heck outta Hank.

Loki (TV) (7-ish) (Loki/Mobius M. Mobius)

50 Years (1/1)

Between an ancient deity and an analyst with a heart of gold, 50 years isn’t nearly enough. It’s nothing. But it’s also more than long enough. And Loki has an idea for their fiftieth anniversary as lovers.

A Promise Kept - (a fairytale in four acts) A Lokius Fantasy Romance set in the BG3 universe, with all the fairytale tropes you can shake a stick at.

For, it is said, Odin once made a pact with a devil. A pact no one can discern the extent of, nor its ramifications in the present day.

But one thing is for certain: a promise kept is a promise fulfilled.

Loose Ends (6/?)

After the events of Tapestry of Time, Loki has his mind set on going back to Asgard. On his timeline, his branch, to either face the consequences of his actions, or discern Odin's role in everything that led up to his encounter with the Chitauri, and the assault on Manhattan.

Sledgehammer (2/2)

When an anonymous user sends an amateur porn clip to Loki’s TemPad, he doesn’t know what to think. Who sent it to him? Why? But he’s charmed by the easy swagger of a young Don leading the way into his bedroom, drawn in by his confident, laidback sex appeal.

But the longer he watches, the more difficult it is to stop. And once he’s watched the contents of the sex tape, there’s no turning back.

Question is how to keep going forward without inadvertently ruining his friendship with Mobius.

Tapestry of Time (10/10)

After the season finale, the TVA gang is left in a state of shock. None moreso than Mobius, who finds a note tucked into his breast pocket.

It says "I love you. Forgive me."

It changes everything, and sends Mobius on a quest to get Loki back, without dishonoring his sacrifice.

Turns out that's easier said than done.

Variations on the Theme of Us (2/?) - set in the same ‘universe’ as Sledgehammer, but after the events of that fic.

When Loki wants to do something nice for Mobius whether or not they have an actual anniversary coming up, he sneaks off to the Sacred Timeline on a whim.

Unbeknownst to him, the adult toy store he walks into is manned by none other than the Don of his combined wet dreams and nightmares. And Don? Spells all kinds of trouble.

Void (1/1)

Post-S2 finale, Mobius hacks his TemPad to recreate one of his own memories, and uses the time loop chamber thingie to relive it. Over. And over. And over again.

Person of Interest (1) (Reese/Finch)

How Not to Say I Love You (1/1)

When Reese and Finch go undercover to help a Number at a couples therapy weekend retreat, not everything is as it seems, and John has to navigate his own emotions while posing as someone whose situation hits too close to home.

#ao3 fanfic #lokius fanfic #dbh fanfic #hankcon #rinch fanfic #person of interest #poi #detroit become human #loki tv #time husbands

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desperatelyseekingcannibals · 1 year ago

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Undercover (Hannigram AU) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Mafia AU, Mafia boss Hannibal, undercover cop Will, Alpha Hannibal Lecter, Omega Will Graham, late presentation, late presenting Will Graham, surprise heat, multi-sex omega, true mates, infertility mentioned, vaginal sex, knotting, mating bite. Prompt Fill.

Mafia boss Hannibal corrupts cop Will. Though maybe that isn’t so difficult…

Undercover (3.7k words):

Will couldn’t catch his breath.

It had started before he arrived at the restaurant that acted as the Lecter family's front, but now as he made his way out to the private rooms out back, it worsened. He staggered forward, drawing the attention of the kitchen staff as he made his way through. When he finally broke through to the back hallway he stopped and doubled over. The sudden pain through his abdomen and all the way down to his crotch was searing. The pain made his legs automatically cross, and he ended up crouched on the ground.

This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t get sick right now. Whatever this was, it couldn’t happen.

As much as he tried to will away the pain, he had to acknowledge that he could barely stand. He shouldn’t have come. As soon as he started to feel unwell he should have turned around, this left him compromised, it could endanger his operation.

He looked up and down the hallway, trying to remember where the fire exit was, but his mind was foggy. If he could get back outside, back to his car…

Then what? Who could he call?

He’d been undercover for almost eight months. Deep cover.

The only people in his life were the people he was surveilling, the people he’d grown close to as he infiltrated the mafia organisation headed by the Lecter familia. If he were really one of them then it would be Hannibal that he’d call, now that they were so close. A closeness that hadn’t been anticipated but Will had welcomed for the sake of his operation.

But that connection wasn’t real. Not really. It was a facade, even if it didn’t really feel that way. If Hannibal knew who he really was, he’d be dead. Being sick could leave him vulnerable. What if he lost cognition? What if he passed out and lost his senses and blew his cover?

His only choice was to get out and call his handler. Not ideal, every contact, especially an unscheduled one, could result in his cover being compromised.

Maybe if he made it to the car he’d feel better. Get some fresh air. Maybe this was nothing.

Wincing at the pain, Will stood, leaning against the wall as he took a step, before doubling over again. And then everything went dark.

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#myfic #hannibal #hannigram #fanfic #mafia au #omegaverse #alpha/omega #alpha hannibal #omega will graham

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starmanskywalker · 2 years ago

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knowing me, knowing you • anakin skywalker x reader

ayyyyy here's the wip i was talking about !! 🤠 synopsis: modern!au, cop!au. you and Anakin are assigned a mission that forces you both to come to terms with the past.

first of all: acab. second of all: everything i know about police hierarchy, guns or laws is what i learned from brooklyn nine nine and wikihow lol please take this for what it is: filth with (confused) feelings ❤️

as always, +18 only. and my askbox is always open for new prompts.

tags: exhibitionism, drug use (not by the main characters), shootings, violence, unethical + totally unrealistic shooting lessons, tough breakups, undercover cops doing very shady things, this doesn’t have the happiest of endings, i kinda miss songfics and you can tell by this work

word count: 4.821

You nervously fiddle with the fragile fabric of the flimsy, short shiny dress you wear under your oversized fake fur coat as your Uber drives to the nefarious destination of that night’s mission. You notice the driver shoots you some glances as if to coyly tell you he knew what your job was, when in reality, you knew he didn’t know shit.

The anticipation that bubbled in your stomach had nothing to do with the place you were about to go or the people you were eventually supposed to arrest, but instead it had to do with who was supposed to arrest these people alongside you. Captain Windu was quite kind not to assign any missions for the both of you since the incident, but according to him, no other profiles fit the assignment as well as you and Detective Skywalker’s.

Bullshit. You knew this was Mace’s way of making you overcome by force whichever discomfort still left by your and Anakin’s breakup and putting a halt to the fruitless and neverending bickering sponsored by the precinct’s once dream couple every time someone paired you in anything together. Since you two parted ways, work life with Skywalker became unbearable to the point you considered asking Mace for a move, something Obi-Wan, your precinct’s sergeant, vehemently discouraged you to. You eventually gave in and stayed, colleagues eventually learning not to put you in the same room except in full-team briefings, but you could tell Mace was tired - no, exhausted - of dealing with whatever was going on between you.

The script’s fairly simple: you, the new girl at the Zygerria nightclub, will catch Lars' - Anakin’s - attention, who will try to negotiate with your target (who goes by Jango Fett, according to the investigation) for a night with you using a shit ton of state-owned cocaine as his hand in the deal. Of course this was far from a one night only operation because Lars had to earn their trust, and so did you. You got in your best shape in years, actually learned to pole dance, do a mean routine to N.E.R.D’s “Hypnotize U” and survive inside of a very female-unfriendly place/business; all while reporting your progress to Obi-Wan at the end of the day.

Again: the fact that this night was decisive for the sting didn’t bother you at all. This was far from your first rodeo and your reputation in the precinct preceded you. The fact that it relied so much on you getting that intimate with Anakin after all that you’ve been through is what does.

Seeing him still emotionally and physically hurt, despite the many months that passed since your relationship ended. You haven’t fucked anyone else since (which definitely wasn’t his case, judging by how cozy he was with Detective Amidala lately), and you felt like it genuinely ruined you in the matters of romance and flirting. Not that you were particularly good at it from the start, but loving Anakin was easy, inevitable. You weren’t actively searching for it, or anything really, yet he found you and struck you like lightning; leaving permanent bolt-shaped burns in your skin as the electricity and warmth gave place to resentment and mutual isolation the moment you realized you had totally different perspectives for your futures and Anakin was selfish and petulant as a child.

The car arrives at Zygerria. You take a deep breath and exit the car unceremoniously, after tipping the driver generously even if he wasn’t the warmest - that’s precisely what you needed on a night like this. You arrive way more quietly than you usually do, attributing your slight change of demeanor for your closest girls and bartenders to a bad breakup.

Which was kinda the truth, to be honest.

You store your purse and coat in one of the lockers before fixing your makeup in order to look irresistible for the men and occasional women that occupied the nightclub’s lounge - or perhaps for the one man in particular you hoped that night was as hard for as it was for you. The fabric barely covering your skin, despite being very light and allowing the wind to blow all over your body, accentuated your curves beautifully and bore within its confines the promise of showing more than it should every step you took.

As you walk around the lounge, you gently and charmingly dodge eager bystanders, their touches and their beckonings as you look for Lars. You wonder what he smells like tonight - his “special evenings” perfume, maybe? The one that penetrated your skin and your senses like a tattoo every morning you woke up by his side?

How is that in any way an important question to ask yourself, anyway?

After spending the time you did with the other girls, you can’t help but think of how much of a lovestruck, abandoned-by-her-businessman-lover stripper vibe you’re giving out through your behavior. But you were a woman on a mission. Literally. You look for him furtively and in every corner of the room your eyes can reach.

The moment your eyes reach his you can notice him getting steadily into the character. You’ve met many Anakins throughout your personal and professional life, having not met Lars yet makes the pit inside your stomach grow a few inches wider in anxiety. You stride towards the bar and ask for a Moscow Mule in order to calm your nerves as he walks towards you.

What killed you a bit too about doing this with him again was the fact that Anakin was so fun to work with in operations like these. He tried new accents all the time and succeeded in using them, he was always experimenting with makeup, wigs… he was a master of disguises and you could always tell this was an aspect of the job he particularly enjoyed. This time, though, he was barefaced expect for the fact he covered the scar that crossed his eyes; he opted for a shorter, clean-cut haircut that, paired with a very fucking expensive and precisely tailored designer suit he was wearing, exuded power and money to every other human being that got the opportunity to shoot him a look, which every other girl did take.

Before they could have the chance to swarm him like moths, he reaches you with that smirk of his, which you felt wasn’t exactly real. This thought shouldn’t cause you the pain it still does. “Hey, darling.” Slight Scandinavian accent. Of course, Lars is a very Scandinavian name. His voice was slightly deeper than you remembered. Needless to say, it’s been a while since you heard his voice given that you’ve grown distant, choosing silence over animosity as the circumstances surrounding you gave you exactly what you thought you needed: space. You couldn’t tell if he deepened his voice on purpose for this role or if his cigarette habit came with a vengeance since you broke up with him. “Haven’t seen you here before.”

“Hey,” you did your best to keep up with him. You were no Viola Davis, but you did your best. “How’s your night going, Mr…”

“Sjöberg. Lars Sjöberg.” He takes your hand in his and places a gentle kiss in it. You can feel time freeze and sparks fly around your characters. “To be honest with you, I think I could use better company to spend it with. You seem just perfect. What's your name?”

“I’m Mel.”

“Short for Melanie?”

“The word for honey in many languages, actually.”

“I see.” He chuckles. After he asks the bartender for a glass of whiskey, he whispers in your ear: “I know you taste just as sweet.”

You blush furiously at his choice of words, especially his picking of “I know you taste just as sweet” over “I guess you taste just as sweet” in a scenario like this, and you can swear that for the first time in years you could hear his accent falter in the middle of a mission. It was just for the authenticity of your reaction, you remind yourself. Thankfully the Moscow Mule arrives just in time for you to swallow some large gulps before you answer your fellow detective: “Our club overlooks a lot of things, Mr. Sjöberg. But in order to find out how I taste, you gotta see how I move, first. And reward me generously for it.”

The distance between your bodies becomes smaller too quickly for you to register precisely how, and you now feel his warm breath on your neck. “I’ll take whatever you're willing to give me”, he mumbles, before leaving the naughtiest and most discreet of kisses in your skin. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Shit. You almost forgot how smooth Anakin could be sometimes. You down the rest of that liquid courage before your perfectly manicured nails trace his chest seductively: “Want to go somewhere more private?”

Anakin’s legs are splayed wide over the lavish, purple sofa of the VIP room alcove. He holds his drink firmly with one hand as the other rests in his thigh; his expression enigmatic while you give him a lap dance to Chloe x Halle’s “Ungodly Hour”. You adjust your choreography to surreptitiously communicate with him, your moving body dangerously close to his. He swallows thickly at the proximity.

“Where did you place your gun?” He whispers, one finger gently moving a lock of your hair out of the way in order for Lars to get a better look at your glimmering chest.

“Precisely where I’ll need it to be when we’re there. I know this place from the inside out by now.”

His unoccupied hand traces your waist and your back in a featherlight caress. You shiver at the familiarity of it. “Good. I don’t feel like making a spectacle of Jango’s arrest tonight. Ideally, everything will happen very swiftly.”

“Oh, it’ll be a spectacle from start to finish, Mr. Sjöberg. Specially if we fuck it up. How many briefings did you miss in order to spend more time with Amidala?” You ask him with a bit more venom than necessary – your entire question didn’t have the necessity to be made, actually. You just let it out out of spite.

In order to distance yourself from his touch but also make sure you weren’t being heard, you peek out of the alcove. No burly men in sight. You take a deep breath before returning to your routine.

Anakin dodges the question and your unnecessary (?) bitterness. “What do you mean we can’t make it discreet?”

You huff in annoyance at his lack of preparation. “We can, but I told you plenty of times that Jango's room is full of his own bugs from the floor to the roof. We’ll face an entire army if we’re not cautious enough, and we’ll have to entertain him in order to get what we need.”

“Do we even have the backup for this?”

“Of course we do! Plenty! Do you think I’m an idiot? And do you even remember what we’re supposed to do to get him to do what we want?”

It’s true what they say about breakups: you tend to only remember the nicer things in your relationship whenever the yearning hits. Well, you were just reminded of one thing that was deeply annoying about Anakin and working with him: he was too sure of himself to stick or pay attention to plans. His silence is the answer you need. “Fuck, Anakin.” Your face wrinkles in irritation. “The moment we go there and you make your bid for me, he’ll probably ask me to give you a trial. We’ll then give him something to look at - he’s a perv. He’ll love that.”

You sit on his lap and unabashedly grind against him to the rhythm of the song - knowing he’s unable to do anything about it, that’s the best way you can find to get your revenge on his recklessness all while teasing what’ll come further in the night. And it’s surprisingly on character too.

The breath that rushes from Lars is a sharp one; you can see how his pupils dilate, hear the pattern shift in his breathing. He palms your hips in order to keep the movement steady. “Just like that.” You moan, already disarmingly wet by the indirect and clothed friction of his already rock-hard cock against your pulsating clit. “He’ll turn all systems off because he’ll want the sights and… and sounds all to himself,” you explain, both of your bodies quickly overtaken by the desire you two still have for each other. “And he’ll excuse his men from the room.”

“How do you know that?” He groans and you feel his grip on your hips tighten.

“I just do,” you limit yourself to answer. “Unlike some, I do my research.”

And just before you get to the point of no return, one of Jango’s henchmen arrive to pull off the brakes in your interaction, making you briskly get off Anakin’s lap. Skywalker tries to hide his crystal clear excitement at having you on top of him after so long. “Sir, sorry to interrupt, but if you want to play, you’ll have to pay.”

“‘f course,” he answers, trying to recompose himself. “I do want her for a night, Rex. Can we arrange that?”

“Always, sir.”

“Good to see you again, friend.” Jango Fett greets Lars with a wide smile on his face and an enthusiastic handshake. Judging by how reserved Fett usually was, you deduce Anakin did a great job at making Jango warm up to him. Or, like many men in this world who only love women in a certain kind of way, he was only able to show true affection for other men.

He takes his seat behind the lush marble table now separating him and his “Swedish” acquaintance. Anakin follows, taking the seat in front of him while you stand still in one of the corners of the [stereotypically, really] opulent room, close to where Rex and Cody also stood. You’re glad that on your way to Fett’s “office” you got to fetch your coat again, because it was eerily cold too. “So you’re interested in my new girl.”

You found it fascinating how he talked about you as if you weren’t even there. Lars takes a good look at you as if to make his point even more clearer. “Very.”

Jango’s eyebrows raise in amusement. He thinks you got lucky. “Well, I do work with the finest product this city has to offer. Rates might be a little higher than you’d expect them to be. What price can you pay for exclusivity?”

Lars pushes a small bag of cocaine in Jango’s direction. “Purest you’ll ever come across.”

Jango opens the bag, collecting a small sample with a nearby key and snorting it with the precision of a pro. Judging by how hard it hits him, Lars is definitely telling the truth. “Shit. That’s fucking diamond.” Fett wipes his nose, stunned, leaning back against the chair with a sigh. “How did you get it?”

“I have my contacts.”

“How much?”

“88 pounds.”

“Don’t fucking play me. Just like that? All with me in mind?”

“I’ve had my eyes on Mel for a while.” Anakin beckons you to sit on his lap, keeping his composure flawlessly intact at the slightest hint of Jango’s cocaine-fueled change of heart. You stride towards him and follow his unspoken command. “All with her in mind.”

“That’s fair. Fuck, she’s one lucky bitch.” Jango fills a cup with whiskey and downs it fast, not bothering to think too much. Perhaps Anakin’s signaling of complete confidence helped here. Jango could smell fear and anxiety - he bragged over and over about all the undercover cops he dodged or killed. “Show him what you can do, baby. You're worth it.”

“How can I prove to you I’m worth the investment, Mr. Sjöberg?” You ask Anakin, your voice deviantly silky.

“How about we finish what we started down there?” His voice is raspy with need. “Hey, Fett, care to give us a little privacy? Your men, I mean. Too crowded.”

“C’mon, a trial’s a trial. These men have seen way more scandalous things.” Fett scoffs, the chemical hyper confidence doing wonders to his system. Anakin’s eyes quickly meet yours in worry. “Do you mind watching, boys?”

“Not at all, sir.” Cody replies, his tone scornful.

“See?”

Welp, your thorough research just bite you beautifully in the ass. Anakin will probably give you hell for this.

“Is anyone else going to appear?” Anakin asks Jango, his hand caressing your leg while you see the gears in his head turning.

“Not unless you change your mind and want them to.”

“I don’t. Just to be sure.” Your colleague manhandles you so you can straddle him in front of the men. “C’mon baby. Think you can do this for me?”

“Of course. ‘s my job.” You reply, bending your knees slightly and straightening them again, rubbing up against the bulge in Skywalker’s pants, feeling your heart skip a couple of beats at the contact and at the fact that the three other men in the room are eyeing you just as hungrily as Anakin is.

As you sway your hips experimentally against his cock, the proximity allows him to feel you brought the best kind of protection with you inside your coat: your gun. A little more confident with the change of plans he’s designing in his head, he mutters, expecting you to understand where he’s getting at while his fingers coyly caress the weapon hidden in your hips: “Don’t be shy. Rex and Cody are probably wishing you took care of them.”

Jango chuckles. You answer, in a very low whisper. “Would you let me take care of them while you and Jango watch?” You indeed get where he’s getting at.

“Sharing is caring. Think you really could do it?” Anakin felt himself growing harder in his own pants with each roll of your hips and he couldn’t deny that even though the real implication was that you were about to shoot these two men, the fantasy of seeing you ruined by them wasn’t one Anakin was completely against, but that’s something he’d keep to himself to his grave. The fact that you were doing this right now, and in front of such dangerous people nonetheless, was already too much to process.

“Yes. But I want to give them a show first.” Understanding that you indeed needed them to be distracted - and this was a golden opportunity to give in to some of your most reprehensible kinks, too, because why not? - you press your face into his neck while he holds your hips tightly. This was all the incentive Skywalker needed to keep going.

Earnestly, you keep rolling his hips over and over again back into the bulge in Anakin’s pants, eliciting escalating moans from him. He motions for you to stop your movements and before you can reach the small gun you have on you, he asks you: “May I?” Motioning to move your very delicate panties away from your core.

He wanted to fuck you in front of them before the arrest took place. Claim his territory.

He was having way too much fun with this. And fuck it - so were you.

“Anything you want, Lars.”

You help him to free his dick from its fabric confines without leaving him completely naked from the waist down - your big ass coat sizeable enough to conceal his reallocation of his gun - and you tremble above him as he drags the tip of his cock against your pussy. “Fett, fuck, can everyone listen and see what’s going on here? Now that I mind.” He feigns worry.

Shit. The bugs. You were so drunk with lust you almost forgot about them. So hypocritical of you.

“No, Lars.” Anakin notices Fett pressing some buttons and he hopes he turned his microphones and cameras off. “Sorry about that. Go on. No one but us can see or hear you now.”

“Thank you. Three's already a crowd.” Skywalker sighs, basking at the sight of the trail of wetness leaving your fingers as you accommodate him a little better inside of you. You lowered yourself on his cock pornographically, a very indecent moan escaping from your lips as a result of you two finally joining in one. Anakin shoos you. He missed seeing himself disappear in your welcoming, dripping cunt; you took him so well even after all this time.

Your lips freeze in a silent ‘O’ and your eyebrows tighten as you adjust to his considerable size once again. “You’re so fucking tight, princess. Take your time.” His lips hover over yours in a silent promise of a kiss as he turns a loose strand of your hair away from your face in a gentle gesture. You reach his mouth, fulfilling it, and after a lustful swirling of tongues that leave you lightheaded, you bite his lower lip playfully as you slowly start to ride him and the uncomfortable stretch gradually gives place to mind-numbing pleasure.

“Fuck, Mr. Sjöberg,” you sigh, pleasure heightened at the sight of Rex and Cody palming themselves to the vision unfolding in front of them. “You feel so good.” And God knows you truly meant it. After he teases you just enough for you to remember his size, both of his hands cup your asscheeks so he can fuck you deeper and properly, making you gasp at the adjustment of pace. You bury his face in your neck once again so you keep yourself from getting too loud at the heavenly invasion his cock is bestowing on you.

Your nails press against his tanned skin in a quiet plea to just keep going. While you feel the grasp you have in the situation is slipping away, you couldn’t have asked for a better way to lose control. “Listen,” he struggles to whisper between ragged breaths as your walls stimulate him for all he’s worth. “I wanna try something. Put your hand back where it was, love.”

“Okay,” you answer, a bit unsure of what he’s trying to do while you wrap your fingers around your gun again. It’s hard to think clearly when you’re as cockdrunk as you are. You could even be afraid that Jango and his cronies would be suspicious of the dialogue between you and Anakin, but given how concentrated they were in how your bodies clashed against each other in a desperate pursuit for release, you doubted they were going to do something about it. “Alright.”

“Remember our practice in California?” He lowers his whisper even more in order to make sure he’s not being heard clearly; for them to think his words are sweet nothings only as he buries himself inside of you again and again. It couldn’t be further from reality. “Put it to good use in 5…”

Ah yes, the time you and Anakin got sent to arrest Asajj Ventress.

You missed 12 shots before you got lucky enough to get your hands on her. She was your first higher profile arrest, though far from being your brightest.

Anakin, still your boyfriend at the time, promised he would rent a shooting range for an entire weekend just for the two of you. You felt a bit humiliated at first, but you knew it was necessary; he was the kindest at suggesting it and making his promise come true too, which made it easier for you to accept.

“4…” You’re scared shitless of the fact that you aren't able to do much more than take him, moaning out every time he pushes into you again. Whining at the loss of him when he pulls back. How the fuck were you supposed to incapacitate Rex and Cody?

“The most important thing along with being steady is to focus regardless of what’s going on around you or with you. Allow me to demonstrate.”

Of course there was a reason he wanted the range just to have the two of you in it.

Anakin Skywalker slowly worked your pants and panties down your thighs, spreading small kisses over feverish, eager flesh. By the time he had you trembling in anticipation and unable to keep his eyes off his, and before he buried his face between your legs, he gave you a devilish smirk. “Eyes up. I need you to be focused.”

“3…” You tried hard to piece two and two together while feeling the wetness between your thighs and hearing the sweet slick sounds of his cock moving so easily inside you.

You obey, sighing at the subsequent contact of his tongue and talented lips against your soaked cunt. His movements were experimental, unhurried yet immensely powerful. A drop of sweat slid down your face as you picked up your gun, keeping your finger outside the trigger guard, extended straight and flat on the side of the guard. “Ready,” he croaks between drags of his tongue against your most sensitive spot. You hold your weapon in the firing-ready position, nodding to yourself in reassurance.

“2…” Heat and the musky, spicy scent that is pure Anakin surrounds your senses. Pressing against your chest and filling your nose while his filthy words fill your ears like an overwhelmingly good version of white noise.

“Steady,” His warm and wide hands grasped at your asscheeks as he kept laving over your clit just fast enough to bring you steadily closer to climax, making your legs part even wider and your attention become even more split between the entity kneeled below you and the targets in front of you. You were unashamedly whining at the stimulation, resisting the painfully strong urge to close your eyes and let go. But you wouldn’t and couldn’t let him down.

“1…”

He pressed his tongue hard against your clit and dragged slowly upward, fingers digging into your butt to keep you skin tight close to him, and you came undone.

“Fire.”

To your utter befuddlement, the target dummy was never shot with such precision.

Just like Rex and Cody’s shoulders. Anakin just came deep inside of you while pointing his gun at a completely fucked up Jango, whose post-nut clarity hasn’t quite landed yet. “Jango Fett, you are now under arrest.” He uttered through heavy breaths, giving you a chaste kiss before you got off his lap and fixed yourself as much as you could in literal seconds. Your legs are still slightly trembling as you stride towards the injured men, cuffing them with cable ties you also hid in your coat after you kick their guns away. You throw one at Anakin so he finishes the job with his past acquaintance.

After he finishes reciting Jango’s Miranda Rights and listing all of the charges that led to his arrest, he tells the man, not taking his eyes off you: “You were right about one thing, actually. She’s sure worth it.”

The shared ride home is eerily quiet - just like the rest of the aftermath. You expected more bickering over the things that could’ve went wrong: ifs, buts, but nothing came.

And you hated that even more. But as fun as the mission was, there was no turning back to what you once had. Everyone probably thought that the fighting was just repressed desire to go back to each other’s arms, and maybe it was, but it was also a lot of unresolved pain that made you crystal clear that even though Anakin made you happy in so many ways, you were like a wishing well to his bolt of electricity, like Fiona Apple once wrote.

The words to her song Werewolf echoed repeatedly in your head.

We could still support each other, all we gotta do is avoid each other. Nothing wrong when a song ends in the minor key.

“What did you do in order to earn their trust and admiration like that?” Anakin’s voice breaks after a considerable time of not using it.

“What I had to do. Why do you care? We got the job done.” You answer apathetically.

He sighs, keeping any further words to himself.

“It was just a job.” He states, more in order to convince himself of that than to convince you. You feel like there’s more to come but you stop him dead in his tracks.

“It was just a job.” You answer in a reassuringly firm manner, grabbing your headphones and using sound to drown out the quiet.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker smut #reader insert #star wars fanfiction #smut

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rufferto9 · 7 months ago

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Undercover Cops

Bingo: Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3, Square filled B3, prompt: Brooklyn Dodgers, card number SB3017 Bingo: Stucky Bingo Round 5, Square filled: O1, prompt: Disguises, card number 5002 Pairing: Steve Rogers & BuckyBarnes Title : Undercover Cops Warnings: No archive warnings apply. Rating: Teen Tags: Alternate Universe, Brooklyn 9-9 AU, Detectives, Dressing up, partners. Summary: Seasoned partners Steve Rogers and Bucky barnes are detectives in Brooklyn 9-9 police department. They've got to catch a baseball coach in the act and have decided to dress up as baseball players. Bucky's always trying to yank Steve's chain and Steve's always trying to prove himself. Unfortunately all the precinct had were old uniforms from when the dodgers were in Brooklyn. One day Steve's gonna say yes just to wipe that smirk off of Bucky's face. In the meantime they have to arrest the coach.

#stucky #steve rogers/bucky barnes #detectives #brooklyn 9-9 crossover #steverogersbingoround3 #stuckybingoround5

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madmanwonder · 1 year ago

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Crossover dc x my hero academia.

Mafia AU x undercover cop AU x yandere AU.

Izuku midoriya x hippolyta

Izuku is a rookie cop sent to investigate a mafia group called themyscira, so he went undercover as a new member.

One day he was called to the office of "queen" hippolyta, and she tells him that she knows he's a cop and shows him the information that was gathered.

He ask her since when did she knew... and reveals that this information she had it for YEARS before he graduated the academy. And she gives him an ultimatum: become her husband, or her pet.

For this to work, she took the trouble to fake his death without him noticing.

It was bad. Very bad.

Izuku Midoriya, undercover cop find himself looking at the face of Queenpin Hippolyta, Boss of the Amazon Syndicate, her lips formed into a small polite smile but her eyes held dark, dead, cold gaze that oozes amusement and twisted obsession.

Hippolyta: Mr.Midoriya. You've two choices here *Look at Izuku with disturbing intensity* Be my husband...or be my pet. Before you do any outside of being my husband or pet. I've my people fake your death

He breaks into cold sweat as he realized he was doom of being this madwoman husband/slave/pet for the rest of his natural life until death grant him freedom...which he doubt.

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yuletide 2024

dear yuletide writer,

hello and happy yuletide! thanks for checking out my letter, whether you’re my writer, someone looking to write some treats, or you’re just curious. i’m pretty easy to please and i always try to leave comments befitting the effort you’ve gone to write me something, because i’m well aware that managing to write anything is incredibly tough.

all of the prompts below are merely suggestions, jumping off points for if you’re struggling to come up with anything. if you’ve got something else that you’re excited to write about, go right ahead. trust me, i’ll happily read it, no matter how out there it might be.

and, most importantly, have fun!

+ treats are very welcome and much appreciated.

++ this is easily my longest letter yet. sorry about that.

general likes:

dysfunctional relationships eg. codependency, messed up father/son dynamics, enemies to lovers (with or without the friend step in the middle), power imbalances, age gaps

unexpected team ups with unlikely characters OR bottle episodes as fic where characters are stuck together in a place/room, unable to leave

vulnerability in men, uncertain intimacy, UST, slow burns first times, forehead kisses, emphasis on hands and touch, touch starved characters, tough love as a means of showing affection

canon divergence and what-if fics, missing scenes, post-canon, fix-it fics, outsider POV, character studies over purely plot driven fics, go way weirder if you like as long as it still feels in universe

bonding through shared trauma—bonus if that leads to messy codependency, PTSD, redemption arcs, found family tropes, difficult family relationships, characters that can’t seem to stay away from each other

supernatural horror, magical realism, cosmic horror, body horror, gothic horror, noir tropes, dark humour, monsters of any kind, ghosts, time loops

size difference, age difference, rough manhandling, competence kink, incompetence kink, loyalty kink, praise kink, pilot kink, clothes sharing, cigarette sharing, character studies as porn, breathplay, clothed sex, rough sex, biting, hair pulling, awkward sex, crying especially during sex, blunt communication between sexual partners

angst (with or without a happy ending) and hurt/comfort fics (heavy on the hurt)

polyamory—especially when an established couple brings in a third, and the journey towards getting it to work

consent issues in terms of characters having sex for reasons that aren’t just straight up attraction, such as for comfort, loneliness, thinking it’s what the other person wants, hero worship, being undercover, previous emotional and personal baggage, a difficult family history leading to messed up dynamics with other parental figures, avoidance of bigger problems

soulmate and daemon fics (this is mostly fandom specific, see prompts for more info)

any rating from gen to porn

DNWs:

AUs that are completely disconnected from canon e.g. high school and coffee shop AUs

crossovers with other fandoms

genderbending, trans headcanons, and asexual headcanons

extreme feminisation of male characters

fics that are entirely tooth rotting fluff

permanent character death and terminal illness (temporary death, ghosts, resurrections are all fine though)

A/B/O fics

scat/watersports

mpreg

first person fics, crackfic, chatfic, songfic, and reader inserts

the departed (2006)

*billy costigan *sean dignam

one of my favourite films ever. i request it every year so you can't really go wrong with this. trust me, i will devour anything you write for these two.

my number one love is dignam. i love his filthy mouthed defense of his undercovers (which includes billy) and his obvious loyalty towards the job and his partnership with queenan. i get a lot of enjoyment from how much he seems to hate sullivan on vibes alone. he’s basically got legend status in both the cop world and the criminal world, and i would be very interested in seeing how and why that came to be.

i have a vague headcanon that dignam was once a younger undercover who got out somehow, and since that rarely happens cleanly i can see a lot of potential for a fic that delves into the trauma of that, and how it relates to billy’s time undercover—which definitely DOES NOT end cleanly.

billy spends the entire film struggling with repressed violent tendencies, crippling isolation, constantly being reminded of and compared to his well-liked father (his uncle and cousin too, but less favourably), and having to juggle various different identities to the point where he doesn’t know which one is real anymore. all of which are themes i would also love to see be explored further.

and obviously i am fascinated by every interaction between these two. from dignam’s attack dog interview tactics, which are fully designed to verbally tenderise billy. dignam expertly reading and needling every one of billy’s weak spots, tearing him down to nothing, ready for queenan’s slightly softer good cop approach meant to reshape him to fit their purpose. to the very rare moments where dignam actually softens too (we need you, pal and my personal favourite why don’t we meet up, sweetheart. let me buy you an ice cream), all leading up to the ultimate loyalty moment of dignam killing sullivan at the end as revenge for billy’s death (and probably queenan too.)

i have written a couple of departed fics myself, centred around shipping costigan/dignam. but in all honesty, i would be happy with anything involving them both. shipping is preferred but whatever you are comfortable with is fine. due to the nature of the film, i am perfectly comfortable with physical violence and the screwed up relationship they are bound to have. the friction born of the situation they are in vs the fact that they need each other to get through this is what i am all about.

prompts:

i have already promised my eternal gratitude to a previous gifter who wrote me a wonderfully odd fic for this prompt. so i can only offer something lesser like an arm or a leg if you write me another fic that incorporates the why don’t we meet up, sweetheart. let me buy you an ice cream line. if you can make that happen in-universe, during the time billy is still undercover, my arm and/or leg is yours to do with what you wish.

any fic where billy survives is always welcome. whether it centres around the very real consequences of taking a bullet to the head, the recovery period that follows, and the long term future billy is looking down barrel of. OR billy never takes the bullet. maybe dignam shows up in time and a mexican standoff in the elevator goes very differently.

maybe some kind of role reversal where instead of madolyn being billy’s therapist point of contact outside of both the cop world and the criminal world, billy could show up on dignam’s doorstep looking for some of the world’s worst therapy. if dignam was a previous undercover, it could be perfect for some trauma bonding.

i’ve always been of the opinion that a time loop fic could work well with this. whether it’s billy having the knowledge to avoid his ending (only for an actual good ending still being hard to get), dignam feeling guilty for not answering billy’s calls by the end and wanting to fix both billy’s outcome and queenan’s. OR maybe go really wild and have an outsider POV stuck in a loop, someone striving for their own personal outcome that somehow also benefits billy’s and/or dignam’s fate, like sullivan or queenan.

as i said in my general likes i think some kind of soulmate or daemon fic could be very interesting in a world where undercover work is the setting. billy and dignam having each other’s names on their person could lend itself to some interesting scenarios. just imagine the interview scene with that fact in dignam’s back pocket. and something about daemons being a true reflection of souls really appeals to me when dropped into these circumstances. bonus points here if you twist or subvert these tropes into some unusual take on them.

slow horses (tv)

*river cartwright *jackson lamb

first of all, i’ll definitely be all caught up on the show by the time that yuletide goes live, so no worries there. i’m also currently reading through the first book and will probably continue after that. feel free to throw in some later book canon if you feel you need to, i’m not too bothered by spoilers, but i am mostly familiar with the show canon and the characterisation we’ve been shown so far.

so from what i can gather most people seem to view these two purely through the lense of a father/son relationship. and while i definitely see it and agree it’s there, it doesn’t exactly stop me from being interested in the shipping potential. honestly, river’s slew of mother issues, father issues, grandfather issues, and so on…combined with the reluctant hero worship and the unwanted mentor/mentee relationship, the vaguely father/son relationship he has with lamb just makes the whole dynamic way more deliciously dense for me.

i am fascinated by all the history lamb has with river’s grandfather, both the personal and the work related, and how that ultimately affects how he views river. i love the reality of lamb slowly divorcing the preconceptions and assumptions he first has about river being just the grandson of the OB who fucked up majorly on the job, to lamb seeing river as his very own messed up individual who fucked up on the job. BUT ALSO as someone who still continues to do good and always strives to do better. as two opposing characters, i very much enjoy that dichotomy of river working so hard to escape slough house and lamb barely working to stay where he is.

i’m a massive fan of loyalty in characters, especially when they try so hard to hide the fact that they care, so obviously i love lamb’s fierce defense of his joes, all while constantly berating them and making sure they know they’re losers. which also brings me to river’s coin flip bouts of competence and incompetence as a spy, both of which delight me in equal measure, just as much as it delights me to see lamb’s reaction to both extremes. on top of that, pretty much any time that river gets roughed up and bloody, i cheer and gleefully drink it up.

i love the spy craft elements of this universe, the blend of the old world and the more modern practises, depending on the generation of spy doing the spying. also, just the unrelenting bureaucracy of the job and how being a slow horse puts them right at the bottom of the totem pole, as i’m always pulling for the underdogs in any story.

i enjoy every other character doomed to work at slough house (particularly river’s work buddie louisa, standish’s motherly concern and her own history with both river and lamb, and shirley just because), along with taverner, spider, and even duffy. if any one of them were to show up in something here, i would be a-okay with that. just remember i’m mostly familiar with the show.

prompts:

as i said above, i do ship it and i would be over the moon to receive a gift that manages to craft a believable, in character reason for these two to fuck. i’m envisioning any one of the scenarios i mentioned in the consent issues paragraph from my general likes. from hero worship reasons, weird comfort, loneliness, spy mission in which they’re stuck together and the safe house only has one bed, what starts as twisted payback for lamb’s hatred of david cartwright turning into something else, whatever you can think of. if you draw attention to the vague father/son and mentor/mentee relationship here, i’ll award bonus points.

if you’re not comfortable writing anything shippy, i’d be very happy with any fic where river and lamb have to work together in the field for whatever reason. maybe lamb has to come to river’s rescue OR even the reverse of that. and you can’t really go wrong with in media res-ing a situation where river is hurt and lamb is begrudgingly fixing things.

i’ve given a lot of thought to the idea that lamb has known river since he was young, or at least has been aware of him ever since river was left behind in his grandfather’s care. i’m not too sure of the actual timelines, having less familiarity with the books, but i would be very interested in a kind 5+1 fic detailing moments they’ve met before, back when river was just a boy, growing up, leading to him joining the service, and inevitably the mistake that lands him at slough house. i’m not looking for any shipping content when river is still underage, but after that is fair game to me.

the color of money (1986)

*eddie felson *vincent lauria *carmen

this film manages to cover so many of my interests and i can’t believe it took me as long as it did to watch it. but watch it i have, many times since, and i’ve even gone back and watched the hustler for extra context and more paul newman.

for this request i would like for all three characters to play a part in any fic. i ship all configurations and, if you’re willing, i’ve been craving an ot3 fic since the moment i first watched it. if you’re not comfortable writing explicit content, that’s fine too. please just include everyone.

for me, the draw of this film is the theme of corrupted goodness. by the end, i think all three of these characters have fed into each other’s worst traits and made each other even worse—and honestly i love that. the case is strongest for vincent, i’d say, who starts this film being pretty naïve, whereas eddie and carmen are definitely more streetwise. or professionals, as they call themselves. although, eddie running into them again at the end of the film goes to show that eddie hasn’t managed to change all that much either.

there’s also the amazing line: you make him feel, i teach him how to run—and that very much sums up the dynamic i love here, of accidently creating a monster out of vincent, who eventually turns on them, which in turn keeps both eddie and carmen from rising to anything better. let them all wallow in the gutter where they belong, just as long as they’re together.

there’s the older/younger dynamic between all of them, there’s the mentor/protege relationship between all of them. there’s even the special mention of a father/son relationship which the film wonderfully lampoons with eddie allowing vincent to get hurt in order to teach him a lesson. the way eddie gingerly wipes the blood from vincent’s face afterwards while carmen drives the car is one of my favourite scenes. a fic that explores these many criss-crossing connections would be amazing.

the whole road trip setting leads to some very interesting moments where personal boundaries are tested. i’m fascinated by the way vincent and carmen keep openly pushing eddie when it comes to their relationship, flipping between teasing him and enticing him when they let him into their room while they’re showering and getting dressed. contrast that against the moments where we see them happily hanging out, watching tv, and eating meals together. they seem to genuinely enjoy each other’s company sometimes—the odd kindness vincent and carmen show eddie when he gets played himself is so strangely sweet—all of which makes the later jealousy and betrayal even juicier for me.

i love kitschy americana diners and cheap motel rooms as vibes and atmospheres, along with smokey pool halls and less than reputable bars. i love the passing of different generations, eddie having to come to terms with the fact that times are changing, especially after the events of the hustler, and him now being confronted by vincent and carmen’s youth.

and lastly, i’ve always been of the opinion that eddie passing down his pool cue to vincent is pretty phallic in nature. i don’t really know what to do with this knowledge, i just know i enjoy it, and now it’s yours to do with what you wish.

prompts:

i would love any fic that’s set during their time on the road, going from pool hall to pool hall, getting more familiar with each other. maybe to save their hustled money they have to share a motel room, making it a perfect opportunity for a ‘only one bed’ scenario. i can imagine vincent and carmen having to coax eddie into bed with them because an old man like him shouldn’t be sleeping in a chair. it could also include: stopping at diners, driving late into the night, deep conversations, falling asleep on people’s shoulders, fooling around in the backseat and the voyeurism of a third person pretending not to watch.

maybe lean into the whole playing pool thing and the art of the hustle. only, this time, bring carmen into it more. have eddie and vincent teach her how to play, both the game and other people. or they could be the only ones left at a deserted hall, because no one goes to halls to play pool anymore, and what starts as a teaching moment quickly becomes a game of one-upmanship.

anything post-canon where they continue to run into each other, tripping up the other’s plans and grifts on purpose. real childish nonsense of deliberately getting in each other’s ways, all because they can’t seem to stay away, for better and for worse.

from (tv)

*jade herrera

i’m currently watching the new season as it airs, and will definitely be all caught up by the time that yuletide goes live. any potential writer or gifter, i’m giving you a blanket statement allowing you to include and reference anything that happens this season. as i will definitely be craving some supplemental material to go with whatever craziness they see fit to leave us with.

having said that, if jade dies, i will riot, as he has been my favourite since the very beginning. this weed smoking, schrodinger’s bisexual, arrogant tech company guy who thinks his money can buy him everything, including a way out of this (vr) nightmare.

since his arrival in town, he’s maybe the character that has changed the most. a lot of his arrogance has been stripped away by the cruel reality of this place, and his tailored capris pants and expensive shirts have been replaced by practical sweaters and winter coats. his transformation from pretty boy to mountain man initially caused me some distress, but i have since come to accept it, if only because i do love to see a character in decline. i think it succinctly conveys his new state of mind and his humbled acceptance of his place in the town. it most definitely helps that we are still occasionally graced with his kitty cat shirt, which is maybe my favourite thing about him—and i’m barely even kidding.

i am enamoured by his tendency to rub people the wrong way, despite the fact that he is always trying to help fix things and figure out the mystery of the town. his obsessive personality is both a boon and a hindrance in that regard. though i do still believe he believes he’s the smartest person in any room, only that nothing about the town makes any logical sense.

on that note, the connection the town seems to have with him fascinates me too. it’s very supernaturally psychological in nature. journals full of mad scribblings, visions and cryptic symbols and, of course, we can’t forget the screaming ventriloquist dummy. any fic that delves into this weirdness would be amazing.

i devour each and every small bit of info we learn about him. his long term friendship with tobey, growing up in paris with his grandmother but having to come back to the states to live with his uncle when she dies (really makes me wonder what happened to his parents), his ability and his contentment of playing the violin, his apparent habit of playing dress up as a kid, the million dollar software company he just sold before arriving in town. if you want to write backstory about any one of these things, i’d love to read it.

more generally, i love the horror tropes of this show. the constant looming threat of the monsters, the confusing mess of shit they find in the woods every time they venture out there, being confined inside during the night, the body horror, the teleporting trees, the japanese water spirit, the looping nature of the road in and out of town, the forced comradery of living with strangers, whatever the hell the cromenockle actually is. and so on and so on. feel free to make up your own weird shit and throw it into the pot. as long as jade is there and suffering, i will read anything you can come up with.

prompts:

i requested only jade this year for ease of matching and, rest assured, i will be perfectly happy with a gift featuring only him. pick anything i’ve rambled about above and you’re golden.

on the other hand, if you are willing, a lot of my joy of jade does come from his interactions with others. i ship him with so many people in town, and love his platonic interactions with so many others too. if you would be interested in including them, for my gifter and the potential blessed occurrence of treaters, i’ll briefly touch on a couple of my favourites:

jade & tian chen: from the moment she yelled at him, I knew i was in for a wonderful ride. maternal figures just cut straight through jade’s bullshit and i love it. the scene where jade monologues about his grandmother to tian chen and, despite the language barrier, she just GETS him. ah, chefs kiss. recent events in the show have completely gutted me however. she made him tea :( a soft or bittersweet missing scene before that with the two of them might help piece my heart back together.

jade/jim & jade/tabitha & jade/jim/tabitha: i love both of the relationships jade has with jim and tabitha separately. the logical experiments and science based worldview of the town that he shared with jim—against the supernatural, scooby doo mystery sleuthing, vibes based view that he shares with tabitha. they also both yell at him a lot and that’s always good. as for the ot3, i just think jade has the capacity to fix their fail marriage by being so annoying it brings jim and tabitha closer together again, by them wanting to fuck him just as much as punch him.

jade/boyd // jade & boyd: i just think if they pooled their knowledge and means together they could finally get some serious shit done. there’s nothing more to it than that, really.

jade & victor: bring back the violin. i love how much it meant to victor, and that victor eventually trusted jade to even touch it. i also love the idea that word might spread that jade can play, and others might miss music so much that they force him to play to a bigger crowd.

jade/khatri // jade & khatri: a real missed opportunity here, i think. jade called him beautiful while high, and since he loses his oldest friend tobey on the same day that he arrives, maybe talking to a friendly priest is all he needs. there’s also the fact that jade is one of the few people who also regularly sees ghosts of dead residents in town. other than boyd, who better to bond with a dead khatri?

as for more general prompts, i think the necessity of the talismans could lead to a great bottle episode type of fic, as well as contriving an in-universe reason to stick an unusual combination of characters together in a place overnight. roll a die, if you want, and force them to play monopoly or two truths and lies. whatever gets them talking.

if you want to go really weird, how about a fic where jade’s right about it being a large scale larping situation, or a VR simulation that tobey has actually did set up. what happens then when people die in town?

24 (tv)

*tony almeida *jack bauer

i was a huge fan of this show back when dvd boxsets were still a thing, and i pretty much wore my sets out watching them on repeat. more recently, it showed up on disney+ and i’ve since been reliving my obsession again.

seasons 1-4 were the golden years for me. i continued to watch past that and enjoyed it, but certain events of season 5 (namely: the deaths of tony, michelle and david palmer) were hard for me to get over. i give special dispensation to season 7 because they brought my very special boy tony almeida back as a villain (which i admittedly hated at the time, but have since come to love and really appreciate as a legitimate path for his character to take. more on that below in my prompts.)

it’s so amusing for me to go back to the first season and see tony as this smug, soul patch having loser. a minor character that i’m pretty sure we’re meant to dislike just for the crime of being opposed to jack and nina, all while knowing the amazing journey his character goes on. just know that i appreciate every era he goes through.

tony manages to stay very dry and sardonic throughout, which i adore in a character (i still mimic his flat yah every time he answers a phone.) he shows that he can hold his own in the field too (heart eyes for the times tony shows up with a gun at the last second to save the day, like with terri in season 1 and jack and audrey in season 4.) but he’s also savvy enough at the bureaucracy side of things to rise up the ranks to head of CTU. (RIP to george mason, my absolute favourite side character, despite lasting only last two seasons. xander berkeley the GOAT.)

i love tony’s relationship with michelle because i find it fascinating how similar she is to jack at times. the thing with jack and michelle is that they are very much believers of the adage the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few and the one, which is obviously very important for the job they do. whereas tony is always more interested in saving the people around him, the people he cares about, and ultimately his wife. it’s what leads to his arrest later, tony putting michelle above his country, and that kind of loyalty, him damning all the consequences, is numero uno in my book.

as for jack, i definitely grew up thinking he was the coolest person alive (i find ways to bring up the moment at the la coliseum when he runs up the wall and snaps that guy’s neck an embarrassing amount.) he’s a one man army, a terminator, endlessly persistent, and yet he can still find the time to sit in his car at the end of a long day and cry. he really can do it all and there’s not much more i need to say.

there’s an underlining of loyalty between these two that starts, i think, from the moment they learn about nina’s status as a mole. the fact that they both slept with her at different times (possibly even overlapping) lends itself to a certain bond going forward. a mutual betrayal building a weird commiserating trust. from there, i love seeing tony become one of the few people at CTU jack trusts pretty implicitly. he entrusts kim’s safety (*sighs* oh, kim) to tony on numerous occasions, to the point where tony and michelle even help jack fake his death. can’t get much more trusting than that.

the 24h clock format for the show really was groundbreaking at the time, and i think it still continues to be a major positive that the show has going for it. i love all the subterfuge and having spies working both sides right under your nose. the quick and sudden violence underscored by the ticking clock. the technology is also hilariously dated at this point too that payphones were a legitimate defense against terrorism and secret agendas.

prompts:

i do ship it, along with liking a lot of their canon relationships. i would love a shipping fic involving tony/jack, but gen is fine. depending on the season setting you choose to write in, i’m fine with references to past relationships like tony/michelle, tony/nina, jack/nina, jack/kate, jack/audrey. i do love ot3 fics as well, so if you want to write any combination of jack/tony/nina and jack/tony/michelle too, it will eat it right up.

straight out of prison, depressed and alcoholic tony is a personal favourite of mine. the way jack relays all the sad facts to audrey so casually has always blown my mind. it means jack was there at the sidelines to see it, and he even mentions michelle’s side of things too, showing that he’s familiar with her too. i once read a post where someone wrote: do you think jack was the best man at tony’s wedding? that question has haunted me ever since, and being confronted with tony at rock bottom always brings it to the front of my mind.

there’s so much potential in a fic set pre-season 3. the whole secret OP that jack, tony and gael organise off the record, which involves getting jack addicted to heroin and in with the salazars. it’s rife for further exploring, maybe something messy and uncomfortably intimate with tony being jack’s only point of contact during this period, and having to sneak behind michelle’s back out of necessity.

i’m weirdly fascinated by the reality of working at CTU during the non-disaster days. the boring, day to day stuff we don’t ever get to see. anything set during any era could honestly be interesting. whether that’s early season 1 during the break in jack’s marriage, or season three when jack is head of OPS and tony is his equal. hell, bring back george mason for a day and let him and tony bitch about jack and their coworkers while standing at the water cooler together. i’m game for anything and anyone, as long as tony and jack are present.

season 7 villain tony. i love the angst jack experiences when learning that tony is alive. i think the show fumbles tony’s true motivations a little by having him flip flop between real villain, undercover good guy, back to actual villain getting revenge for michelle. if they had picked one and stuck with it all the way, i think it might have worked better. having said that, i can get behind both versions, and would love a fic detailing either paths. especially something post-season 7 that explores jack reaching out to tony while he’s back in custody.

#yuletide #yuletide 2024

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ahamasmiyodhah · 2 months ago

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Okay since I saw your post which told how you're getting bored, here I'm requesting something ! Can you please give us desi writing prompts like 4-5 different ideas??! I have seen both of your stories and have been a fan so I love the story ideas you create !!! ✨

Here are some Desi love story prompts across different genres:

Period Romance Drama

Set in pre-independence India, a young freedom fighter and a royal princess are forced into an arranged marriage to unite their kingdoms against a common enemy. Torn between their duty and their secret roles in the resistance, they must navigate palace politics, cultural clashes, and their growing feelings for each other while risking everything for the nation’s freedom.

Contemporary/Business AU

A successful tech entrepreneur returns to his hometown in India to care for his ailing father and rebuild the family business. He reconnects with his childhood friend, now a single mother struggling to make ends meet. As they work together to revive the business, old feelings resurface, but their vastly different lives threaten to keep them apart.

Mythological Fantasy

In a world where ancient myths and legends come to life, a young warrior is tasked with protecting a sacred temple from dark forces. He falls in love with a mysterious temple priestess who harbors secrets that could either save or doom their world. Together, they must navigate a web of magic, betrayal, and destiny as they fight to keep the darkness at bay.

Action Thriller Drama

An undercover cop infiltrates a powerful crime syndicate to take down a notorious kingpin. He falls for the kingpin’s fierce and independent daughter, who is unaware of his true identity. As he gets closer to his target, he must choose between his duty and his love, knowing that one wrong move could cost them both their lives.

Enemies to Lovers: College Edition

Two students from rival colleges meet at an inter-college competition and instantly clash. Despite their differences, they’re forced to work together on a project that could change both their futures. Amidst pranks, heated arguments, and stolen glances, they discover that sometimes love can bloom in the most unexpected places.

Let me know if you’d like to explore any of these prompts further!

#khyati's ideas #prompt ideas #desi prompts #story prompts #free to use everyone

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randomfoggytiger · 1 year ago

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some prompts i found looking through my Google Doc of Unwritten Fic Ideas (if you need clarification on any of them just let me know, these are literally just notes i scribbled down at various times and in various states of sobriety so they may not all be perfectly eloquent😅)

- X-Cops sequel where Mulder or Scully is affected by the entity (but obviously rescued at the last minute! Preferably by the unaffected one lol)

- Scully invites Mulder to Thanksgiving dinner because it’s close to the anniversary of Samantha’s disappearance and she doesn’t want him to be alone

- missing scene from never again where mulder goes to see scully in the hospital, also probably talks to jerse- he has to get the details for the x-file from somewhere, does he learn from ed what scully told him about other fathers?

- Post-cancer arc, mulder and scully go back to the facility from memento mori where her ova are stored to retrieve the rest of them, but when they get there everything has been cleaned out like the end of en ami

- Queequeg tags along on cases and gets into mischief

- (early MSR) Mulder and Scully go to an FBI gala or undercover at a fancy ball or something like that and he sees her in a fancy dress for the first time and he’s absolutely blown away

- Je Souhaite AU where the invisible body doesn’t disappear before Scully brings in the Harvard people to show it to them

- Mulder and Scully try to plan and host a dinner party (inspired mainly by the comedy of errors that is the dinner party episode of frasier, but maybe in this situation mulder and scully are undercover on an arcadia-type case, or this is years later when they’re raising william and (almost) fully immersed in the suburban life)

Oooooooooooooooooh, this is a list-- thank you for generously sharing your ideas (making me all sappy over here~.)

Jotting down more notes, heeheehee~!

#asks #agent-troi #fictober prompts #Fictober #2023 #filing these away for later #I might even be daring and mix and match a bunch of these #WHO KNOWS WHAT MADCAP ADVENTURES I'LL DO????#but seriously: thank you for dipping into your ideas and sharing #that's so sweet and I'm so touched!#prompts

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confusedpandabear · 7 months ago

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Yes I'd love to know what harugou stories you have on the go!! 🤩

HOO BOY here we go.

My current HaruGou WIPs are:

Remember Me: Prequel (Three-part fic, basically going into their relationship development before the events of Remember Me, their affair and all the sexiness and angst involved lol)

Yandere!Haru (One shot. No title yet, but pretty self-explanatory, a prompt I was sent that is getting out of hand).

After Party (One shot. Haru (best man) and Gou (maid of honour) hook up after MakoRin's wedding)

Shirtsleeves (One shot. No plot smut, just Haru fucking Gou while she's wearing his shirt, a present for kawaiisumis)

Break me: Continuation (Three-part fic. Basically the aftermath of this short drabble I wrote where Haru mysteriously gets a second chance to be with Gou)

Pacific Rim!AU (One shot that's getting out of hand. Based off the movie, Haru is a jaeger pilot, Gou is a mechanic)

Soundwaves & Octaves (Band!AU that I posted AGES ago that I started re-writing. Likely to be my next multi-chapter fic after Glowsticks)

Treading Water (Multi-chapter. Another one I started writing AGES ago. Your typical Gou joins an all-boys boarding school, Haru is her roommate and is the only one who knows she's a girl)

Mafia!AU (Multi-chapter, no title yet. Mafia lord Haru and undercover cop Gou, another prompt I was sent that got out of hand)

Baby Daddy!Haru (No title yet. Potentially multi-chapter teen pregnancy fic, Gou gets pregnant but doesn't tell Haru because he's going to college to swim, breaks up with him and raises the baby on her own, Haru finds out and it's messy)

Drabbles (Finally, a plethora of short stories that are only a few hundred words long for my drabble collection)

Those are the one's I've actually STARTED. I have so many that are just IDEAS that I want to write someday, so you can expect HaruGou content for the next 10+ years lol.

The one's I'm planning on posting soon are the one-shots, Shirtsleeves, After Party and Yandere!Haru. Anything multi-chapter is going to have to wait until Glowsticks is finished.

If you like the sound of any of these though, let me know and I'll likely prioritise that story over the others 😁

#ask panda #anonymous cutie #harugou #owns my soul #i am genuinely thinking about them 24/7 #wips

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waywardxrhea · 8 months ago

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Chapter 4 - We Could Be

What happens when you lie to the Devil? How long can one woman keep a lifetime of secrets from the Devil of Hell's Kitchen? The answer may surprise you...

installment list

pairing: Matt Murdock x enhanced!fem!OC

series content: coffee shop AU, fluff, humor, friends to lovers, pining, language, canon typical violence, angst, drinking, implored smut, medical emergencies, mental health disorders (PTSD, panic disorder).

"we could hide away in daylight. we go undercover, wait out the sun. got a secret side in plain sight. where the streets are empty that's where we run." - heroes (we could be), alesso and tove lo

word count: 3.1k

Crystal and Daredevil team up for the first time.

A few nights later when the rain had finally cleared up, Crystal went out once again to patrol the streets and stop petty crime. Over the last few months she only had a couple more run-ins with Daredevil, and he seemed to not be as hostile with her, but that’s only because she told him that she won’t get in his way as long as he stuck to his side of things and she stuck to hers. Since then there hadn’t seemed to be much of a problem. Until tonight.

Crystal had tripped up some thug walking away from a club with a gun in hand and the cops took him away for public intoxication, which was only prompted because of his haphazard fending off of the rocks that Crystal slung at him. Before she could make her way out from her hiding space, she was being grabbed from behind and pinned to the ground.

She activated her powers and caused the slab of ground to lift up and slide herself and her attacker off before getting to her feet and assuming a fighting stance, only to see Daredevil standing in front of her. “What now?” she asked in her American accent.

“I thought you said you’d stay out of my business,” he told her. “I was tailing that man to wherever his boss is hiding, but now I can’t because he’s in police custody.”

“How was I supposed to know what your business is? All I knew is that he was armed and he was making a bee-line right toward that little old woman, grumbling about needing money. If I recall correctly, our agreement was that I deal with petty shit like that.” she told him haughtily. “If you so desperately need me to know when and where your business is, then give me your phone number or something,” she added sarcastically.

“If it’ll make you stay out of my way then fine,” he said before giving her a number to memorize in order to reach him. “Get a burner to use for calling that number and only use that phone to contact me. It’s important that I take down this gang, so stay out of my way.”

“You got it,” she mumbled as he silently climbed the fire escape and went off into the night.

A few nights later though while she was actually at the gym, that burner phone began ringing from inside her bag. Quickly re-racking the weights, she wiped off the sweat from her hands and answered the phone, asking in her accent she used around him, “Where do I need to avoid tonight?”

She was met with a sigh on the other line before Daredevil said, “I actually may be able to use your help tonight.”

“Oh so you need me now, huh?” she asked with a smirk on her lips.

“I don’t need you, things just may be easier with some help,” he replied. “Meet me in the abandoned warehouse on 43rd and 11th.”

“I’ll be there,” she said before grabbing her things. As she exited the gym, she pulled on her hoodie and ensured the balaclava was in the pocket so she would be able to quickly get it on when she got closer.

When she approached the warehouse, her eyes darted every which way searching for any signs that this may be a trap. She pulled on her mask before entering and continued her search once she got inside. Spotting the masked man standing perched in the rafters of the building, she gave a short and soft whistle to signal that she was there.

“Did you see anyone outside following you?” he asked as he climbed down.

“No, I’m alone,” she replied. “What’d you call me here for?” As she asked that, she froze in place, crouching down and placing her hand on the ground. She felt a rumble beneath her that was unlike the normal feeling of the subway trains traveling. Her eyebrows scrunched together before she said aloud, “Someone’s using a jackhammer nearby. Three streets up.”

Daredevil nodded and informed her, “There’s no construction going on nearby, so I have reason to believe that the gang I’m trying to take down is building a tunnel system to run their product.”

“So you want me to, what, block their path?” she asked. “They’ve already tunneled under this building and made damn good progress with it. What’s your plan here?”

“Like you said, they already tunneled underneath here. The entrances are heavily guarded at all hours, so if I want to keep the element of surprise on my side until I can take them down, I need to find another way in, so…”

“So you’re asking me to use my abilities to get you into the tunnel so you can find out where it leads and hopefully find the man in charge there?”

“Or at least beat a name out of his men,” he replied with a shrug.

Crystal looked at him for a few moments, her eyes slightly narrowed as she thought through his proposition. Finally making a decision, she said cautiously, “On one condition: I officially have no involvement in this. There hasn’t been any media coverage of me and I intend on keeping it that way.”

“There hasn’t been any coverage because everyone who you’ve run into has been called crazy or accused of being under the influence of drugs. The Bulletin is getting suspicious though, so watch your back if you plan on staying hidden,” he told her.

As she walked around trying to find the best place to get him into the tunnel, she asked, “Why are you telling me this? I sorta got the vibes that you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, I just needed to make sure I could trust you. Yes it annoyed me the other night when you got my lead taken in, but…you probably saved that woman’s life and I can’t fault you for acting on your instincts.” He paused and pointed to an area of the floor, saying, “There would be good, I can hear the wind blowing against the walls, it’s a wider part of the tunnel to get in through.”

Crystal placed her hand on the spot and shook her head, saying, “There’s flaws in the structure though, if you go in there, you risk the building collapsing on you.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he muttered.

“Oh yeah, I read all about the Midland Circle thing, sorry about that…” she said quietly. After this sentiment, an almost awkward silence filled the room as they continued searching for a spot to enter from. The tension in the air bothered Crystal as she searched and she wanted to say something to ease it, but why? They barely knew each other, and up until this evening, she thought he hated her...

She walked around for another minute feeling the walls and floor before finally finding a stable spot. “Here,” she said, pointing to the area. “Do you need me to come with you in case things get bad down there?”

“I’ve taken down plenty of men with guns before, I can handle them,” he replied with a shake of his head.

“No, I mean with the tunnel,” she said. “This area isn’t meant to be dug under like this, there’s a chance it collapses and from what I hear about you, this city doesn’t need you buried under the rubble if the next three blocks collapse.”

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me so far,” Daredevil said with a small smirk on his lips.

“Oh don’t get a big head about it,” Crystal replied with a roll of her eyes. She stood up and stomped the ground, upturning her palm to make the piece of rubble float up. She turned to him and started to ask, “Now do you want me to go or-”

“Get in now,” he said as his ear turned toward the front of the building. “There’s police patrolling outside, someone must know I’m onto them and tipped them off…”

“How do you-?” she tried to ask but stopped as he roughly gestured toward the hole she created. She saw flashlights shining into the front room where they just were and made her way into the tunnel quickly. Once they were both safely in and Crystal sealed the hole back up, she whispered, “How did you know the cops were there? They didn’t even announce themselves yet!”

“I could hear their footsteps and heartbeats,” he replied as he pointed in the direction of the hammering.

“You what?” she asked, eyes widening. She froze in place at this new development, which in turn caused Daredevil to stop his walk toward the sound of the jackhammer.

As he turned back toward her, he explained, “My senses are heightened. I can hear what other people can’t, so when I say trust me on these things, just trust me. I trusted you with the integrity of the stone.”

“O-okay, wow. That’s a bombshell to drop on a girl,” she said wearily.

“Your heart’s racing, are you nervous?” he asked with an obvious smirk on his lips as he turned to begin the walk toward the noise.

“Shut up, I’m not nervous, I have a heart condition,” she defended herself quickly, a lightness in her tone to let him know she didn't truly take offense. “The downside of being gifted my powers is that God decided to give me a dysfunctional heart. Can’t have everything I guess…”

“You’re right there,” he said quietly before sticking his arm out to stop her in her tracks. He lifted his finger to his mouth, silently telling her to be quiet as he pushed both of their backs against the tunnel wall.

A few seconds passed before he lowered his arm from in front of her, nodding and pointing forward again. “They have a crossroads up ahead, I assume it leads to other hideouts…” he whispered as they trekked forward.

“Well which way do you want to go then?” Crystal asked.

He listened for a few moments before saying, “This way, there are less voices this way and the hammering sounds like it’s coming from there. If I ambush them then they’re trapped and I can get the information I need…”

So they continued on straight ahead for a few minutes until Crystal began to have an uneasiness in her gut. “Something’s not right,” she said as she placed her hand on the tunnel wall.

“They’re coming this way,” Daredevil warned as he pulled his weapons off of his legs and got into a fighting stance.

“And this whole place is about to go down!” Crystal whisper-shouted at him. “I can feel the rocks starting to shift. They must’ve hit something they shouldn’t. We need to get out of here!"

“But I need to-”

“You can’t get information out of them if you’re dead! Let’s go!” she snapped. “When this all goes down the police will be on the scene anyway, they can question them!”

“But-” he tried, but stopped as rocks around them began crumbling off the ceiling.

Before they could move any further, the ceiling had begun to come down in large chunks around them. Daredevil dove toward Crystal and protected her head from the rubble, but as they hit the ground, she made a motion with her arms, causing a dome of rock to act as a shield as the area around them collapsed. They sat there crouched together for a few minutes as they listened to the chaos around them wind down.

Once the sound of crashing rubble stopped, Daredevil announced, “Police are on the scene. They’re calling for rescue dogs to search for victims since they found the men from earlier in the rubble.”

“We need to get out. I can’t be found here,” she mumbled as she began working the stone around her so they could get out safely.

“The police won’t think you’re involved if you stick with me,” Daredevil said as he followed her path clearing the debris.

“It isn’t about them, although that doesn’t help either,” she said as she found a way out into the cool night air. As she looked around at their surroundings she noticed that they were boxed in by a high barred metal fence.

“Then why-?” Daredevil asked as she approached the fence and placed her hands on two of the bars. “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting out of here,” she said with a grunt of effort as she closed her eyes and focused on the stone within the metal to bend it to her will. When she made an opening large enough to slip through, she gave the man a two finger salute before telling him, “It was nice working with you. Let’s do it again sometime. And thanks for the save back there.”

“No problem,” he said as she walked off into the night, dodging any police in the area and making her way back to the gym to get her bag from the locker she left it in.

When she got back to the flat, Crystal hung her keys on the hook beside the door before she was suddenly engulfed in a hug by her roommate, who asked, “Where have you been? When I got home there was no note, you weren’t answering your phone! There was a road collapse, you could have been involved for all I know!”

“Thank you for the concern, but I’m fine, Rae. I was just at the gym again,” Crystal told her, which wasn’t a total lie.

“Which you’ve been doing a lot lately! You know we both have to pull a double tomorrow, so staying out this late is not good for you! And there’s no way you’re always at the gym. Nearly every night this week? Come on, tell me what’s really going on girl!” Raeyes said as she let go of the hug.

Crystal tried to come up with a clever lie, but before she could, Raeye’s eyes went wide and a sly smirk began to form on her face as she said, “Wait! Don’t tell me you’re-!”

“I’m what?” she asked, her heart starting to speed up in her chest.

“Are you sleeping with the hot lawyer from the shop?! Please tell me you’re sleeping with the hot lawyer from the shop! He’s been coming in every other day now, is that why? Girl!”

“No!” Crystal replied as heat began to creep its way up her neck at the prospect of sleeping with him. “And his name’s Matt…”

“Ooh so you’re on a first name basis with him?” Raeyes asked with a wink.

“No! I’m on a first name basis with his order,” Crystal retaliated with a sheepish laugh.

“Well if not that, then what is it? And don’t you try to lie to me! Remember, the deal was if we’re to be living together we have to be honest with each other!”

Feeling backed into a corner, Crystal sighed and said, “Fine, but you can’t tell anyone, okay? Not your mum, not your brother, not even your mum’s cat!”

“Fine, fine, I get it, I’m being sworn to secrecy! What can be so secret that I can’t even tell Oreo?”

Crystal took a deep breath before asking, “You remember that night you said you saw someone break the ground with their feet?”

“Yeah, but I said that it may have been a coincidence that it happened, I didn’t think-” she said, but began to trail off at the end. “Wait, are you saying…?”

“That was me,” Crystal confirmed. “I have the ability to manipulate rocks around me and make them move how I want them to. Ever since I moved to New York, I’ve been going out at night and stopping petty crime like that. I just… I guess you can say I have a saving people complex since Kit died and if I can prevent someone from getting hurt I will.”

“Holy shit, I- Wow! This is a lot to take in at once,” Raeyes stuttered out. “Okay first off, how did Kit die if you have a saving people complex because of it?”

“Oh, he uh…was a bartender and got into it with the wrong guys. He took it back behind the pub and was killed for it…” she lied, in a slight panic at the information she let slip.

“Oh wow, I can’t say sorry enough, holy shit…” Raeyes whispered. Once the initial shock seemed to wear off, she shook her head and crossed her arms before saying, “Okay, second, prove to me that it was you I saw that night.”

“Get slippers on then, we’re going outside,” she told her with a quiet laugh.

When the pair got outside and walked to the alleyway between their building and the next, Crystal stomped her foot on the ground and caused a split in the stone beneath her feet. She then did her signature stomp and punch to launch some stone at the wall across from them before laying her hand on the ground to restore it all back to normal. “Believe me now?” she asked.

“Holy shit, you’re just like Toph…” Raeyes whispered with wide eyes as a smile burst onto her face.

“Pardon?” Crystal asked, an eyebrow raising up into her forehead.

“From Avatar: The Last Airbender! She’s what they call an earth bender and she does stuff just like that!” Raeyes gushed. “How did you get these powers?!”

“I was born with them. The theory is that since Mum worked with space matter while pregnant, the radiation from them gave me these powers,” she replied as they began walking back into their building.

Once they got into the flat, Raeyes asked with excitement in her voice, “Oh my gosh, have you worked with Daredevil?”

“Funny enough, tonight was my first time working with him, actually. Before now he didn’t trust me for the same reasons you didn’t when you first saw me on the street,” Crystal replied. She cleared her throat before adding, “And for transparency's sake, we were there tonight when the road collapsed… I won’t tell you why for your safety, but… I got us out of there.”

Raeyes’s jaw dropped and she whispered, “I’m living with a superhero…”

“Okay I wouldn’t go that far,” Crystal said with a laugh.

“You have badass powers that could rival some of the Avengers, that qualifies!” she countered.

Crystal shook her head and she laughed, saying, “Well we both have to pull a double tomorrow, so I’m going to get freshened up and then I’m going to sleep. It’s been a long night. Goodnight Raeyes.”

“Night, Rockie!” she replied with a laugh.

“Oh we are not giving me a codename!” Crystal said back, laughing as she shut the bathroom door.

next chapter

a/n: for those of you who did not get the chance to read my little story regarding where I got Crystal's powerset, go to the introductory chapter and read it or here's the shortened version - I accidentally ripped off ATLA when I created this powerset before I even watched the show and realized it when I finally watched it during the height of the pandemic, so yes I am in fact making fun of my "mistake" by having Raeyes compare Crystal to Toph lol

#daredevil #daredevil x oc #matt murdock x oc #matt murdock #marvel #fanfic #romance #friends to lovers #short fanfic #coffee shop au

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