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hellooo! i was just binge reading all your works and immediately followed, and saw that you were taking requests soo i wanted to request a lil something!
it’s a percy x f!reader where they stay up late to wait for christmas together! scenario could preferably be on top of their apartment rooftop or smth, but i wouldn’t mind any other choices you’d like! thank youuu, once again i love your workkkk <3
𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ྂ MEET ME AT THE ROOFTOP | percy jackson x gn!reader [wc: 924] thank u anon for ur kind words, ur the sweetest!!
you had a couple ideas of where you'd be on christmas eve. tucked under the covers of the bed you and percy were sharing while you were over for the holidays, wrapping up last-minute presents, staying up late due to the surge of adrenaline, maybe?
you were pretty wrong about all of those.
"'just hope this year isn't as hectic as last," percy's voice cuts through your thoughts as he tosses rocks off the rooftop of the apartment complex, trying to hit a nearby tree.
you nod absently, hands fiddling with the red and green macaroni necklace that estelle had thrust into your hands the moment you stepped foot into the jackson household. the frigid wind bites at your skin, but you don't complain. percy, however, smushes your face into his shoulder, covering the remaining exposed part of your cheek with his hand.
as you nuzzle further into his warmth, percy glances at the blue, glowing watch that he'd picked up from a cornerstore years ago. it was old and looked like it had been through a war, but it still worked. "only three more minutes," he murmurs, holding up his wrist so you could see the neon blue numbers reading '11:57'. against the blackness of the night, the color was almost garish, but it was softened by the warm glow of christmas lights that adorned percy's neighborhood.
you smile, your lips dry and cracked from the cold. percy had brought you up here solely to be the first to give you your gift on christmas day. he and estelle had a running competition, and he couldn't present it to you in the house without her popping up from seemingly nowhere. the rooftop was the only place of privacy. it was technically cheating, but estelle had won for the past two years and percy was petty. the small gift box next to the boy didn't go unnoticed by you.
"you wanna try?" percy asks, handing you the rock he'd been about to throw. he still hasn't hit his target. you muttered a quiet 'yeah,' took a deep breath, and hurled the rock off the roof.
it hit the tree square on.
percy looked genuinely flabbergasted. mind-boggled, if you will. "you're sick," he says at last. "why would you do this to me?"
"you can defeat the god of war at the age of twelve but you can't hit a tree that's like, thirty feet away?" you retort, breath visible in the frigid air.
"take that back!" percy laughs, his knit beanie tumbling off his head as he tackles you to the rooftop ground, holding your face in his hands.
percy could be intimidating when he wanted to be, but up here, with a smile lighting up his face and his eyes sparkling with mischief, he was anything but.
"i'm gonna make you sorry," he warns.
"sorry for what?" you quip, breathless from the effort of holding him off when he wants to reach you this badly. "that all those years of sword training couldn't build up your muscles enough to hit a tree that close to you?"
he ignored your taunt, his fingers squeezing yours as he ducks down into your space. you laugh, squirming away, pushing your hand (with his still twined into it) against his face.
"you suck at this," you tease. "and you won't win!"
"oh, yeah?" he says, his smile wide and gleaming. two of his teeth are a little sharp at the corners, reminding you of a shark. fitting.
percy's lips part, ready to speak, but just then the alarm on his watch, the old and crusty one that he showed you earlier, went off, the sound piercing through the quiet night air. you glanced at the time.
midnight exactly.
percy releases you, thankfully. your arms were starting to strain. you lied about the muscle thing, he was pretty strong.
"c'mere," he says, picking up the box that he wrapped, the paper crinkling in the spots where his fingers were touching it. you sit next to him, feet dangling off the rooftop. he puts the box in your hands and you eagerly tear off the wrapping paper.
inside was a stunning multi-colored bracelet, with multiple chains and twists and turns that caught the light. you looked up at percy, who was already watching you. "i've been saving up," he says, his eyes downcast. "what do you think?"
you had to take a moment before responding. "i love it perce, really." you slipped the bracelet onto your wrist, admiring the way it glinted in the christmas lights. he even got it in your favorite color. "thank you."
he let out a sigh of relief, pulling up the sleeve of his jacket to reveal a matching bracelet on his own wrist, but in blue. "good," he breathes, a small smile playing at his lips. "'cause if you didn't, then you'd have to see it everytime i held your hand, anyway."
you gape at him, then grin. you like the idea of having a piece of him with you, even when he was away. you reached up to cup his face and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "was this just an excuse for you to buy yourself a cool bracelet?" you tease.
percy shook his head, his smile growing. he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple, then took your hand in his, holding it up to the sky. the christmas lights around you seemed to glow brighter, illuminating the two of you. "one for me, one for you," he says, his voice low and warm.
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Azriel x f!Reader
Masterlist.
Summary; Azriel finally meets his mate but quickly regrets it when he finds out how energetic, excited and clumsy she is.
Warnings; mentions of injury. Swearing. Traumatized Cassian.
Just a quick thought I had last night.
Azriel was obsessed with finding his mate so when he finally found you he was ecstatic and then… horrified. He really started to believe that the cauldron was probably caring for his well-being by keeping you hidden. It probably wanted him to live for some years because now that he met you he doubted he would survive long. You were unbearable, insufferable and the reason he had at least one heart attack every day. He couldn’t understand how you could be so naive, energetic and excited every damn minute. Add clumsy to that recipe and there you have it… disaster. He had to remove all his weapons from the rooms you used too, then simple objects like a table lamp became an issue so he got rid of them too. He wondered if he had to remove all the furniture from his room and just leave a mattress on the floor. His shadows were sticking on his side every night exhausted from keeping an eye on you, they looked so desperate that he pitied them.
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Azriel was on a mission and you were feeling bored, so you decided to see if Cassian wanted to hang out. You knocked on his bedroom door and waited, bouncing up and down from the anticipation. You heard some rustling and then the door opened.
“Hey sweetie what’s up?” Cassian smiled when he saw you.
“Az went on a mission and I’m bored” you pouted “wanna hang out?”
“Yes give me a second to get my shoes” he said and walked back into his room.
When he came back you decided to go to the city and stroll around.
It was a busy day so the streets were filled with people, you watched as everyone walked around and a burst of energy hit you like a wave.
“I’ll race you to the square” you yelled and took off. Cassian hot on your heels as he screamed “oh it’s on”
Everyone jumped out of your way, their eyes wide and their jaws open. Usually you had to push your way through crowd but now that you had an Illyrian giant running behind you they were horrified.
Just as you were reaching the square you tripped and landed face-first on the ground with a scream. Cassian tried to jump over you since he wasn’t able to stop but he couldn’t so he fell on top of you with a grunt. You felt the air leaving your lungs and groaned.
“Oh no, sweetie are you okay?” Cassian’s voice was soft as he rolled to the ground next to you, his expression panicked.
“Yeah I just…need…a moment…. to catch… my breath” you said between pants.
The general smiled and rubbed your back.
After a while you pushed yourself up, a grin appearing on your face as you cheered “what’s next?”
Cassian frowned and stared.
“What?” You asked.
“You want more?” He choked.
“Of course” you giggled and grabbed his arm pulling him with you.
You guided him in an abandoned building that had been destroyed when the Hybern army attacked the city. You climbed to the roof and sat there.
“The view here is incredible” you said and stared the people passing by the street beneath you.
“You live in the house of wind where the view is a million times better” Cassian snorted.
“Yes but I can’t see the expressions on their faces” you shrugged and pointed at the people beneath you.
You were kicking your legs as you explained to Cassian that you liked to sit here and make stories about the passing by faeries.
“See that kid there? Well he has a crush on the store owner’s daughter so every day he goes there and buys an ice cream just to see her”
“You can’t know that” Cassian exclaimed.
“No but that’s the fun part of the game… you can make your own stories”
So you spent the rest of the day there, Cassian’s stories were hilarious and you were in tears, your abdomen aching from laughing so hard.
“Okay okay look at her” he pointed at a female who was running down the street “she had an awful first date with a stingy male and he took her to an old and cheap restaurant and now she has explosive diarrhea and she’s rushing home”
You burst into laughter and leaned forward, you couldn’t breathe and suddenly you lost your balance slipping from the roof and falling into the void. Cassian gasped and jumped, his wings flaring behind him but he wasn’t quick enough and with a groan you landed on your back and darkness engulfed you.
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When you opened your eyes again you were met with the familiar sight of the ceiling in your shared room with Azriel.
“You’re awake” a feminine voice said.
You snapped your head in the direction of the voice and felt dizzy by the sudden move.
“Easy y/n… you were hurt” you squinted and saw Madja by your side.
“How are you feeling sweetheart?” She smiled.
“Everything hurts” you croaked.
“I know you are completely bruised and you have a few broken ribs” she caressed your head “I left a tonic here it should help with the pain… if you need something ask someone to come get me”
“Okay…” you mumbled and she left. You closed your eyes and let sleep take over.
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“Where the fuck is she?” Someone’s deep voice boomed through the house and you could swear the floor trembled.
You opened your eyes and tried to listen.
“I don’t give a fuck Cassian, I will handle you when I’m sure that she is okay” it wasn’t just someone’s deep voice but your favorite one, your mate’s.
You heard loud footsteps getting closer and you tried to sit up, a groan leaving you. The door burst open and Azriel ran to you.
“Are you okay?” He looked like a mess, his eyes were red with black circles beneath them, his hair tangled and his lips looked dry and chapped.
“Are YOU okay?” You asked and grabbed his jaw, hissing at the pain when you lifted your arm.
“I’m okay just tired, I flew as fast as I could to get here” he sighed “where does it hurt? What did Madja say? Do you need something?” He asked in one breath.
“Az calm down I’m okay, just bruised and a few broken ribs. Nothing I can’t handle… I’ve had worse” you smiled.
He snorted at the statement and pressed his forehead against yours.
“Yeah I know you had worse… you are going to be the death of me” he whispered and grabbed your hand placing it on his chest. His heart was beating so fast and hard that you thought it would explode.
“I’m sorry” you mumbled.
“It’s okay… I love your clumsy annoying self” he smiled.
He crawled into bed but kept some distance between the two of you afraid that he was going to hurt you. He was facing you with a longing expression and he draped a protective wing over you.
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Morning came and you woke up with Azriel by your side staring at you.
“Good morning angel” he smiled when you opened your eyes.
“Morning handsome” you mumbled and leaned closer to him.
“How are you feeling?” He asked and brushed his palm over your cheek.
“Better, I think with a little help I can get up” you smiled and he groaned earning a confused look from you.
“Here we go again… You were safe here in bed now I have to chase you around all day” he sighed and you giggled.
“I want to go to Cassian and tell him that I’m okay. I don’t want him to feel sad and guilty” you confessed and Azriel growled.
“Come on Az it’s not his fault. I’ve been hurt multiple times around you and I don’t blame you” you pleaded.
“Okay but I think that he is terrified of you, I heard him say that you are not normal” he murmured and got up.
He helped you get up and guided you to Cassian’s room, you knocked and waited.
Rustling and then silence.
“Come on Cassie it’s me” you shouted
Then you heard a gasp and the door locked. And then a high pitched scream
“Be gone demon”
Azriel’s lips were a tight line as he nodded and then said “yup traumatized”
I have some things to do today so I won't be able to post. Requests are open but delayed!
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Playing With Fire: Chapter 3
Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Fem!Reader (Criminal)
Trope: Enemies to Lovers, Forbidden Romance
Warnings: strong language, angst (slight) violence, mention of weapons, use of bombs (slight), use of weapons, bodily violence, attempted murder, drinking, some sexual themes (slight), breaking into homes, stalking (if you squint) (lmk if I missed any!)
WC: 10.7K
Summary: Killing men is almost as easy as seducing them…. almost. Your job to get in contact with Penguin’s potential new partner comes easy, convincing him to work with your side of the crime ring should be simple. Not when a specific someone doesn’t know his boundaries, especially when it comes to your personal affairs.
Series Masterlist
Chapter 2 || Chapter 4
Another day, another mission, another raid by the son of a bitch. You had just about enough of his stupid games. You were currently hiding and spying in on one of his hidden locations, trying to dismantle his operations one by one.
You had placed a series of explosives around the shipment he had, planning to destroy it all, and so you waited patiently on the roof of the building just a block away, saying through your goggles and watching as he held his AK-47 in hand and looked over the men packing up the crates for delivery.
You waited a few minutes before you felt the vibration in your wrist go off. Perfect timing. You thought as you watched the crates implode and cause a massive cloud of smoke around all of the men, the explosions getting louder and bigger with each one that detonated. You smirked at yourself.
$100K gone.
You watched as Red’s men scrambled to find the source, his eyes narrowed as he looked up, his eyes meeting yours knowing he had zoomed in his helmet’s software. You smirked at him, waving as he grabbed the sniper off the ground next to him and aiming at you.
Not today motherfucker.
Another explosion went off, causing Red to lose balance, seeing the anger in his body language as you stood and ran off to the other buildings, disappearing as you hid in the night.
You: 1
Red: 0
But your lead was short lived, a few days later you had another run in, this time he found a job you were on. You were trying to get information from another server database, only to find him already there. You saw the hard drive in his hand, chasing after him as he escaped into the underground train system.
You threw a star at him, causing a rip in his thigh but he recovered quickly by shooting at you, slowing you down but missing as you tried catching up to him. You pulled out your own gun, shooting at his feet causing him to trip and you jumped, kicking him in the head and seeing the crack of his helmet. How thick was that thing that could survive so many of your kicks?!
He grabbed your arm, flinging you over his shoulder as your back slammed to the ground with force. You grunted as you tried to stand, his boot connecting with your side as he kicked you towards the ledge of the ramp. Your body struggled to get ahead, but you felt his boot dig into your shoulder, your head leaning over the edge as you struggled.
He was trying to fucking kill you and you were not about ti give him the satisfaction. He leaned down, his knee now digging into your shoulder to hold you in place as his gloved hand grabbed your face, forcing you to look at his ominous stare. His helmet was bright red like blood, and you knew his hands were covered in it. Gotham ran red because of him and he loved it.
“Scared of a little train?”
“More like I’m scared of that ugly face of yours”, you spit out as he wrapped his hand around your throat, cutting off your oxygen supply to make you pass out while forcing your head down over the ledge. Your body was in fight or flight as he slowly started to hold his weight, torturing you with the psychological factor of if he holds you here, you get hit by the train, you die. He was elongating the torture to get at you.
You heard the rumble of the train from the floor, your body going into overdrive. His grip stayed on your throat, slowing crushing your windpipe and causing you to see black points in your vision, the lack of oxygen causing you to almost lose consciousness.
“Come on sweetheart, I know you’ve got more fight in you than this' ', he mocked, your hands trying to loosen his grip, pulling at his hands but his grip only tightened into an iron grip. “I’m sure you’re just as pretty with your head off your shoulders''
The sound of the whistle from the train slowly got louder and louder, your panic setting in but you covered it up well. You reached for your knife, slicing at his arm and maiming his skin. He only sucked in a painful breath, before lifting your body and slamming it against the concrete. You could feel the train getting closer and his intent getting stronger.
You slid your leg in between the two of you, using it to push him off of you and your force pushing you onto the train tracks, your body hitting the heavy metal with force. You couldn’t breathe. You were disoriented. You tried pushing yourself up, your vision hazy.
You tried standing, your body still crouched as the rumble of the train came by. It was about to be here. You needed to get out. Now.
You tried to focus, once you stood you were met with Red pointing his Jericho 941 at you.
“Move and I’ll shoot”, he threatened.
He was forcing you into a corner….
This was his payback for the bomb and the roof.
Fuck!
The train’s headlights shined at you, the blaring honk sounding out and rattling you to your core. Red’s lock on you didn’t falter. You had about five seconds to get out and live or stay and get smashed into nothing.
The train was going at least 200 miles an hour, you waited until it was only a few mere meters before you ducked at the sound of Red’s gun shooting off, the bullet digging into your shoulder as the train sped by, your body launching itself onto the opposing platform. Your arm is burning in pain.
The son of a bitch shot you.
You quickly ran with the train, looking over and seeing Red running alongside you on the opposite side through the gaps in between the cars. You needed to get the hell out of here.
You kept running down the platform, once the train passed completely watching as Red jumped from his side over to yours, the stomp of his boots loud as he bolted towards you.
You had a good gain on him but he was fast. If you could reach the stairs you’d be able to get away from him. But just as you reached the first flight you felt him grab you, pulling you back down and slamming you against the wall.
His helmet got close to your face, his eyes narrowed and you had daggers of your own. You struggled against him, but stopped when he dug his hand into the gunshot wound you had. You let out a scream, the pain burning through your body as the adrenaline pumped through your veins.
“I love making little errand rats scream.” he whispered. “Teaches them to stay in their fucking place”, you lifted your legs, kicking at him as he pulled you down with him, your bodies falling to the ground as he landed on top of you.
“You’re a fighter. I’ll give you that.” you continued trying to get at him, pushing your body out from under him, reaching for your gun only to feel him weigh you down with his body. Forcing your arm behind your back as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pressing down on your throat. “Who said you could leave?”
The position was painful, your injured arm would probably get infected if he didn’t stop fucking with it. You kept trying to move away, your energy running out from the adrenaline wearing off and the pain settling in.
“You need to learn better, Sweetheart. You’re nothing without Penguin behind you”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m a fucking child!”, you forced out, your anger still deep in your soul. Your hair stuck to your face because of the sweat, your body shutting down at the wound taking over your senses. Red looked at you before he laughed deeply.
“Black Mask knows what he’s getting into, I wouldn't expect Penguin’s little pet to understand that.”
“L-Let… me- go..”, you choked out, your vocal chords being crushed under the weight of his arm. His crimson covered head moved closer, almost like his mouth was next to your ear.
“Deliver a message to the fat ass you call a boss and that piece of shit Sionis.”, his distorted voice commanded. You felt the air leaving your lungs as you reached a hand up to try and loosen his grip, only to cause him to narrow his eyes and tighten his hold.
“Tell them Gotham will run red soon. And it won’t be my blood painting the city if they decide to refuse my demands.”.
Your eyes nearly closed due to the lack of oxygen, but after a few seconds you felt your body get tossed to the ground like a rag doll. You tried to catch your breath but you felt weak, you had been deprived of air for too long. All you saw was that red helmet looking down at you before he disappeared, the pain flowing through your body as you gave into the tiredness and the extent of your wounds.
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Soreness overtook your body, the timing in your ears causing your head to hurt. You forced your eyes open only to see the empty underground train station. Nothing but dried blood on the ground from your shoulder wound. You pushed yourself up, your shoulder burning as the pain shot through your body. Your arm was sore and burned, it left you frustrated. You wanted to find the son of a bitch and rip his eyes out.
Red would meet his match, you just needed to hit him when he was at his weakest, catch him off guard. You knew you’d have the upper hand and it would be the only way to get him to buckle.
Your goal was to take him down and it would give you everything. The bounty. The protection. The reputation. You would be the one who took down the Red Hood. You would have it all and you wouldn’t need Penguin’s name for anything anymore.
You pushed yourself off the ground, your arm limp as a wave of pain flooded you again. You needed to clean the wound and wrap it, the fucker probably risked getting it infected.
You pulled yourself through the streets, your legs shaky but you found your way back to your apartment, stripping your body of your bloody clothes and hopping into the shower. You let the warm water rinse off all the sweat, blood, and dirt from your body, the steam covering you in a comforting blanket. Your head hung under the water, your arm feeling better under the warmth. You had a few other cuts and sore spots that you knew would leave bruises but nothing else worried you. You needed to disinfect and wrap your arm, rest was also on the agenda since you’d been up for almost 26 hours before you ran into Red and had him knock you out.
You wrapped yourself in a towel and stepped out of the shower an hour later, your body relaxed after having so much built up tension. You cleaned all your wounds and wrapped your arm after pouring alcohol and ointment on it.
Once you were done, you let yourself fall on the bed, wearing only your underwear and an oversized t-shirt. Your head lolled to the side, noting the time.
It was barely 6am.
You could probably get a few hours of sleep before heading to the Lounge. You set the alarm, letting your eyes close and fall into a slumber from exhaustion and not being suffocated. You needed rest. Your eyes closed as the sun had barely started rising.
“It looks a lot better than it did a few days ago. Just keep putting the medicine on it and keep it wrapped”, the doctor said as he finished wrapping your arm. The soreness is still present after three days.
Penguin had taken you off patrol to recover from your fight with Red. It gave you the perfect time to go in and work on the Calvi case. It required no real physical activity and your arm was still healing so it was the better option.
You slid your top back over your head, slowly guiding your arm through the sleeve and rolling it to loosen the stress.
The day continued as normal, Penguin giving you intel, you finding more information on Calvi, and eventually making it through to find out where his routine spots were.
You managed to get dressed for the night, letting Penguin know your communications wouldn’t be as frequent in order to successfully pull this through.
The mid thigh dress loosely hung on your body, tight enough to show your figure but loose enough to make your curves smooth delicately. Your hair framing your face in a loosely done blowout. Your make up was simple, but you applied a dark red lipstick making your lips appear more seductive. It was always the best way to get men to give you everything you wanted.
You had made your way to Upper Gotham, calling a private car to take you to the Sapphire. An upscale, luxury club that only elite members could enter into. Luckily for you, you managed to bypass the system and register yourself as a top paying member, as well as getting you the exclusive induction card that only elite members had. No one knew what it looked like except those members. Luckily for you getting yours wasn’t too hard. Just a couple strings pulled and boom, you had it.
You walk up to the concierge, sliding your card as the screen flashes green and she lets you walk by. You followed into the main hall, the room full of all kinds of people from every rich family in the city. You recognized businessmen, stock brokers, luxury goods traders, liquor tyrants, everyone who was anyone would come to the club. Especially during the weekend once the offices closed.
You skimmed the room quickly, your outfit helping you blend into the crowd and gave off a silent luxury appeal, not too loud, but not too obviously fake. The dress was simple, classy, and anyone with a good eye could recognize the vintage piece from a mile away. You needed to blend in after all.
You moved through the room, your eyes keeping focused on the bar as you sat on one of the stools, leaning forward as the bartender placed a napkin down, asking for your drink order. You quickly told him a glass of the house red, you didn’t need to be inebriated tonight. You needed to focus.
Once the bartender returned, you picked up the glass and sipped the bold drink as you let the taste seep into your tastebuds. It was rich even for a house wine.
There were a few men playing chess at the table across the room, each one focused on calculative thoughts before moving a piece across the board. You always knew that life was like a game of chess. The better at the game, the better you were at playing your cards in real life. It wasn’t hard to navigate anything, though it required training and skill. Something you had spent the last six years trying to perfect. It was airtight. At least, as close to it as you could possibly get.
A form moving from the entrance caught your eye. He had dark hair that was slicked back, a dark suit fitted to his body that almost melded perfectly. He was tall, built, and had an aura of sophistication floating around him.
Calvi.
He walked over to the men playing chess, shaking their hands as you focused in on what they could possibly be talking about. They all laughed and you tried to make yourself not stand out for staring so long. The glass of wine touched your lips again before setting it down, pushing a strand of hair out of your face as you made eye contact with him. His eyes focused on you as you moved your hair back, reeling him in just like you wanted.
He excused himself, motioning to the bar and the men nodded, continuing their game as you swiveled back towards the counter and feeling his gaze on your back like a burning fire.
Too easy.
“Is this seat taken?’, his deep voice rang out, looking up you noticed his dark eyes held intent in them, strong and committed.
“No. Go ahead.”, you motioned softly as you let your hair fall over your shoulder as you watched him with hooded eyes.
“Whisky. Neat, please.”, he motioned to the bartender as he quickly nodded, starting to prepare his drink. Once the drink was set in front of him, he took a sip then turned towards you. “I’ve never seen you here before. Are you new?”
“I am. My name is Vivian”, you responded before taking another sip of your wine. “Got an invite from a colleague of mine, said this is one of the most exclusive clubs in Gotham and figured I had to check it out after getting such a kind invite.”
“It’s the most exclusive and holds all the most influential people in Gotham.”, he mentioned before leaning back smoothly, his confidence radiating off his body. It was a good thing he was attractive because this would be so much harder if he wasn’t. “My name is Calvi Calbera”.
“So, I take it that you’re a part of Gotham’s influential elite?”, your eyes couldn’t have held more seductiveness to them even if you tried, his body language giving away that you had him reeled in.
“Probably one of the most influential.”, he smirked, bringing his glass to his lips before setting it down gently on the counter. “I work in the luxury goods market. Seems to bring in a lot of revenue when you work with… delicacies.”
“Any ones in particular that you like?”
“Diamonds. They’re the most expensive and most worth the investment.”, you didn’t miss how his eyes trailed down your body, your dress clinging to your curves and the smooth skin of your legs showing off as you crossed them slightly. It didn’t take a genius to guess what he was thinking of. “You should come by my estate. We can talk more about them in private, in the comfort of a home.”
You wanted to cringe at his offer. His estate. You just remembered exactly why you hated the majority of the rich people in Gotham. You forced your face to stay neutral, your eyes flickering to your glass before taking the last sip of the wine.
“If you have some good red, and something worthwhile, I’ll consider it.”, you placed a hand on his knee, smiling at him with a sweet look on your face. Sweet yet seductive. It made him latch onto the bait. He leaned in, taking out a business card and handing it to you.
“Here’s the address, come on Saturday. When you arrive tell them you have an appointment with me.”, his voice was laced with lust, you could even see the tightness of his pants. You just did your finishing move, looking at his eyes before flickering quickly to his lips, then quickly back to his gaze seeing the growing darkness in his hues. Your face leaned into his, your hand moving slowly up his leg and slightly on his thigh.
“I look forward to it.”, you smiled at him, grabbing your purse and leaving a $100 on the counter before walking away, his eyes on you as you walked out confidently but slowly so he could reel more into the trap you laid out.
Once you reached the outside of the building, your car pulled up, the valet opening the door as you stepped inside and got comfortable. You gave the driver your address as he started following his GPS.
You looked at the card Calvi gave you, looking at the information and finding out his estate was about 30 minutes outside of the main parts of the city. Gotham Heights. The rich and powerful all lived on this side of the city.
You committed to memorizing the address, tucking it into your purse as the driver arrived at your complex, tipping the driver before heading up the elevator and pushing through the door of your apartment.
It was late, looking at the clock as it read 10pm.
You really shouldn’t have stayed so long but the time seemed to pass a lot faster when the jobs involved going undercover versus being in the field. You liked infiltrating others’ lives and playing the part even for just a few hours. It brought some insight to the life you’d never have.
Kicking off your heels, you rubbed the backs of your feet, ankles red from walking in them for the evening. You never sported heels often but you did so enough that it was easy enough to walk in them. They still hurt your feet though.
A small noise snapped you to attention, pulling out your gun from the drawer in the kitchen, just one of many you had stashed throughout the apartment. You slowly did a walk through, looking closely at each of the rooms, looking through everything as you finished out the closets in the living room and moved into the bedroom.
The lights were off. Nothing seemed out of place.
You slowly moved towards the restroom, checking the closet, in the shower, hell even the cabinets even though logically a human couldn’t fit in there. You relaxed slightly, walking back into the bedroom, the darkness looming from outside as the night got darker.
Just as you began to walk out of the room, you noticed something.
One of the vases you had filled with water was knocked over…
What the hell?
The feeling of rough hands gripping your arm sent you into fight mode, struggling against the person assaulting you as you tried to hit them with the bottom of the gun. Their grip tightened, forcing your hand to release the gun before you felt your body get thrown on the bed and shoved into the mattress.
Just as you began to curse at them, a large hand clamped over your mouth, that familiar red helmet bringing an anger in your bones.
“Shhh, don’t want to wake the neighbors now do we?”, he muttered.
Your eyes glared daggers at him, wishing they were real so he could suffer from the cuts. Your body was stuck under his, his muscular legs holding your body in place as the rest of his frame was being held up by one arm. He was huge compared to you. His body radiating a heat that left your skin on fire. You felt exposed. You weren’t wearing anything but a measly dress, your chest almost flush against his.
“You sure do make it believable enough that you’re one of them.”, he had a mocking tone to his voice, your body still trying to thrash against him but to no avail. “Now, what are you doing at Sapphire talking to Calvi Calbera?”
Before he made another move, you kicked him in the groin, hard enough to make him double over and loosen his grip on you. It was more than enough time to shove him to the ground, grabbing the dagger that was hidden under your dresser and getting on top of him, your knees holding down his arms as you held the dagger to his throat.
“How the hell did you find where I live?!”, you bit out, your breath uneven as you felt the rush of adrenaline in your body. “How did you get in?!”
“Sweetheart, I’m a detective. I can find anything out about anyone in this city whenever I want. Even you.”, his eyes narrowed as a way to taunt you causing your jaw to clench in irritation as you brought your face closer to his and staring at him with murder in your eyes.
“How. Did. You. Get. In.”, you repeated, this time more serious and the knife pricking his skin, the small trickle of blood running down the side of his neck.
“Window, doll.”, he motioned slightly with a small cock of his head. “You didn’t lock it.”
You turned to look at the window, noticing the lock was intact, not broken. If he broke in, the lock wouldn’t look like it was brand new and yet it was. Had you really forgotten to lock it? You looked at the window before turning back to Red, confusion quickly covered up with frustration.
“You have no right coming to my home.”
“I wasn’t asking for an invite.” , you leaned back slightly, the weight of your legs on his arms lifting as you felt him sit up, your body still sitting on his as you glared at him. He didn’t make any sudden movements, just held your gaze as you held the knife to his throat still.
“Why are you here?”, you asked, about to pull yourself off of him before his hand grabbed a handful of your hair, gripping it and forcing you to look at him.
“You need to learn your place. That’s why I’m here.”, he pulled you closer to his helmet, his eyes boring into yours. “You cost me $100k. On a good shipment batch. I think I’ll have to send a message back to the fat bird to get my point across to not fuck with me.”
“You have tried killing me every time we’ve run into each other for the past month!”, you fought back, his grip tightening.
“Don’t act like the feeling isn’t mutual”, he breathed.
“I have a job to do. Killing you gets me out of this fucking city”, you struggled against him, trying to make him release his grip.
“And you’ve failed every time. Why is that sweetheart? What are you hiding?”
“Fuck. Off.”, you bit out.
Why was he testing you?
He had an open shot to snap your neck, he could just do it and get it over with.
“Does it have to do with Black Mask? You seem to hold a resentment when all he wants is your attention”
“I don’t care about what he wants. I don’t give a damn about him.”
His gaze held yours, feeling his hand go slack as you pushed yourself off of him. You threw the knife on the dresser, rolling your arm from the soreness. He watched you as you moved, his eyes skimming over your body as your back was turned to him.
What was your motive? Why did you let him go?
The question whirled in his head as you turned, staring at him as he remained exposed on the floor. He wasn’t vulnerable, he had everything he needed to disable you, yet he didn’t move.
“Leave. Now.”
“So bossy”, he muttered as he stood, his frame towering over you. Your body moved back as he pressed you against the nightstand, his arms on either side of your body as he caged you in. “What’s going on in that head of yours? Why let me go when your job is to kill me?” he mummed, cocking his head in turn.
“Spite”, was all you said, the seconds ticking by as he let out a deep chuckle before pushing back and heading towards the window he’d climbed in through, pushing himself out and leaving.
There was an emptiness that flooded the room, but you couldn’t quite place it. Red was getting too comfortable with just showing up into your life whenever he wanted. What was he hiding? What was he up to?
You slipped out of your dress, changing into an oversized shirt and leaving nothing but underwear on as you tied your hair up and washed your face. You stared at yourself for a moment in the mirror, a flood of emotion overwhelming you as you reached to touch the necklace around your neck.
Would everything be different if you were still here?
The memories flooded you, every pact you made to never become a part of this life entering your mind. Would you have been swept away and been out of Gotham had he come back?
~
“You do realize that Batman will kill me if he found out about this?”, Robin said as you and him snuck through the city, reaching another rooftop that just peered over the water.
“C’mon it’ll be fine, besides when do you ever see fireworks that aren’t because of some criminal trying to create a diversion?”, you laughed as he rolled his eyes.
“Good point.”, he smiled, following as you stood on the ledge, watching as the countdown sounding out went down a second at a time.
“Okay Gotham, let’s get ready for our 10-second countdown!” you heard the announcer over the speaker say as the crowd chanted.
“5! 4! 3! 2!….1!”, the onslaught of fireworks and sparklers lit up the night, the crowd screaming, shouting, celebrating the coming of the New Year.
You looked at the fireworks, your eyes glowing at the sight. It’d be the first time you’ve seen them in such a way. celebratory fashion.
“Aren’t they-“, your words got cut off at the feeling of Robin grabbing your face, planting a kiss on your lips and bringing you closer to him. You melted into him, his hands tightening around your waist. He flooded your senses, your entire body falling into his charm, his humor, his intelligence, his heart, his everything.
He pulled away from the kiss, his forehead resting on yours as he stared at you.
“Happy New Year (Y/n)”, he whispered as you smiled against his lips.
“Happy New Year, Rob”, you whispered back.
~
If only times were as simple as they once were. Nothing was ever as it seemed and that was the reality of your situation. Everything would always fade away from you, only leaving yourself to get out alive.
What a foolish thing to believe in at such a young age. You were only 15, him 16. There was too much of life to live to assume that moment could stay isolated in time forever. You could only hope.
Turning off the faucet, you went back to bed, laying down as you looked out the window and took in the light from the moon, a part of you feeling like someone was watching.
You looked at the lock, lifting yourself up to close it but freezing in the process. You couldn’t explain why but you settled back into bed.
The lock on the window still left open.
You had finalized the steps of your plan, fixing your hair as you pinned a few pieces up and left others to frame your face. It gave you a delicate look, softened your features and gave you a sort of edge. It was dark, sultry.
Spraying a few pumps of your perfume on your neck and wrists, you took one last look in the mirror. You looked sexy, seductive, like any man would fall at your feet. It gave you a boost of confidence as you grabbed your small clutch off the counter, ensuring your dagger was hidden at the bottom with a decent amount of cash, your wallet, lipstick, and your gun. It was along the lining but the bulge was hidden thanks to the other items in your bag.
It took about 20-30 minutes to reach Calvi’s estate, watching as the mansion pulled into view. It was beautiful, and the architecture was gothic but with a light twist of old money and class. It was bright, the reflection from the setting sun making it glow beautifully. There was a garden in the front as the gates opened, the driver buzzing in at the entrance as you showed your identification. Fake identification at that.
The car pulled into the driveway that wrapped around a fountain. It was made of marble, and had beautiful carvings in the stone. It was so intricate you could’ve sworn it might’ve been made by a renaissance sculptor.
The door opened as one of the butlers pulled it away from the car, holding a hand for you to grab onto as you thanked them, a soft smile thrown in their direction.
You walked up the staircase, Calvi waiting for you in his fitted suit, his hair freshly cut and his hands in his pockets as he smiled at you. He extended a hand, taking yours in his as he pressed a kiss on your knuckles.
Chivalry isn’t dead after all.
His eyes did a quick skim of your body, the dress you wore hugging your figure perfectly, the back being exposed to show some skin. It had a pearl chain that hung loosely in the back, but overall the entire ensemble was more than enough to lure him in.
He led you down the hall, the walls covered in old art and the tables filled with flowers, probably thanks to his housing staff. It was unique, grand, over the top yet simple and calming at the same time. You’d been in Gotham Heights’ homes before, but none really drew you in like this one was right now. Calvi had taste, or at least the person who selected his decor had taste.
A flash of blue caught your eye, you stopped as you looked at it. Perfectly marked shades of yellow contrast against the blue, it was beautiful. Something you’d never imagined you’d see.
“Is this real?”, you asked, your eyes glued to the painting.
“Every piece in this house is real, my dear.”
Your head tilted as you soaked in the work of art in front of you. The impressionism was well done, though you knew the history behind the piece.
“You like Van Gogh?”Calvi hummed next to you.
You paused for a moment, soaking in admiration at the lilies in the painting. Each stroke is simple, delicate, and impactful. Van Gogh definitely had a mind far beyond comprehension. You closed your eyes, turning to Calvi and smiling at him.
“No. Not at all actually.”, you responded as you followed him down the hall.
~
“You like to read?”, you laughed as you grabbed one of the books Robin had brought with him.
“Yeah, I read a lot of Jane Austen, Virginia Woolf too.”, he flipped through some of the pages, almost like he was examining the book as you read the back of the book in your hand.
“How exactly did you get into reading?”
Robin shrugged. “I guess all that free time sneaking into libraries paid off.” he handed you a fry, biting down on it as you finished reading the back of the hardcover. “What about you? Do you like reading?”
“Mmm, no. But the family has a lot of cool paintings around the house. Sometimes I look up what they are and learn about the history of it. I think Rembrant and Van Gogh are my favorites.”
“Yeah? Art history. Almost as cool as Literature”
“It’s way cooler than Literature”, you smirked at him as he rolled his eyes behind his mask.
“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s your favorite and why?”, he leaned back on his hands, watching as you sat in your thoughts for a few moments, contemplating an answer before lighting up in excitement.
“Oh! Definitely a Vase with irises against a yellow background.”
“Jesus, who the hell gave it that long name?”
You shoved his shoulder playfully before grabbing another fry from the small basket he’d brought with him. He often brought burgers and fries for the two of you to share while you caught up for the week. He was able to see you more frequently compared to when you first met a few months ago.
“Van Gogh did, and it’s a great work of art. It’s an impressionist painting. He did it while he was in the psych clinic. I think it’s actually one of the last paintings he ever did before he died. Anyway, I just really like it. The contrast makes it even more interesting to look at because blue and yellow are such bright happy colors and yet, you understand the emotion he felt. A lot of people think it symbolizes his desire to escape, leave the asylum and never look back.”
“Is that why you like it? Because he wanted to escape and never look back?”, you knew exactly why he asked, your heart tugging in your chest as you met his eye line.
“Yeah, I guess so.”, you confessed, “But, I’ve been wanting to escape a lot less recently.”
Robin smiled at you softly, your eyes staring at him with gratitude. He really had made Gotham worthwhile. He made everything worthwhile.
“Yeah, me too.”
~
“And this is our sitting room. I usually bring guests in to sit and share a drink while we talk over business, personal matters, or just anything life throws at us.”
You snapped back to reality at the sound of Calvi’s voice. You forced yourself to tuck away the thought of the past, focusing on the task at hand. He led you into the room, motioning at the butler inside to fetch some drinks. You sat down gently on the couch, watching as he grabbed the two glasses from the waiter and handed one to you.
“Our Finest red.”, he motioned as you took a sip of the wine.
It was rich, full and sweet. You didn’t know a red could be sweet and yet, here it was. It tasted magnificent.
"So, Vivian.”, he put his arm on the headrest behind you. “A penny for your thoughts?”
“Just wondering how you managed to get such a beautiful home, I’m feeling quite jealous.”, you smiled at him, sipping your glass once again.
“My family works in luxury goods, but after the passing of my parents I figured I could use my investments… differently.”
“Differently?”, you cocked an eyebrow.
“There is a whole other side to the Gotham business than you realize, my dear.”, he leaned in.
I realize more than you do asshole.
“Should I be worried?”, you leaned forward, gently placing a hand on his knee, his eyes flickering with pride.
“I’ll share so long as you can keep it a secret?”, Oh. He was dying to impress you. You could see it all over his body language. Calvi was a smart man, filthy rich, and even had questionable business practices. You needed to see if he truly played a hand in Gotham’s underground like Penguin’s intel had stated. If he did, getting him to partner with the Boss would be a lot easier than you thought.
“If it makes you feel better… I’ll share a secret first. Even the playing field.”, you ran your hand along his tie, fixing it to lay flat on his dress shirt and under the suit he had on. Your eyes met his dark ones as he watched you intently.
“Please share..”, his lips remained parted as he watched your movements, you could tell his heart was beating faster just by the looks of him.
You leaned forward, your face inches from his before you parted your lips, your mouth strategically close to his for effect. “I have a thing for men with a little… edge to them.” you whispered, recognizing the flicker in his eyes the moment you spoke. “You’ve reeled me in, can you get me hooked?”
“I can get you more than just hooked, baby.”, he moved towards you, “I’ll get you addicted.”
You lifted a hand, tracing his jaw slightly, your lips softly grazing his as you pushed him against the couch, throwing your legs over his as you sat up, melding your body close to his.
“So then, enlighten me.”
His hand landed on your thigh, his fingers squeezing a bit before he spoke, the tension growing by the second. “I have connections with the trades on the East side of Gotham. A few business partners help me invest my money where money never ends. I get protection, money, and reputation. All I do is invest and help them make shipments then I make more income than the majority of the people at Sapphire.”
Bingo. He confirmed what you needed to know. If he already had connections with the underground, who were they with?
“Sounds dangerous.”, you fed the bait slowly.
“It keeps money in my pockets, keeps the business alive. Gotham’s underground is a never ending flow of money”
You felt his hand trail up your thigh, the skin growing cold as he pushed your dress up slightly. His eyes tried to dig into yours, but your facade was bulletproof. No one could break you or make you show your true self. Calvi would never even come close to doing so.
The knock on the room door broke the moment much to your satisfaction. Calvi closed his eyes in annoyance, calling out for the guest to come in. Two tall men came in, dressed in all black and wearing a headset. You moved away from Calvi as he stood, walking over to the men as they talked in whispers with him. You committed every part of their appearance to memory, from the clothing they wore, the brand of the headset, to the miniscule scars they had that almost seemed like a branding symbol. You stowed it away in the capsule in your head to later jot down for future reference.
“Vivian.”Calvi turned towards you as you rose from the couch, fixing the small part of your dress that rose a centimeter. “I’m afraid something has come up that requires my attention. I’ll fetch a car for you but please, we need to finish our conversation next time.”
You looked up at him with innocence in your eyes, simply nodding before placing a soft kiss on his cheek, placing a gentle hand on his arm before you went down the corridor to the outside where the car waited for you. You had given your address to the driver and he dropped you off at your complex, leaving you to push through the doors and crash on the bed.
Once you hit the sheets you let out a sigh of relief. God, why was this so taxing? What information did this man have that was so important to Penguin when there were a hundred other men who had the same connections that the boss could do business with? The act of questioning the boss wasn’t an option though, so instead you continued with your assignment as normal.
The next few weeks proved to be normal, simple, barely any information of use. The whole job seemed lackluster, almost a waste of your time but you needed to convince Calvi to work with Penguin. It would be the biggest asset in getting your payout.
That was the goal for your upcoming visit after all.
2 Weeks Later
Entering the location Calvi had given you gave you an edge, it was a club. Mid-level. It was where all of the crooked men of Gotham came to dip into the pool of the underground. It also happened to be one of the investments that Calvi had on the East side. It was similar to the Lounge, though the clientele were more Upper Gotham trying to hide in the shadows.
You walked into the room with seductive confidence, your aura radiating pure lust, seduction, and darkness. You walked to the back of the club, feeling some of the men look at you as you passed by. They would always be enamored by you, all the brainless men in the underground were. They never knew who you were, never knew your name or your looks because you did good in presenting yourself entirely differently each time.
DIfferent hair, different makeup, different energy. Needless to say, they all fell for it every single time. Your dress hugged your figure, stopping mid thigh and carving out your curves to be more prominent, your long, dark hair falling down your back as you fixed your earrings that had dangling strands as you reapplied your dark red lipstick. Seduction was the game and you were the physical embodiment of the word.
You walked up to the red door down the hall, a tall bulky man standing in front of the door as he stared at your body, his eyes roaming and taking you in. You internally smirked at how easy men were to manipulate.
“I have a meeting with Calvi, my name is Vivian.”, you lied through your teeth as the guard grunted and walked inside the room, only to open the door for you a few moments later. “Thank you.”, your lips pulled into a perfect red smile as you walked by him, looking into the room and taking in your surroundings.
The room had a dark atmosphere but was lit by dim lights around the room. A couch in the middle of the room with two solo seating seats, a glass table in the middle with a glass bottle of what seemed like whiskey on the tray on top, two glasses complimenting the bottle. You took in the velvet colors on the furniture, the paintings on the walls adding nice accents as the door on the very end of the room opposite of the main door opened.
“Vivian.”, he smiled at the sight of you, a few men surrounding him as they played poker. They all looked familiar. Probably those men from Sapphire he played chess with. He placed a gentle hand on your back, leading you to the couch as the men watched you intently. “I’m glad you made it.” his suave voice rang out, deep but sophisticated, full of authority.
He had his dark hair slicked back, a dark suit fitted to his body that probably cost him a couple thousands of dollars, his bold gold watch wrapped around his wrist as he walked towards you adjusting his cuffs. He radiated a type of energy that would leave a normal woman at his feet, begging to be taken by him. Your eyes zeroed in on him, taking him in with your dark hues, letting the second round of the game begin.
“Thank you for inviting me, I’ve been looking forward to hearing from you again.”, you sat down as you looked up at him, your stare innocently seductive. He dropped a smile at you, one that could make anyone swoon after him, but you knew his background and you needed to play your cards right in order to convince this man fully.
You watched as he walked to the far side of the room, near the small bar area. “Any wine?”
“Château Lafite Rothschild, if you have it”,
“I love a woman with expensive taste.” he pulled out a bottle which left an impressive look on your face. “1998, it’s more aged.”
He poured your wine before pouring his own Whiskey into a glass and walking over to you, handing you the wine before sitting next to you. You opened your body up to him, not letting him take a hint of your body language being too closed off.
He turned his body to face you, his arm on the head of the couch and his leg crossed over his other. He exuded dominant energy even in a position of relaxation. You weren’t naive though, you knew he was always on guard, especially working with the criminals of Gotham on a regular basis. Anyone could call a hit on him, it made sense he didn’t let his guard down completely.
“I really appreciate aged wine, it’s more of a delicacy so it’s nice when someone actually has it around.”, you smiled at him, his eyes focused on you while you noticed his friends skimming your legs. God these men. So easy to manipulate.
“I wanted to ask about a painting, actually.”, you asked truthfully.
“Anything for you Vivian.”, his full focus was on you, before he motioned for his men to kick out his guests, all the men leaving in a file line as the music from the club slowly leaked into the backroom and his guards stood outside the door. The two of you now alone.
“I want to see how much it would cost to get a Monet in hand. One that has a good price on it.”, his eyes flickered with interest at the mention of the French artist. He had to know how to source one one way or another.
“Which painting are you wanting to inquire about?”
“I’ve wanted to own an authentic version of Le Bassin Aux Nymphéas.”, you said confidently, trying to gauge his interest.
“My dear, it's an $80 million painting.”
“I just.. Wanted to see how much it would take to get it. I have the funds to back up my inquiry.” you played with his tie, smoothing out the folds of his suit.
“I know it’s a difficult piece to acquire, I would need someone to endorse my interests and hold power over the transactional process. I couldn’t think of anyone better than you”, you slowly placed your hand on his chest, letting him soak in your touch. You felt the way his body reacted slightly to you, his heart skipping a beat. You looked into his eyes, seeing that same lustful emotion run through his body. You could see the tightening in his jaw, his hand clenching slightly on the couch.
You noticed the immediate intrigue in his expression. Even he knew the process of getting such a painting would be difficult, expensive and timely. He had a strong hand in the world of luxury goods, his entire business and company focused on the foreign trade of luxury goods and rare objects for high profile clients. This was just another job he would be able to make by pulling black market strings. Everyone in the real world knew Calvi as the charming, handsome CEO of a luxury goods company, but the underground knew him as a black market ring leader. What he made in the underground quadrupled in 6 months what he made in a year in his company. To say he was wealthy would be an understatement.
“What made you so interested in an $80 million painting?”
“I want it for my personal collection. I want it to be desired, taken care of, protected”, your voice flowed through your lips smoothly, your body leaning into Calvi’s as you played softly with his collar, your fingers tracing lines on his suit. Your eyes focused on his tie before meeting his eyes and seeing the absolute craze happening inside of him. His brown eyes stared at you with lust, desire, control, and you knew you were playing your game well.
“I want it to be treated, the way any timeless rarity, any delicate precious luxury should be treated.”, his hand found its way to your leg, rubbing soft circles on your skin as you played your cards. You stared at his lips, then flashed back up to his eyes, letting yourself soak into the moment, letting him slowly unravel underneath your spell. Calvi’s eyes focused on your eyes, then down to your lips, the bright color of your red lips slowly drawing him in.
“You know how to do that don’t you? How to take care of.. Precious delicacies?”, you whispered against his lips, almost pressing against yours as he breathed. You let your hand lay on his chest as the other landed on his hand on your leg. Checkmate.
“I know more than just simply taking care of them, my dear.”, he breathed as he closed the gap between the two of you, his lips savagely consuming you, your hand on his chest as he pushed you against the couch. His hand reached into your hair, tightening as he deepened the kiss, his tongue battling it out with yours as you felt his skin catch on fire. He had been wanting to devour you since you first met a month ago, and now, he was a mindless pawn in your game to get what you wanted. You played the part well, you knew it would be far too easy to get someone like him to fall to his knees for you. It only took a month, but it worked.
“Boss.”
Calvi pulled away, his hand still tangled in your hair as you opened your eyes and met his, his hues full of lust and need. Only after a second, he turned to his guard.
“What is it?”, his voice was filled with irritation.
“I hate to interrupt, but you have a visitor.”, the guard let out. “He’s here for business”
“Tell him to come back tomorrow”, Calvi turned to you again, his eyes taking in your swollen lips and dark eyes. Empty eyes but he didn’t need to know how void of emotion you were.
“Sir.”, the guard pressed before saying something that even you couldn’t ignore. “It’s the Red Hood.”
You felt your blood run cold, forcing yourself to remain calm at the mention of his name. You noticed how Calvi almost immediately snapped into attention. He looked at his guard, nodding and telling him to give him five minutes before bringing him in. He fixed his suit and his hair, wiping off the red stain that was on his lips as you fixed your hair and your dress.
“I didn’t know you had company.”, you said as you watched him. “I can come back another time.”
“Nonsense, my dear. It’ll be quick business, then we can get back to our… discussion about your inquiry on the Monet.”
As he finished, the door opened again, your eyes panned over to the other man standing at the door. A wall of pure, solid muscle covered completely in kevlar, daggers, and guns. A black motorcycle jacket on his upper half and dark combat boots, his bright red helmet making a statement as he entered. He completely flooded your senses with his intensity and dominance. You stared at him as he looked into the room, but you knew he was glaring daggers at you from under his helmet. When didn’t he completely despise anything you did?
“Red Hood. It’s a pleasure to have you here.” Calvi spoke confidently, his hand motioning towards the seat in front of the couch as he sat down next to you. You noticed the slits where his eyes should be narrow slightly no doubt recognizing what you and Calvi were doing. Your hair was a bit messy, and your lips were swollen. To anyone else they would have ignored it. But Red caught it immediately.
“What can I help you with?”
“I don’t mean to interrupt your… affairs, but I have an order to make”, Red’s deep, distorted voice rang out as he glared at Calvi’s hand slightly touching you from the top of the couch. Your eyes narrowed at him and even not being able to see his expression, you knew he was pissed. “I need 4 shipments of Fear Toxin and Miraclo, and two shipments holding AK47s, MFA1 Carbines, and M1928s.”
“When do you need your shipments?”
“Next week.”, Red stood with his arms crossed, staring at you then back at Calvi. You sent him looks filled with annoyance and frustration. You wanted nothing more than to be able to punch him in the jaw. “We have work that needs to be done.”
A subtle threat only meant for you.
What was he planning?
“It’ll be a tight schedule, but I’ll make sure it gets here in 3 days time. I’ll give you your total statement then to ensure payment is processed and received.”
“Good, now, get home Calvi.”, he ordered. You nearly scoffed at how you just witnessed the Red Hood give the king of the black market orders.
“Excuse me?”, Calvi questioned. “Get home? Are you my mother now?”
“No, but I am the guy keeping protection on your little operations, so if you want our contract to not be void, I suggest you listen. I won’t repeat myself twice.”
So Red was his contact. No wonder Calvi seemed well composed and confident in himself. Red was giving him all the protection he needed along with the pay for sourcing weapons for him. Foreign goods. Yeah, those militant weapons were foreign alright.
Calvi stared at him, letting the seconds pass and the tension grow, before standing and fixing his suit. “It’s a pleasure as always Hood. Vivian, let’s go, my dear.”
“The girl leaves. You won’t be needing her to help you get home.”
Calvi narrowed his eyes, your position still sitting on the couch. You felt your body fill with overwhelming anger, you wanted to kill the Red Hood more than anything but you couldn’t give up your facade of the calm, collected woman you were right now. You’d have to deal with him later.
“Vivian, I’ll get my driver to-”
“I’ll make sure she gets a ride.”, Red interrupted him. “I’ll have your guard get her a cab.”
Calvi clenched his teeth, his jaw flexing as you stood and walked over to him. You swayed your hips purposely to get a rise out of the masked vigilante, reaching your hands to touch Calvi’s face.
“I can get home. I look forward to continuing our discussion when we’re able to, okay?”, Calvi grunted in agreement before you gave him a kiss on the cheek, keeping your touch on him longer than you normally would just to get a rise out of the man burning holes into your back. You walked past Red Hood, walking out the door and getting in your cab. You were silent the entire way home, letting yourself bask in the anger eating you alive as you tried to calm down.
You entered your apartment angrily, throwing your clutch on the counter before shoving the heels off your feet.
Who did he think he was?!
God, you were on the right track, you have Calvi wrapped around your finger and of course, it’s him that Calvi has ties with. Now your entire plan was set back thanks to the infuriating red vermin.
You placed your hands on the counter, leaning forward as you stared at the ground. You needed to breathe. Relax. You could not let him get to you. Especially not like this.
Was this payback for the past month of you raiding his jobs? For making him lose all that money? He already wanted to kill you and you him, but why did him barging in on your jobs piss you off even more? You’d rather he just put the bullet in your head and call it a day than have to deal with the anger that flooded your veins every time you saw him.
“You really know how to play the part of seductress don’t you?”, that deep, distorted voice ripped you out of your focus. You felt the anger rise in you again. You turned to look at him, all 225 pounds of him, with his overwhelming presence, his annoying glare as he stared at your form. You were still wearing your dress, your hair still done and your makeup still flawless. And yet, the ugly side of you was about to come out and go head to head with this man.
“Get out of my apartment, Red.”, you bit out, the venom lacing your voice.
“What were you planning on doing? Seducing him?”, he pressed, his voice had an edge to it. “Were you going to reel him in? Get him under your spell so he would do you favors?”
“I said, get out!”, you turned to look at him, your eyes red with fury, your skin burning in irritation, and your heart pounding as you stood in front of him, looking up due to the obvious height difference. Red started to walk towards you, forcing you against the wall as he raised his arm to trap you against his muscular form and the brick. You wanted to fucking kill him.
“Were you going to let him have his way with you?”, he lowered his head, his voice deeper than it was before, the edge growing sharper. There was something dark in his voice, dangerous, full of instability. Your jaw clenched as you tried shoving him away, punching his chest as you shoved your face in his, the hate evident like you were an angered bull.
“Let him be taken by you? Let him touch you, use you, maybe even let him fuck you?”, You punched him again, shoving your hands into his chest as you pushed out of his grasp, snapping at him when he tried to touch you.
“Fucking leave me alone!” you yelled, your voice raw and your adrenaline pumping. You were certain you could kill him right now given the chance. You tried reaching for the gun in your bag, only to feel his hands stop you, pushing you against the table as he pressed his chest flush with your back, his face right next to your ear as he spoke in a dark tone.
“I know your little game, (Y/n). You can fool Calvi, seduce him, manipulate him, brainwash him. But I know. I know every little thing that you’re doing.”, he pressed his body against you, his leg separating your thighs, pressing against you. “You can’t fool me, sweetheart.”
“You son of a bitch..”, you felt on fire, struggling against him, pushing yourself back as he turned you around, forcing himself into your space. Your body was still wrapped in your dress, your breasts were practically on his chest, his arms trapping you as he overwhelmed your senses.
“Tell me, (Y/n), do you think he’d know how to take care of you?”, his voice got deeper, his hand grabbing your face so your eyes would meet his. His body pressed against you, the muscle of his legs causing your skin to heat. “Would he know the first thing about where to touch you?”, his leg pushed against your core, your body responding to his sudden movements. “Would he know how to fuck you?”.
Your eyes narrowed in hatred, absolute hate and fury. There was no hiding it, even he could see the absolute lack of control you had right now and you hated it. You hated him.
His voice was in your ear, his hand grabbing your waist as the other wrapped itself around your throat. “Would he be able to make you scream his name?”. God, he filled your senses and pushed you into overdrive. “Would he be able to absolutely fuck the sense out of you and make you his? Take every part of you and make you beg?” his voice dripped with conviction, repeating himself a final time. “Tell me sweetheart, do you think he’s the one to make you his?”
You couldn’t take the pressure building in between your thighs. You didn’t want to have this reaction to him, but your body had other plans, ones you couldn’t control or hide.
“Why are you so interested in my personal life, Red?”, you challenged. You needed to get your power back from him. “Do you think you’d be able to do even half of what you’re saying Calvi would do to me?”
“Sweetheart, if I had you, there wouldn’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind who you belonged to.”
You stared at him with heat in your eyes, you knew he could see how flustered you were but you didn’t want to give him more power than he already had. You suddenly felt his gloved hand on your neck, his fingers softly clutching your face.
“I don’t belong to anyone. Especially not you”, you bit out, your teeth clenched as he held your gaze.
“Keep telling yourself that, Sweetheart.”, he pushed himself away from you, heading towards the window. “Calvi works for me. He won’t be so naive to fall into your tricks.”
“Leave, Red.”, you forced out, your anger still consuming you. You watched as he climbed out the window and out into the night, your body still in overdrive from his touch.
Why did he leave you feeling this way?
How did he get you this riled up?
Why did he care about you going after Calvi?
And most importantly, what was his motive?
A/N: Here is chapter 3! Hope you guys enjoy it!
I have been sick the past week so I was able to edit and get this up for you guys. I love the reactions to this series so please leave all your comments and thoughts! I love reading them and look forward to hearing more from you guys.
Until Next Week xx.
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when it's cold, i'd like to die
summary: they all fell victim to the datura meloxia that night, they all saw something - yet y/n's nightmare is unescapable, despite kaz's best efforts
a/n: haha, lol, i'm alive
Kaz pulled apart the doors, gradually revealing the room behind them. Y/N stood behind him, taking it all in. It was a beautiful building - the walls decorated with intricately patterned wallpaper and wooden panels.
“Spread out,” Kaz ordered, his rough voice loud in the quiet of the room.
Y/N stepped around him and into the room, taking slow, careful steps. Things were going a bit too well to her liking - they had yet to run into their usual chaos.
“I can hear another heartbeat,” Tolya said softly, walking further into the room.
“I thought it was empty,” Jesper muttered, passing Y/N.
“So did I,” she replied, glancing at him.
“It’s fainter,” Tolya explained, “further in the house.”
Tolya took a step forward, almost reaching the other door that led further into the house. The floorboards under his foot sunk suddenly and something, somewhere within the walls, released and the doors on either side of the room slid shut with a resounding bang.
Y/N ran back to the door they’d come through and tried to prise it back open. Her finger nails dug into the wood and she groaned, struggling to pull them at all, even with Jesper’s help.
Inej unsheathed one of her knives and stabbed the patterned screen. The knife bounced off it, leaving nothing behind. She tried again and still, nothing. “It’s impenetrable,” she said, stepping back. “Great.”
Kaz knocked on the wooden panelling with the head of his cane. His face dropped in realisation as, instead of a hollow wooden sound, there was a metal clang. “The frames are made of metal.”
Jesper pressed a hand against the frame, leaning his head in. “They’re Durast made.”
Y/N tilted her head back and looked around the room. It wasn’t big - it was smaller than what had been Kaz’s office back at the old Crow Club. But given that the frames were Durast made, and that Tolya had detected another heartbeat at the back of the grounds, there was more to the small room than it was letting on.
From somewhere within the roof, something metal clanked against something else, causing a ticking sound. Y/N’s eyes scanned the perimeter of the roof until they stopped on one of the small lanterns hanging on the wall. As she watched it, a red mist began to spray out of the floral shape above, spreading out into the air.
“There’s something in the air,” Tolya said, looking up at the lantern too.
It was, sort of, stating the obvious. They’d all noticed the red vapour by then and Y/N could feel her chest growing tight, the ability to breathe getting harder. She fell back, hitting the wall behind her, the room spinning around her like a spinning top she so often saw in the Ketterdam markets.
Y/N felt someone looking at her and she had enough awareness left to turn her head, finding Kaz staring at her, his own face utterly impassive. Yet his eyes gave everything away - the slight widening showing the panic that had taken over the usual stoicism.
Because whilst he may plan for things to go catastrophically wrong, Kaz Brekker couldn’t plan a way to cheat death when it came for them.
Jesper went first, falling to the floor and falling still. Inej lasted a little longer - leaning back against the walls, struggling to stay awake. But even she fell, landing quietly and carefully even as she was dying.
Y/N felt her knees go weak and she braced herself against the wall behind her. She tried to keep her head up, to keep looking at Kaz. But it soon became impossible. Her vision blurred as her head pounded and her chest got tighter. Kaz became a black blur and Y/N fell sideways, the room spinning around her.
She didn’t feel herself hit the floor. One second she was suffocating, unable to breathe or think and the next she was standing in the middle of the Barrel, the sea spray from the harbour hitting her skin.
“Y/N!”
Kaz stood at the other end of the street, a black shadow against the white lights of the street lamps. She could his cane, the metal crow’s head glinting in the hazy light. Y/N took a single step forward and as she did so, the building next to Kaz exploded.
The force of the explosion threw Y/N backwards, the heat of the flames burning her face and her arms. She landed on the wet cobblestones, the force of the impact rippling throughout her entire body.
For a while, there was just blackness. Y/N could see nothing. She could hear nothing. Then, gradually, her senses came back. First, she tasted blood in her mouth, then the pain ripping through her body and then the sound of the flames, of the rubble still falling.
Y/N forced her eyes open, even as the smoke stung them. The street lamps had gone out around them - the fires burning within the rubble the only light available for the smoke had covered the moon. She coughed, her lungs burning, her breath getting caught in her throat.
Rubble rolled off her and onto the ground and she struggled to get up, her legs bending, refusing to hold her weight. Y/N fell against a pile of rubble and pushed herself upwards, grazing her hands against the exposed masonry.
As her mind finally caught up, the shock fading away, the panic set in.
“Kaz!” Y/N screamed, coughing as the smoke invaded her throat. “Kaz!”
Her foot tripped over something and Y/N landed on the ground again, her face barely avoiding smacking the stones. She groaned, coughing weakly, her shoulders shaking.
“Y/N.”
Y/N rolled over and she came face to face with Kaz. He looked fine - as if he hadn’t just been blown up and thrown aside. She inhaled as his bare hand looped under her arm, his fingers pressing into her skin, and he pulled her up.
“Kaz, what -”
“It’s ok,” Kaz said, his voice rough. “Just an experiment gone wrong.”
His other hand pressed gently against her side and Y/N’s body tightened at the unfamiliar yet all too familiar sensation. She leant into him, her stomach brushing against his waistcoat.
“We’re ok.”
“Kaz!”
Kaz gasped and sat up abruptly, his hands flying out in front of him. Someone caught his wrist and he fought against them, wrenching his hand free.
“Saints, Kaz, it’s just me,” Jesper said, ducking to avoid Kaz’s blind punch.
Kaz blinked and the water, and Jordie’s face looming over him, fade away, replaced by Jesper and the room they’d been locked in. Jesper looked down at him, vague concern on his face as he watched him.
“What -”
“Wylan said the butterflies are the antidote,” Jesper explained, grimacing slightly. “I had to… well.”
Kaz swallowed, his mouth dry and tasting of something not very nice. He stumbled to his feet, batting away Jesper’s offered hand, and all but slamming his cane into the ground. “Poison?”
“Yeah, some fancy sounding name,” Jesper replied. “Wylan -”
“ - knows, I’ve got it,” Kaz said.
He looked around the room, his eyes surveying the walls and the state of his crew. Kaz’s eyes widened a fraction as his gaze stopped on Inej leaning over an unconscious Y/N, a hand over her mouth.
Inej, noticing that Kaz was staring at her, lifted her head and looked back at him. Her eyes were filled with fear. “She won’t wake up. I’m trying, Kaz -”
Wylan’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Something’s holding her in the nightmare.”
“Her heartbeat is slowing,” Tolya added. He was knelt beside Inej, a hand wrapped around Y/N’s wrist, his fingers pressed against her pulse point.
“Kaz,” Jesper muttered. “It’s gotta be you.”
Kaz didn’t need Jesper to tell him that. He knew. He just didn’t want to acknowledge it. Because acknowledging Y/N’s need for him, meant acknowledging his need for her. His inability to live without her.
“Inej, here,” Wylan said, sticking his hand through the hole in the wall, “another butterfly. But she can’t have more than two otherwise it becomes poisonous in itself.”
Inej stood and took the butterfly from Wylan’s outstretched hand and turned to Kaz. She held it out to him, her eyes locking to his. “Kaz, it has to be you.”
Kaz clenched his jaw, a muscle jumping in the corner. His leather gloves creaked as he gripped the head of his cane.
“Kaz!” Jesper yelled. “If you let her die, I will kill you myself.”
The butterfly twitched pathetically in Inej’s hand. Kaz dropped his cane and limped over, gingerly taking the blue butterfly between his fingers.
“What do I do?” He asked, his voice a mere rasp.
“Put it in her mouth and force her to eat it,” Inej said, taking a step back. “Cover her mouth, pinch her nose - do whatever you have to do to get her to eat it.”
Kaz exhaled and knelt down on Y/N’s right side, wincing as his leg twinged in pain. Tolya shuffled back slightly but stayed on her other side, his hand still on her wrist.
His argument was with his inner demons. Kaz would do anything for Y/N - and he had. He’d brought her out the White Lotus, he’d taken her into the Crows, he’d saved her life in Ravka on the skiff in the Fold - he’d told her more than he’d told anyone else. His demons had let him go that far, so why wouldn’t they let him go any further?
Kaz could feel the squishy skin of the dead bodies as his leg brushed against Y/N’s. He could taste the salt water of the harbour. Jordie was still in his mind.
With one hand he prised Y/N’s mouth open, slightly startled at how easy it was. As gently as he could, he gripped it open and put the butterfly inside. Blue tinged her lips from the previous attempt. Kaz closed Y/N’s mouth and then put his hand over her lips, fighting the urge to let go and throw up.
“Come on, Y/N, please,” he whispered, too quiet for anyone else to hear.
He closed his eyes, swallowing thickly as he felt his nightmare fighting back. Kaz placed his other hand against the side of her face, his thumb trailing up and down her cheek, a feeble attempt to ground himself but to also tell Y/N that he was there.
It had been a few seconds since Kaz had put the butterfly inside her mouth, but it felt agonisingly long - and nothing was happening.
“Y/N!” Kaz yelled, shaking her shoulders.
Apparently aggression worked because Y/N inhaled sharply and sat up, her hands flying out to grip onto anything - anyone. One hand gripped onto Tolya’s arm, her nails digging into his skin. Her other gripped Kaz’s sleeve, her knuckles brushing against the skin of his inner wrist.
She coughed, chewing on the butterfly in her mouth. “Urgh, what the fuck is this,” she muttered, grimacing.
Tolya patted her on the back, laughing. “You don’t want to know.”
He ruffled her hair and stood up, stepping back and turning to talk to Inej. Everyone had conveniently found something else to do as Kaz and Y/N stared at one another. Her hand was still gripping his coat sleeve.
“Are you ok?” She asked, her voice quivering slightly.
Kaz nodded once. “Fine.”
Y/N looked at him - properly looked at him. “I’m fine, too.”
“Everyone’s lost their minds.”
Y/N snorted softly, glancing back over her shoulder as Wylan and Jesper continued to kiss one another. “I think we all did,” she said softly, turning back.
Kaz turned as well, looking at her as her own gaze caught his. They looked at one another as they walked, neither saying a word.
“Maybe…” Kaz paused, elegantly stepping over a rock, “I did see something… through the haze of the poison.”
Y/N nodded once in acknowledgment. Kaz stopped and Y/N did too, turning to face him. His eyes were full of so many different emotions and thoughts - but they were focused on her and her alone
“There are those who drown us,” Kaz said softly, “and those who pull us out.”
The early morning sun was beginning to rise behind Kaz - his black coat absorbing all the light. Y/N shifted slightly, using his head to block the sun from her eyes so that she could still see him.
“What did your toxin trip reveal to you?” Kaz asked.
Y/N bit her lip gently, shuddering slightly as her mind went back. To Kaz lying lifelessly at her side to him suddenly being in one piece and knocking her out the way of Pekka’s bullet. Nightmares turned into dreams were weird. One moment she’s screaming and the next she’s in his arms, feeling his heart beating. Y/N knew that would never happen and that simply hoping for it was dangerous.
Hoping for something that she could never have.
“Hope is dangerous,” she said quietly, resisting the temptation to avert her eyes from Kaz’s. “It clouds your judgement and makes you believe unrealistic things.”
Kaz’s face cracked slightly, his true emotion coming through for just a moment before it vanished behind the wall again. For just that second, Y/N saw the pain - the desire. But the it was gone.
“Y/N!” Nina yelled. “You coming?”
Y/N’s head turned sharply, looking over at Nina where she stood expectantly waiting with Zoya and Tolya. “Yeah,” Y/N replied. “Just coming.”
She turned back to look at Kaz but he’d walked away, heading backwards and to Inej. Y/N ignored the flash of pain that gripped at her heart and took a step forward, away from Kaz and everything she hoped for.
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her precious angel
request: Maybe a Velvette x reader fic where the reader is a fallen angel that helped Charlie out during the extermination but ended up losing one of their wings and now Velvette is just taking care of the reader?👀 this might be too much to ask but it's a fun idea and I suck at writing fics😭 but if you do end up doing it I will be very thankful :3
(from @kimmyisachiisaiakuma)
navigation // rules // masterlist
summary: *ask*
warnings: NOT PROPF READ probably ooc velvette, valentino not being a dick for the first time in his live, i’m not entirely sure if you can count it as angst but i guess a lot of crying-ish stuff??
notes: i’m still so fucking mad about this one like?? the amount of nerves i’ve wasted on this, tumblr💀 but anyway, it’s shorter than normally but i guess i like how it turned out anyway? i mean- it was hard with motivation yesterday/today but i managed to write it anyway so hurray! also i enjoyed writing lute as a bad guy a bit too much💀
requests: open!!
it was all happening so fast. the whole battle for the hotel was supposed to go differently as none of you were prepared for alastor’s shield to go down so quickly. everyone was trying their best at fighting angels but it turned out to be easier said than done. angel and husk were fighting angels on the ground alongside charlie and vaggie while you were flying in the air trying to stop as many of your past sisters as you could. angelic weapons swinging right and left making many of the exterminators fall down to the ground lifeless.
as the battle went on, you noticed adam fighting with alastor and almost fully killing him. you turned your head to him noticing him just disappearing and squinted your face not understanding were he went to. just as you turned your head again, you saw lute flying at you at a high speed with her sword in her hands. not being able to do anything else you just used one of you wings to shield yourself so her weapon wouldn’t hurt you that badly. you groaned in pain when the sharp tip pushed into your wing and opened it immediately trying to push it away. lute took it away and grabbed your shoulders flying straight onto the roof of the hotel.
both of you hit the ground, your body obviously being the one that actually hit the ground. glass was scattered around you two as lute got up and pointed her spear at you.
“pathetic” she said moving the spear to your neck as you were laying on the ground. you grunted, your wings flapping against the roof. she chuckled. “i can’t believe you were one of us. you’re even worse than sinners now” she continued making the spear slit your throat so blood started to run down it. “can’t even protect herself and trying to be a hero for this stupid hotel” she shook her head and took the spear away. “i’ll make you fucking regret it” she added through clenched teeth and before you could react she grabbed your shoulders again pushing you onto the window, making it break and making you fall down into the hotel. the whole scene looked rather poetic, but you weren’t in a state to notice that.
when your body hit the ground again, this time the ground being the hotel’s hall lute flew straight in through the window she just broke with your body. noticing her your grabbed your throat with one hand and get up by the bar’s counter so you were standing up again. lute landed right before you, haterance filling her eyes.
“i’m better than any of you” you said holding your throat still so you wouldn’t bleed out. lute laughed loudly and pushed her spear into the ground.
“don’t be ridiculous” she said walking over to you and pushing you onto the counter of the bar you used to stable yourself. “we are doing the god’s work, making hell’s population bearable and you think you are better?” she asked pushing your hand away and squishing your throat with both of her hands. you wondered for a second if she was trying to keep you alive or make you bleed more by doing so. “you were an honour to have in our ranks. and you became this?” she asked taking her hands away and making your throat bleed more than before. you knew now. “pathetic is too soft of a word” she scoffed and walked over to her spear again. you tried getting up but the amount of blood you lost made your body too weak while also causing white spots to appear on your vision.
“what a bitch!” yelled velvette watching the whole fight with vox and valentino. her hands gripped the phone she was watching it on almost breaking it in half.
“calm down velvette,-“ vox started saying but velvette send him a murder glare at which he rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut.
“i’m going to fucking kill any angel i see in my way!” she yelled again throwing the phone into the couch and hiding her face inside her hands. both vox and valentino shared a glare of confusion and surprise.
“babydoll,” valentino started and sit down next to her on the couch purring one of his hands on her shoulder looking at vox still confused if what he’s doing is what he should be doing. “i’m pretty sure she’s going to be okay” he added and stroked her shoulder gently looking down at her hidden face. “you know her, you know how feisty she is” he said with a small chuckle at the end but when he heard velvette’s small sob his smile immediately dropped.
“i don’t want to loose her” she whispered hiding her face even more in her hands. valentino looked at vox again yet this time he was fully concentrated at the fight that was playing at their tv. valentino rolled his eyes and took velvette on his lap.
“doll” he said taking her hands away from her face noticing her smudged eyeliner. “she’s gonna be okay for sure” he said wiping her tears and flowing down make up. “she knows she has to hold on, she has someone to do it for, tesoro” he said with another small chuckle making velvette stop crying.
“i just…” she groaned and got up from his lap walking in a small circle thinking about her next words. “she should’ve been here with us. not there fighting” she said scoffing and wiping her own face. valentino got more comfortable on the couch while watching her and took a drag from his cigarette.
“she’s too stubborn for that. from all your stories about her, she wouldn’t bare watching her friends dying for her not to die with them” he said and shrugged velvette killing him with her eyes. “i’m not saying they’ll die, it was just a metaphor” he rolled his eyes taking another drag. velvette scoffed and grabbed her phone, walking to her room and shutting the door behind her.
lute grabbed her spear again and walked over to you grabbing you by the hair and pushing you off the counter, making you hit the ground once again. you groaned but couldn’t do anything about it as she just simply laughed at you. she let go of your hair and pushed the spear into one of your wings making you scream in pain as your hands tried gripping your throat to stop it from bleeding out. lute smirked maniacally and moved the spear around in your wing, making a lot of your feathers become yellow from your blood. you tried pushing her away with your other wing but she simply grabbed it in her other hand and held in place. lute moved her spear more cutting your wing almost fully from your body and enjoying the sound of your screams as she watched the whole thing. she licked her lips and made the last cut on your wing making it barely handing onto your back she smirked and chuckled at you. “now at lest you look similar to your personality. ruined” she huffed and grabbed her spear taking it away from your wing and flying up leaving you all alone in the ruined hotel’s hall. you wanted to get up, chase her make her regret it all but you weren’t able to. the only thing you could do was close your eyes and pray for someone to help you or for a quick second death to come.
the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was the amount of the color pink around you. you wanted to sit up but the immaculate pain going through your body made it unable to do so. you just laid there and looked around noticing you were laying in velvette’s bed, in her room. you thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open.
“oh dear, you’re awake!” exclaimed velvette walking into the room and rushing to your side. “i’m so glad you’re okay” she said looking at you with worry in her eyes. you looked back at her confusion on your face as you tried to sit up again but the pain stopped you once again. you whined in pain and velvette’s eyes got even more soft.
“what happened?” you asked your voice a lot more husky than normally. velvette sighed softly taking one of your hands into her.
“i…” she started but stopped immediately trying to stop the tears coming into her eyes. “you fought the angels” she explained and sighed once again looking at your whole silhouette.
“did we loose?” you asked interrupting her looking scared at her. she chuckled softly at your reaction and sighed once again stroking your hand gently.
“quite the opposite, darling” she said and looked at you with a sad smile. “you won, but at what cost” she added and looked away from you trying so hard not to cry. velvette gripped your hand with hers and took a deep breath.
“at what cost? what you mean? did someone die? how did i even got here?” you asked all at once being more and more confused with every second passing. velvette chuckled dryly at your words and shook her head a bit.
“i… after the battle was done, i rushed to the hotel for you and… did everything in my power to escort you here with less damage i could” she explained and tears started to fill her eyes fully this time, she looked away from you gripping your hand with hers once again. “i’m so, so sorry” she said letting out a sob from her mouth.
you looked at her confused and scared again, not understanding why she was apologising as your eyes slowly went from her face to your interlocked hands and then your bandaged back. your eyes widened a bit and then the pain you felt finally placed itself in your back. you looked terrified at the bandages trying to move your ‘wings’ around brining yourself even more pain as only one of them flattered around a bit.
“i’m so fucking sorry, darling” said velvette seeing the information getting to you. “i- i literally tried everything but… i couldn’t do much more to keep both of your wings connected to your body” she explained and started sobbing more, moving herself closer to you, leaning her forehead against your shoulder. “i’m so so so fucking sorry” she sobbed even more, wetting your bandaged shoulder. you felt tears coming into your eyes as well as you closed them shut and felt your breathing becoming faster and shorter.
“i’ve-“ you started but a sob interrupted you as velvette moved away from your shoulder. “i’ve lost my wing?!” you asked in a whine looking at her terrified and full of hate, not for her of course, but for everything else. you sat up slowly, not giving a single thought to the pain you were feeling.
“doll, i’m-“ velvette started and moved her head so her forehead was connected with yours, her eyes closed. “i’m… i’m gonna kill that bitch if i ever see her” she said and gritted her teeth sighing deeply, tears still strimming down her face.
you let out another whine, moving your head away from hers as you looked at your bandaged back. you moved your resting wing flattering it, not even caring about the pain as the adrenaline of loosing something so important got to you. you tried flying up a bit, obviously not being able to as another whine left your mouth alongside with many sobs. “how could she?!” you yelled, tears falling down your cheeks as your voice could probably be heard on the streets in the pentragram city.
velvette sobbed with you, moving even closer so she was now laying down with you on the bed trying to cling up to you while causing you as little pain as she could. “i’m so, so, so, so, so, sorry- literally, so sorry-“ she started repeating herself crying even more, as she was now cuddled up to you.
you continued screaming in pain and haterance as your remaining wing moved in place, adjusting to the emotions you were feeling. you wanted to scream and shout and just break anything that would stand in your way, but the worst part was that you even couldn’t do that. the battle exhausted you and that lost wing definitely didn’t help the case. you tried to control your breathing, trying not to hyperventilate as you utter a soft whisper. “it’s not your fault, velvette”
velvette grabbed both of your hands with one of her again, as her other one grabbed your cheek softly and started stroking it, her crying didn’t stop as well. “i’ll make her regret it” she said in between sobs looking you deep into eyes, making sure you understood the meaning of her words. your breathing calmed down a bit after a moment as you just started into her eyes. you let out w deep sigh still feeling like you might just break down any second now. she kept on stroking your cheek not taking her eyes away from yours. you closed your eyes finally, cuddling up into her hand more looking for any comfort. she smiled sadly at your and closed her eyes as well enjoying the sudden comfort between the two of you.
“you won’t take that pleasure away from me” you said and opened your eyes looking at her face, the corners of your lips going just so slightly up. velvette opened her eyes as well looking a bit out of place at the sudden sound of you voice but as soon as she understood what you said she smiled as best as she could at you.
“that bitch won’t even know what got her” she said and chuckled dryly, her fingers still stroking your cheek. you let out a deep sigh at her words and looked sadly into her eyes again. velvette sighed as well, just starring into your eyes. “you’re the most important to me in the whole hell, or world” she said suddenly, her voice a bit louder than a whisper. your eyes widened at her sudden confession but that didn’t stop your cheeks from blushing just a bit. you slowly moved your remaining wing, wrapping it around the two of you in a some sort of hug as velvette kept on touching your face.
“and to me, the world doesn’t exist without you-” you said as velvette tilted her head slightly. “-cause you are my world” you finished your sentence and velvette looked away from your face, feeling her cheeks reddening up as she gently grabbed the wing wrapped around her and put it onto her face not wanting you to see her blushing. you chuckled despite feeling the tears still on your cheeks, as you moved the wing away from her face not letting her hide anymore. she still didn’t look at you as you could easily notice the reddish color on her face. you moved your hand to her face this time, brining her closer to you once again, resting your forehead against hers.
velvette moved her head up slightly, so that your lips would touch but not just fully connect yet. she smiled to you, feeling the salty taste at your lips from previous tears as she moved her head once again, this time connecting both of your lips in a sweet and probably the most gentle kiss, the two of you have ever shared.
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hi!!! what about laurance and/or garroth where the reader gets injured in a fight(whether it was because they took a hit for them or they failed to protect the reader)? how would they react? what would they do? thank you thank you! :D
☆°•Hunt down the good in me☆°•
Warnings : Gore, nothing horrific, but the reader gets wounded, and I tell you where and how bad lol. Accidentally focused more on the hurt than comfort. I'm so sorry lolol, you can totally feel free to request a follow-up for the recovery process if you want to focus more on that aspect lolol.
So it turns out this got kinda long- and if laurance is ANYWHERE near this length, then it's probably best to split them lmfaoo. But! I hope you enjoy, I'm gonna set up the masterlist then get working on the next part!
Again hope you enjoy, I haven't written in a few years so sorry if it's a liiittle off I'm gonna write and write till I got it lol.
And with that said, requests are still open!! Ah!! Please feel free to send one :D
GN reader, that will just be my default unless otherwise specified. Reader is wearing a corset of some kind but, there are plenty of Masc and GN medival fantasy outfits featuring corsets I don't think it should be a problem.
Anywho! Enjoy my drabble!
Garroth:
You don't even realize it immediately, your mind went blank and you could hear nothing but your own heartbeat. Time slows as you take in the shock and horror on your companions blue eyes and his mouth open in a shout that vaugley appears like your name.
What led you here? Oh, yes, that's right, you and Garroth were on a supply run for Pheonix Drop. He had taken the heavier of the two crates without a word about it before you both headed back down the trail. You remember it was a goregous day... warm and sunny shining through to the forest floor through the thick roof of leaves.
You were teasing him. You can't remember what for anymore... you're falling over. You had been mid-turn to face him big cheeky smile just in time for a bolt to fly through your upper arm clearly whoever shot you wasn't expecting the turn with their aim, you were mid turning feet unsteady but the force of the bolt going through your arm, knocks you down fully.
Your senses rush back to you when your knee hit the ground, suddenly deeply, agonizingly aware of the hole in your arm as pain shoots down it. Searing fire permiating deep into the tissue and muscle of your arm. The crate falls to the ground next to you. A pained Gasp rips itself from your lungs, and the sound of the forest comes rushing over you like a wave.
Your on your knees crumpled over on yourself shoulder and forehead pressed to the path dirt, you feel clammy and cold, but your arm is so incredibly hot.
" Y/N! " Garroths voice rings out along with the twang of a bolt hitting his shield and the loud thunks of armored boots running towards you but you can hardly register it, your mouth is dry and your nerves are screaming. Garroth slides to a stop and drops to his knees besides you moving one hand to turn you off your side and onto your back.
"GAH! Ah ah-" Another searing wave of pain through your injuried arm as it touches the ground tearing the shout from you, all your muscles involuntarily tense, other hand shooting to the wound feeling boiling hot thick blood covering your hand, the metallic smell acrid and overwhelming almost making the back of your throat feel sticky.
*Thunk* as another bolt hits Garroths shield, and the sun is hidden from your view as it raises to protect you as he asses your damage, eyes wide and frantic.
"No no no, don't do that" he says reaching for your hand to remove it from the wound, he's trying to sound put together for your sake but his voice is trembling.
"Ow ow ow fuck-" you gasp out as your hand is removed, your wrist held gently with his one free hand. You're bleeding a lot, but not enough for him to be worried that it tore a major vessel but far far too much for him to feel comfortable leaving you to take care of the assailant before doing... something ANYTHING to slow it, but he will need both hands to tie a tourniquet but if he puts the shield down he opens you both up to fire.
*Thunk* He growls under his breath at the impact against his shield, looking back at the bolt that spins and lands to the ground, feeling a curse bubble in the back of his throat The Quarrel is straight and smooth with no other points. Good news for you means the puncture should be clean, but those are the heads most adept for piercing through steel as if it's leather. Under normal circumstances, he would gladly take the bolts anywhere to protect you, but your dominant arm is currently out of use, so he can't afford not to kill who is attacking you.
His thoughts rush through him, acting fast he uses one hand to rip his cape off, lay it under your arm, shushing you gently as you groan in pain. He knows he can only do a very very temporary fix, folding it in half over the puncture, grabbing the excess and twisting it *as if* it was a tourniquet as tightly as he possibly can with just fabric alone around his fist. You breathe in sharply through your teeth as your arm is a strange mix of burning and numb pausing only to adjust his shield to block bolts.
"I know, just a few more moments" he whispers finishing tightening the fabric then balling up the excess the pressing it down hard on the top of the wound, your legs jerk harshly as you bite back a scream at the pressure.
"Listen to me very closely Lord Y/N" he speaks again voice firm determination blazing in Garroths mind as he firmly enters 'Guard mode' pushing aside his personal dread at the moment, knowing it will prevent him from doing this with the upmost efficiency.
"Your to use your uninjured arm to hold this ball as *tight* as you physically can right where I have it until I return to treat you. It is absolutely *imperative* that you follow my instructions exactly. It is the only thing keeping you from bleeding out. Move your hand on top of mine so you can press down the moment I leave" he instructs very very firmly, similarly to when he gives orders to his fellow guards. So with shaking hand you move your clammy hand and place it on top of his over the bundle of fabric and you feel his fingers twitch, as his heart lurches nearly losing his composure, sliding his hand away turning and sprinting in the direction of the bolts terrifyingly instead of a white hot rage he feels.. *nothing* devoid of the feeling for the life he's about to take, he's past the point of the hottest anger that could be.
This man is going to die, that is a simple reality. And it will be by Garroths hand.
Such is the fate of anyone who dares cause harm to his lord, his love.
He returns not long after, sheathing his sword and tossing his shield to the side as he runs to your side blood splattered across his face and armour he drops to his knees quickly again with both hands free now to fully pay attention to you, murderous haze melts away as he devolves into frantic movements, that your to lightheaded to really process them. The arm is full of very vital heavy bleeding arteries .
He asses the situation, unwrapping his cape from your arm to determine the state of the wound, cursing his own shaking hands as he tries to focus on his medical training and not the fact that it's you below him, your blood coating his fingers, and face drained of color. He notices instead of gushing the blood was a light dribble which is both... good and bad, your defiantly in shock so your body has severely lowered blood flow to your extremities so, your chances of bleeding out has severely lowered. Shock was something he could treat out here with the help of potions which he knew one of these crates held, they were for the Village but that didn't matter to him now.
"Good, good you did so well m'lord" he whispers taking a discarded bolt to make a more proper tourniquet, putting it in the ball of his cloak and using it to tighten the fabric even further around the wound easily cutting off the blood flow and securing it tightly. Moving a hand to just very slightly raise your back off the ground, second one moving to loosen the laces of your corset to allow for easier air flow as your breathing was turning shallow. He pulls your crate over to be just by your legs, raising up your feet and placing them on top of the crate to improve the blood flow. Before looking down at your hazy eyes.
"Stay with me Y/N. Stay with me, you are going to be just fine, you *have* to be just fine. Think of Levin and Malachi what they would do without you, what *i* would do" his thumb brushes over your cheek leaning down for just a moment to press his forehead to yours, a weak whine escaping you in responce as he shoots up sprinting to the crate he had dropped when he saw the bolt enter your arm. He had heard a smashing sound when it hit the ground and now was PRAYING to any of the divine that would listen that even one of these bottles where in a decent condition, grabbing a bolt that had bounced off his shield once more, he shoves it into the top half way before pressing hard on it until the crack of the crate giving can be heard and he prys it the rest of the way with his bare hands.
Tearing through the contents of the barrel until he finds at the very bottom a second much smaller crate but the lid wasn't nailed onto this one. He pulls it off tossing it away to reveal mostly shattered glass and soaking wet padding, but dizzying relief fills him when he finds 2 bottles that survived; Quickly snatching away one of them and running back to you using his teeth to pull out the cork as he was making his way.
"Good, good, you're doing so good." He continues shakily "your going to be just fine. All you need is to drink this, and you will be just fine. That's all you need." He says quickly, almost as if he was speaking more to himself than you, taking your injured arm and placing it over his shoulder partially to elevate it, heart cracking at the hiss of pain, but mostly to put his arm under your back so he could prop you up to drink from the glass bottle. Whispering words of encouragement and praise as he rubs the skin of your back with a thumb through your blood soaked shirt.
The potion works quickly, veins and nerves rebinding, and skin knitting back together as the thick bitter liquid slides down your throat, gagging in the first moment as your body tries to reject any more negative sensory. But Garroths head against your head gently shushing and still whispering to you gives you enough clarity to keep drinking. Until the cold bottle is taken away. And you feel the rush of blood entering your arm as the cloth on your arm falls away. The physical injury wiped away.. but the brain is not so easily healed, still in shock.
Now that the immeadite danger is gone. All of the emotions Garroth was hiding away to prioritize his duty slams into him like a blow to the gut, trembling sorrow, guilt, relief, and fear running through him as he harshly blinks away the tears burning his eyes. You can't see him cry like this not now. He needs to get you home.
"Hold onto me as tightly as you can" he mummers hating the trembling in his tone as he reaches down gathering you in his arms, one hand pressing your head the the juncture between his neck and shoulder, the other underneath your bottom, moving your legs to hook over his hips. Squeezing you rightly to himself for a moment once he has you situated, one arm may still need time to move bit you cling to him with the other his warmth and the familiar smell of Rosewood that clung to him still under the metallic tang of blood. He inhales deeply through his nose before giving a heavy exhale from his mouth, holding you as closely to him as he possibly can.
He Abandons the crates, and scraps of his cape to start walking to Pheonix drop holding you to him. Keeping the hand holding you to his neck gentle but firm, so you can't see the tears slowly falling down his cheeks.
He had failed you, not only as your guard.. your HEAD guard, but as a lover. And he would never do it again. He carries you home, whispering his love and apologizing over and over and over the whole way.
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So I got an idea I need to share-
Banshee Soap? I know Banshees are technically female but I'm just in love with the idea of Soap being a banshee in disguise and him having to reveal that in order to save Ghost or something-
Sorry I just needed to share this :)
I love this!! Sure! I feel it fix October vibes.
Ghost had heard the wailing of the spirits before. They were there the night Roba buried him alive. Howling and screaming at him. Wanting to get to him.
They had silenced once he had burst out of the dirt, but they had watched. He had no proof. Had not seen a damn thing. But he knew something was out there observing him. They had watched him shake each bug off of his skin.
He had heard men talk about the war as an entity. A being that screamed and called people to their deaths. Maybe they had been crazy. Ghost preferred that thought. Quite a bit actually.
But another part liked the guarantee that he wouldn't be dying alone. That no matter what, something would be out there for him. Watching him. Observing him.
Tonight, on this roof, he accepted that he'd hear those spirits again.
Soap sat next to him, guarding the entrances so Ghost could try to snipe who he could in relative safety. Someone kept trying to snipe him back, but they had just managed to hit the lip of the roof so far. But they were moving, making it hard to pinpoint where they were.
There were too many people. They weren't going to last forever. Ghost was running out of bullets. Soap's gun didn't have the range. The element of surprise had been lost hours ago.
He sighed. His biggest regret would be that Soap was going to die along with him.
Ghost refused to show fear though. "Just keep shooting Johnny. We'll get out of here."
Soap smiled at him. "Course we will, Lt. You're doi-"
A gunshot whizzed past their ears and Ghost quickly got back on his sniper. He sent a gunshot right through him, watching them fall down. Not the one that was moving, but they were a little safer. Ghost slowly let out a breath and relaxed.
Soap hesitated and looked at Ghost. "Lt?"
"Don't look at me like that. Just keep watching."
Soap frowned at him.
Someone whistled. Low and long.
Ghost heard the spirits.
"You religious, Johnny?"
"No."
"Neither am I. Guess neither of is going to pray."
Soap hesitated, stepping a little closer. "Sim-"
That sniper Ghost had been fighting with. The bullet went straight him. Blood splattered on the ground.
Soap stumbled but he didn't fall. He just stood there, blood dripping down. The next bullet went through his head and Ghost covered his face.
He didn't want to see.
How selfish.
But he didn't want to see.
The spirits. They screamed so loud and so long. Ghost scrambled to cover his ears and he tried to breath. Something was wrong. There was so much blood on the roof. It had to be an inch thick and it kept coming.
Ghost tried to stand up but the moment he wasn't covering his ears, pain would lance through him. The sound tried to drive itself all the way into his skull. Clawing his eardrums and worming its way into his brain until his temples were pounding.
The glass on his helmet fully shattered and Ghost started to scream himself. Anything to drown out the noise.
It started to hit him that Johnny was dead.
His partner.
His best friend.
Ghost screamed louder. Until the earth itself felt like it was tearing.
His hands felt wet.
Slowly, he started to pull his hands away, planning to just let his eardrums bust. Maybe let his brain hemorrhage.
Hands grabbed his and slammed them back over his ears. Someone straddled him, head butting against his so their foreheads sat together.
Ghost squeezed his eyes tighter and waited.
Time moved like honey through his fingers. Slow and languid but steady.
"Simon."
Ghost took a steady breath.
"Johnny?"
Soap was pressed them closer together. "Just breath. Your head must be killing you."
Ghost opened his eyes.
Soap was there. Gorgeous, but not solid.
Ghost stared.
"Sorry about that, Lt. Didn't mean to hurt you. Just keep your ears covered and keep your eyes on me."
Ghost shook his head slowly and looked.
Bodies. Dozens. Helmets shattered. Blood pooling out of the orifices in their face.
He tasted blood, realizing it was his own. Judging by the sun, hours had passed.
Ghost swallowed and shivered, feeling an intense cold.
Soap stood up, feet barely touching the ground. "Don't tell Price. Please."
"Kill me if I do?"
"Nae. Could never kill you Ghostie." Soap carefully helped Ghost get his helmet off. Broken shards of it falling out. He watched him lift his mask up and then off, blood smearing. "Let me get the blood out of your hair."
Ghost nodded and sipped the canteen of water he had on hand. Soap gently started to get the blood out of his hair. Gentle and loving. He kissed Ghost's forehead. "I'm sorry for hurting you. Are you okay?"
Ghost had a lot of feelings. Okay was not one of them.
"Yeah, I'm fine. What are you?"
"Banshee. There's a reason I never had a problem clearing out places when I was alone." Soap gently combed his fingers through his hair. "You're okay. I promise."
Ghost nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm okay..."
"You're okay." Soap said softly. "Try not to do this since usually it kills my companions but... I was pretty sure you'd be fine."
"Was dead anyway."
"Exactly. I had to take the risk. You'd either die or... maybe not die." Soap smiled at him.
Ghost nodded. "Glad you took the chance. Even if my ears are still ringing."
Soap laughed and offered his hand to help him up. They both stared for a moment.
Ghost realized he didn't have his mask and it must've showed.
"Don't worry. No living humans for miles. You're perfectly safe."
"There's you."
"Yeah. There's me."
Ghost took a deep breath, feeling it shudder in his chest. "anything I should know about banshees?"
"To see them usually brings misfortune, but I turned that off for you."
"Touching you is... fine?"
"Yeah, of course. Nothing different from before today."
Ghost nodded and slowly reached up. Soap went solid again beneath his fingers. He gently trailed his fingers over his cheek, smearing the blood.
Soap leaned up and kissed his cheek.
"Simon, we should be going. This is going to be hard to explain."
Ghost nodded and followed him.
He was pretty sure he'd never quite get rid of the tinnitus.
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What It Cost: Samuel Lafferty x Y/N Mini Series PRT 01
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Samuel moved around his parents land with his brothers, doing the last of the chores for the day before they had an early supper. They were supposed to meet some new members of the church today and according to his mother, a few new members were women looking for godly men. Samuel was already happily married to Sarah but that didn't mean he couldn't check out fresh meat that one of his brother's might bring into the family.
Samuel had always been a faithful man but he often let his eyes wander. Most of his confessionals were to repent for his fantasies he had outside of his marriage. He was reassured that his thoughts, while impure, were that of a holy man looking to bring more love and light to the community.
The moment his eyes found Y/n running around with his children, he knew he was in trouble. She was a bit younger than his wife but old enough to have already been married once and birthed a child of her own. Samuel had kept his eyes on her most of the day and listened to her story being told from his mother's mouth. She had married a Mormon man but he had died while on a mission trip leaving behind her and their 8 year old little girl.
It had been over a year since her husband had passed so she appeared to be ready for remarriage and according to his father, she would be a great addition to the Lafferty family based on her involvement in her last church.
No one had ever made such an impression on his parents before and something about the way she kept herself quiet and composed like a lady but still manage to seem like a fun-loving outsider intrigued him. He watched the way her hips moved in her dress, her bare feet running through the grass after the kids, catching them and spinning them around. Her ample breasts bounced in her top but she kept all the buttons securely fastened, not allowing him even the slightest peak.
At one point, she runs directly into him and he catches her from hitting the ground.
"I'm so sorry! I clearly wasn't watching where I was running." She apologized and he smiled.
"My kids are quite atheletic. They can run you all day long if you let them." He joked.
"I've got a pretty high stamina so I think I'll be okay." She laughed. Samuel tried not to think about all the ways he could test her stamina if he just had some alone time with her.
"I'm sure Sarah appreciates the help, as well as the other little ladies." Samuel watched her tuck her hair behind her ear and lick her lips. What he wouldn't give to just get a taste of them.
"She's amazing all on her own. I'm just happy to be around such a big, loving family. I've certainly missed this." She watched the kids playing with a smile.
"Well you're always welcome here. I know if you're looking for a herd of chaotic kids to spend time with, we have that at our place all the time." Samuel offered hoping she would take him up on the offer.
"Sarah actually said she was going to check with you about my daughter and I staying a few days until our house has been cleaned and blessed. I never like to bring my baby into a home that hasn't been properly blessed." Y/n reached out and touched Samuel's arm and it gave him chills.
"Absolutely. We would love to have you both." Samuel got a sudden burst of excitement thinking about her being under the same roof as him.
He went the whole day talking to her and playing with his children as his wife and family welcomed them into the fold. Once they had gotten home, Y/n and Sarah started to put the children to bed. He passed by the laundry room and noticed his wife was bent over the dryer, trying to retrieve something, her skirt had risen up, exposing the red panties she was wearing. He walked up behind her, gripping her hips roughly and rutting his hard cock against her ass.
She yelped and stood up straight revealing it wasn't Sarah at all. Samuel let go of her hips and stepped back.
"Y/n! I'm so sorry! I thought you were Sarah!" Samuel was sure she would slap him or yell but she chuckled, pushing her hair off her face.
"Sarah let me borrow a skirt. I got my dress wet washing the kids up." She was blushing and Samuel nodded.
"Truly, I do apologize for my actions." Samuel was still rock hard and tried to hide it with his hands.
"No need to apologize. Having a healthy sex life with your wife is a beautiful thing. All those children didn't just show up." She teased. She turned back to the dryer and Samuel noticed her skirt was tucked into her panties.
"Um...you're alittle...do you mind?" He held his hands out to her waist and she glanced at her hip. She watched his hands untuck her dress and smooth it out against her panties.
"How mortifying." She covered her face and he laughed.
"Don't be silly. We can both be slightly embarrassed tonight." She looked at his face and noticed how when he smiled with his mouth, his eyes smiled too.
"Trust me Samuel, nothing about that is embarrassing...impressive but not embarrassing." She glanced down at the front of him and he bit his lip realizing she was talking about his cock. He grinned, moving his hands from her hips and pushing some of her hair out of her face.
"Red is a good color on you." He said touching her cheek just where the blush rose.
"It's my favorite color." She replied, Samuel making a mental note.
"I think it's mine now too." He teased.
Samuel had a feeling his dreams were going to be quite interesting tonight with the thought of fucking Y/n on the dryer will she screamed his name.
#Samuel Lafferty#Samuel Lafferty x Y/N#TV Series: Under the Banners of Heaven#One Shot Series#What It Cost#What It Cost Series#Rory Culkin#Culking Cult#slow start but so ready for debauchery
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Feeling stupid bc other than it being rushed as fuck, I didn't think it was bad? Kinda doubting myself rn
Don't stress dude you have the popular opinion, a lot of people agree with you.
I just feel like we spent a lot of time with characters we had already explored (silco Felicia vander) and characters we don't really have any reason to know (kino), we got black rose for no reason, I feel like Mel could have been such a great push back against Ambessa, let her outfox the wolf, let her be the mediating voice for Caitlyn rather then creating Maddy to pat Cait on the back and say "Ur a good person x"
Maddy has no value and having Caitlyn sleep with someone regardless of how little she seemed emotionally invested feels like lazy shock value, if Maddy was used as a stand in to show that Caitlyn is doing everything she can to stop thinking about Vi then I'd see it as a characte development but it wasn't, she was just there and then she wasn't.
Caitlyn was so under utilised, I thought I was going to see this new arc, where she decends into a form of jinx derangement, where she gets lost in her fear of jinx and have her slowly start to unravel the wool that Ambessa placed over her eyes, but that's not what we got. Caitlyn followed Ambessa around, and turned on her seconds after running into Vi. Also, the blue eye samurai part rubbed me the wrong way and by the trailer I think we are seeing hand to hand combat with Ambessa and God, please give my girl her rifle... please.
Vi, my sweet angel, I was told by the show runners that this was going to be her season, we are going to see her at her lowest, explore who Vi is when she has no one to protect, but we literally did not get that at all. Within minutes of seeing Jinx she is back on buddy terms, they have playful banter and they are cuddling Warwick. Vi was not given any development, she was just given a dog to protect instead.
Also, Vi was hit in the face twice by the people who deserved to be slapped and that upsets me just because lol.
Isha is lazy to me, she was given to Jinx to be a stand in for her younger self because writing Jinx as someone who has to come to her own senses by taking accountability is just not something the writers could do apparently. We needed a physical embodiment of her former self to get her to care about her actions and she was used to develop Jinxes empathy while the lives of the people Jinx ruined (vi, caitlyn, sevika, the undercity) crumbles around her.
Viktors arc felt like I was watching a different show, it felt uncanny, unlike Arcane and any time he went into his weird cosmos I cringed, Skye being there drove me crazy too, this girl meant nothing to Viktor, she didn't even call her by her first name. They were colleagues, and she had unrequited feelings.
Mel and the black rose felt like they threw Mel in a hole (literally) for 2 eps and brought her back because ??
Where is Sevika? Where is ekko? Where is heimerdinger?
((( I fucked with Jayce this act tho, he kept his word and he's seen the horrors, he's recalibrated to Heimerdingers perspective and it was a journey for him, he came back to fix his mistakes and he looks great doing it)))
I have so many feelings and I'm not the best at articulating them in a way that captures exactly what I'm talking about so I'm sorry if you didn't get much out of this.
It had an emotional weight to it because Arcane always delivers visually and musically, I swear if arcane directed a scene where I dropped my sandwich on the ground they could make that a masterpiece and the audience would be balling their eyes out, they know how to create atmosphere.
Arcane is the best show I've ever watched, I will always recommend it to people, and by the sound of it everyone else loved it, they got what they wanted and I'm so happy for them.
I think I just had my expectations through the roof because season one was a masterpiece.
Act 3 this weekend and the end of arcane, I'm nervous and I truly hope we all end up happy.
#im not a hateful asshole i swear im just really passionage#i love these characters so much and im already feeling like i miss them#i have silco tattood on my arm bro like i love this shit never doubt it
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Tim Drake's I.E.F Chap 3
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I wanna say this real quick before this gets any deeper. This fic was my first, so I didn't know a whole lot about Batman and the Batfam? I'm not gonna change anything about it cuz growth and progress and shit like that (also I cringe looking at these first few chapters...) but I know a lot more about the DC verse now and I know some of this to be wildly inaccurate or OOC. I'm not apologizing. I just thought you should know ;)
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Galaxies on the brain, Dick wallows in the pain
Sore.
That's all Tim could feel. Sore and tired and heavy and cold. He could feel warm hands (weren't they supposed to be cold?) Holding him by the shoulders and knees. Something soft meets his back and he falls deeper into unconsciousness.
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Tim wakes up with a groan. His arm ached like he'd hung by Dick's trapeze for too long, his face felt itchy, and every time he took a breath his chest burned. His eyelids felt like lead and his head filled with cotton, he absently wondered what day he was on of no sleep when he'd finally collapsed.
As his thoughts swam the contents of the previous night (nights? How long was he asleep for?) Started to bubble to the surface of his consciousness. The stakeout, the full-bodied chill and his missing bug leading to the warehouse, sounds of gunshots and a closeup with a steel grey roof. After that, things get fuzzier. He remembered… Green, and white hair? Then an image of a galaxy came to him and he wondered if maybe he really had died.
Something to his right rustled and he struggled to pry open an eye enough to see. Dick was slumped in a chair next to his bed (when did he get to a bed?) reading over what seemed to be police reports. Tim tried to speak but when he went for air he came up in a coughing fit.
Dick's head snapped to attention as his little brother, now awake, tried to hack up what was left of his lung.
"Hey! Hey, Tim, you're okay. You're in the medbay in the Batcave. Calm down and try not to breathe too deeply okay?" Dick soothed as he reached for the glass of water with a straw Alfred had left for when Tim woke up.
As he watched his little brother get his breathing under control and take a small sip from the cup offered Dick felt his nerves settle for the first time that night. His brother was awake. Awake meant alive. Hurt, but alive. He settled back into his chair and shook out a relieved sigh.
"What are you doing here?" Even with the water Tim's voice sounded like he hadn't spoken in weeks.
"I said I'd be in Gotham for the weekend, didn't I? I got the call from your comm and picked you up from the warehouse district."
"Call?" Tim's voice cracked with confusion. "I don't remember sending a distress signal…" He trailed off as another hacking cough wracked through his frame. Dick held out the glass again and Tim gratefully took a longer drink.
"… What do you remember from last night?" Dick asked tentatively.
"I remember… the stakeout, my tracker going missing and following the signal to a warehouse by the docks…" Tim gasped, then cringed as the motion sent a jolt of pain down his front.
"I remember the thieves," he ground out. "I'd found their base of operations… but I was sloppy, I didn't notice one of the goons come up behind me until I'd already knocked him over. Then shit hit the fan… I remember making it out, and running, then I guess I got shot? It gets fuzzy from there…" He huffs, shaking the flashing images of white hair and swirling nebulas clear from his sleep addled mind.
He looks over to see Dick with a serious yet contemplative expression, looking down at the bedrest between them and nothing at all.
Curious and weary, Tim mutters a raspy "Why? Something happen?"
Dick seems to mull something over before shaking his head and looking up with a tired smile.
"Nothing serious enough to discuss right now. Why don't you get some more sleep Timmy? God knows you could use it."
Tim wanted to protest, he really did! But the sound of the heart monitor and that strangely familiar buzzing was already restuffing his head with cotton and his eyelids were getting heavier. That feeling of calm and safe washed over him again, sleep quickly following it. He nodded sluggishly and dove back into dreamland with his last thought ringing in his head; 'huh, the buzz sounds more like a purr now.'
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Danny was not freaking out. He wasn't! He was completely fine with being in the freaking Batcave because he was a hero too. Totally normal.
The sound that wanted to escape his throat was not a squeal. Anyone that told you it was is a liar.
As he floated through the stalactites (stalagmites? He slept through that particular science class.) He had to physically stop himself from dropping his invisibility and glowing with the force of a neutron star. He was in the Batcave! Tucker and Sam would totally freak over this when he told them. Tucker would have an aneurysm over half the tech he'd seen since getting here (not that he wouldn't already have an aneurysm over him not checking in over the last three days) and Sam would have a field day with the aesthetic of the place. He didn't dare stray too far from his—(not his, no, that's not right) the vigilante he's protecting, which was, in fact, Timothy Drake-Wayne??
He has so many questions.
Like, why was Tim Drake, CEO of Wayne Enterprise, going around at night as Red Robin?? Not that he thinks it's wrong, or anything. Danny just feels like that's a lot of stress to have on a teenager's shoulders.
He knows from experience.
The fact that he's also seen Nightwing out of costume, as well as Robin, Orphan, and spoiler with their masks off has Danny feeling like he's seen them practically naked. Because, come on, Damian Wayne was Robin, Orphan was Cassandra Wayne, and Dick Grayson was Nightwing? He'd basically just learned Gotham's richest socialite family all lived double lives as superheroes! If he wasn't already fangirling about being in the Batcave ('the freaking Batcave, ancients end him!') he'd be rolling in his grave laughing and crying from the irony.
Kicking off the nearest stalagmite (stalactite? Still no clue) he floats back down to hover just above the main floor housing the Bat Computer (!!!) with Dick Grayson talking to someone on the other end.
"-have listened to him when he first brought it up a week ago, now he's in a hospital bed! Barbara what am I going to do, I feel like this is all my fault." He watched as Dick (Nightwing? Mr. Grayson?) slumped down in his seat and put his face in his hands. That faraway stare listlessly gazing at the keyboard through slits in his fingers.
Before he could startle the man out of his train of thought the woman from the other end of the call—Barbara, he remembered—spoke up.
"You know you can't blame yourself too badly for that, Dick. While the ribbing may have gone a bit further than you'd have liked, you couldn't have been able to save Tim from getting shot. You were still at least an hour outside the city limits when Tim went to follow the lead his… friend gave him." The way she said 'friend' told Danny she still didn't quite believe in his existence yet, and he was okay with that. As long as Red Robin—Tim?—knew he was there to help, he could let the other members of the batclan think he wasn't real.
A loud groan escapes the older man as he leans back to look at the ceiling of the cave.
"I know Babs," he bemoans, "But I still can't get those thoughts out of my head!" He reached up to message his temples with one hand as silence fills the cave. This time Danny is able to help his friends(?) brothers' turmoil by blowing a bit of frost out and directing it to the back of Dick's hand.
Startled, Dick's head whips around to either side of him, spinning the chair around to face away from the bat computer with a wary gaze before slowly rotating back. He stared at his hand, the one that had previously been nursing his headache and the one that had been covered in frost.
At least, he thought it was.
Dick recalls when Alfred had first pulled off Tim's first aid bandages. He hadn't even changed out of his gear, needing to see the extent of the damage to his little brother, only to watch as green tinged blue ice was revealed to be keeping him together. The ice kept the hole from tearing and bacteria from entering his punctured lung. Alfred shared a look with Dick, confirming that he wasn't the only one seeing the strange ice. As they tried to touch the ice though -get a sample for analysis- it, along with the glove being used as a tourniquet, sublimated away to mist. Leaving the now gaping wound in his brother's side and arm to weep blood, slow and thick.
He left for the showers after that. Better to let a professional patch his brother up than someone with shaking hands and blurry vision.
"Do you think Tim's imaginary friend is a meta?" The words escaped Dick's lips before he'd realized he'd thought them. Refocusing as he heard Babs hum pensively.
"With what you've told me about the magic ice that sealed Tim's wounds, it's possible," she mused. The soft tapping if a keyboard registered on the mic as she pulled something up
"The thing is though, there aren't any registered or rumoured metas with an ice-like powerset in or around Gotham. If there were, we'd be seeing more of them somewhere, ice power sets tend to be flashier." More tapping, then a pained huff came through the speakers.
"It doesn't help that I can't seem to restore Tim's footage from after he fell off the roof," she grumbles.
"What do you mean 'can't restore it'? Even with his mask torn the way it was, the cameras in the lenses should've been working fine."
"That's the thing though! His mask only cut after he fell, it was working perfectly up till that point, then this static whine comes on over the audio and the video glitches out before cutting to static until you find him. It wasn't a signal jammer or EMP, both would do damage to more than just his camera, and a jammer would leave a trace of interference." Her groan echoes through the cave, bringing a small smile to Dick's face as she continues.
"The comm too, if something had tampered with it I'd be able to tell! And yet there's no evidence of tampering and I have a recording of some almost unintelligible mess of a voice talking to us over the main line. Right beside ours that come over with perfect clarity. It just doesn't make sense!"
A chuckle couldn't help but escape Dick's lips as Babs let out a defeated huff on her end. Glancing back towards the medbay he recalled the few times Tim tried to tell him about his patrol companion.
"A snowflake in September," he mumbled pensively, gaze sinking down to his hand again. Then with sudden clarity, he whipped his head up and scanned the Batcave more closely than before, squinting up into the dark corners of the high ceiling.
At one point Danny thought Dick had caught him somehow, the odd cold spot in the area. His shoulders sagged in quiet relief when the vigilantes' eyes swept over where he was floating.
A cold spot in a cold cave isn't odd, after all, and the sensors weren't displaying anything unusual.
Dick glanced back to his hand one more time before turning back to the bat computer and telling Barbara he'd give her an update on Tim's situation in the morning. Saying their 'sleep well's' Danny watched as Dick shut off the giant computer, checked in on Tim one more time then headed to the elevator.
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Tim woke up quicker than he had previously. The smell of breakfast wafted to the medbay even from all the way upstairs and his stomach rolled in hunger. Something cold was sitting over Tim's wound, pressing into it but strangely not hurting him in any way. The cold felt familiar, comfortably cool but not chilling, and he could faintly make out a low hum -purr?- coming from somewhere to his left. He cracked one eye open to see both what was in him and the origin of the purr, when the pressure on his wounds released. The lightness around his shoulder probably meant there was another cold comforting thing there he hadn't noticed before. Prying both eyes open fully he looked around the small patient room and realized the purring had stopped and that he was alone. He wasn't awake enough yet to wonder why that was strange, just happy when he heard the ding of the elevator open.
Someone in the Batcave meant he could get some food, after all.
Dick poked his head into Tim's room a few seconds later, a bowl of what appeared to be Cream of Wheat in his hand. He gave a smile, seeing his little brother awake, and let his body follow his head into the room. Setting the bowl down on a pull out table for Tim, Dick chipperly asked "how are you feeling, Timbo?"
"Like I decided taking Bane one-on-one was a good idea," he groaned. Sitting up enough so he could eat, he watched Dick give a half-hearted chuckle while staring into the mid-distance. Half remembering the conversation he had with his older brother last night while spooning the warm cereal into his mouth, he looked around and sarcastically commented between bites, "sooo, you gonna tell me what was on your mind when I woke up before? Or do I have to figure it out myself?"
The comment startled Dick more than it should have, and as Tim frowned at the reaction Dick turned his head, his gaze sweeping the room before he spoke.
"That imaginary friend of yours," Tim cut his brother off with another groan.
"If you're still going to make fun of me for that-" Dick raised his hand, trying to pacify the conversation before he could finish.
"Don't worry Timmers, I believe you now. I should have believed you when you brought it up the first time and I'm sorry for that."
Tim almost groaned again when he felt the tension drop from his shoulders, jostling his arm. He wiggled in his bed to readjust himself before allowing Dick to continue.
"I was going to ask if you knew anything more about them. They've been following you around for a month, right? Do you know if they pose any risk to you or the family?"
Tim shoved another spoonful of the gruel into his mouth, it was bland, but it gave him something to distract him from the fact that Dick had steamrolled over an actual apology and went straight to business.
Shaking his head as he swallowed his mouth full down, he began.
"While I don't know much other than they can apparently make ice from nothing and make things glow, I can say they don't have any ill intent. They saved me Dick, after I fell from the roof they caught me and… I think they got the guys chasing me off my back."
He ignored the images of a black-clad white-haired figure flitting through his mind with another mouth full of cereal.
Dick sighed, none of the bats liked not knowing things about what's happening to them, but the fact that the entity following Tim saved him from a bad fall released some tension from the older birds shoulders.
"So you don't think it would do anything to hurt you? I need to make sure, Tim."
They both shivered as a sudden chill filled the room. Pretending not to notice Tim answered, "no, I don't think the thing that's been following me on patrols, helping me with cases, protecting me for a month would hurt me now after all this time."
Was it weird Tim thought that so surely? A little bit. But with the way the room warmed up just as quickly as it cooled had him realising that maybe he and his brother weren't the only ones in the room. Now that he focused, he could feel the quiet cold sitting behind him.
It had never followed him to the cave before.
'Shit.'
The implications of something potentially dangerous being able to make its way into the Batcave, a heavily protected and monitored fortress of a hideout had Tim shivering for a different reason. If B ever found out, he'd have Tim's neck.
He also realized he could hear the thing purring again. 'Like a big cat,' the thought made him huff a laugh, it certainly did seem like he'd taken in a stray, an invisible, cold, possibly monstrous stray, but a stray nonetheless. The purr grew louder to Tim following his laugh and that same feeling of safety washed over him again, like a blanket.
Tim turned around—really just craned his neck, he couldn't really move otherwise—to try to pinpoint where the purr was coming from exactly, but when he faced away from Dick the comfortable noise stopped dead. The feeling of safety stopped with it, making Tim wonder darkly if the creature was intentionally making Tim think it was safe to gain his trust. He pushed that thought away as soon as it came, if it did intend to hurt him, it would be Tim's fault for trusting it.
Turning back around he found Dick watching him. Mumbling a weak and slightly annoyed "what?" He shovelled another spoonful of the now room temperature cereal.
Dick shook his head. 'So the thing following Tim really did come back to the cave with us,' it didn't bode well for them to have a potentially dangerous sentient creature of unknown origin in the cave, but if his brother thought so highly of the thing, he supposed he could let it stay his secret for now. Dodging the question he drawled, "you know, there isn't any footage on your feed from after you slid off that roof."
The "what?" That came from his brother this time sounded less annoyed and more confused, so he counted that as a win.
"That doesn't make sense, my mask wasn't that badly damaged in my escape, or the display would have told me." He watched his brother's brow furrow in thought.
"Yeah, Babs is pulling her hair out because of it. Apparently after you go over this whine comes over the audio and both cut to static until I find you."
The faces his brother was making would be funny if he weren't so curious about it. Seeing his expression finally land on clarity Dick urged "you know what happened?"
"I think I do," Tim admitted. "I heard a buzzing… it didn't have any source that I can remember, so maybe that's what caused it?"
"A buzzing? That could be it, I didn't hear anything when I found you, so it lines up for when the feed comes back."
Noticing the bowl in front of Tim is now, in fact, empty, Dick figures that maybe now should be where he cuts the conversation. The voice over the comms can be addressed once his brother's gotten some more rest. He stands, takes the bowl from the table and turns to leave when he hears Tim mutter a quiet "wait."
Dick stops paces from the door and turns to face his brother. Tim seems to fight with himself for a moment before he ground out "thanks for believing me, finally."
He doesn't look up to see his older brother's reaction, but the smile could be heard in his voice.
"Of course, Tim, I'm sorry I didn't believe you sooner." With that said, he walks out feeling lighter, and yet with more questions than when he walked in.
Danny watches as Tim sinks into his bed, mindful of his injuries. The bats know about him, with that fact alone he should be leaving, yet even now his core urged him to stay and protect.
He knows staying is only going to lead to trouble.
He doesn't want to leave.
Leaving means going back to that rundown dump of a townhouse he's been squatting in for the last three months, doing odd jobs around town during the day just to get a bit to eat (not that he needed to eat much with all the ambient ectoplasm in the air) and going back to looking over his shoulder for the GIW or, ancients forbid, his parents.
A soft "hey" breaks him out of his anxious thoughts, and looking over he sees Tim looking in his general direction. The goosebumps on his unbandaged arm tell Danny that he may have made the temperature dip again, unintentionally this time, and he makes a conscious effort to raise it back up to a more comfortable level.
"I know you're there." The sudden admittance made him jump, but Tim continued on, "I know what I saw last night was you. You saved me and I wanted to thank you. Not just for the save, but also the lead on the ghost thieves. For whatever reason you're reluctant to show yourself, and knowing some of my family you have every right to be, but maybe some sign you aren't just some hallucination or actual imaginary thing would be nice? I kinda feel like I'm talking to an actual ghost here." The last bit came out with a chuckle on both ends, Tim for how crazy he feels talking to an empty room and Danny for just how close Tim got with that quip.
Another internal struggle for Danny, oh joy. Revealing himself would be bad, but maybe something small? Tim already knows he makes ice to some capacity, and he's asking so nicely, Danny thought it wouldn't hurt, right?
On the table in front of Tim, where his bland breakfast previously rested a small statuette slowly materialized from condensing mist. Tim watched as the small mound of green tinged ice formed a base, then on nearly invisible supports a nebulous disk spread out. An icy galaxy sat before Tim, about as big as his hand, and it moved. Even after finishing its creation, the edges twisted and swirled in a continuous dance. He could see glittering stars and fluctuating nebulas as tiny clouds of glittering snow.
It was mesmerizing.
Reaching out to touch it, Tim was surprised at how solid it was. It was like touching compacted sand, if they had stuck the sand in an ice box overnight. Ever so gingerly he took the galaxy off its supports and cupped it in his hand. Despite it being made of ice entirely it gave off a strange warmth. It reminded Tim of holding a warm cup of coffee and relaxing with his family. He had to remind himself to breathe as he put the statuette back on its pedestal. The warmth lingered on his palm as he again searched for the cold spot.
It was right in front of him, and he could tell it was watching his reaction. Carefully, he reached out, like he'd done before on that night he'd decided to befriend the strange creature. Unlike before though, his fingers brushed against something. Fabric, he could feel it but there was still nothing to see. His hand slid down what must have been an arm before feeling a fisted hand just over the bed near his thigh. It was tense, and as the cold familiarity of the hand he was holding set in he realized the being sitting on the bed in front of him was afraid. He could feel the quiet anxiety coming off in cold waves, and he had to wonder what it was afraid of.
Tim shifted for better balance and the hand underneath his flinched. Was it… was it afraid of Tim? Afraid of what Tim would do if he knew it was real? That both did and didn't make sense. The being in front of Tim was powerful, he had no doubt it could level all of Gotham if it wanted to, and none of the bats would be able to stop it (not for lack of trying, of course) and yet it was afraid of Tim. Tim, the guys that practically lived off coffee and 5-hour energies, Tim the one that accidentally falls asleep at the batcomputer so regularly Alfred had a specific blanket tucked away just for him. That Tim.
The hand below his flexed again and he realized it must be waiting on an answer. With what he hoped was a reassuring pat to the back of the gloved hand before him, he smiled and snickered, "now, was that so hard?"
The fact that while the hand hadn't moved, the waves of anxious cold he felt warmed up had Tim cheer a silent victory. Trying to look in the direction of where the beings head could be, he continued.
"I get it if you don't wanna show yourself, I really do, but maybe you could keep me company? I probably got six to eight weeks laying in this bed, and I don't know about you, but I'll probably die of boredom before that's up." He chuckles, and going off of the way he feels the hand underneath him bounce, he guessed the thing in front of him does too.
"So yeah, you're welcome to stay, if you want. Maybe help me pull a prank or two, and I know that no matter what you are, you're going to love Alfred's cooking."
Well shit, Danny basically just got the go ahead to haunt the Wayne family, by one of the Waynes. He feels like he should be honoured? Sure the fact he doesn't want to go back to living in that stupid townhouse is another driving factor, but having a friend that doesn't mind his ghosty bits outside of Sam and Tucker sounds really appealing. It doesn't help that he's been really lonely.
Tim feels the hand slide out from under his. Before he can marvel at the fact they did it without making any sound, or mourn the loss of the comforting cold he watches as the galaxy statuette lifts off its base. The statuette hovers above the table for a few moments, then raises and dips repeatedly, straight up and down. Tim laughs at what could only be described as the floating statue nodding at him, before being set down on its base.
"Well I guess that settles it then," he laughs, "if you're going to be around more often, I'll need something to call you though." The room temperature takes a dive, not as cold as before, but still noticeable.
"Okay, I'm going to guess you either don't have a name, "the room temp doesn't change " or have a name but can't or don't want to say it." The room slowly warms up at that. So it has a name but can't use it. Tim can work with that.
"Well, how about I give you a name until you can tell me your real one? I'm not as good as Damian in naming things but I'm sure I can think of something." A hum heard and Tim begins to think of what he could call his new friend. Remembering the white hair he saw the night before and what was probably the same figure as a nebula had his eyes wandering to the statuette sitting prettily before him. So the being either likes space or space themed things (did it come from space? An actual alien? Just another thing to think about.) Trying to recall the knowledge he gained from the few times he's gone stargazing, a name pops into Tim's head that makes him want to laugh.
"How do you like the name Arcturus? If I remember right it's one of the brightest stars and it looks white when you see it in the sky."
The reaction he gets is instantaneous, a loud purr reverberates throughout the small room and this time Tim does laugh.
"I suppose that's as good of a 'yes' as I'll get. Good to finally meet you Arcturus." He holds out a hand before realizing that a handshake probably wasn't going to happen. Before he could take his hand back he felt the hand he was holding previously snake into his and grip it gently. He smiled and shook it, absently noting the claws he could feel poking at the back of his hand.
"I feel like this will be the start of a beautiful friendship," he grins.
A puff of frost in his face has him snort and grin in the direction of his new friend.
Yeah, this'll be interesting.
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Jinx x Mage fem reader, where the Mahe has to hide her powers and yet wish to protect her friend, despite her friend being a bit... creative with her mental state at times. It's totally normal to stare at your friends when they work, right? And what if you absolutely made the last person to look at her in the wrong way non identifiable? That means nothing.
Especially not when your magic seem to grow stronger around her, or that strange liquid...
One thing I should've told You
|| Jinx x fem!mage!reader
|| Warnings: law breaking, Jinx being Jinx, mentions of bombs and guns, slight angst? does it count as angst?
|| Summary: reader and Jinx escape enforcers with the help of the magic reader has tried so hard to keep hidden. Jinx is mad at reader for keeping it hidden.
Requests open!
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You and Jinx were close friends. You've known her for maybe about four years now, having met when the both of you were fifteen.
You'd run into each other one day when you were out running some rouge group that heard about your magic and wanted to have it for themselves. You left home, created a new identity, and went on the run. When you left, you became a bit more careful about using your magic. Keeping it hidden for the most part. You stayed low, only using your magic when absolutely necessary.
The day you and Jinx found each other, Jinx had gotten into a fight prior to the meeting. You were the one to patch her up and help her get home safely. From there, you kept running into each other. Then Jinx started going out of her way to see you which in turn started the friendship between the two of you.
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Slam!
You'd turned a corner and were immediately met with a stone wall, making you groan and rest a hand to your head. Shaking the dizziness from your head. A hand grabs your wrist and pulls you to the other direction, looking to see Jinx.
"Come on!" She shouts, the classic crazed look in her eyes as she smirks. You and Jinx had been in the middle of a high end heist when the enforcers caught you. So, now you were on the run from them. You weren't as good at building jumping as Jinx was. In case that wasn't already obvious.
"Not all of us were raised on building jumping, Jinx!" You remind her, which makes her laugh as she drags you along the rooftop. You tripping over your own feet trying to keep up with her.
Below you enforcers were shouting, one managed to find a way onto the rooftop which makes you halt in your tracks and spread your arms protectively in front of Jinx. The enforcer pointed their gun to... Jinx. Completely skipping past you. They've been after Jinx for ages. Anyone else you figured would get some kind of warning or whatever before being arrested, but you knew they wouldn't take their chances with Jinx. You had to act. And fast. The enforcer was pulling the trigger.
Bam.
The gunshot was met with your force field that surrounded you and Jinx. Magic flowed through your body, feeling stronger than it ever has before. You didn't know why, you couldn't focus on that right now. Your eyes narrowed and the shield lowered, before being put up again. This time around a shocked looking Jinx. Jinx didn't know you were a mage. Well, she did now. You'd handle that later.
You rushed the enforcer, fist raised as fire formed around it. The enforcer dodged your attack and elbowed you square in the back, knocking you to the ground. You were strong and impulsive with your fighting; which often made you vulnerable to well thought out counter attacks. You hit the tiled roof face first. The loss in focus being enough to dismantle the shield you had put around Jinx.
Boom.
Jinx had thrown one of her pink dust bombs, the dust covering the enforcer and some landing on your back. The enforcer staggered back and nearly slipped off the roof, but gripped the end last second and pulled himself back up. During this time you had gotten off the ground and tossed a fire spell at the enforcer. The sudden heat mixed with pain made the enforcer shout as he let go and fell.
You sighed deeply and turned to look at Jinx, who was looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite read. You rushed back to her side and grabbed her hand. Being the one pulling her along.
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You and Jinx made it back to the place you learnt to call home during your time in the Undercity. You sat down on the couch in Jinx's room and sighed deeply as she sat at her desk, not saying a word to you as she tinkered with her latest project. You always loved watching her work. The way her hands moved effortlessly, the focus in her expression... a soft blush formed on your cheeks as your thoughts trailed to other places. Thoughts you shouldn't exactly be having about a friend. You shook your head. You shouldn't be thinking like that about a friend. Though you couldn't take your eyes off her. It was normal to stare at a friend while they worked, right?
You forced yourself out of those thoughts after what felt like a long moment and stood. Walking over to Jinx and resting your hand to her shoulder. She didn't even look at you.
You needed to talk. You knew that.
"Jinx. Look at me." You say, she doesn't listen. So you take matters into your own hand and gently move her head by her chin, making her look at you. She swats your hand away and moves her gaze from you," I didn't want to hide this from you."
"Oh yeah, sure! Nobody was making you lie but that didn't stop you from doing it anyway! You're just like everyone else! Everyone always lies!" You could tell by the way she was talking she was going into one of her weird mental states. This time, it was your fault. That hurt you. Your hands went to her shoulders and turned her in her spinning chair, making her face you.
"The day we met, I was on the run because of my magic. I was scared. Scared that if I showed it they'd find me. I realize now I was being overly paranoid, I should've told you. And I'm sorry." You say, keeping your tone soft but serious. Jinx huffed, the air moving the bit of hair that covered the side of her face.
"Swear to me you won't lie again!" She points her bomb at you, the sudden action making you tense. You wanted to think she wouldn't use it on you, but Jinx was beyond unpredictable. Like, if you opened a dictionary and searched for the word unpredictable the definition would simply be a picture of Jinx.
You hands didn't move from her shoulders, hoping the action would show her that you meant what you were about to say. Even if a bomb was pointed at you.
"I swear, Jinx. If we're being completely open... there's one other thing I should have told you."
Jinx looks at you with a mix of frustration and confusion. You were keeping more from her?
A blush coated your cheeks.
"I like you. Like, have a crush on you kind of like." You say, be it a little awkwardly as one of your hands let go of her shoulder and rest on the back of your neck. You had no idea how she would react. So when her lips suddenly crashed against yours in a fierce kiss, it took you by surprise. Your eyes widened but then you melted into it and kissed her back.
Your friendship with Jinx was much more than that, now.
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Couldn't figure out how to work in the liquid part but I hope I did the rest of it justice 🫶
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Master chief x reader - my blood, your blood
Part 3:
You stayed there for a few hours like that, every time John began to speak you shut him down immediately.
Getting up, you jumped down from where you had been laid, and you stuffed your hands in your pockets as you began to leave.
John got up to follow you.
“Don’t even fucking think about it or I’ll kill you in your sleep.”
“I’ll stay for however long it takes.”
“I don’t care, just stay away from me.”
You walked away, not even bothering to look back at him, but you knew him, you knew he wasn’t going to leave you alone, and you knew he was going to stay in the city.
So you avoided it for a few days, you didn’t have to go back for anything yet, so you stayed at your home, just doing some small repairs.
John had set up his own camp in a sturdy looking building, but it didn’t do anything for the need for food.
You had already had time to go through the place and take what you wanted, so after a few hours of searching he gave up.
He was debating hunting, but he didn’t know much about that, and he didn’t know anything about the animals on this planet whereas you did.
You had been here for years, you would’ve had time to learn the ins and outs of this place.
You had been away for nearly a week, he was living off whatever rations he could find in the ship, but he was running dangerously low.
Finally you made your way back to the city, and he watched you from where he was poking through a few shops looking around.
You tossed a bag at him, and stuffed your hands back in your pocket.
“Can’t have you rotting up the city and attracting attention.”
John picked up the bag, and he looked inside of it.
“Thank you.”
He set the bag down, and he went through his pockets, pulling out a vile, and he held it out to you.
You narrowed your eyes a little bit.
“I don’t know if it would work, but Halsey mentioned there was a cure to whatever she made me do. Miranda gave it to me.”
You gestured to the window and he set it carefully on the window ledge, taking his bag and he took a few steps back.
You held your knife carefully as you walked closer, and you picked it up, carefully inspecting it.
Putting it in your pocket you left again, heading towards the hospital where you could find the equipment you needed to check it.
All you had to do was draw some blood, put a drop of the substance on it and see what happened, and that’s what you did.
You carefully did a few tests with what you had, and when you deemed it was safe to drink, you did.
You weren’t sure how long you had to wait for the results, so you had to keep checking.
Walking over to a gap in the wall, you grabbed the scope you kept in your pocket and used it to look around, finding John was still here you had left him.
He was looking up at you, and he didn’t seem to bothered by the fact you were watching him, so you put it back and walked down the chunk of the wall that led to the ground.
Jumping down, you walked over and stopped next to him.
“You should seek higher ground, it’s flood season.”
With that, you left again, making your way back to your cabin.
A few hours later rain began hitting the roof, and you laid next to your fireplace, blanket over you to try and conserve heat.
When you woke up, it was sunny again, and you made your way back down to the city.
A lot of the streets were flooded, in some places the water came up to your knees, it made you wondered why they thought this would be a good place to build a city.
You trudged through the way, and you walked over to one of the barrels scattered around.
Nodding your head, you set the empty jugs down, and you began to fill them up.
You heard a splash, and the sound of somebody walked through the water, and you turned around to see John walking forward.
“Just leave. Most of the city will be flooded by the end of the week.”
“I’m not going anywhere until we talk. I saw visions, when I was a boy. I saw a happy family, and I saw Halsey there as well. I know she took us all away from our families.”
You stopped what you were doing and you turned around to look at him.
“I know what they did, you know too. That’s why you were so angry right? The reason why you were always furious with them all?”
You nodded your head.
“Why could you remember but I couldn’t?”
“Because of my species Halsey couldn’t erase all my memory like she did with you, she wanted me to remember what I could do, and she wanted to see if she could transplant my blood into somebody else and if they would be able to do the same thing. They wanted to turn me into a weapon.”
“But you were part of the Spartan programme.”
“They wanted to make me stronger than anything else.”
He nodded his head, and you went back to filling up the water jugs, setting one aside so you could take another one.
“How did you remember?” You asked.
John took one of the empty jugs, walking over to another barrel so that one could be filled with water as well.
“I touched an artefact, I had a vision, and I kept having it. It wasn’t a vision, it was a memory.”
You nodded, and you stood up, putting the kids back on the jugs, tying them together and you picked them all up.
“They’re going to try and silence you.”
“Why?”
“Because they won’t want to admit to anybody else what they had done, that’s why there’s no records about it. There’s nothing on the Spartan project, because they’re trying to keep it covered up.”
“What about you?”
You stopped walking, turning around to look at him.
“People know about me, people know what I can do, they want me dead. The only reason I wasn’t killed is because Halsey was using me as her little pet project.”
You carried on walking, and John walked alongside of of you.
“What do you know about the Spartan project?”
“A lot more than people think. Just because of my attitude they thought I wasn’t listening, but I was.”
You stopped by the building John was using as his own home, and you turned around to fully look at him.
“I’ve told you what you wanted, now leave me alone. If you come back I will kill you this time John, make no mistake about that, I will do it without hesitation.”
“I’ll go when I know if the cure worked. Miranda said it will take a few days.”
“Fine. I’ll come back in a few days if it worked or not. Then you leave.”
You left again, and for the next few days you kept trying your power.
It didn’t take long for the cure to work, and though you weren’t as strong as what you were, it was progress at least.
So you went back to John, blood sword in your hand, and you pointed it at his chest.
He stood there, not moving, hands raised slightly.
“Now leave me alone. I was never part of your team, don’t start treating me like one now.”
“Okay, I’ll go.”
You escorted him back to his shop, and you watched as he stood on the ramp, looking down at you.
“Thank you.”
With that, he left, and you went back to your peace, practicing your fighting everyday, getting stronger and stronger so if they did come back you were ready.
You weren’t afraid to hurt anybody for your freedom, and if that meant you had to kill the marines they sent, if you had to kill the Spartans, you would.
They knew that.
Your planet was one of their next missions, and he quickly stood up.
“(Y/N) will kill anybody that steps foot there.”
“The Coventry are after something on this planet, you’re to find it, keep it safe until we can retrieve it. I do not care what (Y/N) thinks, and if they intervene you arrest them. Am I understood?”
“You don’t understand (Y/N) can take over other people’s bodies, they will kill every marine you send there.” He argued.
“You are going on this mission, you are taking the marines with you.” The admiral warned.
John clenched his jaw slightly.
You just wanted your peace, and he had a feeling this mission was more than whatever was on your planet, there was some other reason they were being sent there.
If you saw them you would attack, and while the Spartans stood a chance, the marines didn’t.
It was only a few weeks after he previously left that he returned to your planet, and there was no sign of you where they were.
He made his way to the city, hoping to find you there and maybe talk it out with you before anything happened.
“(Y/N)?!” He called.
John stood in the middle of the city where you frequently went, and he looked around, calling out your name once more.
He felt a tight pain in his chest, and he placed his hand over it as he dropped to his knees.
“Wait! I’m here to tell you the Coventry are coming!”
The pain lessened slightly, but he was still being held down.
“There’s a Coventry artefact here in your planet, a team has been deployed to try and retrieve it before the Coventry get it. Do you know where it is? I swear we’ll leave right after.”
“You swore you wouldn’t come back.”
“I tried to tell them but they wouldn’t listen. You need to leave before the Coventry come, you know what they’ll do to this planet.”
You didn’t reply.
“If you know where the artefact is tell me where to find it, I’ll take you somewhere else.”
A map was tossed in front of him, and he could see where you had circled.
“I found it months ago. Take it and leave.”
You released your hold on him, not before opening a series of small but painful cuts along his skin as a warning.
“Let me take you somewhere safe.”
John waited for a reply but he never got one, he tried to scan the area but he couldn’t find you.
Grabbing the map, he made his way back to the others and handed it over, and he began to escort them to the location, because no doubt you were waiting, you were waiting.
There was a sense of unease among everybody know that not only were the Coventry going to be on their way, but you were around somewhere, and you had no qualms about hurting them.
John was looking for any indication that you were nearby, or where you would be hiding, because he needed to get you off this planet as well
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Lavender - Ch. 44
You, Joel and Ellie recover from the events of Silver Lake. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-43 found on Tumblr here.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings: Smut :D Unprotected PIV sex (don't be a dumbass). Injuries from canon-typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only.
Length: 4.3K
Joel was struggling to figure out what to prioritize.
He needed to get you and Ellie far from Silver Lake and he needed to do it quick, before the people there figured out what happened and chased you down.
He needed to get you into something warm and dry before you caught hypothermia.
He needed to have you check Ellie’s injuries and make sure she was OK.
He needed to help patch you up, clean the blood from your skin.
He needed to have you look at the wound on his side, the one that was leaking blood where he was almost certain he popped a stitch when he’d swung the axe at the man who’d hit you.
He needed to hold onto you and Ellie and feel that both of you were near and safe.
He couldn’t do it all at once. He just couldn’t.
He wasn’t sure how long he walked, Ellie plowing forward, desperate to get away from whatever she’d seen and lived in the town. But after a bit, you started slowing down, stumbling through the woods.
“Baby,” he caught you before you ended up on your hands and knees in the snow. You were shaking, your fingers and lips and face pale. He ground his teeth. “C’mon, just a little further, we just have to get to a house, we can stop, we’ll get you warmed up…”
“S’OK,” you slurred, teeth chattering. “You both go on ahead, I just… little break. A nap. I’ll catch… I’ll find you, s’OK…”
You started trying to lie down in the snow then, gently prying your limbs from Joel’s grip.
“Shit,” he grabbed you again, pulling you sharply to your feet. You frowned, confused, eyes hurt. Like you were utterly lost as to why he wouldn’t just let you take a nap in the snow. “No, we have to keep goin’, you can take a break soon, c’mon…”
“But I’m so tired,” you looked like you were about to cry, your words mushy. “Won’t hold you up, just… I just need a little bit, that’s all…”
“Joel?” Ellie doubled back, her eyes still wide, blood still on her face.
“S’OK Baby Girl,” he said. He could feel his chest getting tight again, the feeling that everything important was slipping away from him because he couldn’t keep his shit together, because he’d been too slow to stop the man who’d stabbed him and he’d been scrambling to get control back ever since. He tried to focus. He looked around for a moment. Snow was cold, the bark on the tree in front of him was rough, your skin was soft… He took a deep breath and lifted you into his arms. You groaned in protest as he pulled you against his chest. His stitches pulled and he gritted his teeth against the pain. “S’OK Ellie, we keep movin’, just have to find a house or somethin’, we keep movin’.”
“M’tired,” you pressed your face into his neck. Your skin felt so cold.
“I know Baby,” he said. “I’ve got you, we’re almost there…”
“What’s wrong with her?” Ellie asked, first full sentence she’d said since the three of you had started running.
“Not positive,” Joel said. “But I think hypothermia, she went in the water…”
“Shit,” Ellie swore, shaking her head, tearing up. “It’s my fault, she was trying to protect me and they took her away…”
“No,” Joel shook his head. “Not your fault, nothin’ to do with you and everything to do with them, hear me? Nothin’ that happened there was your fault. Nothin’. Understand?”
She nodded but it didn’t feel very convincing. Joel tried to ignore the fact that his shirt was getting wet with blood where his stomach was injured.
Thankfully, the three of you weren’t far from a hunting cabin. Ellie was the one who spotted it, only 10 minutes after Joel had picked you up. You’d passed out, all awareness of the situation seemingly gone when you did.
The cabin was, thankfully, mostly intact. There were three bedrooms, a hole in the roof in one but everything else was intact. There was a stack of firewood on the porch - someone had likely been supplying it the summer before the outbreak, getting ready for the hunting season that never came. He set you on the floor, near the fireplace. He looked to Ellie.
“Need you to see what blankets you can find,” he said quickly. “Grab whatever you can, OK? I’m going to get a fire goin’…”
“Right, yeah,” she nodded, running into the cabin. He heard her rifling through cabinets as he checked the flue on the fireplace and grabbed wood from the rotting porch, piling it inside the hearth.
He got the fire going and Ellie came back with an arm load of comforters and crocheted throws. He looked up at her as he started unbuttoning your shirt.
“Turn around for me, OK?” He asked. “I have to get her undressed or this ain’t gonna work…”
She nodded and turned her back, nervously tapping her foot.
Joel peeled the clothes from you, the sleeves of your shirt frozen and stiff. He pulled his own shirt off, too, before putting you close to the fire and pulling a blanket over the both of you, wrapping around you tightly.
“Ellie,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm. “Need one more thing from you, Baby Girl. It’s OK to turn around…”
He looked back over his shoulder at her as she faced him.
“Need you to go into Doc’s bag and get some of her medical shit,” he said. “I’m bleedin’, need to try to get that under control.”
“Right,” she nodded, going for the bag and rifling around for gauze. She found a pack and just lifted the side of the blanket, applying it to his wound. Joel rearranged your cold body so your front was pressed against his own, his arms tightly around you. “Is there… can I help?”
“Yeah,” Joel nodded. “You got a t-shirt on under that sweatshirt right?” She nodded. “OK, take off the sweatshirt and get around on the other side of her. Tuck the blanket in tight, try to trap the heat…”
She nodded, pulling the sweatshirt off and lying on the other side of you.
“She’s going to be OK, right?” Ellie asked quietly after a few minutes. “She has to be OK, I can’t… what if I got her killed, Joel?”
“You didn’t,” Joel said quickly, as much for himself as it was for Ellie. “She’s gonna be fine, OK? She’s gonna be fine.”
You had to be fine. He couldn’t live with himself if you weren’t. The sharp pain at the thought of losing you was visceral, it gutted him. It would be just him and Ellie, trying to figure out how to be a family without you and they’d have to figure it out. It would be the only thing he had worth living for.
He held you tighter, closer. He thought you might be feeling warmer but he wasn’t sure if that was wishful thinking.
But then your breathing shifted, growing deeper. He started to relax a little and you twitched against his chest, groaning a little.
“Doc?” Ellie’s head lifted from the other side of you.
“Ellie?” Your voice cracked a bit. You shifted and Joel loosened his grip on you. “Joel? What happened? Is everyone OK?”
“Just a little banged up,” he said gently, looking down at you. “We’re safe.”
You looked down at yourself and pressed yourself back into Joel’s chest.
“Why am I not wearing a shirt!”
***
Things came back to you a bit when Joel told you everything. Ellie found an old sweatshirt in the cabin you were holed up in and you bundled in front of the fireplace, wrapped in the blankets. Both Ellie and Joel looked worse for wear. You hadn’t dared look in a mirror yourself yet.
“So,” you said, turning so your back was facing the fire. Your fingers still shook from the cold. “I can’t do much quite yet but… how’s everyone doing?”
Joel and Ellie looked at each other.
“Joel needs some stitching up,” Ellie said, her arms around her shins as she stared at the ground. “I did a shit job…”
“No,” Joel shook his head. “No, Baby Girl, you did an incredible job, I just popped some stitches is all…”
“The fact that he’s alive right now means you did a great job, Ellie,” you said gently. She looked up at you, her jaw firm. “I’m serious. Without you, we’d probably all be dead.”
She just nodded before staring back down at the ground.
Once her face was cleaned up, there wasn’t much damage to be concerned with. You weren’t sure where all the blood had come from. You really weren’t sure if she would tell you.
It only took another hour or so before your hands were steady enough to stitch Joel back up. Ellie said she didn’t want to see you doing “medical shit” but mentioned penicillin before going back to one of the bedrooms in the cabin, bringing her backpack with her. You hoped it would be enough to keep any infection at bay as David’s people had kept most of your medication. All they’d left was the birth control because why would someone like David let people use that. The thought made your stomach turn.
Joel winced and hissed as you stitched his wound closed but he stayed still.
“You’re a good patient when you’re not busy trying to hate me,” you said said as you tied off the stitch. “You need to take it easy for a few days.”
“Think we all do,” he said, looking up at you from his place on the floor. “Have you taken a look at yourself yet?”
You shook your head, not really looking at him when you did.
You could feel that your face was damaged. It was tender and swollen and there was stickiness where blood had dried on your skin.
“Is it bad?” You asked softly. “No one’s ever hit me like that, it felt bad but I don’t know if it was actually bad…”
“Baby,” he said quietly, sitting up and running his fingers over your throat to cradle the back of your neck.
You just nodded a little. You knew that meant it was probably pretty bad.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there,” Joel whispered, his thumb stroking your neck. “I should have been there, I should have protected you and her and…”
“It’s not your fault, Joel,” you cut him off, voice gentle. “You protected us at the university. You got us this far. None of this, none of the bad shit, has been your fault, OK? You can’t keep taking the blame for everything bad that’s ever happened to you or me or Ellie or… It will eat you alive if you keep blaming yourself for all of it. Don’t let it destroy you. Please, Joel. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me and for Ellie.”
He held your gaze for a moment.
“I can’t keep lettin’ you get hurt, Baby,” he said softly. “I can’t.”
You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Then start with forgiving yourself,” you said. “Because I love you too much to let you do this to yourself.”
You got shakily to your feet, grabbing your backpack and a pot with some water made from melted snow in front of the fire.
“I’m going to go get cleaned up and check on Ellie,” you said, looking at him for a moment. “I love you, Joel. I’ve never thought you’ve failed me. Not once.”
You used your flashlight in the bathroom mirror to examine your face. There was a nasty cut along your hairline, one that you probably would have stitched if you’d gotten to it hours ago but now, it would do more harm than good. You cleaned up the blood and sanitized it as best as you could in hopes of not getting an infection. The rest, you couldn’t do much with. There was a more minor cut on one cheek, a bruise blossoming around it, a matching one around your opposite eye. You had all the signs of an orbital bone fracture but it was one that didn’t look like it would require surgery, assuming that you could last a few weeks without getting punched in the fucking face again.
“Lovely,” you sighed. Joel was going to be beating himself up about this for who the hell knows how long when your face looked like this. “Just perfect.”
You gave up on improving things any further and found Ellie’s room, knocking on the door.
“What?” She said, voice flat.
“Can I come in?” You replied. She didn’t answer. You waited for a moment before you opened the door. The lantern was on but she was curled on her side, her arms crossed protectively over herself, staring into space. You leaned against the doorway. “Hey, Gremlin.”
“Hey.” She didn’t sound much like herself at all.
“Hungry?” You asked. “I’ve still got some jerky and they may have stocked this cabin, I haven’t gone through the kitchen yet. They might even have Spaghetti-Os or Chef Boyardee.”
She shrugged. You closed the door and went and sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes following you as you went.
“Want to talk about any of it?” You asked quietly. She shrugged again. You took a deep breath and nodded. “It’s OK if you don’t, I’m not going to force you. But you don’t have to do any of this alone. And I’m going to keep checking in on you. Because I love you and I want you to be OK.”
She just clenched her jaw and stared at the wall. You put a hand gently on her ankle and she jumped before settling back down into the mattress. It made your heart ache.
“Nothing that happened in there was your fault,” you said quietly. “Nothing that anybody did to you, nothing that you did to anybody else. None of it. You didn’t have a choice. They were bad people and they took your choices away from you. That’s their fault. That’s not on you, Baby Girl.”
She sniffed once. You looked around the small room.
“It’s a bit cold in here,” you said. “Want to come sleep in the front room with us? There’s a fire which goes a long way in the warmth department…”
“Don’t want to get in the way of alone time,” she said, a hint of her teasing tone managing to poke through her otherwise flat affect.
“Yes, because we’re definitely going to be all over each other while he’s bleeding and I look like I just went a few rounds with Rocky Balboa,” you teased back, hoping to give her some kind of guide towards normalcy. She frowned and lifted her head a bit.
“The fuck is a Rocky Balboa?”
You smiled a little. There she was.
Ellie did come with you to the front of the cabin. You rifled through the kitchen and found some canned food - chili, green beans and even Spaghetti-Os. You warmed up the pasta and was happy to see Ellie actually eating it. Joel tried to get you to eat some chili but all you could think of were the bodies as they hung in the boathouse, the smell of what you knew now was human flesh cooking the day you examined people. The idea of eating meat made your stomach turn. You stuck with the green beans.
The three of you slept near the fire, Joel holding you and you holding Ellie.
Joel wanted to get up and get moving the next day but you put your foot down about that one.
“Absolutely not,” you shook your head.
“If anyone is tracking us…” he began but you cut him off.
“It snowed overnight,” you said, nodding to the window. “So our tracks are covered. And given how desperate the people there were for food, I think it’s safe to say they don’t know this place exists. You’ve got an open abdominal wound, I’ve got a busted orbital bone, we’re not going anywhere. The Fireflies have waited this long for us, they can wait a little longer.”
“I agree with Doc,” Ellie said. “We’re just going to get ourselves killed if we go too early. We should stay put.”
Joel, reluctantly, agreed.
You tried to do what you could with the days you were spending at the cabin.
Ellie was still withdrawn. Something had happened to her, that much you knew. She’d emerged covered in blood but there wasn’t a cut big enough on her for it to all have been hers. She’d hurt someone. You weren’t sure why. She still wasn’t talking about it.
The third day, Joel took the rifle into the woods and came back with a rabbit, which he and Ellie cleaned and dressed. You watched them work through the process, Joel at the point in teaching her that he was asking her how to do the job and letting her explain the next step.
“Good job, Baby Girl,” he said once the rabbit was on a makeshift spit over the fire. “You’re a natural.”
You played cards quite a bit, and taught Ellie dominos. There was an old copy of Operation there, too, that somehow still had a working battery.
“This one really isn’t fair,” Ellie griped as the three of you sat around the kitchen table as you pulled the water on the knee slowly, gently, from the game board. “You literally operate on shit. Like human people. Of course you’re going to beat us at this.”
“You really thing I’m pulling butterflies out of stomachs and getting buzzed when I miss?” You asked over the board, brows raised.
“Maybe,” Ellie said. “Doctor shit is weird! How would I know?”
“If you paid attention in my classes you’d know,” you teased.
“Should have talked about shit that was more interesting then,” she said. “Not my fault you were talking about stuff like cell walls and shit.”
You smiled a little and your hand slipped, making the board buzz.
“There, see?” You said. “You’ve got a shot.”
“Hell yeah,” she said, taking the tweezers and drawing a card.
She seemed to come and go. Sometimes, she was her usual self - oddly prickly and bubbly at the same time, filled with energy and curiosity and fire. Others, she was quiet, withdrawn, her face and voice flat.
After a few days of all three of you sleeping on the floor of the living room, Ellie decided she wanted to move to one of the bedrooms.
“You’re sure?” You asked. She nodded.
“I think I just…” She shrugged. “I want some time on my own.”
“You can always change your mind, Baby Girl,” Joel said.
“I know,” she said. She at least sounded more like herself, less like the empty version of her that had taken up part time residence since the three of you had left Silver Lake.
You waited until it was quiet and you thought she was settled in for the night.
“I’m worried about her,” you said, keeping your voice low. Joel just nodded once. “She talked to you?”
“No,” he sighed, gruff. “Not sure how to get her to talk to me, either. Not exactly great at it.”
“You can be when you try,” you smiled a little, tucking yourself under his arm.
“I am tryin’,” he said. “But this sort of thing… I could get Sarah to talk to me about boys or trouble at school. Never had to deal with shit like this, thank fuck.”
You nodded slowly.
“Trauma’s a different animal,” you said. “You’ve been there, you know…”
“I’m not sure I have been there,” he glanced at you. “At least not… not like this. You have…”
You paused, looking at him for a moment as he stared into the fire, face hard.
“I don’t know that it got that far,” you said after a minute. “And if it did… just because you haven’t lived through that specific awful thing doesn’t mean you can’t help. You know what living with pain does. You can support her through it.”
He tugged you a bit closer and kissed your temple. The two of you played a game of rummy and Joel asked if he could make it interesting about half way through.
“What did you have in mind?” You asked, brow arched.
“I win, I get to ask my doctor to clear me for some other fun activities,” he said. “What do you want if you win?”
“That’s tricky,” you said, thinking for a moment. You landed on it, smiling.
“Oh no,” he said. “Might regret this…”
“If I win,” you said. “You have to perform a song for me and Ellie, a-cappella, before we find the Fireflies.”
He glared at you over the top of his cards.
“You drive a hard bargain,” he said. “But I’m confident.”
He won handily, smiling. You shook your head a bit.
“Should never have taken that after we were part way through,” you said. “You knew you had that…”
He shrugged.
“Been a while since I got to properly touch you,” he said. “Had to risk it.”
You had him lie back in front of the fire and you checked the wound. It was healing well, no sign of infection.
“I don’t know,” you bit your lip. “You really shouldn’t be pushing it, Joel…”
“Promise I’ll take it easy,” he said. “Now I ain’t proud of it, but I am willing to beg…”
You rolled your eyes.
“Just get ready to take your pants off, Miller,” you said. “But I swear if I think you’re pushing yourself too hard…”
“Now when have I broken a promise?” He asked, pulling you down beside him.
He kissed you gently, sweetly, teasing your mouth open and slipping his tongue inside. His fingers pulled at your shirt, opening the buttons and moving his hand into your bra to cup your breast.
His touch made you moan against his mouth. It had been a long time, damn near two weeks. You’d just been so distracted trying to keep an eye on Ellie and make sure you and Joel were healing well that you hadn’t realized that it had been so long.
But your body noticed. His touch sent a jolt of heat and longing through you, curling and settling low in your stomach. You pressed yourself closer to him, tugging at his shirt and sliding it down his arms. Your fingers traced his chest, his arms as his kiss deepened.
His hand slid lower down your body, to the top of your jeans. He unbuttoned them and slipped inside, his fingertips running over your already dripping seam.
“This all for me?” He breathed, nipping at your lower lip. You just nodded. “Have to make good use of it, then…”
He dipped a finger inside you while his thumb worked your clit. He moved slow and easy at first, but he worked his way up, pressing into you harder and faster, adding a second finger to your aching hole.
“Joel,” you whimpered as he curved his fingers inside you to work the place inside you that made your toes start to curl.
“You feel so fuckin’ good Baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, almost forgot how good and this is just on my fingers…”
He kept opening your sex with his fingers until you came around him in a shuddering gasp, pussy throbbing over him and making him moan.
“Need you,” he said roughly as your orgasm gave its final few flutters. He slid his fingers from you and pulled your pants and underwear down and off. He quickly did the same to his own. Your eyes drifted to the bandage at his side and you panted for breath.
“I don’t know about this Joel,” you said, almost groaning it. You wanted to know about this. You wanted him inside you, needed him deep inside you…
“Here,” he guided you onto your side next to him and hitched your leg over his hip, your knee coming to rest not too far from his injury. He notched himself at your entrance and looked in your eyes. “Promise, I’ll go slow and you’ve got access to the wound if you get worried. OK Baby?”
You just nodded. You were too desperate for him to actually say no.
He held you close and pushed into you, his cock feeling thicker than normal in this position.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he moved, sinking into you to the hilt, his cock stretching you open. “Fuck, Baby, I missed you, missed you so goddamn much…”
He kissed you before you could respond and started to move within you.
Joel kept is word, moving in you slowly but forcefully as your body worked his. Your hands ran over his back, tangled in his hair as your hips rose up and down over his thick length. He picked up the pace a bit, cutting your protest off with a strangled moan as he slid one hand between your bodies to find your clit. You had to press your mouth into his chest to keep from groaning too loud.
“There you go Baby,” he whispered in your ear as you whimpered into his chest. “Cum for me, cum all over me, want to feel you…”
You obeyed - you didn’t have another choice, Joel completely overwhelming you as your body throbbed around him. He pressed into you deep and came apart inside you as your orgasm eased, clutching you close and holding you tightly to him.
He kissed your forehead softly as you went limp in his arms and he panted for breath, part of him still buried inside of you.
“Never want to go that long without touching you again,” he kissed you again. “Never.”
A/N: Just a little chapter of some reconnection and whatnot before we head off to Salt Lake City. Are you ready? I don't know that I'm ready but WE'RE ALMOST THERE EITHER WAY!
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Hello! I wrote an Assassin's Creed fanfic based on @sulfies' ideas about the bleeding effect! (Plus some other HCs that he has mentioned thrown in for flavor) He has SUCH amazing art, you should definitely check it out if you haven't yet! This was actually my first time writing fanfiction, so feedback would be greatly appreciated! Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!
Chased by Shadows
Word count: 2,699
Desmond raced through the streets of Firenze, bumping shoulders with people as he passed. Behind him, he could still hear the hurried steps of the guards. "Get back here! You'll suffer for this!"
He glanced back at his pursuers, but collided with a man carrying a heavy crate, which tumbled and busted on the ground. "Watch where you're going next time!"
"Scusami! I'm sorry!" Desmond kept running.
Ahead, he saw a stack of crates, leading to a number of poles and balconies. Surely the guards would be slow to follow. He leapt up, balancing himself briefly before taking another leap. Balance, leap, balance, leap, swing, balance; it was a comfortingly familiar rhythm. But Desmond was exhausted, and felt too at ease with the acrobatics. Relying on muscle memory that wasn't his. He reached for a clothesline, but it slipped from his fingers and he hit the ground.
He rolled enough that he wasn't hurt, (not badly), but the guards were nearly on top of him again. "Cazzo!" Desmond pulled himself to his feet, and was running again.
Ahead, the street was widening into a market. "Perhaps I can lose them in the crowd."
He slowed to mimic the flow of the people milling and shopping, weaving his way deeper into the stalls, always checking over his shoulder. The guards were always just behind him.
He passed through a group of monks, and turned again to check if he was still followed. The guards were further away now, but one of them turned and caught his eye. Desmond began backing away, preparing to bolt again, but squarely ran into someone.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. He readied his blade.
"Are you alright, mi amico?"
Desmond wheeled around. "Ezio?" He breathed a sigh of relief. "Dio mio, it is good to see you! Can you help rid me of these guards?"
"What guards?" Ezio peered into the sea of faces.
"They've been chasing me all morning!" Desmond grabbed Ezio's arm, ushering him through the masses, barely steps ahead of his tormentors.
"Follow me then." Ezio took the lead, weaving and wending through the crowd, until they reached the edge of the marketplace. Here, the rows of houses began again. Ezio planted his foot on a windowsill, then leaped upwards. He climbed hand over hand, from the window, to the balcony, the banister, the roof. Desmond followed close behind, mirroring his movements exactly.
The two bounded between the rooftops. Desmond kept his gaze focused on Ezio's movements, but behind him, he heard the continued protests of the guardsmen.
"Up ahead!" Ezio quickly rounded a corner, and by the time Desmond had done the same, he barely caught a glimpse of Ezio's boots disappearing under the sheet of a rooftop garden. Desmond leaped in after him. He hadn't slowed down enough, but fortunately, Ezio grabbed hold of him before he could crash into the opposing wall.
The two assassins sat there, sheltering in the shaded box, waiting with hitched breath. Desmond could hear footsteps, murmers, "Did you see where they went?"
"Well," Ezio said, as he started dusting himself off. "That should take care of -"
"Shh!" Desmond slapped his hand over Ezio's mouth and rose a finger to his own. "They'll hear you!"
Ezio glared at him, but frustration was quickly replaced by perplexion and concern. He gently removed Desmond's hand, then clasped it in his own. He entwined their fingers together, staring fixatedly at the blackened hand, as if by some strange. . . burn? Ezio returned his gaze to meet Desmond's, then gestured his head towards the curtain, mouthing, "I'll check." He released the seemingly charred fingers, giving them one last reassuring stroke, then crept over to peer from a corner. He shifted and peeked out another corner, and then another curtain. Finally, he stood up.
"We are the only ones on this rooftop." Ezio looked down at Desmond, who was sat in the corner, wringing his hands. In an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, Ezio gave him a sly smirk and added, "Unless those pigeons are the pursuers you spoke of."
"I. . . I was. . ." Desmond shook his head, then rose to his feet to look for himself. The rooftops were empty. He gave a deep sigh, then straightened up. "Bene," He said, as he started dusting himself off. "Those lurido porci must have finally given up!" Ezio was still staring, and it was starting to make his skin crawl. "What is it?"
"I do not intend to seem rude, but. . ." Ezio trailed off, then leaned back against a corner post, folding his arms. "Have you always spoken Italiano?"
Desmond scoffed. "Of course I have!" He said, gesturing furiously. "Why wouldn't I speak my own-"
Oh.
Desmond slumped back down into the corner. He began wringing his hands again. His hands. Then why didn't they feel like his?
Ezio knelt down in front of Desmond, and lifted his face towards the dim light. "You look tired, Desmond. When is the last time you really slept?"
"I dunno. . ." Desmond shook his head, then gave a weak chuckle. "What year is it?"
"Not the answer I was looking for." Ezio's hand still rested on Desmond's cheek, his thumb gently stroking the other man's chin. Ezio lingered, seemingly lost in his thoughts. "Exhaustion can do funny things to a man."
"But don't fret, mi amore." Ezio lowered his hand, now playfully tapping Desmond's chest. "I know where to find the very best beds in this city!" And with this, Ezio rose, and doing a triumphant turn thrust open a curtain.
"I can't say I'm surprised," Desmond responded, and reached his hand up. Ezio in turn clasped Desmond's forearm, and pulled him to his feet, the two colliding slightly.
Ezio again held open the curtain, and with an overly dramatic bow held out his hand and said, "After you."
Desmond rolled his eyes. "Such a gentleman." He took Ezio's and climbed over the low wall. Ezio climbed out after, and they made their way back down to the streets.
Ezio led the way, making idle conversation as they went. "Now, normally, I would be going to La Rosa Colta, but if the intention is to actually sleep, there is a lovely inn a little further to the east, where. . ."
Desmond couldn't stay focused on what Ezio was saying. The streets were too busy; too many faces and voices. They all blurred together, taking on shapes that were old and familiar. He would have sworn that he caught a glimpse of Lucy. Or that he saw Rebecca sitting on a bench. Had Shaun just called his name? He turned around to look, but all of these people were strangers. His friends were not to be found here.
Someone grabbed his arm, and he flinched.
"You're lucky I didn't wander off without you." Ezio started to scowl at Desmond, but abandoned it quickly, instead examining Desmond's arm. "I. . . didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No! No, 'course not." Desmond pulled away, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I just. . . I'm feeling pretty out of it. That's all." He pleaded to whatever powers may be that if his eyes were wet, Ezio wouldn't notice.
"Well, I would hate to lose you in this crowd," Ezio said, taking Desmond's hand.
Desmond wished he could feel it, could take comfort in the sensation of Ezio's fingers wrapped around his own, but his charred skin had lost all feeling. As they walked through the busy streets, Desmond couldn't help but feel disconnected from this world. As though he wasn't really a part of it, or wasn't even really here. Some piece of him was grateful for the anchor to Ezio, leading the way through this unrelenting sea of people, but he couldn't help but feel that the noticeable numbness was just making this sense of unbelonging worse.
Ezio could apparently sense Desmond's unease. "We're getting close now. I promise."
Sure enough, after turning another corner they approached a modest inn. It was a tall building, with green banners and curtains to distinguish it from the other houses lined alongside. They entered into a lobby filled with chairs and benches which had a staircase to one side. On the other side sat an older woman at a desk, with several keys hanging on the wall behind her. She was presently checking in another traveler.
"You go ahead upstairs." Ezio released Desmond's hand, and patted him on the shoulder. "I will get us sorted with a solitary accommodation."
Desmond nodded, and proceeded up the staircase, which creaked under his feet. His head ached, and his legs ached, and he stopped after the first flight of stairs to lean against the wall. This floor had just a few large rooms, which would hold several beds, each with the understanding that many travelers would share. The private rooms were likely up another level. "Great," Desmond muttered under his breath. "More stairs." He continued climbing.
Fortunately, the staircase ended at the third floor, which had a winding hallway through many small rooms. Desmond breathed a sigh of relief, and walked a little ways down the hall. Out of curiosity, he tested one of the knobs, but it was locked. It was quiet up here, at least. Desmond slumped down against the door, halfway considering dozing off.
"Well, you took your time getting here."
Desmond jumped up, blinking his eyes. In front of him stood a young woman wearing a blue brocade dress. She was toying with her glittering necklace. Desmond finally realized she was talking to him. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
She put her hands on her hips. "Oh, don't go getting coy now! Haven't I waited long enough already?" She reached out and rubbed her thumb along Desmond'shirt collar.
He looked at her in perplexement, and then drew away, realization dawning on him. "Oh. I get it. Look, ma'am, you've got me mistaken for someone else. And besides that, you aren't real. So maybe you could just. . . save us both some time and vanish? Or whatever?"
"I've been dreaming of this night for so long. . ." The woman crooned, drawing closer. Apparently, his words had no effect on. . . her? It?
He drew back again, this time anger and frustration welling up inside of him. "You know what? I have had enough of all of this! I am telling you, here and now, to LEAVE ME THE FU-"
"Desmond?" Ezio came jogging up the stairs, key in hand. "Who are you shouting at?"
Desmond threw his hands in the air. "NOBODY! Nobody at all! After all, who else would I talk to, if not some figment of my imagination!?"
Ezio reached the top step, and started searching for their door. "Well, you might have an easier time of it talking to me."
Desmond huffed. "Well, I also might have an easier time of it if you hadn't slept with half the women in Firenze!"
Desmond glared at Ezio, who, for his part, looked very lost and confused. Desmond took a deep breath, and buried his face in his hands. "You have no idea what I'm talking about. I have no idea what I'm talking about. Forget I said anything."
Ezio nodded. "You aren't feeling well. I will not hold it against you." Ezio started leading Desmond down the hall, looking for their room. "I remember once when I was young, I fell ill. I had a fever, and was lying in bed. And when Federico came in to check on me, I threw every. . . colorful word I knew at him. He simply nodded and left, and then returned a few minutes later with a hot cup of milk."
He chuckled fondly to himself. "Unfortunately, my mother overheard our one-sided conversation. I love her immensely, but the woman seldom forgives. And I swear to you, she never forgets."
By now they had found their door, which Ezio unlocked and entered. It was a little tight, but it had a bed and bedside table, and a window, and a small chest of drawers with an unlit candle on top.
Ezio crossed the room and closed the curtains. He looked back at Desmond, who had dragged himself up onto the bed and buried his head under a pillow. "Are you not even going to take off your shoes?"
"Mmfph" said the pillow.
"Va bene." Ezio flopped onto the bed next to Desmond, and the two laid there in silence.
. . . . .
"I'm sorry, I cannot do this." Ezio bolted upright and shifted to the foot of the bed, where he began unlacing his boots.
Desmond pulled his head out from under the pillow. "Weeeaak," he jeered.
"My mother may have raised an idiota, but she did not raise a slob." Once Ezio had removed everything but his pants and undershirt, he laid back down on the bed and sighed. "Much better."
Desmond gave him a sleepy smile, but then turned his attention to staring intently at the window. He shook his head and nestled back into the pillow, only to lift his head to peer at the window again a few minutes later.
Ezio rolled over to face him. "Desmond? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I just. . ." Desmond sighed. "Ezio, you would tell me if you heard something, right?
"Of course, if it seemed important. Why do you ask?"
"It's nothing, really. I just keep thinking I hear sirens."
"Sirens?" Ezio propped himself up on his elbows, and then placed a hand on either side of Desmond, leaning over him. Ezio's hair had come undone, and his shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, his collarbones and chest hair peeking out from underneath. Desmond gulped. "Desmond, I am right here. Why would you go to some. . ." Ezio's face scrunched with revulsion, "fish-women for sex?"
Desmond blinked. He blinked again, and then rubbed his eyes. "I think we're talking about two very different things."
"Oh." Ezio's ears turned slightly pink, and he sat back on his legs. "What did you mean by sirens, then?"
"Sirens, are. . ." Desmond trailed off, rubbing his temple. "It's kinda like an alarm, but strapped to a carriage?"
"I see." Ezio laid back down on the bed. "If an alarm is raised, I will make sure you are aware. But I truly do not believe there to be reason for concern." Ezio turned to face Desmond again. "I only hope that resting will do you some good. I fear I don't know any other way to help."
"Ezio, you've helped more than enough already. Hell, I might still be running from imaginary guards if it hadn't been for you." Desmond shut his eyes firmly, and took a deep breath. "I. . . I can't hardly tell what's real anymore." Desmond didn't say he was afraid, but he figured his voice had betrayed that already.
"Perhaps you can still find comfort in what you know for fact." Ezio reached over, taking Desmond's blackened hand in his own. "Perhaps you can find comfort with me."
Desmond stared at their hands. "Yeah. . . I guess. . ."
"You guess? You mean, you guess I'm real?"
"That isn't what I meant -"
"No, no. Come here." Ezio wrapped his arms around Desmond, and pulled him close so Desmond's head was now laying on Ezio's chest. "You are safe, Desmond. And you are not alone. So please, try to get some sleep."
Desmond laid there, in the still silence. He listened to Ezio's heartbeat, and felt the weight of Ezio's arms around him. He was grateful for the quiet and warmth. But sleep could not come quickly enough, and silence can also bring worry. Did I offend him? After all, how would I feel if someone else implied I might not exist? Will he resent me for all this?
Desmond's anxiety spiral was interrupted by a new sound. An intermittent low rumbling. He groggily lifted his head to look for its source, before realizing it was in perfect sync with the rise and fall of Ezio's chest.
He's snoring.
Desmond let out a deep sigh, laid his head back down, and closed his eyes. He allowed himself to sink into Ezio's warm, sleepy embrace. And for the first time in what felt like centuries, Desmond slept soundly.
#assassin's creed#heavy bleed effect au#assassin's creed 2#fanfic#ezio auditore#desmond miles#it took me WAY too long to write this#I've worked on this for several days (/nights) so hopefully its coherent#but i did it! and i enjoyed it! and i didnt give up like i do with ~80% of the new things i try!#the italics button hates me with a passion#you can rip my excessive commas from my cold dead hands#no YOURE posting at 4 a.m. shut up
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Shot From Above (Simon Riley X Fem Reader)
A/N: Hey everyone! I wrote this one as a longer piece, I might post a part two or the other half might just end up as a whole separate work, because it could be. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Summary: You and Ghost are on the tail end of a convoy and get shot from above by helicopter. Forcing you and Ghost to get a little closer. Super fluffy aside from descriptions of gun fighting.
Warnings: Descriptions of being shot at, Car roll over, Explosions, Swearing
Word Count: 2.6K
"Ghost, we got birds!" you said to the man sitting passenger to you.
"I see that Birdie, weird being on the other side?" he asked calmly as you drove, avoiding RPG shots as you went.
"Yeah, it fucking sucks" you replied, still keeping your eyes on the road and bird.
You were known to be on one of the best helicopter support teams, so being at the receiving end of chopper fire was new to you.
"Can you get a shot on it?" you asked annoyed that he hadn't even looked out to see it better.
"No, my rounds won't make it that high and still damage enough."
Your mind was reeling, you needed to feel in control of something, everything was up in the air, and you were narrowly avoiding the shots at this point.
"Fuck okay, when they get in range, the tail is your best shot, it might spiral out of control with enough rounds." you said, feeling your anxiety grab you tighter.
"When did you start out-ranking me?" Ghost asked with only a small bit of anger in his voice.
"Um . . I don't sir"
"Then you don't tell me where to put my bullets do you"
"No sir, sorry sir, won't happen again" you said, through a voice crack.
"Don't be sorry, do better." He said coldly.
"Yes sir."
The rockets were getting closer and closer, and you were running out of road and ideas, but the silence that fell in the cab made it a little easier. That was until you miss calculated when you needed to punch it to get out of range. It was a simple mistake that anyone could have made, but it was enough to put you in some deep shit.
In a flash the front of your truck was hit, forcing you to go straight into a series of rolls. You ended up somewhere off the road, mind fuzzy and vision blurry you moved to unbuckle yourself quickly. Noticing that you were the only one in the car. Once you fell to the roof of the vehicle you knew you only had moments to kick out the glass and run for your life. But fuck did it hurt to move, you were banged up pretty bad.
Moving yourself, screaming as you kicked as hard as possible against the glass. It broke the first try, and before you could crawl out, a strong hand was pulling you out by your leg. Ghost had obviously fared better, being able to pull you up in a flash.
"Tree cover" he half yelled, forcing both of you into an all-out sprint.
Not five seconds after you made it away from the truck it exploded, almost pushing you to the ground. Still hearing shots from above, you weren't sure if they would follow you or go after the rest of your convoy. You hoped that you toyed with the Helo long enough for everyone to split up and find their own ways back to base.
"You good?" Ghost asked, breaking the silence before slowing down to a jog for your sake.
"Yeah" you said, breathlessly, thankful he slowed down a bit.
"Your bleeding" he commented, seeing a pretty nasty looking cut on your head.
"Yeah" you responded.
He caught how distant you were with the response, so instead Ghost changed the subject.
"Safe house is three miles out, keep up" he said.
"Sure thing L.T." you said, as he pushed back into a run, slightly slower than before.
The majority of the run was quiet, you were focused on the pain you were feeling, trying to push through. However, at some point you spoke up to thank Ghost for saving you.
"Thank you for getting me out, and not just leaving me in the truck" you said, breathily.
Ghost didn't respond with more than a nod in your direction. He heard you.
You weren't more than five minutes out from Ghost's safe house, but you were getting tired, and the pain was still draining you piece by piece. Eventually though you came to a small one-story building in a big clearing on a hill. It was a nice little place, with great advantage points in case of ambush.
"We stay here for the night," Ghost said, hoping through a window.
This time it was your turn not to respond, just following him into the building.
"Since you'll be up taking care of that nasty thing, why don't you take first watch." he said, dropping some of his gear in a room he seemed to claim.
"Yes sir" you stated, annoyed at him, he must be punishing you at this point.
"I'll be sleeping, wake me when you get too tired." he said, hating how silent you were.
Dropping some of your stuff you went to get a med kit and a mirror. Settling in a room with two windows that looked different ways you got comfortable. Taking a moment to take care of yourself you held the mirror up and saw how bad it looked. It was large, but not as deep as it could be. Didn't need stitches, Ghost wouldn't have made you run if it was that serious. So, you cleaned up the dried blood from your face before bandaging it for a little so it could start healing.
You were determined to have the bandage off before you went back, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. But for now, you would keep it as clean as possible. When you were done, and the med pack was put back together you finally settled in for a long night of being hard on yourself.
Being a naturally anxious person made quiet nights like this hell, having just got in trouble in the past few hours. You escaped into your mind, trying to figure out how to be better as Ghost suggested. Though it might be extreme to some you decided the best way to stop today's event from repeating was to start being quieter. The messed-up logic being that if you don't speak as much you won't accidentally order your superiors around.
You also figured it best to stay on watch for as long as possible, not wanting to meet a cranky Ghost. So, the night fell, and you watched. At some point you saw it getting lighter out, realizing it was daytime you lost any hope of getting sleep. Watching the horizon, you failed to notice the massive, but quiet Ghost behind you.
"It's morning, why didn't you wake me?" he asked, with an edge to his tone.
"I never got that tired." you lied, barely keeping a yawn in.
"Don't lie to me" he warned, stepping closer, now only a little more than a foot separating the two of you.
You didn't respond.
"Jesus Christ Y/N I am not punishing you, fucking nine hours on watch is too much when there are two of us. We talked about this not even a month ago, four-hour shifts and you wake me up." He stated, anger radiating off his body, but it didn't seem to be directed all at you.
"What do you want me to do then" you asked, looking for some way to fix the mess you were in.
"Go sleep" He ordered.
"Yes sir," you said, gathering your shit and leaving the room.
It didn't take a genius to see how tired you really were, beating yourself up in your mind all night. Finding the bed Ghost had slept in you collapsed and fell asleep in seconds. Not even bothering with the blankets. But it didn't matter because you were so deep in sleep that a bomb could have gone off and you would have slept through it.
Regardless of how tired you were, waking up in a place that you weren't supposed to be scary. Opening your eyes in a flash, and frantically looking around. Seeing Ghost driving the truck you were in, you relaxed a little.
"Where are we?" you asked in a scratchy voice.
"Back road, thirty minutes from base" Ghost replied, in a calm tone.
"How long was I out?"
"Only six hours, but I was trying not to wake you." he said, sparing you a few looks.
"Why not just wake me up? Be easier than carrying dead weight." you said, starting to feel more awake with a stretch.
"You needed rest." Ghost said, but secretly he knew something you didn't know about your sleeping habits.
When he picked you up to put you in the vehicle, you weren't dead weight, you were very clingy weight. Almost immediately wrapping your arms around his neck, not wanting to let go even after you were finally buckled in. But he wouldn't tell you, locking that memory in a vault for him to enjoy.
Nodding in response, but not liking the answer you tried to change the subject.
"So, what's happening?" you questioned.
"Managed to get in contact with Price, they secured what they needed and not casualties on our side. He was relieved to hear we were well though." Ghost responded.
"Ok, good to know."
The air went dead, neither one of you willing to break to silence. You were still trying to stay quiet, so you started picking at your nail beds.
"What, no comments to make over there?" Ghost finally managed after a few minutes.
"About what?" you asked, noting that Ghost saw you were acting differently.
"Anything, the weather, asking what we are doing next, fuck even something about how my mask is pointless from an optical perspective. Just something, you're always chatty." He said, frustrated because he wanted to hear your lighthearted voice ring through the truck.
"What if I just don't want to talk?" you asked, looking over, meeting his eyes for only a moment.
"You're making a bad habit of lying to me when it comes to you."
"I'm not lying" you bit back, starting to get snappy.
"Then what is your reason?" he pushed, not backing away from a little bark.
Looking through the window you quieted down and managed a response, but not one you wanted to give.
". . .My mouth makes me a liability, it can get me in trouble, and it did. I'm not exactly ready to go looking for more issues."
"That's what this is about? Seriously?" Ghost asked, almost sounding relieved that it wasn't something worse.
"Yeah" you said, feeling small because of his reaction.
"I was reminding you of your place, not telling you to shut up."
"You're still my superior sir, I shouldn't run my mouth, it's disrespectful." you tried to defend. Knowing full well it was a terrible defense at best.
" You know damn well that's bullshit. We are on a team; I need everyone at one hundred percent. I know for a fact when you aren't talking, you're mentally tearing yourself apart. That can't happen in the field." Ghost explained.
"How . . . Soap that mother fucker" you said, hearing your own words against you. Only telling Soap that when you're quiet you're usually not doing good on the inside.
"Don't blame him, I would have gotten that information eventually."
"Why do you even care?" you asked, managing to look back over at your L.T.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" he asked, giving you another glance.
"No, you need me at the top of my game in the field."
"There you go" he said, almost in a protective tone like a father might say it to his kids.
"Then what do you want to do about it?" you asked, knowing Ghost probably wouldn't go for what you actually needed.
"I'm not in your head, what do you need?"
"Ghost, I can't ask those things of you" you said, looking to your lap.
"Do I have to order you?" he asked with a firmer tone.
"You really want to know?"
"Jesus, just spit it out."
"Pull over" you said, knowing it was pushing an order.
Ghost just nodded and did as you asked. Now stopped he gave you his full attention. Taking a deep breath, you told him.
"I need to hear you say that you don't hate me . . . and a hug."
You met his gaze and saw something in his eyes, some sort of understanding, and not a single ounce of rejection. Even still you felt the need to walk back your words.
"I can go to Soap if you don't want to," you said.
"No, it wouldn't mean as much from him."
Only managing to hum in agreement with the man. Looking back to his eyes he spoke.
"Y/N, I do not hate you . . . I actually quite enjoy your company." Ghost spoke, letting the British slip through a little more than usual.
His words caused tears to well in your eyes, never spilling over, but noticeably there.
"Thank you"
"Now get out of this vehicle and come get your hug." he said with warm eyes.
Practically jumping out of the truck you ran over to Ghost's side, where he stood, towering over you. Not even waiting for a confirmation that you could touch him, you leaped up, giving him a koala hug. Ghost was shocked but he had found his hands under your butt as you clung to him.
"Ok there, you Koala we need to get back on the road" Ghost teased, before letting you drop back to the ground.
"Yes sir!" you responded suddenly feeling so many different emotions.
Back on your game, you leaped into the truck with a smile on your face.
"Feeling better?" he asked after you were driving again.
"Much, thanks again Ghost."
"You know you can come to me, right? It doesn't just have to be Soap" he said, glancing in your direction again.
Ghost was watching you, he didn't usually keep looking over. Normally he would just drive, but you could see that something was different. So, when you responded you tried to match the weird vibe, he was giving off.
"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind . . . you know the mask isn't a bad thing, even if it isn't practical."
Taking a moment to let your words sink in a little, Ghost responded.
"You never wonder what's under it?"
"I never said that, but I figure it has to do with your issues, just like I have mine. Regardless, it's still a version of you . . . I still get to know a piece of you." you finished off quieter than you started, but Ghost heard you.
"That's a nice way to think of it," he said, soothingly.
You hummed in agreement and turned to the window, looking out to see a sunny, cloudless sky.
"You know, the sun is nice, but the sky is much prettier with clouds." You said, not meaning for it to be deep, but Ghost held your words close to his heart.
"Sounds like a good motto for life," he said.
"I suppose it is," you agreed with a smile.
The rest of the drive back to base was quiet aside from your little comments. It was nice, for both of you. So, when the base finally came into view you couldn't help but be a little sad you won't be able to spend more time with the man.
Sadly, you couldn't stop time, so you climbed out of the truck and greeted the rest of the team with a smile. Ghost seemed to disappear the second you didn't have an eye on him. Probably off to his room. But that was ok, you were happy with the small moment you shared in the privacy of that vehicle. Only hoping you would have the chance to see more of him in the future.
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