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galesleftearring · 6 months

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Bloodlust

Astarion x Reader originally written for @infernalenginesheart 's tiefling tav Odile.

Warnings: dom reader, sub Astarion. AFAB reader, no pronouns or names used. Cunnilingus, period sex, he's a vampire so there's blood, orgasm denial, gag, underwear as sex toy, I think that's basically everything.

The first time you walked into Astarion's tent after the rest of the camp had retreated into their own, it was almost more of a surprise to you than it was to him. You had known he was teasing you, watching you to see how you would respond, all day. He hadn't fed from you in a few evenings and you could tell he was getting restless, hungry for you, but enjoying the game too much to press his luck. It almost seemed he was waiting for you to capture him, not the fierce predator one might expect a vampire to be. You assumed he could smell the blood when you walked back from your morning wash in the creek, though you had thoroughly cleaned yourself. Your menstrual cycle would not be stopped by the stress of the road and your long journey, the fear of wondering what was to come. Would you make it out alive? You pushed those thoughts from your mind and focused on Astarion's wicked eyes at dinner that night. He has seemed to both plead and challenge you with each glance. Let me taste you. If you dare. I won't get carried away this time, I promise.

You enjoyed making him wait. The uncertainty, you were sure, would drive him wild. And that was exactly what you wanted - Astarion wild, lapping at your folds, desperate to taste the ruby drip staining your underwear. So you found yourself at the entrance flap of his tent, about to cross the threshold into the vampire's private chambers. He was sitting in the corner, up against a crimson cushion, disrobed but for his shirt. Its hem was just short enough that you could tell he was not wearing his underwear, but long enough that you could not see more than the outline of his soft cock. In his hands was a dagger, which he was polishing with a rag. Astarion looked up from his task as if he had been expecting you. He dipped his head in greeting, nostrils flaring slightly. "What brings you to my humble abode?"

Wordlessly, you pulled the cord from your shirt and let it fall open. "My my," Astarion breathed, a smile playing at the edges of his lips, his eyes lingering on your soft breasts, supple curves coming to pinpricks of arousal already hardening in the night air. "I had hoped tonight would be our night darling. You should have heard the noises coming from the wizard's tent last night. Your friend certainly seems to have had an excellent night, judging by the way she was calling his name until the wee hours. It's about time we had our turn." You hadn't come here to talk about your companions' budding romance, and you hadn't come here to listen to Astarion run his mouth either. You had other ideas for his lips, other sounds you wanted to draw from him.

"I'm glad you're already on your knees," you smiled at him, "that will save me time."

His eyes widened, and a mischievous grin bared his glistening fangs to you. You thought you saw something twitch under his hem. This was more than enough confirmation to you that your advances were more than welcome, and you slipped out of your pants with more eagerness than ease. Pulling your shirt over your head, you stepped closer to him, wearing nothing but your underwear. You could feel that they were starting to dampen with more than just your monthly bleeding. Astarion placed the dagger on the ground, not breaking eye contact with you. You could see your own dark eyes reflected back at you, infernal fire blazing. You closed the distance between the pale elf and your aching core. He looked up at you from under soft lashes, suddenly pliant and needy. The smell of your blood had him on edge already, you could tell, and the shirt was now doing little to hide his erection. Guiding your fingers through his white curls, you found a grip and pulled back, snapping his chin up toward you. He gasped, eyes glazing over slightly. "Eat," you commanded, shoving his face into your undergarment. He shuddered with pleasure, then pulled the last layer of separation from your skin to the ground.

Inhaling deeply, he shut his eyes and began to lap at the slit between your thighs, his tongue hungrily searching for every drop of wetness. It wasn't enough. You pushed his face deeper into you, smothering a small cry that had escaped his lips. "Do you want to feed from me or not?" you demanded, the power of having a vampire desperately clinging to you almost as erotic as the movements of his starving tongue within your folds. He groaned, the sound muffled, and as if in response to your question flicked his tongue inside of you.

You gasped despite yourself, grinding into him, seeking friction while he drank from your core. You were no stranger to sexual games, but none like this - no vampires in your past bedpost notches, nobody so hungry for your cunt. You felt his concentration shift, less of a physical sensation than a mental one, and realized he was frantically tugging at himself, his fist balled around his long, slender cock. Your hands still in his hair, you pulled him roughly from your lips. "Did I fucking tell you you could touch yourself?" you growled. "Was I not clear when I told you to eat?"

Somewhat dazed, he looked up at you. "I hardly see how my hands make a difference to you," he pouted, "and besides, most partners enjoy the pleasure of the other party."

Before you could think better of it, you pulled your hands from his hair and grabbed him by his blood smeared chin. Shaking his head slightly, you bent to be inches from his face. "Lie down," you ordered.

All the fight left his eyes, replaced with desire. "Yes," he mumbled, lying back onto the cushion he had been resting on moments before you came in. Holding his hands above his head with one of your own, you lowered yourself to his waiting mouth and sat as though it was your throne. Astarion began to lick and suck at your clit, seemingly spurred on when you dug your nails into his wrists. You could feel him moan against you, the humming buzz of the sound vibrating against your sensitive nerves, and you moaned back. His tongue began circling faster, and you felt the pressure mounting in your stomach. Orgasm was close at hand.

Astarion's teeth gently scraped at your clit, careful not to bite down. This small pressure was enough to send you over the edge, your hips rutting against his mouth as you rode out your orgasm. "Fuck, oh yes, that's it, fuck, good boy, fuck" you panted, only half aware of what you were saying as you came down from the high and pulled off of him, still holding his hands firmly in place. You looked down to assess the situation: Astarion was staring at you, eyes glazed with submission and lust, chin coated in your cum and blood and his own saliva. His cock was dripping slightly, precum beginning to stain the stomach of his white shirt.

You decided to take mercy on him. Spitting into your palm, you wrapped one hand around his member, the other still holding his hands firmly in place. He inhaled sharply at the touch, eyes widening as your pace quickly sped. You were able to finish him quickly like this, his back arching with his cries as he spilled onto his chest. Panting, he came to with a moan so loud you knew the rest of camp would have heard him had they been awake.

You praised him again, but your hand was still around his twitching, sensitive cock. You weren't done. And, given how hard he still was, it seemed he wasn't either. You picked your underwear up off the ground beside you and stuffed it into his mouth to muffle his cries as you straddled him, finally releasing your grasp on his wrists. He bucked his hips involuntarily as you lowered yourself, the head of his cock barely grazing your entrance. "Do you want it?" you teased, "do you want to feel yourself buried inside me?" He nodded, eyes wide. "That's good," you continued, "because that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to fuck myself on you until I'm coming again, do you understand me? I'm going to use you until I'm satisfied and then, and only then, are you allowed to cum again." You pushed yourself down onto his full length with these words and watched his eyes roll back as you began to ride him, fucking him roughly and hard, your pace faster and faster. With one hand you began to play with your clit, and with the other you pulled his hands up to cup your breasts. His fingers slid over the buds of your nipples and pinched, the pain surprising but not unpleasant. Looking at him like that, eyes wide, drool starting to pool at the corner of his mouth - how slutty he looked in his post orgasm glow and still flushed with arousal, your underwear in his mouth muffling the moans he let slip with every drop of your hips, you felt the snap in your core and let your cunt spasm around him as you came again.

He was whimpering now, barely holding it together, but it seemed that he had obeyed your order and not cum. You debated for a moment if you were going to keep riding, let him finish - you had a protection charm, so there was no worry of unwanted consequences if he filled you, but you decided you preferred him like this. Better not to give him too much of what he wants. You stood up, the sudden loss of friction making him look at you desperately, greedily.

"Sorry Astarion, did I not make myself clear? You don't get to cum again tonight." You laughed, picked up your clothes, and left him lying there, cock throbbing, your underwear still in his mouth.

A souvenir. You'd have to come back for them tomorrow night.

#bg3 #bg3 smut #Astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #mine #odile #baldur's gate #baldur's gate fanfiction

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rae-writes · 4 years

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HxH headcanons

Feitan Portor x reader, Hisoka Morow x reader, Illumi Zoldyck x reader, Kite x reader

prompt : “You’re Perfect”

word count : 1.k

warnings : implied smut, I guess? How your imagination continues the headcanons is up to you-

Part 2 here

Feitan Portor

Feitan was a quiet, distant type of lover

Quality time together meant sitting beside each other in silence, just doing your own things

Which is what you were currently doing

He had just come from a mission, he had a split, bloody lip and his bandanna wasn’t covering his face for once

So naturally, you were staring

Honestly how could you not

But your sometimes frustratingly blunt boyfriend interrupted your gazing with a “Stop staring.”

You blinked, tilting your head, “why?”

Feitan scoffed, narrowing his eyes at you, “there’s nothing special to stare at so stop.”

The words came out of your mouth almost immediately, “Yes there is. You’re perfect.”

His eyes widened and he just stared at you with a type of disbelief that felt...sad

“You’ve never treated me wrong despite everyone calling you a monster. The way you subtly grab onto me when we’re in public never fails to make my heart race. You’re usually really quiet, so it’s special to me when you open up and talk to me a lot when we're in private. All of my friends tell me I’m crazy for loving you and that I should leave before you hurt me but I know you would never do something like that. I wouldn’t have my life any other way; I truly can’t live without you Feitan. You’re just...perfect for me.”

Standing up, you made your way to him with a smile

The shock on his face didn’t disappear as he looked away from you with a baby pink color coated on his cheeks

You grabbed his bandanna, preventing him from covering his face, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek

Feitan’s eyes found yours for a few seconds before he was picking you up, bringing you to the small bed in your shared “room”

He was oddly quick to settle down and cuddle you close. Feitan didn’t say a word, but you could feel a genuine smile resting against your neck

The smile was soon replaced by open mouthed kisses trailing up your neck

When he finally reached your face, despite the smile being gone, you could clearly see the joy in his eyes

You leaned up, giving him a tender kiss in return but that didn’t seem to be enough for Feitan’s excited state

He spoke to you in his native tongue, and while you didn’t understand what he was saying, the sound was still alluring

Feitan leaned in once again, this time only brushing his lips against yours. If this was a game he wanted to play, who were you to deny your ecstatic boyfriend?

Hisoka Morow

Hisoka was unabashedly getting dried off and dressed right in front of you

So you unabashedly took the opportunity to stare at him the entire time

You could practically hear the smirk on his face without even having to look at it

“And just what might you be staring at darling?”

“You.”

The chuckle that echoed through the apartment sent shivers down your spine

“And why’s that?”

“Because you’re perfect.”

Hisoka just kind of froze, his eyes widening for just a fraction of a second before the smirk reappeared on his face, although this time it didn’t reach his eyes

“Oh? You think I’m perfect do you?”

You hummed, going along with his little game

“Yes. Some think your bloodlust is really off putting but I think it’s pretty hot, especially when it’s directed at someone who tried to fuck with me. There’s this certain look and tone that’s only reserved for me and I am certainly happy to be on the receiving end of them. You’d probably deny it, had I ever brought it up, but sometimes when we’re just laying next to each other, you start humming a melody with a really soft smile on your face which makes my heart explode every time. You’re absolutely perfect.”

You had a tiny smirk on your face when you finished because of the look he had taken on

Hisoka’s usually narrowed eyes were wide, pupils completely dilated. His cheeks were dusted with a dark red and his mouth was slightly parted

He slowly stalked forward, only half naked, and picked you up by your thighs

Soon you found yourself resting against the nearest wall with Hisoka’s mouth attached to your neck

A breathy laugh escaped you, your hand coming up to card through his hair

Illumi Zoldyck

Being with the eldest Zoldyck son was...challenging to say the least

Of course, you understood that he was definitely unhinged and unaffectionate because of his upbringing but sometimes it made you want to rip your hair out

So you two were sitting on opposite ends of your couch, having just been in an argument

Although it’s more like “argument” considering Illumi will just stand there, emotionless in both look and tone when you’re trying to be serious and express your feelings

And naturally, that hurt a bit (a lot)

You’d never tell him but sometimes you felt like you were the only one in the relationship and that he didn’t actually care about you

So while you were sitting in silence trying to calm down, your eyes wandered over to the man you loved

You always thought Illumi was the prettiest thing you’d ever laid eyes on

“You’re staring.”

You made a small noise of confirmation and just continued to look over his features

He reached over, grabbing you and pulling you to his side

The assassin’s mouth parted to speak, but before he could get the monotonous words out you spoke up-

“You know you’re perfect, right ‘Lumi?”

He blinked, visibly perplexed at your quiet exclamation

“Despite how you were raised you somehow started caring for someone as useless as me. Whether what you feel is really love or...something else, I never really get tired of you being in my life. I don’t care that on most days, I have to wake up at an ungodly hour just to see you before you leave. It also doesn’t matter that you're gone for days to weeks on end as long as you come back to me. You’re all I have and I think you’re just...perfect. Exactly the way you are.”

You couldn’t see his expression cause your face was now hidden in his chest but you could hear the way his heartbeat quickened and how the grip he had on you tightened

It was quiet for a while before Illumi’s soothing, quiet voice filled the room, “I love you.”

You couldn’t fight the smile that stretched across your face as you shyly looked up at your boyfriend

His hand reached out to caress your jaw and the other shifted you atop his lap

“I promise I’ll start showing you more frequently.”

Those words rocked you to your core. He was gonna try to go out of his comfort zone just for you?

“Illumi…” his name was a breathless whisper as he leaned in to capture the sound with his lips

Kite

Kite was, to put it simply, not one for a lot of fun

While he wasn’t exactly stoic, he did take his work very seriously and didn’t care too much for horsing around

However, by some miracle, you got him to go swim in a nearby lake with you

And Kite actually let loose. He was laughing and splashing the water around with you- even playing Marco Polo much to your delight (although he kept winning every single time)

After a couple hours you two were just floating about, having small chit chat

When you finally stood up and let your feet touch the bottom, you were met with a serene sight

Kite was floating on his back, long white hair sprawled out in the water like wings. His face was relaxed and dare you say angelic

“Hey Kite?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re perfect.”

Those simple words made Kite lose his relaxed posture, standing up abruptly and staring at you with a slight blush

“Eh?”

You laughed, swimming closer to him, “I said you’re perfect.”

“I know what you said I mean why would you say that”

You could sit and laugh for hours at the look on his face but instead you cradled the sides of his face in your hands

“Because. I’ve always thought you were admirable, you know, not just anyone can come from where you did and get the chance to say they’re truly happy. Plus, I get the honor to be the one trusted with your heart. You really do amaze me Kite, whether it be your looks, your brain, or your personality, you never cease to amaze me. And I thought it was finally time I let you in on all those secrets of mine. So yeah...you’re perfect to me.”

You’ve always lived for vulnerable moments with Kite but this...this would be the most cherished one.

He was looking at you with such a soft look in his eyes, tears were even starting to form

Wiping them away, you smiled. “Kite?”

“I love you.” Those words were spoken with a breathless tone and maybe even a hint of desperation

“I love you I love you I love you-“ his kiss was definitely desperate, but in a meaningful way. The needy grabbing of his calloused hands almost sent you into a frenzy

You pushed him back slightly to look into his hazel eyes, which were filled to the brim with all different kinds of love

Your breaths mingled together from the close proximity and you wanted nothing more than to show him all of your love. “I love you too.”

#hxh headcanons #hxh x reader #hxh #illumi x reader #feitan x reader #feitan portor #illumi zoldyck #hisoka x reader #hisoka morow #kite x reader #kite hxh #hunterxhunter headcannons #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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The Song of Death

FIRST LAST LIFE WRITING!!! god this first session has inspired me SO much and i can't wait to see where this all goes!

...

The red writing is imprinted in his brain. Just two words, changing the objective and potentially the outcome of his first day here. And maybe even his entire game.

Finally, Etho breaks the silence: “You’re not the boogeyman, right?”

Bdubs shakes his head, keeping his voice steady. “No, no I’m not. Are you?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

“Unfortunately?”

Etho shrugs. “I dunno, it would’ve been cool to be able to just go ham right away and murder a person, but maybe it’s better like this. I mean…” He takes a slightly nervous step back. “If you WERE the boogeyman, you wouldn’t kill me right here, would you?”

“Why not?” Bdubs’s eyes flash briefly. “All alliances are off when you’re the boogeyman. And we’re not even allies.”

“We’re not?” asks Etho.

“Well, not yet. Do you wanna be allies?”

Etho thinks about this for a second. “Depends if you’re gonna kill me whether we are or not. I can take you murdering me but not betrayal. Not this early.”

Bdubs clears his throat. “Well, I’m not the boogeyman. So sure, I’ll make this alliance.”

“Really?” Etho says in mild surprise.

“Yeah. I like you. We can help each other survive the early game.”

“Huh. Okay, then! Guess you’re stuck with me forever.”

Bdubs snorts as he starts to mine further down the hole they’re in. “Forever?! I honestly doubt I’ll last twenty minutes with you.”

“Like I’m the annoying one in this partnership, Mr Five-Eight,” snickers Etho.

Sure enough, he gets the reaction he expected in a choked squawk from his close friend. “I’m five-TEN!”

“Uh huh.”

…

“Hey look, there’s Grian!” Bdubs beckons Etho over towards the enchanting table set up at spawn. “Grian!”

Etho follows Bdubs over to the table, where Grian is just pulling his enchanted boots back on.

“Hey, guys,” he says, his muscles tensing slightly. “You two aren’t the boogeyman, right?”

“I’m very sure Bdubs is not,” replies Etho confidently. “We’ve been caving together for about an hour and a half, most of it alone. He would’ve had no reason not to kill me.”

“I can say the same about Etho,” Bdubs adds.

Grian visibly relaxes. “Good.”

He takes off his chestplate and starts to enchant it.

“Hey Etho, you got the record?” asks Bdubs pointedly, setting down the jukebox.

Etho nods and slips the record into the box, causing the haunting song to start playing.

“What is that?” Grian snickers.

Bdubs crouches ominously. “This is the song of death.”

“Yeah, when you hear this song, it means somebody’s about to die,” jokes Etho.

Grian laughs. “Oh PLEASE tell me one of you is the boogeyman so you can actually do this.”

“I am.”

Etho doesn’t have time to process these two words before Bdubs charges at Grian and attacks him with his sword. Gasping, Etho hurriedly backs away, eyes wide with fear, as Bdubs continues to furiously attack Grian, who is so taken by surprise that he’s hardly able to get his shield up.

As Grian lets out a screech, Etho rushes towards Bdubs in a daze, totally unprepared for battle. The emotional part of his brain is screaming at him to do something, anything. Save Grian. Stop Bdubs. Just do someth-

Grian was slain by BdoubleO100

Adrenaline still coursing through his veins, Bdubs turns to Etho, opening his mouth to jubilantly brag about his kill.

But he stops as he registers that Etho has frozen, staring at him with terrified eyes, his body lowered slightly as if ready to bolt at any second.

“Etho?” says Bdubs hesitantly, reaching out towards him.

Etho immediately backs away a few steps, moving his shield into position to protect him. “Stay back…!”

“Etho, it’s okay!” Bdubs reassures him, quickly lowering his sword. “It’s okay, I’m cured now. I can’t kill anyone else. You’re safe, buddy.”

Etho watches him nervously. The spark of red in Bdubs’s eyes that Etho noticed when he attacked is gone now, leaving only genuine emotion. So after a moment, Etho relaxes, lowering his shield slightly. “You really were it?”

Bdubs nods. “Yup.”

“The whole time?”

“The whole time.”

As Etho pauses again, Grian reappears with all his stuff, looking more than a little disgruntled. “Tell me you didn’t know,” he snaps at Etho. “TELL ME you didn’t know he was it!”

“I didn’t!” Etho says hurriedly. “I promise, I didn’t know!”

“I didn’t tell him,” confirms Bdubs. “Etho had no part in this.”

Grian angrily turns on him. “He just stood there and let you kill me!”

“You really think he’s gonna get in the way of a boogeyman charging in for the kill?” Bdubs snaps back. “Leave Etho alone. He’s not culpable here.”

Finally, Grian huffs and turns away. “Fine. Just stay away from me.”

“Can do. C’mon, Etho.”

Etho dithers as Bdubs and Grian start walking away in opposite directions, torn between going with his ally and apologising to his friend. His former friend.

“Etho, c’mon,” Bdubs says again.

Etho quickly trots to catch up with his friend, shooting him a sideways glance. “Why didn’t you kill me, Bdubs?”

“Hmm?” Bdubs glances back at him. “What do you mean?”

“We were alone together so much. You had every opportunity to kill me. Why didn’t you, if you were the boogeyman all along?”

Bdubs is silent for a while, then he hops up onto a tree stump and gazes down at Etho with an odd expression. “Cuz we’re allies. And I want you to remember this for the future if you become the boogeyman.”

“Remember you not killing me?” Etho says with a frown. “I thought all bets are off when you’re boogeyman.”

“They are. What I’m telling you to remember is how many times I could’ve killed you but didn’t. You owe me.”

Etho blinks. “Owe you?”

“Unofficially,” clarifies Bdubs. “More like a gentleman’s debt. Just a promise that if you become boogeyman, you won’t kill me.”

After a brief hesitation, Etho scrutinises his old friend closely. “Really? That’s it?”

“Yeah. Listen, Etho; you’re one of my oldest friends. I want this alliance to go far. But I can’t fully relax around you knowing that you could kill me any time a boogeyman is assigned. Know what I mean?”

Etho doesn’t respond.

“And besides, there’s fifteen other people on the server you could go for,” Bdubs adds. “R-Right?”

Etho can hear the slightest hint of desperation creeping into Bdubs’s voice, and he realises now what this is about. Last season, Bdubs formed an alliance on the first day that carried him through until her death. He wants that again. Maybe he NEEDS it again.

And after being betrayed by Impulse last season, maybe Etho needs that too.

“Right,” he says finally. “But you won’t betray me, right? I know our alliances won’t carry through to our last life, but can we at least make a promise that we won’t kill each other immediately?”

“Why’s that, Etho?” asks Bdubs teasingly. “Don’t think you can bring yourself to kill a former ally?”

Etho hesitates. “Let’s just say… last season, I was faced with that exact situation and I froze, and it cost me my last life. I don’t want that to happen again.”

“Oh.” Bdubs falls silent for a moment, knowing exactly what Etho is referring to. “Well… okay, then. We may not be allies anymore once one of us turns red but I promise that I’ll spare you as much as possible.”

“Thanks, Bdubs. I promise the same.”

Bdubs grins at his friend and hops down from the stump. “Good. Now c’mon, let’s go make a base.”

Etho falls into step behind him. “So… was it scary?”

“Being the boogeyman? Oh yeah, it was terrifying. I kept thinking I’d turn on you at any moment, like I wouldn’t have any control over myself. And when I made the decision to kill Grian, I…” He hesitates. “I was so sweaty and nervous. So I don’t think it’s like Among Us with the whole imposter instinct to kill or being a red lifer with the bloodlust driving you on. You gotta genuinely turn on someone you care about and kill them to preserve your own existence in this world.”

“Wow.” Etho suppresses a shiver. “That’s brutal.”

Bdubs nods slowly, recalling the horror he experienced when his sword sliced through his friend. How Etho and Grian had both looked at him with pure fear after he did it. The guilt gnawing at him despite being free of the boogeyman curse.

“That’s Last Life.”

#last life smp #last life spoilers #3rd life spoilers #etho #bdubs #grian #vaunna writes

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stellocchia · 3 years

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Okay, okay, Undertale AU now.

So... I’ve been playing Undertale again... as I do once a year since it came out. It’s tradition. So I was kind of thinking who from the Dsmp whould fit which role... and yeah...

(I also wanted to add that none of the characters who are in a romantic relationship in the game are in this au. As a matter of fact, no romance in general here!)

First of all, we gotta give the role of Frisk to Ranboo, not because he played Undertale, but because of that one time that he told the story of how he flirted with his opponents in volleyball (was it volleyball? Maybe another sport. It’s irrelevant!) and that’s simply a very Frisk thing to do...

Then first monster we encounter is Flowey and... I mean... that’s c!Dream right there. All the focus on “fun” and “power” and seeing life as a “game” and the bloodlust... yeah, no that’s definitely Dream right there.

Then Toriel comes in! Yay! Puffy is Toriel, no doubt. Both of them have a focus on protecting the children and they’re both really kind, but can get hella scary when angry...

Also Niki is Napstablook ... mostly because she basically did end up haunting/being haunted by the Secret City for a while... also pretty sure both like music and are pretty soft spoken

Then we get the skeleton brothers! Well, Sans first... and who would fit Sans better then Wilbur! Both of their characters struggled heavily with mental health related problems and they are both really strong but somehow also weak at the same time... (strongest boss in the game with 1 hp and all that) not to mention that they both have way too many simps...

Also that means Tommy is Papyrus. I do not make the rules here. Hyper younger brother who is endlessly optimistic and soft hearted? Yep! That’s him!

Which, may have you think that Tubbo is Undyne because, you know, best friends, but no. Undyne is, in fact, Philza Minecraft everybody. They don’t call him Angel of Death for nothing, so he definitely gets to be the captain of the royal guard in this one! He’s just a much more laid back but equally deadly Undyne.

Also Techno gets the role of the socially anxious nerdy scientist, because he’s been ibernating under a pile of dogs for a few months now and also because he once got peer pressured into murder much like Alphys did into building a murderous robot... so yeah.

Also, to complete the ghost family now: Jack Manifold gets the role of Mad Dummy, cousin of Napstablook, because they’re both short, bald and full of spite

And none other then Eret gets the role of Mettaton (other cousin of Napstablook) because they’re both absolutely fabulous and because they’d rock the Mettaton EX form...

Moving on,Schlatt is Asgore. He and Puffy are brother and sister. Why? Because they are both sheeps and it would fit... though admittedly Schlatt has had less moral qualms with killing children then Asgore so far, they do both have that in common as well

Which brings us to Tubbo inevitably being Asriel, because sheep guy, but also because, as a character, he has a history of being pushed around by power hungry people with more charisma then him, and also because Asriel in his God of Hyperdeath form has a f*cking rainbow laser cannon and I think that’s a very Tubbo thing to have...

Quackity is Chara. Both are pretty vengful and power-hungry characters who are not afraid of doing some seriously f*cked up shit to get to their goals, but also they both care about those close to them deeply and have a sort of tragedy to their character

Also Awesamdude gets to be Gaster, and no it’s not only because there is as much Awesamdad fan content as there was Dadster despite neither of them ever being confirmed as canon, but because both characters are brilliant inventors who got screwed over by their own creation...

For some other fun bonuses I could think about:

Sapnap as Monster Kid just because of the absurdly chaotic personality

BBH gets to be Muffet, for no particular reason aside from general vibe

Foolish as Burgerpants because they’re both underpaid and extremely stressed

Punz as Grillby because: money and intimidating aura

Purpled as Nice Cream Guy because: money

And this is pretty much all I could think about... I would include others but I’m kind of stomped at the moment...

So here’s some revisited quotes instead (under the cut):

Flowey!Dream: “Howdy! it’s me Dream. Dream the Dreamon!”

Toriel!Puffy: “Did you want to hear about the book I’m reading? It’s called “72 ways to crack an Egg”. How about it?”

Papyrus!Tommy: “Ah yes, Music Disks, a great reference for theoretical battle scenarios and parties! To which I get invited just constantly!”

Papyrus!Tommy: “W-well, that’s not what I expected... but st- still! I believe in you prick! You can definitely do better! Even if you don’t think so! I... promise....”

Sans!Wilbur: “On days like this, kids like you... should be suffering in Limbo!”

Sans!Wilbur: “Just... don’t say I didn’t warn you. Well. I’m going to Punz’s. Tommy, do you want anything?”

Undyne!Phil: “...Forget it. Look mate. Tommy didn't come to his meeting today. Say what you want about him. He's loud, he's bit selfish, he's obsessed with disks... But Tommy has NEVER missed a meeting. (...) But now he's gone. And his brother isn't around, either. ... What did you do to him? What did you DO TO HIM? Tommy, who I have trained every day... Even though I KNOW he's too soft to ever hurt anyone. Tommy who is... was just a child... ... Go ahead. Prepare however you want. But when you step forward... I will KILL you”

Alphys!Techno: “A long time ago, I made a robot named Eret. Originally I built them to be a farmer robot for my potatoes... didn’t turn out quite right there. Anyway, recently I decided to make them more useful. Heh, you know, just some practical adjustments.... and I might have been carried away a bit and added some, um... Anti-human combat features?”

Asgore!Schlatt: “I'd like to ask, 'would you like a protein shake?' But... you know how it is”

Asriel!Tubbo: “I always was a pushover, wasn’t I, Quackity? I know... you’re not actually Quackity are you? Quackity’s been gone for a long time. Um... what... what is your name? Ranboo? That’s... a weird name bossman...”

Chara!Quackity: “Hey man. I am Quackity. Thank you man. Your power brought me back from Limbo. My "human soul"... my "determination"... they were not mine, but YOURS. At first, I was so confused. Our plan had failed, hadn't it? Why was I brought back to life? ...You. With your “guidance” I realized the purpose of my reincarnation: POWER”

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xhisokas-harleyx · 3 years

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okay but imagine hisoka and fem!reader going for an undercover mission, in a ball (well this gives me an excuse for hisoka in a suit with his hair down looking kinda normal yk aaaaa) and he and reader are waltzing across the ballroom, with the mutual pining, the flirting back and forth, constantly one upping each other without making it too crudely sexual while maintaining eye contact no matter what (bonus points if reader doesnt get flustered outwardly) <333

I’m sorry this took so long! Vacation and a few other things happened. I took a little creative liberty with this one I think... Hope you enjoy! 😊

Part 2 is out, link at the bottom :)

I’m getting to the other requests soon!

Song Inspiration: Fire on Fire; Sam Smith

Word Count: 2700

Hisoka x Fem Reader: Fire x Fire

You sigh as you look up at the clock that acts as a guardian for the entry hall you are sitting in. As of now, you’ve been waiting for Hisoka to enter the room for about 45 minutes. You have finished your hair, your makeup, and dressed accordingly, which took a decent amount of time- however, your male counterpart for the evening is still not ready.

“Hisoka… how much longer?!” You call to the upstairs bathroom, and you sigh melodramatically. You’d have thought he was ditching you if it wasn’t in fact a mission that HE himself had invited you to. “We’re going to be late, and that will attract attention!” You groan.

“Speaking of attracting attention…” A smooth, low voice coos from behind you, and you jolt up from your seat on the bottom of the stairs and wheel around. “…You call that undercover?” He says, as his tongue flashes across his bottom lip, a sinful gaze in his golden irises.

~Because I, for one, can’t keep my eyes off of you.~ He refrains from saying that last part.

There Hisoka stands, with a raised eyebrow, admiring you with a smirk as he plays with one of his cufflinks. His pink hair is down, covering his eyes only slightly, but not enough that you can’t see the hungry look in his golden irises. He doesn’t have any makeup on, and he is wearing a clean white suit with a tie and napkin that matches the color of your dress.

Quickly, you close your mouth, fighting to regain your composure and not allow him to see your reaction to his appearance. This mission was going to be hard enough without him distracting you throughout…

Little do you know, Hisoka is currently appraising your appearance as he strolls slowly down the stairs. Your sleek (f/c) dress hugs your curves perfectly, covered in sequins that catch the light of the chandelier at random intervals. Both of your outfits are a bit flamboyant- but honestly, could you expect any less from this efficient duo?

“It’s all about catching them off guard, hiding in plain sight.” You say to him, tipping your chin upward and placing a hand confidently on your hip. “The more attention we attract, the better chance we have of fooling those around us and identifying our target early.” You smirk as you meet his witty remark with your own explanation.

Hisoka lets out a small chuckle before he opens the door for you. “You know as well as I that that logic makes no sense.” He points out with a coy smile.

“Sounds good though, doesn’t it?” You retort, walking past him without so much as a glance.

“As does everything that comes from your lips.” He says it in a deep and yearning tone that catches you by surprise, even for Hisoka.

You fight the urge to tense up- this party hasn’t even begun yet, and Hisoka is already trying to get under your skin as you’d suspected he might. Luckily, you know exactly how to bat him off.

“Hurry up.” You order, completely ignoring him; it was phase one of your plan. Much to your chagrin, this pursuit only excites Hisoka, his eyes twinkling as he watches you get into the limo that will take you to the party.

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On your way to the ball, Hisoka watches you silently as you look out the window, the stars flying by as you speed to the event. You don’t even notice, until you feel that familiar bloodlust rising from his direction.

“You’re going to have to control- that – if we are going to stay undercover. We don’t know how many Nen users are going to be here.” You say nonchalantly, looking to him.

In the low light, Hisoka doesn’t speak at first, almost as if you’ve caught him looking when you weren’t supposed to. He notices how well your makeup is done- and how much care you have taken in styling your hair tonight. He loves those golden earrings you are wearing and makes a note to steal them from you later.

You notice his silence. “Hey, Hisok-“

“We are almost there, madam.” The driver tells you, interrupting your snapping to bring the pink haired man’s attention back to you… even though it hasn’t left you he saw you sitting on those stairs.

You thank the man, and you take this opportunity to affix your knife under your dress, rolling the long fabric up to your thigh and strapping it around your leg. You know exactly what this will do to Hisoka; and yet, you do it anyway, deciding to fight fire with fire.

Hisoka’s eyes widen under his bangs, and he stifles a soft moan. He does his best to look away, knowing that, despite this game you two play… he must control himself around you. Because, somewhere deep inside, he is amazed that you even agreed to come with him tonight, and he doesn’t want to scare you off.

Luckily, you are very determined to stay unabashed.

Still, his bloodlust peaks at the sight, and you use this as an opportunity to order him again.

“Nen off. Now.” You demand, dropping your skirt back to its normal position and flashing him a side glance as the limo stops.

“Oh, is that an order?” He questions, kicking an eyebrow and biting the inside of his lip, fully expecting to trip you up. He just can’t help himself. He can’t resist the urge to play this game with you, and is so impressed with the fact that you willingly (and expertly) play it too.

“Absolutely.” You reply without missing a beat. His eyes focus on you, unsure how to take your hot and cold attitude, and your apparent disinterest in his flirtation. Still, he obeys, and clears his throat, exiting the limo and moving to your side to open the door for you.

You get out gracefully, refusing the hand he is holding out to you, which both infuriates and encourages him.

“The target is an older Nen user with blue hair. Rich guy. Tons of ladies. Right?” You whisper to Hisoka, trying to confirm the details so you can begin to scout for your victim. “Conjurer?”

Hisoka doesn’t answer you for a moment, and instead, seems distracted before coming back to his senses.

“Hm? Oh, yes. Conjurer. Those women he hangs with are replicas of the prostitutes he’s said to have murdered. Perhaps talking to them could be our key to finding him.” You weren’t questioning how he knew all of this, but glance at him.

“So you’re going to use this as a speed dating service.” You state, rolling your eyes, though your comment is meant to be more funny than mean. Hisoka, however, looks to you with a confused expression.

“You wound me!” He chuckles in response, dramatically clutching his chest, but taking great care not to reveal the actual hurt underneath. Is that what you saw him as?

There is an awkward silence between the two of you, but as you walk into the entryway of the mansion, you put on your acting expressions and begin to scout out the crowd. There are hundreds of people, live music, drinks, and conversations happening all over the large abode, and in an instant, you feel a bit overwhelmed.

“We should split up.” You suggest. Not that you wanted to leave his side, but wouldn’t it be easier to find the target this way?

Unbeknownst to you, your suggestion slightly upsets Hisoka. He had hoped you would stay together, but he doesn’t protest; he nods, and you two go your separate ways. However, you find yourself glancing in his direction as he slips through the crowd, a pang of guilt stabbing your heart.

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An hour or so later, you have still had no luck locating this bastard, and have decided to stop at the bar for a drink. You know that you’re supposed to be working, but how can you relax at all without a break? You order a drink from the bartender, and promptly begin to down it, leaning on the bar and analyzing the crowd. You can’t help but think of Hisoka, and how handsome he looked in his proper outfit which was so different than what you normally saw him in.

Often, you wondered if his flirtation was just that and nothing else; or whether there could be a chance that he feels morefor you. There were times when he could be so caring toward you… but he did have the tendency to be fickle and dishonest with his emotions.

As much as you hated to admit it… you felt morefor him. He wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, you liked that about him. You had the ability to see through his apathetic exterior to the human underneath. You didn’t know whether that made you a hopeless romantic, or just plain crazy.

Suddenly, you see a flash of pink hair in the far distance, breaking your fantasy. It is Hisoka, shining like a diamond just next to the dance floor. A wave of relief washes over you briefly, and you set down your drink to make your way toward him, quicker than you’d imagined.

However, the sight you see there before you made your stomach flip, and you question the flirtation you’d just fantasized about. Through the crowd of people, you can see Hisoka talking to a bunch of nicely dressed ladies, a drink perched in his hand like he was some aristocrat. They seem to be laughing at just about everything he said, and one of them has the audacity to playfully touch his lapel, which set you off.

Now you were disobeying your own advice as your bloodlust piqued. Your fists clench and you begin to trudge toward the large magician, who doesn’t seem to notice your presence. That could not be more false, however, and he smirks to himself as he feels your approach, parting the crowd and traversing the ballroom dance floor.

Your high heels, however, have another idea: to ruin your night.

Your heel twists, and you trip over your own feet, a few people gasping as your body flies toward the floor. However, your momentum is stopped by the stern body of your audacious savior.

Hisoka pulls your arm past his neck, his strong arm wrapping around your waist and holding you flush against his body. A few of the people clap at the display, the women especially noting how dashing this charismatic man is, and how lucky the woman in his arms must be.

Obviously, they didn’t know the real Hisoka…

“If you wanted to dance, you could have just asked.” Hisoka notes softly, with a hubristic undertone. The way he holds you, however, is soft and careful, his fingers spread along your waist as he pulls you to your feet. You scoff, and look away, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away from his pleasing embrace. Still, you’re mad at him, and you don’t show your flustered expression outwardly.

Without your permission, Hisoka begins to move your body in tandem with his, guiding your hips to the beat of the new song playing in the ballroom.

“You look angry, (Y/N).” He notices your expression and rigidity but doesn’t stop moving his feet. It’s a rather timid tune at first, however, at the bridge of the song the tempo began to pick up, and you easily accommodated. You two begin to tango across the floor, much to the delight of the people watching your display in awe.

“We’re supposed to be working, and you’re over there flirting.” You scold yourself inwardly as you realize he’s going to have a heyday roasting your obvious jealousy.

“Ah, and you were working at the bar when you were sipping your cocktail?” He retorts fluently, surprising you. He has been watching you this whole time and was perfectly willing to never let you know it!

Hisoka whips his hair out of his eyes, his bangs parting just long enough to reveal to you a flash of his enchanted yellow eyes. Somehow, that hungry, almost pleading look behind his irises melts away your fear that he doesn’t feel anything for you. And from that moment on, you can’t break eye contact with him, as if he’s holding you under some sort of spell.

~God, that was hot.~ You think, but you are determined to keep your cool and not show all your cards, so you shoot him an equally suggestive look that makes his blood boil. Your eyes make him go crazy. He can’t take that look in your eyes, the way you encapsulate your emotions within them makes Hisoka lose his breath and feel a little weak in the knees (not something he’s used to). Both of you are too caught up in each other to realize how much you are both leaking bloodlust.

“Jealousy looks good on you.” He smirks, twirling your body around him, and catching you in his arms.

“Hm.” You smile, beginning to have fun with this performance. “I look good on you, wouldn’t you say?” You retort boldly, not expecting Hisoka to take it quite so seriously. His smile fades, and as you twirl back to him, the song dies down, and Hisoka bends you over his knee, hanging your body in his balance.

His gilded eyes have never looked more intense and sincere. Your comment seems to have uprooted his act, and his forehead presses to yours as it seems he is devouring your soul with his eyes.

“I couldn’t agree more, y/n.” He breathes against your lips at the closing note of the ballad, hoping that you’ll confirm his hopes and take the leap of faith he needs you to in that moment.

Your heart begins to skip beats, and you can’t hold your act any longer. Your cheeks are painted with a deep red shade, and your neck begins to crane. Somehow, on the fly, you are unsure. What would all of this lead to?

Your thoughts of leaving Hisoka hanging are interrupted by the annoying screech of one of the women from before, spewing a slurred, “Way to go, Mr. Horatio!”

Horrible fake name aside, this makes your jealousy skyrocket as you realize she’s talking about your white knight.

You turn back to him with the fire of Hell in your eyes, and meld your lips with Hisoka’s with such ferocity that it takes him off guard, and for a moment he is completely star struck. The taste of your lips ignites such a passion within him that his hand moves to your hair, tilting your head back with a gentle tug to allow him better access to your sensitive parts. His obsession for you is on full display, and he doesn’t care who sees it.

As you break for air, his lips move excitably to your neck, the both of you completely forgetting that you are in the middle of a mission and a whole crowd of people. Neither of you seem to care, and if Hisoka has his way you’ll end this party with a bang.

The guards have a different plan.

“The Magician! I’d recognize that Bloodlust anywhere!” Someone shouts, sending a force of guards your way. Hisoka can’t help but smirk in that general direction, and without a thought, he unleashes the full weight of his bloodlust, and scoops you into his arms protectively. “I think we’ve overstayed our welcome, darling. Let’s head out.” He purrs. Somehow, even being chased by a force of guards, which he could easily annihilate, he is as enticing with his voice as ever. You have not the power nor will to disobey that honey-like, nuanced voice that turns your resolve to ash. Instead, you are content with the view of his hair flying in the wind as he gracefully bursts out of the mansion, running with you in his arms.

You’re completely enthralled with him, and he knows it; he feels the same about you. But as the house vanishes from your sight, your eyes widen as you remember one key detail.

“Hisoka… WE DIDN’T KILL THE TARGET!” You panic, as he slows; you’re far enough away to be safe now.

Hisoka chuckles warmly, which confuses you.

“Not to worry, y/n. I killed him days ago.” He says matter-of-factly, anticipating your reaction at hearing that the party was completely unnecessary. “My place?” He skips past it like it’s a minor detail.

Your body tenses.

“Hold on…YOU WHAT?!”

~FIN~

…I could see a very NSFW Part Two for this... -///-

Part two is here!!

https://xhisokas-harleyx.tumblr.com/post/660568203654774784/in-x-this-x-moment-hisoka-x-reader-pt2-to-fire

I loved this prompt. So cute. Hope you all liked it! <3

#hisoka x reader #hisoka morow #hisoka #hxh #hunter x hunter #love #reader insert #fanfic #y/n x hisoka

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barcaavengers · 3 years

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Weakness || Bucky Barnes Imagine || Pt.2

Note: It's hereee! First of all I want to thank all of you for the feedback on the first part. It means a lot to me since it has been quite a while since I've written something like this, plus Bucky is a complex character and I'm trying my best to make him justice. I came up with this random idea as I worked on part 1 so I hope you guys can give me some feedback on it. Again, thank you so much!

Disclaimer: Gif not mine. Credit belongs to the amazing@captain-james.

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You have to blink a few times for your eyelids to open, still feeling them heavy from whatever Karli and her crew had injected you with.

"Oh good, you are awake" you hear the girl's voice from a distance, you couldn't focus on anything specific with your gaze, it was all blurry.

"What the hell did you do?" You are surprised that your arms aren't tied when you lift your hand to your head.

"Nothing serious, relax" she says as she comes to your line of vision, your body felt like it was on fire. "We wanted to test something out, you were the best option."

"Why me?" You wince as you sit up, surprised again that they trusted you enough to leave you entirely untied, you wonder for a moment why.

"You are the best way to catch Sam's attention and that is accessible. Sam won't dismiss my calls if we have you. I still called Sarah, just to have him on the edge."

"Leave Sarah out of it" you snarl but your head felt heavy when you did. You have met Sam's sister a while back now, along with her kids. She was a nice, simple, humble woman, she didn't deserve to be brought into this mess.

"Like I said, it was just to leave him on edge" she shrugs. "I have already sent them a message to meet up."

"Karli, I don't know what you are up to but you can't keep doing this" you say. "We know that the Power Broker is after you because of the serum, you can't win the two battles."

"And that's why we need you for the message" she says. A man you hadn't noticed before was in the corner and he was giving Karli a look.

"You want us to help you with the Power Broker?"

"We need to get rid of Captain America first," she says.

"And I couldn't agree more" your arms extend in a gesture. "I told you, we hate the guy, but we don't want to kill him, we just want him out of that uniform and give us back the shield. He doesn't deserve it."

"I used to look up to you, when you first joined the Avengers" she starts. Now it made sense why you weren't tied up. "Then all of the Sokovia Accords happened and you picked a side. You took the side against the government. We are no different."

"We are not the same. You are hurting people! You killed innocent people at the GRC!"

"They wouldn't understand any other way!" Her voice raises as well and you relax your shoulders, you couldn't show her the same behavior.

"Karli, again. I'm asking you to give us a chance to find a way to help you. To help everyone…"

She ignores you as she looks at her phone and looks at the man behind her. They share a look before he leaves. "Come on, he is here for you," she says.

"Aren't you going to inject me with something? Tie me up so I don't run away?"

"I trust you enough to know you won't" she says before she starts walking away, you have no other choice but to follow, but then you notice another man walking behind you.

"So much for trust…" you roll your eyes as you are escorted up the stairs to a balcony. You try to walk further but the man stops you. "Got it. I'll stay here…" so you lean against the wall.

"Is this how things will play out?" You can hear Sam's voice in the distance.

"I wanted to understand you better," Karli says and you frown. "You didn't come alone." Your heart raced at the thought of Bucky being close as well.

"Where is Y/N?" Bucky's deep voice reaches you and the man motions you to move, so you do and stand a few feet away behind Karli. Bucky was staring harshly at Karli, but when you came into his vision his gaze softened in a beat.

Sam extends his hand out to you and you look at Karli who nods her head towards him. You rush to him, reaching for his hand and he pulls you behind him. “Are you okay?” Sam asks over his shoulder and you nod. His brown eyes shifted to look at the girl before you. "You have to end this now…"

"I don't wanna hurt you, either of you, Y/N knows that" she says and your eyes meet hers. "You are just tools in the regimes I want to destroy. You are not hiding behind a shield. If I were to kill you, I'd be meaningless" she explains.

Sam takes a moment and looks behind you, meeting your gaze. "She is after Walker, Sam" you just confirm what he already knows. His hand tightens and then you hear the faint sound of the earpiece in his ear going off. "The Power Broker is after her, Sam. We have to…" and there it is.

"It's Walker…" Sam looks at Bucky and the soldier is quick to jump the balcony, but Karli thinks the same way and jumps as well, pushing him out. Sam and you jump from the balcony, you land roughly, vibrations going up your legs but it doesn't hurt, the adrenaline soothed that impact apparently. Sam kicks Karli against a wall. "I'll send you the location. Go!" Sam instructs, Bucky and you share a look before running off.

"Did they hurt you?!" Bucky asks as you two run.

"Not really!" You say with a heavy breath as you run. "Or at least I don't feel hurt!" You run. "They only injected me with something to knock me out."

"Injected you?" He shouts as he runs, he barely sounded out of breath. "Left!" Bucky shouts and you take the next left. You jump over the back of a car, running down from it and jumping off the hood swiftly to catch up with Bucky. Once in, you two stand still to try to hear where everyone was. "Upstairs" Bucky calls and you two move quickly.

A soldier jumps down from the stairs and pushes you against a wall, you grunt before turning around only to see the man's fist almost on your face. You duck quickly, sneaking under his legs and kicking the back of his knees making him fall against the wall. You deliver a punch on his cheek as he turns around, before sending another one on his stomach making the man bend. You are quick to grab his face and push it against your knee and then back against the wall, knocking him unconscious.

Bucky was fighting another soldier and you went his way. He punches the guy and the man falls down the stairs, but is quick to get back on his feet. You go running to him, Bucky takes your arm and spins you so you can deliver a kick to the man's side, but he catches your leg, chuckling. Your eyes widened for a moment before you lifted your other leg, kicking his stomach and falling hard on the floor with a thud, it hurt, but you were sure that was supposed to hurt more. Bucky stands quickly in front of you, shielding you from the man before he kicks him, sending him flying against the wall and the concrete falling on him. "Stay there," Bucky says to the man who you were sure was unconscious before he moved to you. "Are you okay?" He asks as he offers you his hand, not the vibranium one, to lift you up.

"I have to practice that kick more often" you groan as you pull yourself up, and that's when you get close to him, almost chest to chest. "We should go help Sam."

"We should" his head nods before you two run up the stairs. As soon as you walk through the door you are met with more soldiers. One holds Walker from behind and you see Karli rushing to him with the knife.

"Karli!" You call out, Hoskins appears and tackles the girl.

Your instinct tells you to duck as you see Sam approaching you, his wings open and knock the guy away from you and you look at him. "You owe me" you two chuckle before Bucky appears and punches a man, sending him flying over to the other side of the room.

"You owe me" he mocks and you can't help but smirk. Then, it was like everything happened in slow motion.

Karli kicks Hoskins and sends him flying against a column and you hear the cracking of bones. The three of you turn together to find Battlestar unconscious and blood dripping from his lips. Karli takes off her mask, horror all over her face before she storms off, another male which was the one that was mostly around her, took after her as well. Walker is checking on his friend, calling onto him with no luck or sign of life.

You can't help but find it absolutely odd how the story repeats itself. Captain America losing their right hand man once again. First Steve with Bucky, now Walker with Hoskins.

Walker's expression turned dark, even bloodlust you would say. He wanted to make them pay for killing Lemar. He straps his shield and storms off, jumping off a window without taking a second glance back. "Let's go! Let's go!" You shout at your friends before you all start moving. Sam flies up through the ceiling while Bucky and you start running down the stairs. Your head thought of the good idea of jumping over the handrail and you do, landing smoothly before continuing down the stairs and outside.

"Aren't you hurt after that?" Bucky calls as you two run, letting him lead the way.

"Not really! Probably the adrenaline!" You didn't even have a second to think that that landing should have at least made you limp, you will later question it. Right now you had to find Walker before he found Karli and the two ended up hurting each other.

You approach a crowd of people in the plaza, everyone with their phones out. Sam lands on your side and you glance at each other in question before walking faster in front of the crowd. That's when you see Walker delivering the ultimate blow on a body, you can't tell, but the person was dressed exactly like the man that was with Karli a while back. You gasp at the scene before you, you could see the blood from your spot in the crowd, and then you saw it in the shield. "Oh God…"

The shield that was once used to protect innocents while in the hands of Steve Rogers, now was being used as a weapon against innocents by John Walker. The thought made your heart boil, and you knew the guys shared the sentiment when the three of you exchanged glances before turning to Walker and the crowd. That's when you spot Karli. You could see the tears in her eyes as she brought her hand to her mouth as she gasped. Things were about to get really ugly.

"I have to talk to her..." you say as you share a look with the redheaded.

"Don't...Give her space" Sam says as he holds your forearm.

"Sam, if Walker sees Karli...Things are going to get bad. Please..." the Falcon frowns at your words because you were right, but he knew as well that right now, both their heads were hot with rage and grief and there was no possible way to reason with them this soon.

"We will get to her, but let's take care of Walker first" his head nods at Walker who was now running away. "Let's keep a close eye on him before we engage…"

The three of you were walking, Bucky was eyeing your legs, you arch an eyebrow. He notices the gesture and looks away, "You should be limping at least…" he says and you get even more confused now.

"But I am not?" It sounded like a question, but you were just questioning why he was bringing it up. "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. Just…" your eyebrows raise in expectation for his next words. "Are you sure you are okay? Your back?"

"I am, Buck. Relax" you assure him.

"I'm starting to think this was a mistake. If I hadn't given up the shield…"

"There was no way to know this was going to happen, Sam. You did what you thought was right…"

"Too bad this had to happen for you to realize it" Bucky says harshly and you glare at him.

"Not the time to talk about that, Buck" you say.

"Yeah, let's talk about the way you fought those Super Soldiers."

"Give it a rest, Barnes" you roll your eyes in annoyance.

"What's going on between you two?" Sam intervenes.

"She jumped two stories of stairs like it was nothing. No limping afterwards. No time to recover. She also fell on her back and she is…"

"Sorry for not feeling hurt or weak by those things" you roll your eyes.

"It's not that, Y/N…"

"Hold on, you jumped from the balcony too with me. Since when do you do those leap of faiths?" Sam questions.

"Exactly!"

"Guys, I'm fine. You guys have seen me fight before and you know I can take hits, what's the difference of now?"

"That they were Super Soldiers with brute force and you put up a good fight with them" Bucky points out and you frown.

"Maybe they weren't at their full potential, or they took it easy on me. Guys, relax. I'm fine. I'm not hurt, I'm not in pain" you take a quick step in front of them and spin. "See?" You walk backwards, your arms extended.

"I'm still weirded out" Sam eyes Bucky and his gaze towards you was so…different. He was eyeing you like he was trying to find something. "I forgot to say, Walker must have taken a serum because that guy folded a metal pole right in front of me."

"What?!" Bucky exclaims, stopping in his tracks.

"If he took the serum we are screwed. There is no way to stop him."

"We have to find Walker. I'll make a call to Sharon, see if she can find anything" and with that he pats your back and walks inside Zemo's apartment.

"And Zemo, or we are taking over his place." you say as you follow him inside and then turn to Bucky. His arms are crossed against his chest, eyes staring almost into your soul, you sigh in annoyance. "What, Bucky? What?"

"Come here" he says and you eye him questioningly before he takes your hand and pulls you to him. He tilts your head to the side and runs his thumb on your neck, right where you remember being punctured.

"What the hell, James?" You push his hand away and he frowns.

"What did they inject you with?"

"I don't know, Sargeant. I couldn't ask since I was out like the light" you say to him.

"Y/N, can't you see it? You are doing things you wouldn't be doing in normal circumstances…"

"This isn't normal! I'm doing things to keep up with all of this! Ever heard of adrenaline rush? It makes you do these kinds of things" you snap and Bucky's gaze hardens at your tone.

"Guys, I'm trying to talk on the phone. What the hell is going on now?!" Sam asks as he looks between the two of you.

"Someone here can't accept that I can fight against Super Soldiers."

"I would be the last person to say that because we have fought, even when I wasn't me!"

"Then what the hell is wrong with today, James?!"

"There is something wrong with you!"

"I'm fine!"

"Guys, calm down.."

"Why are you questioning all of my moves?!" He stays silent and his eyes look away from you. "I am not helpless..." you say in a soft tone. Right now you felt...You didn't even know how you felt. You felt confused, couldn't choose an emotion to feel. "I'm going to go shower, I need to cool off" you run a hand through your hair as you walk to your room.

"I never said you were helpless, Y/N" Bucky calls from behind you but you ignore him and close the door with a loud thud.

-Bucky's POV-

He watched her walk away, and he couldn't find a reasonable explanation as to why you weren’t hurt from all these fights and moves. He knew enough to know that jumping two stories, for any normal human, would result in pain, a limp, a twisted ankle, but you didn't even flinch. Didn't take you a second to process the landing. No, he isn't saying you were weak because she is one of the strongest women he has met, but he just knew something was off about her.

"Can you tell me what the hell is going on with you?" Sam asked him, his whole expression screaming that he needed an explanation to this sudden argument.

"Something is wrong with her, Sam. I know you feel it too" he falls on the couch and throws his head back. "She has fought me before, I know she is tough and strong but everything she has been doing after we got her from Karli…" he couldn't find the words to end that sentence. He was worried, he needed to know.

"I'm sure you have a theory. Care to share it?" Sam takes the couch on the side of Bucky.

"I don't know anymore..." he pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He knows that it just couldn't be what he was thinking. It was too much of a long shot, yet a part of him, that instinct, told him that he was right.

"If this is your way to flirt you are doing a terrible job" Sam teases. "Your way of showing you care is strange, man" he chuckles.

"It's not like I had practice while in HYDRA's control" Bucky says with a shrug, completely sarcastic. "And I'm not flirting. I'm worried…"

"You two are driving me nuts along with Karli and Walker. Go up there, man" Sam says as he stands up and walks to the kitchen.

"Don't forget Zemo" Bucky says and he sighs. He looks after the direction you disappeared to, pondering on Sam's suggestion. What was he supposed to do? Apologize? Kiss you? He wasn't an expert in doing any of those. Kissing you the other day was like an instinct kicking in, and he wasn't even sure it was what you expected from him. Hopefully whatever had to happen once he went to you would be like that. Finally, he stands up from the couch, but not before stopping by Sam, taking the glass the man had just poured his whiskey in, and swallowing it up in one go. "Thanks" he pats the man's shoulder before going to your room.

Sam glares at the man as he pours another drink in the same glass, watching after Bucky.

Bucky makes his way to your room and knocks softly, "Y/N?" He calls from the door, waiting for an answer but there is none. He sighs and turns to leave but he holds back and turns back to the door. "Listen, I-" he trails off, searching for words. "I'm sorry, alright? I guess I overreacted with the whole thing…" he pauses and frowns. "I just...You are the closest person I got, okay? I don't want you to get hurt and I know, trust me, I know you can perfectly take care of yourself and you are strong and you know-" he hears a distant thud and his eyebrow raise. "Y/N, are you okay in there?" He remembers that you were showering so he holds back for a moment, but what if you fell in it? He turns the door knob and when it budges to the movement, he opens the door. No sign of you anywhere, so he walks quickly to the shower only to find that the sound had been the bottle of shampoo falling.

He returns to the bedroom area, and any normal person might have missed it, but he saw the few drops of water from the bathroom door to the mirror, and then to the window. The window was open. "Sam!" He rushes to the kitchen area where Sam was sipping on his drink. "She is gone!"

-Y/N POV-

"So you are asking to meet up now before kidnapping me?" You ask as you sense Karli behind you a few feet away. "My condolences about your friend… I'm sorry we couldn't stop Walker…" You say as you turn around.

"Thanks" her eyes soften for a moment at your words. "Just wanted to check on how you were doing" she says as she tilts her head to the side, eyeing you.

"Why are you worrying about me?" You question.

"You truly haven't noticed?" The redheaded let out a short laugh, if it was a different circumstance, you would find it cute. "Don't you feel different? More adrenaline running in your veins? Feeling like you are unstoppable?" She asks and takes a few steps to the side. "Honestly thought it was going to wear off already, but it seems it lasts longer…"

"What are you talking about?" Oh now you were getting worried. "What did you do to me, Karli?" You hiss taking a step forward.

"Dr. Nagel was working on it a while back, to get the Power Broker off my back with this trick" she explains, and the name of the man who was doing the replica of the Serum was enough to have your heart racing. "Same ingredients, but with a difference, it doesn't last much…Should wear off soon if he was right."

"Karli…" you call onto the girl.

"We injected you with a temporary Super Soldier Serum, Y/N.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #avengers imagine #avengers imagines #tfatws #tfatws imagine #tfatws imagines #(mine)#(weakness)#james buchanan barnes

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reinvent-and-believe · 3 years

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my blood is singing with your voice

Written for, but not posted in time for, @thewitchertransweek

Ship: Jaskier/Regis

Rating: E

Tags: Trans Masc Jaskier, Smut, Body Worship, Oral Sex, Marking, Desperation, Secret Relationships, Very Mild Power Play, Jaskier and Regis Both Figure Out They Have a Vampire Kink, explicit and gendered language around Jaskier's genitals, referenced top surgery scars

Summary: Jaskier is lithe and beautiful in the moonlight, marked up from collarbone to hips.

Regis draws back to survey his handiwork.

A crimson abstraction on pale canvas turned pink, a dozen bloodred constellations just beneath the skin, so close Regis can feel against his tongue the very moment the blood vessels burst. It’s intoxicating, so close he can taste it. Just the slightest scrape of teeth, the most natural thing in the world to expect from an ardent lover, the gentlest pressure from too-sharp canines and the dam would give way, flood his mouth with the sweetest wine.

“Please,” Jaskier whimpers beneath him. He tries to press himself closer against Regis but he’s utterly at the mercy of the iron grip on his hips. “Mark me up.”

“That might not be entirely possible, I’m afraid.” He’s fixing the panting boy with a look that he imagines quite like a predator salivating over its prey. Jaskier’s moan confirms the suspicion. “It seems as though someone has marked you rather thoroughly already.” He returns to that same still pink patch of skin, one of the few places across his bare chest not mottled in various yellows and purples and greens. He kisses the hot flesh, sucking at the thin skin against his collarbone, dangerously close to the clear, unblemished expanse that remains visible when he’s clothed. “If we venture much further up, this clandestine affair will quickly become public knowledge, my dear. After all, your penchant for leaving your shirt open for the world to see has nearly taken care of that for us already.”

“Are you shaming me for the way I dress?” There’s a giggle in his breathy voice. Jaskier digs a toe playfully into Regis’s side. “Well, deepest apologies, darling, I didn’t mean to inflame your delicate sensibilities.”

“On the contrary, I’m quite certain that’s what you meant to do.” Regis grins, not bothering to cover his fangs. He runs his hands indulgently over the bard’s broad chest, memorizing the defined pectorals, the raised, rope-like scars, the soft, young tufts of hair. “Goodness knows I appreciate the view. I’m simply pointing out that it makes it a little harder to keep things, well. Discreet.”

They haven’t told Geralt.

Nor any of the others in their little band of companions. Regis is fairly certain Geralt’s sussed it out regardless, but he’s not spoken a word, taciturn as ever, and Jaskier seems to get a bit of a thrill from sneaking about, so Regis is more than willing to humor him. It’s new, and it’s exciting, and it’s…

Gods, it’s good.

Jaskier flirted with him idly since that first night with the mandrake spirits, touching his arm and fluttering those long lashes and knocking their knees together and dipping his eyes slowly across Regis before getting inevitably pulled back to Geralt with that lonely, distant expression. Regis couldn’t help being flattered by the bard’s attention, distracted as it may be, but had no intention of taking him up on his unspoken offer.

“Are you planning on fucking me or just looking?” Jaskier quips. Regis ignores him, spreading cold fingers as he continues to caress every inch of the flushed, blotchy torso. Patience is a virtue.

It had changed when the boy was wounded escaping the Nilfgaardian raid. Then Regis admitted quite stupidly that Jaskier’s blood smelled nice when he found no infection, because it had smelled nice and because he found himself horribly worried over Jaskier’s injuries, unexpectedly distraught at the thought that he might not again hear that flirtatious laugh or gaze into those eyes so endlessly blue. And suddenly the vampire found himself cleaning Jaskier’s wound and bandaging his head twice a day with deft and tender fingers, even though it meant defying the witcher who’d told him in no uncertain terms that coming back would mean death.

The revelation of Regis’s vampiric nature took an understandable toll on the budding relationship, of course; he heard the way Jaskier’s pulse raced at his approach, noticed the new edge to the nervous ramblings around him, the distracted fluttering, the awkwardness and stress and fear. This torture last nearly a week until one cold midnight, Jaskier slipped into Regis’s bedroll, eyes hooded, and asked, “Did my blood really smell nice?” with a flushed, curious expression, breathless and wanting.

“Regis.” And if the long, drawn-out whine weren’t enough to pull the vampire back to the present, Jaskier grinding up against him hard with a pout on his kissed-red lips certainly is. “Any minute now one of them will wake up and notice we’ve gone. Stop thinking and get on with it, if you’d be so kind.”

Regis tuts, slipping down his body. “You’re awfully demanding tonight.”

“As opposed to what night?” Jaskier lets out a contented sigh as Regis unties the overly ornate trousers and runs his cold fingers down their front, raking through dark hair and ghosting over everywhere warm and wet and delightful. He pulls the trousers down creamy hips and off, sitting back on his heels to take in the sight before him.

Jaskier is lithe and beautiful in the moonlight, marked up from collarbone to hips.

“Appreciating the view some more?” He’s wearing a sly, flushing smirk as he slides a hand between his legs. For all his talk of haste, he’s adopted quite the leisurely pace.

Regis rocks forward, catching him in a kiss full of heat and something else, something soft and unspoken. The bard’s practiced hand surges between them. Regis cradles Jaskier’s jaw, stroking his thumb against a stubbled cheek. “There’s quite a lot to appreciate,” he says. It sounds painfully sincere in his own ears.

Jaskier beams.

Regis can’t help taking his time. He luxuriates as he works his way down: the feeling of soft, blazing skin and silky hair against his lips; the smell of the boy, juniper and sage and sweat and need; the gradient bruises perfectly marring gorgeous flesh; the little skips and jumps of the boy’s excitable pulse.

He settles between Jaskier’s thighs, sliding his hands beneath to knead him and pull him close. The moan Jaskier lets slip is rich and full and lusty as he wriggles into the cold, careful touch. Regis leans in, savoring Jaskier’s little anticipatory gasp, and kisses the sharp hipbone, long and thorough. He chokes back a groan as he feels the blood rushing toward the surface of the skin, and he desperately follows the sensation.

Lust and bloodlust swirl together in every bracing breath, in every brush of lips and fangs against perfect searing flesh. It’s intoxicating, dangerous. It’s far too much and nowhere near enough, an absolute tease.

Regis mouths at him desperately and can’t help the little whimper that escapes as he wets his tongue through the bard’s folds. He’s not sure anymore if even blood ever tasted so sweet.

“Gods, Regis, your mouth.” Jaskier’s breathy voice carries an unexpected hint of a rasp. “I don’t know how I’ll ever survive it.”

He shouldn’t moan at the reminder of how vulnerable, how truly powerless the boy beneath him is. Shouldn’t revel in it, shouldn’t have to stop himself from rutting against the ground beneath him at the implication. A better man wouldn’t get off on it.

And yet...

“You look positively monstrous, love,” Jaskier moans, his heels against Regis’s shoulders urging him closer, harder. “As though you mean to suck me dry.”

Jaskier’s wet lip is trapped between his teeth. A delicate blush lights his face, but there’s no shame when he meets Regis’s glance, and no fear, only arousal and trust.

Regis kisses and sucks his way to the juncture of Jaskier’s thigh and groin, eliciting a most delightful cry when he carefully drags his fangs across the delicate skin. His long, cold fingers move to stroke Jaskier with deft, familiar motions.

He can feel the blood flowing through the femoral artery just beneath the pale, unblemished skin. And without thought or plan, Regis sucks, hard, until white skin throbs purple in his mouth and the boy beneath him is shaking and whimpering, and it’s too much, the skin threatening to give way and Regis tears himself away to mouth desperately at Jaskier’s cock.“Please,” Jaskier begs, “so close, darling, please...” His listless fingers find purchase, roughly tugging at silver locks of hair.

And it isn’t that it hurts, not really, but that shock of pain-pleasure is enough to stir something deep and primal that has him moving on pure instinct until he’s snarling down at the wide-eyed boy, pinned to the ground with an icy hand on his throat, a thumb just barely pressing down on the carotid artery.

After centuries of restraint, Regis craves nothing quite so much as indulgence.

“Beautiful.” He lowers his head to brush his lips against the racing pulse.

Jaskier chokes back a sob. “Please, Regis.”

“Please what?” The slightest graze of his tongue, a cool wet trail following the artery several inches. He feels how close Jaskier is, would feel it pounding within them in tandem even without the thick, heady arousal carried on the night breeze. When the boy doesn’t answer, Regis looks up to him.

Jaskier’s staring at his mouth. “Suck me dry,” he breathes, flushed all over.

And when Regis moves back to his neck, he covers his fangs carefully with his lip before leaning in to taste him, to suck at the boy’s sweet, smooth skin, feeling the quake of each tiny blood vessel burst with the pressure. He slides his fingers on either side of Jaskier’s cock, rubbing him off desperately as he sucks at his throat, never quite enough, never the perfect pleasure of the skin parting, melting away between…

Jaskier comes with a cry, clutching the back of Regis’s neck as he rides through the aftershocks. Regis pulls away, grimacing yet reveling despite himself in the deep crimson bruise, so prominent, obvious. “Apologies,” he murmurs, tracing the splotchy skin. “I’m afraid I got a little carried away.”

Jaskier waves away the apology with a lazy gesture, still blissfully drifting in an exaggerated post-orgasmic haze that Regis finds utterly endearing. The vampire allows himself a few tentative touches, and when Jaskier leans into them eagerly, Regis indulges, kissing down his body until he’s back between the boy’s thighs, nuzzling gently against warm, wet folds until he’s licking him open again, a starving man, ravenous.

Jaskier holds Regis’s hand as he eats him out, the utter romantic.

Regis adores him.

#the witcher fic #trans jaskier #jaskier x regis #what even is their ship name?#my fic

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justcallmenikki7 · 4 years

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BTS Reaction To: You Getting Shot

Mafia!Au

Summary: you get shot and the boys handle the situation differently than expected.

Request: Anonymous said:

Mafia bts reaction to their s/o accidently or on purpose getting shot?

Warnings: angsttt, mafia!au, mentions of being shot. Taehyung is a dick in this im sorry, mentions of the boys wanting to murder the person who shot you, fluff, yoongi bloodlust,

W.C.: 2-300 for each member (1.7k)

Notes: Friday I am getting my puppy!!!!

Jin:

“Oh fuck.” Seokjin sighed as he watched you play with the guns that he has laid out on the table in the weapon room.

“What?” You laughed, confused on why your boyfriend is acting as if you are about to hurt yourself or someone. “I know what I am doing.”

Seokjin let out a nervous laugh at your words, cautiously walking up to you. The most feared mafia leader in the world is nervous of his own fiancée that is holding a gun for the first time. Not knowing what a certain switch does, you flicked it, and not knowing that the switch turns off the safety, you pulled back the trigger and a loud, ricocheting sound sounded in the room followed by a loud cry of pain coming from you.

Realizing what just has happened, Seokjin let out a loud curse, rushing towards.

“Oh, fuck!” You screeched, holding onto your thigh, trying to not pass out from the blood that is now covering your hands.

“You’re such an idiot, Jagi!” Seokjin scolded, picking you up bridal style, carrying you out of the room in a hurry to the headquarters doctors’ room.

“Did Noona just shoot herself?” Jungkook asked as Seokjin jogged passed him.

“Possibly,” you answered, doing the best as you could to not break down crying.

Yoongi:

Yoongi was already having a bad day. Having to deal with the new rookies he brought in, getting threats from a gang in the east, and having little to none sleep. It was as if he was ticking time bomb ready to explode at any second.

The last thing he needed was getting a call from the hospital, saying that you were a victim of a crossfire shooting.

So, here he was, sitting in the most uncomfortable chair in the room where you were attached to tubes and wires, the agonizingly beat from the heart monitor mocking him. Tears were streaking down his face, face red and expression heartbroken.

“Hyung,” Namjoon spoke out, knocking on the door softly.

Looking up, Yoongi gave him a death glare, not in the mood to deal with anything. “What do you want, Namjoon?” Yoongi growled out, voice croaky.

“The gang from the east, the one who has been making threats… they’re the ones who shot Y/N.”

To say that Namjoon was scared would be an understatement – from all of the years of knowing Yoongi, Namjoon has never seen the look that Yoongi is showing, which is bloodlust.

Hoseok:

“You’re so stupid!” Hoseok growled out at you, an angry look on his face. “You’re so Goddamn stupid! Why would you do that?” He clutched you closer to him, right hand adding pressure to your shoulder where you got shot at.

A laugh escaped your lips, which earned a glare from Hoseok. “What? You’d think I’d let you get shot by a crazy psychopath named Richie?” wincing at the pain that came from your shoulder, the action did not go unnoticed by your husband who then lessen the pressure he has on the wound.

“Yes! I am supposed to be the one who protects you, not the other way around.”

“You’re such a child,” you grumbled, shaking your head disappointedly.

“How am I the child?”

“Because you’re acting like one, Hope. In this relationship, we protect each other, no matter the consequences.”

“You could have gotten killed!”

“Yeah, and? I’d do it again just to make sure you are safe, because I love you dammit.”

Pulling you up closer to him, Hoseok pressed a kiss to your forehead, eyes closed to keep the tears from falling. Pulling away, he rested his chin on the top of your head, keeping you close to him as possible, body crouched over you in a protective manner. “I love you too, idiot.”

Namjoon:

To say Namjoon was not surprised by the phone call that he got from the maknae would be an understatement. Namjoon knew that once you got into the car with Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung to go to the gun range to practice on your aim, he knew something bad would come out of it – and being right all the time can be exhausting.

“What do you mean she shot herself in the leg?” Namjoon sighed into the phone, pinching his nose from irritation.

“I don’t know, Hyung! We only had our backs turned for five seconds, and then we heard a bang! and next thing we know, Noona was crying and there was blood!”

“You allowed Y/N to hold a gun without any supervision?! You know how clumsy she is! She is worse than me, Jungkook!”

“That is factual, Hyung. But this isn’t our fault!”

“How is this not your fault? You were the ones with her! And my stupid ass allowed her to go with you three.”

“Can you please stop yelling? You’re stressing me out and I am the one driving!”

“You’re the one driving?!”

The sound of the call being disconnected told Namjoon everything.

“I’m going to kill all four of them.” Namjoon swore as he grabbed his coat and keys so he can meet you four at the hospital. “They’re so dead.”

Jimin:

You woke up to the sound of your boyfriend moving around the bedroom, failing at trying to be quiet for your sake. Sitting up, groaning at the pain the shot up your lower body, your movements caught your boyfriends’ attention.

“Jagia, why are up?” Jimin asked concern, sitting down beside you on the bed.

“Because I heard you, why are you up at 3:17 a.m.?” You asked, doing a one over on him. Jimin was wearing all black, his gun tucked into his pants and knife tucked into its holster on his calf. It was now silent confirmation that Jimin was going to kill the gunman who shot you at the drug store just a few days ago. “You’re going to kill him…” you trailed off.

“I am, he deserves it. He shot you, he deserves the consequences.” Jimin spoke harshly, the whole incident making him angrier by the second.

“Why can’t you let the cops handle it? they’ve already tracked him down, you don’t need to do anything else.”

Sighing, Jimin ran his hands over his face. Taking your hand into his, he brought your hand up to his face, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “I know you don’t want me too, but I am still going to do it. I do not agree with our justice system, and I believe that they’ll let him walk and he’ll do it again. This will give me a sense of peace and knowing that he is gone will give me some sort of justice.”

Knowing that you cannot do anything else, and Jimin with his mind already set, it is a losing battle for you. Nodding your head reluctantly, you squeezed his hand. “I love you, be safe okay? Don’t be back too late, Jiminie.”

“I love you too, Jagi.”

Taehyung:

Ever since you got shot, your boyfriend Taehyung has been distant from you. His actions have been bringing you more pain than the actual wound you got. Instead of taking care of you, the maids that he has have been the ones taking care of you. What makes you feel even more shitty is that he has not even came to check up on you once, and it has been a week since your accident.

Deciding that enough is enough when he decided to ignore your fifth call of the day, you ignored the protests from the maids and got up. Realizing that they cannot stop you, they decided to help you get dressed into a pair of sweats and a hoodie and shoes. Helping you down the stairs, Jungkook carried you out to the car, listening to your demands about taking you to the headquarters where Taehyung is at. Once you got to the headquarters, Jungkook helped you to your boyfriend’s office, giving you an encouraging smile before you knocked on the double doors. Hearing footsteps come your way; you began to feel nervous about the meeting with your boyfriend. When Taehyung opened the door, he held an irritated look.

“What are you doing out of bed? You shouldn’t be moving, doctors’ orders.” Your boyfriend scolded you, making you feel smaller than him.

“I wanted to see you,” you stated strongly.

“I’m busy right now, have Jungkook take you home.”

“Why are you acting like this?” You asked irritated, feeling hurt by your boyfriends’ words. “You haven’t even seen me this whole time, not once checking up on me. Do you not care?” Your voice shook at the end, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Please, Y/N, go home and stay in bed. It is not good for you to be out and about. I’ll see you when I get home.” And at that, he closed the door, leaving you all alone once again.

Jungkook:

“Jungkook, I don’t need all of these blankets.” You explained to your boyfriend who is wrapping you up in five blankets.

“Yes, you do. Doctor said that you need to be on bed rest for two weeks due to your wound, so I am going to make sure you are comfortable because you will be here for a while.” Jungkook spoke out, ignoring your words.

“I will be just fine in our bed where there is a TV and comfy bed. I don’t want to be on the couch for the next 14 days. I want to be in our bed.”

Looking up at you, bewildered at your statement, he stomped his foot like a child. “Why didn’t you just say that fifteen minutes ago?” He shouted exasperatedly; hands thrown up in the air.

“Well, if you would’ve just listened to me the first time, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“I thought I was being a good boyfriend, but now it looks like I’ve failed once again.”

“Stop being a baby and take me up to our room so we can cuddle before you go and hunt down that man who shot me, okay? Please?”

Not needing to say anymore, Jungkook picked you up bridal style, running down the hall like a mad man, excited at the thought of cuddles.

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rextasywrites · 3 years

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Little Darling 8 - a Lady Dimitrescu x Mia Winters fanfiction

"Lady Dimitrescu closed her note book, putting the pen aside. It was three in the morning and the women had to prepare their journey to the lab. It would take them an hour maximum, but they needed knives and other weapons...just in case. Lady Dimitrescu left her studies, hearing faint snoring from Mia’s room. She decided to give the human some more rest as she needed it, especially after the devastating news. "

the attack is coming close. what is happening in the lab?

after a short break for this fanfic i am back with an update! don’t forget, i opened requests too! read my pinned post and feel free to send me your ideas!

Warnings: mentions of various life problems including having a mutant baby

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

“Pregnant? Me? How...how are you supposed to know?”, Mia frowned, not believing what Alcina was telling her. Alcina sighed as she wiped her mouth clean from the last bit of blood, looking at Mia. How could she explain this…

“Pregnant women have a different tasting blood. A bit sweeter than usual, not as sweet as diabetic person, but sweeter than the usual person’s. It is also a certain tingle on the tongue from all the different hormones mixed together. I have tasted enough pregnant women in my life to know that you are pregnant too.”

“...fuck.”, Mia sighed as she leaned back on the bed, her head against the wall. She lifted up her shirt, enough to expose her stomach. “Not again.”

“I…”, Alcina started, but Mia placed a finger on her lips, making the vampire shut up. “Don’t say anything right now Alcina. Please. I need a moment for myself. Please...just leave.”

Mia touched her throat as a lump started to foam, not knowing if it was because of anxiety or the overwhelming dread that she was pregnant with another mutant, or… Alcina had left the room to give Mia some air, something she desperately needed. She couldn’t be far along. Maybe a month and a half. When was the last time she slept with Ethan…?

As her fingers trailed over her belly and the minutes dripped down to Hour Zero, she knew she’d have to do something with this baby. She didn’t know what yet or how to handle the whole situation, but she couldn’t let it get kidnapped like Rosy. But Rosy had highest priority at this moment.

Alcina stayed in her studies, going over the plan of their attack again. Cassandra and Bela were great fighters, but Daniela was the best, only her bloodlust alone made her the greatest of the trio. Alcina was proud of all three and how they evolved from women left to die to fighting machines and grande A vampires.

Once they had Rosy, they’d take her to safety in the castle. The lycans were informed and ready to guard the castle in case shit would go down. But Lady Dimitrescu didn’t hope for this outcome.

Rosy would need to be nursed back to health after being away from her parents for so long, without any real human touch and contact. That’s a trauma that could change a child’s life forever, especially if it lived with a mutation like Rosy.

As soon as Rosy would be healthy enough, Lady Dimitrescu would take blood from her to develop her own ‘vaccine’. A vaccine that would make her even stronger than she already was, and no Umbrella or Redfield could stop her. Then, she would make Mia part of her coven. Rosy should be given time to grow up, but once she was old enough, Lady Dimitrescu would turn her too. Given her mutation, she would be the perfect vampire and ready to lead over the world. With another baby on the way, they could even make a double pack of the perfect vampires...and nothing and no one could stop her.

Lady Dimitrescu closed her note book, putting the pen aside. It was three in the morning and the women had to prepare their journey to the lab. It would take them an hour maximum, but they needed knives and other weapons...just in case. Lady Dimitrescu left her studies, hearing faint snoring from Mia’s room. She decided to give the human some more rest as she needed it, especially after the devastating news.

Chris stepped towards the cell, watching the child in there. She was currently occupied with some stuffed animals and a barbie, making the two talk to each other in different pitches of her voice. “Oh no, Mister Stuffles, we cannot get married! I love Richard and not you!” “Oh, why Jen? Is it because Richard has more money?” “He has the word rich in his name!”

“Have you given her the fish crackers she asked for?”, Chris leaned over to one of the scientists observing Rosy, his question being confirmed. A small bowl was next to the bed on a table. A tablet with a youtube video about some watermelon singing to children was playing.

Chris paced back and forth - he never expected the situation to escalate like this. The mutation passed down from Ethan was stronger than they had previously anticipated. Mixed together with the vaccine Mia received at the Baker’s house...what an explosive mixture they had created.

“When did she age up so quickly? When I left yesterday evening, she was nothing but a baby sucking on her thumb.”, Chris questioned the next scientist. “How is the vaccine going ahead?”

“Rather slow. It will take a few more days until her blood is completely identified and taking out the remaining D-series and E-series DNS.”

“D and E-series?”, Chris frowned at the mention of both types in Rosemary’s body.

“Yes, both types. D-series from the vaccine her mother received in 2017, E-series from her father who still deals with the mold infection.”

“But how...how did she age up so fast?”

“Mr. Redfield...I suppose the kidnapping triggered some kind of trauma in her system. Do you remember? E-001 aged up quickly too. The different types of serieses must be responsible for this, but we are not completely sure by now.”

Suddenly, a scream was heard from the cell Rosy was kept in, the one-way glass splitting due to its pitch and volume - like a jet was taking off. “I want my Mommy! I want my Daddy! Where are Mommy and Daddy?!?!”

#resident evil #lady dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #mia winters

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itsmyara · 3 years

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Playing Cards (SFW Fanfic)

Pairing: Chrollo/Machi (yep!)

Word Count: 1.7 k

Warning: Hisoka acting psycho.

Note: I've recently talked about Kuromachi with @takkarulz and it reminded me of this VERY old fic. It was supposed to be the first chapter of a story about Hisoka's first mission with the Troupe but I don't think I'm gonna continue it. Oh, and it was originally written in Portuguese, so maybe something got lost in translation. I hope not but sorry if it did!

The prey was aware of the bloodlust that emanated from his pores. Hisoka was bored when he felt that random aura and left in pursuit. Granted, it wasn’t a strong aura, but the relative abstinence made him lower his criteria. Any less-than-a-minute fight would offer some relief. The prey was already running ahead, looking back at him now and then in despair. He was sweating, breathing heavily, tripping over his own feet. It was a shame. Even so, the predator felt that in that aura there was an impulse to try to fight back, a courage that could spring from adrenaline and give him some precious extra time to live.

He focused entirely on instilling fear in him, as a favor to awaken that trace of hidden strength, and as a favor for his own sadism.

Fear and death roamed the desolate streets at night, accompanied only by concrete walls, garbage cans overturned by mangy dogs, and abandoned souls, drunken and empty, who wouldn’t dare to approach the source of that terrifying bloodlust.

Hisoka's expression was already inhuman.

The victim turned a corner, looked around, started to run faster. Perhaps he was close to home and struggled to reach it, with that false feeling that at home he would be safe. Poor fool. The predator licked his lips, he wouldn’t allow the prey to gain distance from him. In fact, he didn’t intend to let him free for too long.

Thirsty for action, Hisoka dashed and jumped to reach him faster but when he was in mid-air, something stopped his body, suspending it far from the ground, and a third presence was revealed. A woman fell gracefully in front of him and as soon as her feet touched the ground, her hands pulled a thread, making him realize that the trap had tightened around his body.

The pink-haired woman boldly stepped between him and his victim, and when she looked up and glared at him, her blue eyes were unfazed by his bloodlust. The victim stopped for a moment to try to understand what had happened, but he wasn't stupid enough to stay.

Soon it was only he and her.

Hisoka smiled and sought a comfortable position within her trap. It was worth exchanging the weak prey for that woman who either mastered zetsu very well or knew how to take advantage of his distraction to catch him. Either way, she was incomparably stronger.

“Well, well... and who are you?” His voice sounded mischievous as his eyes sparkled, studying her carefully.

She kept him in her threads without difficulty, as they crossed the deserted street trapped to the side of two buildings, forming a web that closed around him in the center. A spider web. She was skilled and agile to prepare that engineering in such a short time. Besides this, she also had that delightful demeanor. So under control. So cold. So full of an unshakable self-confidence. It wasn’t someone to be thrown away. Maybe he would keep her to play with, little by little, instead of killing her at once.

“I have a message from the boss,” when she said those words, Hisoka understood and closed his eyes. He definitely would have to save her for later. “Midnight at the sanctuary of St. Levi. If you’re too busy hunting mice, you will suffer the consequences.”

A crooked smile grew on the magician's face. Suffering the consequences was what he wanted the most, but not in the way they used to apply them.

“Will the boss be there?” He asked, but his question was ignored.

“I think you can get out of there alone.”

It was the last thing she said before disappearing into the night.

There was a possibility that Chrollo would attend the meeting, but there was also the possibility that it would end up being just another spiders’ meeting that would kill him with boredom at once. He had recently joined the Phantom Troupe for a single purpose, and so far he had successfully avoided childish robberies and meaningless missions, no matter who showed up to try to intimidate him.

An Ace of Hearts took shape between his fingers and he used it to slash the tangled threads that held him. To his surprise, not all of them broke on the first blow, demanding one or two more hits for him to break free completely.

He thought that maybe this time it would be worth it to show up at the meeting if she were there.

***

Their current hideout was a mansion away from the city and with a reputation for being haunted. The abandonment of the building made it cold and fragile, but there was a certain beauty in all those aged memories left by the corners, and in the way nature was taking over the place little by little. In a few years, the creeping plants will probably take it over completely.

Machi entered through the backdoor absolutely quietly, just in case. Soon she realized that there was someone in the basement and she walked down the stairs, equally silent, to find Chrollo sitting on an old wooden chest. By candlelight, he analyzed something on a table in front of him.

“Fascinating... whoever lived here, was someone impressive. It is not by chance that this house has a reputation for being haunted,” he whispered when she approached but kept his gray eyes fixed on the objects spread on the table.

In that room, Machi noticed opaque crystals, rusty metal objects that were supposed to serve very specific uses, animal skulls with horns, and some books so old and yellow that she thought they would turn to dust if she looked at them for too long. She stood next to the boss and realized that what captured his attention were cards, similar to a playing deck, but more numerous and richly illustrated even though -- like everything in that basement -- they were in dull colors.

“Did these objects serve any ritualistic purpose? They must be flooded with nen,” the energy of the place was somewhat obscure, and she thought that maybe this is why he felt comfortable there.

“I haven’t found any trace of nen in this basement,” he said, causing a brief expression of surprise in her. Fascinating, really.

Chrollo finally looked at her, his expression calm and pleasant. His eyes were more mysterious and dark than the energy of the place. By far more fascinating. Eyes that caused her the same feeling, again and again, after so many years.

Perhaps because she was so close that he could feel that commotion inside of her, or perhaps because he was feeling comfortable in that environment, he placed one hand on her waist, while the other held some cards.

“Sit here with me, as we used to do when I read to you,” he said, invoking the past and leading her gently so that she sat on his right thigh.

The memory stirred the feelings inside her even more. She was so young when she found him, a beautiful, intelligent and kind boy, as young as she was, who talked to her, played with her, and cared for her. Chrollo was always different from everyone else. He had ended up awakening in her still innocent heart that dream that he was a prince charming and that they would marry someday, even marriage being such an abstract concept in Meteor City. It turned out that the commitment she had made to him was far greater than that of a marriage.

Enjoying the moment, she rested her arm around his shoulders and studied the cards ahead more closely now.

“Are these tarot cards?” She asked, vaguely recognizing a couple of drawings.

“Yes, it’s the most valuable thing I’ve found here. The style is so unique, each card is a work of art by itself.”

Her eyes met an Arcana and she leaned over to pick it up, almost instinctively. The Fool, with his extravagant clothes and gestures, looking at the horizon from the edge of the abyss, projecting himself to it with nothing to hold him back -- from the infinite fall or from the flight to the horizon. Her intuition led her to believe it would be the first option.

“How was it with him?” Chrollo asked, noticing the card she was looking at so attentively.

“He's strong, I ended up having to set a trap with more aura than I've expected,” she replied almost automatically, only managing to return the card at the end of the sentence.

“He wouldn't have listened to you any other way.”

"No," she confirmed, and then they looked at each other. “The decision is yours, danchou, but I wouldn’t trust him.”

“This is why you didn't bring him here. You’ve decided to wait until tomorrow.”

Chrollo hadn’t told her to take Hisoka to him, he had left the option in the hands of her interpretation. Since the magician was one of them, he belonged -- in theory -- to that place with them, and it would have been natural for her to invite him. But it wasn’t.

Machi knew that sometimes Chrollo let her interpret his orders because he trusted her judgment. And in addition to not having taken him to the boss, she also left promptly so as not to be followed.

“You have been more receptive to new members before,” he said softly.

And the fact that he pulled her to him gently to place a kiss on her temple softened his speech even more.

“Sorry, he seemed to have a special interest in you,” she spoke in a slightly serious tone. Intuition. Concern.

Something that made him snicker as his free hand touched her hair.

“Don’t worry too much, Machi.”

That was the end of the subject brought up by the card. Soon he would touch her thigh and his hand would roam her body. Soon he would show her how comfortable he felt, to the point of allowing himself to enjoy the tenderness that Machi dedicated to him right from her lips, her skin, and her embrace.

#kuromachi #chrollo #machi #hisoka #chrollo lucilfer #machi komachine #machi komacine #hisoka morrow #chrollo x machi #machi hxh #chrollo hxh #myarawrites

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scapegrace74-blog · 4 years

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In Dreams

A/N I don’t do Twitter, but roughly once a year I wish I did. A few weeks back, some clever Outlander writers there came up with the idea of the Eye Sex Chronicles, in which various pre-relationship scenes between Jamie and Claire are re-imagined in a less PG way. I asked Catrin Writes if I could join the party, and she kindly agreed. And because I like nothing more than a challenge, the scene I chose is when Jamie comes for Claire after the Redcoat ambush in 1x01. Rated mildly M, in case you care about that sort of thing.

Since he was a lad, Jamie had been visited by a recurring dream. In it, he was chasing a figure through a forest. His quarry materialized and dissolved like mist in the dappled light, with limbs as pale as bone and a thundercloud about its head. A sidhe, perhaps, come to deceive him.

The details of the dream shifted, but the ending was always the same. At the edge of a burn, he caught up with the apparition. Staring into her peculiar golden eyes (for it was indeed a woman), the dirt beneath his feet gave way and he fell headlong into a bottomless unknown. Then, he woke.

***

She had to be dreaming, Claire rationalized. Or at least hallucinating. It was the only explanation that fit the facts. Redcoat soldiers wielding muskets. Coarse ruffians speaking Gaelic and tossing her from horseback like a sack of laundry. A Frank doppelganger trying to rape her. Her subconscious must have muddled together her husband’s obsession with Scottish history and the emotional turmoil of their second honeymoon to produce this elaborate fantasy. Sigmund Freud would rub his hands together with glee.

It didn’t explain, however, why she could feel every nettle and branch as they lashed against her limbs, or why the icy water of the stream she was following numbed her toes. If she was only dreaming, she should stand still and wait for consciousness to return. And if she were hallucinating, she doubted she’d be capable of analyzing her circumstances. She ran because she was afraid to find out what might happen if she was wrong. She ran because it was only a matter of time before her captors gave chase.

***

The ambush by a small patrol of Redcoats ended abruptly in the way of most skirmishes. One minute he was fighting for his life, and the next he was leaning on his sword, sharing a flask of whisky with his brothers in arms.

Dougal had a ribald glint in his eye as he ordered Jamie to round up the Sassenach lass. He thought he’d kept his reaction to her lovely face and near-nakedness well hidden in the dim firelight of the croft, but his uncle’s smirk said otherwise. The men hooted as though it was a great joke - sending the virgin after the mettlesome wench.

It was only as he was retracing his steps to the strath where he’d thrown their captive from Donas’ back that he realized he was injured. The muscles of his shoulder joint were still tender, just as she’d predicted after she’d manipulated the bones back into place. This new pain was sharper and accompanied by the coppery tang of blood. Compounded by the fact that he hadn’t slept or eaten more than a crust of bread in nigh on a day, it was no surprise that his head was feeling light and empty as a cloud, with a persistent buzzing sound filling his ears. He continued his search, determined to find the lass before continuing on their way. She’d mended him. He at least owed her that much.

An ivory figure dashed between the trees, bringing to mind his dream. Deja vu, the French called it. The sense that he had lived this moment before, perhaps countless times. Reality tilted sideways, and he could no longer discern what was true and what was illusion. The memory of both his dream and his objective compelled him to give chase. He spurred his horse forward.

***

Damn it! For a figment of her imagination, the tall red-headed Scot was annoyingly persistent. Seumas. Jamie. Mowgli. She’d heard the other men call him by many names, further evidence that this illogical adventure was just an inventive delusion. She’d certainly conjured an attractive antagonist, with his raw potency and soulful blue eyes. He was a bit too chiseled for her taste, and good lord he was gigantesque, but somehow he pulled it off without seeming a brute. Despite the driving rain, the night spent on horseback wrapped together in his plaid hadn’t been unpleasant. Unlike every other character in this illusion, he didn’t feel threatening.

He leapt from his horse and was approaching with his arms spread wide, a bloodied sword dangling from one hand in an offhand way. She’d seen men approach unbroken horses in much the same manner. Well, she was no docile mare, willing to accept the bit. If he thought he could subdue her with sonorous words from his pretty lips, he had another thing coming. She lifted her chin defiantly. Maybe the way out of this nightmare was to refuse to play along. She spat defiance in his direction, daring him to accost her.

***

Christ, she was beautiful. It hadn’t escaped his notice when they’d first met, despite his dislocated shoulder. But out here in the forest, with smudges of dirt marring her luminous skin and cockleburs matting her hair, she was every cautionary tale he’d learned at his father’s knee. A bewitching siren come to lure his soul to sin.

If her foreign ways and total lack of meekness wasn’t evidence enough that she was the otherworldly creature from his dream, the violent mystery of her agate eyes confirmed it. They were unforgettable, calling to him from across the ages.

Despite his better judgment, he stepped closer, saying something daft about throwing her over his shoulder, as though he’d ever demean her in that way. Her breath came into short pants that caused her unbound breasts to rise and fall beneath her thin shift. His fingers twitched, aching to touch her, to confirm that she was real. Some lucid corner of his brain that wasn’t starved of blood and delirious with bloodlust argued that he’d spent many hours pressed up against her very mortal and lovely arse. He ignored it in favour of another step in her direction. Like a mindless beast, he sniffed the air. She smelled like his mate.

***

She’d spent enough time around soldiers returning from the front to recognize the half-crazed look, the dilated pupils, the waves of sexual energy wafting off his skin. The male animal confronted death and procreation with much the same physical response, opposite sides of the same coin.

She should have been frightened by his proximity, but instead she drew back her shoulders and stared directly into his marine gaze, daring him to take another step. Delirious with disorientation and lack of sleep, she flirted with the combustible element that arced between them from the first. She’d never behave so wantonly if she thought for a moment this was real. It was a harmless fantasy, made all the more appealing by the combination of artlessness and virility exuded by the man in question.

***

He dropped his sword, a useless defence against temptation. His feet carried him forward of their own volition, answering the urgent summons in her eyes. So close now, skirting the very edge of a precipice. Surely his dream had been a prophecy, a foretelling of a critical juncture in his life. Temptress or Sassenach healer, their paths were fated to cross. There was nothing he could do to deny the hand of fate.

She’d backed against a tree and his palms came to rest on the ample swell of her hips. He’d never touched a woman so close to her skin. It was intoxicating, warm and supple. She was no longer speaking, watching him instead with those predator’s eyes, wary but not afraid. Her lips were pressed together, and he longed to pry them apart with his tongue, to taste her soul and share his own. Bending slowly forward, the muscle in his beleaguered shoulder seized in sudden pain. Bubbles of dizziness flooded his vision and he slumped forward, momentarily boneless, landing against her lush curves.

***

Christ, he was heavy. One moment she had been certain he was about to kiss her senseless, and then he sagged forward, pinning her between his bloodstained torso and a tree. Her nursing instincts sprang to life as she attempted to soothe him. She ran her fingers through his tangled curls and over the abutments of his face, searching for a contusion and finding only tacky blood and prickly stubble. She could feel his deep breaths echoing against her breastbone. He groaned a word in Gaelic that made her wish she understood the tongue.

***

Pressed against her as he was, he marveled at the brilliance of God’s design. She was soft where he was hard, a perfect counterpoint that answered the question his body had been asking since adolescence. He wasn’t ignorant of carnal matters, but nor had he imagined that he could derive such pleasure merely from cleaving his body to hers. In his previous trysts with with the young maids of his youth, it had never been so.

Her hands were surprisingly strong as they prodded his skin, seemingly drawn to the places that called out for her touch. They skimmed gently over his shoulders. The lancing pangs had faded like the morning mist, leaving him conscious only of the pulsing ache radiating from his groin. He’d been hard beneath his plaid since fighting the Redcoats, but it had progressed to the brink of pain. Certainly she could feel it, barely clad as she was, but he felt no shame in the knowledge. There was a deeper magic at work here, far outside the laws of propriety.

***

Her fingertips touched the bands of muscle along his flank, having snuck unawares beneath his filthy shirt. Her arms opened to span his torso, no longer pretending to minister to his wounds and instead holding him tight, in case he was considering retreat. It helped that she couldn’t see his face, hidden as it was beyond her hair, but she could read the impulse on his dewy skin and through the vibration of his every sinew. He wanted her. Not only because she was a female body close at hand, but on some more fundamental level. She wanted him as well, but that was the dream talking.

***

The thinnest filament held back the raging storm inside of him. What few thoughts he could maintain circled around the inscrutable riddle of her identity. If she truly was the vision from his dream, then what was her purpose? And if she was flesh and blood, then why did she tolerate his trespass? His answer came in the form of a whimper, sneaking from her lips to his ear and straight to his cock. The cord snapped, and he began to rut against her in earnest, the coarse wool of his plaid scratching his swollen flesh.

Dhia, it was a thousand times greater than any pleasure his own hand could inflict, and yet it was woefully deficient. His hips pressed forward with more force, grinding their bones together, seeking a home inside her warmth. Rather than retreat, she answered with advances of her own. She shuddered and moaned, her nails biting into the scars across his back. He had no language to describe what her body was demanding. He hurtled towards an unknowable point, both hunter and prey in a breathless pursuit. It was bottomless and inescapable, just as in his dream.

***

She’d lost all sense of herself. There was no Claire. No Frank. No everlasting dream about Scottish outlaws. Even the rough bark of the tree against which she was pinned was gone. All that remained was the bitter agony of incompletion and the solid male form that could deliver her from it. She whimpered, tears of frustration leaking from her eyes. She wanted... no, she needed more. More contact. More friction. More of his sublime body that answered every question she asked it wordlessly.

Broad palms slipped down to cup her ass, then lifted her as though she was made of feathers. At that first perfect moment of connection, she cried out. The depths opened up beneath them and her only fear was that she would fall alone. Clamping her thighs around his hips, she circled and writhed directly over the defined prominence of his cock. They both groaned as twin spasms spun outward from where they were fused together. The hot rush of his eruption warmed her belly, shaking from the force of her own contractions.

The fever crept away as inexplicably as it came, leaving her stippled in gooseflesh and drowning in turmoil. What had just happened? Had she really allowed this stranger, this walking paradox, to bring her to gratification, fully clothed, against the trunk of some bloody Scottish tree? And oh, when would she wake up and return to the mundane struggles of her real life? This, whatever it was, was too much to endure.

***

At the first twitch of her body after endless moments of utter stillness, he lowered her gently to her feet. He could feel his release trickling down his thigh. Rather than address him, if only to slap him as he deserved, she turned towards the burn. She knelt for a long time, drinking from her cupped palm and splashing water over her face. Doubtless, she was also rinsing his seed from her skin. He burned with remorse. Sidhe or not, he’d treated her contemptibly.

The rush of blood between his ears was slowing, leaving him shaky and weak. He bent to retrieve his sword and the ground tilted aslant beneath him. By the time she returned from the burn, her eyes demurely focused downwards, he had mounted Donas and was able to lift her over the withers with his good arm. He tried in vain to keep from pressing up against her, trying to atone for his previous behaviour. They set off in search of Dougal and the others without another word.

***

The further they rode, the more Claire became convinced she had hallucinated the entire thing. The young Scot named Jamie was still kind and solicitous, offering her a slug of whisky and sharing his plaid as the night air grew cold, but he betrayed no proof of their intimate encounter. Along with everything else that was happening, it was too much to contemplate, so she pushed it to the back of her mind.

Well past midnight, she felt his bulk behind her slide sideways as he started to topple to the ground.

“Stop! Help, he’s going over!”

Leaping to the ground and ordering the other men about like a petty general, she poured whisky into the newly discovered wound that pierced the trapezius muscle. Yet more evidence, if she was looking for it, that their union in the forest had all been in her head. Who could please a lover while bleeding out from a gunshot?

Jamie sputtered back to consciousness beneath her hands.

“Welcome back,” she commented pertly.

***

The blank screen in front of his eyes reassembled around the familiar faces of Murtagh, Dougal, Angus and the others, peering down at him in the gloom. He must have fallen deep asleep while they fled to Leoch. His memories were foggy, but he recalled a dream of chasing a mysterious woman through a wooded strath, catching her by the edge of a burn, and then... well, it wouldn’t be the first time his sleeping mind brought him gratification, although generally not on horseback.

“I’m all right. Just a wee bit dizzy,” he tried to convince the assemblage, eager to get back on his horse. They couldn’t afford a delay.

“You're not all right,” an oddly familiar English voice pronounced. Without waiting for him to respond, she launched into a tirade.

“Couldn’t you tell how badly you were bleeding? You're lucky you're not dead, brawling and fighting and throwing yourself off horses.”

He stared up in disbelief at her fiercely beautiful face, the one he recognized from his dreams.

She was here.

#my writing #outlander

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Liar, Liar

Another flashback sorta thing that I decided to write as a way to explore some different relationship dynamics :P

There's some recently introduced characters (Cobalt and Diamondback), one you already know and love (Othni), and an older one that I decided to revive (Valence), because why not

I'm gonna include some trigger warnings for a little blood, super light gore (if you wanna even call it that), some violence, and implied past abuse

"Does she know, Val?"

Valence ran a hand over his skull and let out a deep sigh, his magenta swirled eye lights constricted in fear as he paced around his living room. Avoiding looking at his companion as much as possible, he sputtered, "I-I don't think so. I wasn't being careless again, I swear!" Leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs, the demon arched a single brow, "For our sake, I hope you're telling the truth." He paused, vanishing into thin air and making the skeleton yelp and nearly stumble backwards as he reappeared, blocking his path. Backing Valence into a corner and making sure all possible escape routes were blocked, the demon leaned closer, his vibrant blue eyes becoming brighter as he lowered his voice, "For your sake, I hope you're telling me the truth. If you're lying to me again, I'll find out."

The skeleton stared at him with wide, fearful eyes, his breathing momentarily coming to a halt. Remembering the last time the demon had caught him telling a lie, he nodded, hoping to convey that he understood. Feeling satisfied, the demon hummed, taking a step back as he continued watching his host. It was a while ago that the two of them had made that contract, and while they did occasionally bicker, they were normally on the same wavelength with one another. Val's gaze flickered back toward his kitchen, and as he lowered it to the tile floor, he took in the red liquid that had begun pooling in the spaces between the individual tiles. Part of an arm laid on the floor in the middle of the puddle, and a shape resembling a handprint stained his shirt, the bright crimson a stark contrast against the cream colored fabric. He had another mess to clean up now, and this time, he hadn't even been the one that'd made it.

Turning his back to the demon, he let out a deep breath and slipped into the kitchen, squatting in front of the sink and opening a set of wooden drawers, digging through various cleaning supplies. His companion quietly followed him, completely uncaring as he stepped in the pool of blood and crossed the kitchen, leaving behind a short trail of footprints. Seeing that Othni was, once again, trying to aggravate him, Val frowned, his brow bones becoming knit, "Do you mind? I'm trying to clean here." The demon stole a glance in his direction, a wide, almost manic smile slowly stretching across his face and putting his unnaturally sharp teeth on display, "Oh, I'm not in your way, am I? How rude of me."

Val let out a soft, irritated growl in response, and Othni snorted in amusement, shaking his head. As Val returned to trying to ignore him, he dragged his clawed fingers over the surface of the kitchen table, leaving deep scratches in the wood. Hearing the sound, the skeleton finally shifted his attention back to Othni, immediately scowling as he took notice of the damage that was being done to his table. Careful not to step in the blood, he gave Othni a light shove and hissed, "Stop it, Othni. Can't you see that this is pointless? We made that deal in order to help each other, and you decide to damage my belongings because I'm not paying attention to you?" Othni arched an eyebrow again, quietly daring the skeleton to keep talking. With his mind clouded by anger and frustration, Val did just that, practically sneering at Othni, "You're no better than a spoiled child, I swear."

An image flickered in Othni's mind of a middle aged human with dark, curly locks, scowling at him and shouting words that he couldn't quite make out. As the human lifted a hand and prepared to strike him, Othni's locks of hair that resembled the rounded ears of a big cat laid back flat against his head and he was on Val in an instant, one hand immediately seeking out his neck vertebrae. Feeling himself be lifted up off of the ground and slammed into a wall hard enough to cause a small crack to form in the back of his head, Valence let out a pained and startled yelp, instinctively trying to free himself from Othni's grip. The demon's eyes burned into him as he moved closer, only inches away from Val's face as he growled lowly, "Shut your mouth before I shut it for you, monster. If you even so much as think about speaking to me like that again, I'll-"

He was cut off as someone knocked on his front door and called out, "Hey Bandersnatch, are you in there?" Almost as quickly as he'd lifted Val up off of the floor, the demon set him down again and released his neck. His expression had completely shifted, no longer holding even a trace of anger, and he offered another sharp toothed grin to Val, tilting his head and murmuring, "Answer it, Valence. Go see what he wants." The skeleton hesitated, and then upon seeing that Othni had become docile again, he darted to a coat rack, nearly tearing a jacket off of it's peg and tugging it on, zipping it up just enough to hide the handprint that stained his shirt. The demon continued watching him, slinking back into the shadows as Valence made a beeline for the front door and answered it.

Making a face at the other male skeleton that stared back at him, he cleared his throat, "Oh. Hello there, Cobalt. How can I help you?" The skeleton in question eyed him for a moment, "Where were you a couple nights ago, at about this time?" Val blinked in confusion, "...I was here, preparing a dish for Banquet. Why do you care about my whereabouts all of a sudden?" Cobalt's gaze hardened and he stuffed a hand into one of his pockets, "No, you weren't. Try again." Val stared at him, clearly at a loss, "Would you just speak plainly, please? I have a lot on my mind and the last thing I want to do is play this stupid guessing game with you." The shorter of the two continued to watch him, his expression turning suspicious, "Fine. According to Glo, she bumped into you at the store. Said you had a big bag of cat food in your arms, which is odd, even for you. Considering that you don't have any cats, and all."

Valence was frozen for a moment, having been caught off guard. Processing what the other had just said, he regarded him with clear disbelief, "So you think I'm lying about where I was? How do you know Glo wasn't the one lying? Don't tell me that you believe every word that leaves her mouth." Cobalt was unphased, pressing on just as confidently as before, "I take everything she says with a grain of salt. When she does lie, it's usually in a joking manner over something small and unimportant. Seeing you at the store would be a little too random for her to lie about, I think. You, however..." The guard paused, leaning a bit closer and inhaling deeply, "You could lie through your teeth, right here and now, simply for the hell of it. And then there's that disgusting stench you bring everywhere with you."

The taller skeleton furrowed his brow bones, "Since you're so keen on sniffing me like some kind of dog, tell me, Cobalt. What stench do I have, hm? These clothes just came out of the dryer, and I took a shower as soon as I got home a little while ago." Cobalt frowned, narrowing his sockets at the other monster, "You reek of death... To be a little more specific, in case you don't understand that, there's always the faint scent of human blood wafting off of you. Sometimes when you start acting even weirder than normal, there's this gross, rotten fruit kind of smell there, too. Care to explain why you smell like blood?" Valence raised a single brow bone, "I stopped by that new meat place in town and picked up some beef. The butcher was a human, so maybe he cut himself or something while he was working." The guard scowled at him, his tone gaining a much sharper edge than before, "Wrong again. That's a monster shop, run only by monsters, not by humans. And also, cow blood is completely different from human blood. I've smelled both before, and they're really easy to tell apart."

Valence unconsciously took a step back, his gaze darkening as he smirked, his own tone becoming malicious, "Because you've killed countless humans in the war, I know. Did you keep track of how many potentially innocent lives you took, or were you running solely off of mindless bloodlust?" Cobalt was momentarily taken aback, glancing away from Val, "...If it was up to me, I wouldn't have killed any of them. That's not the kind of guy I am." Valence shook his head, choosing to mock the soldier, "Oh, I know. The big bad, evil princess of darkness made you do it, didn't she? How truly awful of her. Does Chimera know what you've done?" Upon hearing his friend's name, Cobalt squared his shoulders and made a sound in confirmation, "Yeah, she knows. I make it a point not to keep secrets from her."

The taller skeleton reached out, his grin condescending as he patted Cobalt's head and cooed, "Awe, how thoughtful of you. I'm glad you're so open with her!" Cobalt growled and slapped his hand away, glaring up at him. As the scent of rotting fruit began to waft out of the house, he hissed, "Listen, Val. You might've gone on a few dates with her, and yeah, she likes you, but I want you to stay away from her. I want you to stay away, and I want you gone." Valence smirked again, "And what'll you do if I stay? Are you going to run that blade of yours through my body and kill me like you did to those humans?" Cobalt faltered, and when words failed him, he summoned his sword and drew it, trying to maintain at least the appearance of being confident, "If that's what it takes to keep you away from Chimera, then yeah, I will. Something about you is off, and every time you're around, all the red flags immediately go up. I don't trust you, not even a little bit. I wouldn't trust you to take care of another person, let alone Chimera. She deserves so much better than lying, manipulative, scheming bastards like you."

Another unseen person made a sound in agreement, "For once, I believe you're right. She does deserve better." Val jerked in surprise, momentarily freezing as a set of glowing green eyes peered at him from the shadows under a tree that sat in his yard. As the demon in the shadows presented himself, he crossed his arms over his chest, calmly approaching the two skeletons. As he drew nearer and nearer, Cobalt made a face, noticing the way the scent of rotting fruit began to rapidly fade away. Recognizing the demon almost immediately, Val scoffed, "Oh, please. The social reject is trying to tell me to stay away from Chimera now, too? Listen, buddy. This has nothing to do with you. It'd be in your best interest if you minded your own business." Diamondback tilted his head, "On the contrary, this has everything to do with me. You can either be a good little brat and get lost, or I'll have to teach you how to listen better. Which will it be?" Valence let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eye lights, "I'm not going anywhere, ok Gramps? This is my house, and this is where I live. Nothing is gonna change that. Not when I've already settled in so well." Without warning, Diamondback warped through the space between them, backing Val further into his house.

As Val tried to slam his front door shut, one of the demon's hands caught it and he hummed, "Please don't make this difficult. I'm really not in the mood to be doing this right now." Struggling with the door and quickly noticing how much stronger the demon was than him, Valence panicked and snapped, "Then why bother?! Just go home already!" Diamondback's body warped beneath the door easily in the form of a shadow, and before Val had any time to process what was happening, a hand gripped the front of his shirt, forcibly dragging him closer. Making sure to expose his fangs as he spoke, Diamondback hissed, "I don't appreciate you taking that tone with me, Valence. Bark one more order at me, and I'll be taking your jaw. Now, you already heard me when I told you to leave, correct?"

The skeleton nodded, and Diamondback continued, "Good. I have another thing I'd like you to do for me, if you'd be so kind." Val nodded his head, his voice much softer than he would've liked, "Y-Yeah, sure. What is it?" Diamondback's bored, slightly annoyed expression shifted, a knowing look in his eyes as he offered Val a small smirk, flashing his fangs at him again, "Tell Othni that he's not very good at hiding. Even if I can't see him, I can smell him, and he smells like shit."

#writing #tw blood #tw light gore #tw mild violence #tw implied abuse #diamondback.exe #othni.exe #cobalt.exe #valence bandersnatch #four horsemen of the apocalypse #riders of the apocalypse #undertale #undertale au

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True Bloodlust Ch 10

The Hunt Begins

Finally, that violence and blood you've been craving is finally gifted. It's high time you show your true worth to the Phantom Troupe, and your worth to Feitan. (AO3)

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Itching with anticipation, in unison Feitan, Phinks, and Nobunaga scooch to the edge of their seats watching everything play out on the plasma screen before them. Feitan stared at the television with ever-growing focus, his aura growing more intense by the second. Phinks and Nobunaga shared a glance at each other, smirking inwardly at how Feitan was losing his usual composure over you.

Back at the gala, you too were itching with anticipation. Fidgeting and unable to stay still, Shalnark slinked his muscular arm around your waist and pulled you near.

“You scared?” He whispered teasingly.

“Hell no! I want something to happen already.” You whisper screamed in response. Back at the base Chrollo shook his head, humming contently to himself at your words.

“Much like Uvogin,” he thought to himself. Down the hall the rest of the Spiders gave quiet commentary, making bets and guesses on your ability and its limits.

“I don’t care what they can do, so long as they pull their own weight.” Machi comments, attempting to seem uninterested in the little game her comrades were making out of this.

“Jealous already, Machi?” Hisoka purred into her ear after lifting a pink lock of hair out of his way. Machi swatted his hand away before returning her attention to the screen.

“I’m not jealous, jeez. I’m just not making a game out of something so serious. They’re clearly inexperienced when it comes to stealth.” Machi analyzed your body language, only an idiot would be able to ignore your bloodlust, you can’t even hold yourself still.

“Ooh~ I understand, you’re worried about your new friend?” Hisoka says, an air of delight melting into his words. He leans back onto his hands, stifling his giggles at Machi’s flushed cheeks and muttered words.

“Pay attention.” She spat, ending the conversation abruptly. Machi came to like you pretty quick, you were excitable, but still there was a weakness she couldn’t quite pinpoint about you. She’d hate to see you die so soon. You need discipline to make it in the Spiders. She hopes you aren’t as disposable as you seem right now.

Truthfully, many of the other Spiders, Phinks and Nobunaga including were having the same thoughts. Were you capable? Was the reason you were so quickly allowed into the Phantom Troupe because you were going to die on your first mission so it didn’t matter?

Yes, that was exactly what Chrollo figured would happen. In truth, the reason the Glam Gas Land Mafia are at the gala in waves this evening is because Chrollo Lucilfer himself had them hired. For if you and Shalnark are to fail, Chrollo still wins a check at the end of the night. He loses nothing from this bet. However, if you prove yourself, he gains the check and a new member strong enough to have earned their spot amongst the Spiders.

If this task proves too much for Shalnark alone, he’ll send Feitan and the others for back up and kill everyone in attendance, despite the initial call for no violence. Chrollo simply can’t lose a thing in this scenario. It’s entertaining for one.

…

“Well, you got your wish. Someone’s coming this way, act normal.” Shalnark warns inconspicuously. It was true, to you and Shalnark’s left was a large burly man, shaved head and a menacing ragged scar decorating his sharp strong jaw.

He had to be just shy of Franklin’s height, you imagined. He trudged fourth, a stern look on his face. He’s what you would imagine a caveman to look like, strong brow bone, a permanent scowl. Intimidating to most but an intriguing challenge to you.

His hulking figure cast a shadow over your form, your eyes panned up to evenly hold his stare. Almost as if you two were testing each other’s strength though shared eye contact, but something about your eyes were so sinister and empty the stranger had to look away.

Your smirk spread just a fraction wider at that small win, Feitan’s smirk mimicked yours little did you both know. Nothing got past his keen eye, he noticed the way the Mafia man shivered under your piercing gaze, Feitan only wished he could see that look in person.

However, before he could have anymore lewd imaginations the man before you finally spoke, addressing Shalnark.

“You two don’t look like you’re from around here...” He says, cracking his knuckles to look threatening.

“We’re not.” Shalnark responds slyly, giving a soft smile that his big round eyes match perfectly. You smile as well, and it would look more genuine if not for your narrowed soulless eyes.

“Hm. Well, outsiders weren’t welcome.” He grunts back, nodding to his other men to come join him. Two more large men, nearly identical to the first circle around you both.

“How’s about we go talk in private?” The man asks smugly.

“Sounds lovely.” You coo, following after the man dutifully. The two of you are led away from the main ballroom and closer towards the back of the building, empty and abandoned corridors at every corner. Perfect for the job that lies ahead.

The further away you walked the more men you noticed filing in behind you both. Shalnark wasn’t necessarily nervous but he was beginning to understand that this job would become more difficult than he’d like to admit. You however, were feeling giddy. Finally, a real job, bloodshed, a fight, something you’ve longed for for so long. Only thing that could make it better were if Feitan were present. You wanted nothing more than to fight along his side, to impress him further.

But for now, tonight, you needed to focus and show your worth to your new Boss. Without stealing a glance behind you, at lightning speed your nailed sharpened with channeled nen and you sliced a small cut on the back of the Mafia boss’s neck.

To the untrained eye your movements were too fast to detect, simply looking like a trick of the light to the men following after you, if they caught that at all. You made sure to show the camera that was situated in your fake glasses the small drop of cherry red blood before ingesting it. You hummed at the flavor; it was sweet like candy.

You desperately wanted more from him.

Behind you, Shalnark has already stuck 2 pins in the men directly behind you. That leaves just ten men here that are free of being controlled for the time being. The Mafia Boss opened large double doors at the end of the hallway that led outside of the fancy hotel the gala was being held at.

The brutes filed out after you both and surrounded you and Shalnark. The boss rounded on the two of you, pulling a gun from out of his pants waistband.

“Do you want to die quickly or not?” He asked, not sparing you both a second glance.

“What about you?” You asked, rocking back and forth on your heels. Stifling your giggles through pursed lips.

"Childish glee," Chrollo commented to himself.

The man simply quirked his thick brow at you before stopping in his tracks and coming to stand in front of you hoping to use his height as an intimidation tactic.

“I said, what about you? Do you want to die quickly or be my toy for the night? Your blood tastes so sweet, I hope we can play longer–” You say flicking some dust off of his broad chest. He roughly swatted your hand away before grabbing you by the collar.

“I don’t know what you’re on but I ain’t dying tonight!” He barked lifting you by your collar until you struggled to keep yourself grounded.

“I don’t have the time to keep you, it has to be tonight.” You pouted, and before he could form words to respond back to you, you cut him off.

“Think about it a bit while I borrow your body.” With that you clasped your hands together and took control, gently the Mafia boss released your collar and set you back on the ground carefully. He pulled out his revolver, aiming it to colleague’s head.

Before the rest of the Mafia men could comprehend what was going on, you made him pull the trigger. Shalnark jumped out from the sea of men, pulling out his bat phone to begin using his subjects. The two of you used your three men to shoot and kill the other ten ruffians and subsequently the two that Shalnark was manipulating.

Tears could be seen streaming down the Boss’s ashen cheeks. His lip bobbed pitifully as he wept, unable to control his body and stop the casualties.

“Good job!” You exclaim, nudging Shalnark with your elbow playfully.

“Though, I’m sure there’s more guys inside just waiting on us,” the Boss’s eyes widened a fraction and darted towards you, fearful.

“Yup, that just about confirms it, let’s keep this one of course and take the dead one’s guns.” You explain, Shalnark allows you to take the lead given that this is your test and all.

You release the man, only for a moment as you massage your temple. Controlling your puppets in this manner causes immense strain on the mind, and you were sure to take more puppets along the way. The Mafia Boss ran only a few steps before you sliced a deeper gash on the back of his neck. So deep, he’d need stitches if he were going to survive this at all.

He barked in pain before his body went stiff in time with the clap of your hands meeting once again to regain control. The bond was stronger now, the more blood the better the control, yet the more strain on you in turn. But you didn’t mind, you can handle the excruciating headache later.

You turned the Mafia man around to face you once more, his face was blank but, in his mind, he was screaming bloody murder. The look on your face was sickening and horrifying, he’d never been more afraid. Are you human? That grin that for sure could split your face in half at any moment, the glazed look in your eyes, you licked your lips, traces of his blood dripping down your chin. You moaned at the flavor sinfully, causing Feitan’s pants to grow tighter around him.

“Tsk.” He sucked his teeth, evidently growing more frustrated that he couldn’t be out there with you enjoying himself.

“Let’s go have some fun.” You said, before both you and Shalnark reentered the venue with your puppet, ready to claim that prize check by any means necessary.

#True Bloodlust #feitan x reader #feitan portor #feitan #hxh #Hunter X Hunter #blood mention #trigger warning #blood #death mention

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Hello! Your answer to that last request absolutely ruined me (in the best way possible)

If you'd like to leave it completely ambiguous that's fine, but I was wondering about an Impulse POV of what goes through his mind when he wakes up and sees Tango? Depending on whether the game ends immediately after that, whether him and Brody have to do something extra to end the game, or if you want to go full bad ending and have the game carry on in that broken state forever.... It could be very different each way, but I'd certainly love to read that aftermath if you would enjoy writing it (because obviously I'm not in enough pain already :D /s)

this is a sequel to this one :D very glad that two of my favourite requesters liked it enough to ask for a follow up!

I also love my Patented Vaunna Uncertain Endings (as Shade put it lol) bc it leads to at least one person yelling at me and at least one follow-up request demanding to know what happens (/pos ofc i love all you guys’ requests)

also yes i’m so sorry Raven i only just realised i wasnt following you asdfghjkl i thought i already was

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Impulse opens his eyes. Letting out a groan, he sluggishly pushes himself into a sitting position. His head feels like it’s being clamped in a vice, but he has enough wits to register the scene in front of him.

Tango is lying in a pool of blood just a foot away from him, arm outstretched towards him as if trying to reach him.

He can’t stop staring at his best friend’s body. Tango is clearly dead, and Impulse remembers causing it. So why hasn’t the game ended? It should have ended when Brody killed Endless, but it didn’t. Now the only two people left on the ship are the two imposters. There’s literally nothing else that can be done to end the game, except…

Impulse glances down at Tango’s tablet, then at the upload panel. At this point, he’ll do anything to end this game, even if it means losing.

So he picks up Tango’s tablet, ignoring the almost painful tingle shooting through his hand. The game’s code is uncomfortable with him picking up a crewmate’s tablet. And even though he can’t see the screen, he knows what the last task is. So he hopes that the game will let him complete it. There shouldn’t be any protocols in place to stop this; after all, when would an imposter EVER want to do a crewmate’s task?

“What are you-?” comes Brody’s voice suddenly.

Impulse turns to find Brody freezing at the sight of Tango’s body.

“We’re the only two left,” Impulse confirms. “We gotta finish the last task, even if it means we lose. Otherwise we might be trapped here forever.”

Brody slowly nods. He and Impulse are in an odd state; the imposter bloodlust is slowly starting to wear off, leaving him with an uncomfortable mixture of satisfaction and horror at the sight of his old friend’s dead body.

“I think I might throw up,” he groans, turning away and doubling over, hands pressed to his stomach.

Impulse just keeps going with the task, his heart starting to beat faster. He hopes this will work. If it doesn’t…

...he can’t think about that.

As the upload finishes, he squeezes his eyes shut and holds his breath.

He feels something shift around him…

…and when he opens his eyes, he finds himself back in the lobby.

But only one other person is there with him.

Impulse and Brody slowly look around the room, registering their situation, before simultaneously meeting each other’s gaze.

“This is really bad,” says Brody after a moment, stating aloud what they’re both thinking.

Impulse nods, trying and failing to suppress the feeling of cold terror rapidly growing in his stomach. “Y-Yeah. Where are our friends and why aren’t they here?”

Recalling Etho teaching him how to access the code, Brody pulls up the admin screen. Impulse anxiously watches him tap away at it.

“Is it possible to go back to that exact game?” he asks hesitantly.

“I think so. Gimme a sec.”

After a tense few minutes, an open doorway appears in the side of the lobby. Through it, Impulse can see the Skeld cafeteria.

“I’ve altered your code slightly so you should be able to see and hear ghosts,” Brody says. “Go see if you can find out where our friends are. I’ll stay here and make sure you don’t get trapped there.”

Impulse takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Good luck, my friend.”

“I’m gonna need it.”

Impulse carefully steps through the door, half expecting it to vanish behind him. But to his relief, it doesn’t.

Where the heck is he supposed to start?

After a moment, Impulse goes into admin. But the admin table tells him nothing except his own location. Next, he rushes over to security. Again, however, the cameras yield nothing useful.

Time for Plan C.

“SKIIIIIIIIIZZ!” Impulse shrieks, running madly through the hallways. “TANGOOOO! ETHOOOOOOOOOO!”

For a worrying minute or so, there’s no replies at all.

Then…

“Impulse!”

He skids to a halt in the hallway between weapons and shields, his head automatically snapping round to face the direction he heard the voice yell his name from.

That’s when he sees two ghosts flying towards him from navigation. “Tango! Etho!”

“Impulse, you can see us?!” yelps Tango. “And hear us?!”

Impulse nods. “Yeah! Oh my gosh, a-are you two okay? I’m so sorry!”

“This isn’t your fault, Impulse,” Etho says firmly. “You were just playing the game. And don’t worry, I’ve managed to save everyone else.”

“What?” Impulse’s heart skips a beat. “How?”

“I was able to access their code and send them back to their respective servers. Skizzle, Joker, Astro, Mrs Tango, Endless, and Evil are all safe.”

“Oh, thank God,” breathes Impulse. “What about you two?”

“I couldn’t manage to access Hermitcraft’s code,” Etho responds. “So I couldn’t send us back there. I think it’s something to do with the firewalls X put up a few years ago.”

“Damnit. What’s going on, Etho? Why’re there so many glitches?”

“I don’t know. But if we get out of this alive, we should definitely give this game a break for a while until it’s fixed.”

“I’ll second that,” Tango mutters. “But wait, how did you get here?”

“Brody managed to open a door here from the lobby. Oh, wait! Maybe you can come through it with me!”

He takes the ghosts to the cafeteria, where the doorway to the lobby is still shimmering.

“Brody, I found Tango and Etho,” Impulse reports to his friend. “Everyone else is safe. Can they come through the doorway?”

Brody hesitates. “They should be able to. Come through first, quickly.”

Impulse goes through the door again and turns back to face his friends.

“Will it be safe for us to come through in ghost form?” Tango asks nervously.

“Ah…” Brody grimaces. “It should be fine.”

Tango is not encouraged by his friend’s tone. “Are you sure?”

“I’m not,” admits Brody. “The likelihood that the game will either glitch or not let you through and delete you forever is worryingly high, but… I think this is the only way. If we don’t give it a go, you’ll be stuck in this weird purgatory forever.”

Tango shoots a glance at Etho, who’s gazing at the doorway anxiously, and makes a quick decision. “I’ll try it first. Then you’ll know if it’s safe for Etho or not.”

“What?” Etho glances sharply at him. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. 100%. I’m terrified outta my mind right now, but there’s no way I’m watching you go through that thing and disappear forever. No way in hell.”

Not daring to meet Etho’s eyes, Tango turns to the doorway and takes a deep breath.

“Tango, wait.”

Tango pauses and turns back to his friend. “Yeah?”

After a moment, Etho grabs him in a hug. “If we never see each other again, I want you to know that I’ve cherished every second with you and I’m honoured to call you my friend.”

Tango blinks, a lump rising in his throat. “D-Don’t. You’re gonna make me cry.” But he hugs his friend back. “I love you, buddy.”

Finally, he releases Etho and turns to look at Impulse through the doorway. Their gazes meet and Tango sees his own fear reflected in Impulse’s eyes.

“See you on the other side,” he says, his voice cracking audibly. “One way or another.”

With that, he steps through the doorway.

#friday night stabby #tangotek #impulsesv #brodyman #etho #vaunna’s requests

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doodlers-journal · 4 years

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Vampire fic

Time squinted his eyes towards the old man dressed down in a ruined overcoat, heavily stylised vollbart beard that stretched past under his chin with upwardly pointy sideburns, and shoes showing very little signs of wear and tear. Clearly must've been a recent pair. Silently dropping his eye level to his fresh cup, eyes half mast, forcing his ears to listen to the murmurs and rumors that spread only just half past 7. With the recent curfew being forced upon its citizens, even he wasn't expecting this, but it was for the good of its citizens. Silently Eon wondered what he was going to do with the recent news he received from Zelda. Silently he wasn't sure why he liked certain things that most people don't like. Though really he isn't too surprised, especially with several deaths now being found outside of the city's gates. Even a sit down bar was a rare case these days. Away from the door and from the music. It wasn't a table for most patronages to drink, especially given its reputation. Even today, the candle light is low and dim, barely any light flickered over his form. Eon wasn't sure how he was going to do this even with his enchanted blade and crossbow. Lately he's been avoiding as many main roads as possible. Both from the angry-scared mobs and the guards. He knew the risks, especially with how scared everyone is. People not trusting anyone other than their own small circles of family. Rumors of Ganondorf coming back, werewolves terrifying farmers out far east, and some weird cult… but as far as the letter from Zelda said. It doesn't seem like it was any of those. Setting his cup down, he silently pulled out the once sealed letters from Zelda. Dear Hero of Time, I have some things I need personally taken care of. Silently. I will pay handsomely for your future success when dealing with this matter. I will warn you now, you will not be the only one who has been hired underneath my name. If you do meet any of the other hunters, do show them the royal family seal that has been gifted to you. There is a second page, a detailed explanation of what I need done. I do need this done by the end of ¹Winterfylleth. From Princess Zelda Hyrule.

Rereading the letter again, he stared at the second page. With Time's vast knowledge of monsters he wasn't so sure on what type of hellish creature he was dealing with. None of them looked or sounded like anything he has dealt with. Almost all the victims were bloodless, pale, and shrunken. Almost mummified, which has thrown all of his monster knowledge in a loop. And from the few testimonial reports, it still wasn't clear on what he was dealing with.

Silently, he knew it couldn't have been lynels since they rarely bite and they generally used weapons. It also couldn't be werewolves since as far as he is aware, are not real so that is ruled out. Though it could've been a small group of keeses, but even that is a bit of a stretch.

'Three down, but how many are left?' He thought grimly to himself, racking his brain for more details. Trying his hardest to remember any monsters that could've matched these markings or killing style.

Not for one to lose himself in hopelessness, Eon decided upon himself to track these creatures down. But it wouldn't be anytime soon. As soon as he put the letters away, there was a dry cough. Silently he raised one eyebrow at the stranger, now noticing more details about the man before him.

Red hair, bushy eyebrow but angular, big rounded nose, and deep but clear blue eyes. Eon wasn't sure why, but he almost wanted to punch this man's face in. Clicking his tongue, he picked his cup back up. The man's eyes darted to the empty seat across from him and back to Time's eyes. Pulling his drink away, he moved his cupped hand towards the chair, completely half-assed 'come sit down'. Hearing the old man take his seat, Time closed his eyes, slowly letting himself to drift along with the music, before allowing himself to stare at his new drinking companion.

For a minute he thought he was going to be lucky. However the silence between them didn't last as the old man drifted his eyes back to him.

"I don't suppose you've heard of the recent deaths," silently Time felt like it was a trap. However he needed some more information, though he isn't sure if this man would know anything useful.

Weighing out his options there wasn't much that could persuade him otherwise, deciding to entertain the old man, he hummed confirming the mans not so subtle statement.

"Been hearing all kinds of talk but," Pausing for a mere moment, "I don't suppose you heard anything different, then?"

Silently he wasn't sure what he should be expecting, there was only three new deaths. Small hylian family out by the west, all died the same way. Though this death is a little bit more clearer.

The dead family encountered something, it chased after them, the man in the group tried to fight it off but eventually lost. The other two weren't too far away from the dead man. Judging from the bite marks, blood stained clothes, and other wounds. This was a bloodlust creature but it still doesn't clear up what kind of creature it is.

The old fellow chuckled as he pulled out his crossbow, but it wasn't like any normal crossbow. It was made specifically to handle something that even his own crossbow couldn't do. Made of silver and some other darker metal work, it had a slight shimmering hues of purple and blue. Silently Time wasn't sure if this was a sign or not, softly he cursed himself hoping to play his cards right.

"Something different? Hmm… a young lad like you shouldn't be in this line of work." Feeling his eyebrows pinch together scowling, pursed lips, and disapproval etched deep within his soul.

"What you do is what you do but don't play a hero, boy. Especially when you don't understand what you are dealing with." Old geezer stated plainly, almost too dry as his eyes showed how unimpressed he was.

Silently Time tried to keep his hands from clenching, trying to not break his cup, trying not to punch this old man's face in. The air around their little table was tense, cold, and somehow venomous.

#Vampire Time fic #Vampire fic #Snippet #Tw: death mentioned

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