#duncan vizla imagine

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Speak in Flowers

Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Includes: Victor Creed (Sabertooth), Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers (Captian America), Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Clark Kent (Superman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Orm Marius, Joker, Duncan Vizla (Polar)

All my knowledge about the flowers I found on this link

Enjoy this little fluff piece!

Victor Creed (SABERTOOTH)

PINK CAMELLIA: Longing for you

Victor lives his long life with little to no memories, as most are filled with shocking trauma and events. As years passed and you met him, he was emotionally stunned, fearing what to say and show. The relationship was blooming and bubbling into a fresh memory Victor did not want to miss, but his life did not build him that way. Books helped a lot to him, for him to communicate in ways he needed to express to you his love, his devotion, and his happiness.

You keep every single post-it note, notes in your books, phone, and bathroom mirror he has left. Victor wished to show more of himself in small ways. And therefore, he went for a long walk around the city trying to find a token he could present to you with pride. And then he stopped in front of a flower shop, not looking at all the roses it had on display but at the daintiest petals—pink Camellia. An older lady approaches him, saying.

"Their meanings are Longing For You."

Victor's mind clicks, "I'll buy it."

Returning home, he presents the flowers to you with a slightly spoken tone "I thought of you when I saw them."

Loki

HONEYSUCKLE: Bonds of Love

Ever since Loki decided to take the position as Thor's right hand in governing New Asgard, he inescapably made date nights a fantasy to have. Seeing him several times a month and a few weekly calls doesn't leave much to it. It was as heavy for Loki as for you. Two lovers from different realms trying to make it work. With that, the distance made Loki a nuisance to your delivery man. Every day at 11 am, at your door with a package in hand. At this point in time, you are on a first-name basis.

"Morning, Y/n. Back again."

"Morning, Stephen. Thanks again. Have a cookie."

Loki sent small things that could be delivered easier and faster so you could feel his presence somehow. Most of the packages held a few popular treats, accompanied by letters from him depicting how his day was and always, at the end, writing how much he misses you and cannot wait to have you in his arms. In a new package from today, this one was the most fascinating. Opening the brown box, Hologram butterflies exited the box flying around the room, glowing slightly green as they dispersed into thin air. Looking down, you see delicate branches colored with pink and orange petals, each branching out in their own direction, forming a halo-like shape. Opening your phone, you snap a picture and google search for its name

"Honeysuckles? Hmm...Thanks, Wikipedia. Now let us see the meaning."

Bonds of love.

"Oh, how I miss you, Loki."

Thor

MARJORAM: Joy and happiness

Thor was in a tight position. He was now leading New Asgard on Earth and managed to convince you to try and live in this new area so you could be with him. Not ready to fully move there, you decided to live there for the next 3 months, taking a well-deserved break from work. Living there was a new experience, and you were there to witness the city's first town meeting, first competitions, first restaurant openings, and, as of this moment, the first festival with Thor in hand. Even Loki was there looking somewhat happy but primarily absent.

"You good, Loki?"

"A bit. Seeing the Asgardian people happy makes me joyous, but I miss my lover."

"When are you seeing them?"

"In a few days. They do not know. It will be a surprise."

You looked at him, offering a comforting hug as the people walked around enjoying themself. The sky rumbled, announcing Thor's imminent arrival. Thor's step continued to rumble, and Loki stepped away from you, joining the crowd. Thor was now in front of you, smile beaming and hands full of... green leaves?

"MY DARLING!!" Thor shouted

"Thor...no need to shout. I am in front of you."

"Excuse me! Here you go!"

Thor offers the bouquet of green leaves to you. You accept, sniffing the faint smell of herbs.

"Are these used for... cooking?"

"Yes, I mean, no. Well, the nice lady in the flower shop told me they complement any meat, fish, or vegetable."

"Thanks, I guess..."

"That is not the point of those flowers. Their meanings are Joy and Happiness. Which I feel those feelings when I am with you."

Thor explained nervously, glancing at you with hearty eyes, hoping you would like them as much as he loves you.

"I love you... and the flowers." you replied

Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider)

BLUE AND RED SALVIA: I think of you/ Forever mine

Bucky loves love. Because of you. He cherished the moments he got to experience in this new modern life when he thought it would be a throw-away line. He adored each of those love-filled moments and loved making them even more. Bucky had a small notebook at all times with him where he wrote each moment he did with you, keeping an excellent timeline as well as future notes on what he should do next time. While looking at his notebook, he noticed the lack of gift-giving, especially flowers. Flowers for Bucky where a personalized and live-like message for your lover. And therefore, he decided to find flowers that were the definition of BUCKY. Walking to market place, Bucky walked among the fresh fruits and produce, looking and thinking until his gaze was filled with so many flowers. Stopping at the sight, Bucky hears a thoughtful voice inquiring

"Looking for a unique flower?"

"Yes, for my partner. Something that would depict me as a flower, if there is a flower like that." Bucky speaks self-doubt lacing his voice

"Of course there is; flowers speak many languages."

Bucky nodded, looking at the flowers stopping at two different versions of the same densely packed tubular flowers with velvety leaves. Red and blue.

"Those are Salvia. The red ones mean 'Forever Mine', and the blue ones mean 'I Think Of You'. Hummingbirds and butterflies love them."

"I do call Y/n hummingbird from time to time." Bucky whispered while taking out his wallet to pay, "I'll take them both."

Arriving in a better mood back home, Bucky found his love lounging on the couch. Walking to you with light ninja steps, he placed the flowers in front of you.

"Suprise!"

Steve Rogers (Captian America)

HOLLY: Defense, Domestic Happiness

Steve was on many missions, which were given with his work/lifestyle. So he relished in it when he was home with you. His housewife kink was really showing (if you know what I mean *wink wink*). He adored it when he was doing the laundry with you, doing the dishes, decorating the room the way you like, and planting new herbs and vegetables in your garden. Steve was sold on the whole fantasy he has with you. And he wanted you to show you that. Everyday. Every second.

With that, Steve went on a hunt to find flowers he knew would communicate that. Steve hopped onto a public train in his best 'don't look at me, I know I am famous' disguise, glimpsing at the passing city inching closer to the town center and hopping off his stop going towards a flower shop as he goes cautiously to the lady

"Good day, ma'am. The name is Frank Castle, and I am looking for a flower that would communicate that I love my home and my partner." Steve said, trying not to be suspicious of his 'real name.'

"That name rings a bell, but you don't seem familiar from the photos I have seen of 'Frank.'" The lady says with a hint of suspicion in her voice, looking at the tall blonde up and down. But he wasn't the only one who appeared in front of her with a fake name, and she was a pro at sniffing out a fake. Nonetheless, she wasn't going to put the man in a tight spot.

"Is there a flower you like? Any flower that speaks to you?" She asked. Steve, I mean Frank, looks at the flowers, seeing all kinds of colors and textures in an ecstasy of nature's artistic expression. Finding a dainty four-petal flower so tiny and minuscule an untrained eye would not catch its beauty.

"That is a Holly. They mean 'Defense' and 'Domestic Happiness'." Steve smiled at the flowers that were the size of a pin, smiling gleefully, "I'll take them."

Walking back home with a bouquet in hand, steve opens the door seeing Y/n making dinner. "Y/n? Turn around." Turning around, steve smiles at your surprised smile, appearing in a second when seeing the flowers.

"A little something so you know what I feel when I am with you."

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

IRIS: Faith, Trust, Wisdom, Hope, Valor

Bruce knew he had it good with you. Really good. You were so, so SO understanding of him, his actions, and his double life. Not even once doubting him but being there with him. Bruce wanted you to know how much he loves you for that, and there were so many ways he could show you that. Trips, gifts, new adventures in new parts of the world, you name it, he will give it to you in seconds. But Bruce remembered that the smallest things mean the most, something he learned from his father when he saw him give his mother flowers every single day when returning from work. As Bruce was in his 'day' office, he called up a number of the oldest flower shop in Gotham, knowing the owner quite well.

"Mr. Wayne. Good to hear from you." The lady said happily

"Mrs. Flowerbottom. Always good to hear from you as well. I would need your expertise. I have been with my lover for a few months now, and I would like some flowers that describe them."

"Of course. And how would you describe your lover, Mr. Wayne?" "They are smart, brave, trust me, and I trust them, and quite simply, they are my hope for a better future." The lady chuckles at the honey-covered words from the billionaire former playboy looking at flowers that describe y/n to the bone.

"I am looking at them right now. Would you like to add a note?" "Yes, it would be: "Thank you for being yourself. I love you with all my strength and heart. Yours always, Bruce.""

Hanging up and finishing up the day, Bruce entered his car smiling, knowing that in a few hours, his lover will a unique surprise back in their shared home. Arriving back at Wayne manor. Bruce looks at the enormous bouquet of Hydrangeas standing proudly in the middle of the living room, a small note with a definition of irises at the bottom of the bouquet

IRIS: Faith, Trust, Wisdom, Hope, Valor

The keys jingle again as you enter, seeing Bruce standing next to the bouquet, saying softly

"These are for you."

Clark Kent (Superman)

YARROW: Everlasting love

Clark was a Boy Scout. Everyone called him that; the man was a boy at heart personified. His smile never dropped, he was always ready to help others, and he was a lovesick puppy at heart. So lovesick. Clark breathed you. His demeanor changed completely when he was with you. He was and still is diving head-first into the relationship. Telling you about his plans with you having a house, having kids, and an all-around perfect life. He wanted it with you.

Clark made it his everlasting task to bring you home flowers every day after work. To show you that he loves you to the ends of the universe and back. One day when he was going to his usual flower shop he saw new flowers, flowers that weren't there yesterday. And those flowers beckoned him to come closer, sniff them, and be entranced in their intoxicating smell. "They are called Yarrow." the lady said, smiling at the glasses-wearing dork. "They mean Everlasting Love."

Clark smiles at the yellow droplet-like flowers taking them in hand and smelling the sweet and tangy fragrance. Waving the lady goodbye, promising to arrive again tomorrow as he heads home to his love. Hearing the door open, you walk towards Clark, ready to give him his welcome home kiss, but before you can do that, Clark shows you yellow flowers with the tangiest smell.

"For my everlasting love."

Arthur Curry (Aquaman)

ASTER: Symbol of Love and Daintiness

Arthur loved to scare and surprise you. He loved to go behind the couch to scare you and then present you with a small gift to make you not angry at him. Trinkets such as seashells, funny coffee mugs, or even t-shirts were out of context and confusing. It was funny, really. And sometimes Arthur can go overboard with the scares to the point where you get mad at him and make him sleep on the couch. Like today, Arthur woke up with a stiff neck and aching back while you were well-slept and making yourself your morning tea. Arthur messed up big time, and he was on a mission to make it better by the end of the day. Running like a headless chicken to town, Arthur zoomed past people startling them along the way. Halting to a stop, he sees his salvation, a flower shop. Walking inside, he is greeted by a lady seeing him disheveled and out of breath.

"Please, help me. I messed up with my dove, and I need your best flowers." He pleaded

"Look around the store and see what flower catches your attention." Looking around the room, Arthur spins a few times around, his mind starting to blur, dizziness taking over his decision process. Slowing down, his body turns to a corner of the room with purple-colored daisy flowers.

"The daisies!" Arthur exclaimed, pointing at them like a 3-year-old kid. The lady chuckles as she walks over to them, taking them out of the vase. "They are called Asters. They mean Symbol of Love and Daintiness."

"Well, my dove is dainty and my symbol of love. I'll take them." You watch from the window as Arthur walks back home with flowers in hand, a big smile on his face. The door unlocks, and you make yourself busy by staring blankly at your book as Arthur inches closer, extending his hand which held the flowers. Looking at him, uninterested, he says

"They are called Asters. They are symbols of Love and Daintiness. And to me, you are both. And I am sorry to scare you so much, and I love you."

"....fine. I accept your apologies.Dumbass."

Orm Marius

CALLA LILY : Beauty

Orm had a first relationship with a human. A surface dweller. Someone he held no positive emotions, and yet...he was smitten. So much so that he decided to live with them a few days a week as a start. Orm felt himself stumble into a new world, a world where some souls expressed themself with care, actions, words, or even presents, the most popular being flowers. As Orm walked around town with his chosen love, he saw a flower shop looking at the offers they had. Letting go of Y/n's hand, he walks over using the given time while Y/n's distracted by the fountain waterworks. Stepping closer, he stops at tubular shape flowers.

"They are Calla Lilly. They are extraordinary flowers." the lady working speaks to Orm. "Why are they special?" Orm asks, looking confused at the white flowers.

"They mean beauty. In their own language," she explained.

"The flowers have their own language?"

"Yes, in a way. The flowers you give to your loved ones can be interpreted in a special way beyond the aesthetic." Orm thought for a second before taking out 5 dollars." I have one paper on this currency. Is that enough to cover the whole store?"

The lady laughed at his bluntness as she took the bill and handed him 3 Lillies. "No, but it gives you 3 calla lilies."Orm grunts at his failure but nonetheless smiles as he walks back to Y/n, handing the Lillies.

"These are for you, my beauty."

Joker

YELLOW JASMINE: Grace and Elegance

J tried to keep his job away from you. he tried to divide his "job" away from your eyes, ears, and hands. But it was not something he had complete control over it. Most of the time, he arrived bruised and bloodied while you played nurse. And he wanted to show you in his own way what you mean to him. So he took you in his purple Lamborghini towards the end of the city, a place that would not be considered part of Gotham, a shrouded place, abandoned houses, people looking at you like with a predator-like gaze. Joker held your hand as you walked towards a tiny restaurant you would surely miss if you did not see the small sign at the bottom of the floor spelling out 'Eat in, not out'.

Entering the place, you and J sit next to each other, and you start to ask questions. This wasn't the place where you two would usually go. No glitz and glamour, expensive tiny dishes that would cost an arm and leg, views that would depict the whole Gotham feeling as if you were running the town. It was all swapped with a one-room-sized restaurant without photos, calendars showing the year 2012, and an elderly woman standing in front of you

"Good to see you, J." She spoke her voice gravely, but her perfume was flowery intoxicating

"And you as well, Mrs. Flowerbottom. For tonight I brought my special person here, and I would like your best dish combo."

Mrs. Flowerbottom smiled lovely at you moving back into the kitchen, and you felt just more question bubble in you.

"You come here often?" You asked, looking at him with more question marks in your eyes.

"I was living here at one point. When I had no money when I was younger, I slept on the floor where we are. This place means a lot to me."

While J spoke, Mrs. Flowerbottom brought out chicken soup on a tray, the bowls big enough for 3 people. And next to the food on J's side, she puts flowers with the same sweet perfume Mrs. Flowerbottom was shrouded in. The small clusters of starry, pure-white petals with rich green leaves. J takes them giving them to you.

"I know that I am not good with words, but I have learned that yellow jasmines mean grace and elegance. And I will give you that. By opening myself up and my history with you."

Kissing his lips, you reply, "I would love that."

Duncan Vizla (Polar)

LOTUS FLOWER: Purity, Enlightenment, Self-regeneration, and Rebirth

Duncan felt his way of life changed because of you. You two lived in his cabin next to the lake, shrouded in snow, away from people, enjoying nature's ambiance, feeling thankful for the experience you are sharing with your Donut. Duncan felt himself being happy. He enjoys chopping wood outside in the freezing cold, knowing that he is chopping them for a fire where he will sit behind you, telling his stories about when he was 'working' back in the day. But Duncan wasn't too much of a gift-giver. He was still finding himself in this relationship. And while Duncan was chopping wood, he saw you peaking outside the window, a blanket on your shoulder looking so cozy and inviting him in. Seeing you wave and then moving back in the room, Duncan stopped his actions and walked behind the house and behind a few trees into the woods, seeing the small Polly dom he made no bigger than a 1-meter squared cube. Removing the shrouded small man-made pond was holding his hard work. He managed to grow louts flowers in this weather and in this land. But thanks to the guidance of a sweet lady, he did a good job.

"Thank you, Mrs. Flowerbottom." He said into the cold wind. Taking his flowers and putting them in a basket, he walks into his home. The warm ambiance melted off his cold shake. And you see Duncan with a small grin, and you know he did something he shouldn't

"If you killed someone and buried them in the back, I do not want to know, Duncan." Duncan laughs as he hands you the cloth-covered basket.

"I didn't kill anyone, but I did something for you." With a puzzled look, you remove the cloth seeing pink lotus flowers, the fragrance filling your nose."

"When did you buy them?" You asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I didn't. I planted them a few months ago."

"Why louts? They are so hard to grow here."

Duncan sits down, looking at you with a warm smile as he holds your hands, rubbing small circles of comfort.

"Because I learned they mean Purity, Enlightenment, Self-regeneration, and Rebirth... which reminds me of you. And a bit of me as well. More so, the rebirth. I feel like a new man with you, with a new life."

Feeling eyes prickle in your eyes, you say with a soft chuckle, "You really know how to make me ugly cry, Donut."

Hope you liked it! Tell me what you think.-V

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[lostgirlfandom]

Fun and Games

Pairings: Duncan Vizla x GN!Reader

Warnings: mentions of bed time fun times, use of weapons, swear words

Words: 963

After living with Duncan for years by now, you would think he’d be use to your shenanigans.  

But he’s not.  

And that’s fine, because he likes how unpredictable you are. Sometimes, it’s you trying a new recipe.  

Others, it’s the weird times. Like now for instant.

Duncan had stood in the doorway to the living room with a paper bag full of food from the store, staring at you.  

Sitting on the floor with one leg pulled into your body and the other extended out as you leaned down to the floor with scissors and multiple pieces of paper spread out. The floor was cover with uncut photos and some cut photos with bits of edges all over the floor in a mess. The sound of your record player in the background softly echoes in the room. You were very concentrated on your task with your brow frowned and your tongue peeking out from your mouth.  

Duncan very slowly walked over to the kitchen next to the living room and sat the bag down on the table, never taking his eyes off of you.  

“What are you doing?.... and why are you on the floor?” He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of him.  

Without moving or taking your attention from your ‘project’ you speak. “Cutting out faces of all the people I think need to go.... and sticking them to the target practice boards.” Your words are slow as you finish cutting a photo.  

Duncan stays silent but slowly feels more confused but amused at your train of thought.  

“Look, this one gets bonus points if you get them in the dick!” You smile as you show a full body photo of your ex-boss who use to use you before you retired as an assassin.  

You lock eyes with Duncan, who still had his eyebrow raised at you. You smiled ‘innocently’ at him and after another pause of silence. “Wanna join?”  

His face goes back into its usual stoic nature and looks at you. His lip twitch for a moment and then sighs. “I’ll get the wine.”  

-

Twenty minutes later.  

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.  

The sounds of a .9mm hand gun goes off in the middle of the snow-covered land.  

Duncan and you had moved a little way from the house, each using your chosen weapon to aim at the targets about 50 yards from a table with bullet boxes and pictures waiting to be used and some pictures already used.  

Duncan put his gun down and looked at the target and swears under his breath as he is now behind by 10 points.  

You giggle as you wrap your arms around one of his, pressing your forehead into his arm.  

“Getting drunk, old man?” You tease as you reach over and take some sips from your bourbon glass. Having moved on from wine and to harder liquor, you both had finished each a bottle of wine and onto bourbon and whiskey.  

He sighs and shakes his head, but his lips twitched into a half grin. “No, darling. Just a slight buzz.”  

You give a hearty chuckle and go to pick up the next round of photos to go and pin them to the targets. Also having a slight buzz, but just enough to feel giggly.  

“Alright, this one has some bonus points.” You say semi-seriously as you walk back.  

You take your clip out and reload some bullets into the mechanism and then putting it back into the butt of the gun. Then taking the safety off and aiming, making sure your hands are in a good position and then squeezing the trigger when you were ready.  

After emptying the clip, you lowered your gun and looked at the target, only gaining another 10 points. You pursed your lips as you looked over at your lover.  

He tilted his head and nodded. “Not bad, love.” He then did the same process as you did and emptied his clip into his target. Gaining 15 points, he grinned as he looked at you.  

You both finished your glasses and then filled up again. You then clipping the next targets to the stands. Sighing, you turned back to him and found him staring at you as he leaned on his hands on the table.  

You smiled as you walked back to him and kissing his cheek briskly. His eyes shined softly as he watched you.  

You paused as you slowly put the clip back into the gun. Your eyes distant as you lost in thought. “Lets... make a prize for the winner.” You smirked at him playfully.  

He stoically leaned against the table and crossed his arm. “... Continue.”

You smiled and leaned forward. “If I win... you have to do that think I like in bed.... and if you win...” You pause to think, zoning out slightly and biting your tongue in thought.  

“You have to submit to me...” He speaks slowly but a very small smirk grows on his lips.  

You break out of your thoughts and stare at him for a moment. “Deal.”  

You both lean forward and shake each other's hands.  

Turning back to the game with renewed enthusiasm to win, you both glare in determination.  

-

Thirty minutes later... you both are walking back into the house. You have a pout on your lips and your feet are dragging. He is walking with a confident stride and a grin on his face. Both of your cheeks red from drinking and the cold.  

“Can’t believe I lost.... Shit!” You say as you move to the kitchen to make you both hot chocolates.  

“Shouldn’t have doubted me, elskede.” He told you as he sat at the table. 

You sighed.  

Tonight was gonna be long.  

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[entitled-fangirl]

Four days of hell.

Duncan Visla x Swedish!reader

Summary: Duncan curses Blut for involving his neighbor in the man's schemes.

Warnings: torture, blood, inappropriate comments, cursing, name-calling, shooting, idk just Duncan Visla things.

Author's note: I thought it was spelled Vizla, but the closed captions said Visla. Idk. Either way, I guess.

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Duncan was enraged.

Here he was, held up by chains like an animal, awaiting his fate at the hands of Mr. Blut.

And they had taken her in the process.

Y/N.

Mr. Blut walked through the doors, the light revealing little but the bright red of his suit. And behind him was Y/N.

She had a collar wrapped around her neck, the leash being held by the man.

Duncan was ready do make him regret the day he was born.

Mr. Blut handed the leash off to one of the guards who ties it to a nearby pole.

"You hurt me, Mr. Visla. And that cannot be repaid with a swift, impersonal death."

He slowly takes off his jacket as he speaks, replacing it with a transparent apron.

"When the English caught the traitor William Wallace, they dragged him naked through the street for six miles so that peasants could smear their warm, fresh piss and shit on him…"

Duncan didn't even bother paying attention to the man, his eyes resting solely on the girl, as if his gaze would be enough to unlock the chains on the two of them.

The old man remembers the day she came into his life. He has been out splitting logs when he heard a noise coming from around the house next door.

Y/N had fallen outside in the snow, and now sat in it, half embarrassed, half amused.

Although Duncan hadn't noticed the fall, he saw the girl immediately and found himself walking in her direction.

The girl, as it had turned out, had just moved from Sweden, and was trying her luck at a life in America.

Duncan thought her foolish for picking Montana of all places, but he would never say that to her.

In the fall, she had scratched her leg, and hadn't noticed the red seeping into the snow. So, Duncan helped the poor girl into the house. 

And that was eight months ago.

He had grown too fond of the girl since then and he now was cursing himself for it.

"…because the traitor had hurt the king."

Duncan snapped away from his thoughts and back to the situation in front of him. He was dripping sweat as his eyes glared at the man.

"…I guess Wallace hurt England pretty bad," Mr. Blut leaned in towards Duncan, "YOU hurt ME pretty bad, Mr. Visla. I have four days before I have to kill you. Four days of HELL! And on your birthday….

…you die."

Y/N had sat against the pole she was tied to, her eyes focused on Duncan's face. She had never seen the older man like this: focused, angry, and unforgiving. It was a scary sight for her.

But beyond that, she focused on the man in the red suit's words. She was struggling learning all of the English words, and lots of them she had missed just then. But the ones she did catch were the most important ones. 

Something about his birthday and hell and dying.

She continued to watch her neighbor closely. So much so, that she didn't notice the other man shift his gaze to her.

Mr. Blut gave a sick smile as he turned back to Duncan, "I'm going to have a little fun with your lady. And you're gonna watch."

She didn't quite understand what he meant, but she saw Duncan's eyes narrow just slightly.

He held a picture up to Duncan of the girl that was taken earlier, her body in a kneeling position and the man's hand gripped her jaw, his thumb in her mouth. She looked scared and confused in it, and Duncan was ready to murder.

Mr. Blut held up a knife, stabbing the picture into Duncan's chest. 

Duncan let out a groan.

Y/N pushed herself forward slightly, her eyes wide in shock. A small shriek left her lips but she covered it with her mouth.

Mr. Blut moved to his instruments of torture, "So I've given it some thought, and I've decided that we're gonna start…" he held up a small snipping tool, "…with these. Music please."

The man proceeded to cut Duncan's skin to the sound of the bagpipes. 

The sounds of Duncan's wails and cries becoming too much for the girl. She backed herself up against the pole, covering her ears and shutting her eyes tightly.

After what felt like hours, he finally stopped his torture. He pulled the knife from Duncan's body, taking the picture with him. 

"The fun continues tomorrow, Mr. Visla."

He untied Y/N, dragging her out of the room with him.

The door closed, the lights shut off, and Duncan's chains were given slack, making the exhausted man fall to the ground in a slump.

…

The pattern continued for the next three days. The endless torturing, the pained cries, the blood, and the crying girl in the corner.

By the third day, Duncan was entirely disoriented, his eyes not moving as fast as he wanted them to. His body wasn't listening to his brain and he was dying of blood loss.

Mid-torture, Blut's knife broke in Duncan's torso. He cursed at the man, and held up the remaining part of the blade. "You broke my favorite knife."

But Duncan wasn't responding. He could barely keep his eyes open. 

Blut got in his face, "I said, you've broken my favorite— hello?"

He cut at Duncan's cheek to try to get a reaction, but none came.

"I'm obviously not getting through to you, am I?"

And with that, he stabbed the broken blade into Duncan's eye.

Duncan screamed, the deep vibrato echoing in the room.

Y/N let out a shriek, her voice finally coming through. "Sluta! Sluta såra honom!" 

Blut looked over his shoulder, taking the blade from Duncan's eye. He looks back, pulling Duncan's face up by his hair. "The fun continues tomorrow, Mr. Visla."

As he walked back towards the door, he stopped by the girl. He leaned close.

The girl was panting now, her voice now turning soft compared to the shriek she had given earlier, "p…please."

The man kicked at her legs in anger. "You'll learn to shut your fucking mouth, you little whore."

She retreated slightly, her eyes wide.

Blut turned back towards Duncan. "And for your birthday present, Mr. Visla… you get to keep your whore tonight."

And then he left.

…

The silence continued in the space for longer than she would have liked.

Duncan could barely keep his eyes open.

"D…Duncan?"

He let out a groan of recognition at the sound of her voice.

"What did… what were the words he said… about me? I tried to follow but I… it was too fast."

A light hum from the man and a strained, "…No."

She nodded, understanding to keep to herself. 

"Sleep…"

She turned her head to Duncan. "W…what?"

"…sleep."

A nod, and she leaned back against the pillar, letting herself fall asleep.

…

The next day, Y/N awoke to the sound of gunshots. She jumped, her head swiveling to Duncan.

She watched as Duncan fought off the guards. She was unfamiliar with the sound of bones snapping until that day.

She hid as much as she could to avoid the bullets that flew across the room. Duncan stood straight when it was done, his mind now focused, and his body responsive like never before.

He took heavy steps to the girl who now was looking up at him with an unreadable expression.

When he neared her, he took the piece of broken blade in his hand, and stared at the collar, as if asking for permission to touch.

When she nodded, he stood in front of her now, her head tilted up from her place of the ground to look at the ex-assassin.

His fingers lightly ghosted over the scratch on his cheek, his eyes studying it closely.

She let him, unsure of what it was he was doing.

Finally when he deemed her alright physically, he knelt down face-to-face with her, his hand fidgeting with the collar's lock until it opened.

He threw it from her frame, his eyes now ghosting over the bruises that laid under the collar.

He took deep breaths.

"Did he touch you?"

She tilted her head slightly in confusion.

He sighed, "Did he… hurt you in other ways?"

She slowly shook her head.

He left out the biggest sigh of relief. "You're gonna follow me. And you're going to do everything I say without hesitation."

He grabbed her arm, pulling her up with him.

When he hurt more guards climbing the stairs, he pushed up under a table. "Stay there."

He then shot the light box, making the building lose power.

The guards came in slowly and on edge, their flashlights being their only source of light.

Duncan managed to take them out one by one.

When they had been cleared from the room and the outer room, he whistled lowly and the girl slowly emerged, following him down the stairs.

He checked around each corner carefully before leading her through. Once they entered the underground tunnel, he took the fire extinguisher off the wall. "Cover your ears and stay right there."

He threw the extinguisher around the corner and shot it, making the guards both with ringing ears and blind eyes.

After a lot of shooting, she heard his whistle again and moved to follow.

She stepped close to him then felt a hand wrap around her throat from behind, a gun now pointed at her temple.

"Don't move, Visla."

Duncan cursed under his breath and turned around slowly, his calculating eyes taking in the sight, "Give me the girl."

The guard pushed against the girl's already bruised windpipe. "I said don't move."

"Christ…"

The man was shot before Y/N even processed that Duncan had moved.

She felt his body crumple to the ground, his voice pleading.

Duncan stepped to them slowly, taking the man's shirt in his grip. He punched the man harshly.

And again.

And again.

And she let him.

After about six punches, Duncan fell to the ground in exhaustion. 

She knelt down beside him with a gently hand on his upper back.

He finally stood up with her help, and they slowly walked out of their seemingly endless enclosure. 

He pulled her to him, placing a gentle kiss at her temple.

Duncan held her close, and she let him. The blood seeping into her clothes didn't bother her at all.

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Part 2 would be cute :)))

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[bi-bard]

Stupid Mistakes - Duncan Vizla Imagine [Polar]

Title: Stupid Mistakes

Pairing: Duncan Vizla X Reader

Word Count: 1,357 words

Warning(s): Descriptions of violence, use of guns, injury, blood, kidnapping

Summary: People make stupid mistakes. It happens to everyone. However, not everyone will find that their stupid mistakes have deadly consequences.

Author's Note: I spent Valentine's Day watching a crap ton of Mads Mikkelsen projects. I don't know if that's a warning or a promise.

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I was groggy when I woke up.

I blinked a few times, feeling an aching in my arms and shoulders. There were restraints around my wrists, holding me up above the floor.

I looked around at the room of guards before turning my attention to some woman in what was clearly a wig.

"Vivian?"

She just raised an eyebrow at my question.

"Good guess on my part," I muttered.

She scoffed and walked away, going to sit down in a chair.

One of the guards stepped forward and grabbed my chin. I stared at him. I refused to show weakness or fear.

"Been dying to see Duncan's sparkling diamond," the guard said as his grip tightened on my jaw. "He hid you well."

"I would let go of me," I replied through the hold on my face.

"Aw, what's wrong, do you not like me?"

I took a deep breath.

"Poor thing is scared. Don't worry. Once this is over, we'll take great care of you."

There were a few chuckles from those around him. I simply stared at him before quickly spitting in his face.

He quickly stepped back as he wiped his face. "Oh, you disgusting pig!"

"If he did so much to hide me, what do you think he'll do to protect me?"

The sound in the room stopped. Like it was suddenly much more tense than it had been. Had none of them even considered the possibility of him finding me?

"He's a little too... busy to come and save you," Vivian spoke up from her seat, clearly trying to calm the guards.

"How long do you think you'll be able to hold him after he finds out that you took me," I asked. "Considering psychological torture is part of your boss's plan... then there are photos of me here... like this? Truly a very stupid decision."

Again, silence.

"So, I'm right. Well then, you've all been making a lot of stupid mistakes."

I saw Vivian shift a bit in her seat.

"How long do you think I've been with Duncan?"

"Our records go back two years," she replied.

I nodded. "Interesting."

"Surprised that we know?"

"Not really. Surprised it took you this long to fuck up considering how long you've know."

She took a deep breath. I looked around the room.

"What do you think happens when you take away a man like Duncan's- what did you call it- sparkling diamond?"

None of the guards replied to me.

"Well, I'll tell you... nothing good."

"Shut your mouth," one of them snapped.

"Aw, are you getting scared? Y'know, Duncan always reminds me not to let myself get scared if I found myself in a situation like this. You make more mistakes when you're scared."

"I told you to shut your mouth!"

There was a gun in my face.

"Ooo, I wouldn't let him see you do that," I shook my head like I was a disappointed parent. "Poor thing, you are still making so many mistakes."

"Shut your fucking mouth, you-"

The shouting was cut off. The guard dropped dead in front of my feet. I sighed.

"I tried to warn you," I shrugged.

Another man fell.

I watched them frantically look around for a minute.

"Where is he," Vivian asked.

"I don't know, your boss was the one holding him captive," I replied.

The door slammed open a matter of seconds after the word left my mouth.

I ducked my head down as best I could as gunfire started ringing out. I squeezed my eyes shut. I was going to feel the ringing in my ears for weeks.

It all stopped. I didn't move. Not until I felt the restraints on my arms give way and I was placed back on the ground.

I knelt down as I saw Duncan fall to his knees. My heart broke at the sight of all of his injuries. He looked so exhausted. I touched the sides of his face.

I saw Vivian move over his shoulder.

I stood up, taking the gun from Duncan's hand. He held onto my free hand.

"Don't do something stupid," I warned. "You've made enough of those choices today."

"I have a job to complete," she replied. She had been hurt at some point. I could see it. "Look at him. It'll be just like putting down an old dog."

I let out a sharp breath through my nose. "Your records... of me... they're wrong."

"Doesn't matter now."

"But it does," I replied. "You said that your records showed a two-year relationship, yes?"

"Doesn't matter-"

"You missed a decade," I cut her off. Her eyebrows furrowed.

I smirked a bit before quickly lifting my arm and firing a shot. I watched her body fall to the ground.

"A lot of time to practice my shot."

I knelt back down in front of Duncan and put the gun down. I cupped his face again.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I... I didn't want you to have to do that."

"I always thought I would," I shrugged. "One of the things I accepted when I decided to stay with you."

"You shouldn't have-"

"Stop," I shook my head. "I decided a long time ago that I wanted to be with you. Forever. I chose that. Because I love you. You aren't to blame for anything that happened. I chose this life; those people chose to take me. That's it."

His eyes closed and he leaned forward, his forehead touching mine.

"Let's go get you taken care of."

Duncan- while half-conscious- gave me instructions to find a friend of his. She took him in, took care of his wounds far better than I could have, and gave us a place to stay while he healed.

I sat on the bed next to him, staring at the number of bandages covering his body.

"How long have you two been together," his friend-Jazmin- asked.

"It'll be twelve years in a few months," I replied, turning to her. She seemed shocked. I chuckled. "He did a good job hiding me, I can see."

"I didn't think he'd allow himself to have something so... serious."

"He couldn't lose me," I shrugged, chuckling again. "He tried to keep me away at first, but I guess, time proved that it wasn't happening. And here we are."

"When did you find out?"

"God, I don't know... two years in? I think? I was mad that he kept it from me at first, but... I understood. He is... everything to me. He's my world. I understand that he wanted to keep me safe from it because I would've done the same thing. Because I love him."

She grinned and nodded.

She went about whatever she was working on, giving me some peace with Duncan. I wanted to reach over and hold his hand, but even that was bandaged up. It broke my heart.

I resigned myself to lying on my side next to him, watching his chest move with his breaths. The movement was the only sense of comfort I had. The only reassurance. I was going to cling to it.

I soon heard a groan come from Duncan.

I leaned up on my elbow so I could lean over him. "Hey..."

He blinked at me a few times. He went to move.

I carefully placed a hand on his chest. "Don't move. You have a lot of shit in your system. Just stay still."

He slowly nodded.

I grinned.

"I... I didn't tell you earlier," he muttered. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I love you too."

I chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. "Trust me, I am well aware... but having you keep saying it is very tempting."

"I love you," he whispered. I rolled my eyes. "I'll say it as many times as you want."

"Rest first... and then I'll torment you by holding you to that promise."

"Could never torment me."

"Oh, don't tempt me."

I kissed his lips gently, pushing him back when he tried to follow me. I laid my head back down on the pillow next to him.

I knew that he was still blaming himself for what happened in that place. I could see it on his face, as much as he tried to hide it. I think he knew that he couldn't hide anything from me anymore, but he still tried.

It was his stupid mistake. I was just more forgiving than he was.

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[yokichikun]

Well. I just saw Druk. And now I don’t know who to choose for a one shot. Will you help me decide the character?

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Imagine # 1,026

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Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2022

⚠️Warning(s) - Brief and subtle mention of attempted suicide.

Duncan Vizla (Polar 2019) & Gunnar Jensen (The Expendables 2010)

Tags - @wafners-eternity-serum - @80s4life @tonyestarque

(Dolph is older than Mads by like 9 years. Yes that is an important thing to note... Well a little.)

Gunnar glared daggers at the man leaning against the adjacent wall, his ex-girlfriend (Y/n) nestled in the man's arms, irritating Gunnar to no end. "I knew you liked older men, didn't realize how much older though." Gunnar sneered at (Y/n) suddenly, making the younger woman arch a brow at him. "Duncan is actually about ten years younger than you Gun." She sassed with a smirk, pleased when Gunnar crossed his arms in annoyance. "Why him?" Gunnar asked, refusing to even acknowledge the other man. "What can I say he saved my life, and I fell in love." (Y/n) shrugged, leaning further against Duncan's chest. "I saved your life, several times in fact." Gunnar remarked. "Yeah but you chose drugs over me." (Y/n) quickly shot back, her words making Gunnars scowl deepen. "So you just gave up on me when I needed you most?" Gunnars words made (Y/n) scoff. "You're kidding right? Do you seriously not remember? All the shit you put me through, how hard I fought for you, how desperate I was to help you! You pushed me away every single time, you called me horrible names, and treated me as if I was the bad guy." (Y/n) licked her lips in her irritation. "I gave you so many chances, and when I reached my breaking point, I told you it was either me or the fucking drugs." She hissed, her eyes glossy with anger. "You made your choice Gun, so I left." She laughed bitterly. "I met Duncan that night actually." She wiped away her tears, calming a little when Duncan squeezed her hips reassuringly. "You quite literally pushed me to the edge Gun, and I was ready to take the leap... But Duncan caught me, and refused to let me go." (Y/n)'s words broke Gunnars heart, a pained look upon his face, never having known she would ever go that far. "I'm sorry." Gunnar muttered softly. "It's a little late for sorrys." She breathed out with a sigh. "We've got a job to do, focus on that." She added before walking off to clean up her tear stained face. "Thank you Duncan... For saving her..." Gunnar murmured, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. "Of course." Duncan nodded his head before he lit his cigarette, watching Gunnar with unreadable eyes.

Loving this crossover concept! 😍 I might write more with Duncan and Gunnar later, ya never know with me.

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[heuimagines]

📌 info post!

Welcome 2 our page! This blog is modded by 2 guys who have an abnormally large amount to say about Hannibal. And the Hannibal Extended Universe. And Mads Mikkelsen.

Important warnings:

Aside from canon-typical violence, we will post NSFW and potentially triggering topics, always with warnings on the post b4 the content. That being said there should also be plenty of tamer, SFW posts.

What we post:

Basically any scenario related to anything from Mads or Hugh’s filmographies! Solo character scenarios, reader insert scenarios (like a TON lol), character ship scenarios, etc. Posts could be 1 or 2 sentences or thousands of words, bulleted lists of headcanons or fully fleshed out narrative.

Basically, think of this page as an HEU variety show.

That’s it for now!

Expect mod intros at some point, but since neither of us use tumblr very often who knows when that’ll happen. Thanks sm 4 reading nd have a great rest of ur day ^^ - mod 🫀

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[theartofimagining13]

Imagine:

You’re Duncan’s neighbor and this isn’t the first time you see him getting home all wounded and bleeding. You knock on his door and tell him to let you in. He’s very confused at first but then you start to tend to his wounds. You say that you’re not even going to ask what he does for a living but, surprisingly, Duncan opens up to you. When you’re done, he’s very grateful for your help so, days later, he pays you a visit and this becomes a regular thing until the two of you start a relationship. Duncan is super protective of you but knowing how risky his life is, he teaches you how to shoot a gun.  

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[ihavemanyhusbands]

Thinking back to Duncan and his car accident sweetie 🥲 they are sooooo soft and cute and AAAAAAA

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[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Cute, For An Older Guy (Kaisergram) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Kaisergram - Will Graham/Duncan Vizla/The Black Kaiser (Polar) // Tagged: AU, retired Duncan, pre-canon Will, kinda AU Will, age difference, older man/younger man, daddy kink, bratty Will, bar hook-up, frottage, rutting, lap sex, coming in pants. Patreon Prompt Fill.

Duncan meets young Will at a bar...

Second installment on my @hannibalbingo card: "You're Cute For An Older Guy" (Polar)

Cute, For An Older Guy (2.2k words):

“Buy me a drink, daddy?”

It took Duncan a moment to realise that the young man standing next to him at the bar was talking to him. And young man was being generous, he wasn’t sure this kid was even legally old enough to drink.

Duncan huffed and turned back to the bar.

“Please?” It was almost a whine, and Duncan could feel him hovering at his elbow.

Without looking back to him, Duncan huffed again and replied, “You even old enough to drink?”

“I’m twenty two,” the young man laughed, a gentle tinkle that made Duncan shiver.

Duncan turned to look at him, studying his face. Maybe it was the light, because he’d still swear the kid wasn’t a day over nineteen, though something about his smirk made him look older, at least more worldly. Maybe it was the ‘daddy’ bit.

“If you’re twenty two, surely you can buy your own drink,” Duncan’s tone was no nonsense as he turned to the bar again. But the persistent young man didn’t give up. Instead he pulled up the stool next to Duncan and sat down, leaning in to speak to him.

“I can, but I like to be spoiled.”

Duncan swallowed, he was getting fucking hard whether he liked it or not. He hadn’t planned on this tonight. Just another quiet night in Triple Oak. If he wanted sex he’d go to one of his regulars in one of the many cities he travelled through for work.

Maybe that was why he was hard? It had been a while. He’d been content settling into the quiet way of life here. Being a man he’d never imagined he could be.

“Why me? Plenty of other prospects in here,” Duncan pressed, not bothering to look around to see if his claim was true. This place wasn’t exactly full of queer folk, and he wasn’t even sure why this kid would assume he was one of those few.

The young man leaned closer, his chest against Duncan’s arm as he muttered next to his ear, “You’re cute for an older guy, you look hot in those glasses. And, besides… I can tell you’re dangerous. I like dangerous men.”

Duncan drew back at that and studied him.

“I’m not dangerous,” he countered immediately.

There was another light laugh and then the boy’s hand was running lightly down his back.

“The way you sit, the tightness here,” his hand glided just to the left of Duncan’s spine where he’d been stabbed years before. “You may hide it well under your clothes, but your body has been broken and healed more times than I’ve had hot dinners.”

Duncan shuddered as the hand moved lightly over him, finding more healed wounds; another stab, two bullet holes.

“You a psychic or something?” Duncan asked warily. This kid didn’t strike him as a criminal but he clearly knew something about violence.

“Something like that,” the young man chuckled again. “You gonna buy me a drink?” He asked again.

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[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Ducan "Donut" Vizla🍩

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Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

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5 Types Of Kisses🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

ASKS

My Saviour 🌺protective! Duncan Vizla? Maybe they capture her and he’s ready to wreak havoc upon them? Hurt/comfort with a bit of makeup smut?

Taking Off Their S/O's Makeup 🌺 (Could you do Duncan vizla,the joker and whoever else you’d like.)taking off their s/o makeup after they come from a nightout because they are to drunk to do it themselves 💛

Stressed Student 🌺 can I request Duncan Vizla, the Joker, Victor Creed and what would they do if they see their s/o down because they're stressed due exams?

You Are My Protector 🌺 do you think he’d appreciate someone being gentle with him and spoiling him with compliments? I just imagine him getting a praise kink whenever his woman kisses his scars 😚💗

Worship Me 🌺 What about Duncan doing some exhausting teasing foreplay the whole day before having sex?😍😍

Kicking in the process... 🌺 Duncan Vizla x Pregnant Reader

October Drive ❤️‍🔥I think daddy Duncan deserves some smut, would you be an angel you are and write something, maybe some August heat car ride or smth!

Telling Him You Are A Virgin ❤️‍🔥 Ok here me out 😂 virgin X Duncan, she constantly flirts with him but doesn’t want a one night stand with him. It shocks him when she says she’s a virgin and only does long term

White Shorts VS. Duncan Vizla ❤️‍🔥Innocent girl + short shorts = very pent up Duncan = very rough sex

Period Sex ❤️‍🔥What do you think about Duncan smut while his girl is on period? I bet he's up to this shit👀👀

Duncan Pleaser ❤️‍🔥 Omg give us more swearing daddy Duncan pleasing his woman😍😍

Outdoor Quickie ❤️‍🔥hi there! I've come up with the idea for Duncan smut, IDK if you like it, but I give it a try🔞🔞how bout some outdoor quickie in winter? IDK if it's even possible in real life, but still! I very much appreciate all your imagines! you're doing great👍👍

Christmas Decorations 🌺 now here’s a little concept (you don’t have to write I just want to share lol) She is super excited for Christmas like REALLY excited she’s all over the house with decorations and at first when she asks him to help her he says no but I mean he can’t say no to her puppy eyes so he caves and they spend the whole afternoon decorating the house ✨💜✨💜✨

I Ain't No Snitch 🌺❤️‍🔥 can you imagine if one day she is kidnapped in order to get to Duncan so he has to find her and everything and when he finds her she’s all scared and crying so he gets all soft and protective 😭😭😭😭😭😭

No Bra ❤️‍🔥 some good old Duncan Vizla smut

Nightly Adventures ❤️‍🔥Lemme ask for some duncan vizla smut, daddy kink, dirty talk and pure filth? I feel like the character is underrated and has lots of potential!

Jingle My Balls ❤️‍🔥 How about some good ol' sexy time with Duncan Vizla! Ohhhhh maybe a holiday theme?? Like the reader wore idk a santa dress/elf dress and Duncan decides to jingle their bells??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ya catchin my drift chief?? Im sorry this was cheesy

Daddy Kink Headcanon ❤️‍🔥 I was wondering if u could possibly do some Duncan Vizla with daddy kink (smut) headcaons plz it’s ok if u can’t tho 👌

Wedding Risks ❤️‍🔥 may i ask for more of it, maybe some inappropriate place/timing smut or public place or as you wish, cause it gives life :3

Brave 🌩️🌺 I have a request for Duncan! Maybe one of his old enemies gets ahold of his SO and uses her to lure him into a trap and all the angst but with a happy ending! I love your writing so much!! 💕💕💕

Departure ❤️‍🔥How bout some age gap angsty smutty fic w\Duncan Vizla? Like grey hair and wrinkles and stuff, cause kinks are kinks, you know🔥🔥🔥

First Timers ❤️‍🔥 May I request some Duncan smut, like first meeting him\first date stuff... like why wait for 2nd date when you're all head over heels :3

The Right Way To Wake Up ❤️‍🔥 How about some middle of the night/early morning wake up sex w/Mr Duncan Vizla💦💦

Road Trip ❤️‍🔥what about some road/car sex with Duncan?

Foreplay ❤️‍🔥May I request some NSFW Duncan headcanons like putting a condom on/undressing/arousing words, etc., stuff like that!

Mustache Ride I feel like Duncan's mustache gently massaging skin\clit while giving oral must be headcanon😍😍

Girl 🌺 What Would Duncan Vizla Think of having a chubby girlfriend?

Hand+Job ❤️‍🔥May I ask for Duncan receiving handjob or smth without penetration😍😍

Kisses Of Jealously ❤️‍🔥Thank you for all the Duncan fics, they are perfect😍 Let me request some steamy period smut with Duncan

Bathtub Mishaps ❤️‍🔥May I request some bathroom/bathtub Duncan Vizla smut? It should we very wet out there if you know what i mean💦💦

Leading Praise❤️‍🔥

Sinful Words What would you say about Duncan being daddy he is and talking dirty with his lover😈😈

Duncan Going To Town❤️‍🔥

NSFW Alphabet (VER 1)❤️‍🔥

NSFW Alphabet (VER2)❤️‍🔥

First Time Having Sex❤️‍🔥

Nightly Adventures ❤️‍🔥Lemme ask for some Duncan Vizla smut, daddy kink, dirty talk and pure filth? I feel like the character is underrated and has lots of potential!

Little Miss ❤️‍🔥

Fitting Punishment ❤️‍🔥

Comparisons ❤️‍🔥

Chubby!SO 🌺What Would Duncan Vizla Think of having a chubby girlfriend?

DRABBLES FROM MY🧠

Hands To Kiss🌺

Mother, Meet Duncan Vizla 🌺your mom meets your boyfriend

Jealousy Makes Him Silent 🌺

Duncan Saving You🌺

Duncan Learning Your Native Language🌺

Mornings With Duncan Vizla🌺

Making Out ❤️‍🔥

Dating Duncan Vizla🌺

First BJ❤️‍🔥

Tease ❤️‍🔥

Over The Edge ❤️‍🔥

Breathe 🌺Song fic- Breathe by Mako

DIFFERENT AUs

Professor Vizla (Professor!AU)❤️‍🔥Could you write a professor Duncan Vizla x reader smut... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) And there is an age gap between them... Something like that... 🙈🙈🙈

Sins Of Ours (Priest!AU)❤️‍🔥 For Anon who requested it: I hope you like it, I have seen the trailer you suggested but I just changed the name because I’m a lazy bitch and haven’t found the name of the character Mads played so I changed it to Duncan. I hope that’s okay. 

SHORT IMAGINE

Duncan Seeing You After A Long Time🌩️

Seeing Duncan’s Old Videos Of Him🌺

Waking Up Next To Duncan Vizla🌺

Duncan Coming To Your Home Needing Help����

#duncan imagine #duncan x reader #duncan vizla imagine #duncan vizla x reader #polar x reader #polar imagine #polar movie #netflix x reader #netflix imagine #mads mikkelsen #mads polar #duncan vizla

[mettleborn]

@wiinestories sent: [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] - sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [duncan and lorraine] (sorry I HAD to I need to read this sm given their latest interactions hahahah)

Together they lie in silence, their bodies broken from the battle; muscles tense and aching, feeling dehydrated and under nourished. The copper scent of blood remains thick all around them. In truth, Duncan can’t say he’s ever felt so completely used-up, the fact he has stayed conscious at all is frankly a miracle. The threat is close, he can sense it, but there is no wolf at the door; not yet, leaving just enough time for them to try and find sleep. They’ll need to leave in the morning, at this stage that is all Vizla remains certain of.

Rolling over onto his side with a pained groan, Duncan briefly studies Lorraine; he has always admired her strength and tenacious resolve – it is only now that he witnessing the cost of it – the toll it exerts on her. As she finally turns her head to look at him, a strange sensation begins to overcome him; an impulse that is as unexpected as it is urgent - the need to show her some softness amongst all this brutal violence. He is more than a weapon, more than a murderer, more than the man she vowed to see behind bars, yes; he can be more to her - if she’ll let him.

Easing forward slowly, Duncan’s expression making obvious he is seeking permission, he finally tilts his head to softly kiss her, touching Lorraine as if she was the most precious, fragile thing in the world. It would be a lie to say he hasn’t thought about this often, though usually he’s imagined claiming her mouth in the heat of battle, likely with her gun to his head. This, however, is very different – it is gentle and tender, an act of admiration and of comfort, though unmistakably laced with lust. This is reverence and Lorraine is deserving of it.

When Duncan finally opens his eyes, allowing the quenching kiss to break, the room feels different; as if the space between them has been transformed. The air is expectant, as if the silence is waiting to be broken and yet Duncan has no idea what to say. When he finally speaks, it is with a warm smile; “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”

#[duncan vizla] close your mind and pull the trigger #Polar x Atomic Blonde crossover verse #Lorraine Broughton #wiinestories #Ask meme #answered ask #((Okay so honestly things have been so crazy and violent for them that softness was needed and Duncan has a huge soft side))

[ladyxskywalker]

JUNE 2022 (part two)

fandoms featured on this list; moon knight, pedro pascal characters, & misc./multi fandom

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

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find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, July 2022 coming soon ! ✨

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✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Jake Lockley

Love In Bloom by @egcdeath (soft!jake)

✨ Marc Spector

Happy Birthday by @writingforcurrentobsessions

Unlikely by @arsonhotchner (prequel to ‘Proper Date’) (gn!reader)

✨ Steven Grant

Make The Grade (series) (complete) by @letterfromvienna (professor!grant) (grad student) (f!reader) **

Proper Date by @arsonhotchner (gn!reader, marc spector)

Spirals and Skin by @clints-lucky-arrow (artist!steven) (tattooed!f!reader) **

There’s Always Tomorrow by @foli-vora (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

A Girl Lives In A Bookshop: Love Looks Good On You by @oonajaeadira (f!reader)

Queen of Poisons (series) by @artemiseamoon (werewolf!ezra) (ofc!huntress) **

Starman (series) (complete) by @imtryingmybeskar (soulmate au) (f!reader) **

When Land Touched The Sea , Angelfish by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

✨ Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels

Pulling Focus by @oonajaeadira (f!reader)

✨ Marcus Pike

Desperado by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

Let Somebody Love You by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

✨ Max Phillips

Baby, It’s Happily Ever After by @miraclesabound (plus size!ofc) (cw:medical scare, blood, pregnancy mention)

✨ Oberyn Martell

First Taste – Fruit Stand by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

Yes, I do? By @toomanystoriessolittletime (f!reader) (modern au)

✨ Pero Tovar

No Matter What by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader)

Sweet Symphony by @clydesducktape (gn!reader) **

We Climb So High (Born to Be Wild) (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Characters

Make You Feel My Love (series) by @floraandfrost **

MISC. / MULTI FANDOM

✨ Alfred Pennyworth (The Batman) (Andy Serkis)

Penny For Your Thoughts (series) by @eupheme (f!reader) ** (cw: age gap)

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield)

Beautiful Distraction by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader) **

✨ Anthony Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

To Find You Again by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & @thirteenisles (f!reader) **

✨ Benedict Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

Truth Unseen by @make-me-imagine (gn!reader)

✨ Duncan Vizla (Polar) (Mads Mikkelsen)

Family Man by @pearlstiare (wife!reader)

✨ King Arthur (Charlie Hunnam)

From the Shadows (series) fic collab by @ghostwiththemostbitch & @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

✨ Flip Zimmerman (Adam Driver)

His World by @multific (cw: pregnancy)

✨ Hector (Castlevania)

The Forgemaster’s Renascence (series) (complete) by @cheesetoast99 on ao3 (f!reader) (original characters) **

✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Release by @floraandfrost (f!reader) **

The Romantic Type by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)

Safe With You by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader)

prompt – joel kissing you after a smuggling mission by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

✨ Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage) (Oscar Isaac)

By Chance (series) by @arsonhotchner (graduate assistant) (f!reader) ** (cw: age gap, infidelity)

✨ Stefan Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries)

Put Him First by @arsonhotchner (@unclesteffie) (human) (f!reader) **

** be sure to check out part one for star wars, the mandalorian, rogue one, & triple frontier fic recs !

#moon knight fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #bridgerton fanfiction #the batman fanfiction #tasm fanfiction #multi fandom #pxk monthly fic recs 💫

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

my boys. (Discontinued)

Chapter 2

(A/N): Guess what? :)

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“Give to the world, and the world will give back.”

Who the fuck said that? Obviously, they were lying. They just had to be.

You’ve given so much to the world and yet, it still wanted to fuck you over just because.

You glared at the door in front of you. Annabelle had purposely made you face it just so she could mock you, that, you were sure of. Your only means of escape, right in front of you, yet, you could do nothing but struggle against the ropes wrapped around your wrist. The golden strings digging into the skin of them, you had long felt wetness dripped down your hands.

Must’ve already cut through the skin, you figured.

Sighing, you let your head drop, locks of your hair falling along. Your (e/c) orbs staring blankly down to the fabric of your pants, that woman’s words running through your head. 

“My turn, now tell me. How does a good, law-abiding civilian like yourself gets mixed up with three cold-blooded murderers?”

Duncan and Frank didn’t come off as murderers---I mean, yeah, they were big and intimidating but….you bit the inside of your cheek, anxiety slowly arising inside you. They seriously didn’t seem like murderers, especially when you first met them.

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"Damn. You looked like you've been through hell." Your voice echoed gently against the cream walls of the empty hallway, startling the man laying on the floor with his back against the wall, who was breathing laboriously. You noted the way he jumped at your intrusion of the previous blanket of silence, hands instantly reaching into the inside of the little tattered jacket. You raised your arms above your head, eyes slightly wide, “I come in peace, I come in peace.” You repeated, taking a step back to your apartment door. 

Frank eyed you, trying to determine if you were a hostile or just some innocent bystander. Yet, judging by your pajamas and your disheveled hair, he came to the conclusion that you lived in the apartment complex and had come out to investigate what all the ruckus outside was all about. He grunted, still clutching to the wound on his abdomen. 

Gulping nervously, you approached him with slow steps, coming to crouch right beside him. He watched you with a wary eye, not fully trusting you. “You’re hurt. I don’t know much about medical stuff, but I got a first aid kit inside. Think you can do it yourself?” He stared at you, expression portraying confusion. Yet, all you did was smile at him.

He didn’t know what to think, but he felt as though you really meant no harm.

Staring at you for a few seconds more, he nodded. Watching as the concerned look on your face slowly morph into one of relief. Giving him a small smile, you straightened yourself up. 

“Here, let me help you up.” You said, stretching out your hand out to him. Frank arched a questioning brow, somewhat amused at the fact that you were seriously going to try and pull him up despite his much, much larger frame. Yet, complied nonetheless. You felt the callouses on his palm as it engulfed your own, the question of what kind of labor work did he do, came to mind, lasting only a second as you pulled him up. Some struggle, that you had to admit. Soon enough, the handsome stranger was on his feet, spine going back into a hunched over position.

Oh yeah. He’s hurt.

You watched him for a moment, making sure that he wouldn’t fall backward or something. Seeing that he was fine enough to stand on his own, you shuffled over to your apartment entrance, the door already wide open due to the wind had pressed against the varnished wood. 

You were seriously confused as to how to act around a heavily injured person like him. After all, you don’t really come across beaten-close-to-death strangers everyday. Especially hot ones. Like seriously, even under all those bruises and cuts, you could still recognize that beautiful ruggedness. Chuckling under your breath, you noticed a little too late that the man, whose name you had yet to know, had already seated himself in your living room and was waiting for you to snap out of your little daydream so he could go on to treating himself. Jumping into action, you hurried over to the bathroom, finding the first aid kit in the forgotten cabinet. Luckily, you had replenished the supplies in the containers yesterday. Walking back to the man, you found him almost melting into the cushions of your couch, he seemed to be asleep, a peaceful look on his features. You almost felt bad for waking him.

“Got the kit. Here.” Awakening, he looked down at your hands, spotting the familiar red cross on the box. Nodding in thanks, he went to grab it with his free hand, a loud groan screeching out. You reacted by bending down to his height, concern once more evident,” Are you okay?” As stupid as the question was, it was an automatic response.

He grimaced, “ Must’ve torn a muscle or somethin’...ugh...” Now that was odd. He wasn’t complaining just a few minutes ago...

Ignoring the sudden new symptom, you replied,” Is there anything else I can do?” He nodded, “Mind stitching me up?” 

Frank would never admit it, never out loud, I mean. No, he hadn’t torn a muscle, which, to be honest, wouldn’t be at all that surprising. With all the figh---off-topic. The muscle tear thing was a blatant lie, a blatant lie that, thankfully, you gave no mind to it. Why lie? Even he didn’t know why. But it had something to do with him wanting to be cared for. 

“I mean...sure. But it’s gonna be amateur.” Frank softly snorted, a smirk tugging on the corners of his split lips. “It’s alright.” Nodding you went to set up everything you needed on the cushion beside him.

“So, what’s your name?” “Frank. You?” “(Y/n). Nice to, uh, meet you, Frank.” A smile creeping on your own lips. 

Shifting closer to Frank, you stated, “Imma need you to take off your shirt...?” A blush coming to your cheeks. Your flustered state only adding more into his ever-increasing amusement, his smirk widening exponentially.

“At least buy me dinner first.” He taunted causing you to roll your eyes, a charming smile falling onto the plumpness of your lips. 

“Fuck off.” Frank chuckled.

Shifting closer to him, you stood between his legs, aiding him in taking off his coat. Sliding off the sleeves of it, you threw it over to the floor, saying a small apology after realizing what you’d just done. Only to have him dismiss it with the wave of his hand. The stench of blood and sweat overwhelmed your nose, yet you paid it no mind. Not wanting to seem more disrespectful. 

Your flustered state worsened as your fingers inched closer to the hem of his black shirt, your breath silently catching itself in your throat when you pulled the extremely thin fabric over his head. Exposing his sculpted abdomen, glistening in sweat. Your feelings quickly conforming to concern when the sight of his wound came into your field of vision. Swiftly, you pulled the shirt off of him, also throwing it to the floor. Taking a quick look at the gash on his abdomen, you determined it would need just a few stitches, perhaps 10?

Grabbing the things you needed to repair the wound, you placed them all next to his shoes on the floor as you kneeled down to the height of his injury. Pouring disinfectant on the cotton gauze, you shuffled closer to Frank, kneeling right between your legs, his thighs being used as your own personal armrest. Adjusting yourself, you quickly went to work. 

You ignored the sounds of him groaning an moaning in pain every time you dipped the gauze into the gash, watching with some sort of marvel as the disinfectant bubbled around the swollen area. Finishing with the cleaning, you readied the needle and thread. Dipping the two of them in a small bowl you had filled with hydrogen peroxide, you threaded the thread through the needles hole, glancing up to Frank you muttered, “Gonna hurt like hell.” 

“Ain’t got no alcohol in the fridge?” He asked thorguh his teeth, a hopeful look in his eyes. You smacked your lips,” Just drank the last of it yesterday.” Frank groaned in annoyance. Chuckling at his reaction, you shook your head, a smile on your face. 

Your smile, your kindness, your fearlessness---al took him by surprise. There was no doubt in his mind that you were a good person, one with what he already knew, bore a heart of gold. And yet, he still had not the slightest clue as to why you hadn’t called the police on him. Had you not noticed the iconic white skull on his shirt? Had you not realized just who exactly he was? Hell, did you even know who the Punisher was? I mean, he wouldn’t doubt it. You didn’t look like someone who was raised in the city, much less lived through these streets. You must be new in town.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” That caught your attention. instantly breaking you from your focus, your smile faltering in the slightest. 

“Got that right.” He found it strange how easily you accepted his assumption. Were you asked that many times before him?

“Where you from?” Now he was just trying to distract himself from the pain of the needle going through his skin on a continuous loop. You easily noted that.

“Far from here.” You didn’t want to talk about home, okay, he could work around that. Looking off to his surroundings, he noted the many pieces of crumpled paper laying around behind you, a desk in the corner of the room.

“You studying to be an artist?” He panted, wincing once more at the needle.

“Not really, that's just a hobby. I don’t know exactly what I wanna study. By this point, I’m just existing.” Frank snorted at your comment, finding a bit of humor in your situation. 

“So you’re just floating around waiting for---what? An opportunity?” You giggled softly. 

“Basically. Although, I prefer my opportunities to make my day more interesting.” Was that why you helped him? because you wanted your day to be more interesting? Almost as if reading his thoughts, you continued, “Wasn’t the reason why I helped you.” He quirked a brow.

“Then why did you help me?”

“Cause I’m nice.”

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He was a hypocrite. And he accepted that to be a fact.

Duncan, a long-term smoker, always told others not to smoke. He stated the dangers it brought, the different illnesses that could occur, the destruction of certain muscles, and whatnot. All while he smoked on the daily, not truly caring of the risk.

And so he continued. 

A cloud of white toxic smoke seeped from in between his pale lips, the cloud blurring the sun's rays for just a moment. Duncan admired the different ways the smoke rolled around itself, watching as it slowly dispersed into nothingness. It was interesting really.

To have something there one moment, only for it to be gone within the minute.

He remained still in his movements, sitting on some abandoned houses little wooden porch, the floorboards creaking with every deep puff of nicotine he took. The cold was bitter as it bit onto the exposed skins of his face and hands, the rest of his body hidden behind a thick layer of black. The day was calm, no one was on the streets aside from the occasional passing car. It was nice.

“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Your friend inquired, a curious look in her eyes. You hummed lowly, “There’s a guy sitting on the porch of the house across the street.” That didn’t really answer her question. Moving over to stand behind you seated figure on the sofa, she followed your line of vision, straight to the easily recognizable man. Adele reacted, “Oh! Him.” You paused in your sketch, turning to look up at her face, “You know him?” The brunette shook her head, “Nah. I don’t think anyone really knows him. But he likes to smoke there every once in a while. He’s kind of the commmunity’s---uhh, what you call it, outsider? Ghost? Yeah.” You hummed once more, going back to sketching the basic body shapes before continuing on with the boundaries of the clothing and the basic forms of his expression. 

It took around eight or more minutes to finish the drawing.

Just like it took him, eight minutes or more to finish his smoke.

Adding the last bits of details, you looked over the drawing, scrutinizing over its accuracies before deeming it as another good art piece. 

Ripping the page out from the sketchbook, you jumped off the couch, throwing book onto its cushions. Adele watched in confusion as you darted around her house searching for a coat and your fingerless cotton gloves, the same ones that were strewn on the table beside her. 

“Over here.” She raised the gloves above her head, your hand quickly going to grab them and pull them on. Adele continued,” Where are---Are you giving the sketch to him?” Her voice, full of disbelief much like her expression. You nodded, a nervous smile on your lips. 

“Yep!” Was the last thing you said as you walked out of the room, looking over yourself in the mirror for any messy hair ad such. Fixing any imperfections you saw, you opened the door, a cold blast of wind greeting you as you did so.

Duncan noticed you the instant you walked out of the white house across the street from him. You looked as though you were in a daze, you were there but not fully. That was until your eyes met his, then that dazed look you had disappeared in an instant. Instead, it was replaced by one of pure confidence, which was a bit ironic for you had begun to feel overwhelmed with dread. He watched as you glanced down to your gloved covered hands, a piece a paper in their grips.

At first, the assassin had thought that you were going to walk down the block, just like everyone else. But you didn’t just walk down the block like everyone else. No, you headed straight to him. A confident look on your face as you stepped closer to him, close enough that he could tell the general color of your eyes. He mentally readied himself for a fight.

Even more unexpected is when you gestured for him to the lightly folded piece of paper from your gloved hand, a sweet smile on your lips. Squinting his single eye, he put the cigarette out, rubbing its lighted bit on the cold concrete beside him. Slowly, he reached a hand out to the paper, watching as your smile never faltered upon the paper meeting his grasp. Furrowing his brow slightly, he turned the paper so that he turned the page, surprised at what he found.

You had drawn him smoking.

He had half a mind on how you could draw him so close up when he was so far away. 

It was so well done. 

The wrinkles of his face, his light scruff, the shape of his eye, the fabric of eyepatch, the folds of his hairs, and so much more. The smoke itself looked so real---he was thoroughly impressed.

Looking up, he found that you were gone. As shocking as it sounds, he hadn’t realized you had left. Perhaps you had grown too nervous, fearing his reaction. Chuckling, he looked back down to the drawing, finding some writing at the very bottom of the page. It read,

"You're really nice to draw. Hope you'll let me draw you some other time."             - (F/N) (L/N)

Your number scrawled alongside your name.

He may have had half a mind to how you managed to draw him so close, but he had a full mind when it came to calling you a few hours later.

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Okay, the truth was, John, being a killer---common knowledge. You didn’t know about the other two, but John, you definitely knew. Afterall...

You met him while he was on a killing spree.

Hell, you even saved his life.

...

The night was young and full of sweat. The heat radiating off the hundreds of bodies on the dance floor close to suffocating you. It was a good idea to take a break from all the dancing, you were seriously out of breath. You stood amongst your group of friends by the bar, your hands nursing an innocent drink of just water. Droplets of salt sliding down the curve of your spine, staining the velvet fabric of your bodycon dress. You’ve been here for at least four hours, and as much as you loved “girl’s night out” and your friends for inviting you, you seriously did not want to be here anymore. The blisters on your feet being the main reason as to why. Another being that just was just too tired to continue for the night, just wanting to retire to your bed and to fall into the beauties of your dreams.

“One more dance please (Y/N)!” One of your friends begged, a pout on her face. 

I mean, you had the energy for just one more dance. So, why not?

And there you were, dancing with your friends and whichever stranger anyone pulled in, happy smile on everyone's faces. You were all having fun; the alcohol was buzzing through your system, numbing out any previous pain and worry. Your hair was pulled up into a bun, giving air to your warm neck. 

You were currently grinding up against some girl, not even bothering to remember her name when you caught sight of a man. You couldn’t your finger on just why you focused on him and him alone but you did. Maybe it was because of the bloodstains on his white-collar, or maybe it was that deadly serious expression on his bruised and cut-up features, or maybe it was because his presence seemed to just demand attention---but the moment you laid eyes on him, you knew something was up. A bad feeling forming in the walls of your guts.

Pausing in your actions, you smoothly turned around to meet the girl's face, wrapping your arms around her neck, her long golden hair encasing your hands. She gave you a confused look, noting the sudden seriousness in your eyes. Pulling her closer to you, you whispered into her ear, “Got a bad feeling.” You then gestured to the strange man who had coincidently just walked near the two fo you. She, too, saw the bloodstains and the murderous look in his eyes.

Understanding what you were trying to say, she went ahead to grab her own group of friends and get them out of the club as fast as she could. Watching them leave out the club doors, you went over to your friends, who were dancing not far from you. Quickly you said, “Oi! Let’s start heading back, it’s already 1 am and yall got morning classes tomorrow!” They all groaned, cursing under their breaths about you being too much like a mother. Nonetheless, they followed your advice. 

You all began heading out the door when all of a sudden one of them realized they had left their phone on the bar counter. Which was, unfortunately, right smack in the middle of the dancing masses. Breathing in deeply, you told them you would get it but they had to hurry out and get a cab home. 

And that’s how you ended up in this situation.

With your fingers pulling the trigger on the gun you had pulled out from the loosened grips of a dead bodyguard. The bullet flying out from its chamber, flying straight through the forehead of another bodyguard, the one that had greeted you by the door when you first entered the club.

He called you pretty.

Realizing what you did, you gasped in horror, dropping the gun to the cold floor. The sound of its hitting the floor, worsening your now-returning headache. 

It was all instinct. 

The guy was gonna kill the....the....why the fuck did you shoot the bodyguard intead of the suspicious guy from earlier?!

John looked down at you, his eyes widening in shock when he saw the gun in your shaking hands. Glancing over his shoulder, it hit him. 

You saved his life.

You saved his life.

Someone saved Baba Yaga’s life.

Him, the John Wick, was saved by some ordinary girl. Noone special. Not some other assassin. A literal normal person with a normal life.

“Thanks.” He grunted, a small awkward yet appreciative smile on his scarred lips. You simply stared at him, not really knowing what to say as your mind tried to distract you from the horror of your actions. 

“There he is! Look’s like he’s got a partner this time! Kill them both!” 

Guess this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see you.

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(A/N): Sorry for the wait!

Hoped you enjoyed!

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[og-danny-dorito]

it's snowy as shit outside and i'm getting them Duncan Vizla thirst feelings bitch like, that man has a DADDY and AGE kink that shit ain't hard to tell

#Duncan Vizla #polar #polar 2019 #mads mikkelsen #Duncan vizla headcanon #duncan vizla imagine #daddy??? #im lowkey not into it but he's the only character besides fucking Reaper from Overwatch that I can positively say has a daddy kink