#6 underground fanfic

[stray-kaz]

Hold Me Close, Don’t Let Go : a Billy/Four x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Billy has been “Four” for a while now, but you still miss him when he’s gone. This time, it’s too much and you need to be as close to him as humanly possible.

Warning: Adult behaviour. Watch your step.

The rasp of the key in the battered lock pulled you slowly out of an uneasy doze, yellow light reaching down the hall outside of your bedroom. Familiar footsteps made the carpeted floor creak and the heavy sound of a backpack hitting the floor forced your heavy eyes open wider, your heart beginning to drum hard behind your ribs.

By the time the bedroom door opened all the way and the man you couldn’t sleep for worrying about stood framed in the light, you had pushed the covers down and flown to him, knocking into his chest and sending him back a step or two. One arm snagged him round the waist, while the other hand inched down to his left wrist; you sighed in relief as your fingers traced over the familiar worn leather cord, the etched silver coin laced to it as normal.

“Hello” Billy said quietly, having recovered from your greeting. “I missed you, too, baby.”

You felt him under your hands again, for the first time in weeks. He was no dream, he was solid, a little cold from the weather outside but warm underneath it. Leaning into him, your chests pressed firmly together, you felt your heart beating in strange places: at your fingertips, behind your eyes, and most notably, between your legs.

It had been weeks since he had kissed you, held your hand, moved in you through the weeping dark.

You laid siege.

There was no time for softness or tender touches as you kissed him with force, dousing his muffled words of surprise as water douses a candle flame. Desperate hands yanked at the arms of his jacket, the hem of his t-shirt, clawed at his belt buckle. A gasp left your own mouth as your fingers brushed over smooth, hot skin, abdomen twitching under your touch.

Billy tried to calm you, protesting between fierce kisses that all but bruised his mouth.

“Hey...Wait...Babe...I’m covered in blood and I haven’t showered in days...Hold on...Babe...”

He let out a surprised, muffled mmff when you kissed him almost hard enough to draw blood and finally got his arms out of his jacket. Billy was wordless as you tugged his torn and blood streaked t-shirt off over his head, leaving his blond hair tousled and his light eyes wide. You tossed it into the corner of the room before kissing a burning path down his chest and stomach; he stared as you unlaced his boots and heaved them over your shoulder, one after the other.

“Baby, seriously, what is going on?” he asked you, baffled by your onslaught even as he accepted whatever was happening was going to happen. “You’re in pajamas, darlin’, and I’m filthy. I had to - I had to shoot someone yesterday... What are you doin’?”

You still said nothing as you fought with his belt buckle until it hung open and you could drag down his zip, before taking a step back and stripping right in front of him, shimmying out of your plaid pajama pants and kicking your underwear away. Billy’s gaze dragged up from the apex of your thighs to your face just before it disappeared briefly under your pajama top, and then dropped to your newly bared chest.

He softly said your name, but it was as if you were deaf, solely focused on ridding him of his remaining clothes. He stepped out of his cutoffs obediently, still watching your face, concerned by the naked frenzy in your eyes. When you pulled his underwear down his legs, he toed them off, then looked at you again, waiting. In spite of everything, his body had responded to your need and the sight of yours exposed. He would do everything you desired and ask questions later.

He knew you well, loved you well, knew what you liked. But that didn’t in any way prepare him for you shoving him down onto the bed, against the shaky headboard. You were not pushy or dominant in lover situations, but you climbed into his lap, gripped his shoulders with bruising fingers and sank down onto him with no warning.

And then, the moment he could go no further, you slumped against his chest and sobbed, trembling hands rising to tangle in his hair. Billy’s shock subsided as he finally understood, your heat grasping onto him as tightly as your hands had just been. He felt your tears drip onto the skin of his chest and slowly stroked up and down your back, settling his chin on top of your head.

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay” he hushed you, fingertips now drawing quivering patterns over your skin. “I’m alive. I came home to you. Shh, babe, everything’s fine. I’m here. I’m right here with you. See?”

Billy leaned back slightly and tilted your chin down so you could glimpse where your body joined with his, your softness lined up perfectly with his hard.

“I’m here, darlin’. Feel this?” he murmured.

He thrust very gently up and was gratified to hear your quiet, shaking moan and feel your breasts against his chest as you collapsed again. You nudged the slope of his neck with your nose as you pushed away to look shyly at Billy, your face filling with heat as the reality of your actions caught up to you. There was a dark bruise spreading under his left eye and a shallow cut across his collarbone, all marks from the last mission. His lower lip was swollen from your teeth.

“I missed you” you told him, barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry. You weren’t ready for me to jump you like this.”

You tried to get off him, but his fingers pressed into your hips, holding you in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, and brushed a gentle kiss onto your lips. “Now that I’m here, I have no plans to go anywhere else.”

You threaded your fingers more slowly through his hair, palms bumping against the shaved fuzz at the back. Eyelids fluttered closed as Billy kissed you again, slow and careful, as he gently kneaded your hips and moved you over him in tiny circles. He leaned up to graze his lips against your earlobe.

“I’ve never seen you so needy for me before” he murmured, making sure not to overwhelm your already heightened senses. “It’s hot, but are you okay? You had no foreplay, nothing. You’re not in any pain?”

You shifted in his lap, testing your inner muscles for discomfort, and saw his eyes narrow with pleasure.

“No” you mumbled, splaying your hands across the backs of his shoulders. “I just -”

You cut yourself off, biting your lip in silence. Billy raised his eyebrows and lightly danced his fingertips over your inner thighs, tickling you. You squirmed, fighting back a smile.

“You just what?” he demanded, grinning. “Come on, babe, give it up already.”

You sighed.

“Want you” you admitted at last. “I just want you, Billy.”

He leaned in again and buried his face in your neck; you felt his flushed skin against your own as he wrapped his arms around your back, drawing you as close as he could.

“How do you want me, babe?” he muffled in your skin.

You closed your eyes as you felt his teeth drag across the top of your shoulder.

“Everywhere” you admitted.

Billy huffed out a laugh and bit down, eliciting a low moan and a tight twitch of your hips.

“Hold on” he warned, and you gripped him tightly, letting out a slight shriek as he raised you up a little and tipped you onto your back, your legs falling open.

In spite of how hard your muscles were grasping him, the movement had shaken him loose, and when Billy pushed back into you, your eyes rolled and he watched proudly as your jaw went slack, all heat and melting limbs.

“Missed me that bad, huh?” he panted, nosing along your jaw to your ear. “Or did you just miss this?”

He punctuated his last word by throwing his weight behind his hips, slamming so hard and deep your vision swirled black for a split second. He grinned as your breath hitched and you stammered, struggling to speak through the pleasure.

“Billy” you whined, anxious, your hands scrabbling across his back, his shoulders, desperate to gain purchase.

You finally grabbed onto his blond hair again, as he raised his head and met your gaze.

“Yeah?” he groaned. “What is it, babe? Tell me what you want.”

He watched your eyes flare and knew he was gonna be done, knew you were ruining him just as much as he was ruining you. He sat up a bit and glanced to each of his shoulders as your legs hooked over them, sinking him even deeper into you. He set his jaw tight, the blue of his eyes almost all gone.

“Harder, please” you gritted out. “All you’ve got.”

Billy couldn’t suppress the moan that tore out from deep in his chest as he did as he was bidden, each thrust sending you both nearer to oblivion. He wrapped his arms around your legs, moving harder and faster, how he knew you liked it. Sweat dripped into his eyes, but he didn’t take them off you as you shook  and bowed underneath him.

“Good girl” he groaned, watching your eyelids flicker and cheeks flush at his praise. “You can take it.”

Without warning, you brought your legs down and wrapped them around his waist, changing the angle again. Billy bit his bottom lip hard as he fell against you, dragging in and out of you with slow precision.

You pulled on his hair, scraping your fingernails over his scalp as you frantically arched your hips to meet his, a fraught desire to be one with him spilling hot tears over your lashes and vining around him as tightly as you could, thighs aching as they snared his hips and battled his movements.

Then, at long last, Billy’s blunt hips slammed home and he slumped, his chest sticking to yours as you traced your fingertips down and up his spine, finally feeling full and close enough, even as his warm weight smothered you down into the mattress. 

Billy breathed shakily as he eventually lifted his head to look you in the eye, his own still blown wide. He kissed you unsteadily.

“You tryin’ to kill me, woman?” he asked, smiling as you blushed.

“Sorry” you mumbled, turning your head away.

“Don’t you apologise” he chastised, kissing your cheek to tilt your head back to him.

He slowly eased out from between your thighs and sat back, his gaze straying all over you. He reached out a hand to push your damp hair back from your face.

“But I do need a shower” he remarked. “And so do you. Come on.”

Billy helped you off the bed, hiding a faint grin when you stumbled a little on quivering legs and had to lean on him.

He turned on the shower water and eased you under the hot spray, wrapping his arms around you from behind as he stepped in after. After a while, you turned in his hold to look up at him, noticed the faint pink streaks of old blood washing off his skin. There were fresh cuts on his chest and upper arms, fresh and deep enough to eventually become new scars.

He watched you examining him, could almost see your heart become heavy. He pressed a finger beneath your chin to tilt it up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes.

“Oi” he said firmly. “I’m fine. There’s nothing that won’t heal soon, I promise you. I’m okay, baby.”

You sighed and nestled into him, your cheek pressed to his chest, his chin on your head, shower water streaming down on both of you.

“Billy?”

“Yeah?”

“Have I told you lately that I love you a lot?”

He chuckled.

“Yeah, you have, babe. But I’m always happy to hear it again.”

#6 underground #6 underground fanfic #billy #four #6 underground four #billy/four x reader #four/billy x reader #liss writes #billy/four #four/billy x female reader #billy/four x female reader

[practically-an-x-man]

Here's a kinda funny one, no pressure

"Do you not possess the ability to shut up for more than five seconds?"

Oooh I like it! Let's go with Quinn and our friends at the Graveyard for this one...

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"I'm telling, it's physically impossible to fluster someone who knows they're hot," Billy doubled down, splaying his hands wide, "It's scientifically proven."

"By what scientists?" Five pointed out, lifting an eyebrow at him, "How is it proven?"

"Okay, fine, maybe it's not scientifically proven," he admitted with a shrug, "But it is proven. By me."

"Alright, fine." Three said. He looked too curious, Quinn thought. Make way for the impending monologue... "What'cha got?"

"Okay, so," Billy started, shifting up in his seat. Quinn couldn't help but smile. They were in for something good. "Think about it. You're walkin' down the street. You're in a coffee shop. You see a pretty girl and you say, 'Has anyone ever told you you're stunning, love?', and she like... blushes and ducks her head and kinda says 'Oh, thank you, that's really sweet of you,' then she doesn't know she's hot. But if she says, I dunno, 'Only on Tuesdays' or something, doesn't even blink, she knows she's cute already. Y'know, you can't surprise someone by saying 'you're hot' if in their brain they're already thinking 'I'm hot.' It's the element of surprise."

"Cute and hot are two very different adjectives," Five jumped in, "Not the same."

"And I think it's less about the 'you're hot' part and more about the fact that you call every living human woman 'love'," Quinn added.

"Can't help it, love, it's how I talk." he breezed ahead, pausing only to shoot her a suave grin, "And you don't know you're hot either."

"I think I'm hot, I'm just an acquired taste." they responded, tugging on the back of their Mohawk for emphasis.

"Ah- no. That's a caveat. Caveats don't count. You have to think you're completely, one-hundred-percent hot for it to work," Billy said, jabbing a finger at her, "Which you are, but that's not the point."

"Do you not possess the ability to shut up for more than five seconds?" Quinn cut in - more humorous than truly biting, but a sharp tease all the same.

"You know I don't. Now-" he pressed on without missing a beat, "You flirt with a hot girl, or a hot guy, or... whoever, and they get all blushy and stammery? They don't know they're hot. You flirt with someone and they don't even blink, they just flirt right back? They know exactly what they've got going for them. Case in point. You can't fluster someone who knows they're hot."

"I heard somewhere... fifty percent of people don't know they're being flirted at," Two chimed in, raising her eyebrows at him, "Doesn't matter if they're 'hot' or not."

"Yeah, but you're hot and you know it." Billy said, waving a hand a little dismissively.

"Hey-" Three started, firing him a warning look. Billy held up his hands.

"No offense. You know I'm with Quinn. That's not what I mean. But I'm sayin', fifty percent of people don't realize it 'cause they don't care. If you don't know you're hot you get surprised when someone actually does start flirting. You're like... hyperaware of it. But if you know, it doesn't matter if you're bein' flirted at or not."

"This is the weirdest fucking argument..." Quinn muttered, half-amused, under her breath. Billy kept going, but Quinn just strapped on their crutches and rocked up to their feet. For a moment or two, she just watched him - speaking animatedly with his hands, lost in his own world... strange subject manner aside, she found it cute when he was caught in one of his hyperactive diatribes like this.

"-and it's harder with guys, 'cause if you try flirting and they're like hardcore straight then they don't just get flustered, they get uncomfortable and that's not the same, so you can't really tell if they think they're hot or if they just weren't expecting a dude to say they're- mm!"

Needless to say, a kiss like that was about the only way to keep him silent for longer than a few seconds. Quinn released her grip on the front of his hoodie to instead run her hands down his shoulders. After a few long moments, she pulled back just enough to whisper in his ear.

"My trailer," she murmured, "Five minutes."

They took a few steps back, biting their cheek to hold back their smile. Billy's face had flushed bright pink - rare, with his boundless reserves of self-confidence - and he fumbled for words for a moment or two.

"And... I, uh-"

"See?" Quinn cut him off, triumphant, "That's how you fluster someone who knows they're hot."

#my friends!!! #answered asks #my writing #my ocs #oc quinn/aces #6 underground #6 underground fanfic #humor #banter #fluff #that's not crackfic it's just the 6 underground goofiness

[paperrretro]

retro.

Pairing: Billy | Four x Reader

Word Count: 1,068 words

Warnings: Swearing

“Got something for you, Eight.”

Four’s eyes are blue and twinkling when they meet yours in the mirror, and you quickly move your gaze back to your monitor before it starts to burn, fingers flying over the keyboard as he stretches an arm around you to drop something onto the desk.

“What is it?” you ask as he makes himself at home in one of the spare chairs, collapsing into it with a sigh.

Four gestures at the paper bag. “Take a guess.”

You inhale, faltering just the slightest when you catch a whiff of something greasy and warm and very, very good.

“French fries,” you say.

“Yep –”

“Arby’s. The curly ones.”

“What the fuck.” Four leans back in his chair, and you cannot stop the warmth that trickles to your cheeks at the awe in his tone. “How’d you know?”

“I can tell by the smell.”

“Holy shit, really?”

“No.” You finally detach your hands from the keyboard and grab the paper bag. “Wild guess.”

“Oh.”

Pulling the fries out, you stuff some into your mouth and hold the carton out towards Four. He takes two and puts them on a napkin, emptying a ketchup packet on the other half for dipping. “How come you sound disappointed?” you ask.

He shrugs. “Thought you had some, like, superhuman ability. With the shit we’ve done, I would totally believe it.”

“If anyone has a superpower, it’s you, Skywalker. Jumping across buildings and over roofs and shit without smashing onto the ground.”

Four grins. “S’pose so, yeah.”

“So humble.”

“I’m good at what I do!” he exclaims. “I can compliment you too. You’re literally the smartest person I know.”

“Smarter than Five?”

“… You’re the second smartest person I know. But you’re definitely the nicest.”

“The nicest?” you repeat, incredulous. That was not something you ever heard in your past life.

“Well,” to your surprise, a flush crawls across his face, “granted, the bar isn’t very high, but it’s there. Besides Six, you’re the only one out of this lot who’s gone skating with me, and believe me, I’ve asked everyone.”

The thought of saying that you had nothing better to do crosses your mind, but then you remember that he thinks you’re nice, so you don’t. It wouldn’t have been true, anyway, and you are a horrible liar.

“You’re fun to hang out with,” you tell him.

That admission is true. Four is brash, a little nuts, sometimes too mouthy for his own good – and you like that he is. You remember when he had first convinced you to crawl out of your hole and go outside with him, when he’d wheedled you onto his skateboard, hands on your waist and shrieks of laughter in his throat as you wobbled around like an idiot.

You thought being dead meant being detached. Four seems determined to prove otherwise.

The corners of his eyes crinkle, and he scoots closer to your chair.

“What’re you working on?” he queries, elbows on his knees as he squints at the lines of code in front of you.

Tucking another curly fry into your cheek, you shrug. “Making a game.”

“Like Call of Duty? Would stay up all night with my mates playing that as a kid.”

“No, just a simple two-player one. 8-bit-ish.”

“What’s it about?”

You shift uncomfortably.

“What is this, twenty questions?”

“I’m just asking. Why, is it something pervy? I’d still be down to play.” Four throws a crooked smirk your way, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

A snort escapes you despite yourself. “What? No. It’s, um … a platform-type game. Like Mario.”

“Okay. Very specific.”

Clearing your throat, you mumble an elaboration. But that is almost worse, because then Four leans in close to hear what you’re saying, and he smells like the outdoors and his face is close and you’re worried, no, you’re terrified that you’ll glance down at his lips and say something about them that you’ll one hundred percent regret.

So you lean back slightly. Something flickers in his eyes when you do so, but he does not follow.

“Didn’t get that, Eights.”

“Parkour,” you mutter, the word fluttering out like a little drunk moth. “It’s a parkour game.”

Four blinks. Then, a broad, delighted smile spreads across his face.

“No shit?”

“I haven’t figured everything out yet,” you say almost defensively, though you don’t know what you’re defending against. “It’s nothing like the real thing, so don’t get your hopes up. It’s just a dumb project.”

“It’s wicked,” he says. “Can you make a character that looks like me?”

“Sure.”

(You do not tell him that you’ve already planned to.)

“And make a character that looks like you,” Four continues seriously, tapping the desk. “So I can kick your ass at parkour in a videogame, too. Oh, and everyone else, so I can also kick their asses.”

“You’ll be in my domain, Four. I’ll be finished before you even make the first jump.”

He chuckles, disbelieving, and bumps the side of your foot with his shoe. “Your domain, eh? I think you’ll find I’m very adaptable.”

“I know.” The words come out quieter than you intend. Adoring. Shit.

While you resist the urge to fidget and scuff a hole into the floor of your trailer, Four’s smile softens, eyes flicking back to the screen. He reaches for another couple of fries.

“Wanna go out tomorrow morning?”

“Huh?”

“Outside, I mean. I’m gonna find someplace to practice. You can come and watch and take notes for your game,” he says casually while he chews, licking the salt off his thumb once he’s done.

“Oh.” You try not to stare. “Yeah, I can go with you.”

“You could give it another go too, if you’d like.”

“Why, so you can kick my ass at parkour in real life again? I’ll just watch.”

“Suit yourself.” With that, Four stands up from his chair and looks down at you for a few seconds, then gestures with his chin at the fries. “Remember to finish those.”

“Okay, Mom.”

He rolls his eyes good-naturedly and leaves without a goodbye. (There’s no need for it, not around here, because goodbyes are for the living, aren’t they?)

Once you’re sure he’s gone, you let out a breath and slap your cheeks several times, glancing at the carton next to your mouse. There are four left.

You laugh underneath your breath and reach for one.

#6underground #6 underground #6U #four!6underground #four/billy x reader #6 underground fanfic #reader insert #fluff

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

Whatever Happens

6/?

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tags: @transeliot @mentallyunstablebish @sarah0687 @cjand10 @warmommy if you would like to be added or removed from my writing tag just lemme know :)

Summary: idk man, fluffy stuff, tending to wounds, mini heart to heart typa vibes

Pairing: Billy/Four x Gender neutral reader

Word count: 666

Warnings: fluff, tending to wounds, cuddling american writing a brit, poor writing and editing skills etc

It was dark when you finally woke up. You lay in the quiet for a few minutes then hauled yourself off the bed and grabbed new materials for Billy's wounds. You found him laid out on his back on the couch with one nodding off in the chair. You turned on the lamp by billys head and saw the other man jerk awake as you did. You assumed he hadn't intended to fall asleep or let his guard down but you paid him no mind and continued. You knelt by billys abdomen and gently lifted his shirt above the bandaged area and carefully started removing those as well. You ignored his stare as you inspected the wounded area. You went in with some disinfectant just to be safe, which caused him to hiss, then you secured the new gauze and threw out the old. you then took a disinfectant wipe from your first aid kit to the remaining open wounds on his head. Some were healing well and some were bad enough that it was going to take more than just a few days to see progress. As you tenderly blotted then you were grateful neither of the two men had said anything and you hoped they wouldn't. You finished with the last one on his face and you noticed another near his collar bone which you gave the same treatment. As you pulled away his hand caught yours and he brought it to his lips and gave a quick kiss, you assumed in thanks. You turned, tossed the wipe in the trash and returned to your room, all the while you could feel his big beautiful puppy dog eyes on you. 

    You lay on your bed, back facing the door. You stared at the wall in the dark, zoned out and numb. You heard the door open and close softly behind you. You didn't move, you knew which one it was   Billy lay beside you. You both stayed silent for a long while the he said quietly “im sorry. I’m-” his voice cracked “so fucking sorry, love” 

   You didn't respond, you just lay there willing yourself not to cry, as you knew billy was too. After you you don't even know how long, you rolled over and lay your head on his chest as you’d done so many times so very long ago and murmured “we will have to talk about it eventually you know.”

   “I know” 

You both remained awake and in that position for hours, silence filling the room. Eventually your mind wandered to the man in the other room. You were surprised he was keeping his mouth shut and minding his own business, you were also surprised he was still here and it begged the question, why? Why was One still here and why had he told you so much? 

   You sat up “BIlly?”

   He hummed in response 

   “Why is he still here? And why did he tell me all that?”

   “not  entirely sure. His behavior is odd, even for him. I expected him to come for me and find me, I didn't expect the rest.”

   “is he gonna kill me? Is that why he…” you trailed off

   “No. I don't think thats his intention and I would never let that happen”

   “then why?”

   “Not sure, love. I’m as confused as you are.” he reached up and gently starts rubbing small circles on your back. It was soft and reassuring. He’s here and you're safe, but you cant help but doubt how long it would last. He left before he might again, but something deep down told you he’d never leave your side. That this was somehow different than before and he’d never do it again. You weren't sure if this feeling came from your soul, heart, head, gut, intuition, context clues or if you were just deeply delusional but here you were believing the man who’d lied, left and faked his own death when he said “whatever happens, I’ve got you”

#JSYUTK #6 underground #6 underground fanfic #ongoing series #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy #billy/four #hurt comfort #fluff #fluffy blurb #kallan writes #benjamin #fic #fanfic #ben hardy fluff #6 underground movie #6 underground fic #6 underground four #6 underground billy #ben hardy 6 underground #part 6 #multi part fic

[talesofphantombandits]

Before there was Six, there was Zero.

Hello my beautiful people! So this has been in the works for a while, I'm currently on a week holiday from my big girl job so thought I would take some creative time to finish this and hopefully finish editing the OG Zero To Six. It warms my heart so much to see people still reading ZTS daily on here and on Wattpad (where it's got 68k reads, 1k votes and 276 comments) so to bring you a new little piece of the puzzle makes me extremely excited. Love you all, and thanks again for showing Zero and Four so much love <3

I thought I would tag the old supporters from the last chapter of ZTS so if you're tagged and you aren't bothered about this anymore I'm deeply sorry for bugging you! And please let me know if you would like to be I tagged. I hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night <3

Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

tags: @i-am-sarah​​​ , @whothefuckstolemykeds​​​ , @drowsyrrog​​​ , @culturefiendtrashqueen​​​ , @rogue-barnes-16–main-account​​​–main-account , @alliwantfromyouistomakelovetome, @valerie-weasley​​​ , @sueeatstheworld​​​ , @bleona2808​​​ , @pippin248​​​ , @myfatbottomedgirls​​​ , @httpfandxms​​​ , @cooliosmosh​​​ , @speckles-s​​​ , @walking-disgrace​​​ , @itsmeaudrieee​​​ , @fight-the-freaking-fairies​​​ , @irrelevant-pumpkin​​​ , @captain-sparkles-who​​​ , @podcasts-8-my-heart​​ , @foulvintagenature​​​ , @imjustboredso​​​ , @loophoria​​​ @tealaquinn @raylan-c

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The only thing she could feel was how her lungs burned as she ran and still then it wasn’t fast enough, but nothing could stop her as she could hear the angry shouts in the distance getting louder and louder and yet there was no way back. Skidding into a alley way she looked for somewhere to hide herself until she was sure the man had passed, ducking behind a dustbin just in time. Peaking around, she could see him stop in front of the alley it was almost like he could sense that she was there.

Eventually he seemed to moved on to which she let out an audible sigh now that she knew she was finally alone and out of danger.  Just to be safe she waited for another good five minutes just to make sure that he had actually moved on. Calmly she started to hoist herself up from behind the bin and started to make her way towards the entrance of the busy street. Just as she was about to turn the corner, he suddenly popped out from seemingly nowhere and stood firmly in front of her. 

“Shit.” She started to take steps backwards, hoping that she wouldn’t bump into anything as she kept her eyes firm on the man in front of her. But he only followed, mocking each step she cautiously took.

“Hey sweetie, you can’t hide from me, I will always find you. I promise that.” He tried reach for her but she dodged out of his way just in time, throwing a punch to his stomach and sending him to the floor. 

She started to run again, only to trip when he reach out a hand and grabbed onto her ankle which in turn slammed her to the floor. 

She jolted awake and found herself bolting upright in bed, chest socked with sweat as she breathed heavily.

Looking to her bedside table where the alarm clock blared at her she saw that it was only 3am, sighing she rubbed her face with the palm of her sweaty hand. Another nightmare. She had, had them a lot recently ever since her parents had passed away, but for some reason they seemed to be getting stronger as time went on this one being the worst. She was meant to be at the cafe at 7am for her shift and to meet with Tim so she honestly didn’t see any point in going back to sleep. It would probably just be filled of more nightmares.

Things had been rough recently. Scout had been in need of money and being a hacker came with specific skills that specific but sometimes scary people where in need of. But most of the time it was the people who were being hacked that she had to worry about and her past few jobs had been very suspicious, but money is money and she need it to survive. That and she trusted Tim to keep her safe.

Luckily she hadn’t run into any trouble as yet, but the dreams she kept haven’t felt like someone was trying to tell her that she was playing with fire and she was eventually going to get burnt.

Scouts life had always been complicated and strange, enough that she was used to anything people could throw at her. In two days time her and Tim would go about their biggest job, with the biggest pay off they had ever got. Of which most of the money she wanted to save but there were a few debts she needed to pay and then that would be the end of them and she would be free.

She was sceptical of the job at first when Tim had talked her through it but then he mentioned how much the guy would pay she thought to herself why not, they had probably been through worse. But how wrong she was going to be. But one bad thing can lead into something amazing that will change your life forever.

"You look tired."

"Gee Tim, thanks for pointing out the obvious!" Scout put down Tim's fourth coffee of the day, he'd been in since 7am which was when she had started and was working on notes for the job. "Says you on your fourth coffee."

He just smiled up at her. "Yeah well these notes aren't going to write themselves."

She looked over at her boss who looked like he was deep in conversation with a difficult customer one that had short dark blonde hair that was sort of slicked back and even from where she was standing she could tell his eyes were a deep ocean blue, she’d been stealing glances at him ever since he came in.

She decided to take a seat across from Tim and try without annoying him too much to get some details about their mission that he’s been keeping very secret about for months now. "How far have you got? We nearly there?"

"Nearly! but We'll talk about it tonight. Cant talk about it here, too many people you never know who might be listening." He peered over the top of the laptop giving her a scowl. "Go on bugger off and do your job I need peace and quiet if this is to go smoothly!"

"Geez okay crabby! I'm going, I should take that coffee off you." He didn't respond, nor even look up at her again so she walked away shaking her head in disbelief. She headed back to the counter where her boss now stood alone at the cash register, she was surprised and saddened that the mystery handsome man had seemingly left before she could get one last good look.

She didn’t know it then but the next following weeks would bring her much trauma and pain but this evil was necessary for her to die and be reborn again into a new family that would actually care and love for her the way she’d always wanted to be loved.

That and she’d gain the most important person she’d ever met, or had they already met? And they didn’t even know it.

#zero to six #four #Billy #6 underground #6 underground Billy #6 underground four #6 underground fic #6 underground fanfic #6 underground fanfiction #billy x scout #billy fanfiction #billy x oc #four x zero #four x oc

[adrenaline-roulette]

Thinking It's about time I get back into some writing.... It's been FAR too long..

Does anyone have any requests? Y'all know what I write usually, but if you pull my leg enough, I'll try writing for anything!

I'll try and update some of my WIPs too, but wanna dip my toes in first sorry!

#fanfiction ideas #fanfic request #fic request #queen fanfiction #labyrinth fan fiction #bohrhap fanfic #6 underground fanfiction #send me requests #ahkmenrah fanfiction #night at the museum fic #until dawn fanfic #queen band fanfiction #nerdy fanfiction #fandom fanfics

[apricusapollo]

being small, underground writer is so good and nice because if the assholes in this fandom treated me the same way they treat more known authors, i would be throwing some hands

#like who do you think you are #putting such pressure on people who just wanna write stories for FUN #and for FREE too #like we're not getting paid for this shit #if you don't have anything good to say #don't say anything at all #and don't hit me with that I wanna be critic #STUFF WRITTEN BY DEAD AUTHORS ARE RIGHT THERE #trust me they will not give a flying fuck because they're 6 ft underground #the audacity of some people #ao3 #marauders #fanfic

[benjaminrussell]

Pogues Underground

Fandom: Outer Banks Relationship: JJ/Pope/Kiara Rating: Teen WC: 3.4k

Summary: "Six individuals from all around the globe, each the very best at what they do, have been chosen not only for their skill, but for a unique desire to delete their pasts to change the future." In which the Pogues are going after dictators and terrorists instead of gold, but JJ still gets hurt (and lives when he should have by all rights died).

JJ throws himself off the building, and Pope’s heart is in his throat as he watches through the binoculars. But despite how scary it is to watch, he’s seen his friend do ridiculous stunts like this many times before, and JJ knows what he’s doing. Pope isn’t that worried. At least he isn’t until a sharp crack rings out and JJ jerks as he falls. He lands on the roof below with a distinct lack of grace, crumpling and rolling like a rag doll. Once upon a time Pope would have been frozen in horror, but he’s been in this life for a long time now and so he’s moving before he even thinks about it.

Read on AO3

#outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #pope heyward #jj maybank #kiara carrera #6 underground #fanfic

[serendipity-writes]

Fic Masterpost

6 Underground

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They Call Me Crazy (Teen, 5.2k)

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#fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #6 underground #ocean's eleven #ocean's 11 #treasure planet #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dead poets society #stranger things #the old guard #merlin #bbc merlin #voltron #voltron legendary defender

[bg-brainrot]

Hello, I am writing Astarion fanfic with no signs of stopping 👋

Note: All Astarion x Tav, all written with gender-neutral pronouns and from second-person POV. Will continue to update this! This blog is all BG3 + Astarion

Love at First Knife

Rogue!Tav and Spawn!Astarion

This series is based on my double-rogue playthrough. Tav is an assassin rogue, chaotic neutral, chooses mostly good options but a ton of options just for the laughs or the money. Astarion remains unascended. Everyone shows up sooner or later, though main group includes Karlach and Shadowheart.

The Trap is Set: Two 8 strength rogues get stuck and need to wait for rescue; one of those rogues doesn't like being trapped underground

Failed a Dex Save and Fell for You: the gang plays Truth or Dare and Tav starts to realize their feelings

Healing Threads: Astarion is an expert at embroidery -- Tav finds this out through an injury. They later find out *why* he’s such an expert

NEW! The Night They Slept Together: Tav pines, and their relationship with Astarion shifts ever so slightly. (They literally do just sleep) [Tumblr]

One Small Bedroll, Two Confused Hearts: oh no, one bed! But both Astarion and Tav are scared to admit they're catching real feelings

Failed Every Insight Check and Fell all the Harder: Astarion POV, he begins feeling some new feelings. It's only after Moonrise Towers that he can put a name to them. [Tumblr]

Stolen Hearts: Tav "picks" Astarion over Karlach (Tav and Karlach were never really together but oh well, semantics)

A Stolen Moment: Tav and Astarion are on a thief date

The Rogues that Slay Together Stay Together: Tav goes down protecting Astarion, Astarion has never been this worried

A Pair of Penguin Pebblers: Both Astarion and Tav love stealing, they steal through a shopping episode and go on a date afterward

The Smut Peddlers of Sharess' Caress: the group finds smut written about Astarion and Tav [Tumblr]

A Bad Counterfeit: Tav is replaced by a doppelganger and Astarion immediately notices something's wrong, some angst as he comes to term with being a "hero"

Hugs for a Vampire: Rogue!Tav and Astarion's romance as told through hugs [Tumblr Masterlist]

More than Vampiric Charms: After some banter between Jaheira and Astarion goes too far, Rogue!Tav reassures Astarion [Tumblr]

Would You Still Love Me?: Rogue!Tav asks the question everyone wants to know the answer to "would you still love me if I was a worm?" [Tumblr]

Of Bets, Bluffs, and Briefs: The gang plays strip poker, though it seems like not everyone (Astarion) is playing by the rules [Tumblr]

Brawls Fair in Love and War: What starts out as a scuffle turns into a full out tavern brawl for the gang [Tumblr]

Alone in a Crowded Camp: Astarion reflects and realizes that company isn't so bad. [Tumblr]

Their First Winter Together: Astarion and Rogue!Tav enjoy a lot of winter firsts in this fluff-filled extravaganza [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

Unraveling Plan Meet Immeasurable Insecurity: Tav tries their damnedest to propose, only to be rebuffed by Astarion at every single turn. [Tumblr]

(smut) The Thousandth Time: Astarion and Rogue!Tav make love for the thousandth time. In a bathtub. [Tumblr]

Random post-game rogue!Tav headcanons

A Star in the Dark

Evil!Dark Urge and Ascended!Astarion

Evil!Dark Urge and Astarion have a tumultuous relationship, make dubious choices, and become a power couple. *This playthrough scares me so I'll update this sporadically hah

(smut) In My Head: Dark Urge has an all new kind of daydream after Astarion approaches them

(smut) A Bloody Sacrament: Astarion licks Dark Urge clean after they bathe in a pool of blood [Tumblr]

Other

Tav x Astarion fics that don't belong to a series

IN PROGRESS When He's all but Forgotten How to Love Again: Elf-Tav reincarnation story, they dream of him in their reverie, and go out to find him once they reach maturity [Tumblr Masterlist]

IN PROGRESS The Consequences of Convenience: Tav enters a marriage of convenience with their unromanced, best friend Astarion-- feelings ensue.

Spicy Astarion Headcanons (both A!A and Spawn!A)

If you're looking for some more fics, check out my fic recs here!

If you're wondering which Hozier songs fit which pairings, check them here!

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #fanfic #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate 3

[lucysarah-c]

Masterlist!

All my Levi x reader fanfics and Levi fanart

Art Commission: OPEN!

Writing Requests: CLOSED!

Headcanons:

-> Levi dating a Swifty

-> Levi's s/o telling him she's pregnant

One-Shots:

-> Ackerman’s blood

Levi fears for the first time that perhaps his Ackerman's powers aren't a bleassing when his son suffers the consequences of them. Dad! Levi x Reader

-> Stoppers (NSFW!!)

Levi feels overwhelming jealous and decides that there's nothing better to set things clear of who owns who than a good old fucking. Levi x Reader.

-> Criminal Record Part 1 - Part 2

Levi insist he has done worse things in his life than, perhaps, sleeping with a subordinate.

-> Traidor

2020 what a time to be alive. The snk character are doing the same as old of us trying to survive the lockdown... playing among us! Levi x reader.

-> Father’s day

Having a soldier as a father is never easy, way less when your father is Humanity's strongest soldier. Levi's kid has the perfect gift but perhaps it's not the perfect scenario. Dad! Levi x Mom! reader

-> Couple goals

Levi hates military's formal events and you know it. Both of you still make the perfect team.

-> Baby boy

Hang out with your higher-ups as you just become Levi's girlfriend. What's the worse thing that could happen? Spoiler alert: Eren is not going to forget about this... neither Erwin.

-> Scratches down his back

Having a boyfriend that's a good couple of years older than you has it's pros... specially when he decides to show them to you. Levi x reader

-> Blackfire

Erwin insists that Levi should educate his squad on certain topics proper of their age. Levi isn't really convinced but Commander's orders are Commander's orders… However, Erwin didn't specify on what he should educate his bratty cadets about. Levi x reader!

-> ANGEL

You met Captain Levi while working as a teacher at one of the new orphanages that Queen Historia created. He seems so willying to help. (YANDERE! Levi x reader NSFW!!)

-> Tea time

Levi is deep down a huge gossip old lady. Levi x reader

-> An Old-fashioned Girl

You're a teen living her normal life until she travelled back on time to aot period.

-> Self-sabotage

Erwin begs Levi to buy him a coffee on his way to university. Having a crush in a barista is so hard when you don't like coffee. (Modern au! University student Levi having a crush on a barista)

-> Not in season? NSFW! Part 1 - Part 2

Winter had settled in, and the scouts were busy training and preparing for the prospects of spring, still far away, to retake Wall Maria. Despite the snow accumulating outside, the building was freezing cold, and the world had secluded itself until the temperature rose. So, why was Captain Levi boiling in his own body? Something felt off, but his mind was quickly slipping into insanity as he tried to find a rational explanation. OMEGAVERSE ALPHA LEVI X OMEGA READER.

-> Levi and the first encounter! Underground! Levi

Tales of Levi's life in the underground.

-> EXPLANATION OMEGAVERSE AU

-> Fifteen, what an age to be alive!

Steal your father's car! What could go wrong? Dad! Levi x Mom! Reader

-> Laundry Problems

Levi's a very stoic calm man. He always does laundry but as a unknown piece of clothe appear, Levi's life flash before his eyes. Levi x reader

-> Bed-head Levi

How are Captain Levi's mornings?

-> Boop! You've been chosen!

Levi and you decide to adopt a kitty.

-> My Teen! Levi's modern AU stories.

There's a lot of them so here's a link to all of them.

Little Pieces I Wrote (Self-Explanatory Titles).

-> Levi isn't romantic

-> Levi as a father part 1 part2

-> Unpopular aot opinions

-> Levi growing up in the underground 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,

-> Levi's morning with happy ending NSFW

-> Sick clingy Levi NSFWish

-> Soft Levi NSFWish

-> Horny Levi x nurse! reader NSFW

-> Levi x Passenger princess reader

-> Travelling with Levi

-> Girlfriend effect on Levi!

-> Levi loving calling his girlfriend "wife"

-> Levi and farlan as roomies

-> Levi as the father of a baby boy

-> Being humanity's strongest baby girl

-> SnK boys and pilates.

Holy Ground (longfic! over 300k Levi x reader)

Your relationship with your boyfriend is hanging on by a very thin thread, and everything is a good excuse to not go back to your cold bed - and that’s how you find yourself in a situation that you will soon regret. This story takes place before Eren discovered he was a Titan shifter, before Wall Maria was retaken, even before it was broken. The veterans usually make fun of the cadets for being bratty teenagers, but were they any better?

600! Followers event!

Have you ever wished you could ask Captain Levi a few questions and see his reaction? Well! say no more! I left Levi incharge of my blog for a few days. Enjoy the comic with hisreactions!

2k! Followers event!

Have you ever wished you could ask Captain Levi a few questions and see his reaction? Well! say no more! I left Levi incharge of my blog for a few days. Enjoy the comic with hisreactions! Part 2! Levi's revenge.

SnK Incorrect Quotes:

63 and COUNTING silly posts of quotes that I think snk characters would say.

You think that art looks cute? I draw it! Here's a link to a few of my other pieces!

WANNA JOIN MY TAG LIST SO YOU DON’T LOSE A SINGLE POST? HERE!

#levi ackerman #levi #captain levi #levi aot #snk levi #levi x reader #levi x y/n #aot levi #snk levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackeman #levi attack on titan #captain levi ackerman x you #captain levi x reader #captian levi x reader #captain levi ackerman x y/n #captain levi x you #levi shingeki no kyojin #levi x you #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titans #levi smut #levi x reader smut #levi ackerman snk #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x reader smut #levi ackerman x female!reader

[whispering-about-the-tmnt]

Current list of my TMNT Fanfics!

The Bone Garden

You gathered up old papers, old photos… and you flipped through them, one by one, remembering…

Rating / Genre: G / Drama, grief, gen

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: 400

TMNT Version: Various / Any

Warnings: Mentions of death

Notes: Originally written on Halloween, 2007 for the 2k3 episode, Same As It Never Was, but now I feel that it applies to The Last Ronin, as well... or really, any story where one Turtle remained after the others had passed on.

A Cup Of Good Cheer

April is afraid that she got Donnie the wrong Christmas gift this year, but Leo tries to convince her otherwise.

Rating / Genre: G / Holiday, family, gen

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~3,400

TMNT Version: Various / Any

Notes: Autistic Donnie vibes

Displaced

An unprepared Donatello ends up on a Greyhound Bus to Springfield, Massachusetts

Rating / Genre: soft T / Mild drama, road trip, gen

Chapters: 6/6 (complete)

Word count: ~18,500

TMNT Version: TMNT 1987 / Archie run

Warnings: Blood, guns, mild peril

Notes: This was my first TMNT fic, which I originally posted some 25 years ago. It was written even earlier, though, for my father right after the 1990s movies came out.

Fleeting Thoughts

A collection of 100-word TMNT drabbles

Rating / Genre: G / Various, gen

Chapters: 9/?

Word count: 900 (so far)

TMNT Version: Various / Any

Notes: I know it is hotly debated what the length of a drabble should be, but I was always firmly in the 100-word camp.

Midnight On The High Bridge

The High Bridge between Manhattan and the Bronx has always been one of Michelangelo's favorite places to go for a late night ride on his board; but on this cloudy evening, he finds more than just fresh air and freedom high above the Harlem River.

Rating / Genre: G / M/F, Meet-cute

Chapters: 3/3 (complete)

Word count: ~8,100

TMNT Version: 2007, TMNT Adventures

Notes: Brings Oyuki Mashimi into the 2007 universe; takes place a year after the events of the movie

Passage

Leonardo has an appointment with death.

Rating / Genre: T / Drama, supernatural

Chapters: 4/9 (in-progress)

Word count: ~5,070 (so far)

TMNT Version: Various / Any

Warnings: Death and dying, gore, blood

Notes: Written back in the early 00s…

Requiescat

Leonardo died today.

Rating / Genre: G / Drama, grief, poetry, gen

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: 180

TMNT Version: Various / Any

Warnings: Mentions of death and dying

Notes: Written a couple decades ago...

The Scent Of Violets

Donnie and Mike are trapped underground with a memory

Rating / Genre: T / Drama, gen

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~1,800

TMNT Version: Various / Any

Warnings: Blood, severe injury

Notes: Another one written in the late 90s, early 2000s (even I can't remember at this point)

Second Time Around

Two years after the defeat and banishment of Krang and Shredder, the Turtles and their human friends now have different, more personal challenges to overcome -- challenges that are made all the more difficult to deal with when Baxter Stockman and Karai pull them into a conflict that involves disentangling the complexities time itself.

Rating / Genre: T / Script, gen

Chapters: 19/? (in-progress)

Word count: ~28,000 (so far)

TMNT Version: Bayverse (2014-2016)

Warnings: Character death mentioned

Notes: A script/screenplay for a third Bayverse movie.

Something Wicked

He felt movement all around him; something like the wind, though the air was dead still. He backed against the curved sewer wall… holding his breath as his eyes scanned the pitch blackness. The feeling grew closer, touching him… a whisper against his damp skin…

Rating / Genre: M / Horror, suspense, gen

Chapters: 17/? (in-progress)

Word count: 50,400 (so far)

TMNT Version: Undetermined -- originally written for the 87 series/Archie run, but this new version is its own continuity

Warnings: Blood, gore, possible character death, whump, etc. Best suited for people that have no problem with slasher movies.

Notes: Originally written and posted a couple decades ago, now being put under an extensive rewrite

Still Waters

They say I'm the quiet one…

Rating / Genre: G / Introspective, poetry, gen

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~200

TMNT Version: Various / Any

Notes: Also from over twenty years ago. A Donatello introspective.

Under The Influence

Leo is under the influence of… something

Rating / Genre: G / humor, gen

Chapters: 4/4 (complete)

Word count: 400

TMNT Version: Various / Any

Notes: Just a silly little four-drabble story I wrote when I wasn't feeling so well a bunch of years back...

When She Loved Me

She always said that I had his eyes. I don't know if I ever really believed her… after all, I never knew him. But I suppose they must be his. Her own eyes were deep and dark, almost black… reflective like mirrors. Mine are blue… light blue, like the sky. I think that sometimes she hated looking into them, because it was like she was looking at him again… like she was looking at my father.

Rating / Genre: G / Drama, gen

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: 2,500

TMNT Version: TMNTA, the Archie run

Warnings: Parental abandonment

Notes: This is Oyuki's backstory as I see it. It was originally written and posted at FFnet back around 2000, though the fic is contemporary with the TMNTA Comics, setting its year at 1992.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #ninja turtles #tmnt fanfic #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2003 #rottmnt #tottmnt #tmnt mm #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 1987 #writers on tumblr

[practically-an-x-man]

Just got a new chapter of Desert Song up! It's intense, please enjoy!

#i'm going to subject you all to my recent obsession with nova twins too #this chapter's play fair. i'm sure athena and antagonist and kmb will make an appearance later on too #my writing #desert song fic #my ocs #oc quinn/aces #6 underground #6 underground fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 writer #fanfic

[tachimichishrine]

Q6yuquqjq YOU'RE LIKE THE PERFECT TACHIHARA FANFIC Y/N WRITER I FUCKING LOVE YOU MATE❤️❤️❤️❤️ I have one silly offer, and ofc ofc I'll wait my sweet time for u to drop it (probably wait for decades like I'm so invested). Can you do some...fluff like the reader is so inlove and has been dropping hints to tachi. He knows but he wants the reader to say it to his face instead of hints.with the silly lines "I ain't a patient man, say it to my face" QJKSJSJS IDK HOW TO WORD IT BUT U CAN DO IT!!!!

<QIUQ8UE8U2WE (i'm the only tachihara fanfic writer sooo,,,)(unless i'm not...)(if there's someone else who writes for him pls tag me im desperate....) BUT RAH I FKIN LOVE YOU MORE YOU SEXY AHH ANON,, your offer is not silly it is majestically ethereal it deserves to be framed and hung in the louvre it belongs on a higher plane of existence... im so sorry it's short BUT URGH THE IDEA IS SO GOOD >

"impatient"

⫭◦⨝◦⫬

tachihara michizou x fem! jouno's sister! reader

warnings: none! take the fluff and frustrated tachi and flustered reader! (obviously some mild cursing and intended lowercase >///<)

it was a mistake, a terrible mistake that led to this.

"listen up, you bitch," tachihara seethed, pressing the tip of the gun against her temple, "this is our turf and you have no business being here."

"look sweetheart, this is all a misunderstanding," she said coolly, despite her heart pounding in her chest and the cold metal wrapped around her wrists.

and she wasn't lying. the series of events that led to her being tied to a metal chair somewhere in the port mafia's infinite supply of basements were peculiar, difficult to explain to the man who was threatening her life.

"any chance I could explain this all over some drinks?" she suggested with a chuckle before he dragged the gun down to her neck and pushed it up under her chin. "sheesh, okay, I guess not."

"having fun now, aren't we?" he nearly spat in her face, looking disgusted. "let's see how much you laugh when I put a hole in every one of your limbs-"

she shushed him then spoke in a whisper. "I think they're gone now, you can lay off the act."

tachihara sighed out of relief and moved to take the cuffs off of the detained woman.

"you're a real pain in my ass, you know that?" he whispered back, watching her get up and stretch her limbs. "I told you not to show up here."

"I'm sorry, I got carried away! I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd say hi... never thought you'd have another mafioso with you."

"you're gonna blow my cover," he said plainly, earning a pout.

their relationship was complicated.

jouno [_____], executive at the most notorious criminal organization in yokosuka, a city south of yokohoma, who still traveled back and forth for some occasional business. her current position was formerly filled by her brother saigiku, who left the underground in order to join the hunting dogs.

she, on the other hand, stuck the criminal route and even maintained contact with her sibling throughout the 6 years without ever switching sides. he never spoke about her to his colleagues except for a single grumble under his breath on one occasion where teruko was out of control, saying she was acting just like "his delinquent sister".

the matter was laid to rest until the first day of tachihara's infiltration into the port mafia. supposedly, since he had no street credit and would look extremely suspicious, she was his ticket in. she wasn't doing it out of the goodness of her heart (she was paid by the hunting dogs after being recommended by her brother), and yet tachihara found that she'd taken less than a week to get him accustomed to the underground life and put in a good word for him with the port mafia. she acted somewhat unprofessional at times, but there was no denying that she was good.

a little too good at times.

he was given impossible missions, to begin. the kind of things that set you up for failure unless you were a prodigy or had insane connections, missions hand-delivered by mori or any executive to test the new recruit. the first time, he was supposed to go and threaten the foreigners that had settled in on the edge of town and gotten themselves too comfortable with yokohoma. he relayed the information back to the hunting dogs, and jouno happened to mention it over the phone to his sister. she jumped in, ready to intervene before tachihara went in guns blazing and found himself confronting the notorious bulletproof brothers of brazil. she even told him where to buy knockout gas and gave him the rundown of the crime groups of the region.

once he got more familiar with his environment, she was needed less and yet contacted him at the same frequency. sometimes it was for essential information, other times it was for "company", as she put it. the ambiguity made it so that he didn't have any other choice but to respond to all of her calls.

tonight, she was in yokohoma for some business and decided to pop by and say hi. unfortunately, she did so right as he was having a chat with chuuya and they were caught in a peculiar situation. they played along, her pretending to be caught and him pretending to not know who she was while the executive spat in her face and asked what she was doing in this part of yokohoma. tachihara took charge of the situation and promised to find out, which led to them both roleplaying in the basement of the port mafia.

"oh, come on, you're gonna be fineeee," she tapped the tip of his nose, giggling without a care in the world. "chuuya knows I travel 'round these areas, and he's gonna catch wind of the deal I just closed earlier tonight, too. just tell him that and all's well. cheer up, tachihara, it's the underground. no one cares that much here."

he grumbled some kind of confirmation and watched as she held his hand and they both turned to human vapor. his consciousness paused momentarily and he came to a few streets down, wobbly on his feet as if his muscles were liquified.

"what the fuck, I didn't say—"

she shushed his protest, nodding her head to the motorcycle parked in front of them. "oh come on, stop complainin'. I'd ask you for drinks but most of the shops 'round here are mafia-owned and you'd be paranoid about gettin' caught, right? so hop on, I'll take ya to the other side of town, but you're paying, got it?"

"shit, you're gonna get me—"

"drunk. now hop on, pretty boy, we've got places to be."

he complied with a roll of his eyes, mildly pissed but unable not to reflect back the playful attitude she was giving him.

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the ride was rather long, but damn him if he complained.

she had her body leaning around the tank, legs constantly at work shifting gears and shifting their weight as the motorcycle sped up drastically. she didn't offer him a helmet, not even a jacket of any sorts, since she'd never crashed before. she whispered, "hold on, even if we're about to crash, and you'll be fine," and he didn't have any room to complain or ask questions.

her ability to turn herself and any objects directly in contact with her skin into vapor greatly resembled her brother's, but proved so useful in the sense that she could control herself in a gaseous state, floating around a room and gathering intel almost completely invisible, which made her such an effective executive. tachihara put two and two together and figured she'd evaporate both him and the bike if anything went south.

nothing went wrong. in fact, the fear for his life got him wrapping his hands around her waist and burying his face in her back. when he loosened up, she would do a dangerous maneuver and his grip would tighten once again as she laughed maniacally.

she laughed about it some more when they were finally inside the lounge owned by her own organization, sitting in a booth in the corner so that it was unlikely anyone would notice them— even if they did, she had the kind of authority that made it feel incredibly dangerous to even think about tattletalling. apparently, the sadism ran in the family.

"you really freaked out when I swerved around that huge truck," she giggled, taking a sip out of her mystery drink and sliding the glass over to him. "want a sip?"

"what is it?" he questioned, still drinking without waiting for her to respond. his face scrunched up in disgust and he pushed it back. "yurk, what is that? can't believe you drink that shit voluntarily."

"hey, it's my favourite flavour!" she frowned and punched his shoulder. "I'll tell them to charge you double for everything 'cause you deserve it."

"isn't everything we order free? I mean, since you practically own the shop, that's what the guy at the front told you."

"shut up, I'm trying to make a point."

the evening was quiet, almost no one around except the two of them. she asked how her brother had been, and he asked the same thing since he hadn't spoken to his coworkers in quite some time. she gave him more details on things he needed to watch out for, and then listened to his updates with enough attention that neither of them noticed her body gravitating towards his. by the time it was too early in the morning and the place was closing, their shoulders were practically rubbing and she was close enough to kiss him.

it was all she ever thought of. she lied to herself, said she was checking out the bandage on his nose and her gaze just dropped down to his lips while he spoke. staring long enough for him to notice - that was the plan - except he didn't seem to notice at all, or at least he pretended not to. laughing loudly at every semi-funny joke he made, distractedly taking her bottom lip in between her teeth, tilting her head when he spoke; she was running out of hints to drop. the only other thing she could think of was carving "I love you" into her forehead and praying he doesn't spontaneously go blind.

how dense can a man be?

she had a driver drop him off back in yokohoma; her heart ached when she waved him goodbye and goodnight.

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she couldn't stop thinking about him, day and night, and it was getting out of control. she would zone out in the middle of meetings and her colleagues were noticing. she explained that it was just some personal stuff, not that her chest felt hollow whenever she thought about him, not that she was catching herself thinking of gifts to get him, not that she was atrociously in love with him.

months, she spent months trying to drop hints. she had felt like she might accidentally evaporate when she had called him "pretty boy" for the first time, but he shrugged it off as if she hadn't said anything. once she got comfortable with that, she got touchy, and still no reaction. over the past week, she texted and called him nearly every night and even fell asleep on call on a few occasions. she checked the call log and he hung up nearly an hour after she drifted off, long enough to signal that he was listening to her snore softly but not long enough that he could've fallen asleep accidentally as well.

she kept losing hope as she thought about it, then regaining the confidence after seeing him again. it was getting unbearable.

"saigiku, I'm losing my mind," she said, sitting down at a bench on the pier. her legs kicked back and forth, and she sighed into the phone. "I don't understand guys. help me out here."

"ugh, don't you have girlfriends to talk about this shit with?" he groaned in annoyance on the other end. "I don't know. men are stupid. hope that helps."

she mimicked him. "thanks bro, you're tons of help."

"well, you won't tell me anything about the guy so I don't know what you want from me. either suck it up and say it to him or move on."

his advice wasn't bad, but it was simultaneously obvious that he couldn't care less. she rolled her eyes and changed the topic, instead listening for what felt like hours while he ranted about his dumb colleague. she wondered whether the jounos were really just bad at understanding people.

once the call was over, she took a deep breath of the ocean breeze and closed her eyes. nearly falling asleep on the bench, she was roused by her name being called out, a familiar voice.

"hey, tachihara," she smiled softly at him, seemingly exhausted (from all the nights spent rolling over in bed, thinking about him).

"you said you had intel?" he takes a seat next to her, trying to play it cool in case they were spotted, despite the light fog and the lack of anyone being out this late at night.

nodding, she handed over a folder filled with the information she collected about the next inspectors in yokohoma, the ones who were going to try to naively take down the port mafia and ultimately fail.

"they have a few operations going on, one about your buddy hirotsu. they might start digging into you too, and you don't want them finding out. deal with them as if them finding your identity was a death sentence, because it might as well be."

the information was true, but nothing in the folder was important. she just wanted to see him again.

"so..." he leafed through the papers, "anything I need to look out for?"

the millions of hints I keep dropping you.

"nothing particular, I think. they'll probably aim for more important mafia figures, so you'll be glossed over as a new recruit. someone experienced will likely take care of them before you need to."

"okay, thanks," he made the motion to get up, but stopped himself. "...are you in yokohoma for long?"

"just the night, my driver's picking me up in a few hours," she smiled reassuringly at him. "why?"

"huh? no reason, just wonderin'." he got up this time and nodded at her. "thanks for the drop, you didn't hafta do that."

I'm in love with you, you fool, of course I did.

"oh, it's not a big deal. anything for a friend."

more than a friend. fuck, you look gorgeous in the moonlight.

she caught herself watching his back as he walked away. her hand reached out, as if to physically catch him as he slipped away, then she cursed herself.

"hey, tachihara? are you in a rush to go anywhere?"

he turned around and shot up a brow. her smirk felt genuine.

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the idea was stupid, to combine both of their abilities together to try to get the best view of the night sky. no city light in their way as they stood a few hundred meters from the ground. she beat up the metal roof of a small car and pulled it off so that they could place it on the ground. they both sat down on top of it, one of her hands holding him while the other's palm flattened out on the sheet of metal. evaporating; within seconds, they were among the clouds. she warped them back and he activated his ability to carry both of their weights.

suspended in the sky, suspended in time.

"never seen the stars this clearly before," she murmured, feet dangling over the edge as she laid down. "living in the city really takes away from the small things, doesn't it?"

"guess so," he said, doing the same as she did.

silence. nothing except the breeze and the frigid air and their breathing.

"the stars are beautiful," she said, dumbly, not knowing what else to say.

"yeah," he responded simply.

more silence. she could've sworn he could hear her heart pounding.

"...is it heavy to hold both of us up?"

"not really."

it was getting painful.

"shit, it's cold up here."

"uh huh."

she wasn't lying, it really was cold. but at least the numbness in her fingers took over for the numbness in her mind.

"should we head down?"

"sure."

she held onto the plate, then reached for his hand. she hesitated. it felt like she was always making the first move, always trying to do something, and now it was feeling all wrong. she just wanted him to confirm anything, tell her anything, anything at all.

she got over herself, took his frozen hand in hers and brought them back down.

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she took her brother's advice and got over herself.

of course, she still filled him in on anything he needed to know and she occasionally tried to talk with him, but it was as if he was purposefully avoiding not only her hints, but anything at all that she did.

so, she was quite surprised when she found that he'd left her a message telling her to show up at a bar in between the two cities that evening.

her leg bounced uneasily while she sat at a table, drinks already ordered but her glass toyed with between her fingers while she waited. thankfully, it wasn't long before he arrived, amber eyes catching hers from across the room.

"hey," she smiled, trying to repress the butterflies and keep a level head. "what did you— huh?!"

tachihara had grabbed her arm with a tight grip, firmly pulling her up to her feet as she complied, confused.

"ow, lay off my arm— I'll follow you but where the fuck are we going? I ordered drinks, y'know, feels like a waste..."

"will you shut the actual fuck up?" he interrupted again, now pulling her outside of the bar completely and pushing her against the wall. "are you fucking stupid?"

"what the hell? what's wrong with you, tachiha-"

"I'd ask you the same thing. look, I'm not dumb. I can practically feel your heart beating out of your chest right now."

"wha-"

"look, I ain't a patient man. just say it to my face."

it took his stern expression, the way he was almost trapping her against the brick wall of the building and looking as serious as she'd ever seen him to realize that they were both thinking the same thing.

"what, do you wanna hear that I like you? you're gonna make me sound like a lovesick schoolgirl," she chuckled, using humour to envelope her confession so that whatever came next would hurt less. or so, she hoped.

"not good enough."

she narrowed her eyes at him. "the fuck do you mean, not good enough? I've been trying to drop you hints for the past century and your dense ass wasn't having it, all of a sudden you're acting distant, then you're pulling me out of a bar and asking me to confess to you? fine, you wanna hear about how fucking stupid I am around you? you wanna hear how I read over every message you've ever sent me before I go to sleep, how I can't do shit without seeing something that reminds me of you, how I feel like I'm going to combust into a thousand fucking pieces whenever I see you smile at one of my lame jokes? you wanna hear about every time I told myself I'd say something and then I back out of it? you wanna—"

she stopped talking as soon as his hand wrapped around her neck, fingertips intertwined with her hair and thumbs running upwards along her ears so he had a good enough hold to pull her into his lips.

maybe it was everything she'd ever imagined, or maybe it wasn't. who cares. he was kissing her.

she didn't know what to do, how to kiss him back when he was pressing into her like he wanted this as badly as she did. her body went along with his, allowing him to push her harder against the wall and kiss her deeper. it didn't end, her lips opening up and panting softly into his mouth while his tongue took over. he drew pictures of her into the roof of her mouth, and she was drunk on his spit by the time he pulled away.

"fucking finally," he breathed out, chest rising and falling against hers.

"I'm so goddamn confused," she giggled back, "not that I'm complaining."

"you didn't just drop hints, you threw them at my fuckin' face, [_____]. I was waiting for you to make the first move and you didn't, so I tried somethin' else to see if you'd get sick and tired and finally say it. but you didn't, and I wasn't gonna wait any longer."

"you could've just asked me first, you dipshit."

he grinned that stupid, smug grin she couldn't get over. "yeah, but then I wouldn't have heard your little speech there."

"oh, fuck you." her words didn't match her actions, grabbing handfuls of his jacket and pulling him in for another kiss.

for an impatient man, he felt like he waited his whole life for this moment.

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summary: Billy busts his stitches as you find an intruder in your home

pairing(s): Billy/Four x gn!reader

word count: 1.7k

Warnings: emotions, repressed feelings, angst, fluff, mention of hospitals, blood and injury, negative and complex emotions. poor writing skills, poor proofreading and editing, an american writing a brit. i think thats it? I know its been too long since the last part but here ya go

  “Hi!” the man said with a wave and a quick smile.

   “Who the fuck are you?” 

   “I’m One” 

   “Okay…One… get out” 

   “ can’t Sorry” 

   “You Can't?” your voice was getting louder “why not? Why are you here?” your tone was steady and determined, not at all mimicking the panic you were feeling on the inside “GET. OUT.”

   “Look, I just need to speak to the boy” 

   “Why” 

   The man paused, watching you for a moment, calculating a response  “He broke a promise” 

   “Join the club” 

   The corners of his mouth twitched upwards at your quick rebuttal he composed himself and leaned forward so his elbow rested on his knees “look, normally i wouldn't let anyone sit in on the discussion we’re gonna have but ill make an exception for you. This is going against my better judgment and breaks so many rules but you may stay.” 

   “I MAY STAY?!” you nearly bellowed 

   One winced, deeply regretting his phrasing but responded by shifting his eyeline behind you and letting out a loud “FOUR!” 

 You heard a thump and your bedroom door swinging open and Billy appeared panicked, if your voice hadn't woken him, Ones sure as hell did. 

  “So nice of you to join us” one said with a petty smile as he leaned back again and pulled a gun from inside his jacket which he rested calmly on the cushion beside him. 

  “Shit” 

   “Yeah, shit is right my friend. Did you think i wouldn't find you? Did you really think id just let you go?”

   “Billy w-what's going on?” your eyes shifted from one to billy. Billys face was sad, panicky and apologetic as he met your gaze. 

   “Wait- you haven't even told them yet?” one was shocked then after a moment he started laughing. You looked back at the strange man who collected himself enough to say “well… are ya gonna? Cuz nows your chance big guy.” 

   Your gaze flipped back to your former… whatever he was to you “what's he talking about?” you paused hoping he’d respond, his mouth dropped open but he uttered no words, his eyes big and regretful. You turned your body and faced him fully “Billy?” you grabbed one of his hands as you attempted to get him to finally tell you the truth but you stopped as you felt how clammy his hand felt. You glanced down and let it drop from your hands, you looked up again and saw his face had paled “Billy?” you asked, scared and concerned, one of your hands went to softly cup his cheek. Your eyes shifted from his face and slowly down his body until you saw his other hand pressed to his abdomen with red seeping into his shirt around his hand. “Shit” you breathed as you gingerly moved his hand 

   “shit“ he agreed 

   “Okay…” your mind was racing “your stitches probably bust. we should-” 

   “No more hospitals” 

   “But-” 

   “I agree no more hospitals” the man piped up

   You whirled around, your hands not leaving Billys body, and snapped “you shut up” you faced billy again, “babe this could be really bad, we should-”   He shook his head, his hand cupped your cheek “no hospital” he pleads “I know its been a long time but I'm sure you remember enough from patching us up back in the day to fix me” 

   You stared into his eyes for a moment before, captivated by the trust radiating from him. You nodded and you lead him to the bathroom. He sat on the closed toilet seat and you grabbed your first aid kit, hoping there'd be enough of what you’d need and convincing yourself it's not as bad as your gut was telling you it is. 

   You turned to find billy smiling to himself “what?” you asked

   “You called me ‘babe’” 

   You knelt in front of him “and? What of it?” 

   “You haven't called me that in a long time is all” his hand was clutching his still bleeding abdomen as the splotch on his shirt continued to expand.

   “And whose fault is that?” you asked as you tapped his hand, signally him to uncover his wound. He did without hesitation and your hands reached for the hem of his shirt, your mind flashing back to the hundreds of times you'd been in similar situations as kids, as teens, as young adults, as friends, as lovers. You’d patched him up a ton over the years because of his insistence on being a “physical badass” as he put it. Billy has been nearly obsessed with mastering parkour since he was a kid and you always supported him even tho the number of times he got- sometimes seriously- hurt was hard for you to see. But you learned to patch him up and he taught you some cool stuff too. You were by no means good at parkour but you had gotten pretty agile and gained some decent skills. 

   It's been a while, obviously, and this was different. This wasn't a scrape or a skinned knee or even a dislocated joint, this was a deep open wound that had just been reopened. You were nervous, your hands shook as you grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. You dropped the shirt to the floor and billy grabbed your trembling hand. 

   “Hey, It’s okay. You’ve got this, love” you couldn't look at him, your eyes focused on the first aid kit next to his discarded shirt. “I trust you. I know I fucked up and I know you need time and answers. I will tell you everything in time. I promise. But I need time too. I don't even know where to start with it all” you still couldn't look up at him. His big green eyes always gave him away, always expressed exactly what he was thinking and feeling and always made you melt a little. You didn't know what he’d been through but you deserved answers, sooner rather than later. 

“I trust you” he whispered again 

   “Well isn't that sweet” 

  Billys eyes shifted to the door where this ‘one’ now leaned against the frame while yours slid shut in an attempt to collect yourself. You stood and with a muttered “fuck off” you gave one a shove and closed the door in his face. You returned to your spot in front of billy, took a deep breath and started attending to his ripped stitches. You’d stitched him up once before after a misstep that resulted in a gash on his leg. He had insisted on no hospitals then as well and so you’d researched the basics of giving stitches and purchased the supplies most of which were still in your first aid kit. 

    You could feel billys eyes on you as you worked but you needed to ignore him and focus on having steady hands and make sure everything was as sanitary as possible given this was being done in your bathroom. Billys breathing was heavy and he was hissing and swearing under his breath every so often. You knew he had to be in a lot of pain, once or twice you winced with him, but you had to keep going. There was no stopping now, the second you’d started it was too late for either of you to change your minds.

   When you were finally done sewing him up, you finally glanced up at him and found him again looking at you with soft emotional eyes. You looked away, grabbed the gauze, covered the wound and said as you collected the items you’d strewn across the floor “we’ll need to change the gauze and reapply the disinfectant every few hours. You will not make any sudden movements or do anything to rip them again, yeah?” you stood and when you heard his soft “yeah” in response you headed to the kitchen sink to wash the blood from your hands. 

   “You guys are just so darn cute” 

   You gritted your teeth, rinsed the red-tinted soap down the drain and dried your hands. You turned to face the peculiar and irritating man “what promise?” 

   He looked taken aback, you weren't sure if it was your question or demeanor or something else entirely but it was written all over his features when he didn't answer you restated your question 

   “What was the promise he broke?” 

   “To you or to me?”

   “You” 

   One sighed and gestured to the chair across from where he was seated on your couch. You obliged and sat. he leaned forward, elbows on his knees again “since it seems he will not be filling you in any time soon I suppose I will.” 

  Your brow furrowed, knitting closer and closer together, and your mind raced as he spoke. You of course wanted to know about billy and his part in all this but one question stayed at the forefront of your mind as one rambled on.  Why was he telling you all this?

    When you asked you expected a short snarky answer maybe real maybe not but here he was telling you in detail about his operation and about everything they’d done. He went through each member and listed their skills and what they’d agreed to when joining him. He even went through how everyone's death was faked. By keeping tabs on you and by risking everything to feel near you and hopefully re-enter your life he’d broken every rule he agreed to when joining them and how he’d missed something because he was distracted by you and he landed himself in the hospital. 

   There was a pause after he’d finished then, 

   “Your turn” 

   You didn't move to look at him having expected this was transactional, but you still couldn't figure out why he’d told you so much. you said simply “he left, he lied, he hurt me” 

   You felt One’s eyes burning a hole in your head after a moment he said in a surprisingly soft and genuine tone “that seems like an oversimplification of a lot of history and a lot of promises” and he wasn't wrong 

   You murmured a soft “yeah” and stood. You turned, unsurprised to find Billy standing somewhere between the bathroom and where you and One were sitting, his eyes big and round and sad. His body language radiated shame from where he stood. “Ill give you two some time to talk” and with that, you went into your bedroom and closed the door. 

 Even though you'd only been awake for a few hours you were so emotionally wrung out from the past few days that as you laid down you knew you’d fall asleep, and you were so ready for it. And you did.

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