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harveywritings92 · 3 years

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BNHA Dad scenario: You get your quirk!

Warnings: Blood, death and Shiggy angst!

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Shigaraki:

[Your mom's quirk was self healing it could heal any physical damage on her body in a blink of an eye and so it cancelled your dad's Quirk out, the two Quirks mutated with you so, Your Quirk is called Second chance: you can bring people back from the dead, (like the Piemaker from pushing up daisies) when you touch them, but only once, you touch them again they rapidly decay and turn into dust...Though it varies depending on how long they’ve been reanimated for, recently deceased people don’t decay they just drop dead. Unfortunately you found this out the hard way with your mom... and now you're boyfriend.]

No one knew that your mom was part of the league let alone it's leader's wife! At least that what your parents had thought! You and your mom were at the park together after grocery shopping, Your mom called you from the bench she was sitting on telling you it was time to go home! You said okay and ran over to her when suddenly there was a loud pop! and you felt something wet and sticky hit your cheek... your fingers grazed and saw red, and your mommy was on ground surrounded by red, not moving which confused you.

Your [y/ec] watched as parents ran around grabbing their kids and ran from the park, then it was time to go and patted your mommy's telling her to wake up. "C'mon mommy time to go!" she let out a gasp and shot up looking at you stunned, then down at herself she was shot in the chest and was still bleeding! why wasn't she healing? how is she... Your mom was snapped out of her frantic state by the sound of men shouting.

"She's still alive!" she hissed and snapped at you to run! as she got up and followed you while calling your dad telling him what was happening, when she saw you run into the road and grabbed your hand... next thing you knew you were under your mothers body as the men who were chasing you both caught up, they saw your mom not moving and figure she finally bled out, thought one of them was voicing his confusion; he said he was sure he had shot her with a Quirk erasing bullet?

"What do we do wit' the brat?" they were fighting over whether they should kill you or take you to their boss? when this purple haze suddenly appeared behind them, before they could react two hands shot out of the haze and wrapped their necks, there were no screams as the men’s bodies decayed into dust, then you father walked out the portal.

His red eyes widened in horror as he lost all the strength in his body and fell to his knees in aguish, when he thought was looking at the bodies of his wife and child... until he heard you whimper and sob, he gasped and carefully removed your mother's dead body to find you alive, crying and cover in blood but otherwise unharmed...

Shigaraki let out out a choked sob as you got up and hugged him, his arms froze realizing he didn't have his gloves and couldn't hug you back! until someone held his gloves out in front of him, he looked up and saw Dabi looking at him with an unreadable expression, he put them on and held onto you, then turned away knowing what the cremator intend to do. "I'll be sure bring back some of her ashes for the brat..." he said calmly your dad just nodded somberly and carried you through the portal...

It was three months after your mother's death when your dad found out about your Quirk, you had brought your cat back to life after it was hit by a car, but then it died again when you went to pet it, he realized what had happened to your mom... but, he didn't blame you how could you have known? you didn't even realize your Quirk had manifest. he did however become very very protective and forbid you from using your Quirk unless he says it was okay.

Ten years later

Your dad was in his room playing God of War, when you barged in with a panic look on your face. "What?" he asked pausing his game very shocked as you always knock before coming in. "Uh...Do you have any spare Quirk cancelling gloves?" you asked timidly as your dad's red eyes narrowed. "Why?..." then his eyes widened he saw your hands covered in blood "did you use it?!" he snapped standing at his full height just as your boyfriend staggered in missing an arm and looking like he got mauled by a bear... well hell!

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Dabi:

[Your mom's Quirk is called fairy-lights she can make little balls of light appear out of the palm of her hands that float around when she blows on them, the lights are pretty to look at, but are actually made up of a very combustible gases, which makes it very compatible with Dabi's Cremation, Your Quirk is called: Will-o-Wisp which works like your mom's you can make little blue fireballs manifest from your hands that float around, you can make them explode by snapping your fingers.]

It was winter and you had accidently set your clubhouse on fire! you didn't know how to tell your parents about it, because you thought they'd be mad! so you hid in the wood behind the house, and course they freaked out when they saw the shed a smoldering mess! and you nowhere in sight!

Your mom was screaming and crying your name while digging through the wreckage, While Dabi was just frozen he was standing; staring blankly what was essentially his entire damn world shattering before his eyes; it became hard to breath for him as he felt blood tears dripping down his cheeks, before something told him to look at the ground... he gasped seeing little footsteps in the snow leading into wooded area behind the house.

He called out to your mom and the two of them followed the tracks before finding you hiding out in a hollowed tree crying both your parents where in hysterics as the you scooped you into their arms and started hugging and kissing you like it was their last day on earth, of course you were still scared they were gonna be mad you wrecked the shed.

"Firefly... we don't give a flying rat's ass about some shoddy ass shed!" Dabi said with a tremor in his voice as he calmed down kissing your forehead, Your mom butted in "What we care about is you! do you have any idea how scared we were when we thought you were still in there?!" then your dad noticed your hands, your mittens...they were burnt from the inside. You mom noticed too, they locked eyes then looked back at you.

He asked how the fire happened as he had made sure there were no chemicals or anything flammable inside that shed; Dabi was sure of it when he fixed it! Your mom asked if any of her patrons gave you matches or something?

You shook your head then bit you lip as your parents kept trying to coaxed you into talking, before bring your hand up and away from your face, Your parents watched as these little blue fire balls manifested in your hand and floated about three feet away before blowing up! sending little sparks everywhere.

Luckily the snow kept the forest from igniting into an inferno, Both your parents were in shock, they expected you to have either a fire-quirk or a chemical-quirk, not a hybrid of the two, and strong one at that! Dabi saw your hand smoking and he took what little remined of you mittens off, and much to his relief you had inherited You know who's heat resistance, don't get him wrong he still hates he who will not named, but he's just glad you won't look like you'll be starring in the next Tim Burton movie anytime soon...

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Katsuki:

[You inherited your mom's quirk Freeze-Frame, it's a time manipulation Quirk that can pause people and objects by clapping your hands or snapping your fingers and keeping your eyes on them (though your Quirk is much stronger then your mom's as you can freeze things at farther range and longer time frame than she can...) ]

You were about to be hit by a out of control truck during hero visit event at your pre-school, Katsuki saw it at the last second and realized he wouldn't be able to get to you in time! but something stunning happen before you were a smear on the road, there was a loud *CLAP!*

The truck suddenly stopped, at least that what it looked like to everyone else, Katsuki noticed the truck was starting to move, and immediately launched himself in the air towards you; scooping you up just in time the second your eyes were off that truck it wrapped around the tree you'd standing in front of mere seconds before!

Katsuki wrapped his arms around you and tucked rolled as the two of you hit the ground, He came to sliding halt before starring up at the clear blue sky in shock over what just happened. "Dad...Y-you're crushing me!" your voice whimpered snapping Katsuki out of his stupor, and realizing he had you in a bone crushing bear hug...

He suddenly let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding in, before sitting up and holding you at arms length, he look at the truck then back at you. "Are you hurt?" he croaked keeping his eyes on you checking for any pain or distress in your [y/ec] eyes you shook your head and he has shaking as he pulled you into another tight hug.

Katsuki didn't let go of you and signed you out school as the event was cancelled, when he got home he decided to get his mind off of what happened by testing your newly manifested quirk, by throwing a foam dodgeball at you and ordering you to clap to stop it from hitting you.

Of course he forgot to tell your mother about what had happened! So, when she walked through the front door, Katsuki got one look at her face and knew he was sleeping on the couch tonight!

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wannabe-fic-writer · 3 years

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Kara Danvers x Reader : Chose

Angst 20 -“ Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.” Fluff 2 -“ It’s you, it always has been.”

Genre: Bit of Angst w/ Fluff

Word Count: 1,419

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Wind brushes past you. You focus your senses on this feeling. Floating thousands of miles in the sky, the hum of the city below you, and the stars seeming to be in arms reach.

You take a deep breath in and smile softly.

Rao you love being able to fly.

The faint sound of a siren wailing catches your attention and you focus in on it. With a deep inhale, you shoot across the sky, releasing the breath as you do. In seconds you’re flying above the three police cars chasing a truck.

The situation becomes clear when the trucks back door is yanked open, two men standing in the back with rifles. As always they make the mistake of firing at you.

“You’d think they get it by now.” Her soft voice sounds from right beside you and somehow you’re heart flutters and breaks all over again.

Glancing over, you find blue eyes looking back at you, a soft smile on her pink lips.

Not having a reply for her, you clench your fist and address the threat.

Turns out they aren’t just a merry band of misfits. After they run out of normal bullets, they exchange their guns for some very high tech weapons.

Winn assists you two from the D.E.O, telling you all that the weapons’ power sources are definitely alien but nothing you can’t handle. They’re heat weapons and luckily neither yourself or Kara are effected by fire.

It takes a minute, but you eventually disarm them and stop the truck. You and Kara hang around a bit until the police have them squared away in their cars and the weapons confiscated.

“Another win for the super friends.” Winn exclaims as you and Kara walk in from the D.E.O’s balcony.

You lean against the table in the middle of the command center,“ we really need to get a source on these weapons. I know there’s a lot of alien tech that came from the debris of Fort Rozz but this is insane. Every bad guy has an alien weapon now.”

“She’s right,” J’onn comes in, Alex by his side as usual,“ someone must be selling them.”

“I can try tracing the heat sigs,” Winn spins around in his chair and types at lighting speed,“ they were pretty high levels so if someone is indeed selling them I should be able to pinpoint where they. . are.” It’s quiet for a second.“ Bingo!”

All eyes flick to the many monitors ahead.

Alex steps forward,“ they’re selling out shipping containers on the docks. Why there? The Fort Rozz crash site is right here in National City.”

You sigh,“ because local police forces don’t really bat too many eyelashes at high activity on the docks. It’s usual that there’s a large amount of equipment moving in and out of there. It’s likely they’d let some alien parts disguised as normal tech slide.”

J’onn is quick to get a team ready to go, sending you and Kara ahead as usual.

Tension is thick, even with the two of you in open air, flying above the city. It translates into your fighting.

Before, you and Kara fought together as if you were attachments of one another. No communication needed, you stopped threats without breaking a sweat. Now though, due to recent events that’s not the case. Even as you two talk, things get lost in communication.

Luckily with the help of the D.E.O. you neutralize the threat and secure the weapons. Instead of returning to the D.E.O, you check in with J’onn and head home.

Tonight is game night and you have to gather your thoughts before you end up sitting in Kara’s apartment for hours. Especially with everyone acting as if things are perfectly fine.

All of your friends are aware of the rift between you and Kara. They all knew about the reason for it but not the reason behind the reason. Not even you know the reason behind the reason.

You just know that the choice she made changed everything between you two. And that it hurt like hell.

By the time you have to arrive you’re feeling a little better mentally. Enough for you to at least act like being in Kara’s place is perfectly fine. You manage to get through two and a half games, laughing with everyone, and joking around.

That stops though when you catch Kara’s eyes. It’s clear she’d been looking at you for a minute now and the emotion in those pools of blue once again makes your heart pound and break.

“Excuse me guys.” You pat James’ shoulder and head over to the kitchen.

You can hear Kara excuse herself as well and walk over after you and you can feel her eyes on you as you pull her fridge open.

Turning back to the island, you sigh and catch her gaze, eyebrows pinching together,“ don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Her head tilts just barely and the look remains.

“Like you still love me.”

Your words make her breath hitch. She gulps and taps nervously on the counter top, you know if she keeps it up she’s going to dig a substantial hole in the wood.

She speaks, voice wavering in the slightest,“ I do love you.”

A scoff falls from your lips,“ just not enough though right?” Her pained expression returns.“ Not more than you loved him.”

Her shoulders sag at your words. She doesn’t know how to tell you that’s not true because you have every right to believe it is. Kara knew full well that you loved(love) her and she admitted to loving you too. Yet and still she ended up dating Mon-El.

The decision to do so shocked everyone and broke you. While she doesn’t regret being with Mon-El, she has always loved you and always will.

“Y/n,” she rounds the corner to stand at your side,“ it was never about who I loved more.”

Eyebrows pinch together,“ so what was it exactly? Was I not as good as the Daxamite prince?”

“I never said that and I would never compare you and Mon-El.” Determination and honesty set in those big blue eyes.“ It’s you, it always has been.”

This time your shoulders drop, her words sinking in but still not making much sense seeing as that wasn’t the case before.“ Then why? Why choose him and not me?”

“I was scared okay.” Tears begin to well in both your eyes.“ Y/n, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. What if we broke up or fought and we couldn’t fix it-”

“Kara we fought as friends. We went days without talking but we always worked through it, that’s how much we meant to each other. We always tried for each other. That wouldn’t have been any different if we dated.”

Both of you know your friends are listening. Even though you’re speaking quietly, they noticed how long you two had been gone and stopped talking to listen.

The blonde looks down ashamedly,“ I know that now, I just didn’t think about it then. But I’ve long since stopped being afraid.”

“Wh-” your gaze snaps up to hers,“ what’d you mean?”

“I mean,” taking a deep breath, she steps closer,“ if you’ll have me, I want there to be an us. More than there was before. Romantically I mean.” She rushes out the last bits and you chuckle.

She’s a little shocked when you raise your hand to cup her cheek. A smile of her own forming at the sight of yours.

Leaning forward, you rest your forehead against hers.“ You broke my heart pretty bad Danvers.”

“I promise I’ll fix it.”

With the breath of her words fanning your lips, you close the short distance. Lips meet in a long awaited kiss. The cheers of your friends behind you blocked out by the rush of feelings and warmth. How either of you had gone years without this is lost on you but so worth it.

“We are still playing a game you know.” J’onn is the first to break your moment up, shortly followed by teasing comments from everyone else, and calls to come back over.

Kara’s hand in yours, you both rejoin your friends. The tension no long there, the night continues smoothly. Laughter rings loud and surprisingly, none of you are pulled away by some alien threat.

It’s the first night in a long time that everything as perfect as possible.

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katie-writes24 · 3 years

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Another Life, Another Adventure

Pairing: Lee Scoresby x reader

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2!!!! Language, angst, violence, too many flashbacks, suggestive material, fluff (shockingly) hurt/sad shit, and buckle your seatbelts because this shit is a rollercoaster that just goes DOWN!

Ahaha, we are coping this way, 3.2k words baby. I’ve never written a story so fast! But yeah, lemme know if you want to be tagged! PLEASE give feedback, it’s greatly appreciated and I need assurance that my writing isn’t shit because I’m desperate. So....anyway, good luck? Because yall already know where this is heading, but I’m not going to put it in the warnings because ya know, SPOILERS?

There was no point in arguing, not with the magisterium on their tail, not with Lee’s injured foot, and not with Lyra in need of safety. Jopari even tried countering, insisting that there had to be another way. Y/N couldn’t say that she disagreed. After all the blinding chaos they’ve escaped, there had to be another way around this.

“I’ve made my choice,” Lee huffed, giving a stern look at Jopari. “You’re it. Now find the bearer.”

Y/N and the shaman shared a look. They both knew of the promise he made with Lee, and they both knew how important it was for Lyra to be protected.

“You’re a good man.”

“Just remember your promise. I love that little girl like a daughter.” Lee fumbled with his shotgun, loading the bullets and talking fast.

“I remember. You have my word. I’ll make sure she’s protected by the knife.”

“That’s all I need to know…” He stuck his hand out and firmly shook Jopari’s hand, both nodding, both knowing of the rough journey ahead. As the shaman stood up, he hesitated and it caused Lee to look up at him before looking at her with a raised brow.

Y/N took a deep inhale before nodding for him to go along.

“Y/N-”

“You’re out of your mind if you think-”

“Y/N, go!” He gripped her arm and it only made her push back.

“No, no! You listen to me!” Soft hands held his face in a firm grip. Y/N was close and made sure to hold eye contact. “You forget what I said at the start of this? We’re a package, which means I go where you go. I didn’t leave my home in Texas just to get all the way here and leave you, Lee!”

The day he approached her with the proposition of going back to find Iroek was still fresh in her mind. Y/N had seen the aeronaut be ambitious before, but the determination in his eyes was unstoppable that day. Since then they were up in that balloon for weeks, months with each other.

“You want me to come along?”

“I could use the company.”

“And what will people say when they see you with a leash on a so-called ‘townswhore,’ hmm?”

“Darling, since when have I ever cared what others think? I ain’t a Prince Charming myself.”

Though neither of them could predict that that small journey would lead to something much bigger and more complicated than expected, they still didn’t leave each other’s side. Not when Iroek refused to talk, not when Lord Faa made snarky comments on how helpful someone with Y/N’s type of occupation could actually be, and not when they were separated from Lyra.

Lee squeezed her wrist and bowed his head. Y/N took that as he had given up arguing, and she turned to look at Jopari staring in discomfort. Hester and Owen hunched over each other, having their own way to keep each other safe. They all probably made quite the scene.

“Don’t worry about us. Just...go protect Lyra, please?” Y/N waved him away with a nod, and soon Jopari was out of sight, leaving them with a soft goodbye.

How they caught up so quickly, they’ll never figure out, but bullets kept flying back and forth. Only minutes later Lee turned back to Y/N, holding up his pistol and sighing, “I’m out.”

“Let’s move, then, c’mon.” She held out her hand and pulled him up, watching Lee set down his hat and leave behind yet another meaningful piece to him.

Guards were still yelling, voices getting only closer. They trudged through the forest, Hester and Owen leading the way. However it was only a matter of time before Lee couldn’t bear to walk on his damaged bone any longer. Y/N felt her entire body shaking, loading up her gun with her last round of ammo before listening to what Lee was saying.

“Remember the games we used to play when we were little?” He glanced at Hester as he shifted.

“The Alamo.”

Feeling her stare on him, Lee turned to Y/N, chuckling, “The Alamo. Taking turns being Danes in French.”

“They’re still coming,” Owen stepped down from his perched stance on the rock, burrowing into Y/N’s side.

“How many bullets do we have left?” He was breathing harder, and it did nothing to help Y/N’s nerves. It was like a clock ticking in her head. It was a gut feeling, this was all so much different then when they would get into a natural bar fight, or even when she had to watch Lee get abused from the magisterium and Coulter. When she looked at Owen, she knew he felt it, too.

“About thirty,” Hester drew her ears back in fear, while Lee only nodded determinedly. His eyes met Y/N’s and she cleared her throat.

“I got one round left,” She whispered. Lee reached down and squeezed her hand before sighing.

“Well, let’s make every single last one count then,” With that he cocked his gun and turned to shoot, Y/N doing the same.

On each side of the stump they took their stance, like a routine, both shooting at their respective sides. Hester helped by calling out where to aim, and Owen did his best to do the same.

“I’m running out!” Y/N hated to admit it, but when she ran out that only meant for one shooter, and who knows how good that could go.

“Me too,” Lee kept firing.

“Don’t think about that!” Owen chirped.

“What should we think about?” She almost missed one, her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Think about anything. Think about bacon. Just keep shooting!” Hester spoke before returning to yell where to shoot at next.

“And who are you?”

“Y/N L/N, we’re sort of a package. I go where he goes.”

“And what, exactly, do you bring to the table Miss L/N?”

“I might not be able to fly, but I’m a pretty good shot.”

Y/N was overwhelmed, between the gunfire and the yelling and her heart beating fast and the dangerous thoughts in her head, she wasn’t going fast enough. Even with her limited count, she was going slower than Lee. One guard was on the top, and just as she was about to shoot, he fired to her left.

“Y/N, go high!” Owen called, yet it was a little late.

The sharp clip shot right next to her, and with Lee doubling over only meant one thing.

“Lee!” Y/N yelled all while shooting at the man behind the boulder. She crouched behind the stump and felt her eyes grow.

“It’s nothing big! A bullet clipped your scalp, but no great damage!” Hester urged, voice shaky. He held onto the top of his head as blood ran down the side. There was no sugar coating how bad this was getting. Y/N only had one bullet left, using it to shoot the guy who was only coming closer.

“Did you count how many fell?” He was taking his time, why was he taking his time? Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she listened to shots fire all around her, watching Owen tremble at each round.

“This is my fault isn’t it?” Hester whined.

“How’d ya figure?”

“I’ve always stopped you both before.”

“You always pushed us,” Lee locked the gun and looked at his daemon with concern. It made Owen flap his wings in a protective manner, even though he stopped being able to fly straight a while ago.

“Only when there’s an adventure on the way-”

“Hester,” Lee huffed softly. “There were always adventures.”

Y/N bit down on her lip as she agreed; there always was an adventure.

“You know, if you were going to start trouble, you could’ve at least finished it!”

“Well who said I haven’t yet? You know I love a good chase, doll.”

It was like a film before her eyes; from the moment the two first met there was always a thrill, whether it be them on the run or her own feelings for the aeronaut. Her mother once told her that Y/N would find a good husband in a local bookkeeper, that way she would live a simple life, stay far from any danger. It was almost laughable how much danger she had been put through since meeting Lee.

“I totally understand now,” Y/N shook her head in admiration. “Living this life up in the stars...it’s beautiful.”

“You’d think it would grow old, but it’s a different picture every night.”

She looked back at Lee, smirking. “I’d love to see it.”

“So stay.”

From her first steps into the balloon, Y/N found it comforting. The small home Lee had made for himself up in the sky had quickly grown on her, just like the man himself.

“You’ll find a change of mind sooner or later.”

“What little faith you have of me. And how dare you try to insinuate how I should feel-”

“I’m not insinuating anything, I’m just...I’ve got jobs, I’ve got places to go and I can’t settle just yet.”

“Then I’ll follow you.”

“Now why would you want to do that?”

“If you want me to leave so badly, then say so. But I finally found a life that excites me and I don’t plan on giving that up.”

And even after the years of knowing one another, and the months of traveling together, those feelings were never labeled. Although two beds turned to one, and outsiders' judgment was unique, neither Lee or Y/N dared fixed it. Lyra even asked about the travelers status, and while being one rambunctious and curious girl, she luckily got distracted easily as Y/N pushed the subject away.

The two have been through hell and back, each seeing the other at their weakest while never being one to judge. They both had too many faults, there was no judgement to be made to the other. Maybe that’s what made them so similar. Maybe that’s why they were so drawn to each other.

Her dangerous acts she was thinking of were as equally dangerous as losing focus, as she felt a sudden pain strike her right below her collarbone. Owen cried out and they both fell to the ground. It took her a moment to recover from the shock, but she eventually reached down to feel the damage, a knowing liquid already flooding out slowly.

“Lee…”

The aeronaut swallowed at her broken voice, watching the blood escape from her wound. The distraction only caused him to lose aim, and he lost his balance as a bullet hit his shoulder. He fell onto his back, letting out pants and huffs.

“C’mon, tough guy, too old for a fight?”

“Let me catch my breath, will ya?”

“You can tap out. I won’t hold it against you.”

“Maybe, I was just thinking of other activities,” He towered over her as his eyes grew dark. Y/N swallowed before chuckling.

“Like what?”

Lee pushed a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down and taking the lobe into his mouth. She rested her hands on his chest as her head fell onto his shoulder. As his lips dragged up the shell of her ear, his hands took her own and slowly brought them down to his belt. Just as Y/N was about to unbuckle the fabric, her arm was twisted behind her. Her chest fell down onto the railing before her and she winced.

“Word of advice: never get distracted when it comes to your life.”

Call it the wrong time and place, but as Y/N stared into his brown eyes, she found herself reminiscing. She was always bad at holding eye contact, it made her feel so small. Yet, every time she looked into these orbs she felt safe, she felt warm. She wished she looked into his eyes more....

But the look he was giving her now...it was endearing.

It was almost like he was doing the same as her, taking it all in one last time.

“Lee,” Hester gasped out. “The clout pine. Maybe you could call her to this world.”

Of course, Serafina said that she would help, that she would be here. As Lee struggled with removing it from his pocket, Y/N let out a whimper as the pain moved to her shoulder. The aeronaut glanced at the noise and frowned.

“Serafina Pekkala, I beg you,” A bullet rang from behind them as Lee raised his hand to the sky. “Come help us.”

Owen moved into her chest and Y/N wrapped him up into her arms as she found his soft feathers comforting.

“Think that’s enough?”

“Let’s hope it is…” Y/N coughed. She tried moving into a seated position, but only managed to scoot up a couple inches. Lee stared at her carefully, wanting to reach out and help her, do anything he could to stop the bleeding, to make her comfortable, make her feel safe. But he wasn’t doing so good himself, having three bullets already break his flesh. He scooted back and took hold of his gun. Just as he was raising it up, another fire went off, Lee falling back again, this time with a bullet into his chest.

Y/N had seen lots of things in her life; she was fortunate enough to travel the world, she’d seen great sights she could’ve never dreamed of seeing before. She watched her mother slowly become sicker and sicker, saw her friends be dragged away from her, watched someone she cared for greatly fall right out of her arms to the ground below.

Despite all the crazy, disastrous things she’d seen before, nothing could compare to this. Nothing could compare to her seeing her lover in agony, so helpless. He lost all the light in his eyes, his brow was furrowed, and for once in his life his guard was down.

“Lee, it’s okay.” But he kept resisting, he kept denying that there was no more fight left in him.

“I have to do it for Lyra-”

“Jopari made his promise, Lee,” Y/N reached out her hand, lowering his gun. “We did what we could.”

He shook his head, releasing a shaky breath and taking her hand in his.

Whether he liked it or not, they reached the point of no return.

“Y’know ever since I met you I’ve lived on the edge?” Y/N let out a wet chuckle.

“Is it really necessary?”

“Can’t run around these parts without learning how to shoot, kid.”

“Well, that could only mean that there’s danger ahead.”

“What? You scared of a little danger? Where’s the fun in that?”

“It’s...it’s not bad, I actually grew to love it. All those times we shared together, all those times I had to save your ass, all the times you saved mine.”

“You’re gonna end up dead one day if you keep runnin’ around so recklessly, dumbass.”

“Ah, that’s why I keep you around, ain’t it?”

“What I said before,” She winced as she leaned closer to him. “About leaving my home in Texas. Turns out i never left my home...I found it.”

“I was worried about you.”

“I was just out for a walk, Lee, nothing to worry about. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”

“No, Y/N, not around here. Just...if I lose you, I’ll never forgive myself, alright? Like you said, we’re a package now.”

“You changed me for the better...look at all the shit we did, you let me touch the sky, Lee,” A tear ran down her cheek. She could see Hester moving closer to Owen out of the corner of her eye.

“How hard could being an aeronaut be, anyways?”

“Ha, it’s cute that you think it’s an easy job.”

“All I ever see ya do is fiddle with knobs.”

“Those knobs get us safely to land. Would you rather we just keep floating all day and night?”

“I wouldn’t mind it...it’s lovely up here.”

“How far we flew…” Lee cupped her face, his own eyes growing wet. There were so many emotions running through his mind that he couldn’t put into words, and that scared him. He could literally feel his last breaths coming and he wouldn’t be able to tell Y/N how he felt.

“Why don’t you care?”

“Why should I? Does it look like I have such a high reputation? Y/N, I would never leave you. And screw what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve...never had anyone push it away like it doesn’t matter before?”

“People could think we were swingers for all I care. Not going to change what I think about you, darling.”

“Exactly, look at us,” Her hands stopped shaking, gripping his wrists with one hand. “Lee, I wouldn’t replace this for the world, good and bad.”

“S’not enough though, is it? Love? Doesn’t mean you won’t hurt her? Doesn’t mean she’s safe with you, it doesn’t work that way.”

“What could you possibly know about love, Mr. Scoresby? You don’t have children, no wife, just a narrow-minded whore, yearning for an escape.” Ms. Coulter crept towards him like a predator. All Y/N could do was helplessly watch from the corner of the room.

“You’re wrong...because I love Lyra.”

Lee mustered all the strength he could to move forward to capture her lips.

They both put everything they could into that one kiss, their final kiss.

“I’ve never felt so safe before…”

“Well, I’m glad I make you feel safe, sweetheart.”

“Do you...does this change anything for us? What does this mean, exactly?”

“...It doesn’t have to change anything, really.” Lee wrapped his arms around her naked body and kissed her forehead. Y/N wasn’t ready for things to change then.

Lee pushed and pushed, hoping whatever God was out there that he was able to mold his feelings into Y/N. She deserved to know, she deserved to be loved. She was loved. He felt her pressing her lips harder, and warm air traveled into his mouth, making him pull back gasping.

“Don’t do that, don’t you go before I do!” He sobbed, reaching out for her one last time and instead feeling his demon nuzzle into his free hand.

“I love you…” She whispered, giving him a small smile as she pulled Owen closer to her body.

“We did good,” Owen interrupted before closing his eyes.

“We’re a-helping Lyra…” Hester whimpered, looking at Lee for a response, a confirmation, anything. Instead all she saw were tears coming out of his eyes, blood seeping from his head and taking a deep breath.

His mouth wouldn’t move, it felt like his lungs were shattering. His body was shrinking and everything inside him felt tighter. His final cue was here, yet nothing was escaping. His brain was vibrating, ironically. His entire being was going into panic mode and the last final seconds were starting to count down. His mind was screaming at him to say the words, say something to her, something meaningful. Something that would make her know that she wasn’t just traveling with a known theft, that he wanted her to come along for a reason. That he wanted to build a home with her, build a family with her. Wanted to take her into his arms and kiss her until she knew that everyone who crossed their path was wrong about them. They weren’t just a thieving aeronaut and a townswhore, but two people in love.

His eyes started to droop shut, and when he opened them again, Owen was gone, just flurries of white particles floating before him.

Lee stared into lifeless orbs in front of him, feeling Hester’s cold body drift away from his own.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Lyra?”

“You travel with Mr. Scoresby?”

“I do, yes.”

“What’s he like?”

“He’s...typical, really. At least for me. But he knows what he’s doing. He’s full of determination, though he might come off as a self-righteous smartass when you first meet him. But he’s a good man. So devoted, and surprisingly, he’s pretty funny. But don’t tell him I said that! Lee takes risks, and is so....he’s open. He may not let it show often, but he really does care for you. Just like he cares about what happens to these missing children, and what happens after this. In the mornings, he sings these songs, and I know he does it to annoy me. But it’s actually...it’s nice waking up like that. He keeps me on my toes when I’m down, or stressed. He’s strong, and I’ve never met anyone like him before. You know, he actually took me out of my shell? Because he could see right through me, and knew that I had this desire to get out of Texas and have...a story to tell, you know? One worth the time. I’ll never understand it, but Lee can read me better than anyone I know…”

“Do you love Mr.Scoresby?”

“Love..love is a strong word, Lyra.”

“He loves you. I can tell.”

Y/N looked to see the aeronaut talking to Hester, small smile on his face, eyes wide as he spoke. He matched her stare eventually, and waved a hand. She chuckled and waved back.

“No, no it’s not like that, Lyra. He doesn’t love me…”

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sly-merlin · 4 years

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Killing Me - 3 | n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings : curse words, mention of murder, guns, knives. smut and drinking.

new entries : yugyeom, jungkook , wonwoo

words : 4.2k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

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{ 11:15 }

Look before you leap. Had you remembered the saying, you’d not be sitting in front of a mafia boss, regretting your former imprudent actions. Taeyong was sitting on a high back executive chair, aura screaming authority, his high and mighty self, making you feel inferior. His eyes bore into yours as if he could read your soul with his intense gaze.

Your stare equally harmonized with his fierce one.

A loud fake cough from someone interrupted you from ogling at the boss. He indeed looked like a feast, anyone would falter! Getting your much needed attention at this point, taeyong dismissed others from his office with a flick of his hand. The only ones to stay behind in the vicinity of the four walls were you, taeyong and a blue haired man. Out of all, he looked most annoyed with your presence.

“Jaehyun, sit down, it’s going to take a while.” taeyong directed him and the man occupied the empty seat beside you. You could already feel him eyeing you down.

“Miss y/n. I’m not going to beat around the bush. So, listen sensibly.”

Your blood ran cold at his cold and blank declaration. The fierceness of his eyes was seeping through his words making you cower in your position. Your firm resolve to fight for your life was already breaking down and this was just a start.

“I know this is too sudden and It’s normal being apprehensive of this situation but you are not on a very strong front here. Marry yuta or - you know the consequences. And I don’t want you to choose on impulse. This is going to be your last opportunity, so be wise! Nobody wants to die y/n and you certainly don’t! I have a proposal for you. It’s for your own good but if you still decides against me, I promise I’ll grant your last wish without any hesitance and believe me, I always keep my word” he finished, placing his gun on the table to prove his point. You nodded briefly after taking in everything. He continued-

“You will marry yuta, say by the end of this week. But as you sign the registration papers, I’ll provide you the ownership of 3 exclusive properties in gangnam with only one small, harmless condition. You’ll hold title not as miss y/l/n but as Mrs Nakamoto. Moreover, you won’t have to do any job. Your living expenses, all will be managed from our side. Yuta alone is capable of providing you a black card. You can live hassle free. A house, security, what else could anyone want! You won’t have to change a thing in your life. Think of it as an up-gradation.”

You felt like being kicked in the teeth. This man was trying to bargain your whole future with his riches.

“Sounds promising?” He enquired. You pondered over what he said to find any single error to turn the tables but that was out of question until you knew his demands fully. And it wasn’t very promising. when did choosing between life and death became so difficult!

“You can’t assure me my freedom! connecting me with neos is more like booking a room for me to rotten in jail. The security you are talking about is for you I guess. And yuta is more like a noose for me. I’ll be dead one way or another” you uttered, releasing the air you were holding while speaking.

You heard jaehyun snort beside you.

“Your safety will be my top priority and yes, you will be associating with neos, but that is something you don’t need to be worry about. For the outer world, you will be the wife of yuta”.

“What difference would it make?” his explanations going beyond your head.

“Let me explain like this. Have you ever seen a neo member’s face prior to this or heard anyone getting caught?”

“I guess no.”you answered without hesitation.

“Neos doesn’t have faces .…but these faces do have names for commoners like you.”

“You mean double-life?”

“Have you ever heard of moon industries?”

“Who doesn’t have? Moon industries are the 3rd biggest sponsors and investers for almost everything in Korea.”

“Yeah, yuta works there. Anything clicks for you?

You refuse with motion of your head.

“You’ll not be marrying yuta from neos but nakamoto yuta who works in moon industries. Like that, you won’t be getting in any trouble . A legitimate life. You can do anything you want except open your pretty mouth”.

you didn’t like being called that!

“I don’t understand, you said nobody knows you people then what am I even doing here. How that officer did even recognise yuta. I shouldn’t even be here, if your identities are so hidden.”

“See jaehyun, I told you she’s more than just book smart. Listen y/n, mafia doesn’t work like the way you might be thinking. We can’t spill everything to you even if you decide to die the very next moment.

It was hard to believe that he planned all of this while you were held captive, within 9 hours. Taeyong was extremely meticulous and expeditious as well. But there was one more question left and you knew he couldn’t answer it. Nothing came without flaws afterall!

“Why are you being so ‘generous’ to me? My bio data of few pages can’t make you trust me so definitely. You are practically giving me an offer to rant you all to police. I’m sure you don’t grease the palms of all officers and if I-

“Me and you both know that you won’t do it unless you are fed up with your life and that would leave to start de novo!” his words indicated conclusiveness, his raised brows challenging you to refuse him. For now his surety signalled safety, but you still had one defence left or as everyone called it – a plea. It was better to beg than to be between Scylla and Charybdis.

“Is there no other way. I promise you with my life I won’t ever say anything. You can put spies over me or do whatever you want to keep a check on me.” your desperation to fight for your life was evident in your appeal.

“Yes! There is one more solution!” jaehyun chimed, facing you from his seat. He was grinning eye to eye. “We can sell you to an underground escort ring where you’ll happily live until you die and there’d be no neo or yuta or police or career. I’m sure you are shrewd enough to survive there”. nobody mentioned this before!

“If you can’t shut your mouth, then leave jaehyun.” taeyong scolded and he went back to his original position. Jaehyun seemed to be enjoying your state. He hit you with harsh reality you were still unaware of. Maybe,you were really on their mercy now,

“He is joking right?”

“No, he is telling the truth but I want you to make a choice. That hell-hole is not for someone like you. You can do better. Take this as a shortcut to a nice life.”

“How can I believe that you won’t be putting me in the some escort ring as he said to shut my mouth?”

“If I wanted, you won’t be sitting here anymore.”he deadpanned

You were silent. Your mind went blank. No words came to grace your lips. You were trapped and though there were plenty of options, there was none for you. Either you live and marry yuta or die. There was no other way to live.

“And what if my life doesn’t turn out all good?” you asked timidly.

“Then I’ll let you leave. And without any condition”

Finally some hope. You could leave. You would definitely leave.

“Is yuta okay with it?”

“His position is not better than yours.”

“I’m not going to leave university then.”

“Suit yourself! Just don’t convert yourself into a nuisance for us.”

You nodded with head hanging low. You had been beating the air till now, which resulted in nothing but defeat. Taeyong got what he wanted in the end.

“Call jaemin and haechan. Before she goes home, we need to give her a gift. And you made a good choice, you won’t regret it, take my word for it.”

[1 p.m]

Twelve hours has passed. As you were walking towards your dorm, you pinched yourself several times but your reality was now a nightmare from which you’d never wake up. Defeated, you entered your dorm only to lie down in the bed, to regret your life decisions. Graciously, chelin was out till midnight with her boyfriend, so you had all the time in the world. The last 12 hours kept playing in your head like a broken record. You were happy in the club drinking yesterday. if maybe you’d not left them behind, you’d still be incharge of your life game. then that police officer, living off of some mafia group, doyoung , johnny,jaehyun , taeyong and him, the source of your plight. You were suddenly feeling like a kite which till now was flying freely in the air but its thread was now in the grasp of someone who wanted to tie you down by the same, if you think of it, the scales were never balanced! You were always at the losing end. Beggars are never the choosers after all. Sleep unknowingly took over your tired limb while you were wallowing in self-pity.

A ping.

The notification of a text woke you up from your peaceful sleep. You were out for about 4 hours but it felt good as your head was no more pounding. The text was from Jungkook about a party his friend group was organising to celebrate the upcoming finals. they were just partying yesterday with you and now this.

Another ping.

Same text from yugyeom. You sighed in frustration.

Both of your best friends lived in the same place and were always joined by the hip and you were sure they were together at the moment as well but where there’s a question to annoy you, they won’t let the opportunity pass.

You deliberated about telling them everything but you refrained as taeyong’s threat was not a gun without bullet. He warned you before coming and you were supposed to keep your mouth shut. It was better to keep them away from trouble. You were extremely alone.

Another ping.

They were asking about your whereabouts. You never informed them you reached home yesterday. Their worry was visible through their multiple scolding motherly texts. You would have laughed at their antics but your own humorous state rendered you incompetent to feel any joy.

It was not difficult to make them believe that you overslept as everyone knew your shitty professors treated you more like a slave and less like their researcher. But refusing to meet them and declining free alcohol was making them sceptical. You had no option other than going but you’d be anywhere than at a party right now. But maybe some commotion of drunk university students and blasting music could take your thoughts away for some time.

However, first there was another task to be taken care of! You searched ‘Moon Industries’ on naver. There were numerous articles praising their new successful new ventures. You opened their official website, the list of board of directors and associates was not too long. The photo of head director looked too familiar. Maybe it was that short man. And then him. There was no photo but his name was written just few places below moon tail. Taeyong was not bluffing. Nakamoto was an important name and maybe everyone there was, however, it was beyond your intellect as how they managed to do it. There was no way out now. One thing that wasn’t adding up was the properties .your brainwaves couldn’t find a conclusion to those. There was no reason for him to do that when you weren’t left with any choice ultimately. Maybe you’ll find out tomorrow.

You got out of clothes that adorned your body since yesterday. Their smell was enough to make you gag. How could someone fell asleep in these! The cold water of the shower eased your mind fairly. Your eyes were drooping again but sleeping would do you no good. You could run away from your problem like everybody else. Just this once. After showering, you took a brief look at your wardrobe. It was just a college party, with same people so dressing up to impress them was out of tone for you. Not that you were dolling up anyways. You could just wear your pyjama and still outshine any flashy titties out there. At least that’s what kookie and gyeom had been feeding you till now. You took out a black full sleeve v- neck blouse with white shorts. It hugged your upper body tightly leaving just enough space for some air. You looked good and felt good too. Being in no mood to do makeup, you opted for a nude lip to complete your look. You wore the bracelet that you were not supposed to part with but out of habit, you had removed it earlier to shower. Now it adorned your wrist again. It was a band. A gift by taeyong. The bracelet was a tracking device, not that jaemin wasn’t hacking your phone already but they needed to be double sure, just in case. Not like you were going to rant them out. you felt like Taeyong’s threatening voice would never leave your ears.

Yugyeom’s call replaced the voice. They were already waiting for you. You decided to drown yourself in alcohol for one day and enjoy with your friends. The party was at nearby club situated at 10 min distance. Your dorm was nearer to the gates so it was always easy to go out. Slipping into your shoes, you made your way out.

“You will regret this, taeyong” though yuta didn’t show in front of you in basement, he was furious at taeyong for making his life decisions. “First her and now this! the mistake I made was not that big. Slip ups happen with everyone here, including you. So why it’s only me, who’s getting –

“Not a slip up but a blunder yuta” taeyong fumed at him. “Last time, mark almost died because of you. It was my mistake I let it slide. You aren’t getting any more chances. My decision is final” his voice went deeper as he spoke.

“I regret it tae, you know it” his voice filled with guilt. “But don’t feed me the lies. This is not the only reason you’re doing this for. There is something you aren’t telling us”

“There might be. But you already know what you need to! So celebrate your month long vacation. Go to work with taeil hyung. She’s coming tomorrow again and we’ll discuss other matters with her. Be present here. Don’t disappear like you did in the morning.”

Yuta huffed and decided to leave instead of wasting his time on his leader.

“And leave your gun here”

“WHAT NOW?”

“Don’t shout and leave your gun. Corporates don’t carry guns in this country.” taeyong replied calmly, almost in a mocking tone. Yuta removed the gun from holster and handed it to taeyong before turning towards the door.

“Other one as well” taeyong demanded with a smirk.

“Huh, now you’ll ask for my dagger as well!” yuta sneered at him while removing the other pistol from back of the pants.

“I’m not that cruel, yu. Keep your sweetheart with you. It’ll remind you of the absence of your other toys.”. “And don’t forget. Tomorrow at 4. sharp.”

Instead of responding, yuta showed him a middle finger before actually going out.

Mark was standing at the end of the hallway, waiting for yuta already.

“What happened hyung?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing. You are going to be the best man in my wedding” yuta replied nonchalantly. But mark knew there was more to it. Yuta won’t settle down just because he was told to!

“To her?”

“Yeah, who else. Taeyong is getting short on his brain. We might need to replace him soon” he joked but mark could see right past him.

“Hyung. What are you thinking?” he asked cautiously in a scared tone.

“Ruin her life. I’ll make her regret being alive.”

And yuta walked away, leaving worried mark behind him. He didn’t go after him. He knew better not to.

The party was at full blast when you reached. It was always a nice change watching studious snu students washing away their worries. Your soulmates were nowhere to be found but you spotted chelin sitting with her friends on the stairs. It seemed like everyone who knew was there. Your classmates, juniors. Club was filled with students of all ages. Being multi-storey with a parking lot and near the uni., these factors were enough for making it a perfect party spot. After talking to a few fellow classmates, you went upstairs, brushing past chain’s group, who seemed to be too drunk to notice you. There were Jungkook and yugyeom with few others sports physiotherapy students. Being master’s students, you all just went to parties for alcohol and hook-ups and nothing else. And that’s what you were planning to do from the start.

“y/l/n” as yugyeom noticed you, he and Jungkook ran to give you a bear hug.

“I don’t want to smell your armpits, losers. Get away” you huffed while struggling in their tight grip.

“sowwyyyy, we forgot you are under average” jungkook teased you, gyeom giving him a hifi in return.

“You both are so damn irritating.”

“We adore you too, darling” Jungkook knew how much you hated being called that. But alcohol in his system was making him daring. After giving a fist hit to his gut, which did nothing to his sculptured abs, you made your way to the drinks. One, two, three, and within 5 minutes you had enough alcohol in your system to provide much needed numbness to your brain.

“Whoa shortie, what’s with you today? At least wait for us to join you.” kook chimed in with another nickname you hated with your guts.

“You both are already drunk, meaning kook your boyfriend is here and gyeom, your girlfriend. You both are going to forget me in few minutes anyway.”

As if on cue, yugyeom’s girl yeong came into view, giving you a proper hug.

“I’m so sorry y/n, but we have to go. Our department has to work for the fundraiser tomorrow and I’m a designated driver here.” she explained sheepishly. Not like you were dying to talk to them today. The loner, the better.

“Plz take them away. I’ll send you a thank you card tomorrow for your act of kindness.” you said sarcastically, resulting in both of them making faces at you.

“Bye y/n we’ll mwisss uuu” Jungkook lunged at you with a back breaking hug. Then came gyeom and in a minute they were both out of your sight.

Those being out of your way meant no one was there to stop you. Once your body was flooding in alcohol, You made your way to the dance floor. You loved music and dancing came mechanically with that. You were swaying your body, mingling with the music when you felt a pair of hands controlling your movements. You accepted his well-known touch. You both moved side to side for a few minutes before he impatiently lead you towards the back of the club. He was always an eager one, not that you ever denied him. Noticing few people already in each others faces, he moved to the other side, heading towards the car parking. Sprinting towards his car, he hurriedly opened the back car door to lead you in.

“Not here, wonwoo.” he viewed you with his raised brow. “Back!”

“Who am I to refuse you, baby” he said, directing you towards the trunk. He opened it with one swift motion. His legs were swinging outside as he sat on the edge. Pulling you towards him, he kissed you hungrily like hadn’t feasted on you a few days ago. Wonwoo loved your touch, and same was the case with you. That was it, nothing more to description.

“Looks like someone missed me” you whispered in between the kisses.

“You are at a perfect height for me here. God, why didn’t I think of this earlier” and kept attacking your lips until they were plump enough to satisfy him. His tongue asked for entrance, which your lips provided without any hesitation. Your hands were mingled in his hair tugging at the hair roots, earning few groans from him. Somewhere while kissing, you ended up on his right thigh which you were roughly grinding by now.

“As much as I would love you to cum on my thigh, I want to take you raw. So please be patient” he requested while stopping your movements with one hand. His other hand was caressing your back and waist, making you bite him on his lips.

“Shit, you can’t wait huh” he jested at you. he dropped you on your feet, one hand resting against your wet core from behind, other angling your neck to place wet kisses on your collarbones. You whimpered and squirmed against his touch. He had that effect on you. You weren’t sure what drew you both back towards each other after each week but the pull was compelling to you.

After gratified with his artwork he stood up to replace your positions. You were now sitting on edge while he towered over you. Hastily your hand went to remove his belt but seeing you struggling, he took up the task for himself. You removed your own shorts in meantime and placed them where his pants were now. Fortunately for others, the party inside was still lively to engage them and there was no fear of getting caught, not that wonwoo cared. He could take you anytime, anywhere.

He had to lower himself to hold you but he was so used to it by now. Without a warning, he slided you towards his standing body to kiss you ravenously. Your hands did their work on his boxers and started pumping his already hard length. No words were spoken as your silky underwear was removed from your hips. He backed you against the surface to the point you were lying down, his hand on back of your head to support you. His length slipped into you making you whimper loudly. He was big, from everywhere. Skin slapping was the only sound that could be heard in the quite parking lot at this hour of night. His hand on your hip was holding you tight, your legs wrapped around his waist while he fucked and kissed you in his brute mode. If it was not for his arms, you’d have collapsed then and there.

“Fuck y/n. how can you be so tight” he hissed against your lips.

“Shut u-up.” your voice got stuck in your throat. The only thing in your control were your hands on wonwoo’s nape, holding him towards you. The muscles in your abdomen, which could be felt by him, went stiff, your back arching at familiar sensation. His own kisses went sloppier indicating he was also closer. You both released at the same time, warm liquid spilling out of your conjoined bodies. He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead before removing himself from you.

Before you could touch your panties stuck between your legs, he stopped you.

“Wait lemme find something to clean you up” he quickly got dressed, while you sat there with your intertwined legs. He came back from front with a handkerchief. He cleaned you before helping you with your shorts. You were glad for wearing loose shorts as they were easy to transfer with your shoes. With his arm on upper side of trunk, his hunched figure stared you down suspiciously.

“What’s up with you today?”

Not him as well.

“Nothing, I overslept and I’m still tired. So I’ll be going now.” you declared implying that you won’t tell him.

“Okay, as you say. Are you free next Friday though” he asked taking his chances. Again.

“Don’t start again woo? At least you can leave me in peace. I’m going .bye bye. See you after finals. maybe.” you slipped away from under his arm towards the gate of parking lot, only looking behind to wave him goodbye. His followed suit.

You were gone but he’d never stopped trying.

You mentally thanked your friends for giving you an invite as many things were clear in your head now. It was definitely the alcohol and wonwoo but you were much calmer now.

A ping.

Jaemin: don’t forget about tomorrow, noona. Taeyong hyung told me to remind you.

You scoffed at his text. Noona. Some overhyped kid he was!

But his message made you understand that all this was permanent. Sober you or drunken,Your life was changing forever. The tomorrow you were waiting till now was altered.

You went home with same dejection. Taeyong’s last words echoing in your head.

“Life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can. It is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

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waynewifey · 3 years

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Fading away. —

Pairing: Jason Grace x Roman!DaughterofPluto!Reader

Sumary: after moths of over working, a colapse makes you get into a coma and reflect on your feelings.

Warnings: coma, angst, Pluto as a caring dad, fluff at the end.

Words: +-3k.

A/N: This is my first Percy Jackson Franchise fanfiction, so take it easy on me. This is also my biggest and favourite one. I hope you like this! My requests are always open.

(Y/N) (L/N) had a good reason to hate Jason Grace. How could she not? Jason was so annoying, self centred, selfish, stubborn and worse of all? He dated Piper McLean. Piper was great, (Y/N) knew that and they seemed happy together. But, still, he chose Piper, not (Y/N), his girlfriend back at Camp Jupiter, who he totally forgot about. How come Percy remembered Annabeth but Jason wouldn't remember (Y/N)? And when he recovered his memory, he chose Piper. But she also loved him still, and seeing him hurt like a bullet going straight through her heart. She decided to spend a year at Half-Blood Camp to stay with her half-brother Nico Di Angelo when Gaea were defeated. She thought she could manage to see him almost every day, but she couldn't. So she started doing anything to get her mind occupied. Going on meaningless quests, travelling to New York randomly, volunteering for literally any service in the camp and barely sleeping — because sleeping meant dreams.

"It doesn't have to be like that, (Y/N)." Her brother gave her another shot of Nectar. The sunlight that entered Hades' cabin was leaving slowly as they talked, (Y/N) leaned on her bed watching her fingertips become solid again.

"I'll learn how to do it right and I promise I won't push myself too much, but I can't stop practicing." She avoided eye contact with Nico, feeling ashamed of herself. After all, she was supposed to be the one taking care of him, since she was older. She came back from a "quest" for her father, that was staying a weekend on the Underworld. She started using Shadow Travel to get there. The problem? She had no idea how hard it was, and she almost died every time. He sighted.

"I'm not talking about Shadow Travel. You should talk to Jason and sort this out. You're almost killing yourself everyday doing the craziest stuff just to keep your mind off him. He already broke up with Piper, what's stopping you now? I'm your brother and it pains me to see you suffering, I won't just sit and watch while you literally desapear." He got up and walked to the door. The (h/c) girl forced a smile so he believed she was fine. Nico left the cabin.

After hours reflecting and thinking, she heard the trumpets that announced the convocation to a game of Capture the Flag. Since she was feeling better, she changed her clothes and walked outside. The teams were: cabins 1, 4, 5, 9, 12, 14, 18, 21, 23, 27, 28, 29 vs. cabins 2, 6, 7, 10, 11, 13, 15, 16, 20, 24, 25, 26. They started the game. (Y/N) had to protect the boundary with a kid from Hipnos' cabin while a group attacked the opponent's flag and another protected their territory and their flag. Everything was going as planned, she hadn't seen anyone yet. Out of the sudden, she saw a blond guy running in their direction with a sword. Oh hell no, Jason Grace wouldn't attack her like that. But he did.

"What the hell?!" She screamed, reacting to the blade flying in her direction. Her teammate was asleep. She defended herself with her own sword and counterattacked. He invested against her leg, trying to make her fall. Her instincts took place, she jumped, attacked again and they started a meaningless battle. Jason looked the same as always. He was almost the same Jason that used to take her on cute dates in New Rome. But he fought like a greek. And that was when it hit her, he changed. The mixture of love and hate made her loose her senses for a bit, giving Jason the lead. He focused on her leg but hesitated to hit it, giving her time to get back on the fight. She knocked him to the floor, her foot on his chest and her blade on his neck, when she heard footsteps approaching quickly. Of course. It was a trap. She turned around and saw a son of Hebe holding her team's flag running, followed by two daughters of Hephaestus. She grabbed a knife from her belt and threw it to his leg, hitting exactly where she wanted. She then grabbed Jason's blade and Shadow Travelled. For a moment everything was fine, while she drowned into darkness, but then she couldn't get out. She saw her father's face mixed in the dark. He raised his hand and touched her face, than she was back at the forest. Realising not even a second had gone through, she attacked the — injured — boy and the two gigantic girls at the same time. She wasn't really expecting to defeat them, just trying to win some time so, hopefully, someone would come help her. The boy dropped the flag and got a small sword. The two girls had hammers... oh. The three of them attacked at the same time and she protected herself with Jason's sword, which flew away. She was out of hopes when a figure appeared beside her and started fighting them.

"What are you doing here?! You're not supposed to help me, we're enemies, remember?" She said, fighting Hebe's son.

"I guess you're welcome then." Jason replied smiling, fighting the hammers-girls. (Y/N) sighted in annoyance. Seconds later, her teammates came running from the enemies' territory with a flag and the three-people group surrendered. Everyone started screaming and celebrating. (Y/N)'s head hurt with the noise and she looked to her brother, feeling numb.

"Hey, can we talk?" Jason said, getting in front of her with a big smile. He was proud of himself for helping her? Of course he was. He was going to take all the credit for her team's win. The anger rose inside of her burning everything. She furrowed her eyebrows and with the last energy that remained in her body, she tried to Shadow Travel for the perhaps hundredth time that day.

She fell into the darkness while feeling her body desapear quickly. Her heart was very accelerated but then it stopped. She saw herself at the barks of Lete's river. I'm dead., she thought. The desperation started taking over. She remembered the face of all her friends. Her siblings, Hazel and Nico. Her mother. Her best friend Reyna. Camp Jupiter. New Rome. The Lar Vitellius. Lares? Lares! Maybe she could go back as a ghost! She would at least see her friends again.

"Didn't expect to see you this soon." A voice said with humor. She turned around, as always enlighten by her father's presence. But his face was sad. Not the everyday-sad-Pluto, but the my-daughter-just-died-sad-Pluto.

"Am I d-... dead?" The anxiety forbid her from crying in front of her father. The one she never knew and once she did, she didn't want to disappoint him.

"Yes and no. You see, my darling, there are things more powerful then death. Right now, your physical being is exhausted from travelling through darkness and light — which I told you not to, but we'll talk about this later, you have a decision to make. You're body is surrendering to Death out of hopelessness. But your soul, on the other hand, still fights for the heart beating in your chest. And your conscious, the controller of both body and soul, has to decide which one of them you'll support right now. As Lord of the Death that's all I can say to you. But as your father, I would like to say that we have a room for you in the castle, if you'd like that. And also, I feel obligated to show you what is happening on Earth." When he finished his words, an image formed in the air, sort of an Iris message, but no one saw them. (Y/N) saw herself laying on the grass, surrounded by some campers, Nico and Jason.

She was watching them from above. Jason put two fingers on her neck, trying to feel her pulse. She — the one in the Underworld — gasped as the blond boy whispered 'nothing'. She glanced at her father, who had a pained expression as he stared at Nico freaking out. Her brother had his hands on her chest and was murmuring something in greek. Then, he opened his eyes, filled with tears of desperation, and glanced at Jason, who didn't look any better. She wanted to scream and go back to up there, but her voice wouldn't come out of her throat.

"Half of her is already gone." Nico struggled to say. Everyone around gasped. "I can't Shadow Travel with her, it- it would k-kill the other half..."

"Let's take her to the Infirmary. Everything's gonna be fine. She'll be okay." Will Solace had appeared in the crowd and kneed down to take (Y/N) in the arms, being helped by the other two. As they walked, (Y/N) held herself in her arms, sobbing. She didn't want to die, not like that. The image faded away and Pluto hugged her. He never did that before. She left out all her emotions through the cry. Her father caressed her back and gently kissed the top of her head.

"Now you see, my child, what those on Earth are going through. You have a family up there. And if you'd ask me, Jason Grace is a good person, even being a son of my brother. You have a choice, so make it wisely." Pluto said, not backing away from the hug. She nodded and he immediately knew what her choice was. "You know I'd love to have you here with me, but I'd love even more to see you happy. Don't be reckless. And listen to your brother. You don't have to worry to come see me, I'll make sure to visit you during your recovery." As he said that, a white door appeared out of nowhere. "Here's your carpool." The girl started to walk to the door, when she heard Pluto say: "(Y/N) I lo-... Good luck." She smiled to him and went through into the door. It felt like eons in the nothingness. She felt so much pain all over her body. Then she gained conscience. She didn't knew how long it had passed. She also couldn't open her eyes or say anything, but she knew she was laying down something comfortable, a bed, perhaps. But she could hear perfectly well.

"... and I'm so sorry you had to die for me to gain the courage to say this. Please come back to us... Come back to me. Nico barely leaves this room and nor do I, Will had to force him to go eat. It's not the same without you, (Y/N/N), it really isn't." Jason's words gave her the urge to cry, but she couldn't. It was like her body had shutdown completely. She felt his warm hands on her cold ones and after that, a door was opened. Footsteps. Only one person. Jason didn't move. Someone sat down next to them.

"Dad- I mean, Hades said she will be okay." It was Nico's voice. He sounded extremely tired.

"Didn't he say that last month?" Grace was annoyed, but he didn't stop holding her hand.

"I know, I wish I could do more... I'm... I'm sorry Jason." The blond sighted.

"I should be the one to be saying that. I know there's nothing else to do. I'm sorry for putting the blame on you. It's just- if we've talked before, nothing of this would have happened. If only I was brave enough..." (Y/N) felt weak and her consciousness was back at nothing again. When she heard something again, it looked like a lot of time had passed by, but she wasn't sure at all. Jason's voice was happy as he told her his plans to the future.

"I realised you would like to work with me training the legion. You're obviously skilled and the payment is quite good. And I've heard they are planning to build a village here as well, but I don't know if you-..." Every time she tried to stay conscious, she felt weaker. 'Rest', her father's voice said inside of her head, so she let herself.

Some time...? A long time...? She didn't knew. But the next time she heard, she was way stronger. She waited until then, so she could stay longer and try to understand her emotions. She heard almost an entire day. Her friends entered and left cabin 13 — she found out that she was there. Some of them talked "to" her, some just sat there in silence. When alone, Nico talked a lot about Will Solace. (Y/N) smiled mentally. Then Jason entered. She could already recognise the sound he made walking. He sat beside her bed and held her hand, as usual.

"Hello, princess. You look better." She reunited all the strength she had storage and sent it all to her right hand. She softly squeezed Jason's hand, for a small portion of second, trying to say 'hi'. She felt exhausted. He gasped.

"She just squeezed my hand!" He screamed, laughing. Nico jumped out of his bed, laughing as well. They both stared at her, waiting for more. "You're there, right? I knew you were! It's been long months, but you're getting better. Don't work too hard. We'll see each other soon, don't worry." He kissed her forehead. After that, it was easy for her to let go and dive into her sleep again.

She was slowly getting better. She noticed her comas were smaller now, and she got stronger every time. She started communicating by squeezing people's hand. One time for 'yes' and two times for 'no'. But it still was exhausting. She met with her father a couple times through dreams, but it never lasted long. She was sick of it. She wanted to jump out of the bed and run through all the camp. She was alone with Jason, as he talked about the last time he went to Camp Jupiter, telling every change. She slowly forced herself to open her eyes. It wasn't for too long, just enough for her to see the big smile he had while talking, her favourite blond hair and how he gesticulated while speaking. By that time, her feelings were completely lined. She declined her childishness and stubbornness to accept the fact that she obviously loved him. Her lips were able to form a small smile. He hadn't noticed her yet. I can do this, she thought.

"J." She whispered for the first time in five months. Her eyes were already closed again. He gasped.

"Did you just say J? That's me! I'm here, i'm right here, love. Can you hear me?" She squeezed his hand one time. Yes. He chortled. "You're so strong. I miss you so much." He started softly crying. She squeezed his hand two times. No. Don't cry, she wanted to say. "Alright, 's fine, 's fine. Gods, you're coming back. I bet Aphrodite is watching us closely." He chuckled but suddenly stopped. "I forgot we haven't talked about that yet, i'm sorry. I don't wanna be intrusive, you know. It's just, by what Nico has told me, well, you still liked me." She squeezed two times. "That's... that's great, love. But don't worry about that just yet. You should take some rest now, my love."

Five days. She had woken up every single one of them, but only listening. No squeezes, no talking, no looking. Just storing strength. She knew she was close to fully waking up. She was already able to keep track of the days. It was a Sunday, the day she received the most visits. It should be morning, because she only heard Nico's snorting. She slowly opened her eyes. The same place. Different clothes. She wondered who had changed them. Perhaps Will did. She systematically moved her arms, pushing herself to sit. Her back was laying at wall. She took a deep breath. It was going fine. She wanted to wake Nico up, but she decided to wait to see if she would be able to actually stay awake. About an hour later, Nico woke up by himself. He yawned and turned to her bed. She looked at him with a big smile. He jumped out of bed.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)! You're up! How- Wait! I need to- Wait! Don't fall asleep, I'll be right back!" She blinked slowly to sign 'ok'. He was back moments running later with a bunch of teenagers in pyjamas. They all froze at the door, staring at her. Hazel, Frank, Annabeth, Percy, Jason and even Piper. Hazel was the first one to wake up from the trance. She ran to her sister and hugged (Y/N).

"Ouch." She managed to say, reacting to the tight hug that made her head hurt.

"Right, sorry! I forgot. Wait, you speak!" Hazel answered and laughed. All of the others joined in, amazed by her friend, and started talking, telling everything she had missed. (Y/N) couldn't speed properly, only a few words like 'hi', 'ow', 'miss' and 'food'. Later that day, Will came to check on her. He said everything looked just fine, but that she should rest.

"Hey." Zeus' son said, once they were alone.

"Hi."

"Gods, it's so good to finally hear you again. I've talked to myself for a long time." They giggled softly. (Y/N) wasn't showing any signs of it, but that day had been extremely tiring. Her entire body hurt but she couldn't give up just yet.

"I... heard." She whispered. "A bit." Her eyes tried to close but she opened them wide, fighting her own nature. Jason noticed that.

"Hey, no need to over do it.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb.

"Sleep... here." She begged, placing her hand beside her. He froze for a moment, embarrassed. And then, with a rubor across his face, he sat on the bed beside her. She laid her head on his chest and quickly fell asleep.

“Go to sleep, love. We have all the time in the world.”

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Burnt Out

Bitches... (1, I love you all very much. 2, .... read 1) it's time for some angst...

And the start of me making poly relationship things-

Request away lol (I'm working on a request and small project chapters :) )

Warnings: Toxic Relationship, mentions scars, burns, Manga spoilers, swearing, emotionally abusive behavior, mentally abusive behavior, gaslighting(?) Let me know if I missed any!

You giggled as both men chased after you through the halls of the hotel. "(Y/N), you're wearing socks! You're going to- shit!" Niragi yelled after you, cursing when he saw you fall. You slipped down the stairs. You landed with a thud at the bottom. Tears filled your eyes at the pain, but you swallowed them back, standing up. You yelped, falling back to the floor. Chishiya stared down at you, kneeling besides you, squeezing your leg. "Ow! Shi-Shi, hurts," you whined, slapping his hand away. He glared up at you. "Maybe don't be stupid next time. I'm just trying to help you," he scoffed, going back to trying to find out what was wrong. "You don't have to be so mean to he-" "Shut up. You're dumber than her, you're the whole reason this happened anyways." He felt people stare, and stopped. "Take her back up to our room. I'll figure out what's wrong there," Chishiya stated, getting up, and walking away. You expected Niragi to yell after him, or repremand him for something, but we're met by silence. "Gi-Gi, you ok?" You whispered as he picked you up softly. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead nodding.

"Niragi... this isn't the way back to our room," you said, noticing he was taking you the opposite way. "Clever girl," he praised with a smile. You laughed at his words. "I'm taking you to Ann. She has more equipment to help you. I'll get Chishiya after I take you to her though," he explained. You nodded.

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"And then it was like bam, then woosh, and like... wow!!" You exclaimed, trying to find the words to explain your game. Niragi laughed, patting the top of your head. "Sounds fun sweetheart. Tell me all about it after I take a shower," he said. You nodded with a smile, sitting on the edge of your bed. Chishiya had been on the bed, listening to your rambling. "Chishiya, I think it was really cool how you tried to-" you started. "Gods you're loud. Quiet down. And I know. I'm clever, after all. Neither of you would be here without me. Probably dead," he lectured. "But Chishiya, Niragi and I survived without you before we came to the Beach, remember? We were t-" you started, confused at his words. "I get it, he's your favorite out of us both! You make it so fucking obvious. I bet the only reason you wanted both of us is because you're an attention whore who needs multiple men to use her to feel good about herself. Shut up and let me sleep," he shouted. Tears filled your eyes as he turned away from you. Had you really shown favoritism? You didn't try to, if you had. You always made sure you tried to do things with both. Was he feeling left out? Is that why he was being a jerk?

Those were all thoughts running through your mind, not knowing that you weren't the problem. You had spent equal time with both, giving them equal attention. Chishiya just never wanted you around him.

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"(Y/N), come with me. Now," Chishiya ordered. Ten of Hearts. That was tonight's game. And you were terrified. He had pulled you away before anything got to out of hand. You thought that maybe he was trying to be nice. Maybe he had finally come around? Had you given him enough attention? "W-where's Niragi?" You asked, jogging to catch up with him. "Don't worry about him let's go."

You followed him around the whole time, watching as his hands quickly grabbed items. ''What are you making?" You asked, hoping he didn't snap at you. You feared his response. "Something to beat the game with. If you can't bring the witch to the fire, bring the fire to the witch," he said. You sighed in relief. He didn't yell at you, and you were happy about it. "Ok... so... you know who the witch is?" You questioned. "I have a hunch. Now stop asking questions," he stated. "So annoying..." you heard him mutter. You frowned, keeping your lips shut.

Following him up the stairs, you kept to yourself. You knew he wouldn't care about your thoughts. He might yell at you, or call you annoying. You didn't want to make him angry... He was just trying to protect you, right?

"Niragi!" You shouted happily, seeing he was at the rooftop. He wasn't dead. He looked over at you with a smirk. "Ah, so he did keep you safe. Where were you hiding?" He asked, picking up his gun from the floor. "There's many places for me to hide," Chishiya responded. You tried walking towards Niragi, but Chishiya grabbed your sleeve. You tugged at his hand, trying to get away. "Let me go," you said, struggling against him. "No."

The next few minutes went in a blur. All you remember was Chishiya and Niragi arguing a bit back and forth. You were so overwhelmed already, the game getting to you, and now your lovers were fighting. Cards flying, fire, screaming. You couldn't tell if it was your own scream or Niragi's, but it didn't matter.

"C-chishiya what the hell?! W-what?!" You yelled, shaking, stepping back from him. "Hmm... guess he wasn't the witch then,'' he stated, dropping the homemade flamethrower to the ground. He started picking up the cards on the floor. You however tried taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. You couldn't. Tears slipped off your face, hands scratching you your arms. You couldn't scream, couldn't talk, couldn't move. It was like you were living in a nightmare.

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There was more instances, of course, but you were so done with everything. Niragi was still alive, to your relief. After all that, he was alive. And that's all that mattered to you. Chishiya had been with you, and still was. Understandably, you were scared of him. Niragi was angry at him, but couldn't do anything about it.

"Look, just tell me I'm right, and we're fine," Chishiya stated bored of the conversation. Both you and Niragi were so tired of this. The constant fighting, gaslighting, and hateful words. Chishiya was just too prideful to admit he was wrong.

It was a relationship between you three. You and Niragi shouldn't be putting in all the work, while he didn't try. At the begin he had. He had tried to be a part of the relationship, giving you both kisses and hugs. Random bouts of energy at 3 am to go to a random room. It had all started slowly going down hill. He pushed you both away, but didn't want to leave. He never left, giving you hope that maybe he really loved you both, and just didn't know how to express it. He had told you about his parents, and you just always tried to excuse his behavior as his trauma, but it just got to a point where you couldn't anymore.

"You're right," you started. You saw him smirk, and continued. "We couldn't fix you," you said. Suddenly he wasn't so sure of where this was going. "You're right, we shouldn't have tried to. Your pride is what you're concerned about?" Niragi said. He was tired of dealing with this as well. All he wanted was to find someone who actually cared about him, and who showed it. He didn't want to be with someone who made him feel alone. You didn't make him feel alone... "I'm still right, he wo-" Chishiya started, getting ready to argue back and forth with you two until you finally gave into him. But that wasn't going to happen today.

"Is "you're right" really all you wanna hear right now?" You whimpered, sitting on your knees next to Niragi.

"Well, you're right, we should've walked away faster... should've know You would only break our hearts after we were already in love," You whispered. You were all hurt. Niragi had severe burns, and bullet wounds, Chishiya had bullet wounds as well. You had burns on your arms and legs, cuts and bruises adorned your (s/c) skin. Most of which Chishiya had caused when he put you in danger at games for his own gain. Or when he needed to test one of the weapons he made, you were his test subject. "Yeah, I guess I'm just not good enough for either of you then. All you two do is act scared of me like I'm the bad guy-"

"You're right, you aren't good enough," Niragi stated angrily, caughing up blood after. He winced in pain at the sudden movement. You felt tears fill your eyes, and shook them away. ''I kissed your scars even after you hurt me, and he held your hand, even when you fucking burned him-" you shouted angrily. "Do you know how embarrassing that was?" Niragi whispered, his voice hoarse and raspy.

"Oh, because it's all my fault?"

"Yeah! That's exactly what we're saying! When was the last time you actually tried acting like you liked us?"

''She's right. You agreed to be with us. This is just fucking embarrassing to be with somebody who hates us, and doesn't even try to hide it."

"I don't hate you two I-"

"Liar."

"We hoped things got better, we hoped that love could turn a monster into a man," you stated, getting angrier by him trying to defend himself. "But it doesn't and it won't

Because you're beyond repair

But there is still someone for her somewhere, who will treat her so nice, you'll wish that you did-" Niragi retorted to his words. He didn't hate you both? He sure did a horrible job at showing it. Niragi knew he would die with his injuries. You would live. You could find someone who would treat you better than either of them could. "For someone so smart you're so fucking stupid to think that we're really that dumb..." you interrupted Niragi. He was losing energy, and anytime he coughed you could tell it was so painful to him. "We love you, but we're done... Pretending this was gonna work... Pretending loving you didn't hurt... Pretending that it doesn't burn when you think you're always right..." Niragi ended. Those words were hard for him to say, and hard for you to realize. You three had just been pretending this was going to work after Chishiya started pushing you two away. You two tried so hard to stay with him, and tried so hard to fit all three of you together, that you didn't realize how much staying fucking hurt.

" 'Cause you're still stuck on your past...You hate him so much but you're just like your dad!!" You screamed, shouting the first thing that came to mind. It hurt him. That was a first. The first time someone's words hurt him. And you, (Y/N), his sweet (Y/N), said them. You could see the shock written all over his face when you said them, and it made you feel a bit bad. Niragi was secretly proud of you, but focused on the situation at hand. Tears feel from your eyes, and you cursed yourself. "(Y/N), I- I'm- I can't... I-" Chishiya stammered. For once, he was at a loss for words. You and Niragi had made him happy. He didn't feel alone with you two, and that scared him. So he tried to push you both away, scared of hurting either of you, but I'm the end, he hurt you more than he meant to. He tried, he really tried at the beginning, the feeling of being together with you two bringing him the feeling of love, understanding, and happiness he'd never felt. But he ruined that. He hurt himself in this instance, he hurt the people he loved, making them scared of him. He realized you were right. He was turning out to be just like his father. He didn't want that. He wanted to wake up, this was surely a nightmare. He would wake up and you would be squished in between him and Niragi. You would be playing with his hair, talking about your dream. You wouldn't be scared of him, and you would all be back at the beach. Like the 10 of hearts never happened. But he knew that was wishful thinking. This was real, and this was happening. Everything he used to laugh about people worrying about was happening to him right now. This was his karma. It had finally caught up to him.

"And I know, that you tried...Gave it all that you had," you whispered through tears. No. He couldn't let the one thing that made him happy slip through his fingers. But... he had to let you go. You wanted to leave. Niragi wanted to leave. It would be cruel to both of you to make you stay. So he stayed quiet. Did you really think he tried? That made him feel a tiny bit better. You thought he tried. That he tried to make things work. "And being a monster doesn't necessarily make you bad..." Niragi added quietly. He was a monster. The words he had said to not only you, but Niragi could back that up. Not just his words either. His actions. He was a horrible person to both of you. Why did he expect both of you to stay with him, when neither of you had anymore energy to put into the relationship.

"But...even if we could staple it back together now... we all know that you can't light a fire that's already burnt out," Chishiya whispered. You both looked up, shocked he was agreeing with you. Was he crying? Neither you nor Niragi had ever seen him cry. Niragi chuckled a bit, not at the fact that Chishiya was crying, but at the fact that this was what it took for him to care. "Fuck... it hurts," Chishiya muttered with a laugh. "My injuries hurt less than losing both of you... fuck... I-"

He was interrupted by a voice. The games were over. "Oh my gods... we can go home! I reject citizenship in the borderlands," you said. "Same. I don't want to stay here. Fuck that," Niragi stated. "I also reject citezenship of the borderlands. This is like a personal hell..." Chishiya muttered. A bright light obstructed your vision.

You walked on crutches into their hospital room with a smile. " 'M back!" You chirped. You had all been in an accident, as a lot of people that were currently in the hospital were. You didn't know why, but the seemed so familiar. You liked being around them, and constantly visited them. "Ah, finally a pleasant noise to hear," the blonde man complemented. You could hear the teasing tone directed towards the other man in the room. "I can't really help it can I? So... shaddup..." the other muttered. "My nurse told me... that my heart stopped... for a minute," you mentioned, sitting in a chair in between their beds careful to not hurt your legs more. They had burns and scars, nothing tho serious. "What a coincidence. Us too," Chishiya said. You nodded, humming in acknowledgement. "I um... I also... get released tomorrow..." you said sadly. "That's great (Y/N). You can head back to your home," Niragi said. You shook your head. "I wanna stay. I don't know why, but you two seem familiar to me. And... I want to know why... it feels like...I don't know how to explain it..." you stated. "I... I've felt that as well," Chishiya admitted. "Ok, good I'm not crazy then," Niragi joked, coughing slightly after. "Well... how about I come visit everyday until you both get released... then we can figure out why? Or get to know each other more? It feels like... I've loved you in a past life kinda thing. Silly of me to say, huh?" You giggled. "I think... we'd both enjoy that... and it's not silly, in fact, we've both been talking about it, and that's how we feel. About you, and each other. It's quite weird, I've never met either of you in my life. You're both rather attractive though," Chishiya said. Niragi snickered and you looked over at Chishiya, who's eats had turned red.

"I said that outloud, didn't I?"

"Yep."

"It's a good thing I find both of you attractive too, blondie."

"Hey, I think you're both cute too! Lemme join in on this!"

"Of course. Join in on it (Y/N)."

I couldn't let you guys be sad, I'm sorry-

Also, I'm going on a trip to Arizona this week, so there will probably not be many (or any) updates. Sorry, but I do hope you enjoy this!

#alice in borderland #niragi #chishiya #×reader #angst :)#i told you i was going to make Chishiya toxic #did i know i was going to take it that far? no #did i like how it turned out? kind of #honestly ive been getting better at angst #also ive been convinced by my friends to write for poly relationships #not that i didnt want to more like i didnt know if people would like that #but im open to writing about them #as you see #and dont worry there will be non toxic healthy relationship ones #yay!#Spotify

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round1addict01 · 3 years

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My experience on Apex Legends Mains:

This is just my experience, I can't speak for everyone since people have different experiences and opinions towards certain mains. This is for laughs and fun. Nothing serious and just stupid thoughts. Will go by alphabetical order!

Bangalore:

Really aggressive and quick to run in. Pretty good aim and for some reason the first one to be shot at. I hear her voice saying she's been hit at multiple times before anyone else. Sometimes can't wait for the team to catch up and end up being downed fairly quickly. Uses smokes for the rez but they do it at the wrong place. Forget that they are in the open when rezzing. Pretty slippery to kill due to their passive. Uses their Ultimate anywhere... even when the enemy team can easily go indoors... Overall, they're pretty solid teammates.

Bloodhound:

These feral people I swear to god-. A wild card when teamed up with. Unpredictable and most of the time exceed expectations. Will use Beast of the Hunt when the fight starts but the fight lasts 20s. *HEAVY BREATHING*. Uses scan on places that are empty just in case but then alerts people nearby. Wants to land in densely populated areas. I enjoy their company and they're pretty good at what they work with.

Caustic:

The one teammate who will block entrances with their gas traps. Hell breaks loose when there's 2 in a fight. Teammates are annoyed at them when in an enclosed space. Second most often to rage quit. Will stick traps onto the trident as the one driving will have to cross their fingers that no one shoots them. Will miss their ultimate, no where close to the enemies. Satisfying to play as and a piece of shit to play against. Ironically the most serious legend has the most hilarious moments.

Crypto:

This bad boy... is covered in traps or punched by teammates to a new location for laughs. Underrated. Super helpful but no one notices him. Teammates flock around him and t-bag until he gets back. Will most likely be around Mirage mains for the banter. Will hide behind a rock instead of being inside a building. Hearing the "wrrrrr" of his drone induces anxiety. They know this and try to mess with you. Shooting the drone and failing always gives them the ">:3". Please give these mains the attention they deserve.

Gibraltar:

I love them. They can slam my back and I'd thank them. That being said... they need to be more aware of their surroundings. They have really awful timing when it comes to rezzing. Sometimes forget that his shield is not as invincible and can be passed through. Dies while rezzing. The most protective and supportive teammate. Also really friendly. Praise them because they will die for you. *small smooch to the cheek for gibby mains*

Horizon:

"We can all use a pick me up" heard 99.999% of the match. Love to be on the high ground. Really pleasant to listen to her voice. Seen most often in teams now. Experimenting new strategies. People are still getting used to her so not much to say at the moment. Sweet people with the will to help teammates.

Lifeline:

Tries their best to be helpful but their kit is used poorly. Uses the shield from D.O.C. to fight instead of finding cover to help rez. Speaking of rez, the one being rezzed will be downed again and again until the enemy finally puts down their misery. Will lose the fight when the rez isn't finished and the person gets killed. Most likely to get pissed when another teammate rezzes downed players. Healing during a fight will result in being found and getting blasted with bullets. Will complain when they don't get the loot. Asks for the loot you have so they can later die with it.

Loba:

Queen of getting away. Bracelet is loud enough to attract enemies and they're not aware of this sometimes. Once the black market open you gotta look all areas just in case an enemy team sees or hears the outline. Will open black market 90% of the match no matter where they are. Never deactivates their black market. I have never ever seen it happen. Revenant and Bangalore mains will most likely be teamed up with her. Really helpful teammates and generous when it comes to loot.

Mirage:

These people absolutely adore his humor and banter with everyone. Will use the riding skydive emote the most. Bamboozles actually trick you and you realize how dumb you can be. Makes people waste their bullets and revel in this fact. Rezzing is very nice.... until you hear footsteps then it's extreme anxiety. Has meme potential in anything. Will try to use their ultimate to escape but will eventually be shot at. Half of the fakes run into walls or objects which will have the enemy team look directly at the real one. Goofy and fun to be around but anxiety goes straight up when they're trying to rez.

Octane:

Speedy bois. Hella hard to hit and never stop running. Try their hardest to get teammate banners. Cheer on these devil babies, they do so much. Slurps and throw up loot all in one go. *90's racing music in the background*. Unfortunately abandons their team behind when 1 person is downed. Can't stay indoors for long and keeps moving destinations. Cannot drive the titan for their life and crash land near edges of maps. Makes me grip the mouse and keyboard when they're driving.

Pathfinder:

Will use their grappling hook and either fly over their initial stop or be stuck under the building. I'm the one stuck under the buildings. Hella good at snipers and aerial shots. Is that one main who'd swing into action all cool but will crash face first into a building. Zip lines to fights and gets downed first. Gets impatient when groups don't show up and quit. 2nd most salty people in voice chat. Pretty good for rezzing and retreats. It's over when they have high ground.

Rampart:

Ballistic players who don't know how to chill. Gets the most attention with Shiela but also has their shields at all angles when a fight happens. Prepared for a gun fight at all times. Pair up with trap mains and create so much chaos. Will likely get pissed if teammates don't stay behind shield and get downed. Also underrated af. Shield get left all over the map and turns the fight around if the enemy uses it. Honestly need more Rampart in my life.

Revenant:

Guilty of playing him for his voice. I'm calling myself out here but I'll be damned if I don't drag the rest of the fandom down with me. Will keep climbing up to impossible heights until they get in the perfect spot. Crawly bois, sneaky af. Will forget to use their totem before a fight. This also is the case with their tactical. Throws themselves in the most populated areas as jump master. Pings loot for teammates. Ironic that the character is awful to other people but the mains are really nice people. Love to annoy Lobas and piss off everyone else if their teammates are trash.

Wattson:

Do not be fooled by their cute personalities and awesome skins. They are the most devilish mains. Will do the 90's anime laugh in your face as you get electrocuted. Anger them and the last thing you'll see is a finisher. Will put their Tesla in an open field and get it destroyed in seconds. FENCES EVERYWHERE. You'll try to protect them until you see that they've already won a 1v2-3 fight. Will kill in cold blood if you destroy a fence. Disposes your body by finishing you. Actually scary. The personification of ":)".

Wraith:

2 opposite spectrums. Either a noob or a 1000+ veteran. 1000+ veterans think they are privileged to own the best loot. Will voice chat just to complain and diss on your playstyle. Barely a team player and go off on their own just to die and get angry that "you're trash at the game". Very rarely will be cooperative to win a game. Noobs will have no clue and will follow you around like a lost child. T-bag moments. Will have you be the initiator of everything because the other teammate will just follow along too. Average Wraith players are the most chill players and don't say much but do a lot with their actions.

If I fucked up anyone's expectations then I'm sorry. This list is pretty stupid but if anyone else related to this or has anything else to add then put it in tags or messages!

Thanks for reading my opinions and please stay hydrated, unclench your jaw, don't send hate comments, and get some rest!

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chaoticpuff17 · 4 years

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A Dangerous Game

part 16

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Warning: language, violence, drugging, yandere behavior obviously

Hello darlings! So excited for this chapter, sorry its short. It was giving me trouble. And I’m officially running out of different Joon gifs to use each time. Thank you all so much for the love you’ve given this fic! Every time I see a comment or a like I just kind of sit there in awe going “Thanks! I’m trash!” Love you all, please enjoy this installment of A Dangerous Game!-- chaotic puff.

Namjoon was in a meeting when he had been interrupted by an alert on his phone. Normally, Namjoon would not have paid much mind to such a thing, but the alert concerned Y/N’s tracker, and he had immediately excused himself to make a call wanting to know just why there was no longer a signal on Y/N. His rage had only increased when he was unable to reach Jimin.

He tried Jimin’s phone twice before he called the house directly. There he was finally able to talk to Jimin. He listened from the other side of the line as Jimin explained the situation before hanging up. He sighed summoning some of his most trusted men into the room.

“It would appear that my darling wife has decided to take an impromptu vacation.” He growled grip tightening dangerously on the glass of whiskey in his hand. “I want you to find her. Bring her back. Tonight.” He ordered his features dark with contained rage.

“I thought you had Jimin watching her?” One of the men spoke brow furrowed.

“And Tae put a tracker on her.” The other chipped in.

Namjoon chuckled bitterly. “She hit him over the head, and cut the anklet off. Stole his phone too.”

“Damn.” The shorter of the two men breathed out looking highly amused by the situation. “Quite the woman, you got there, Joon. You want us to take her back to the house?”

“No. Take her to headquarters. The little bird needs to be taught a lesson in manners. And take care of that pest that’s been hanging around her. I think I’d like a word with him. Give him our warmest welcome.”

The two men nodded bowing their heads to the boss before leaving to carry out their mission.

Namjoon stood from his chair and went to the window absolutely fuming. “Fuck!” With a shout of rage, he hurled his glass against the wall sending shards all across the room. “Such a bad decision.” He growled looking out the window already planning what to do with her when he had her in his arms again.

Y/N didn’t think she’d ever been happier to see another human in her life than when she’d seen Jackson pull up along the side road to retrieve her. There had been no time for sentimental reunions though, Namjoon would know by now that she’d cut her tracker. Time was of the essence.

“I couldn’t get a flight out tonight.” Jackson explained speeding down the roads breaking every traffic law that there was as he did. “And it’s not safe to go through Incheon anyway. We’ll drive down to Cheongju, ditch the car, then take a train to Busan. I have a boat there that will take us to the Zhoushan province. From there we can take a train to Hong Kong, and then we’ll be able to fly home.”

She nodded along tiredly. The adrenalin was beginning to wear off leaving her exhausted, the movement of the car and Jackson’s presence lulling her to sleep.

Jackson sighed looking over at her tired form. “Get some sleep, little bear. I’ll wake you up when we get to Cheongju.” He promised reaching into the backseat of the car to retrieve a jacket which was then unceremoniously tossed into her face bringing an indignant whine from the tired woman before she adjusted it to be a suitable blanket.

“Thanks, Jackson.” She murmured, half asleep already.

“Anytime, little bear. Get some rest.”

Once he was sure she was asleep, Jackson pulled out his phone grim faced as he placed the call.

“Mark?” He asked once the call was taken. “I got her. Little hellion got herself over the wall and called for help. Whacked one of RM’s men over the head with a piece of decorative jade. We’re on route to Cheongju.”

“You could have just brought her here. JB is dying to meet the woman that caused such a fuss.” The other man chuckled over the line. “Don’t you think your plan is a little eccentric, Jackson? We could have gotten you out through Incheon.”

Jackson shook his head, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. “I don’t want to risk her like that. RM had a tracker on her, like she was a fucking dog.” He growled wishing he could have had a shot at RM. What he wouldn’t have given to put a bullet through the man’s head for what he’d done to his little bear, his sweet little sister.

“Should have seen him when I was there. He was all up in arms when I did nothing but talk to her. Sent her packing to her rooms like a child.” Mark paused. “Do you really think this was a good idea? You just stole the most powerful man in the country’s wife.”

“She’s not his fucking wife.” Jackson hissed glaring out the wind shield.

“Jackson, you need to know that if it comes down to a choice between you and her, JB isn’t going to lose you. You’re too important to the group.” Mark warned though he too hoped the woman would safely make it out of the country. He’d liked her. She had spirit even in that place.

“I won’t let that happen.”

“Be careful, Jackson.”

“Aren’t I always?” He joked before releasing a stream of swears slamming on the breaks. “Fuck! Shit! We’ve got company.”

Jackson tried to put the car in reverse, but found that there was another car behind him cutting him off just as the first one had.

“Fuck!” He reached over shaking the sleeping woman awake. “Get up, babes. We got company.”

“Jackson?” She murmured sleepily, swiftly waking up though as he pulled a gun out of the glove compartment. “Fuck, Jackson! What the fuck?”

“We have company.”

“What?” The entire world seemed to stop in that moment as the implication of those words sunk in. “I’m not going back there, Jackson. I’m not going back.”

“I don’t know if we have a choice.”

“How the fuck did they find us so quickly?” She asked panic creeping into her tone. “It’s only been a few hours!”

Jackson looked over at her, and his heart clenched to see the fear in her eyes. “Fuck, okay, sweet heart, here’s what we’re going to do.” He pushed his phone into her hands. “I’m going to get them out of the way, and then we are going to make a run for it into the woods. If we get separated, call Mark once you’re a safe distance away.”

“Mark?” She asked scared and confused as the cars on either side of them opened to reveal men coming to take them both back to Namjoon, something that wouldn’t be good for either of them. “Mark Tuan, he’s an old friend.”

“I met him!”

“I know.” He rushed checking over the gun quickly. “When I say go, you go. Jump out and just run. You got it?”

“I got it.”

Jackson pressed down hard on brakes sending goons scattering as the car jerked forward. The action was met with shouts and the sound of gunfire.

“Go!”

And she didn’t think twice, jumping out of the car and dashing into the woods. Screaming as more gunshots fired off.

“Keep running.” Jackson urged taking her hand and dragging her forward.

“Don’t shoot, you idiots! You could hit her!” A harsh voice barked.

Just then she stopped dead in her tracks, his hand ripped from hers followed by Jackson’s pained cry. Turning back around she saw him crumple to the ground blood pouring from a wound on his chest.

“NO!” She screamed running back and dropping to her knees by his side. “No, no, no, no, no.”

She ripped off her jacket pressing it tightly down on bullet wound, tears running freely down her face. “Go, you idiot.” He coughed a bit of blood trickling down his lips. The fabric was quickly becoming saturated, blood seeping up through it as she tried desperately to keep pressure.

“Just hold on, Jackson. Just hold on. We’ll get you help, okay?” She breathed. “Just hold on.”

“You have to go.”

“I’m not leaving you!” She cried choking on her tears.

“NO!” She screamed as she was ripped away from his side into the arms of an unfamiliar man. “No! You have to let me help him!” She cried struggling against the grip he had on her. “He needs help!” She choked out trying very hard to reach Jackson again while she was dragged further and further away.

“Fuck, Yoongi. Do you have the shot ready?” The man grunted as she landed a kick on his leg, though he didn’t let go.

“Yeah, bring her here.”

She only thrashed harder. “Let me go! Can’t you see he needs help?”

“Fucking hell, couldn’t Joon have picked a more docile woman?” A dark haired man approached a syringe in hand. “Hold her still, Hobi. Joon’ll kill us if she’s hurt.”

The hold around her strengthened keeping her still as the other man roughly turned her head shoving a needle into her neck.

“NO!” She cried kicking out, hitting the man in the stomach sending him back with an ‘oof”. But it was too late. The sedative was already in her system. “Jackson!”

The world was spinning as an overwhelming nausea made its home in her stomach. Slowly, her thrashing ceased as she lolled in the arms of her captor, still awake but without the energy to fight. The man, Hobi, lifted her up into his arms carrying her back to the waiting cars.

“Jackson…” She slurred eyes hazily fixed on his prone form on the cold ground.

part 17

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jamiedc-they-them · 3 years

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Being May’s Daughter and an Older Sister to Daisy would include:

SPOILERS FOR WHOLE SHOW!

Being Melinda May’s daughter means you are an expert at control.

She always urged you pursue whatever passion you wanted.

But she always saw that part of you would be a fighter.

Andrew wasn’t exactly thrilled.

But he was supportive father and cared for you both.

In fact, an argument between the two was part of what made them split.

Neither ever told you that.

May, however, suspected that you always knew.

When you met Skye, you saw an innocent girl dragged into this world that looked fun, but one that held a lot of pain inside of it.

So, you trained her when May had to fly.

Despite that it had autopilot, May seemed to know the role you were choosing to play in her life. So, she let you be.

Skye was always wanting to let people in, but always waited for the other shoe to drop.

You seemed to recognise it and didn’t force her into talking about anything.

You just acted like an older sibling and friend in subtle ways.

Checking in on her when it was late and talking to her if she was up.

One time, when she had a nightmare, she woke to you waking her up.

She returned that favour to you when you had a nightmare.

It was about losing your mother.

Now, Phil Coulson always had fatherly instincts.

He knew you and May, obviously.

He played the role of a father to you.

But, assured you that he wasn’t replacing Andrew.

“He’s your birth father, Y/N. I’m never going to beat that. Just know I’m here if you need.”

Anyway, back to Skye.

That night when she woke you, you talked for hours.

May found you the next day asleep in the bed, with you having a protective arm around her.

May let you rest in.

Skye trusted you with a lot of things about her past after that.

She even trusted you about the usb stick with information about her parents.

When they found out about her ties with the Rising Tides not being cut, the team were disappointed.

You, however, took her side.

Your mother wasn’t exactly pleased, but only showed that through a look.

You, like the others did forgive her. But, in your eyes, she didn’t really have much to apologise for.

You took her aside before her talk with Coulson, “I know you’re probably nervous, but he won’t throw you out. I won’t let him…. I just wished you would’ve told us.”

She apologised, but you just shook it off.

She then came out of the office and sat with you, telling you about her actual goal of joining the team.

You just listened to her the whole time and didn’t judge her.

In the end, you hugged her assured her you would be there for her and help her in her search.

While you didn’t know much about hacking, you tried to help her where you could

When your mother kicks her off the plane and she go looking for Coulson, you sneak off to help her

“Y/N?! What the hell are you doing here?!” She asked

“Helping, obviously.” You respond as if it’s nothing

“But what about May --?”

“I’ll handle her when we get back with Coulson.”

She doesn’t say it, but she appreciates your company

She doesn’t have to though, as you can just simply tell

So, you follow through with her plans, including the one to drive into the water to get the car sent

“Sorry.” She says

“We’re alive.”

When you both play dress up, you play the role of your mother and Skye plays the role of Coulson

You’re a lot more convincing

You find Coulson and call the rest of the team

You’re the one who speaks

When your mother picks up the phone, Skye looks at you with a worried expression

But you don’t seem too bothered

“Y/N.” She greets

“Mom.” You return, politely

“Where are you?”

You look at Skye with a, “See? Easy.” Look as she drives you to where Coulson is.

After that, you become a partner to her in the field.

When she gets shot, you are one who beats Quinn up instead of your mother. She watches the door for you.

You stay with Skye whenever you can as she heals. You are just elated to have her be alive.

While you play older sister to Skye, you also do to Fitzsimmons.

If any of the three ever need anything, they come to you.

Normally starts of with “Y/N, can I ask you something?” If it’s either of Fitzsimmons with their manners.

You, of course, say yes.

When Ward betrays the team, it shocks and hurts you.

You are with Fitzsimmons on the plane and fight Ward to try and protect them.

You end up being caught, but a SHIELD team get you out.

When the team reunite with Jemma, you pull up in a car and enter the place.

May, in a rare moment of vulnerability, runs to you and hugs you tight.

She doesn’t say anything, just hugs you.

Skye is next in her hug, “I’m so glad you’re ok.” She says voice cracking.

You just hold her and rub your hand on her back in comfort.

Jemma thanks you for protecting them.

During the time, May starts training you again and you spar with Skye.

May see’s the sisterly bond between you two now: the loyalty, the laughs, the late-night talks.

Neither you nor May say it, but you can tell that Skye is a part of the family now.

You are the third partner in their little SHIELD team.

You try and be the one who goes in while Skye hangs back out of protectiveness. But she’s stubborn.

“No, I’m not letting you go in there alone, Y/N.” Seems that protective spirit has gone to her as well.

You ruffle her hair whenever you go past.

She’d act annoyed, but kind of find if nice in a way. With you openly being affectionate and showing her that you care.

If you’re ever hurt on a mission, she’s by your side either on site, or when you return.

“Hey, Y/NN, you need to stay with me, ok? You’re not dying, not now. May’ll kill me.”

When she gets taken by Ward, it’s you she has to convince last.

“I’m not letting you go with him, Skye.”

“You have to. You guys taught me how to look after myself. I’ll be ok.”

You sigh but let her go.

Then she gets her powers.

She’s scared shitless, but you stay with her as much as you can like you did when injured.

When the team argue about her showing them, you argue her case.

“She was scared.”

“She kept it from us!” Mack would say passionately.

“To avoid this reaction!”

“It’s ok, Y/N.” She tells you when she arrives at the door. She gives you a sad smile, but in her eyes, you can tell she appreciates it.

You visit her in her cell, so she doesn’t feel alone. But she can tell that you aren’t quite sure how to handle it.

“It’s ok, you know. I’m not hurt by it.”

“By what?”

“My powers. It’s ok to say that you don’t know how to handle it.”

There’s the last tenet of your sisterhood: honesty

When she leaves, you stay in contact as much as you can. She asks you how it’s going back at base, and you ask her how she is.

Then SHIELD go after her, and real SHIELD enter the scene.

Now you’re all having to careful and tread lightly with this new SHIELD.

When Bobbi comes back, she tries to explain it.

“Y/N, just let me –”

“If you so much as lay a finger on any of my friends or look at them the wrong way, I swear, we are going to have issues, Morse.”

However, your mother see’s it and reigns you in.

“I understand that you’re angry.”

“So, you want me to, what? Bottle it up?”

“No, use it for something more. They’re after Coulson, and he’s after Ward. We need to keep her heads on straight.”

“…Ok, you’re right. I’m sorry.” May just nods, forgiving you.

When Fitz leaves, you help devise the scam for him to get away with the real toolbox.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N? What if it backfires on you?” Jemma asks you, worried about your wellbeing with this situation.

You just smile at her caring nature, “If it does, then it hits me, and not you guys. Now go on.”

When Skye comes back, your smile is as wide as it can be.

You hug her so tight, “Welcome back, Skye.” You tell her in a soft voice.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

When you see her power, you are in awe, “Look at you!” She smiles and sends a wink.

She even pushes a bullet away that was coming for you.

Having to work again with Ward is difficult, but it’s a necessary evil. Just like your mother on the SHIELD board to argue Coulson’s case.

“Are you sure you have to go back?” You ask Skye when it’s her turn to do just that

“I wish I could bring you. I do, really. But they have a thing about outsiders”

“It’s ok. Go on, kiddo. Go be with your family.”

You know that she has her parents now, but it still hurts a bit that you might lose her.

“Hey, I’m not moving on, alright? I’ll still come back, and we can even team up! I’m not leaving you, Y/N.” She assures you.

Then it all goes to shit.

Everything happens quickly, but two team ups happen: Yourself and Skye/Daisy; you and your mother.

Now it’s you, Mack, and Daisy (Skye’s birth name) as partners

Daisy and you are almost completely in sync. She doesn’t even need to yell, “Duck!” anymore before using her powers.

You know each other so well.

Mack plays big brother and adores it when you both have that synchronisation. Makes him proud to be your partner.

Not that you don’t forget about him, you always include him in your fights and activities such as games.

You pass the controller to each other when someone dies in the game.

Late night game sessions and drinking buddies don’t go well.

Then Ward comes back and kidnapped you.

Oh, you bet your ass that Daisy is working day and night to find you.

You’re her best friend. And she nearly lost Simmons (her other best friend), so she’ll be damned if she’s going to lose you too.

May tries to pull her away but fails.

“Daisy, you need to take a break.”

“Not until we find, Y/N.”

“I’m worried about her too. But she can handle herself.”

“Not with Ward, though! I should’ve killed him!”

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. And that’s what May does.

When they find you, they burst through the doors, more pissed than they ever have been.

Ward isn’t there, but you are, and that’s what matters.

Now they’re super protective over you now. Not only them, but the whole team.

Ward does a number on you mentally.

Jemma is extra careful with your wounds and keeps assuring you that you are doing well.

Fitz makes you some sleeping pills to try and help and makes you coffee every morning.

Mack gives you more and more hugs every day.

May checks in on you more.

Daisy…. well.

Daisy stays with you as much as she can. Whether that be in the same room as you, talking to you or being silent, going on missions with you.

She has your back all the way.

Whenever you flinch, she’s quick to withdrawal and apologise.

Sure, she’s worried and misses the spark that you had. But it’ll either take time to come back or it’ll be different.

Whichever it is, she’ll adapt. You’re her sister and best friend.

Then a version of Ward comes back and takes Daisy away from you guys.

Now May is very concerned about you. She can tell this is all building up to something with you.

Despite being her daughter and Daisy joking that you are pretty much May but bubblier. You are human after all.

Whenever they get closer to Daisy, May keeps you away.

You want to help Daisy, but you also know that you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

You start doubting yourself. Starting spinning ideas of, “What if?”

The whole team notices a shift in you. You miss more, take more hits in fights, you’re acting reckless more and now that your father is gone too, you’re spiralling.

And May is genuinely afraid that she can’t stop it.

One day, she goes to find you, only to find you gone and a note left behind.

It reads: “Mom, I know that this isn’t enough. But I can’t with this life anymore. You told me you’d support me through whatever I wanted to do. And I don’t think SHIELD is this. I’m done watching people die, mom. I’m done losing friends. I’ll make contact at some point. Just, let me be for now? Love you always, Y/N. PS. Find Daisy.”

Then there’s nothing for almost a few months.

When Daisy comes back after being freed from Hive, she doesn’t see you and fears the worst, “Is she…?” She can’t get the words out.

May shakes her head, “No, she’s just gone. She left.”

Then Daisy is gone too after Lincoln. Now May has lost two out of her three daughters.

Daisy, however, manages to find out what you are doing.

And what is that, exactly? Smuggling Inhumans out.

She watches from afar with her little scope, making sure you’re ok and safe.

She’s just happy that you’re alive. But doesn’t dare go close.

As Coulson chases leads on Daisy, May does the same for you.

She has a file that becomes bigger and bigger as she slowly pieces together just where you are and what you are doing.

Then Fitz finds it, “What is this?” He asks.

“It’s everything I’ve found on Y/N since she left. She’s running a smuggling operation of Inhumans to get them out.”

Fitz just nods, promising to keep it safe.

However, May does find a burner phone on her bed the next day.

She keeps it in her back pocket.

Daisy comes back first, and May is delighted to have one of her two missing daughter’s back.

However, it’s when Mace calls herself and Daisy in that shit gets real with you.

“There’s a situation developing.” The two share a look, worry filling them up.

“There was a fight between SHIELD and the watchdogs, some Inhumans were killed. But Y/N got away. But we think we know where she’s going.”

(Episode 4x13 - BOOM) They both capture the Watchdogs and find that they have been hunting you for a while.

When Shockley is going on a rampage, he see’s you in the road.

“Well, hell. There she is, Y/N May.”

You started firing your pistol at him but doesn’t do much.

Your gun clicks, “Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll make this quick.”

Just as your life is about to end, he is stopped –

By Daisy Johnson.

She moves to your side, holding out a clip for you. You take it, loading it in.

“You don’t touch her.” She snarls at Shockley.

So, it’s just like old times. Even if it cuts it a little close.

When Fitzsimmons arrive, they activate the machine and stop him.

Now, it’s silence, as the three stares at you.

You’re here, you’re actually here. They’ve found you.

Daisy doesn’t talk, she just hugs you.

You are taken aback by the action. But, before you can do anything, Fitzsimmons join the hug too.

“Come on, Y/NN, let’s go home.” Daisy says, taking your hand and pulling your dazed form along with her as Fitzsimmons flank you.

When May see’s you, that silence returns. You both can’t really seem to believe that you are seeing the other.

Coulson approaches you and put’s a fatherly hand on your shoulder, “Welcome back, kiddo.”

You might be about to cry here, but that’s besides the point.

You approach your mother with caution, “Hey mom.” You say, trying and failing to keep your voice steady.

“You’re back?” She asks you.

“I don’t think a normal life is for me.” You say, chuckling a bit.

She hugs you, squeezing you tight.

Her baby is home.

It takes a bit of Tim getting settled back in with the gang. But they’re patient with you, even with everything going on.

Then the LMD secret comes out. Your mother wasn’t the one you hugged.

You find Jemma and Daisy in hiding, close to losing it once again.

Daisy, being more in control, calms you down and sits you next to Jemma. She goes to leave, only to you try and get up.

“No, Y/N, I need you to stay with Jemma.” She asks of you, before she leaves on her mission of holding the LMDs off.

You all get out, holding hands in the Jet.

Then you enter that world.

The world where your greatest mistake is fixed.

However, as Daisy finds, your still May’s daughter. However, something is different.

You’re a TA for Coulson at his school. You aren’t a SHIELD agent.

You have a normal life.

It’s jarring to you at first, but you sink into the role as if it’s natural.

Meanwhile, you see that you and May are a bit distant here in this life, but there’s still a parental-child dynamic.

Jemma finds you first, at the school.

Then you meet with Daisy and all hug, having found one another.

Then you’re all right back in the thick of it, this time with Ward as you knew him: Kind, loyal, genuine.

To make it worse, you’re then stuck.

The rest of it goes pretty much the way most things do for you guys: badly.

However, when Daisy is caught, she brings up the fact that she knows you and that you are in the resistance to May.

You’re phone then rings, but you don’t answer, too busy helping the civilians in the base.

Now May is worried in this world too.

She springs Daisy, all in an effort to find you.

When she see’s you, she’s surprised to see you.

You’ve been a bit estranged as of late in this life.

She sees you are helping people and being in a natural element.

She’s reminded of the little girl who she used to be so close too.

“Y/N.” You turn in surprise to see your mother.

“Hi Mom.” You say, not quite sure how to act.

“I’m guessing you sure the report on the news?”

“Yeah, you’re footage. You did good, Mom.”

Tears come to her eyes at your praise.

Daisy smiles as she see’s the interaction.

You meet her eyes as you and your mother hug, you mouth to her “Thank you.”

You all get out, but you can’t even celebrate as Space them comes around and grabs you all.

You, like Jemma, are taken as a maid/slave and deafened.

You’re just kind of numb to this world, bottling it up.

You’re used as leverage against Daisy. She wouldn’t act brash if it would get her sisters killed.

And that bet was right.

When you are escaping and go to the lift, you’re shocked when Daisy wants to stay. You want to go to her and stay with her but May stops you.

However, Coulson stops that before it can even happen, Icing Daisy.

While May understands the reasons for you wanting to be with your best friend, she’s now a bit on edge with you.

So, when you go back to present day, she makes sure to keep an eye on you more.

Daisy, meanwhile, is a bit more evasive. Always fining ways to not go on missions.

It all culminates in the fear dimension.

You’re fear has always been losing your family. So, as you leave your room, the lights flicker before coming back on.

It’s everyone, dead.

You scream as you see it.

However, while this is going on, Daisy is also being tortured by the Doctor side of Fitz.

When that ends, your screams are still being heard.

The team (minus Daisy and Fitz) rush to you and see what you’re looking at.

Jemma quickly runs to you and assures you it’s not real. It takes a moment before you go with her logic.

Then she drops it, “Daisy needs you.”

You’re still a bit angsty after your trip with fear. But you’re little sister needs you.

You enter the room and see her lying on her bed.

You sit at the foot of it, knowing that she wouldn’t want to talk.

You just sit there, hoping your presence would be enough.

May enters a bit later, sitting next to you and taking your hand in her own.

After this incident, Daisy is a lot bossier and pushier.

You don’t mind it at first, but you do clash at times.

Then Ruby dies.

Then Coulson.

Then Fitz.

Then you’re in space and looking for your brother and you both have time to fix the gap in your friendship.

“I’m sorry.” She says.

“You’re good –”

“No, I mean it, Y/NN. I shouldn’t have been like that.”

“Daisy…. you couldn’t help it. We process things differently. Yours was more external.”

“And yours? I heard about your fear.”

“…. I don’t know if I have yet.”

“Me neither.”

So, that’s what you both do when alone together. You try and help each other through the shit you’ve gone through.

You just sit together in a room, writing reports, or in silence and looking at space.

You remind each other that you aren’t alone.

That you both have family right here.

Daisy even tells you about the kiss between Coulson and May. You both share a laugh at the story.

Returning home and reuniting with your mom is a blessing. You both hugs.

She’s even smiling!

But then you find out that Phil Coulson has sort of returned. This time with no knowledge of who he is.

Kind of like a shadow of himself.

Daisy and you are both freaked by it. Your father figure has returned but has no knowledge of himself or you both.

Despite being the older sister, Daisy is the one who snapes to attention and pulls you away. Pulls you around the corner before your breathing picks up.

“What the fuck?” You ask.

“Y/N,” She keeps her voice soft, “I know that this is fucked up. I know, trust me. But we can get through this, ok? You and me against the world, right?” She holds a hand to you.

You grasp it with your own, “Us against the world.”

That mantra is a thing you keep repeating as the two of you go on the truck journey with Sarge (Coulson’s shadow) along with your mother.

You can tell May is rattled too, but she seems to hold hope that this can bring Coulson back.

You aren’t so sure. You and Daisy both share that.

But you go with it for your mother’s sanity.

Coulson was the closest you had to a father after Andrew’s death. So, you understood with the way May felt about him would make her think this way.

You are the one to talk to May when she shoots Sarge.

“Seriously, Mom?”

“I don’t – I don’t remember doing that, Y/N.”

“…. I believe you.”

Then Izel starts taking over people, your mother being one of her victims.

When it comes to sharing information that no one else would know, Daisy is the one who clears you.

“When Y/N was on the run, she made a little grave for Andrew. It held a little silver box.”

May looks at you with sadness, but you nod and confirm it.

You are with Daisy when you hear that May is down.

While Daisy s hurt and blaming herself, she immediately looks to you.

You just stare at the radio.

“Y/N…. hey. Hey, look at me.” You do, “We’ll get her back, ok? We’ll fix this.”

“She – She’s dead, Daisy. My mom’s dead!”

“Hey, no! She’s just down. I promise you; she’ll be ok.”

It’s enough to keep you going, but now you and Daisy are fuelled by one of the most powerful things on earth: Hate.

She uses her powers; you fire every bullet that you have.

When your mother returns, you see that she’s weakened. She looks like a corpse.

She falls, but you catch her.

“Mom, mom, mom. I got you, I got you.”

Dais kneels next to you but holds one of May’s hands as you stroke your mother’s hair.

“Y/N…I – I wanted it to be him.”

“I know.”

Your mother gives you a smile that communicates something she doesn’t have a strength to say: I’m so proud of you.

Then she closes her eyes.

She’s gone.

Melinda May is gone.

Your mother is gone.

You let out a sob as it fully hits you.

Then a different version of Jemma enters the room and puts May in a pod.

Well, tries, but you interfere.

“No! Don’t you touch her!”

“Y/N They need to –” Daisy tries to stop you. But it’s Jemma who does it.

“Y/N, May will be ok. The pod will keep her alive.” She assures you.

“It better.”

Now you’re back in time. For you guys, only a few minutes have passed.

Robot Coulson is here, and May will live.

Your family is back together. But you aren’t the same.

You’re still processing.

Just before you leave to go out, Daisy stops you.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to shut me out. It’s ok if you –”

“She died, Daisy! She died. And now she’s not. Coulson did, and now he’s here. I mean – I – I don’t.”

Daisy told you to stay on the Zephier. You did.

Then May woke up, as an empath who felt others’ emotions, but not her own.

She did, however, feel your familial love for herself and Daisy full on. Along with your conflicted feelings about her being back and alive.

However, it allowed her to be more in touch with you. As she could tell when you were lying.

That led to lots of looks from here that just told you that she knew.

It was nice though, like you guys were when you were younger.

When it all came to an end, May was a teacher, and you were her assistant.

You guys did the calls with the others.

Your family.

Sometimes, it would just be you and Daisy, catching up and having chats that lasted hours. May didn’t dare interrupt you then.

#daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson imagine #agents of shield imagine #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d imagine #agents of shield x reader

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justsassysworld · 4 years

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Grief Makes Bad Decisions

Grief Makes Bad (Or Maybe Not So Bad) Decisions

Beetlejuice x f!Reader

Word Count: 1823

“Gertrude, Eustace, I’m home!” you call, entering your house.

You're roommates are a lovely, but incredibly odd couple. They're ridiculously sweet, horribly in love, and over a hundred years dead.

Over a hundred and twenty years ago, they were killed by some random intruder, leaving them unable to move on from the place of their murder.

You were beyond freaked out the first time you saw them, the day after you moved into their old home. Apparently, most people don't see ghosts, but you are a strange and unusual type person. It took awhile to see past their bloody and gruesome appearances, but you've grown so used to them now that you don't even notice their bloody clothes and bullet wounds anymore.

A sense of wrongness overtakes you as you notice an envelope on an end table. It’s addressed to you.

Darling Y/N,

It has been lovely these past six months. You’re such a sweet girl who has been so good to us. We hope you will look back on your time with us with fondness, but our time has come.

We were obligated to spend one hundred and twenty five years in our home. Today marks the end of our purgatorial sentence. We had wanted to prepare you for our departure, but the exact date slipped our mind, and was upon us before we could act.

I am truly sorry we are unable to give a proper goodbye, and wish you nothing but happiness for your future. We will always appreciate the loving care and consideration you have shown us.

Wishing you a joyous and love filled life,

Eustace and Gertrude Mayford

Tears prickling your eyes, a sob wrenches from your chest. You hadn’t known them long, but you were closer to them than anyone.

The next few hours fly by as you process the loss. You find yourself seated on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand, an old flyer in the other.

You’d come across it less than a week after moving in. it was for something called a “bio-exorcist.” When you showed it to Gertrude, she rolled her eyes.

“He’s a conman. After he was caught tormenting a couple who had just died and the family that moved in after them, he was forbidden any contact with the living world for twenty years,” she looked quite annoyed, obviously not liking the man. “The sentence ended a few years ago and he’s been nothing but a nuisance ever since.”

Both Eustace and her had warned you off summoning him, even for fun, multiple times, but you’re feeling lonely, and the tiniest bit inebriated, and you need to talk to someone who might understand, at least someone who knows about the spirit world.

Steeling yourself, and sending an apology to your departed friends, you say, “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice,” as quickly as possible.

Seconds roll by, leaving you disappointed. Out of nowhere, the couch shudders and quakes, making you hold on for dear life. Your eyes squeeze shut until the ride comes to an end.

A maniacal laugh and a hand on your leg has your eyes snapping an eye open. You let out a startled scream, jumping up from your spot, wanting to get some space between you and the...man?

“Who-who the hell are you?” you stutter, logic refusing to make itself known.

He gives you a huge grin, mossy teeth glittering in the low light, “I’m the ghost with the most, babe.”

“So, you’re Beet-” you’re cut off, physically unable to finish.

Eyes wide, you take in his satisfied smirk and his wagging finger, letting you know he’s responsible. “Uh uh uh, babes. We won’t be using that name again tonight.”

You bolt up, pacing the floor. Experimentally, you try to speak, “So,” you sigh in relief. “You’re the...person the Mayfords warned me about? I was expecting someone scarier.”

“Scarier?” he looks at you like you’ve got two heads.

“Well, yeah,” you say, beyond blunt. Nerves making you lose all tact. “I mean, you’re hardly intimidating. You’re not that much taller than me, you’ve got a bit of a gut, and honestly, you’re more gross than scary.”

Your pacing is brought to a sudden halt by a shockingly strong pair of hands. He pushes until you’re pressed against a wall, his arms bracket your head, trapping you. Something odd grips your wrists and ankles, spreading you out before him.

You’re suddenly horribly aware of your lack of clothes, in just your pajamas, a paper thin tank top and tiny pair of shorts. His hands still by your head, he gives you a long look over, his gaze almost tactile.

Except it’s not just his gaze that’s touching you, he seems to have grown a third arm out of his chest, which is running down your body, from just south of your breasts to just north of your shorts.

“Well now, babes,’ he growls in your ear. “I could do anything I want to you, there ain’t a thing you can do to stop me. You still think you I’m not intimidating?”

Swallowing hard, you decide to press your luck. “Intimidating? Not really. Dominant and sexy? Fuck yeah.”

A coy smile crosses your lips as his jaw drops. As what you said sinks in, an evil grin splits his face.

“Oh, babycakes,” his lips are a hair's breadth from yours. “Game on.” His mouth crashes against yours; lips, teeth, and tongues battling for control.

Your fight is half hearted at best, wanting him to be in charge. Out of nowhere you’re released, falling into his waiting arms. He carries you to the couch, placing you how he wants you, naked at crouch level, clothes melting away.

You bite your lip, looking at him with fluttering lashes. “Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Juice.”

“Fuck yeah there is,” he purrs, fingers digging in your hair. “I want you to play with your pretty little pussy while I use your mouth as my own personal cock sleeve.”

You wrinkle your nose, about to remark on that comment, when he opens his pants, pulling out his cock. Tilting your head, you take it in.

It’s as pale as the rest of him, around average length, but really fucking girthy, perfect for sex, but it was going to be hell on your jaw. You’re up for the challenge.

Starting to lean forward, you’re surprised when he stops you. “Uh uh uh, I’m captain of this cruise.”

He pulls you up to kiss just under his belly button, before having you kiss your way to and down his shaft. At the head, he commands, “Lick it.”

You do, treating it like your favorite lollipop. Feeling mischievous, you manage to give it one quick suck before he pulls you away. “Naughty girl.”

He gives you a wink that you return.

The tease lasts much longer than you would have thought, his stamina shocking you. He reminds you that you’re supposed to be providing him with some visual stimulus, so you run your hand down to your aching clit.

Jas you start to pleasure yourself, he lets you take him in your mouth, slowly. Stroking in and out, more of a tease than anything. Every time you try to take him deeper, he pulls back or pulls you away.

You’re starting to get frustrated, when he starts to thrust, slow and easy, allowing you to get used to his girth.

“Two inside, babes,” he pants, confusing you until you realize what he wants.

Hand slipping lower, you slip your middle and ring fingers into your pussy, surprised at just how wet you are. Using your palm to keep pressure on your clit, you keep pace with him the best you can. As you both grow closer, your breathing turns into pants, moans, and groans.

“Cum for me,” he commands, a growl deepening his voice. “Cum all over your hand.”

Unable to resist, you do, thrashing and screaming around his thick pulsing cock. This triggers his own orgasm, sending a spray of surprisingly pleasant, viscous cum. You swallow every drop.

You try to lean back, but he stops you, flipping you over the back of the couch.

His hands caress your ass, occasionally dropping sharp slaps, making you gasp. One hand slips to feel just how wet you are.

“What a dirty girl.”

You feel his breath against your heated flesh, seconds before a ridiculously long tongue buries itself deep inside your core. It wiggles and worms, finding every crevice, every pleasurable nook you never knew you had. Trying to move, wanting more, he holds you tight, keeping you right where he wants you. Using his tongue and fingers he draws two more explosive climaxes from deep inside.

He then repositions you. Laying on your back, you catch your breath as he settles between your spread thighs.

You whimper, “BJ, I’m too sensitive.”

His grin is less than reassuring. He drapes himself over you, planting another lingering kiss on your lips, cock brushing against your screaming clit. “Good,” he growls, “I want you cummin’ all over my dick.”

You try to jerk away, body refusing anymore pleasure, but Beetlejuice is having none of it. He pins your arms above your head, starting to thrust into you. Grinding and twisting, he’s buried deep. Against your wishes, your legs wrap around his hips, drawing him tighter.

Nibbling your neck, he sets a breakneck pace. A blinding light over takes you as another screaming orgasm tears through you, then another, and another.

Finally, when it feels like you’re about to pass out, you feel his cum spurt deep inside, hearing him growl low as his teeth sink in your shoulder.

“Beetlejuice!”

Minutes pass, or hours, or maybe even days, as you regain your senses. You’re surprised to find yourself in your bed, even more to realize it’s not your body pillow you’re cuddling, but an actual body.

Looking up as much as your sore muscles will allow, anger shoots through you.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Hey, babes,” he grins down at you, cigar in one hand, glass of wine in the other. “Mornin’”

“Are you going to answer my question?”

“Yes.”

A minute passes, “Well?”

“I told you, ‘Yes,’ answering your question.” The glimmer in his eyes telling you he knows what you want, and he’s enjoying your frustration.

Taking a deep breath, you grind out, “Is there a reason you’re smoking a cigar in my very much non-smoking home? Also, what possessed you to pour yourself the last glass of my fifty dollar wine?”

He just gives you a shit eating grin, refusing to answer.

Shaking your head and sighing, you drop your head back on his chest, lacking the energy to argue.

“Goodnight, BJ.”

“Goodnight, roomie.”

You’re just about to drift back off, when your eyes snap open, “Roomie!?”

#keatlejuice #keatlejuice fic #keatlejuice smut #sassy writes #keatlejuice x reader #beetlejuice #beetlejuice smut #beetlejuice fic #beetlejuice x f!reader #fem!reader

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justnerdystuffs · 4 years

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King and Queen (part 1/2?)

Words: approx. 1.4 k

Warnings: Important character death, swearing, borderline smut

Chapter summary: When someone you thought wouldn’t be a problem threatens Rio, you save his ass. Things happen from there.

NB: This is my first time sharing writing that I’m actually happy with, so any and all feedback is welcome, but please be kind. This is not Beta read. Some of y’all won’t like who I’m killing, but then again, I’ve seen the things posted on this ship before I started writing.

A loaded gun really isn’t that heavy. It’s pointing and shooting it that’s difficult to manage. Like most women in this life, you learned that the hard way. This time around, you don’t think you’ll be having a problem. You promised you wouldn’t end up back here. You swore on his grave. Yet here you were, holding a gun to the head of an innocent woman, protecting the only things you held sacred. At least anymore. The gun she was holding clattered to the ground, likely form her surprise. The man at that was at the end of it looks absolutely shocked. You vaguely wonder how you’ll explain this to him. You wanted to cry. You wanted to cry so badly, to just let the pain work through you in painful sobs until you couldn’t breathe. That would have to wait. For now, you stilled your shaking hands, and ordered her to turn around. Her clearly dyed blonde hair swished as she did. You met her eyes. They were empty. She was a housewife, she had children. How very dare she have the nerve to risk them so she could live in excitement? How could she use them as a shield so she could pick and choose what she wanted to do? That’s not how this business worked. She should know by now. Did she think it would never catch up to her? How Rio had put up with this suburban bitch’s bullshit was beyond you. Did she think she’d be by his side as his girl, maybe even his Queen? The thought fills you with rage. You look into her eyes. “How did you think this would end?” You take in a deep breath and release it slowly, reminding yourself who she’s threatening. You pull the trigger.

The recoil would make you a bit sore later, but you’ll be just fine. The bullet hits it’s desired spot, in the middle of her frontal lobe. Drops of blood spray the floor around her. Some hit your face. They’re like warm water. Just slightly noticeable. You unclip the bullets, and throw them in a trash bag. Methodically, as you keep breathing steadily. The adrenaline and rage are still rushing through you in waves. The woman’s fallen to the floor, lying in a pathetic heap, bleeding all over the floor. Removing the blood will be a pain in the ass. Even more so from the nice coat you’re wearing. Hijo de puta. You glance at Rio. He’s got blood all over, too. “So, what’d you do to piss her off? Leave while she’s asleep?” He chuckles. That deep chuckle that screams trouble from miles away. You get a pack of paper tissues from your purse, and wrap a few around the gun before placing back into the purse. You offer a few to Rio. He walks towards you slowly, avoiding the dead body of his attempted killer. He takes it, and cleans the blood off his face as best he can.

“Why? Are you jealous of the suburban mom?” The very thought of him sleeping with her pisses you off to no end. So what if you are? It’s not like he cares anyway. For either of you. ”How could I be jealous of the dead woman that was just going to shoot you?” you lie smoothly. His eyes fill with something you don’t recognize. “You are, aren’t you, Loba?” Or at least you had thought so up until now. Damn him and his stupid voice, and his stupid meaningful nicknames. You were done with his games. You shake your head stubbornly, and his eyes change instantly. His entire demeanor does. His eyes are angry. There’s actual pain there, too, not the wet eyes from when he’s faking. Fuck. It broke your heart like always with him. “Just go, Christopher.” Instead of leaving you were intending for him to do, he walks closer to you. You take a step backwards, and he follows, backing you further away from the dead body.

He stalks toward you, and you keep backing up, unsure what he’s trying to do. You can’t hear someone entering, you’re too far gone with the blood rush in your ears, and your drumming heart. His eyes are filled with something else now, something you’ve never seen on his face before. His eyes are still angry, but they’re intense. They’re looking all over your face, like they’re looking for something. You don’t know what. His silence is getting to you. Your heart is in your throat. Then it strikes you. Through your hazy mind you realize you’ve just lied to him, and about being fucking jealous of all things. And he knows that. Shit. “I’ve got nothing to be jealous over.” He smirks. You just faked confidence to lie in his face, and he fucking has the nerve to smirk. That goddamn head tilt sends your mind down a very different path. His eyes are still on you, reading you, measuring you, while he’s taking step by step closer, and you’re matching his pace. He cages you against the wall, pushing into your personal space. His right hand is on your hip, gripping it so hard you know you’ll have bruises. The other is holding your chin firmly in his grasp, forcing you to look into his eyes. They’re nearly all black, and fixated on your own. The coldness of his ring is freezing on your face, and you know he knows. The heat from his body so close to yours is overwhelming in the best way possible, sending any hint of control you may have had flying. You can almost feel the hard muscles under his own jacket with him crowding you like this. In a last ditch effort to control yourself and not ruin everything you’ve been building, you try to free your head, but he’s not budging. “Why do you want to get away from me, mama?” His voice is strained, like he’s holding himself back. You can’t tell if he wants to cut you or kiss you. You’re almost daring to hope for the latter.

His hand leaves your chin to your cheeks, still holding you in place, but with less force. Damn it. You push free of his hand, latching yours around his neck, locking him to you. You don’t give yourself time to hesitate, you press your lips harshly to his. They’re soft, warm and dry. The grunt that escapes him tells you he wasn’t expecting that. Not giving you the chance to pull back, he pulls you entirely to him, kissing you back with equal fervor. It’s not soft or gentle. It’s not loving and careful. It’s aggressive, both of you fighting for control, tongues clashing and desperation seeping through. Eventually you let him take charge. It’s hot and dirty, as his tongue explores your mouth, and he pushes you back against the wall, your hands running over his shoulders and back, clawing at him, trying to get closer. He pulls back, catching his breath, and you take the opportunity to kiss down his jaw, tracing his tattoo, alternating between kissing and sucking red marks into his skin. The low groan he makes vibrates through his neck, and you feel it as you move back up to his face, when you kiss, and he returns your assault on his neck with a vengeance. Your chest is heaving as he leaves hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw, jugular and collarbone. You let out a sound that’s half moan, half whimper, as he sucks a mark into the sensitive skin in the crook of your neck, and your eyes slip shut. You yank him up to your face and kiss him hard again. You lean your head back on the cold wall as you try to get back control of your basic bodily functions. You know, like breathing. That man is one hell of a kisser, that’s for sure.

When you open your eyes to meet Rio’s, he’s got a raised eyebrow, cocky smirk firmly on his lips. That’s when you hear the telltale sound of a gun being loaded. Dammit. Before you know what you’re doing, you’ve pushed past Rio and you’re sheltering his body with yours.

#rio x reader #rio good girls #good girls fanfiction #manny montana #tw muder

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buckyscrystalqueen · 4 years

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The Resistant Omega: Part 1

Pairings: Omega!Mickey Milkovich x Male Alpha!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut.

Word Count: 2,513

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There was no way in hell that anyone that didn’t live there could describe life in the South-Side of Chicago. Sheer chaos, destruction, and the inability to care from anyone that should except in situations where they shouldn’t. The system was ass backwards and rigged from the jump- but you made due, just like everyone else did. You just happened to do it a hell of a lot better than some; clawing and killing to become top Alpha in the dirty streets, leaving bullets and body parts in your wake without batting an eye.

The day you officially met Mickey Milkovich, you weren’t actually expecting to have a good day. Your electric had been cut off for ‘lack of payment’ in the middle of a damn heat wave, even though you had personally paid it in cash a week before it was due like you always did. Once they realized it was their (purposeful) mistake, the power company refused to come back out until the following week due to ‘lack of personnel in your neighborhood’. Which is why you found yourself, sitting on your porch, chain smoking cigarettes, when Mickey came tearing around the corner.

You could instantly smell the fear pouring out of your Omega; a classification he had obviously been hiding since he presented by the God awful stench of the suppressants that didn’t mask anything to you. Your head tilted to the side for a moment because you did recognize the man from the neighborhood, but not his scent; a mix of some kind of woods mixed with something else you couldn’t put your finger on. You whistled through your teeth and gestured behind you with a single bob of your head before grabbing your pack of cigarettes and pulling another one out. Mickey quickly vaulted over your fence and ran up the stairs past you and you couldn’t miss the way he stumbled across the threshold when he was enveloped by your scent as the door closed behind you.

“Hey… oh, shit.” One of the Alpha guys that had been chasing the Omega shouted as he rounded the corner and realized who he was talking to. “Hey guy, you seen which way that fucker went?” Without a word, you lifted your left hand and swept two fingers to the right, telling them that their target had continued on. “Thanks man.” With a single bob of your eyebrows, you took a long drag of your cigarette and picked up the ever present hand gun that was beside you.

“They’re gone.” You growled as you ashed your cigarette on the partially rotted wood steps. Your front door creeped open behind you, but you didn’t hear anyone moving to leave.

“I can’t…” He almost choked as strange waves of pheromones poured from your home. With a heavy sigh, you grabbed your smokes, and headed into the hot house.

“How long you been on those fucking suppressants, kid?” Mickey looked up at you as you shut, and locked your front door.

“Wha… what fucking suppressants?”

“The fucking suppressants that have you dropping to your Goddamn knees because you’re in your Alpha’s house, but instead of giving off the heavenly scent of pine, and cedar, which is what I fucking expect you to smell like, you smell like a chemical waste plant… here. Take these.”

“Fuck you!” He barked as he hit the bottle of stabilizer pills in the air, sending them flying across your living room. “I ain’t no fucking faggot!”

“Never fucking said you were.” You said, dismissively as you sat down on your couch, and adjusted your swelling length in your jeans. “Just trying to fucking help.”

“Yea, well I don’t need your fucking help.” You exhaled your breath and nodded as you laid your head back on the back of the couch because it was way to hot for you to do much more than that.

“Good to know.” You rolled your head and looked over at the wrecked Omega on your floor, who was desperately fighting his natural instincts as his heat started to burn out the cheap suppressants he had to have been picking up off the streets from someone other than your guys. “You can get the fuck outta my fucking house then.” Mickey almost instantly whined and balled up his jeans in his fists, but he didn’t stand up or move from the spot he was kneeling on the wood floor. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, whether from your lack of AC, or his genetics, you weren’t sure, but what you did know, was this little Alpha wannabe was going to fight his true nature.

“Omega!” You barked, making his head whip toward you. “Come here or leave.” He shook his head and started to rock in place as he knuckles turned white. With a roll of your eye, you butt out your cigarette and got up to remove him from your home before you did something you couldn’t come back from. “Let’s go.” You growled as you grabbed him by the arm and yanked him to his feet because while he was only a couple inches shorter than you height, you had at least sixty pounds of solid muscle on him. “Move your fucking feet Milkovich, I don’t have the time or the fucking patience for this bullshit today.” He put the breaks on instantly and shook his head when you pulled your front door open the slightest bit. You could smell a slightly chemical tainted slick start to drip down his legs, so you paused for a moment to see what your next step was going to be.

“Just…” He growled as he looked down in shame. You cocked your eyebrow, and waited for him to continue as he looked up at you through his lashes. “Don’t… make me fucking say it.”

“You can either fucking say it, or you can get the fuck out at the start of your first heat in who the fuck knows how long. I don’t fucking care either way. But one fucking way or another, you need to fucking accept the fact that you’re a Goddamn Omega and accept the fact that whether you fucking think you are or not, you’re gay or you can get thrown to the fucking wolves. I’m not fucking here for the fucking games…”

“Can you just…” He shouted as he ripped away from you but pushed your front door closed. He searched your eyes for a moment before he looked down at your nearly throbbing length. “Fuck… I need that…”

“Good choice.” You said with a smirk as you turned the lock once more and pushed him up against the wall. You gave him zero option to fight it and simply captured his lips with yours. He let out a small whine as you slid your hands down his sides to his ass. He became putty in your palms as you lifted him up, and headed up the stairs toward your second story bedroom. Mickey clawed at your back, which was currently only covered by a single wife beater, and leaned down to lick the sweat off your throat across your scent gland.

“Look at you.” You cooed as you kneeled down on the bed and laid him down on the pile of blankets you typically just pushed off you in the mornings. “Just opening up like a good little Omega.”

“Don’t…” He tried as he turned to look away. You growled and nipped his throat harshly before you, too, licked across his scent gland, purposely marking him as your own.

“You don’t make the rules here.” You growled as you sat back between his thighs and pulled off your shirt. “You’re in my fucking bed, you want my fucking knot, you play by my fucking rules, you understand me?” You could see the look of defiance on his face as you ripped open his sleeveless dress shirt, and an almost evil smirk spread across your face. “I know who you think you are, Milkovich; some hard ass, punk.” He looked up at you angrily as you undid his belt and popped the button on his jeans. “But I will promise you one thing…” You yanked his pants down and slid down the bed to his hips. “You abso-fucking-lutely will come back here again.”

“Unfffffuuuucckk….” He groaned as you easily took his length down your throat. His hips arched up for more as you pulled his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, but you weren’t even close to ready to give him what he wanted. Your calloused hands slid up his legs until you hit his knees, which you used as leverage to bend him to prop him up for better access. You could almost hear his brain short circuit as you licked through his slick and across his puckered hole, something you could tell he had never had done before just by the way he tried desperately to reach your head to keep you there.

“You ever been taken care of like this before, Omega?” You asked as you looked up at him from between his legs. You hummed and pointed your tongue to get even deeper before replacing it with your middle finger.

“Holy fuck… oh, holy fuck.”

“Oh, I know.” You said before adding your tongue to open him up for you. Your own cock grew painfully tight in your jeans with every little whimper he made, and you reached down to remove your clothes with your non dominant hand.

“Holy shit.” Mickey gasped when he watched your length fall free of its confines. He tightened around your finger in fear, and you quickly sat up and shook your head.

“Look at me.” You cooed as gently as you could as you continued to thrust your finger in his ass at a steady pace. “Just relax. Breathe, little Omega. Let me in. It’ll be painless, I swear, but you can’t tense up.” You wrapped your hand around his cock and brushed your thumb across the tip, which made a wave of slick seep out onto your fingers. You pulled out your middle finger and carefully switched it for your pinkie and your ring finger at the same time you bent down to lick a long stripe across his balls and up his length.

“Alpha…” He panted as you sucked him down your throat. You hummed and nodded your head as his breathing got more and more shallow and his body started to tense and quake. “Alpha, fuck! I uhnnnnn…” You hummed again and took him all the way down your throat as he came. You swallowed every drop, which was not a new concept to you since you didn’t give a shit who was in your bed at the end of the day, and sat up to look down at the wrecked man in your bed. “Fuck… me…” You smirked and started to separate your fingers to stretch him out.

“Don’t worry, baby boy. I’m not even remotely fucking close to being done with you.”

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You were quite surprised how much stamina Mickey had, but by three AM, he was finally fucked into a coma and spread out across the bed beside you. You left him in bed and headed down stairs to roll yourself a joint, when someone started to pound on your front door. You grabbed your gun off the coffee table and cocked it before opening the front door that was thankfully lit by the streetlight on the corner.

“You better have a good fucking reason why you’re banging on my fucking door at this hour.” You glared at the thug who took a step back and jut his chin out at you.

“Sup. Heard you were the man to see about some bars?”

“Fucking heard wrong, mother fucker.” You snapped back quickly. “Suggest you fuck off now for I let the damn dogs out.”

“Hey man, it’s cool.” He said as he held up his hands. “I got the cash. I ain’t lookin’ to…” Before he could even finish, you grabbed him by the throat, and slammed him into your door frame as your mind skipped right past you getting busted by a possible rat to the Omega upstairs getting tossed in the hole by a possible rat.

“I don’t know who you fucking think you are but I don’t have any fucking idea what the fucking fuck you are going on about. You wanna give me free fucking cash, go right on ahead. But I don’t have fucking shit for you to buy unless you want some day fucking old banana bread. Now, you show up on my fucking block again and I will put a mother fucking bullet in your thick fucking skull and maybe that will get my fucking point across. Have I made myself crystal fucking clear?” He tried to choke out an answer but no sound came out. You startled when you heard the cock of your rifle behind you before the barrel appeared over your shoulder.

“He asked you a fucking question, mother fucker.” Mickey growled. “Fucking answer him.”

“Yes!” The guy choked before bursting into a fit of coughs when he fell to your porch. Mickey took a step around you, and kicked the guy down the stairs before closing the door and heading into the living room.

“Smokes?”

“Well look who’s still capable of walking.” You teased as you picked up a half full pack from the table and tossed it at him.

“Fuck you.”

“I did.” You reminded him as you grabbed a hollowed out Bible off your book shelf and flipped on a battery powered lantern.

“Yea, one desperate time.”

“Why do you fucking hate yourself so damn much?” You glanced over at him as he shook his head and scoffed. “Fucking Christ, someone did a real fucking number on you.”

“No one did a fucking number on me…”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” You reacted without thinking and pinned him down to the couch before he could even register you moved. He naturally arched into you and let out a barely audible whine, and you nodded your head.

“Yea.” You said with a nod as you sat up again and went back to rolling a joint. “Front doors unlocked. You wanna keep acting like a mother fucking homophobe, you can get the fuck out. Good luck on dealing with your mixed identity crisis and double up on your shit suppressants to kill your heat.” He managed to catch you off guard when he punched you in the jaw, but he quickly backed away from you when you pointed your hand gun at his cock. “Wanna try that again?”

“Fuck you!” He snapped as he turned and stormed out of your house. You sighed and shook your head as you set your gun back down and finished rolling your joint. Once you had sparked it up, you got up with a heavy sigh, locked up, and headed up to bed for the night.

Part 2

#Omega!Mickey Milkovich x Male Alpha!Reader #Mickey Milkovich x Male Reader #Mickey Milkovich x Reader #Omega!Mickey x Alpha!Reader #The Resistant Omega

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years

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Instead of Eagle Flies, reader is the one who gets shot and Arthur tells her this, “ Don’t die on me– Please. ” After killing Cornwall. Reader survives though but isn't allowed to fight with the boys for awhile.

Okay this one made me mad because of the ending. Why couldn’t we see this ending in the game?! Rockstar, you robbed us!

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Warnings: blood, violence, swearing (but Tuberculosis? What’s that?)

Hell. That’s where you’re at right now. You’re running along a boardwalk over the black, flaming ground, accompanied by Sadie Adler. She’s closely followed by Arthur Morgan and you three run along the path, closer to the main building of the oil factory. Up ahead are at least a dozen men, factory workers and army men, shooting at you. The three of you return fire. Mixed among them are a few members of your gang and some Wapiti warriors.

The three of you finally leave the boardwalk and land on solid ground. Out of a door on the right, the Wapiti chief’s son Eagle Flies gets pinned by an army soldier. Arthur shoots him, giving Eagle Flies the chance to throw the dying man off.

“Arthur! You came!” he says. It’s clear by his voice he’s relieved.

“Course. Now come on, we ain’t outta the woods yet,” Arthur replies.

You’re given about five seconds before a new wave of army men rounds the corner and begins shooting. As they’re taken down, Sadie screams.

“Move up!”

You and the others do now that you’re joined by Charles, Javier, Bill, John and Dutch. You make your way up towards the tracks where a train sits, always keeping an eye on Arthur. Of course, you’re worried about everyone’s survival. Despite how bad things have gotten in the gang, they’re still your family. Arthur’s as strong as ever, but he’s still just a man and you know from experience how easily a man can die when hit with a bullet. You can’t afford to lose him to one. He is your husband, after all.

As the gang gets closer to the train, a door on one of the boxcars slides open. More army soldiers hop out firing, and then a gatling gun comes into view. A man grabs the handles and begins firing. You and the others take cover as quickly as you can, but you see two Wapiti warriors fall.

“Arthur!” you scream over the roar of the gun. “Take him out!”

Arthur hears you and nods, aiming around the corner of the building he’s hiding behind. Being the best shot, he’s the best chance of killing this bastard. You fire at the soldier handling the gun, successfully attracting his attention to you. It only takes a second before you see the telltale ribbon of blood fly into the air and the silence of the gun to know Arthur’s done the job. You let out your breath and continue on with the others, advancing upon the factory.

This whole thing is a nightmare. You understand Eagle Flies’s fury behind this attack, but why the hell aren’t you and the others turning around and running away now that you know he’s alive and capable of doing so? Dutch keeps encouraging everyone to go on, to secure this place. You’ve no doubt he’s got some ulterior motive behind this whole thing. Why wouldn’t he? This whole time, he’s been stringing the Indians along, using their feud with the army for his own gain, and he’s made things twice as bad in the process. You’ve gotten extremely infuriated with his behavior in the past few weeks. The only reason you and Arthur have stayed so long is because you want to get as many out alive as you can.

The gang’s in the main area just around the oil factory within the fences, taking down more of the army. Eagle Flies and Paytah run past you, taking down three soldiers with their bows and arrows. You see Arthur kneel down and shoot a man in the neck. Just as you’re aiming at another man, you get knocked onto the ground by something heavy.

“Y/N!” you hear Arthur scream as you struggle against the thing holding you down. Turning around, you see it’s a soldier who tackled you. He’s got you pinned in such a way you can’t pull your pistol or knife out to get him off you. He grits his teeth and points a revolver at your face, clicking the hammer down.

Suddenly the man’s thrown off you. Arthur’s picked him up by the collar and shoves his long knife into the man’s belly. He gurgles and collapses next to you. Arthur takes your hand and lifts you up. Despite being surrounded by gunfire, he checks to see you’re okay. You fend him off quickly and return to the fight.

After a few more moments, the last few soldiers left standing flee into the hills and forests surrounding the factory. Dutch calls to everyone, making sure the gang’s alright. Surprisingly, no one was killed. The same cannot be said for the Wapiti, who have suffered heavy losses from this attack. You feel a surge of sorrow as Eagle Flies and Paytah wander, checking on the bodies of those who had been their friends, seeing if any of them lived.

Dutch calls Arthur to his side and the two go into the building to retrieve railroad bonds. So that’s why Dutch pursued for so long. Of course he didn’t give a damn about the Indians. He merely used their attack as an excuse to steal the bonds. You feel a sharp flood of anger towards him and you go into the factory, wanting to give him a piece of your mind.

You get into the building and find yourself alone. You’re not entirely sure where Arthur and Dutch went, but you see, out the large open door leading to the train tracks, more army soldiers approaching. Leading them is a familiar figure: Colonel Favours, the piece of shit spear-heading the movement and violence against the Wapiti.

You start firing at the squad approaching you, but they fire back, forcing you to take cover behind some crates. They quickly advance and start going past you and into the factory. You’re worried, Arthur’s still in there. You just hope he and Dutch heard the gunshots and know to get out quickly.

You hear them rushing past inside the factory and then something loud bursts and hisses, followed by Arthur’s yell.

“Dutch!” you hear him scream. By his voice, you instantly know he’s in trouble. You shoot the last man you’ve been fighting with and run inside to find a soldier’s pinned Arthur to the ground. Dutch is nowhere to be seen. You quickly shoot the soldier and rush over to help Arthur up.

Just as you reach him, you hear footsteps behind you. When you turn, you feel something slap you hard against the face and then a blinding pain in your abdomen. It knocks you off your feet and Arthur screams your name.

You look up and see Colonel Favours standing above you, his gun pointed at your head. Just as he’s about to pull the trigger, his temple explodes in a cloud of blood, the air wrenched by the shot of a gun. He collapses near your feet and you clutch a hand over the spot on your abdomen that feels like it’s been set on fire. Pulling your hand away, you see it covered in blood.

“Oh Goddamnit, Y/N!” Arthur growls as he runs over to your side and looks at your wound. Your breathing is sharp and fast. You’re scared. You’ve been shot before, but it was in your upper arm and far from lethal. This is different. You know how quickly people can die from a gunshot to the gut.

“Arthur!” you whimper.

“Shhh, shhhh, I got ya,” he says. He picks you up slowly, apologizing over and over again as you cry out in pain. He carries you towards the door bridal style.

“That was damn stupid, sweetheart,” he grunts. “You shouldn’t have done that!”

“I couldn’t let him kill you,” you say, tears leaking from your eyes.

He rushes to the door and kicks it open, stepping out onto the platform. On the ground, Dutch and the others are mounting up. Arthur grits his teeth and glares at Dutch.

“You. You walked away!”

“I did no such thing,” Dutch says.

Arthur is about to argue, but Charles rushes over. “Shot’s bad, Arthur. We need to get her somewhere and yank that bullet out.”

Dutch hollers at the others to return to camp, but Charles, John and Sadie stay behind with Arthur, who’s still holding you. Eagle Flies runs over.

“Bring her to my father, Arthur. We must move quickly.”

By this point, the shock is beginning to set in. Your heart’s pumping hard and you’re starting to shiver. Arthur sets you down on your feet and strips off his coat, draping it over you. He calls his horse over and he and Charles lift you into the saddle. You cry out in pain and Arthur apologizes again. He gets in the saddle behind you.

The group begins riding towards Wapiti. You try focusing on the conversation they’re having, anything in order to ignore the pain from your wound. You try to stay calm, knowing that the more you panic, the quicker you’ll bleed out.

Arthur keeps a firm grip on you while directing his horse. He mutters in your ear to hold on.

“I don’t want any of the money from those bonds,” Charles says. “Too much blood on them.”

“I agree. Eagle Flies, I’m sorry about this. About all this. Dutch used you just like he used the rest of us. We’re nothin’ but angry pawns in his game.”

Eagle Flies thanks Arthur for all his help, despite how things ended. “I’m just sorry it was Y/N to pay the ultimate price.”

Arthur becomes furious at this. “Dutch had a chance to get me out. He saw I was in trouble and he walked away. If Y/N hadn’t been there, I’d be dead now!”

“That seems to be what he does now,” John says. “No one matters anymore, everyone’s expendable.”

“Let’s just get her there quickly, she ain’t got much time left,” Sadie says from the back.

Arthur kicks his horse into a faster gallop, despite it causing more pain. Arthur whispers in your ear again, begging you to stay with him. You grip his hand as hard as you can, but he doesn’t like how weak it is.

The horses slow to a trot as they enter the tribe. Many of the members stop and stare hard at you and the intruders, but then their eyes soften when they see Eagle Flies and Paytah. Eagle Flies dismounts his horse and rushes to his father’s tipi. Rains Fall comes out as Arthur dismounts and pulls you into his arms. At this point, you don’t have much energy left to even groan in pain.

“Bring her inside. We will do what we can,” Rains Fall says to Arthur.

You’re carried into the tipi and set down near the fire. Another man enters the tent, one you’ve seen in the tribe during your previous visits, but never met. He’s introduced as Snow Owl. He inspects you quickly.

“The bullet must be removed immediately.” He has in his hand a small sack of tools. He pulls out a pair of thin tongs and holds them above the fire, sterilizing them. He removes them and waits for them to cool.

Charles says that he wants to help the Wapiti begin moving as it will likely only be hours before the army comes here to retaliate for the earlier attack. Sadie stays by your side and Arthur holds your hand still.

“Arthur, will you come with me to camp?” John says. “I want to get Jack and Abigail. Think our time with the gang is done.”

Arthur sighs. He doesn’t want to leave you now but he’s so enraged by what Dutch did he wants to tell him exactly what he thinks about him. “Sure. Best be quick though.”

“Arthur?” you whimper, your voice weak.

He leans down and kisses you softly. “I’ll be back before you know it, darlin’. Just… don’t die on me. Please. I need ya.” He kisses your head, cupping your cheek. You want to beg him to stay with you, that you’re scared, but you’re so weak you can’t get the words out. Arthur gets up and heads out with John. You want to cry.

Snow Owl inspects the tongs and deems them cool enough to use on you. He instructs Sadie and Eagle Flies to hold you down. Sadie grabs your legs while Eagle Flies pins your shoulders down. Your heart begins to beat fast as Snow Owl gently pulls your shirt and the hem of your chemise out from under your pants and lifts them enough to see your wound.

Despite your fear of the pain you’re about to be in, you hear a soft song being sung by Rains Fall. There are no words, just a tune, but you feel oddly comforted. Until Snow Owl dips the tongs down and goes into your wound. Your eyes widen, your vision sparking and your entire body’s on fire. A guttural scream forces its way out of your throat and you start to cringe your body, trying to get away from the pain. You’re writhing so much that Paytah has to jump in and help hold you down.

The pain’s too much, your vision begins fogging. You feel something tugging at your abdomen and look down, the pain becoming less. Snow Owl is holding up the tongs, a bullet held in between them. You take in a deep breath and then you're pulled into a world of darkness.

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You’ve no idea what time it is, if it’s night or day, or how long it’s been since you were shot. Your senses slowly begin waking up. First is your hearing, you hear the crackling of a fire, the soft sound of someone breathing. It sounds familiar. Next is your smell detecting the hint of pine and leather. It smells comforting, like home. Last to return is touch. You’re lying in a slightly elevated position, your neck and head propped up on something soft and warm. Something gently strokes across your forehead in a repetitive motion. There’s a dull but constant ache in your belly.

The memories of everything that’s happened come back. You recall watching Arthur, struggling beneath a soldier until you shot him, which resulted in you getting shot too. You remember the painful ride to Wapiti and Arthur leaving you at the moment when you wanted him there the most.

You take in a deep breath, and the thing rubbing your forehead moves down to your cheek. Your eyes begin to open and the first thing you see is Arthur looking down at you, a soft smile on his lips. He sighs in relief.

“Hey, sweetheart. You’re okay.”

You find your head’s in his lap and the thing rubbing your forehead is his thumb. You smile back in return and try lifting your hand to grab his, but it feels like your arm’s made out of metal and is now too heavy for you to lift.

Arthur asks if you’re thirsty and you nod. He gently lifts you up into a sitting position and pulls you into his lap. You settle into his chest, ignoring the burn in your abdomen. You’re shivering a little, feeling cold. Arthur rustles through his satchel and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. He uncorks it and helps you have a few sips. When you’re done, he notices how you’re shaking. He grabs his dark green shotgun coat and drapes it over you. Between the coat and his body, you quickly warm up. He kisses your head softly.

“You in a lot of pain, sweetheart?”

“It’s not horrible,” you mumble into his shirt. His arms fold tighter around you. “When… when are we going back to the gang?”

You’re surprised you’re not back in Beaver Hollow now, and that you can’t hear the squawking of Grimshaw now. All you can hear is the fire and birds singing outside the tent. Sure, you and Arthur had discussed potentially leaving the gang when things started to get really bad, but it just hadn’t happened.

“We’re, uh, we’re not, sweetheart. John and I got Abigail and Jack and I told Dutch that I’m done giving him everything and getting nothing in return. He almost made me lose you. I’ve lost a lot of things because of this life, but I won’t lose you. Not if I can help it.”

He settles a hand over your head and you manage to drape an arm around his waist. “Good. I was starting to think we wouldn’t get out alive with how things were getting.”

“That was my thought too, and I ain’t willin’ to risk my life no more for the spoutings of a mad man. Not anymore.”

You sigh, nuzzling into his chest. With his scent flooding into your nose, the whiskey in your belly and the warmth of his body, it doesn’t take long to fall asleep again.

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Over the next few weeks, Arthur keeps an extremely protective watch over you. The first week was tough since you really couldn’t move much, but you needed to be moved to a more secure place. Arthur and John had their belongings from the gang, but you were all essentially living in tents. It wasn’t an ideal environment for Jack and Abigail wanted a proper home for her family. Sadie was willing to go anywhere with your group, and Charles had stayed to help the Wapiti.

Eventually John stumbled upon a cabin large enough to house at least you, Arthur and his family. Sadie was happy to camp outside for the time being, so you were moved there.

Arthur was extremely protective of you. Of course, he’s always been but it’s tripled in your condition. He confines you as much as he can to the bed you share on the ground level of the cabin (John, Abigail and Jack sleep in a bed in the loft). You quickly grow tired of it and Arthur relents to letting you go sit outside by the fire, but never leaving sight of the cabin.

You can tell he’s struggling with the sudden change of your lifestyle. It’s been a long time since he didn’t have to worry about jobs to do. Of course, he and John take a few risks to go and rob in order to get the money they’ve lost. It makes Abigail furious as she knows the best way to properly leave the gang is to get a new lifestyle.

It weighs heavy on all your minds that Dutch and Micah could very well come looking for you all. It sounds like they put up quite a fight when John and Arthur announced they were leaving. Dutch always said the gang wasn’t like a prison camp, that anyone was free to leave when they wanted to, but he took John and Arthur’s leaving as personal. Arthur retorted that Dutch denying he left Arthur to die was personal, which only made him more angry and more determined to keep his boys in the gang.

Fear that the remaining members of the gang will find you forces your group to abandon the cabin and continue heading west in search of a safer place to live. The Pinkertons are no longer a threat as their main target is Dutch and they know he’s in the east. Arthur didn’t want to move you, fearing you’re not strong enough, but Abigail was determined to keep moving, wanting to keep her boy safe. You convinced Arthur you could ride to a new location, that you were strong enough and he finally relented, though he was almost a pest with how much he tried to make sure you weren’t in any pain.

It’s been weeks now since you left the gang and you’re mostly healed. You and Arthur live alone in a cabin just east of Strawberry and north of the Upper Montana River. The house sits on a slight ridge, which gives your backyard a stunning view of the river and Great Plains beyond.

John, Abigail and Jack no longer accompany you. It was decided a few weeks back that you’d be harder to track by lawmen and Dutch if you separated. Sadie went her own separate way as well, stating she might try her hand at bounty hunting. Those goodbyes were the worst in your life and you miss them all dearly, but you’re not unhappy.

You and Arthur are building a good life out here in this cabin. He happily gave up life as an outlaw, working as a rancher. He sells his drawings on the side and makes surprisingly good money with them. You take up writing as a hobby and get a job in Strawberry working in the post office. You and Arthur make enough money to live a comfortable life.

Occasionally you receive word from John or Sadie, who both promised to keep in touch (under aliases of course). About a year after abandoning the gang, John sends word that Abigail left him and, in order to try and win her back, he bought a plot of land called Beecher’s Hope.

“Don’t know why John would want that piece of garbage,” Arthur said. “Nothin’ but dirt and dead grass.”

John’s letter went on to say that he and Sadie were doing some bounty hunting work in order to pay for the land (in a legal fashion) and asked if you and Arthur would be interested in helping him to build a house. You were, so you headed on down to help John put his house up and it turned out he had Uncle and Charles with him.

You stand now near the campfire on Beecher’s Hope. The house is partially built, at least the exterior structure is up. It’s night and no one is working now. Uncle is showing Charles some dancing moves, which he doesn’t seem to appreciate. John and Arthur watch, drinking beer. You walk up to Arthur and loop your arm through his, leaning your head on his arm. He winds his arm behind you and kisses your head.

You’re hoping all this effort on John’s part will get him his family back. Otherwise all this work and time will be for nothing, but you still have had a great time. It’s been nice to reunite with so many old friends. You wish you could bump into the other girls, even old Grimshaw.

Of Dutch and Micah, you have heard little. A few months after fleeing the gang, you heard rumors they headed north, got trapped by Pinkertons and then disappeared. There’s been some speculation they may have headed back down this way, but you’ve heard nothing substantial. Even so, they’re likely any worry to you.

You look up into the star-speckled sky. You’re content in this moment. You’ve never loved Arthur more than you do now and you’ve never been this happy. Of all the things you suffered through with living in the gang, you’d happily do them all over again if you knew they’d wind up here.

#rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female #awkward asks

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tobinputaringonit · 4 years

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Will you write a lil scene where Lexa gets hurt during a game with Clarke watching in the stands?

The arena is quiet as she walks down through the stands to get to the front wall. She basks in the near silence for a moment, knowing it will be gone in a few hours as the fans scream and cheer for their favorite team. Her eyes are drawn to the field as she descends the steps, watching intently as the team does some light drills.

Her eyes fall to the number 14 as she gracefully catches a ball on her foot, controlling it in front of her before she chips it over the goalies head and into the goal. The team cheers around her as the goalie drops to her knees. Her girlfriend turns around with a smug grin and a glint of mischief in her eyes.

Clarke cups her hands over her mouth and cheers, gaining the soccer players attention. With a bright smile, Lexa picks up her pace and jogs right past the teams line and straight to the stadium wall that separates the seats from the field.

“That was sexy.” Clarke says with a smirk as her girlfriend pulls herself up on the wall. Lexa shimmies her body up and sits sideways on the edge, letting her feet dangle. She presses two sweet kisses to her girlfriend’s lips and smiles softly. “Am I going to see that again later today?”

“I will try my best.” Lexa answers with a chuckle. “No promises though, Endler is a beast and one hell of a goalie.”

“Nuh uh.” Clarke says with a shake of her head. “That’s not what I want to hear, try again babe.” Lexa rolls her eyes with a fond smile.

“Yes, Clarke, my love. I promise to score a sexy goal just like that later today… better?”

“Much.” She leans forward and kisses the soccer player, savoring it for a second longer. When she pulls away she takes a moment to glance down at the blue team warm-ups her girlfriend looks so fine in. “Have I mentioned how good you look in this?” She says while biting her lip causing Lexa to laugh.

“Once or twice, I think?”

Clarke bites her tongue and smiles cheekily.

“Where are the others?”

“Grabbing some food and beer at concessions.” She leans in and whispers, “Don’t tell Miller, he doesn’t know.” Lexa lets out a hearty laugh and Clarke kisses her cheek in response.

“How scandalous, the girls of Arrival take a cheat day without telling their trainer. I’m selling this story to TMZ immediately.”

Clarke gasps in faux surprise, her hand coming to rest on her chest. “Alexandria. You wouldn’t!”

A shrill whistle pulls their attention away from each other and back to the field where they find the team looking at them.

“Woods, get down from that wall before you break something! We’re running it again, you’re up!” The coach calls.

“Duty calls. I love you.” She says, pressing a quick kiss to the blonde’s lips before she drops to the ground landing stealthily on her feet.

“Good luck beautiful.” Clarke says with a loving smile as she steps back and plops into her seat directly in the middle of the stadium. She watches Lexa jog back to the field.

“You and Wilder are ridiculous.” The coach mumbles as Lexa runs past him. She turns and starts jogging backwards towards the line so she can face her coach.

“Young love, my good sir!”

“You’re 27 woods, that’s not young love. Get your ass back in line!”

“You’re going to have to go through the same thing again in 30 seconds, Raven’s on her way down right now!” She nods back to the stands and sees the rest of the girl band and Lincoln walking in.

“Ow ow #6! Looking good!” They hear Raven yell as she watches Anya juggle the ball over her feet. The coach lets out a stressed sigh, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Anya kicks the ball to her nearest teammate before jogging to the same spot Lexa was just in.

“We’ll get the job done sir, we always do!” Lexa finishes before she turns to start the drill.

“I know you do Woods… I know.” He whispers with a fond smile as he watches Lexa kick a bullet of a ball into the back of the net.

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Lexa wasn’t lying when she said Endler is a beast. 20 minutes into the first half and the score is 0 - 0, Endler having saved every ball that has been shot at her. Some were basic goalie saves, but others… dear god Clarke found herself wondering how she could make some saves like that.

Lexa and Anya have been working their butts off to set up quality goals but Endler stays strong in the net. It’s frustrating.

She continues to watch as the US steals the ball and works their way back up the field into an offensive position. Lexa is positioned just in front of the circle at the center of the pitch when the defender passes her the ball, but it’s loosely knocked away as a Chilean defender heads it upwards. With her back to the goal, she watches the ball slowly float up and looks around her to see there are no immediate defenders. She has plenty of room to secure the ball.

But much to everyone’s surprise, Lexa Woods doesn’t let the ball drop on her chest in order to control it and regain possession… no. She throws her body back, straightening her legs and extending them upwards in a bicycle kick. Her foot connects to the rubber of the ball and she sends it upwards and across the field.

The stadium goes quiet as it watches the ball soar across the field. Everyone on the field stops, Lexa rolls over onto her stomach and they all just watch.

“It’s too high.” Raven shakes her head as they watch the ball arch higher. And fuck she’s right, it’s going to go over the net.

But then it starts to drop.

A collective, “Oh my god.” is gasped out by the group as they watch it continue to drop in a perfect arch.

Christiane Endler jumps to block it, but even with her being 6 feet she’s too far forward to stop it.

The ball soars into the top left corner of the goal.

The stadium erupts into a deafening cheer, and Clarke would argue to say it’s more euphoric than hearing a crowd chant her lyrics back to her. Being there to witness a goal like that, from near center circle, let alone witnessing her girlfriend scoring a goal like that, then to hear the reaction? It’s indescribable.

Lexa pushes herself to her knees, points her hands upwards and lets her head drop back as she cheers. She punches her right fist in the air three times before she’s tackled to the ground by Anya, the rest of the team following.

An echoing chant of “Lexa! Lexa! Lexa!” ricochets through the stadium, Clarke and the group vocalizing with them. When the team finishes their celebration, and giving Lexa congratulatory pats and shoulder rubs, the soccer star makes eye contact with her girlfriend in the stands. With her eyebrows quirked and a smug smile she shrugs her shoulders in question, her hands facing upward as if asking,

‘Was that sexy enough?’

Clarke nods in response, her smile too wide to control. Because yes, that was sexy enough.

\\\

There’s three minutes of added time in the first half. Lexa’s iconic goals remains as the only goal scored so far, leaving the US up 1 - 0 against Chile. The US controls the ball and passes it back and forth, keeping it away from Chile as they run out the time.

In the final minute, Chile gets anxious and puts pressure on the ball causing the passes to become rushed and off target. In a quick moment, two players connect with the ball causing it to fly up in the air.

Not wanting a repeat of what happened last time, three defenders cover Lexa as the ball drops towards her. They all jump at the same time, and move their heads to connect with the ball. Lexa makes contact and gets the ball out, the Chilean defender makes contact too… not with the ball, but with Lexa’s face.

When they come down, Lexa doesn’t get up. She rolls over and stays rooted on her stomach, her head dipped slightly. The US kicks the ball out of bounds allowing the ref to stop play. Immediately, the medics are running onto the field and Clarke’s stomach churns. She’s up on her feet watching intently as they move Lexa onto her knees.

And it’s then she realizes why Lexa stayed rooted on her stomach with her head tucked slightly.

Her nose is gushing blood.

She gasps, her hands coming up to her face in shock. She can’t move, forgets to breathe. There should never be that much blood coming from someone’s nose.

“That’s broken.” Raven decides next to her, and it’s the voice next to her that snaps her back into reality.

Lexa’s hurt, Lexa’s in pain, she needs to be by Lexa. It’s as if everyone in the group knows what she’s thinking because as soon as she places her hand on the rail an arm is around her stomach.

“Don’t, Clarke.” Lincoln whispers softly in her ear.

“Lincoln let go of me!” She yells as she tries to wiggle out of his grasp. But he’s too strong. They’re causing a scene but Clarke can’t bring herself to care. These people can stare all they want, but she has to get to Lexa. She needs to take care of her and make sure she’s okay.

“Clarke.” He says calmly, but the blonde continues to fight. “Clarke!” He finally snaps, his voice harsh. He feels guilty given the circumstances, but he needed to have Clarke’s attention. “Jumping onto the field in an anxious haste is the last thing you should be doing.”

“I need to be with her. I need to help!” Clarke worries, her eyes flashing between Lincoln and the field where the medics and holding a towel over Lexa’s face.

“What are you going to do Clarke?” He asks and the blonde startles.

“What?”

“What could you possibly do in this situation? Are you trained in how to fix broken noses?”

“No, Lincoln.” She gasps exasperatedly, “She’s my girlfriend, I need to be by her side!”

“If you go down there, you will only get in the way of the medics who actually know how to fix her nose.” She sighs and Lincoln knows he’s finally talked some sense into her. “Look at Anya.”

They turn to the field and see Anya watching the medics and Lexa intently as she paces the field, a far distance away. “See how nervous she is? That’s her best friend. She is just as scared as you are, she wants to help just as much as you do. But she’s staying away. Because she knows, there is nothing she can do right now.”

The blonde deflates, collapsing into Lincoln’s arms. She presses her forehead against his chest, closes her eyes and sighs heavily. He wraps his arms tightly around her and the pressure helps. She feels two more sets of hands softly rubbing circles on her shoulders and lower back.

“It’s alright, Clarke.” Octavia whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head. They hear the stadium erupt into soft cheers as Lexa is escorted off the field and immediately taken to the tunnel. Clarke whimpers as she sees the white gatorade towel is now completely red, Lexa still pressing it to her face gingerly as she disappears to the locker room.

They play out the remaining 30 seconds, nothing happening. Anya is the first one to run off the field as soon as the whistle blows.

\\\

It seems like they wait forever. It’s only been 20 minutes, but that seems like an eternity when you’re waiting to hear back about your girlfriend’s bad nose injury.

They watch the team jog out back onto the field; the stadium cheers but Clarke, Raven, Octavia, and Lincoln watch adamantly. Anya is the last one to jog out of the tunnel, her head down and her shoulders slouched slightly. They’re not surprised when they don’t see Lexa, they figured she wouldn’t come back out after an injury like that but they still deflate at the reality of it.

Clarke’s stomach doesn’t stop fluttering with anxiety and guilt.

‘I should be with her right now.’

“Excuse me, Ms. Griffin?” her head shoots down to the field where two security guards in bright neon jackets are looking up at them. “If you’ll come with us, we’re here to escort you to the training room. Lexa is asking for you.”

She doesn’t have to think twice before she is swinging a leg over the railing. She gets both legs over before she lowers herself and lets her legs dangle. It’s then that she realizes the drop is farther than she thought. How Lexa managed to just jump, and land like it was no big deal is beyond her. She feels a pair of hands tightly grab her waist.

“I’m here.” The security guards says, and Clarke releases her hands, letting the guard guide her to the ground.

“Thanks.” She huffs, rubbing the soreness from her hands. She looks up to her group. “I’ll be back.”

“Keep us updated.” Raven says and Clarke nods out a yes as she walks, the security guards on either side of her. She ignores the cheers of her name as she walks past the fans and towards the tunnel. It’s a quiet walk, but it’s quick, the training room being just up the hallway and to the right.

One of the guards opens the door for her and her eyes immediately find green. Lexa’s nose is slightly swollen and covered in medical tape, the area under her eyes a deep purple. It’s worse up close.

“Lexa.” She whimpers, rushing into the room to be by the soccer stars side. Lexa smiles as big as she can without causing herself pain.

“Hey beautiful.” She grimaces slightly. “How about that goal?”

Clarke startles for a second, before breaking into a watery laugh. “Are you serious?” She chuckles.

“What?” Lexa asks curiously.

“You break your nose and the first thing you ask me is, ‘how about that goal’?” Lexa just smiles brightly, seemingly forgetting about the broken nose. She fights off a whimper. “God I love you.” Clarke says through a laugh then kisses Lexa’s forehead.

She presses their foreheads together and takes a second to breathe. Lexa’s alright. She’s her same usual goofy self. She’s okay.

“How long?” Clarke whispers gently, pulling away slightly to look at the damage.

“At least a month, then we’ll reassess.” She answers, her voice laden with sadness. “I’ll get to wear a sexy face mask when I come back.” She smirks slightly, her eyebrows raising teasingly but Clarke ignores her.

“I was so scared.” Clarke admits. “I almost jumped onto the field. Lincoln had to stop me.”

“I heard.” Lexa chuckles.

“You heard?” Clarke asks with a confused quirk of her brow.

“The entire bench heard your little scene. Once they realized I was okay Ontari and Sonnett acted it out for me.” Clarke groans and pulls away from the soccer player.

“Those little shits.”

Lexa lets out a full bellied laugh for two seconds until the pain kicks in and it’s too much. “Ow ow.” She whimpers, and waits for the pain to fade away before she begins talking.

“I’m glad they told me.” She starts, her hands grabbing at Clarke’s waist to pull her closer. “I’m beyond lucky to have someone like you, who cares about me so much. Thank you, Clarke.” With a soft smile, Clarke leans in and presses a kiss to Lexa’s lips. An unusual, high pitched cry comes from the back of Lexa’s throat causing Clarke to pull away quickly.

Lexa is holding her head back, her eyes watering as she tries not to let the tears drop.

“I’m so sorry!” Clarke worries, her hands cradling Lexa’s face.

“That has to be the worst part about this.” Lexa says through a harsh breath as she tries to control her breathing to ease the pain.

“What? The pain?” Clarke wonders.

“God no, not being able to kiss you.” Clarke laughs.

“Well you can’t kiss me because it hurts too much, so technically… it’s the pain.”

“Alright smart ass.” Lexa says with a smile and a pinch to the singer’s side. Clarke squeals. Lexa straightens up, her face looking square at her girlfriend. “So, how do I look?”

Clarke presses a gentle hand to the side of Lexa’s face. Even with a nasty injury she still is the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. With a soft smile she whispers, “The gauze really brings out the green in your eyes.”

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cassnottiel · 4 years

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prompt from @jaunevaleska

"Deke, watch their back. That's an order." Daisy Johnson said.

Deke Shaw did not follow the order. He circled back once he got the others to the Zephyr.

When he saw the fight he was glad he did. The blonde girl who couldn't be older than Deke, around seventeen, was wielding a chakram and trying her hardest to hit Daisy. Deke watched quietly, waiting for an opportunity to help.

He found that opportunity when the girl cut Daisys hand mid-quake and went in to do something more fatal.

Deke started running for the two, taking his belt buckle off and shoving it into the girls back, he turned it on. The girl started floating, yelling unsteadily. Deke turned the belt buckle once more, and she went flying into a tree.

"Aren't you glad I made another one of those?"

"Deke!" Daisy said, slightly out of breath. "What the hell? I told you to go back to the Zephyr!"

Deke rolled his eyes. "What about a thank you?"

"What did you even do to her?" Daisy pointed to the girl Dekes age.

"Relax, it's just gravity." Deke pointed to the belt buckle. "I wear gravitonium on my belt, I know how to use it safely."

Daisy pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Fine, fine." She took a step toward the girl. "We're bringing her in."

A loud BANG rang out through the forest clearing, spraying bullets at the two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Daisy shoved Deke down and stood in front of him.

"No, you're not." General Hale had an assault rifle leveled at them. "You're going to let my daughter go, and the kid is coming with me."

"Why would I let that happen?" Daisys bleeding hand was raised, ready to quake.

Deke sat up in the snow and blinked. His chest was warm, and he felt lightheaded.

"Because I can give him medical attention." Hale said dangerously.

Daisy glanced back at the kids behind her. The boy was wide eyed and bleeding, staining the clean snow red.

"Can you run?" She asked him quietly. Deke nodded and shakily got to his feet, breathing heavily all the while. He blinked rapidly and pressed his hand into the bullet wound. Daisy looked at him firmly. "Get May."

"Don't even think about it." Hale said. "You're surrounded."

Deke looked around. There were robots surrounding them, all pointing guns. He didn't know how they could get out of this. His mind worked for a means of escape.

He looked back at Hales daughter, and he found it.

"Daisy," Deke muttered, trying not to bleed too much, "I'm going to do something really stupid."

"That's not comforting." Daisy muttered back, not taking her eyes off Hale.

"Get out." He hissed to her. "You can come back and get me, but I can't keep up."

"Deke." Daisy said dangerously.

Deke grabbed the belt buckle off of the girl and shoved it into Daisys chest. He turned it on and shoved her in the direction of the Zephyr. "Go!"

The robots all started firing at Daisy as soon as her feet left the ground. She quaked them away, the force of the quake propelling her back toward the plane. Deke tried to run after her, but the blood loss made his vision go white for a second.

When his vision cleared, Daisy was gone and Hale was standing over him, glaring and pointing her gun. She raised the barrel and placed her finger on the trigger.

"Wait." The girl Dekes age called out, stepping in front of her mother. "We can use him."

Hale hesitated. That got her attention. "Use him how?"

Hales daughter grabbed Dekes arm and dragged him up, twisted him around, and held her chakram to his neck. "That thing Daisy Johnson used to get away, he made it. It's a gravitonium device." She explained. "He knows how to use it." She held the blade closer to his neck. "He's an expert."

Hale lowered her gun. Deke passed out.

When he woke up, Deke was in an unfamiliar place. That wasn't a good thing.

He struggled to sit up. Half his chest was bandaged, and his skin looked paler than usual. Those were slightly worse things.

On the floor next to him was a shirt, a sling, and a bloodstained brown leather jacket. His jacket. Beyond that, the door was open. Deke didn't know if that was a bad thing, but he would assume it was.

He stood up on shaking legs. He felt dead on his feet. That probably wasn't far off, looking at all the bandages wrapping his chest and shoulder.

Deke didn't know how things usually worked in what he assumed to be Hales base, but he didn't want to be shirtless and cold for the rest of his time there. So he bent down and picked the clothes off the floor, jaw clenched in pain the whole time.

The shirt was the hardest part. Raising his left arm high enough to slip it through the fabric had beads of sweat running down the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily when the hem was finally pulled down to his waist. That took too long.

He put the sling on without as much trouble, thank the stars. With a shirt on and his injury sorted out for the moment, his mind shifted to getting back to the Lighthouse.

Deke scoffed out a laugh. He wanted to get back to the Lighthouse when the only thing he wanted for seventeen years was to get as far away from it as he could. Now, all he could think about was getting back to Fitz-Simmons.

Fitz-Simmons.

He froze closed his eyes. Fitz-Simmons. His family. His grandparents. The grandparents he promised not to hurt himself to. They barely knew him, but they were overprotective. If he survived Hydra, they would kill him.

Better not keep them waiting. Deke opened his eyes and resumed what he had been doing previously. He threw his jacket onto the cot and started searching through the pockets, searching for--

"Looking for this?"

Deke looked up. General Hale was standing in the doorway to the cell like room, holding an old multi took with the number 17 scratched into the side.

"You lost a lot of blood." She continued, taking a few steps toward him and putting the took into her pocket. "You're lucky to be alive."

Deke swallowed. "People have been telling me that my whole life." He stood up straight.

Hale sneered. "There's a few things I don't understand about you." She placed her hands on her hips. "You're a DNA match to Leopold Fitz and Jemma Simmons, and you know how to manipulate gravitonium. But you're the same age as my daughter, and the first record of you even existing only showed up a few weeks ago."

"I don't know what to tell you." Deke shrugged his uninjured shoulder. "The answers aren't really satisfying."

"Phil Coulson mentioned a future," Hale leaned forward slightly, "where the world was broken apart."

Deke kept his face stoic as her eyes bored into his. The rest of the team always said he never knew when to shut up, but they were wrong. He knew that this was no place for snide comments.

"Is that where you came from?" Asked Hale. "You met your parents and they brought you back to the past with you?"

She was close, Deke would give her that. But he didn't answer, just kept his mouth shut.

Hale hummed. "Fine. Where you came from doesn't matter. It's what you're going to do for me that does."

Those words never meant anything good. Kasius used to say things like that.

Hale gestured to the door. "There are people you need to meet."

Deke didn't like those words either, but there wasn't a way out of his current situation. So he followed her out. He could escape later (play the long game. Remember those time? Before S.H.I.E.L.D?)

Hale lead him through what looked to be an underground bunker. Deke really didn't like that. He had just gotten out of his first underground bunker, he didn't want to die in another one.

No, he told himself. I'm not going to die in here. Stay alive out of spite, it's what you always do.

The walls were a dull green, so it was more lively than the Lighthouse. Deke would give Hydra that. But Hydra had better intimidation tactics.

There were robots lining the halls, and a severe looking woman had her hand on a holster. Deke gave her a friendly smile. Hydra might have good intimidation tactics, but they were nothing compared to the Kree.

Hale glanced behind her. "You aren't acting how a kid in a secret government base would usually act."

"There's a standard?" Deke gave her an unimpressed look. "Do you run a daycare?"

Hales stare turned cold. "Do your friends at S.H.I.E.L.D. think you're funny?"

Deke gave her the smile he always gave Kasius, the one full of teeth and very obviously false adoration. "They think I'm hilarious."

Hale was silent for a moment before going on. "There's test for everyone we bring here. It's to gauge what we're going to be working with."

"How did I do?" Deke asked, genuinely curious.

Hale opened a door and held it for Deke to walk through. "You didn't even start."

Deke congratulated himself as he entered this new room. It was a lab with an observation window. The pair was standing behind the window, and there was a clear box full of gravitonium in the actual lab.

"There's a machine built to infuse any material with a human subjects biology." Hale told him. She pointed to the gravitonium. "You're going to tell me everything you know about that stuff so it doesn't kill the subject."

Deke stared at the liquid metal. "You want to . . . pump someone full of gravitonium." He scoffed and shook his head. "No."

"No?" Hales voice was dangerous. Deke didn't care what consequence was in store for him.

"No." He repeated. "Whoever you put that stuff in is called the Destroyer of Worlds for a reason."

They stared each other down for another tense moment.

"Fine." Hale grabbed the front of his shirt and started dragging him back down the hallway. "If you won't tell me willingly, I'll just use other means."

Deke kept up, only slightly scared. The severe looking woman he saw earlier started following. Nothing Hydra could do to him would be worse than the Kree, he told himself.

Hale shoved him into a room, empty save for a single chair and a large screen. She made him sit down.

"You will comply." She ripped the sling off his arm while the other woman bound his wrists to the arms of the chair. "Compliance will be rewarded."

Deke did not like the sound of that. He struggled against the the restraints.

The screen in front of him flickered on, and he closed his eyes and ducked his head away from the bright lights that started flashing. Someone grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up and held it there while something was slid across his forehead to keep his head facing forward.

Deke was considerably more scared.

"What the Hell is this?" Deke said through gritted teeth.

"Take a deep breath." The dark haired woman forced his eyes open and taped them. He was now staring at the hypnotic and sickly bright colors on the screen. "Calm your mind."

"What's best is to comply. Compliance will be rewarded." Hale repeated, emphasizing each word. "Tell me when he breaks. It shouldn't take long."

Deke would have been offended if he wasn't fearing for his life.

Don't break. He told himself. S.H.I.E.L.D. will find me.

He could see it happening. May and Daisy breaking down the doors, arresting every human and destroying every robot. Yo-Yo zipping around, exacting revenge on whoever took her arms. Mack leading the charge with his really cool shotgun-axe.

Deke tried to blink, but to no avail. His eyes were dry and straining against the psychedelic color patterns. Whatever torture this was supposed to be, he didn't understand. But it was working.

His eyes unfocused after a while, he didn't know how long it was. He stopped struggling shortly after that, the lack of blood making him more fatigued than it should have.

The woman in the room pressed her hand against the bullet wound in Dekes shoulder. His breath hitched and he tried to flinch away, but that only served to put him in even more pain.

"Are you ready to comply?" The woman asked.

Deke didn't know the answer to that question. He guessed the answer was no, seeing how he still didn't want to tell them anything about gravitonium. He kept his mouth shut, just to be safe.

The continuous lights and the low buzzing that came with them put a tight feeling in his chest. He struggled to breathe steadily after another few minutes.

He didn't know how long he was sitting there; with a splitting headache, breathing unsteadily, unfocused eyes. It felt like forever.

Deke couldn't see, but he heard a door open and close behind him. He was either alone, or there was one more person in the room. He tried to move his right hand, just to see if he could and to see if he was really alone.

Nobody told him to stop. Nobody hit him. There was no sound. So Deke twisted his wrist around and tried to wriggle it through the plastic zip tie.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, but he didn't let that stop him. He tried to turn his head away and jerked his arm back. The plastic dug into his wrist, no doubt leaving a red mark. He kept at it, struggling against the bonds for as long as he could.

The door behind him opened and Deke froze. The new person in the room wasn't the woman from earlier, it was a guy. He was breathing loudly, and he didn't speak.

The blade of a knife was slid along the arm of the chair and the zip tie broke seconds later.

In an instant, Deke brought his freed hand up to his face and tore off the tape. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed the back of his hand into his eye socket with a soft groan. The thing keeping his head straight was removed, and he doubled over in the chair, resting his elbow on his knee and ducking his head. The zip tie on his other hand was cut.

"Thank you." Deke said quietly. He shook his head and blinked multiple times to make his eyes feel normal again. He looked up at his liberator.

He was Dekes age, had blond hair, and was holding a gun in one hand, Dekes multi took in the other. "I'm Alex." He leveled the gun at the teenager from the future. "You're coming with me."

Deke didn't know if this was any better than the lights, but at least he could blink. He shakily stood up, keeping his hands still and his eyes on the gun. Alex let Deke shrug his jacket on before shoving him out of the room.

Alex kept Deke in front of him, one hand on in uninjured shoulder and the other pointing the gun to the back of his head. They walked through the winding hallways until they made it to the lab.

Deke was shoved to the side before Alex fired off three shots, killing three different scientists.

He pointed his gun at the gravitonium box, and then to the last man left standing. "Get that ready for transport. Now."

Deke looked back at the sound of footsteps. It was the girl his age, dressed in the same combat suit from the frozen forest.

"How'd it go?" Alex asked without looking at her.

"We're free and clear." She said with a smile. She turned to Deke, chakram in hand. "You're going to help us."

The two with weapons ushered Deke down a few hallways and into a hanger, and then into a jet. Alex sat in the pilots seat and started flipping switches.

The girl put her hand on Dekes shoulder, right above the bullet wound, and pushed him down into a seat. "I don't think we've been properly introduced." Her face was inches from his. "My name's Ruby."

He was silent for a moment. "Deke." He finally said.

Ruby smiled. "So it's true?" She stood up straight. "You're from the future?"

Deke hesitantly nodded. He saw no reason to lie to them, as long as they didn't ask about gravitonium.

"What's it like?" She sat down on the opposite side of the plane and leaned forward.

Deke shook his head and pointed to the gravitonium. "Whoever you put that stuff in broke the planet apart." He told her. "The remnants of humanity were living in a bunker that was floating around in space."

Ruby stared at him, as if trying to catch him lying. Even Alex glanced back from piloting the plane.

Ruby laughed. "Wow." She moved her arm, and a chakram embedded itself in the metal next to Dekes head. He did his best not to flinch. "You're really good at telling stories."

"Neither of you scare me." Deke said, against his better judgement. He looked straight into Rubys eyes as he raised his hand to the chakram inches from his neck. He tossed it to the floor. "Stop trying to intimidate me."

She mockingly smiled. "That's not intimidation, that was just fun." She picked up the circular blade. "Tell me another story."

Deke leaned forward in his seat. "About the future?" She nodded. "The bunker we were living in was being ruled by a Kree psychopath who wanted to breed Inhumans for profit."

Ruby raised an eyebrow. "Really?" She looked like she was finally believing them. "You've met the Kree?"

Deke nodded. "Yeah, I've hid a few of their bodies, been stabbed by one, helped kill a few."

Both of Rubys eyebrows shot up. The two stared at each other while Alex flew in silence. It was a challenge of wills.

Alex spoke up first. "We'll be there in a few minutes." The plane seemed to be flying faster.

Ruby stood up, chakram in hand. She leaned over Deke and held the blade to his neck, almost breaking the skin. "You're going to listen to me." She told in a deadly whisper. "And you're going to do everything I tell you. Unless you want me to take your arms, like I took your friends."

Deke didn't move his eyes from hers. He was scared, he would admit that. But he wouldn't admit it to her. He would put his years of mastering a poker face to use by making Ruby believe she didn't scare him.

"When we get there," Ruby continued, "you're going to help me. If you help me, I might let you live to see if your apocalypse still happens."

Deke didn't move. He waited for the blade to move away from his neck. When she finally did, he breathed easier. "We'll all die anyway if it does."

Ruby sat back down on the other side of the plane. "Then you just have bad luck." She held the chakram casually, to let her hostage know not to try anything.

Deke scoffed. "It's better to be dead than to live under the Kree."

"Why are you so cynical?" Ruby asked with a roll of her eyes. "What happens in the future to make you like this?"

Deke didn't answer right away. He thought about that question, and weather he should answer at all. After maybe a minute, he said, "Stick around for seventy years and find out."

Ruby stared at him. "Seventy years?"

Deke nodded once, staring at nothing. "They told me it was the year 2091." He sighed.

"You didn't know the year?" Alex asked from the cockpit.

"The only way we kept time was the stars." Deke told them. "If something important happened, people looked at the stars and that was how they knew the date." At Rubys slightly shocked expression, he gave her the same smile he gave her mother earlier.

The plane started descending. Deke and Ruby both looked to Alex as he landed.

"Something's wrong." Alex spoke up. Ruby was up in an instant and by his side, looking at the same thing he was. "The mechs are down and Ivanov's gone."

"Someone's here." Ruby said quietly.

Deke perked up. S.H.I.E.L.D. could already be here.

Ruby turned around. "Come on, Deke." He didn't the way she said his name. "Time to go."

They pointed a gun at his head, as if they weren't his only way out of this, and made him push the box of gravitonium out in front of them. The three of them started walking, through the doors of a building and into an elevator. The silence was excruciating as the small box climbed two floors.

Ruby walked out first on the floor they were supposed to be on, followed by Deke, then Alex, who was still pointing a gun. There were voices coming from the room they were heading towards.

Dekes heart jumped in his chest, and a jolt of pain shot through his bullet wound. He knew those voices.

". . . my doubts." A voice with a Scottish accent said. "Maybe your hopeful nature's rubbing off on me."

Ruby smiled and ran ahead. She reeled her arm back and threw the chakram. "Aww, how cute!" She said.

Alex grabbed Deke by the collar and dragged him over to the large door. Inside, Fitz and Simmons stood on either side of an overturned table, chakram embedded deep into the metal.

"Well, looks like you two have made quite the mess." Ruby stepped farther into the room. Alex followed, raising his gun to train it on the two scientists.

"Not the first time." Alex stepped in front of her and let go of Deke. "They were there when S.H.I.E.L.D. tortured me." He walked over to something that looked like a coffin.

Fitz and Simmons stared at their grandson. He stared back.

"Don't even think about it." Ruby closed her fist around the collar of Dekes jacket when he took a step forward. She pulled him down to her eye level. "I can make something much worse than a bullet wound."

"Bullet--?" Jemmas eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"They destroyed a component for the infuser." Alex cut through the conversation. "It's useless." He raised his gun again. "We can't transfer the gravitonium until it's repaired."

Ruby sighed. She let go of Deke and walked over to retrieve her chakram. She held it to Jemmas neck. "Fix it." Fitz stepped forward, but Deke ran up and held him back. "Or bleed out."

"Fitz, we can't let it happen again." Jemma whispered.

Fitz gripped Dekes arm to keep from running forward. "I don't think we have a choice."

Ruby smiled.

"We never did."

"Good." Ruby pushed Jemma away held her chakram out threateningly. "Tie her and Deke up." She told Alex without looking at him. She then leveled her gaze at Fitz. "Fix the component."

"Why is he here?" Fitz held tighter to his grandsons arm.

"Well," Ruby looked up at the ceiling like she was thinking, "my mom shot him, we fixed him, and now he's here to help with the gravitonium." She grabbed Dekes arm and wrenched him away from Fitz. "He's an expert, you know. He wears it on his belt, right?" Deke hissed as her fingers dug into his wound. "Isn't this a nice family reunion?"

Deke really hated the feeling of zip ties tightening around his wrists. It reminded him of his metric, which had barely been removed before he got kidnapped. And more recently, it reminded him of the bright colorful lights and not being able to blink.

"Are you okay?" Jemma whispered as Fitz started working on something.

Deke nodded and schooled his breathing. "I'm fine."

"Where were you shot?" Jemma asked.

Deke tried to roll his shoulder and winced. "Left shoulder." He muttered back. "Hale said I lost a lot of blood." He turned his head to look at her. "Are you okay?"

She nodded shakily. "We're both fine." She glanced to Deke. "We thought we could destroy the machine before Hale tried to use it."

Deke nodded. "How did you get Fitz out of his cell?" He asked. "Did Daisy and Coulson sign off on it?"

Jemma didn't answer. She averted her eyes.

"You broke him out?" Deke hissed with wide eyes. "Does the rest of the team even know where we are right now?"

"I don't think you have a right to criticize us for that." Jemma shot back. "The first time I met you, you were breaking us out of a cell."

A chakram whizzed between the two and sunk into the wall behind them. "What are we talking about?" Ruby walked between them to retrieve her blade.

Neither Jemma nor Deke answered. Ruby pouted and crossed her arms.

"Tell me another story, Deke." Ruby raised the circular blade close to his head. "How did you get here?"

Deke kept his eyes on hers. He was going to say something very stupid. "A plane."

Ruby stepped back and turned her back to him. Jemma looked at him like he was crazy. After everything that's happened in the last day, he probably was.

The next thing Deke knew, his own multi tool was being pressed against his bullet wound. Ruby had flicked the blade out and was just short of stabbing him.

"Don't--" Fitz turned away from his soldering tools.

"Stay where you are." Alex pulled the hammer back on his gun and pointed it toward Fitz.

"Stop!" Jemma struggled against her restraints. "Stop it!"

"Shut up." Ruby didn't look away from Deke. She pushed the blade forward slightly, and he felt it pierce the bandage. He clenched his jaw.

"He had to power up the time machine for us to get back." Jemma said, a forced calm on her strained voice. "When he turned it on, he got taken, too."

Ruby still kept her eyes on Deke. He nodded minutely. She pushed the blade ever so slightly farther into his wound for a few more seconds before drawing away.

"Back to work." Ruby said and turned back to Fitz.

Fitz met Dekes eyes, then Jemmas, then reluctantly turned back to the work table.

"I'm fine." Deke muttered before Jemma could even ask the question. He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. "I'm fine." He repeated, quieter, more to convince himself than his grandmother.

The room was quiet for a while, aside from the sounds of the tools Fitz was using and the hushed conversations between Ruby and Alex before Alex walked out to check the perimeter. It was so tense.

After several minutes, Ruby stood twenty feet from Deke and Jemma. "Let's see how good my aim is." She brought her chakram back.

Deke saw Fitz flinch out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to call out, say they were fine, but he had a feeling Ruby didn't want to hear his voice anymore. The sharp blade was sticking out of the metal sheet, inches from his arm. Ruby walked over, grabbed the chakram, and walked to the other side of the room to throw again. That process continued for what felt like hours.

THUNK!

Fitz threw his tool down. "Stop it!"

"Aww." Rubys lips twisted into another smile as she grabbed the chakram again. "But I'm enjoying myself." Fitz leaned braced his hands on the table in front of him and leaned forward. "And it does seem to keep you motivated."

Jemma gripped the arm of the chair she was bound to as the chakram landed very close to her face.

"Okay. Let her go." Fitz turned around. "You want this machine fixed, I need her help." He stepped toward them, looking desperate. "Please. We're a team."

Ruby stared the engineer down for a moment before pulling out a knife. She cut the zip ties binding Jemma to her chair. "The adults can work over there." She said, gesturing to the table Fitz was working at. Then, she grabbed Dekes jaw to make him look at her. "Us kids will stay here."

Jemma ran to her husband. They started whispering to each other, holding each other.

Ruby stepped away from Deke. "You guys is adorable. I ship it." Deke didn't know what that meant, but he didn't really care. "I really do."

"Do you have any idea of the consequences of what you're trying to do?" Jemma asked. "We've seen where this leads."

"Your little trip to the future?" Ruby pursed her lips. "Coulson filled me in."

"Then you'll know that you destroy everything," Jemma spread her hands, "the whole world."

"See, I thought your pal Daisy did all of that." Ruby sat down the chair Jemma was just tied to and draped herself over Deke. "Isn't that right, Deke?"

Fitz turned around from the work table. "Everyone that you care about will die." He warned her.

Ruby sat up. "Not a long list."

"And it's getting shorter." Alex stormed in. "I found Anton, what's left of him . . ." He and Ruby walked to the other side of the room.

Deke let out a breath he had been holding once Ruby was away from him. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes while the two couples whispered. It was times like these, he almost wished he had stayed in the future.

"Hey!" Ruby yelled over to Fitz-Simmons. "Pick up the pace, or I start removing body parts." She pointed her chakram at the one person still tied up. "Starting with Deke."

The almost was very small.

"We're going." Jemma said quickly, sparing one last glance at her grandson before starting the work.

Fitz and Jemma were working, Ruby and Alex were preparing the coffin like machine, and Deke was thinking. If he didn't know any better, he would expect to get grey hairs before his eighteenth birthday.

Sometime after maybe fifteen minutes, Ruby started her target practice again. All three Fitz-Simmons' flinched each time the blade landed.

After what felt like hours, Fitz and Jemma finally connected the component they were building to the machine.

Ruby grabbed Jemma, Alex leveled his gun at Fitz to keep him from doing anything.

"You two are taking a while." Ruby held Jemma by the jaw. "Is this above your grade level?"

"No, no, no." Alex shook his head. "They're S.H.I.E.L.D.s best and brightest. There's nothing they can't do . . ." he looked back at Fitz. ". . . if motivated."

"Torturing us isn't going to make us work any faster." Jemma had one hand raised in surrender and the other trying to pry Rubys away from her neck.

"You didn't seem to mind torture the last time we met." Alex glared. "Electrocuting me." He glanced down at her hand. "You two didn't have wedding rings, then, either."

Deke stiffened in his chair. He picked those rings out.

"Please." Jemmas voice never wavered. "We're doing what you asked."

"Move." Alex lowered his gun and shoved Fitz out of his way.

Fitz ran to Dekes side. "How are you feeling?"

"You're asking me?" Deke shook his head in disbelief.

"The infuser's revers." Alex stood up and looked at Ruby. "They're going to have to start over."

"You know, I only really need one of you." Rubys face contorted into a snarl. "Three is starting to feel redundant."

"Hey, we are working with very limited resources on a very old machine." Fitz stepped forward, in front of Deke.

Ruby let go of Jemma and swung her fist at Fitz.

"Fitz!" Jemma and Deke yelled at the same time. They both struggling to get out of their restraints; Alexs arm, in Jemmas case, and plastic zip ties, in Dekes.

Ruby stood over Fitz and slammed her fist into his face multiple times, his family yelling at her to stop all the while.

"Stop it!" Jemma shouted over everything. "Leave him alone! We'll fix it!"

Ruby stopped. Jemma ran to Fitz.

"Hey." Ruby pulled her chakram off her back. "Eyes up. Look at me." Both scientists looked up hesitantly. "Next time," she held up the chakram and tilted her head in Dekes direction, "it's him. And I won't use my fists."

Deke did not like the sound of that, but at least Jemma and Fitz were fine at the moment. They started working.

"And that's a warning to you, too." Ruby crouched in front of Deke. "If you try anything at all . . ." she glanced back at the scientists. "You don't need two grandparents."

So Fitz and Jemma got to work again. Alex left the room again at some point, but Deke wasn't paying attention. He was lost in his own thoughts.

He couldn't let them have the gravitonium. He had to do something, but he couldn't let Fitz and Jemma get hurt because of him. Deke had no idea what to do.

And he was running out of time, because his grandparents were connecting the infuser to the component they just built.

"A plane just landed." Alex entered the room again.

Ruby shook out of her pensive thoughts. "My mother?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D."

Deke looked to Fitz-Simmons hopefully.

Alex cocked his gun. "I sent the mechs to engage. That'll buy us a little time."

Ruby looked to Jemma and Fitz, who were still working. "Alright, where should I start?" She readied her chakram. "An arm? Maybe a leg?"

"No, don't, don't." Fitz stood up. "We're finished, okay?"

Alex knelt down to inspect the machine and pressed a few buttons. The machine whirred to life, and he smiled. "It's ready."

"Yes." Ruby breathed out. She was at Dekes side in second and cutting his restraints. She pulled him over to the box of gravitonium.

"Transfer the gravitonium to the chamber." Alex told him. Deke glanced over at his grandparents.

"Now!" Ruby snapped, and Deke got to work.

He took the plastic tube from Alex and connected the chamber to the containment box of gravitonium.

"What?" Rubys voice said, harsh and accusing behind Dekes back.

"Hey, we did as you asked." Fitz answered. "We fixed the chamber."

"But?" Ruby prompted.

Jemma sighed, "In our experience, gravitonium is not easy to manipulate." Deke felt her eyes on the back of his head. "I don't think you can move it into the machine."

There was a tense moment of silence, and Deke started working faster. Silence meant Ruby probably wasn't happy.

"You can't do this." Fitzs voice sounded desperate.

"I'm done having people tell me what I can do." Rubys voice was filled with venom.

Deke shot to his feet. "Stop!" He pulled a lever on the chamber. "I did it, leave them alone."

Ruby whirled around and stared at the liquid metal running through the small hose. Her lips curled into a smile. She turned back to Fitz and Simmons, "You were saying?"

Deke stepped out of her way and ran to his family. They embraced him as soon as he was close enough. His legs were still shaking from being tied up for as long as he was.

"Are you okay?" Jemma asked, looking his face over, taking in every cut and bruise that had shown up since he left the Lighthouse for Coulsons rescue mission.

"How did you do that?" Fitz was pointing to the gravitonium, still being pulled through the tube.

"I don't know." Deke didn't know which question he was answering, the words would fit for both. The infuser started hissing. "Do you think we just doomed the world?"

The three stared at the chamber as it powered up. "I don't know." Fitz said back.

Ruby started screaming. "Get me out!"

"Ruby!" Alex shouted back, not doing anything to get her out. He pulled his gun and pointed it on the family. "What did you do?! You're killing her!"

"No, this isn't us!" Jemma raised her hands. "We tried to warn you!"

"You sabotaged the chamber!" Alex stepped forward and raised the gun.

"No, it's not the chamber!" A new voice cut in. It was Hale, Rubys mother. Followed by Daisy and May. "Get her out of there!" They seemed to be on the same team now, Deke observed as Fitz stumbled over to turn off the machine. "Are we too late?"

"I don't know." Fitz said again. "She only took in eight percent of the gravitonium."

The chamber hissed and opened up, revealing Ruby. She looked exactly the same as when she entered. There was a tense silence before she opened her eyes. When she started floating out, Fitz and Jemma pushed Deke behind them and stood in front of him as they backed away.

Ruby landed on the floor in the exact way Deke would with his belt buckle. When she reached out to touch Alexs face, his head distorted and he fell to the ground, dead.

Ruby started crying. She stood up and looked around the room desperately. "I didn't mean to!" She was sobbing with tears rolling down her face, pulling at her hair and hitting her hands against her head. Everyone else was too scared to say anything back. "Get it out of me! Please make them stop!"

"Make--" Fitz said bravely. "Make who stop?"

"All of them!" Ruby yelled back. "Just please-- please put me back in the machine!" She tapped her temple with her fingers. "Get it out of me!"

"We can't." Jemma said quietly. "It only works one way."

Rubys expression hardened. "You lie." Her hands dropped to her sides. "You always do this!"

Deke felt his feet leave the floor. The sensation of weightlessness, gravity pulling him against a wall that shouldn't have a gravitational pull, was very familiar. But this time, feeling his back slam against the hard, solid wall, feeling his lungs struggle to take in air as the gravity pulling him against the wall increased, that was completely new and not at all welcomed. He saw Jemma and Fitz on either side of him, being thrown against the wall as well. He couldn't hear anything, just his own blood rushing through his ears.

As suddenly as it had come, the unnatural gravity was gone. Deke hit the floor and fell, gasping for breath and grunting with pain. He felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, trying to pull him up. He let them.

When his vision stopped swimming, Deke was aware of Jemma and Fitzs arms around him, helping him stand and walk. May gestured for them to come to her while Ruby was talking to her mother.

"Come on, we're going back to the Zephyr." May told them when the four were out into the hallway. "Hale told us you were alright, but I think you should get checked out again back at the Lighthouse, Deke." She looked the two adults up and down. "All of you should get checked out by a doctor that isn't Simmons."

Yo-Yo appeared at the other end of the hallway, holding one of her new arms.

"Melinda." Yo-Yo met them looked at the four of them. "What happened? Did someone go in?"

"It's being handled." May said and stepped past her. "We need to get to the Zephyr."

"Handled by whom?" Elena did not move. She stared at the four people in front of her as she realized. "Daisy."

Elena started off toward the room with the chamber. May took a step after her, then she stopped and looked back at Fitz, Jemma, and Deke.

"Go." Jemma nodded.

"We'll be fine." Deke tried to reassure, but he winced when his arm moved in just the wrong way.

As may started running off to where they just left, the three FitzSimmons' started off in the other direction, toward the buildings exit and then toward the Zephyr. There were multiple S.H.I.E.L.D. agents on the plane, and they immediately started ushering the three into the conference room next to the cockpit where they could actually rest.

Deke slid his back down the wall and sighed heavily when he hit the floor.

"Don't you want a chair?" Fitz fell across the small couch and closed his eyes.

Deke shook his head. "No, I'm fine right here." He swallowed roughly.

"I'm going to order food when we get back." Jemma declared and slumped over in a chair. "What do you guys want?"

Fitz groaned. "I don't care, as long as it isn't dried rations from the Lighthouses storage."

"I'd eat anything right now." Deke confessed, running a hand down his face. His stomach grumbled as evidence.

Fitz sat up slowly. "Deke, when was the last time you ate?"

Deke blew out a breath as thought. "Before I left and got shot."

"That was . . ." Jemma rubbed her eyes, "a full day ago. Didn't they feed you at the Hydra base?"

"No," Deke shook his head, "I woke up after the surgery and then they tied me to a chair. It was really weird; she kept saying something about compliance will be rewarded."

There was a tense moment of silence, and Deke got the impression that he probably shouldn't have told them. He couldn't bring himself to care, though. He was just so tired.

"I'm fine, though." He added as an afterthought. "Spite is my main motivator." He blinked a few times. "I just did whatever Hale didn't want me to do."

Fitz laughed shortly. "Yeah, that sounds like you."

"Be nice, Fitz." Jemma shot him a tired smile.

Deke laughed and shrugged off his jacket. He folded it into a square and laid down on the floor, placing his jacket under his head. He sighed contently as his aching muscles relaxed. "I'm going to sleep."

"Amen." Jemma crawled onto the couch with Fitz.

"Let's order a pizza." Fitz said into his wife's hair. "A large pizza with bread sticks."

"That sounds amazing." Deke smiled.

He closed his eyes and relished in the quiet, the calm. There would be long conversations and hours spent in the med bay back at the Lighthouse, but that was later.

Now, they were safe.

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