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randomfoggytiger · 6 months

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"You Don't Know the First Thing About Me"

(Fictober, Day 19)

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When he was lamentably green, the truth was shut away-- trickled out only to desperate men and only in doses so small as to drive them further insane. He sat, he stood, and he listened, eagerly trying to fill in a patchwork of names and events, the past and the future.

Then he was assigned. Then he had a partner.

Then they had the gall to wag a finger at him, wrestle him away from his first big break, and stuff him back into a dark closet somewhere until Bill Mulder’s death.

All in all, Krycek wasn't sorry that his first round with the Syndicate ended with a car bomb and bitter feelings.

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Survival, Krycek decided, hinged on which truth you picked-- a lie to the world or a lie to yourself. He chose to fool the world, knowing they changed their truth every 3-5 business days, anyway. Weak, blind, close-minded drones who wanted their 'i's dotted, their 't's crossed, and their worldviews unchallenged by the widening realities of the universe. So, he played their game: caught and tossed back the ball they threw, showed them exactly what they wanted to see, told them exactly what they wanted to hear.

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What he learned in the Consortium’s charm school was to win friends and influence people. What he learned from his black-lunged superior was to carpe diem his way into any complication possible. What he hadn't quite learned on his own was how to get out of it.

Single-minded Mulder, foolish old men, and out-of-touch aliens chased tails, circled each other, and howled at the moon day after day, year after year-- and had nothing to show for it. He was especially disappointed with the vastly narrow-minded scope of his former partner (Krycek had given up old ciggie Spender for loss years ago when he'd stuttered "thank you, yes, thank you" over the phone.) It took Mulder nearly four years to finally stop and listen when Krycek told him what no one else would-- “There is no truth, they just make it up as they go along"-- and by then Mulder didn't want to listen.

The Consortium really did pick ‘em.

Krycek had to admit, though, that their microscopic self-indulgence had done one thing right. They’d created a woman as warm-blooded and cold hearted as himself and let her loose to wreak havoc on his life.

At the game table of allies and foes, Marita was the master: effective because she was impersonal, believable because she was polished. She’d paid him one compliment in their entire sorry acquaintance: dragged out of a train by Jeffrey Spender and into the getaway car by Krycek, Marita locked her sickly, tortured eyes on his and spat, “They'll die because they don't understand what we do.” He’d let the cryptic compliment slide-- it was probably an accurate though open-ended statement, after all-- but neither was sorry the rest of the ride was in silence.

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Jeffrey Spender: one of those sudden plays of fate. Pushed in, given a job he hated, pushed back out; and when he resisted, Jeff got a bullet to the skull.

Apparently, not all the Syndicate had been crisped.

His loss.

Funny how Jeffy boy only fumbled around long enough to trade loyalties and die the hero's death. He didn't know the game, didn't care to learn the rules, and got cut out like a rookie.

Better to be a thrill-seeking fool than a virtuous one, Krycek reasoned: virtue grew out of a conscience; and a conscience was a fickle asset, liable to get you killed over the smallest twinge. So, he let the ethical humbugs have their fun fingerpainting with morality, watched them crawl over glass to prove that their tormented existence was bettered by a few lines they wouldn't cross. No need to go out of his way for any of them.

They always come crawling back.

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#txf #fic #Fictober #Day 19 #2023 #mine #“You Don't Know the First Thing About Me”#Krycek #Mulder #CSM #Consortium #Syndicate #xf fanfic #xfiles #x-files

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scully-loves-ruthie · 2 years

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Fictober Day 19

Prompt: Do we have a deal

Fandom: The X-Files

Sweat pooled at the top of the rag that came ripping out of Scully’s mouth, the dried blood dampened causing a stale iron scent to eek it’s way up her nose. She shifted her wrist unsuccessfully against the harsh rope that bound them. She could feel the brush burns begging to form deeper cuts sure to scar.

“Don’t, don’t do it Mulder!” Her voice was desperate bordering on unhinged. She blew her hair out of her face shaking it back to get a better look at him. He was equally bound his gag also removed. The main difference being the gun pointed directly at his right temple.

They’d been tracking Karnov for 2 months when they really hit a hot streak and chased him down to the middle of nowhere New Hampshire. He’s been sacrificing people to tempt his previous alien abductors back. Turned out one ride on the silver saucer of terror wasn’t enough, he was just dying to get a fresh implant. Problem was no aliens had returned to take him home as he so graciously put it.

However you want to look at Karnov was abducting people, men, women, it didn’t matter. He’d take them back to a bunker where he had constructed a large silver saucer, strap his captors to it then slice their guts open, all while chanting something he swore the aliens told him on the ship. He’d managed to rack up 6 victims. He was on the hunt for number 7 when they got here. Somehow Karnov got the jump on them, and now they sit bloodied and bound in the basement of a madman.

“Do we have a deal Agent Mulder?” Karnov asked calmly the gun pressing a millimeter deeper into his temple.

“If I go with you, you’ll let her go?” Mulder’s voice was booming, echoing off the damp walls.

“I’ll let her go. I only need one of you. This is the last one. Seven souls for seven sons, just liked they asked. Then they’ll take me back! I know it! This time they’re coming!” His voice grew louder with the fervor of a damned man bartering out his last few minutes on earth.

“Mulder do not do this!” the ache in Scully’s voice was masked only by the way she commanded him.

“Throw her the knife and let’s go!” Mulder struggled against Karnov and his bindings to no avail. He sacked Mulder hard in the gut, the air fell out of him, a death rattle.

“You gotta get out of her Scully.” I know you can! Just go!” His voice a scratchy murmur against his gasps for air as Karnov dragged him away. He tossed Scully a small hunting knife, even with a blade this size it would take her at least an hour to cut herself free. She could only pray it would take them longer to reach his alter.

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#Fictober day 19 #xfiles fanfic #my fic #fictober 2022 #this is the vibe today i guess

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underratedbananawerewolf · 6 months

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Fictober Day 19

Prompt 19: "What if we're wrong?"

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Rating: G

Warning: None

Continuation of Day 18

"What if we're wrong?" March stared anxiously at her phone. The distress call had come from Stelle; a wordless call for help when the Nameless didn't have time to send a text. "She just went to visit Yanqing, right?"

"It doesn't matter." Dan Heng intoned. "Accident or not, we have to go."

"Are you sure you want to go, Dan Heng." Himeko asked. Regardless of Jing Yuan's revoking the Vidyadhara's exile it didn't necessarily mean that anyone else wanted him running around. "The rest of us can go instead."

"No." He was already moving. "Stelle is more important than whatever everyone else thinks of me." He had already risked the same thing to keep his friends safe from Blade.

"I'm coming too." March scrambled after him. "If she needs help I'm not staying behind."

Himeko frowned as she watched the pair leave. Given how far they had to go she doubted they'd get there in time. She had someone else that she could contact instead who was far closer and just as invested.

"Miss Himeko, what a surprise to hear from you." Jing Yuan's smooth voice came over the speakers. "What can I do for you or is this just a friendly social call?"

"Unfortunately we have a situation on the Luofu that requires immediate attention, General." The Astral Express's navigator said gravely.

A moment of silence followed before he spoke again, all amusement vanishing. "I'm listening."

"Stelle sent out an emergency distress call. We only use those as a last resort." She reported. "As I understand it she was training with young Yanqing today. Dan Heng and March are on their way but I worry they won't make it in time."

Jing Yuan's tone turned grim. "Do you have a location?"

"I just sent the coordinates that her phone broadcast.'

"I see it. Thank you for the information Miss Himeko."

"Be careful General." Himeko warned.

"I'll keep you updated."

"Thank you." Himeko sighed as the call ended. She could only hope that help would get to the girl in time.

#fictober23 #fictober day 19 #honkai star rail fic

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artdecosupernova-writing · 1 year

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6 posts queued and 12 drafted 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

#not writing #the queue is a handful of small stories hours #that will go out once a day #(a couple of new ones too)#and the drafts are pretty much all but one fictober '19 piece #MY GAWD I am tired #but it feels so GOOD to organize and make posts look pretty lmao

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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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A Perfect Match

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Bridgerton

Day 19 Prompt: "What if we're wrong?"

Summary: Anthony and Y/N have been dancing around each other for far too long. Benedict and Colin decide to do something about that.

Word Count: 1,726

Category: Fluff, minor angst

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

Benedict's POV

"Colin!" I hissed, poking my head into the study where my brother sat journaling about his travels. He looked up at me like he had no idea why I could be bothering him. "Lady Y/N is here."

"Oh!"

He shot out of his seat, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. We'd only been putting together our plan to get her and my brother together for a week. How he could've forgotten was beyond me.

"Alright, she's having tea with Eloise in the drawing room. I'm going to go get her and bring her to Anthony's study," I said as Colin and I walked through the halls. "You just be ready to come give me a reason to leave once we're in there."

Colin nodded, then paused.

"Benedict? What if we're wrong? About their feelings?"

I sighed. Anthony and Y/N truly did butt heads at every opportunity as if they hated each other. But it was hard to miss the longing looks and the way one of them got distracted just by the other walking into the room. I shrugged.

"Well, I suppose if we're wrong, they'll probably kill us."

Colin gave me a look, but I completely ignored it as I marched into the drawing room.

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Y/N's POV

"Y/N!"

I turned from my tea and the book spread between me and Eloise at the sound of Benedict's voice, giving him a friendly smile as he entered the room.

"Hello, Benedict. Lovely to see you."

"Likewise. Actually, I was wondering if you could spare a moment to accompany me upstairs? Anthony mentioned needing to see you for something, and I told him that since I was on my way down, I'd bring you back up."

"Anthony wanted to see me?" I asked, working very hard to keep my tone neutral. Benedict nodded.

"Yes, if you don't mind."

"Actually, we do mind," Eloise chimed in. "Tell Anthony he can get his own friend."

"Eloise, Mother wanted to see you as well," Benedict responded smoothly. "She's in the garden."

Eloise narrowed her eyes, and I watched the staring contest develop like a tennis match. Finally, after a few moments, Eloise gave in and stood with a sigh.

"Fine. I shall go find her. But if this is a ruse, Benedict-"

"For what purpose? You are entirely too suspiscious sister."

I hid a laugh behind my hand as Eloise glared at Benedict on her way out of the room. I truly loved the Bridgertons, and watching them interact was more entertaining than the most competitive horse race.

"Lady Y/N," said Benedict, offering his arm to me with a smile. I took it, my mind racing as Benedict and I made our way upstairs. Anthony and I had a rather unusual relationship, and although I'd never admit it, I had developed strong feelings for the Viscount over the course of knowing him. The curiosity over why he wanted to see me was eating me alive.

"Did Anthony mention what he wished to discuss?" I asked, trying to keep my tone casual.

"No, he only asked me to hurry," Benedict responded. We reached the door, and Benedict held it open for me. "After you."

I stepped inside, feeling a bit nervous. Anthony was hard at work, scribbling away at papers on his desk, but he looked up when he saw me.

"Lady Y/N! Hello, uh..." He cleared his throat and shuffled some of the papers into a neater pile absentmindedly.

"Here she is, brother, like you asked," said Benedict as he came to stand beside me. Anthony's brow furrowed like he was confused, but Colin poked his head into the study before Anthony could say anything.

"Benedict!" said Colin. "Mother sent me, she needs to see you immediately."

Now it was my turn to be a bit confused, especially as Benedict grimaced like Colin had some something wrong. Before I could say anything, however, Benedict was moving quickly towards the door.

"Right, well, then I'd better not keep her waiting."

With that, he and Colin ducked into the hall, closing the door behind them. A moment later I heard the door lock, and then a sound like something heavy being pushed against it from the other side.

"Did they just..."

I stared in shock at the door for a few moments, whirled around to look at Anthony, then turned back to the door again. Benedict and Colin had just locked me in here, with Anthony, who looked as surprised as I did.

After a long moment of inaction, Anthony pushed back from his desk and quickly crossed the room. I watched as he tried the door and it didn't budge, then tried it again. Finally, he shoved it a bit with his shoulder as if it were stuck, and still nothing worked.

"Benedict! Colin!" he shouted through the door. No response.

"Anthony?" He whirled around to face me, eyes a little wild. "Did you actually ask Benedict to bring me up here to talk about something?"

"What? No, I haven't seen Benedict all morning."

I crossed my arms and shook my head, turning away from Anthony.

"I can't believe those two. I can't believe them."

"What are you talking about?"

I huffed an irritated sigh, then answered without turning around.

"Benedict dragged me away from tea with Eloise, telling me you'd asked to see me, right away. I don't know what on earth he and Colin were thinking, but now I'm stuck in here with you-"

I stopped abruptly, not trusting myself to continue speaking. Anthony and I butted heads plenty, but there was no denying how much I enjoyed spending time with him. Sparring with him when we disagreed and never feeling angry, just excited. Laughing as he complained about having to participate in the season but feeling jealous when one of the other girls or Mamas got their hands on him... I loved him. But I wasn't sure I wanted to admit it.

"Is it really so awful?"

Anthony's voice was thick, more vulnerable than I'd really ever heard it before. I turned around to fix him with a questioning look, and he held my eyes, although he looked ready to run at a moment's notice. Unfortunately for him, we had nowhere to go.

"Is it really so awful to be stuck in here with me?" Anthony continued when I didn't answer him. "Do you really hate me so much?"

My heart shattered in my chest, especially at the tentative sadness in his voice. My answer didn't come right away, and after a second or two of silence, Anthony turned away.

"I'm sorry. Forget I said anything-"

"Anthony no I- I'm sorry." I started crossing the room to him, but stopped halfway, thinking better of it. "I have fun giving you a hard time and arguing over silly things with you. But if I've done that to the point that you feel I truly hate you... then I'm sorry, I should never have let it go that far."

Anthony turned to face me again, a guarded expression on his face.

"So you do not hate me?"

"No. Quite the opposite, actually."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself to say what I needed to say next. I trusted Benedict and Colin not to do this to me unless they had some idea that my feelings for Anthony were mutual. Hopefully, that trust wasn't misplaced, but even if it was, denying my feelings had only hurt Anthony and I both. It had to end.

"Anthony, I'm sure this will be considered entirely too forward for me to say as a lady, but... I rather think I love you. You challenge me in a way no other man ever has, and when we are aligned, our teamwork knows no equal. There may be other men who would treat me well, and there may even be other men who would respect me as a partner, but none of them would be you. You, Anthony... you are my perfect match. And if I've led you to believe I hated you, then I am truly sorry. I assure you I do not."

Anthony just stared back at me, not taking his eyes off me the entire time I spoke. He didn't respond right away after I finished, still just staring, his expression unreadable. I started to sweat and fidget, immediately regretting my words and wishing I could take them back.

"You know, Anthony, actually-"

Before I could finish the thought, Anthony rushed to close the rest of the distance between us, sweeping me off my feet and spinning me around in his arms. I yelped, but when he set me down, we both had massive smiles on our faces.

"I apologize. That was rather improper of me," he said, not sounding the least bit sorry. I smiled back and leaned into him a little more.

"No more improper than my confession, or your brothers locking us in this room together."

Anthony hummed, leaning into me and pulling me close to him again, one hand tangling in my hair as he murmured into my ear.

"I feel the same, you know. I have for some time. I just never imagined that you would care for me as much as I cared for you."

I smiled, wrapping my arms tight around Anthony and holding him close. After a few seconds, we pulled apart, and although I wanted to kiss him, badly, I held back. We'd already crossed quite a few scandalous lines, after all. And now that I knew he felt the same way as I did, I didn't think I'd have to wait long for our courtship to make quite a few more things I wanted to do 'acceptable'.

"I suppose we owe your brothers a thank you for getting us to confess our feelings to each other," I said with a sigh. Anthony scoffed.

"Absolutely not. They still tricked us and physically locked us in a room. No matter how happy I am with the results, they deserve some payback."

I grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Anthony led me back over to his desk where the two of us sat shoulder to shoulder, plotting and planning the downfall of his brothers. I had no idea how long they intended to leave us in this room, but every additional minute meant more time to plan revenge.

Happily, it also meant more time with Anthony. And with any luck, the rest of my life would be filled with more time with Anthony.

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intimacyequalsdeath · 6 months

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 19: Brahms Heelshire

At first I was a little hesitant to do Brahms but I knew I couldn't let Fictober go without including him in it so here we have day 19! I know we have a handful more days to go but I can't believe we're heading so fast towards November already but don't you worry I have even more fun events in the works for both November and December <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, NSFW

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Aftercare? What are you talking about, He's the baby. He's the one who gets the aftercare. If you wanna take a bath he'll happily join you but don't expect much else besides you having to do clean up.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

He's immature so considering this his favorite body part on him is probably his dick. He likes how good he can make you feel and how good you can make him feel with it.

His favorite body part on you again would be very immature so probably your chest or your ass. Whichever he's really feeling at the time being.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Messy as fuck and only sometimes does he cum inside you. Seeing how much of a mess he can make thrills him so he goes out of his way to make it as messy as possible.

D is for Dirty Secret:

His dirty secret is pretty obvious but he still wouldn't let you know. He was watching you through the walls before he revealed himself to you. His favorite time to watch you was when you would shower, he would sit for hours touching himself to the sight and thought of the warm water running over your naked body.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

None like whatsoever. He's lived in the walls essentially his entire adult life. No previous partners, no previous encounters of any sexual nature. He knew how to touch himself, that was about it.

F is for Favorite Position:

Well first off he doesn't really know what "Positions" are unless you tell him what their called. So he likes really anything since to him it all feels good and he's got nothing to compare it to yet.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

He's not goofy but not serious either, he's just sort of clueless. He's gotta figure out what he's doing before he gives you any reaction so give him some time to get his bearings.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

If you want him groomed your gonna have to show him how to do it. He's been living in the walls as I said his entire adult life and then some, of course he's a bit unruly down there BUT it's not gross. His parents at least had enough sense to tell him he should shower at least from time to time and use proper hygiene, he just doesn't trim his hair down there.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

He's actually really romantic, even though he is clueless as hell he does still care about you. He wants you to love him as much as he loves you and wants to ensure you'll stick around.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

How often do you shower and change clothes? cause even if he's not physically next to you he's still always watching. Pretty much every time you do either of those things he sees it as an excuse to touch himself.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Another thing he doesn't really quite have down yet. However he does like it when you call him a good boy and tell him how good he makes you feel. (Praise Kink)

He also really likes when you let him tie you up so he can play with you. This is where is immaturity shines since things can devolve into not sex related activities as he will no doubt leave you tied up like that for hours. (Bondage)

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

Everywhere really, all over his house he really doesn't care. The messier the better in Brahms's opinion. Plus your the babysitter he isn't, so it's not like he's the one who has to clean it.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

Literally everything turns him on. Sex scenes in shows you make him watch to you eating popsicles in the summer. He's essentially going to be attached to you at the hip and ready for sex at all times.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

He's another one I can see not liking to physically hurt you. I mean sure he can be mean with teasing, but there's a big difference between mean teasing and physically hurting you and even Brahms knows that.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Your mouth on his dick, 24/7 365. If you show him how he'll give you something back from time to time but he LOVES receiving and is a hard egg to crack to convince otherwise.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

He can get rough at times, but he always goes kinda fast. He's desperate to fuck you and reach his climax so he goes as fast as possible to reach his climax as fast as possible (Teach this boy how to sex)

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

From the blurb above pretty much everything with Brahms is a quickie. At least to start off with, with the way he acts like it's a race to cum.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

He thinks having basic sex is already experimenting so just start bringing stuff up to him and he'll be happy to oblige. He's quite literally a blank slate when it comes to sex so give this baby some experiences.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

He can go for a good few hours. He does get tired though once he's came a couple times. Sometimes though you do have to remind him to ease off you and take a break to not overwork himself.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

Again entirely blank slate when it comes to anything sexual. So feel free to show him the ropes and introduce whatever toys you want. He'll be very vocal when you try a toy he doesn't like so you can try and refine his palette.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

Mean teasing all the time, this is where his childish nature shines so get used to childish insults he doesn't actually mean that's just literally what he thinks flirting is like.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

He can get pretty loud, he's totally a whiner and moans from time to time so he gets pretty loud. Luckily the house is always empty so he can be as loud as his heart desires.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

I could see him liking when you dress up as like a French maid or something cliche like that. He really likes to see you in skimpy outfits and barely there underwear.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

6 inches solid. It's also curved upwards towards the end with just the right amount of girth to stretch you out when it's inside you.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

Again literally a gust of wind could turn him on so his sex drive is through the roof. He yearns for you every second of every day and can't believe that he has you all to himself.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

Pretty much right after unless the two of you wanna take a bath. This baby is out like a light until the morning so save any questions, comments and concerns until then.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #halloween #Fictober #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms the boy #brahms x reader #the boy 2016

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jarofstyles · 6 months

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FICTOBER DAY 19- Let Me Worry

HERE IS OUR LONE WOLF BABIES!!!

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Warnings- werewolves, mention of death, murder, violence, blood, wounds, etc

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“Harry, please.” Her hand ran over his clammy forehead, wincing at the state of her mate. “Let me take care of you. Let me worry about you.” She whispered, feeling him huff as her fingers brushed his hair out of his eyes. They were bloodshot and the splatters of blood that wasn’t his own was yet to be wiped off his pretty face. Y/N hated seeing him in pain, despite his best efforts to continue his stoic demeanor.

The lodge was bustling with people, injuries, while not as many as they inflicted on others, enough to make Y/N squirm. She was the alpha’s mate and had been in charge when they’d gone on a run to the perimeter, doing the weekly check of stores at the northeast guard shelter, only to find him dead. It had been an ambush, a nasty one, one that had a bloody wound on his stomach that made her own twist in both disgust and nerves.

“My love, I will heal quickly.” His good hand reached to her, holding her hand as it caressed his face. “You shouldn’t worry too much. It’s not good for you. I will be alright. I have a good outcome. Damien did not.” Y/N could feel his hurt, seeing the shadow cross his eyes. However ruthless and merciless as Harry could be, he loved his pack. He hated any loss they had, and knowing that there must have been some sort of infiltration they’d missed had him reeling. It was too close to comfort. He had his mate, his packs, dozens of pups that played openly in the fields that the pack members trusted his lead to keep safe.

He felt like he failed.

“I know.” His mate whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I know it pains you, Alpha. It hurts, but it isn’t your fault and I won’t have you blaming yourself for such a tragedy. I will not.” She kept her voice soft but the tone firm. Y/N knew that his defenses were nearly foolproof and it had to be someone else's error. She sat in his office with him often as he went over the perimeter cameras, as he made plans, sometimes falling asleep in the crook of his neck as he typed with one hand and used the other to keep her steady in his lap. He was hard working and dedicated to his pack and the safety of al of them. That much was never doubted within them.

“I don’t know how someone could have bypassed anything without getting caught.” He mumbled to her, watching as she took a cloth and dipped it into the warm water before stroking it over his cheek. When it was pulled away he saw the stain, confirming it was indeed blood he had spilled. While the inner beast in him had been satisfied in ripping the throats of the enemy, it was still pacing back and forth with the unease that someone had dared infringe on his territory. “If anyone hurt you, if anyone got to you….” He closed his eyes, jaw clenched tight as the muscles of his neck pulled. “I would burn down the world for you, my love. You were my first thought.”

Ah. That was the reason she was having a harder time calming him down. In the past when he had gotten angry, it was easy to soothe him and lower his hackles with a sweet kiss, a stroke, a little distraction. But having a fear driven by the idea of his one and only soulmate being harmed? That was enough to make any wolf crazy, let alone Harry. He admitted himself he was extremely protective of her.

“I see.” She continued cleaning his face. “Well, I understand. I feel the same way about you. I wanted to cry the moment they brought me the news, but I already knew you were injured. No one knew why.” Her brows pulled as Harry pulled her hand away to kiss the back of it, softening up her face again. “But you’d never allow anyone to hurt me. It will be impossible to penetrate the barriers after this, but even more so? I know. The fates have told me even in my dreams, you’re my protector.” Her thumb brushed over his bottom lip, looking into his eyes. They were still dark, the animal in him far from settled, but she knew she was starting to get through to him.

“Of course I will.” He puffed his chest, voice strong despite the exhaustion lacing it. “I told you, I would make everything and everyone burn if it meant I could keep you safe. I’d slaughter an entire pack if they posed a threat to you.” The man was serious and she knew that all too well. There was no way of denying how much he loved her. If it felt as all encompassing and intense to Harry as it did to her, she could understand his unease over not fully knowing if there was anyone else out there targeting not only him, but his pack. “No one will harm you. No one will touch a single hair on your precious head.” His snarl made her lean back over, seeing now he was getting a bit too worked up as she gently sushed him.

“I know, my love. I know. Don’t work yourself up all the way now. You’ve got to focus your energy on healing quickly. The faster you heal, the faster you can go to work on finding out who the hostages are.” Fingers dipped into the salve, wiping it across a scrape on his cheek. He healed faster than most, the one on his face sure to be gone by tomorrow, but the salve will prevent scarring. “I’m worried. I don’t like this gash on your side, and I don’t like that you keep trying to get up.” She had been asked by the pack healer to get him to calm down, his irrational anger making him try to limp out of the room to continue the fight. Her gentle rubbing moved over his skin, making a bit of a purr erupt from his throat.

“There we go.” She praised him. “No one is here right now but me. You’re safe, you’ve protected your pack and your mate. You are a fierce wolf, but right now I need you to let me fuss over you and ensure your face is kept pretty and you keep your body laying down for as long as possible.”

The wound had been cleaned by the healer and bandaged, though she warned there was likely scarring. Y/N had taken care of the rest. Harry sat quietly as he stewed in his own head, working through cleaning the rest of the blood and dirt from his skin. He wasn’t in the condition to shower just yet, so a washcloth clean up was the best she could do. Her touched seemed to slowly relax him, his body sinking further into the bed as she hummed under her breath and the fire roared in their fireplace opposite their bed.

“You need to drink.” Y/N coaxed, placing the straw at his mouth and watching as he took sips of water. It wasn’t often that Harry took this sort of treatment, especially because he was the one tending to Y/N with his vulnerability that he hid from everyone else, so she was relieved he actually allowed himself to sit still so she could. “You’re all clean now. I will run downstairs and fill in the people who need to know and get you some food. The door will be guarded. Is that alright?”

Harry grumbled, pulling her hand closer to him to lay on his chest. He was clean now, but his warmth made him sweat a little as he frowned up at his mate. “No. Stay with me, please. I want them to come up to me and ask.” Y/N wanted to sigh, but she knew this was about as good as it was going to get. He wasn’t going to let her out of his sight and he wanted to be kept in the loop. She had gotten lucky with him sitting in the bed without trying to escape from her. “Now lay in bed with me, my love. Let them come up to us when they finish tending to the rest. If I talk now, I won’t be able to stop myself from going out to the prison and…”

Y/N could fill in the gaps. She knew damn well that Harry’s infamous temper would erupt on the few captives they did take. She just needed to keep him down and relaxed until most of the gash had closed up, and that was going to be her goal now that she had met his limit.

“Alright.” She sighed, moving around the bed and going to crawl in before he rose up a hand.

“What?”

“Naked. Have you forgotten my rules?” His little smirk made her want to roll her eyes. Even in pain, he was open to being a little pervert. Instead, she did as he requested, letting the clothing fall to the floor before crawling inside of the sheets and allowing him to wrap his good arm around her shoulders. She was careful not to jostle him or put any strain on his body as she relaxed into his chest, eyes closing when she took a big inhale.

“I think if you stay with me like this.. I will heal much faster.” Harry murmured, turning his head to brush his lips against her forehead. “Gives me motivation so I can take you again. Because I know you won’t let me tonight.”

“You are such a boy.” Y/N laughed, patting his chest. “You’re correct in that assumption. I have a strict no open wounds during sex policy, sorry.”

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Fictober 2023

All the stories in one place. A huge thank you to everyone for their support this month.

Day 1: Secret Spots - This is cotton candy-flavored fluff set after "Millennium": Mulder and Scully go to Mrs. Scully's house and find themselves all alone for a moment...

Day 2: Just in Case - This is angst/hurt/comfort with a dash of hopeful cheesiness. Starts off in Dod Kalm (yes, you read that right). Mulder decides to be brave in what he believes to be his last moments on earth.

Day 3: The Deepest Cut - Diana/IVF angst (with a soft ending): Scully is already upset about a colleague's pregnancy and then Diana shows up and makes things worse.

Day 4: Always Expect The Unexpected - Some soft, fluffy silliness today: Scully and Mulder see her mother out on a date with... A.D. Skinner?

Day 5: If I Were The King of The World - Fluffy-fluff set in Detour: We get to see a bit more of Scully singing to Mulder...

Day 6: In The Blink Of An Eye - Angst/Mulder in peril: Mulder happens to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time...

Day 7: Glimpses of October - Post-IWTB/Pre-Revival vignette: Mulder watches his son play in the fallen leaves. Or is he?

Day 8: A Very Queequeg Morning - Hurt/comfort AND humor after "Pusher": Mulder doesn't mind Scully showing up at his apartment after the case at all. Only problem: she's not alone.

Day 9: Talk Vanilla to Me - Rated M/banter/humor(?): Mulder can't sleep, but luckily, Scully is there to listen… and maybe more.

Day 10: Wishes - Fluff(?) post "Je Souhaite": Mulder wants to know what Scully's wishes would have been.

Day 11: Always Partners - Set in season 6, hurt/comfort, some angst: Kersh puts Scully on another case without Mulder and once again she gets hurt.

Day 12: The Easiest Choice - Fluff, rewrite of the last scene in "Existence": Mulder asks Scully what she's going to name the baby.

Day 13: Don't Forget The Cake - Fluff-ish, season 6: Diana throws Mulder a surprise birthday party. Chaos ensues.

Day 14: Preparation is Everything - Fluff, set after "Alone": With Mulder being unemployed, and Scully on maternity leave, they spend their time thinking about furniture, baby names, and all the ways their lives will change.

Day 15: Temporary Insanity - Angsty first kiss fill-in for "Paper Clip": What happened on that elevator ride?

Day 16: Mothers Always Know - Post-ep (sort of) for "Chimera", fluff: It's the Sunday morning after Mulder stayed over at Scully's and he has a somewhat awkward run-in with her mother.

Day 17: In Sickness And in Health - Hurt/comfort post-"Arcadia": They're on their way back home from The Falls at Arcadia when Scully gets sick.

Day 18: Beautiful In My Eyes - UST-filled post-ep fic: Mulder thinks Scully is the most beautiful person wherever she goes. She doesn't believe him so he tries to make her see it his way.

Day 19: It's Us Against The World - Angst, canon divergence for "Nothing Important Happened Today": No matter what Kersh said, Scully doesn't want Mulder to leave her and the baby. But what choice do they have?

Day 20: Shooting Stars - Mulder and Scully sharing a bed during two nights in The Rain King. After a first awkard night, what happens during the second one after the party ?

Day 21: No Longer Stuck In The Past - A different kind of post-episode fic for "The Unnatural": After his and Scully's baseball date, Mulder runs into Diana.

Day 22: Cookie Theft and Other Crimes - How the Ghosts Stole Christmas post-ep, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff - all the fixings: Bill Jr. runs into Mulder in the middle of the night and it goes as well as you might expect.

Day 23: You're Not Welcome Here - AU in which Diana didn't die and Mulder didn't leave after "Existence": Scully and William are waiting for Mulder when no other than Diana Fowley walks into the basement office.

Day 24: Rules Are Rules - Set in season 7, fluff: They're not supposed to share a room while on assignment. But aren't rules meant to be broken anyway?

Day 25: Another Banner Year - Set after "Our Town", before "Anasazi": Melissa shows up at her sister's apartment, demanding a few answers.

Day 26: I Saw Your Face In A Dream - AU where Mulder and Scully meet on karaoke night at a bar.

Day 27: Christmas With You By My Side - Sequel to day 22 "Cookie Theft And Other Crimes" but can be read as a stand-alone: What happens when Mulder wakes up with Scully in his arms?

Day 28: The Truth Is (Not) Found In A Glass of Whiskey - All Mulder wanted to do was drop off a report. Now he has to deal with a drunk Skinner.

Day 29: Glass Half Full - Sequel to "The Truth Is (Not) Found In A Glass of Whiskey": It's the morning after and Skinner wakes up with a hangover - and remembers way too much from the previous night.

Day 30: Feelings You Can't Hide - A post-ep for "Bad Blood" obviously. A jealous Mulder, an attempt at humor and the hint of angst may be found here.

Day 31: Trick or Treat - IVF arc, angsty fluff: They're supposed to go to the Gunmen's Halloween party, but there's something they need to make sure of first.

#fictober23 #my writing #my fic #xf fanfic #msr

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Casual Banter Masterpost

aka my Fictober 2023 drabbles! I figure I might as well get them all in one place on Tumblr, since I have them in one AO3 fic. Using the titles and descriptions from AO3.

Featuring my named Tav (Falerin), Tav/Astarion, a lot of Gale, and most importantly INTERACTIONS BETWEEN THE COMPANIONS.

Day 1: Smart - Astarion asks for a magic lesson. Day 2: Prize - Karlach wins a prize at the circus. Day 3: Fireside - One last campfire chat before the Shadowlands. Day 4: Cooking Lesson - Lae'zel learns to cook. Day 5: Mask - Astarion tries on a mask for funsies. It goes badly. Day 6: Sick - Gale and Falerin chat about friendship and illnesses Day 7: Anchor - Astarion regrettably holds Halsin's hand. Day 8: Good Taste - Gale shares a treat, and a good time is had by all. Day 9: A Talk - Just a little chat, in regards to some campsite romance. Day 10: Drizzt Do'Urden - Wyll, Karlach, and Astarion find some common ground. Day 11: Temporary - The campsite romance hits a snag. Day 12: Mirror - Gale makes good on teaching Astarion magic. Day 13: Lost Wizard: If Found, Contact Tara - Tara despairs over the state of her runaway pet wizard. Day 14: Clowning Around - Falerin uses a disguise kit. Astarion wants a divorce. Day 15: Proper Horn Care - There's no possible way to write this summary without it looking horny. Day 16: A Token - Halsin carves a little gift for Astarion. Day 17: One Nice Thing - Karlach shows Shadowheart something nice, when she really needs it. Day 18: 90% Evil - Why WOULDN'T the rogue be the one to talk to the death cultist? Day 19: Seamstress - No one in camp but Astarion would have survived Home Ec. Day 20: The Selfless Choice - Or, How To Be A Confidant To Both Halves Of A Couple In The Face Of World-Ending Catastrophe, By Gale Dekarios Day 21: Taste Test - Falerin is...kind of a fucking weirdo. This is Gale's burden to bear. Day 22: Curl-based Despair - Astarion experiences #curlygirlproblems. Falerin helps. Day 23: Hunger - Someone gets a little hangry. Day 24: Pact, Pt. 1 - Astarion finds out about Fal's illness. Day 25: Pact, Pt. 2 - Astarion finds out about Fal's illness. Day 26: The Cuddliest Foe - Lae'zel does some research. Clive assists. Day 27: Homecoming - Two resident Baldurians discuss coming home. Day 28: Date - Astarion gets some new clothes. Day 29: A Healthy Dose of Theatrics - Are you really best friends if you've never been tempted to throttle each other? Day 30: Starfall -The newly formed party takes a moment to enjoy a magical sight. Day 31: Epilogue - A quiet moment after saving the world. Post-Fictober Drabbles:

Stars in His Eyes - Fal learns about naming ceremonies--and why Astarion has the name he does.

Slumber Party - Astarion and Gale have a fun night of kicking their feet, giggling, and discussing the all-consuming power they both intend on taking for themselves. Kidnapped - Astarion's siblings succeed in getting him back to the manor - but he's stronger now. Plus he has a very, very pissed-off partner. Rewriting The Story - After defeating Cazador and a tryst in the graveyard, it's time for some relationship reflection. Happy - Surely being the lover of an ascended vampire is the happiest ending one could hope for. (Ascended Astarion AU)

Wild Heart - A brief moment, the morning after the almost ascension, where two early risers have a chat.

Matters of Balance - Withers performs a resurrection. Breathe Deep, and Move - You can never really go home.

Side-Tracked - As they're embroiled in a murder mystery, Fal decides to take Astarion out for some enrichment.

Late Night Thoughts - Astarion has some thoughts on Falerin's lie from earlier in the day. (Bonus chapter for Side-Tracked)

In The Weeds - Astarion decides to take in the sights of Baldur's Gate during the day, and has a nice conversation with a local.

New Tricks - Astarion discovers a new trick while trying to herd a cat.

Party Favors - The ultra-self-indulgent take on the ever popular tiefling party.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #lae'zel #karlach #wyll ravengard #halsin #tara the tressym #camp shenanigans #drabbles #fictober 2023 #withers

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Fictober 2023 Written Prompts List

>> Masterpost

A/N: Just a little organisation of what I have written for Fictorber 2023.

1 - "It's not too late, let's go!"

2 - "Don't worry, I got you."

3 - "Okay, show me."

4 - "Do you even know what this means?"

5 - "You're the smartest person I know."

6 - "I can't wait for you."

7 - "Do you recognise this?"

8 - "Give me that, before anything happens."

9 - "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

10 - "It's alright, I am here now."

11 - "You lost it, Well, we lost it."

12 - "I am not saying I didn't like it."

13 - "Come with me, hurry."

14 - "If you don't stop now-"

15 - "Fine, explain it to me."

16 - "Do you know a way out of here?"

17 - "I never said it would be easy."

18 - "We can't do this on our own." (Continuation of Prompt 17)

19 - "What if we're wrong?" (Different perspective / Side to Prompt 4)

20 - "This better be good."

21 - "Just in case this doesn't work"

22 - "Who takes care of you?"

23 - "No, you won't understand, ever." (Kind of a continuation of Prompt 13)

24 - "Is it over? Is it really over?"

25 - "Do I look like I knew that?"

26 - "Honestly, why would I care?"

27 - "I don't know if they will accept this."

28 - "I may not get another change to say this."

29 - "That's all? Easy."

30 - "Are you with me?"

31 - "It's not your fault." (Based on the setting created through Prompt 14 and its reblogs)

#submasterlist #organisational post

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ghostofskywalker · 6 months

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A Little Brotherly Teasing

Commander Thorn/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 19 of 31

Words: 797

Summary: He's a high ranking commander, an expert in weaponry, and the Coruscant Guard's man on the inside for this Senate gala, but that doesn't mean he's going to get a pass from the teasing. And it's all because he's a little too obvious about his giant crush on you.

@clonexreaderbingo square: "your flirting skills need work"

Clone Troopers Masterlist

Thorn was walking through the halls of the Coruscant Guard’s headquarters when he heard a small noise from his datapad. Immediately, he knew what the message probably was, and he glanced at it to confirm.

Hey Thorn, your girlfriend is waiting for you, hurry up and get here!

He just sighed as he began to walk faster, making sure to send a quick message back to Thire to set the record straight.

She’s not my girlfriend and you know that! I am technically going to be on duty all night.

Another response, barely a moment later.

She may not be your girlfriend now, but you want her to be. We’re not blind you know, even though your flirting skills need work.

Not even bothering to respond, Thorn made his way up to the entrance of headquarters, making sure his officer’s uniform was in perfect condition before he saw you. He (and the rest of the Guard) would be providing security for the Senate at this gala, but he was the lucky one who got to play the role of the man on the inside. It was technically supposed to be Fox, but since he had a bad habit of annoying powerful people, Thorn was given the job instead. He didn’t mind though, because spending his evening next to you certainly beat patrolling the perimeter of the building in the dark.

Thorn stepped into the front lobby of headquarters, and he nearly forgot how to breathe when he saw you. Most of the time your wardrobe was simple and sensible, since you spent your days as a Senate assistant and resident event coordinator, but this time you had gone all out. But of course the most beautiful accessory to your evening wear was your smile, which grew on your face as you saw him.

“Wow,” Thorn said, trying desperately to hide how attracted he was to you. Thire and Stone were right there, and they were not the type to skimp on teasing and brotherly insults. “You look amazing.”

“So do you,” you said, nodding down towards his attire. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in the officer’s uniform before.”

“We don’t get an excuse to wear it that often,” Thorn said.

Even though he tried to be cool, it was apparent that he had failed, because Stone took that moment to cut into the conversation. “Well, I think it’s time you lovebirds headed off to the event!”

Thire smiled in agreement. “I agree! And don’t worry, while the two of you are canoodling in some closet, the rest of the Guard will be making sure nothing goes wrong from our posts on the outside.”

Thorn glared at his brother, incredibly embarrassed. Teasing him in private was one thing, but doing it in front of you? That wasn’t cool.

Thankfully, you just ignored his brothers’ words. “I’m sure everything will go smoothly this evening,” you said.

“And it’s going to be all because of you,” Thorn said. “Didn’t you plan this entire gala on your own?”

You stopped for a moment, clearly not having expected anyone to know that. “I did have a lot of help,” you said bashfully.

“According to Senator Amidala, you were running the show.” The Naboo senator had sent a communication to Thorn when she heard he would be attending, and it was clear that she told him to try and make sure you got the recognition you deserve.

“I’m sure she was being generous.”

Thorn was about to respond, but the sound of Thire’s comm device interrupted. “Fox is wondering where we are,” he said to the group. “We should probably head over to the Senate building now.”

“We should go as well,” you said, holding your arm out for Thorn to take.

The four of you walked out of the Guard’s headquarters together, and soon you and Thorn had split off from the other two. “I’m so sorry about them,” he said. “I just-”

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, cutting him off with a smile. “I thought it was funny.”

That was definitely not the answer Thorn was expecting. “What?”

“Yeah,” you said. “You know you’re terrible at hiding your facial expressions, right?”

The grin that had previously occupied his face dropped in a second, and you just laughed, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. “Come on,” you said. “Let’s get to the gala or your brothers may send out a search party.”

Staring at you all night and trying not to be obvious about it was going to be absolutely torturous for him, he already knew it, but seeing the smile on your face and the brightness in your eyes made everything completely worth it.

And maybe when everything was over, he would finally ask you out.

- the end -

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#ghostofskywalker.fictober #CFB2023 #commander thorn #commander thorn x reader #commander thorn x you #clone trooper x reader

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allzelemonz · 6 months

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At His Lowest: Dutch Van der Linde X Micah Bell

Fictober Prompt: Day 19, Exhibitionism Pairing Type: M/M Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Exhibitionism, epilogue setting, power dynamics, dom/sub undertones, anal fingering, anal sex, bottom Micah/top Dutch, mentions of past grief, Dutch is not mentally healthy Summary: Now that Dutch has reunited with Micah, he has an opportunity he should have taken years ago.

Watching Micah be in charge of a gang is strange for Dutch. The sniveling little rat that used to follow him around with such a bootlicking demeanor walking around with his own authority doesn’t quite seem right. To top it off, his style of leading his gang reminds Dutch a little too much of Colm. Dutch always knew Micah wasn’t exactly the type of man that he is, not the type to surround himself with a family and instead only picking up people that are useful.

And it all kind of makes him regret his decisions.

But he is not the kind of man that would admit that. No, he digs a deeper hole. He is very much still Dutch Van der Linde, a ruthless outlaw and force to be reckoned with. But most of all, he likes to think himself a mentor. And Micah could damn well do with a lesson in leadership.

When he finds Micah lounging about, just like he used to with his guns keeping his hands busy, Dutch approaches slowly. He knows Micah can be the jumpy type, especially these days, so he eases into the other man’s space.

“Mister Bell, how are you?”

Micah looks up at him, putting his gun away to give Dutch his full attention. Still the little suck up he used to be. “Just fine, Dutchy… ya settlin’ in?”

When Micah had written to him, offering a plan to retrieve the money from all those years ago in Blackwater, Dutch had been skeptical but he accepted. In the time they’ve been scheming, Micah seems to be proud to show off his little gang to his old boss.

“I’m settled fine.” Dutch says, leaning against the table in front of Micah. “Though I have noticed a few things about you, Micah.”

Micah smirks up at him. “Aw, what’s that?”

Dutch leans down, close enough to whisper in Micah’s ear, and the other man doesn’t move, accepting the proximity. “You are a lousy leader, Mister Bell.”

Before the younger man can speak, Dutch knocks his hat off his head to get at his now short hair. He always thought Micah looked better with those long, greasy blond locks, something much easier to grab. Of course, Dutch would be a fool to think Micah hadn’t aged well. He’s still handsome in that degenerate way that actually made Dutch consider using him to get over losing Hosea. He never did of course, he hadn’t gone that crazy. But now, as he pulls at Micah’s graying hair to make him look up, he might have finally lost it completely.

“You want your men to follow you, it can’t be out a’ fear.” Dutch whispers, watching Micah’s admittedly pretty blue eyes search his face. “They have to have faith even when they’ve seen you at your lowest.”

“C-Course, boss.”

Micah hasn’t called him that in years. The title goes straight through his ears and down to his dick. Micah’s still a little suck up, eager to please as ever.

“I do mean your lowest, Micah.” Dutch smiles, his other hand brushing fingers over Micah’s beard. “Do as I say.”

Micah nods lightly, as much as Dutch’s hold allows him to. His eyes shine like they used to and Dutch is reminded of the time Micah stumbled out a compliment that made him blush as red as that shirt he used to wear. Perhaps Dutch should have done this all those years ago when Micah offered it to him, fucking the little weasel might’ve cleared his head enough to kill him.

Dutch pulls Micah up by his collar and in his guidance, Micah acts so small. It gives Dutch that power trip he usually enjoys from chasing those half his age, Micah manages it despite not being too much younger. With a hand on the small of his back, Dutch leads Micah closer to the busier part of camp. He stops him just in front of the campfire, his mind swimming with all the things he could do. There aren’t many of the gang around, just a few in the distance, but Dutch has no doubt they’ll see everything.

He winds his hand around Micah’s waist until he can palm at the man’s surprisingly hard dick. “Do you want this?”

Micah shudders under his hands, trying to laugh like the cocky bastard he usually is. “I do, Dutchy.”

“Put yourself over the log like a good boy.”

Micah all but scrambles, seemingly uncaring about the inevitability of his gang watching him getting fucked over a leg. Before Micah situates himself, Dutch tugs his pants off with his boots and leaves Micah exposed. At this point, Dutch can feel the eyes. Micah has slumped himself over the log, leaving his ass propped up a bit. Dutch wastes no time, sticking his fingers in his mouth for a moment before getting straight to work. He always thought Micah would be noisy given how much the man talks, he just never quite thought it would be whimpers that sound so sweet and pathetic.

Dutch holds Micah still by the hip as his fingers delve inside and stretch him open. The eyes on them practically burn into his skin, but that is the goal. Micah is far too guarded to let anyone see weakness without incentive and for a gang to be strong, they need to have true respect that can carry weakness. Really, he’s doing the little sycophant a favor in more ways than one.

He removes his hand and smirks at the way Micah’s hips try to chase as he whines in protest. Oh, what he could’ve done to the little shit when they were deep in those caves back where everything fell apart. Dutch pulls himself out, mostly hard from watching Micah being so pathetic, he gives himself a few strokes and slicking with spit before lining himself up and pushing deep inside in one move. Micah cries out, muttering Dutch’s name with heavy breaths. That gets them a lot of attention, enough that Dutch spots one of Micah’s precious little minions with his hand in his pants. He knows that one… Cleet. Dutch eyes him for the first thrust, watching the scrawny man turn red before he refocuses on Micah and leans down a bit to whisper.

“Whole gang’s here to watch their boss bent over and fucked, Mister Bell.” Dutch says, his hands gripping tight at Micah’s waist as he gets a fast pace. “The ones that respect ya are the ones that’ll stay.”

“Dutch…” Micah moans. “Ya feel damn good, boss…”

“I know.” Dutch smirks. “And I know how long you’ve wanted this, Micah.”

Micah shivers under him, his hips attempting to move but Dutch holds him still. With a gasp, Micah twitches in waves as he hits his high. Dutch continues to fuck him, a bit surprised that he’s managed to last so long at his age while Micah crumbles. The body beneath him slumps and Micah becomes almost nothing more than a tight, warm hole that whines on occasion. With the gang watching their boss’s pathetic display, Dutch continues to fuck him. He hears the occasional noise from the distance, sounds of outlaws’ pleasure, and it spurs him on until he releases deep into Micah and milks himself of every drop.

Micah won’t have a chance of playing this gang the way he has been now, and Dutch has some willing entertainment until he decides to finally snuff the little rat.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #ship #ship fic #dutch van der linde #micah bell #dutch x micah #dutch van der linde x micah bell #fictober #kinktober

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Fictober 2023: Day 19: “What if we’re wrong?” - If you fuck with my family… Fandom: Scream Rating: T Warnings: None.

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Tara sits perched on the couch, head bowed and hands fidgeting in her lap, picking at her nails while Sam paces the room.

Her whole body aches, cheek numb behind a flowering bruise that paints its roots around her neck.

“Are you sure?”

That’s the fourth time Sam’s asked her that, Tara can’t even bring herself to respond this time.

“I mean,” her sister continues. “This is a serious allegation, Tara.”

“Do you think I don’t know that?” she whispers hoarsely, unable to raise her voice like she wants to. She wants to scream and shout, to stomp about the room and throw things. To beg, to ask why Sam won’t believe her, why she isn’t on her side.

“I know what I saw. It was mom.”

“But you don’t know that for certain, they were wearing the mask?”

The irritation pulsing through Tara brings with it a headache. “It was a shit mask, okay? There was this thin mesh over the eyes, I could see through it. I saw her. I saw her. I know it was her!”

Tara pants, nausea climbing her throat.

Sam’s there in an instant, a hand on her head, her cheek, brushing down her arm. She kneels between her legs, taking Tara’s hands in hers. “What if we’re wrong?”

Tara shakes her head in frustration, tears slipping free.

“Then the police find no evidence and they let her go, no harm no foul, why won’t you–”

“There will be no police.”

Sam speaks with the certainty of a decision already made and signed.

“If she hurt you- If she’s the one who did this to you, then I’ll deal with her myself. Do you understand?”

It leaves her breathless. Tara does understand.

Sam had been so adamant before, about going to the police, in letting them deal with Ghostface this time. The idea that it being their mother who attacked her would make everything different for Sam? She finds herself freefalling.

“So, I’ll ask you just one more time, okay? Are you sure?”

Tara bites her lip, hesitating.

The knowledge of the power she holds in this moment, over life and death… it feels intoxicating. That Sam would hand her the reigns, let herself be guided, let Tara decide – Tara thinks she cannot love Sam any more than she does in this moment. But she’s thought that before. She can’t wait to be proven wrong.

“I’m sure.”

#/mp #fictober23 #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #my writing tag

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darkesttimelinestuff · 6 months

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"What if we're wrong?"

Another day, another MSR Fictober fic.

Prompt #19 - "What if we're wrong?"

I'm also here.

Scully rode her stallion like a crazed cowgirl. Hair flew around her face and she and Mulder were sweaty and panting. Mulder squeezed her ass and caressed her nipples with his warm tongue sending them both over the edge.

Scully groaned and ground her clit hard into his pelvis, delicious friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. Mulder followed and bucked his hips hard, spurting his warm cum into her. He practically yelled from the intensity of his orgasm and her spasming pussy.

“Well, we were loud,” Scully sighed contentedly.

“Think anyone heard us?” Mulder asked.

Scully thought for a moment. “No,” she replied, sounding unconvinced. “We checked to make sure everyone had left.”

“What if we’re wrong?”

Somewhere downstairs in their modest family cabin rental a door shut.

Scully’s eyes widened as she and Mulder looked at one another in horror.

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rhosmeinir · 6 months

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Fictober 2023 #19

Prompt #19 - "What if we're wrong?"

Fanfiction: Good Omens

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Pairing: Ineffable Husbands/Aziracrow

Other Notes: In which Aziraphale and Crowley watch Our Flag Means Death. Which means that, weirdly enough, this entry contains SPOILERS for OFMD season 2. If you aren't caught up through episode 7, maybe skip this one. 496 words!

“But what if we’re wrong??”

“We are not wrong, Angel, trust me,” Crowley insisted, throwing a hand out towards the television, “Those two old men are going to kiss. And not just kiss, but you know,” the demon made a rude gesture involving thrusting one finger repeatedly through a circle made by two others. Aziraphale squealed and batted Crowley’s hands down.

“Don’t be crude.”

“What? They’re pirates!”

Like the rest of Whickber street, whose meetings had become much less about business and more about analyzing every possible detail of the romance between two middle-aged pirates, Aziraphale and Crowley had been waiting obsessively for the release of the latest episodes of Our Flag Means Death, and had just settled onto the sofa to watch them.

“Just because they’re pirates doesn’t mean they can’t have a soft, romantic story. I mean, look at us!” Crowley swiveled his head around to look at Aziraphale.

“You think we’re soft and romantic?” The angel reddened and adjusted his posture.

“Press play please.” Crowley obliged.

When Ed and Stede kissed in the moonlight, the demon nearly lost his fingers to Aziraphale’s sudden, vicelike grip of excitement as he bounced up and down in his seat. He deflated somewhat when Ed asked to take things slow, and buried his face in his hands when Crowley muttered, “You go to fast for me, Bonnet,” in a passable imitation of Blackbeard’s voice. Crowley cackled.

When Stede shoved Ed up against the wall, both angel and demon gasped and clutched each other’s arm, leaning towards the screen intently. They gave simultaneous squeaks when Ed pulled Stede to him in a vicelike grip, and slumped back against each other on the couch at the shot of Stede pulling shut the bedcurtains with Ed looking on, for all the world like the innocent lover in a torrid romance novel.

“Whew!” Aziraphale said, fanning himself as the credits rolled, “So much for taking it slow. At least they’re together and happy now.”

“Hmm,” Crowley replied as he raised the remote to begin the last episode, not wanting to dampen his angel’s enthusiasm, but not nearly as confident that things were going to remain stable.

When Ed was encouraging Stede in his newfound piratical infamy, Crowley thought that maybe he’d been mistaken. He allowed himself to be taken in by Stede’s happiness and laugh along with him as his notoriety grew, and to believe that all was well despite the obvious warning signs. So, when Ed declared I’m leaving, both angel and demon let out identical screams of protest. And when Stede shouted You’re a coward! At Ed’s retreating back, Crowley flopped back with a groan of despair, head hanging over the back of the sofa, while Aziraphale collapsed in on himself and slithered to the floor, sobbing.

At length, after much fish flailing and muttered ranting, Crowley uncrooked his neck and sat up.

“Uuugh. Well,” he said, utterly nonplussed, leaning forward to pat Aziraphale’s still-shaking shoulder, “we weren’t wrong.”

#fictober23 #fictober #good omens #gomens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd season 2 spoilers #fanfic #fanfiction

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