#he took fucking 2 hours to get out of the hidden forest and finally save the goron guardian

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Ganondorf

#i almost went with courage and then they dropped ganons official art for totk and my jaw dropped #legend of zelda #loz #tears of the kingdom #loz totk #ganon #ganondorf #zelda #watching jermas playthru of botw to get some sort of understanding of the game #prob not the best choice bc hes taking 20 years to get thru a single area #he took fucking 2 hours to get out of the hidden forest and finally save the goron guardian

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killing me softly with his song | (Childe / Reader) [chpt.02]

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Childe / Reader

Tags: #fem!reader, #from childhood friends to lovers, #reader is a fatui agent, #slow burn, #unresolved sexual tension, #mature language, #forbidden love

Words: 3.5k

Summary: "Lybuov zla, polyubish i kozla,“ sighs your sister as she wipes off the table, but that makes you feel even more miserable. Falling for a goat might save you from an actual heartbreak by Tartaglia’s hands.

Notes: Part 1

Masterlist

Chapter 2

At the barracks’ canteen reigns the unspoken rule that no one is allowed to cook borsch, and trying to do so is punished by cleaning all windows with cold water only in the middle of the night. Can’t see anything because the nights at the outskirts of Zapolyarny are blacker than out in the taiga? Tough luck. There are so many different recipes as there are families out there, and everyone has their very own way to make it. Fatui agents have brought each other to the hospital wing over fighting which recipe is the best, therefore a couple of years before Tartaglia and you enrolled, this rule was established.

Sitting out in the cold of Jaroslawk at four in the morning, you’d kill for a hot bowl of your mamochka’s borsch—the best in Morepesok even though Tartaglia begs to differ, but the only problem with his claim is that he is fucking wrong.

Through your binoculars you see everything is quiet and dark on the other side of the compound, which is a good sign. Unfortunately, good also means very boring. You’ve been lying in the exact same position for nearly three hours now: on your belly, elbows slightly propping your upper body to see the Baron’s estate that’s embraced by a forest like a mother cradling its child. Tales have it if you make even one little mistake inside those cold brick walls, Baron Igor would personally see to it that you don’t leave these woods alive and whatever his hellish guard dogs don’t finish eating up, his servants would send to your family as a small parting gift and warning to get as far and fast away as possible.

If only he were as thorough covering his tracks as he is scaring people, but Baron Igor has never really excelled at multiple things and now, months after the first little bird brought some interesting insight, you can’t wait for Baron Igor to finally slip and confirm the rumours about him selling information on one of Il Dottore’s gun research labs to a spy from Sumeru. Intel has it exchanges usually occur once every full moon and with the orb now hidden behind thick, black clouds, this is the last chance to get some evidence before the ship leaving to Sumeru carries whoever deserves a knife in their windpipe back to their God of Wisdom.

Baron Igor has messed up, got too arrogant, and now you and your team are here to make sure he eats up his mess. It wasn’t easy to infiltrate his mansion. Mitsuki only passed because you took out two of the other contesters for one of the Baron’s favourite restaurants down in Nowobirsk. That man bows to greed and when introduced to the place’s new maître d’hôtel—the best of his kind, the most exotic to own during their flimsy ceasefire with Inazuma—Baron Igor acted swiftly and hired him. Mitsuki had gagged at those words while lieutenant Scaramouche had shown the patience of a man barely holding himself back from violence. Two days later, Mitsuki took his position as spy and head waiter of the Baron’s personal restaurant taking up the whole second floor in the right wing of his stone mansion.

“Fuck me, I look like a penguin,” Mitsuki had said on the night before his work began at the estate, glaring at himself in the mirror dressed in a sharply tailored tuxedo.

“Then we know who to call if Baron Igor decides to open a zoo,” Mikhail had said, but he was in no hurry to turn away his appreciative gaze from how tight Mitsuki’s black pants tugged his slim legs and ass.

That’s the team, Mitsuki, you and Mikhail—Lock, Shock and Barrel, one of your fellow division’s comrade likes to call you for unknown reasons, simply laughing to himself and shaking his head as if trying to get rid of a good memory. Though for all that Scaramouche is concerned, to him you’re triple double and a clusterfuck he doesn’t want anywhere near him or so help him Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, he’ll stake your heads and scatter your remains to the seagulls terrorising the coast of Port Odessa.

“He loves us,” Mikhail likes to joke, even though you aren’t sure the words love and Scaramouche should be used in one sentence.

“One day, he’ll kill one of us with his bear hands and feel nothing,” Mitsuki commonly remarks, sounding like whatever you’d do to receive such a punishment is probably ghastly enough to justify being murdered.

“His hat is pretty neat,” is usually your only contribution and they both look at you as if you’re crazy.

“Any movement?” a voice asks from your right. Mikhail shakes still fresh snow from his head and shoulders as he dugs under the narrow doorway, looking like a puppy trying to shake itself dry. Now that a year has passed since a Geo Vision user crushed his right arm and healers had to amputate it to save his life, he’s adapted pretty well to only one arm and hand at his disposal. He’s balancing a cup in his palm while holding two paper bags with his fingers and somehow makes it look easy. He rejoins you at the window, carefully placing the steaming cup and one bag in front of you. You hand him your binoculars so he can see for himself, and inspect your breakfast. “Do I even want to know where you found,” you peak inside the bag, “pirozhky at a time like this?”

“Couple of blocks down there’s this place. Really nice lady, gave me one for free and added a little extra to our coffee.”

You take a sip, and instantly begin coughing and pounding your chest as it goes down burning. “Archons, that’s disgusting. Who in their right mind puts Fire-Water in their coffee?”

“I know, right?” Mikhail beams. “It’s genius.”

It’s ghastly. You take another sip. Horrible, really. But it keeps you warm and awake. So maybe it isn’t that bad at all.

While Mikhail observes the area, you dig into your beef and onion pirozhky. There’s nothing fun about pulling an all-nighter but sometimes sharing a cup of coffee and eating warm food helps to get through them. Also knowing someone suffers with you. Sharing pain is gain, after all.

“Well, they sure like taking their sweet time,” Mikhail mumbles, getting a little more comfortable on the cold stone ground. He puts the binoculars away and digs into his own food. “What are we gonna do if nothing happens today?”

“Then we’ll come back next month and do it all over again.” Hopefully you don’t have to. Fyrva’snezh was two weeks ago but this winter started off particularly brutal. Two out of three units are still missing from their outskirts training and you don’t want to be in the poor lasses’ and lads’ shoes who are still at the infirmary recovering from severe hypothermia. “What worries me more is that Mitsuki might lose his sanity if he stays there another whole month.”

“Well, what doesn’t kill him makes him stronger,” Mikhail says, wiping his greasy fingers off his pants. “I just want to wipe that smug smirk off the Baron’s pig face.”

He and probably every citizen populating Jaroslawk. “Once Mitsuki locates the communication point, we’ll go in and neutralise the target if we can’t catch him alive,” you say. “Baron Igor will try and weasel his way out of it but so far all evidence stands against him. The rest is up to Her Majesty.” And the Tsaritsa is known for many things, but mercy isn’t one of them. That will show anyone else trying to make business behind her back.

“Do you really think Mitsuki will endure another month in that stupidly tight uniform?” Mikhail sounds like he very much wished for another month out in the cold like this if it meant Mitsuki would bless him for a while longer wearing his uniform.

You stretch your leg and kick him in his shin. “Don’t jinx this, Nozhyalensky,” you say. “No matter how good his ass looks in those pants, it isn’t worth freezing your own ass off out in this cold. If we have to extend our mission, I’m going to steal your coat and own it for the whole time.”

“You don’t care if I freeze to death?”

“I really don’t.”

He puts his hand on his heart in mock despair. “That’s harsh.”

It would be his own fault, no hard feelings. You sit in silence, sharing your scalding hot coffee. In the mansion on the other side, a light flickers on in the east wing. Mikhail shifts and makes a disgusted grunt. “I did not want to know the Baron is banging the Duchess of Pavlovich.”

“Might be good leverage in the future.” You quickly dot it down in your notebook, squinting at the barely illuminated page. “Especially if the Duke refuses to pay his taxes again. I’m sure we can get to him through her.”

More minutes pass in silence. Mikhail continues his watch while you start to mindlessly doodle a little Foul Legacy Child in the corner of your page. You wonder what time it is in Liyue. Is Childe also out on a mission or tugged in and sleeping well in a land that knows nothing of harsh winds and freezing nights. Does he spare a thought of home? Is he missing you as much as you miss him or has he already filled the gnawing void with faceless, warm women that comfort him at night?

“Heard anything from our comrades in Liyue?” Mikhail asks nonchalantly, but he’s always been the poorest liar of you three and it’s pretty obvious where this conversation is going. Part of you hungers for that conflict.

“They still can’t find whoever killed the Geo Archon. But Lord Childe might have located the Gnosis and has begun his infiltration.”

Chances are good he might succeed in another month or so, though from the letters you’ve received so far, it sounds like he might succeed fucking the consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor before that. Tartaglia has never started anything serious with guys before, safe from occasionally drunk making outs, but new cultures could change a lot in you and it’s Tartaglia’s first time staying for so long in Liyue and meeting a man like this so called Zhongli.

Mikhail clicks his tongue in disgust. “I can’t believe this guy is over there for three months already and is still nowhere near finishing the job.” He spits at the ground and twists his mouth in a very familiar manner of annoyance—only usually this expression is meant for initiate Fatui members who can’t tell a shotgun from a sniper rifle.

“How can you still be mad at him for handing you your ass three years ago,” you say. A man’s ego is such a frail thing, thank the Tsaritsa for being a strong, independent woman.

“This isn’t about that stupid fight,” Mikhail splutters, red blotches creeping up his neck. His inability to lie is abysmal. “I don’t get how you stand that guy. His arrogance needs its own giant room to fit inside. Someone needs to knock him down a peg or two and maybe beat out this need to whore around as well—”

You move in a flash. Mikhail doesn’t have any time to react before he finds himself on his back, pinned down by your weight with a knife to his throat. “Mikhail, I love you like my own kin and you know I’d take a bullet for you any time,” you growl. “But speak another filthy word about Childe and I will cut off your tongue and feed it to street dogs while watching you bleed out like a slaughtered pig. Are we clear?”

You feel Mikhail’s chest rising and falling under your spread hand, his body warm, proof of his life. How easy it would be to take it from him, to warm the cold, dirty ground with his blood.

Mikhail’s dark eyes don’t give away anything. He’s holding very still, like a cornered animal faced with its hunter; don’t move and maybe it thinks one is dead. Eventually, he says quietly, “If you could see what an unlikeable, unpleasant person he really is, maybe...” He doesn't finish. There is no need to. You know very well what point he’s trying to make.

“I don’t need your supervision,” you say. “Or your pity.”

Mikhail barks a loud, humourless laugh. “Lassie, if I had an ounce of pity left for anyone else than myself, I wouldn’t be very good at this job, would I?”

You shift your weight. Mikhail groans as you put pressure on a wound a Pyro Vision user inflicted on him a week ago that hasn’t fully healed yet—a favour for Mikhail to prevent him from following his train of thought. You don’t know what is worse: His unrequited love for Mitsuki or Tartaglia and you knowing what you both want but can’t have.

Mikhail quietly says your name and gently lowers your hand. The sharp knife has bit into his skin just enough to leave a fine, red line on his throat. “All I’m saying is, I am not the bad guy here.”

He is right, of course. But that makes it even worse, because without a bad guy, who could you put blame on? Who would be the target of your frustration and your scorn? Who would pay for countless sleepless nights wasted alone or in a stranger’s arms?

If there is no good, no bad side, no villains or heroes to put blame on, what does that leave for you? Just the law. It is hard, but it is the law.

There is no one but yourself who carries the burden. Even knowing Tartaglia goes through the same doesn’t soothe the pain steadily growing in your heart. You’re like two stars gravitating to each other, seeking the sweet collision to finally become one and create something bigger, the most exquisite light in the endless black galaxy, but whenever you manage to come close to each other, other forces pull you apart.

You shift your position from towering above him to slumping back on Mikhail’s lap, your anger deflated like a balloon.

“Arguing with you is no fun,” you mumble, sheathing the knife back in its place inside your boot.

Mikhail arches one dark brow. “Learnt from the best. You don’t want to get into an argument with my mama.”

“Are you two leaving me out from a team bonding session?” comes a static voice from your left.

“Darling, we would never leave you out from a potential threesome,” Mikhail says back, a wicked grin flirting with his mouth.

“Blergh,” you groan in disgust and roll off him, grabbing for the plastic piece from where Mitsuki’s voice has sounded; Il Dottore’s newest invention, a voice transmitter agents use for long distance communication.

“So, how’s it cooking, good looking?” Mikhail asks, ignoring your eyes rolling back. “Anything new at the front?”

Mitsuki is silent for a moment. Somewhere, a dog barks. “I think someone might have tipped the Baron off.”

Immediately, you feel Mikhail's body tense next to you. “Do you need us to come in?”

Oppressive silence fills the room. Mikhail jerks, but before he can jump to rash actions, you grab his arm hard enough to bruise. He freezes, and you both stare at the voice transmitter in Mikhail’s hand.

A moment later, static crackles, and Mitsuki says, “I received a note on the caviar shipment. Roads are all clear, it should come in around seven in the morning.”

Mikhail relaxes, but a sweat bead rolls from his temple and disappears behind his black turtle neck sweater. He sags against you, exhaling very loudly.

A couple of years ago, after you three had been working together and hadn’t tried to kill each other as often as other teams, you guys had decided to come up with your own secret language for times like these. Mikhail had first complained about the hours put into learning it the most—the semantics always changing depending on what line of work you’d infiltrate—but eventually even he had agreed it was a pretty neat trick. What Mitsuki has said simply means all is in order and the mission is proceeding smoothly.

“Little fucker,” Mikhail grumbles, ruffling his own hair just to keep his hand busy. You agree. It feels like you’ve aged five years in those last five minutes.

That relief is short lived. A small explosion from the right wing inside the mansion lights up the night like a firework show. Mikhail is out of the window in a flash. You grab your rifle, keeping an eye on him as he crosses the street in a flash and climbs over the iron gate.

Two shadows tumble through the hole in the second floor. You sway your scope, laying eyes on Mitsuki as he wrestles with a cloaked figure. Purple sparks fly, clashing with crimson flames that rise skyward and turn into black smoke. At least something is according to plan even though your Cryo Vision would be more effective.

You watch them fight for a moment, unable to get a clear shot as both are short distance fighters. Mitsuki moves quicker than a flash, whirling two hatches over his head, parrying a deathly bow from the Sumeru’s Claymore. Mitsuki is smaller than most of his comrades. People like to underestimate him, but that’s part of the fun, according to him. Proving people wrong. He dodges another swift strike, rolling out of the way and giving you a clear sight at your target. But over his shoulder, Mitsuki catches your eyes and gives the tiniest shake of his head. Not yet.

You wish he could see the stingy eye you’re giving him right now. You’ve waited long enough out in this cold and your whole body shakes with the need to move, the need to fight. A quick look to Mikhail shows he’s fending off two of the Baron’s guards himself. Luckily, they can’t really hold their stand against a fully trained Fatui agent. He quickly takes out his opponents, closing in on Mitsuki and the Sumeru agent. Mitsuki has driven him to the edge of the forest. So that’s his plan. You wait until the spy is right beneath a long, thick branch, then pull the trigger. The shot is muffled by the silencer, slicing through the air with infused Cryo power. It hits its target, cutting the branch off. The Sumeru spy is too slow. When the branch buries him under its weight, Mikhail finally catches up to Mitsuki, and through your scope you can see him patting Mitsuki down for injuries. Mitsuki pushes him away, not hard or in a mean way, just enough to signal this isn’t the time. The job isn’t done yet.

Mitsuki advances the spy and kneels, looking for signs of life. He looks up, his dark eyes searching your scope. He holds your gaze, picking up his voice transmitter.

“I have good and bad news,” he says. “The spy is still alive, so we’ll get our answers. But now I’m pretty sure the Baron knows what’s going on.”

“Then don’t just stand there, someone go after him, quick!” you yell in your transmitter.

Before Mikhail dashes off, you hear him curse. “Lord Scaramouche is going to kill us.”

He will, considered this was supposed to undergo without the Baron noticing anything.

* * *

Dear little tygress,

forgive my horrible handwriting. I am still shaking from all the laughter your last letter gave me. Zhongli-xiansheng was actually worried for my wellbeing because I had choked on air and almost died. I swear, you will kill me one day, little tygress.

Speaking of little and potential lethal beasts, I’m surprised Scaramouche didn’t use your head as a toilet plunger. I really do think he's fond of you, little tygress. Any other team would be six feet under by now. You have to tell me your secret once I’m back. Scaramouche still doesn’t know I broke his favourite, ugly cup with the bear on the front from Fontaine, and I want to be prepared once he knows.

Everything is the same in Liyue, and at the same time, everything is changing. Rex Lapis’ murder is still unsolved, and I do enjoy watching the little traveller boy run around looking for answers. Once I return with the Geo Archon’s gnosis, dinner will be on me.

How are things at home? I hope Tonia hasn’t finished all mooncakes by herself again and saved some for the rest of the bunch. I can’t bear to hear Anthon cry again about me only sending sweets to Tonia and Teucer. Has the old man gotten in touch with you? He still doesn’t reply to me, but mama says he’s reading the letters. Maybe a bottle of Liyue’s Baijiu will loose his tongue, or hand for that matter. It’s almost as good as Fire-Water, promise.

Till next time and don’t get too much on little ‘Mouche’s nerves, otherwise there will be no room left for me.

Yours, Red Fox

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McReigns Series Fic: An Attempt (For His Happy Ending) Part 2

Drew cursed when he noticed Roman’s left arm dangled lifelessly as the Scottish man continued to take bigger steps over the roots and bushes surround them, trying to reach his truck faster. 

He purposely parked his truck somewhere hidden and not at the side of the small road to avoid from getting robbed as he emptied his bladder among the bushes. Drew was about to leave when he heard gunshots rang several times. As if they were shooting at wild animals or monster size boar. Drew was not normally the type to stick his nose in someone’s business but his instinct told him tp climb down the vehicle and see what really had happened. 

The Scot hid behind big tree trunks, trying to see where the shooting was coming from. The further he walked, he realized that he was actually stepping into the gunners’ territory. Drew did not take anymore steps and decided to walk back to his truck. He did not want to meet or even mess with them. Not after what had gone down between them which led him to cut ties with the group. The gunners were nowhere to be seen so he thought to himself that maybe they were just chasing off a wild animal. 

As Drew carefully walked through the forest, his steps faltered when he heard groans and moans as if someone was in pain. He heard the dead dried leaves on the ground being stepped on, the rustling of bushes, and the most obvious sign of the person was hurt was the cry of agony followed by a soft thud. Seemed like the person fell down. Drew cautiously moved toward the sound. Maybe someone really needed help. If it was one of the gunners, he could just leave. He did not have the energy to help them. 

Drew tried to peek through between the trees, and that was when he saw him. The ‘entertainer’, the ‘expensive performer’ for the gunners. What was his name again? Randy? Rowan? Ronald? Ro..-man?  

The Scot moved closer to have a better look at the man and realized the injured man was naked from the waist below, had three bullet holes on his body, two at his thighs and one at the left shoulder, a tad too close to the heart which caused Drew to merge from the shadow. 

“What the hell?” Drew did not mean to say it out loud but his mouth was faster than the brain. The injured man’s head snapped at his direction, brown glassy eyes widened his fear as he tried to pull himself back up using the tree trunk but failed. Drew noticed the amount of blood spilling out of those holes was worrisome so he decided to stop the injured man from moving. That did not end well when the man on the ground suddenly spun around and kicked the side of his knee hard, sweeping him off the ground and knocking him down. Drew was lucky that he was fast enough to stop the fall with his arm. Or he would have passed out if he accidentally hit his head on one of the big roots. 

“Fuck,” Drew groaned as he watched the injured man limped away from him faster than before. Drew quickly stood up and tried to follow the man though his head felt dizzy from the fall. For someone who was shot three times, the man could really move fast. They almost reached the path. 

Then Drew saw them. The men from the sick group. The gunners. Seven of them. The injured man did not seem to acknowledge their presence as he continued to limp his way to the small road. Drew decided “Fuck it,”. He rushed to the man, wrapped his arms around the waist and yanked him down. Drew did not mean to pull him down like he was about to break the man’s skull against the tree trunk but he had to do it. He dragged and slammed the other man against the bottom part of the tree trunk, making sure the roots were covering them. 

The Scot luckily saw the other man raising his fist, ready to punch him off, and instantly moved to catch the fist before slamming and pinning the bleeding man against the tree trunk. Drew reached up and covered the man’s mouth when he saw the group was getting closer. Thankfully, the other man complied. Drew could feel how hard the injured man’s heart was beating, and how he was slightly shaking, probably due to fear or coldness. Drew could not tell. Both men waited silently for the group to be gone before the Scot slowly release his hold against the other man. 

Drew’s eyes wandered down the injured man’s body. Drinking in the sight of the beautiful tribal tattoos covering his right arm. The man in front of him was beautiful. His dark beard. Strands of hair sticking on his sweaty forehead, chest heaving hard probably due to the exhaustion, pain or blood loss, a bit muscular but smaller than Drew. He knew why this tattooed man was the gunners’ favourite. He had seen him performed before, saw him moved from one man to another, chained and caged, and also punished by the sickos for no absolute reason but pleasure. 

Drew shook his head. He did not want to think about that now. He needed to save this man. Drew tried several times to convince the injured man, to help him with the wounds and even giving his only weapon, a butterfly knife, to the other man to protect himself from Drew. He understood why the man, Roman, he was sure his name was Roman, was so scared of him. But he was slowly losing blood and Drew did not want to leave him here to die. After several tries, Drew managed to convince Roman to follow him back home. 

Roman was not too heavy but he was not that light either. Fortunately for Drew, he had been working out a lot these past months, which helped him a lot with carrying the injured man. Drew kept on trying to make sure Roman was still with him, but when he heard Roman’s soft whisper for ‘thank you’, he began to panic. 

When Drew finally reached his truck, he opened the back door with a slight struggle. Then he placed the man in the back seat, and he put the knife next to Roman’s head, just in case the man woke up and thought he was getting kidnapped. Drew grabbed the blankets that he had stored in his truck and tried his best to cover Roman’s bare body. He also tried to hide Roman’s face from outsider, just in case he came cross with the group of gunners earlier. 

Once he had made sure that Roman still had a heartbeat, Drew rushed to start the engine, and drive them home. Drew was on high alert of his surrounding. His eyes darted to the sides, checking if there the gunners were still wandering around the small road, and felt relief once his truck reached the big road. He drove fast but also steadily, and glanced back once in a while to see if Roman was awake or if he needed to step on the pedal. 

The journey back home took almost an hour. The sun was covered by grey clouds but it did not rain. The Scot looked down at his watch and it was only 1:50 in the afternoon. Drew pulled over and turned off the engine once he had parked his truck in the garage. He opened the back door of the truck and froze when he felt a cold steel rested against his throat. Roman was awaked and he probably did not remember what had happened before he passed out in the forest earlier. Drew could see how tired and sickly pale the Samoan was. There was confusion but also anger in those brown eyes. 

Drew did not move and only lifted his hands up, a motion that told Roman that he was not going to do anything to him and waited for the Samoan to calm down. Roman did not pull the knife away from Drew when he began to speak, “W-where am I? What are you doing to me?” and Drew could feel the knife was pushed slightly against his skin but not enough to break and bleed as Roman asked the last question.

“We’re at my place. Far from where I found you. This is my house, and I only want to help you. You’re bleeding quite heavily and I don’t want you to die,” Drew answered calmly. His deep soothing voice actually made Roman almost dropped the knife, but he was not going to fall for it. Not again. 

“You’re one of them,” the Samoan’s breath hitched but he did not back down, “What kind of help are you offering? How do I know you won’t be selling me off like they did? Like he did? You gunners have nothing better to do and killing people is what you do for fun. Why didn’t you just kill me when you found me?” Roman’s voice turned cold and Drew could understand why. He saw the scars on the injured man’s torso, his legs and arms. The burnt marks, the caning and now Roman had three new scars to add on his body. 

“You have the knife and I don’t. How am I going to hurt you when I don’t have anything to protect me? I was once a gunner, but I’m no longer with them. I worked on my own, and I’m working to help and save people,” like you, but Drew did not say the last part out loud. “As I promised and swore on my life earlier, I’m not going to hurt you, Roman-” Drew did not manage to complete his sentence as he felt Roman dug the knife deeper, now Drew could feel his skin began to bleed.

“How do you know my name?!” yelled the Samoan. Roman may be injured, dying and losing blood but he still had impressive energy left in him, and he could attack if he wanted too.

“I know you, Roman. As you said, I was one of them years back. I’ve seen you before, but now I want to help you. I can protect you too,” Drew was unsure if he could make Roman trust him, but he had to try. Even if Roman killed him now, where could he run and hide? Drew knew the organization, he knew the people and he wanted to sur they would never touch or even find the Samoan ever again. 

“I don’t trust you, gunner,” 

“My name is Drew,” 

“I don’t care,” Roman’s hand was shaking. Drew could see how badly the injured man wanted to kill him, to drag the knife and slice his throat, but he was hesitating. “W-why would you help me? I can’t pay you back, and the only payment I can afford for protection is myself, to be another sex slave to someone like you, and I was running from that. I want to be free. If I have to be bonded and chained up to your walls, I rather die right here,” Roman pulled the knife away from Drew and placed the weapon against his throat instead, ready to just end it all. To find his freedom. 

“No, don’t! Roman, please, don’t do this. I swear, I’m not charging you for anything. I’m here to help you, people like you-” 

“Liar,” Roman snarled. Drew was frustrated now but before he could say anything a voice from behind him interrupted.

“Drew? You’re back already?” A female’s voice. Drew turned his head and saw Naomi at the door. The black woman with her beautiful afro hair looked at both of them in shock. “What- Drew, what happened?! You have blood on you! Who’s that inside your truck?!” Naomi rushed to Drew’s side in made Roman jumped and almost dropped the weapon. 

“Na, this is Roman, I found him,” Drew answered, short and simple. Roman was staring wide eyes at the woman standing next to Drew. She looked familiar, like he had seen her somewhere before. Slowly, the Samoan lowered the weapon and hid it behind his back, which made Drew let out a sigh of relief.

“Dear God, why didn’t you bring him in? Look at all this blood- were you shot?!” the woman began to panic when she realized who the man inside the truck was. Roman looked back at Drew but the man did not say anything, as if waiting for Roman to answer her. The Samoan turned back to Naomi and nodded silently. 

“We need to get you inside. Drew, I need to check your neck too. God, it looks like an animal just slashed your throat,” Naomi started to rant about preparing the medical kit and calling the doctor. “Help me carry him inside. The other room is empty, he can stay there. I need to call our doctor,” The black woman quickly moved back inside, leaving Drew and Roman in the garage. 

The Scot sighed and turned his head back to the man inside his car. “Can I help you now or do you want to walk by yourself?” Roman lifted his head and stared at Drew, the defiant look was back on but at least Roman was no longer holding the knife against himself. 

“Sorry about Na, she is our nurse and we have our own doctor too. As I said, I just wish to help you, and Na will kill me if anything happens to you too,” Drew’s  voice was soft and gentle, it made Roman feel bad for hurting him. The Samoan tried to move his right leg but he hissed when the pain shot up. He could feel the pain rushed back now. Everything began to hurt again. Drew panicked and tried to move closer to the other man to see what was wrong. Roman bit his lower lip hard before forcing his leg to move down. The Samoan let out a pained cry and it was enough to make Drew react.

“Don’t move, Roman. Let me carry you instead. We don’t want it to get worst. Wrap your arms around my neck,” Roman sniffled but he did as what Drew told him too. He carefully wrapped his arms around the Scot’s neck and was mindful of his injured shoulder. When Drew scooped him up from the back seats and made sure the blanket was still covering the Samoan’s lower half, Roman had to turn his head and bury his face at the crook of Drew’s neck, muffling his groan against the other man’s skin. 

“I’m sorry, Roman. Let’s go inside, we will take care of you,” Drew slammed the truck door shut with his foot before he walked in to the kitchen area, then through a hallway leading to a what seemed to be a living room, then another hallway, up the stairs, right turn, and they finally reached the room Naomi was talking about. 

“Took you long enough, Drew! The doctor was waiting and he had to make a call just in case it is an emergency. We need to get his blood check and also a surgery to get rid off those bullets,” Naomi was moving quickly from one side of the bed to the another side, preparing all the medical equipment and things. Drew moved to the bed and gently placed Roman down. The once white bedsheet now stained with red blood. 

“Well, he was shot three times, Na. If I moved too fast, he’d be in a lot of pain. And he is nearly my size, how fast do you think I can move while carrying someone almost my size?” Drew shot back at the nurse teasingly. Honestly, he did not mind carrying Roman again if he had to. 

“Fine, whatever. Get out, we need to get him check. And tell Sasha to check your wound too,” 

Before Drew could leave the side of the bed, Roman grabbed his wrist, stopping him. The Scot was surprised when he turned to see Roman’s worried face. 

“Roman? Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Drew’s voice was filled with concerned.

“W-where are you going?” Roman unconsciously tightened his hold on Drew’s wrist. Drew was confused by the question.

“I need to go and patch this little cut Na worries so much about,” Drew cut a quick glance at the nurse to see if she reacted, but she had her back turned. “Don’t worry, Naomi and the doctor will look after you. They’re good people,” Drew tried to convince the Samoan that no one in this household was going to hurt him. 

“Drew, get out now! Before I drag you out,” Naomi’s voice made the two man turned their heads. 

“I’m on my way, Na,” Drew smiled and looked back down to Roman. “I have to go. She doesn’t like it when people don’t listen to her. I’ll wait for you outside, alright?” Those dimples appeared again as Drew gave him a comforting smile. Roman wanted to say something but the nurse, Naomi, yanked Drew’s wrist out of his grasp before she pushed the Scottish man out of the room. Roman’s hand was still hanging up in the air. He was not scared of Naomi but he wanted Drew to be in the same room with him. 

Roman was so confused with himself honestly. He did not know what he truly wanted. He still did not trust Drew, an ex-gunner, but the same man also made him feel safe and protected. But trust is what Roman feared. Trust brought him into that hell. Trust almost killed him that night. For trusting another man, thinking he would love him and cherish him, he lost his brothers, his family and his freedom. 

But Drew? He was still unsure about Drew. What was his real intention? Roman wanted to believe every word the man had said to him, but he was too broken and confused. 

Roman slowly turned to look at Naomi and the doctor (who just came in and Roman had no idea when he got there), the two were talking about the procedures and the things that they needed to do to make sure Roman would not bleed to death, having a blood transfusion or something, some medical words that Roman had no idea what they meant. The Samoan slowly leaned back and tried to relax on the bed, feeling headache slowly creeping up on him. He was quite in disbelief still. He was alive. Even with the amount of blood he just lost, and he was still kicking. 

“You’re safe now, Roman. They won’t hurt you anymore,” Roman turned to look at Naomi who was standing next to the bed. The Samoan did not understand how the nurse knew him, but he nodded and whispered out a ‘Thank you’. Naomi pushed the strands of hair covering his forehead before she leaned down and planted a soft peck on his head. Weirdly, Roman did not flinch, he did not try to move away instead he let the woman comfort him. 

The headache was getting worst as he tried to recall who this women was and why did it feel like they had met somewhere before? There was never a female gunner before, but she was a friend to Drew then could she also be allied with the gunners? 

He sighed and glanced at the closed door, silently hoping for Drew to come back soon. 

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Yo this is long ... but are we progressing? Maybe. We have a new character, Naomi the house nurse :3 

Please excuse the errors and all and all. Pleas enjoy. Thank you!

#roman reigns #drew mcintyre #mcreigns #series fic #mcreigns series fic 1

[theassthatquits]

Let it Kill You (2 of 2)

This is part two of two of a little fic I wrote! You can find part one here.

It is cycle 30, or maybe 32? 29? It’s hard to keep track sometimes, everything starts to blend together. Lup, Barry, and Magnus are traversing through the mountains together in an attempt to find the Light before the Hunger strikes in a little under two months. Earlier in the cycle they found it hidden in a cave, guarded by giant bird creatures that were native to this planet. These birds, commonly referred to as the Peacocks (Taako came up with that one because of their coloring and how they’re huge dicks), found the Light right when it dropped, calling it a fallen God and guarding it with their lives. After they located it the first time, the Peacocks moved it and after months of tracking, they finally narrowed it down to a large mountain surrounded by Peacock scouts.

They couldn’t search in the Starblaster, they would be spotted. Their best bet was to go by foot and the three of them volunteered. Lup had offered first and Barry jumped at the chance to spend alone time with her. Or, at least he thought they’d be alone. Magnus invited himself along because he really wanted to find some quality wood to carve in the woods. 

The Peacocks were smart, they had set up traps along the way in anticipation of their arrival. Barry found the first one, stepping into a rope trap and getting dangled from the limb of a tree by one ankle. Lup cackled as she sawed him free and Barry’s face flushed when Magnus gently held him and put him back down on the ground. 

For a week they didn’t see another trap. Lup and Magnus weren’t really looking, they thought the worst thing that would happen is that they’d be swept off of their feet unharmed. Barry was walking extra slow, making sure every pile of leaves, every suspicious stick was as mundane as the other two were making it out to be. 

The second trap was much deadlier. 

Barry had stopped paying such close attention. Lup had wanted to talk to him about the different spells she was practicing and he wanted nothing more than to listen to her talk. Magnus was in the process of shaping a block of wood when all of a sudden he was hit by a giant branch, knocking him off balance and tumbling off the edge of the cliff. Somehow both Barry and Lup had stepped over the rope keeping the huge limb back but Magnus got unlucky. They attempted to save him but the fall was too great. 

They both knew they would see him again in a few weeks, but it didn’t make it any easier. They held a small funeral for him and Barry shed a couple of tears. Lup wordlessly reached down and held his hand for a few minutes. He thought his heart rate was never going to go back to normal. 

---

It’s been about a week with just the two of them and Barry’s never felt closer to another person his entire life. They spend their days hiking up the mountains and avoiding the increasingly more common traps. While they walk, they discuss everything they can think of. Barry talks about his Necromancy research and Lup excitedly listens, bouncing her own ideas and thoughts off of him. She recants tales of when she and Taako were growing up and Barry laughs until his sides ache. At night they camp out underneath the stars and make up constellations for this foreign sky. 

“Do you see that, over there?” Barry points up at the small dots, so far away. “That cluster of stars, if you start at the brightest one, then go up and around and squint really hard, it kind of looks like Merle seducing a plant.” Lup breaks out in laughter, knocking his shoulder with her head. Barry grins in the darkness and finally remembers to breathe once her laughing has subsided. He always seems breathless around her. 

“Gods, Barold. You’re funny.”

“You sound surprised.”

“Not surprised. Just content.”

He glances over at her when she says that, but she’s staring into the night sky. There is no moon out and he doesn’t have darkvision, so it’s hard to see her face but he’s pretty sure she’s smiling. When he turns away to look back up at the stars, he doesn’t notice her shift her gaze to him. 

---

It’s now two weeks until the Hunger comes to this world, and Barry and Lup are feeling the pressure. They still talk and joke with one another, but their laughing feels more hollow, covering up the immense darkness they both feel. They relish in each other’s company, knowing that they could not have survived this long without the other. They have kept one another alive, both in spirit and body. 

After several weeks of hiking and charting and hypothesizing, Lup is the one who spots it first. She has the height advantage, after all. 

“Oh, Gods, Barry!” She cries. “Look!”

Sure enough, Barry looks up and notices a faint glimmer of incredible light poking through some trees on the horizon. They were still a day’s journey ahead, but they were close. 

That night they talked over their plan for the following day. 

“All right, so I think the best course of action is to stay as quiet and vigilant as possible, we don’t know where the Peacocks could be lurking,” Barry said as he drew diagrams of the forest into the dirt, marking out their location and where the light was. “Maybe we should come at it from this angle, I think we will have the best cover if we go over here. I’m sure they will be flying above and we really don’t want them to spot us.”

“Not everything is a science experiment, Barold. I think we’ll be fine.”

Barry didn’t respond to that, the sight of Magnus’s lifeless body still fresh in his mind. “Do you have some sort of spell you can cast to send up into the sky to let them know to pick us up, like a flare?”

“Yeah, I can come up with something. Barold, relax. We’ve got this in the bag. Now, what do you think the next world is going to be like?”

Despite him wanting to continue talking over all possible outcomes and strategies, Barry stepped away from his dirt drawings and sat down next to Lup, listening to her talk about her wild ideas for the next cycle.

---

“Are you ready, Barold? Today’s the day!” Lup is up earlier than usual, excited to have the Light in their hands once again. “Time for some serious world saving. Do you think the Peacocks are going to name a day after us? I am personally fond of Taaco Tuesday but that’s just me.”

“Hmmmm I’m partial to ‘Bluejeansday’, I think it has a nice ring to it.” 

Lup smiles and punches his shoulder. “Well, what about ‘the Taaco-Bluejeans Celebration Extravaganza’? Combine both of our names, make it a big party. But mine has to be first, of course.”

He pretends to bow. “Of course, your highness.” 

“That’s right, glad you know your place, Lord Barold.” 

She walks up ahead of him and he’s glad she can’t follow his gaze. 

After a couple of hours of walking, they are finally close. So close. 

“Can you feel it? I can feel it,” Lup is practically jumping up and down she’s so excited. 

“Yeah, we’re almost there.” It felt like a magnetic pull, bringing them closer and closer to where they wanted to be. Like it was calling out to them. They weren’t paying any attention now, just trying to climb this mountain as fast as they could. Barry didn’t even notice anyone land behind him as they were walking up to a wooden rope bridge. 

Just beyond the bridge they could see the dazzling radiance of the Light. All they had to do was get across. Lup lead the way, eager to reach it when the ground fell out from under them. She expertly grabbed a wooden plank, avoiding the fall to certain death. Barry did not have such an easy time getting a grip, falling slightly more than she did. 

“Barry!” Lup called. He looked up and saw genuine fear in her eyes, a sight not seen very often. “Can you climb up to me?”

“Ahh! Yeah, I think so.” Barry was not great at pull-ups, but the adrenaline coursing through him helped and he was able to scale a few boards higher and within reach.

“Okay, grab my hand and I’ll help get you up the ledge.” She reached out her arm towards him and he went to grab it when the board he was holding in the other hand snapped and broke. She caught his wrist just in time before he fell, but she couldn’t hold it for long. 

Barry looked up near the cliff and saw several Peacocks on the edge, staring down at them. There was no way both of them were going to get out of this alive, he realized as the rope holding both of their weight began to fray. “Lup, look at me.” Their eyes met and his heart ached at her petrified expression. “You have to let me go. Send up your flare, go get the Light, and get out of here.”

“No! Not without you. We do this together.” He almost thought he heard her voice catch in her throat. 

Time stopped as he stared at her, finally fully understanding that he was in love with Lup Taaco and he would die for her as many times as it took. Find what you love and let it kill you, he thought, chuckling humorously at that. 

“What about this is so fucking funny, Bluejeans?”

“I just solved an old riddle of mine.” And then he let go. 

---

Barry was back on the Starblaster, yet another cycle completed in their endless journey. “What happened? Did we do it?” He barely finished the sentence when he was tackled by Lup. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Lup didn’t respond, but he swore he saw her wipe a tear away as she pulled back. 

“Lup, did we do it?”

“We did, but since I was the only one there I think they’re going to go with just ‘Taaco Tuesdays’.”

He smiled. “Yeah, that seems like the best choice.” 

#blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup #lup taako #taz balance #i am obsessed

[lostinwoods]

A satire of How the Inuyasha world went to shit and Yashahime happened!

Before anyone reads any further, there are certain warnings.

Warnings: Mentions of the rainbow pearl being a secret porn stash with nefarious powers. Pedomaru is an imposter.

Trigger: Depicts trauma of an underage Rin. 

A poorly made imagine by an enraged fan, where only Sunrise Pedomaru ( read imposter) is a piece of shit but the rest are moral characters.

Note: Do not be like Pedomaru. Be moral, do not follow porn logic! I honestly did not want to but I realised there is no other sane way to somewhat absolve Sesshoumaru-sama and simultaneously keep it trashacanon. So, blame the plot!

-----How the conversations might have happened back then-----

Kirinmaru- Hey, you Naraku! I gave you life even after having severe case of racism... You have an important mission to complete.

Naraku- Kukuku.... I am the great Naraku-sama. Who do you think you are to make me your underling?

Kirinmaru- The dude who sent the demons materializing in your body. I am the one who turned you half!

Naraku- Fuck you! I am not your slave.

Kirinmaru- *grits teeth* Okay, fine, you youngsters don't know how to work without taking bribes. I would give you the chance to regain the Shikon and would allow your one wish upon it!

Naraku- *Smirks* All according to plan!

Naraku- So, what would you have me do?

Kirinmaru- Do anything, I mean anything but keep away that demon named Sesshoumaru from his home.

Naraku- Why?

Kirinmaru- *Inhales slowly* That guy's got a collection of pedophilia porn stash there, hidden in two rainbow pearls. He is not....and I repeat not to be allowed near his house and most importantly that porn stash.

Naraku- Why?

Zero- Because the Shikon has told me that there would be a union which would be a catastroph in making.

Naraku- So?

Zero- You dimwit, there would be Kids' as a result of his pedophilic relation with his human ward. Even we demons do not support such notions!

Naraku- Wow, never thought a guy could be more twisted than me.

Kirinmaru and Zero- No kidding! Just know that the union should not happen!

-------- 8 years later after Naraku's death-------

What no one will ever know is that the real Sesshoumaru was being kept captive in an underground dungeon and his twin brother, Pedomaru (a sick twisted pedophilic fuck) was postering as him and taking his place after Naraku’s end. He took the rainbow pearls the original Sesshoumaru was keeping away from him.

Zero- Bro, bro... Wake up! Sesshoumaru (she doesn't know he is an imposter) defeated Naraku and now he is spending time watching his porn stash and preparing gifts for his human ward.

Kirinmaru- *Slurs, half asleep* Ya? Go and burn 'em down and keep that kid away from him.

Zero- Yes bro, Imma on my way!

Zero- *Sends Root-head to cause havoc and distract Sesshoumaru. Meanwhile, she flies to his sky castle and steals the rsinbow pearls*.

-----Another 2 years later------

Zero- Bro, wake up! Terrible news, Sesshoumaru's gonna be a dad!

Kirinmaru- *Sits up straight and wears his horse mask to hide the disgust on his handsome face* Keep the kids away from the pearls at all cost!

Zero- Okay, on my way.

------10 mins later-----

Zero- I should have never allowed you near that porn stash. I am a terrible failure of an aunt!

Pedomaru- Zero!

Zero- Oh, you remember my name.

Pedomaru- How could I not. You have no clue what you did. I was on my last episode of 'Boku no Pico' and you took them down. I did not even get to know whether they....

Zero- *Eyes almost falling out of its sockets* Not only Loli but Shota as well??? You are the scum of this century!

Pedomaru- *Smirks* And that got me kids.

Zero- *Smirks* And the rainbow pearls with me!

-----Meanwhile on the other side----

Riku: Kagome-sama? You are the leg. Shikon priestess correct?

Kagome: Yes, I am!

Riku: I am Riku and I am a pirate.

Kagome: Yeah and I am the destroyer of Naraku and also an awesome time traveler. But such things are rocket science to you, Mr. unreliable narrator.

Riku: So, there's gonna be a comet and it's gonna bring calamity. Thus it should be destroyed by the inu brothers.

Kagome: Sure...... Because comets can also do other things...you know things other than setting the ground on fire or creating a hole on the ground... you know, like bringing literal darkness.

Kagome: Oh and Mr. Unreliable narrator, have you heard that my bro-in-law is a major creep who actually had sex with his daughter figure. I am sure the comet can do nothing more terrible.

------10 mins. Later. In a hut----

Inhabitants collectively: God, we should have seen this coming.

Kagome: Yeah, why didn't I take that tongue twister seriously?

Sango: Man, you telling me I have to see this shit happening to a girl the same age I was when I started slaying demons? I had hoped nothing worse could happen to a girl my age, think I jinxed it!

Kaede: Poor Rin!

Rin: *After birthing for several hours* Huh, only if I was an adult, I could have actually given birth without going through two miscarriages in the last two years.

Kagome and Sango: Sorry Rin, we should have never allowed you to go and stay at his palace for those two years. Back then we thought that he was your caring father figure. But, that bastard actually showed you such crap porn and coerced your consent! Rin, you should have reached out to us faster, at the time when he had started those things!

Rin: *With silent tears in her eyes* Yes, back then I did not understand anything. But I started understanding after my second miscarriage. Thus I sent Inuyasha-Sama that SOS. I am only thankful that he barged as my saviour at the right time! The least I could have asked for at this point is healthy kids. They look so beautiful. Finally I can hold them in my....

Pedomaru: *Saunters in and picks up the kids* They need to pass the rite of courage and cowardice.

Rin and the rest: Fuck you too asshole! You dare take them away with a shit like pass some rite. Keep your disgusting hand off them. Get outta here! Right this moment!

Jaken: *Tearfully* I will take care of the rest!

Rin: *Wails mournfully* I lost them again. The one time I could see them with my eyes, that nymphomaniac takes 'em away. Should have listened to Master Ungai back then!

-----In a forest----

Pedomaru: *Places the bundles of the kids on the ground and whips out the rainbow pearls holding his secret porn stash. Then he inserts said jewels in the eyes of each girl*

Jaken: *Erects a barrier that could easily be seen through by Zero* 

Zero: I order you to burn that place down. I am sure he's got some of his stash hiding in that tree. Get the kids away but do not forget to remove 'em, the main stash's in the kids' eyes.

------In a certain Shrine----

Kagome: *Kisses her daughter's forehead and hands her a beni* We had always decided that if we ever had a daughter, we would give her this beni. Keep this with you Moroha, it is an anti-pedo lipstick. It will keep you safe from your piece of a shit uncle.

Inuyasha: *Unsheaths Tessaiga* Kagome, the Pedo and his boytoy's here!

Pedomaru: *Zooms past Kirinmaru and digs into Inuyasha's eye and fishes out a black pearl* Finally found the secret porn stash of Dad. I had always wanted to get to this. Finally! *Seals off InuKag in the pearl and turns towards Kirinmaru* I hope this is fine. Let them watch some porn and educate themselves!

Kirinmaru: * Resets his mask lest it slips off and shows his disgusted face* Well, I guess it's fine for now!

Kirinmaru continues to side eye Pedomaru all the while ploting how to get rid of those porn stashes.

He returns to his abode and speedily creates some underlings.

Kirinmaru to underlings: I order you all to collect the rainbow pearls that are scattered around the continent. Remember, do not look inside them and never use them. They are weapons of great caliber.

Underling 1: *In a nasaly voice* Kirinmaru-sama what is in those pearls.

Kirinmaru: Listen carefully because I would say it once. Those pearls are secret porn stashes of dubious content. They should be removed at all cost. Find them and bring them to me. Oh, and never allow Riku to get a hold of them. That boy has already lost his articulate power of narration after he began that black market piracy of the rainbow-pearl porn stash.

The underlings all shouted in sync: Yes, understood Kirinmaru-sama!

And thus began Yashahime: A tale of twins who embark on a journey to save the world from the rainbow pearls and their wrath!

We sincerely hope they could choose their boat carefully! And the real Sesshoumaru is brought to justice. RIP Pedomaru, the imposter!

#lol post #inuyasha #anime #inuyasha series #lol hyh #antisessrin #anti yashahime #queen kagome #social inept Riku #sad and victimized Rin #trashahime #this shit not be romanticised coz it's not #Imposter Sesshoumaru

[tsukuna]

Side by Side

Summary: You wandered into Red Grave City to warn the "Legendary Devil Hunter" of a certain... negative shift in the area's energy. It was an energy you knew to be demonic, and it grew stronger by the day. But on your way to meet with the intermediary, a noisy bird caught your attention. A noisy bird that would bring you to a frail man on the brink of falling apart.

Rated M • Female Reader • Before the Events of DMC V• Under the Cut • Part 2

The backstreets and dark alleys of Red Grave City were a seedy sort. There were assaults and robberies aplenty, and yet it was there you slinked around. It wasn’t like you were too good for such a sketchy area or anything, you also carried a hidden dagger on your person. Experience told you that was at least one precaution someone had to take. Something was about to change in Red Grave City though, you could feel it prickling on your skin.

In the couple days you had been in the area, you managed to locate a man by the name of Morrison--a man who would help you meet a devil hunter. The two of you scheduled a time to meet once more at a quaint bar to further discuss the issue you were bringing to the plate; however, that time wasn’t till later in the evening and there was nothing you could do to kill time. Any money you had was to be saved for the job ( hopefully the intermediary would buy you a drink at the bar ). And so you walked around, kicking rocks and passively looking about.

When you first saw a dark bird flying about in the sky, you thought nothing of it--until it began to talk. Your eyes squinted incredulously. The fuck? Clearly, this ‘bird’ was no bird. Quickening your pace to follow it, you whistled and called to it, “Hey!” Considering it stopped in place, you guessed you caught the creature’s attention. At that moment, it turned into a mere shadow falling down, and a short moment later, it perched itself upon your shoulder. Ah, a demon.

“Babe! ( Babe?) You gotta help me!” The demon squawked, his voice reminding you very much of a cartoon. It continued to speak after you quirked your brow at it. “I got a dying guy over there! Come on!” If he could’ve dragged you by the arm, he would have. You sighed in resignation and followed, nodding for the demonic bird to lead the way.

The destination was an abandoned, destroyed building that reeked of demon blood. Your eyes caught sight of a collapsed man, who you assumed to be the ‘dying guy.’ Again, the bird was blabbering about something, but you let it fade into the background noise. Cautiously, you made your way to the boy with black hair, hand on your dagger. It was unnecessary though. The man was truly out cold, his body shivering, sweating, and covered in demonic fluids.

You sat beside his body, gently pulling the man’s head onto your lap. You brushed the ebony hair away from his face. Cute. With a deep breath, you focused yourself and reached your hand out over his abdomen. “He’s not in good shape. What the hell happened to him?” You furrowed your brows.

“We were fighting demons and he worked his little body too hard!” He paused, “Is Shakespeare gonna live or not?” Was that actually the man’s name?

“I think so,” you affirmed, “I will do what I can.” Once more you reached out, pouring your own vitality into the cracks of his fractured energy. It wasn’t the most comfortable of procedures, so you hummed songs to keep your mind off the unease.

“Babe, just what are you,” the bird sat on your shoulder and questioned.

“Shh,” you put a finger to your lips without even bothering to look at the source of the voice and continued singing softly. You were not only too busy healing the man, but also trying to figure out just what he was. There was a faint demonic energy inside of him, but everything else appeared human--perhaps even weaker than that. You weren’t quite sure why you were pouring your energy into healing a seemingly doomed person, but it simply felt right--not that you ever cared what was right before.

It must have been nearly an hour before you were done working and certain that he would live through the toll his body had taken. However, he still laid there unconscious, and so you continued to sit there and idly ran your fingers through his hair. “He will live,” you softly spoke.

The demon let out a sigh of relief, “Thank fuck. Though I have to ask, how did you do that shit?” You explained the process without giving away just what you were. Considering you stumbled upon the two just that day, there was no trust there and there wasn’t a chance in hell that you would spill your secrets to strangers.

The chatty creature seemed disappointed in your answer, but pushed it no further.

Next to the man’s body lay a book with a ‘V’ on the cover. Curious, you reached out and picked it up. It was a book of poetry you noted as you skimmed through. Shakespeare indeed. You began to read. After all, there was currently nothing better to do, and considering the fact that it was still light outside, there was plenty of time till you had to meet with Morrison.

After a time of reading long enough for you to get over halfway through the book, a groan came from beneath you. Finally, the man had woken up. The atmosphere certainly became more awkward as he once again gained consciousness. With an uncomfortable smile, you let out a tense, “Yo.”

Dark green eyes blinked a few times and looked back at you with shock and suspicion as he shot up to a sitting position.

“You sure gave me a scare!” The black bird exclaimed before the man could address you. “Thought you were dead for realsies.”

“I just ran out of power,” the stranger spoke in a low, groggy voice, still looking at you out of the corner of his eyes.

“And that still means death to us right now, so be careful,” he responded. Ah, this demon must be his familiar.

The two of them talked further while you sat by watching. Finally, the man focused on you. “And who are you,” he warily questioned.

After you gave him your name, the bird butted in. “Babe here--”

“Don’t call me babe.”

“Sorry. This lady here is the reason your sorry ass is still alive!” This time, he flapped his wings and perched on your head, an action that made you frown. The dark haired--and tattooed, you noticed--man quirked his brow.

“I suppose I owe you a gratitude,” he spoke once more. If you had to admit it, it was quite a pleasant, handsome voice.

You shrugged. “I think this demon here would’ve scratched my eyes out if I didn’t try after walking all the way here.” The chatterbox wasn’t wrong though. I’m almost certain he would’ve died without aid. “Oh, I assume you’re V,” you guessed due to the initial on the book and slid it over to him. “Hope you don’t mind that I read some while waiting for you.”

He appeared to be thinking before responding, “Yes.. my name is V. I hope its contents are interesting.” V began to stand up but it seemed his legs weren’t ready to support him, so he nearly tumbled over.

Quickly, you reached out to pick him back up. “I’m more of a fan of prose,” you admitted, as you assisted him, “but I can appreciate poetry as well.” V was back and steady on his feet, to which he offered a nod of thanks. A moment of silence passed by. “So can I ask what the name of your talkative familiar is?”

Said familiar materialized from the ink of V’s tattoos, “The name’s Griffon.” Much to your surprise another creature formed as well. “And this girl here is Shadow.”

You looked at the demon who took the form of a panther with glowing red eyes, and she looked back at you. Your eyes widened as she brushed herself against your legs like a house cat, which wasn’t a bad thing. Tentatively, you reached forward and scratched the creature behind the ears, a gesture she appeared to enjoy.

Once again, a pair of dark green eyes (much like the colors of a forest) were staring at you rather intensely. “Looks like you’ve got some interesting company,” you tried to lighten the atmosphere.

“Damn right he does!” Griffon squawked.

“I’m a bit jealous, I must say. It has been me, myself, and I for many long years,” you said with downcast eyes. “I think this is the most interaction I’ve had in quite some time.” V merely nodded at your comment, to which you sighed. I won’t get much out of this guy.

A loud groan and gurgle came from V’s stomach, cutting the tense feeling. You couldn’t completely suppress your giggle. “I’m hungry myself.” It was an honest comment. “Wanna find something to eat in Red Grave?”

“I don’t have any money,” he replied, looking to the side with a chagrined expression.

You knew you really needed all the money you had to pay Morrison to pay the devil hunter, but you made an offer anyways. “My treat as long as you don’t expect anything expensive.”

“I already owe you a debt, and it seems I’m about to tack on another expense,” V sighed.

“Don’t worry,” you laughed, “I don’t expect anything. Not that there’s anything you can do to repay me for your life anyways,” you winked.

The comment actually garnered a small smile from the man. “Let us be off then,” he gestured forward. “I should be able to walk just fine now,” V reassured you with a spin of his cane as you moved closer in case you had to catch him again.

The two of you walked in step with one another. Despite it being quiet, you were actually quite comfortable. It amused you when V was the one to break the silence. “What are you?” He asked, still looking forward.

“Hmm,” you hummed as you pondered upon your answer. “How about instead of answering straight up, I propose a little game.” Finally turning to look upon your face, V quirked his brow. “We can do a little quid pro quo. You tell me something about yourself, and I’ll tell you something about myself--and vice versa, of course. The only catch is that our answers must be equivalent to what the other said,” you explained, pointing a finger in the air.

V grinned. “Fair enough.” Again, the two of you fell into silence once more.

Deciding to get the ball rolling, you piped up, “I’m in the city to find a devil hunter. Perhaps you’ll think I’m crazy, but something is coming.” It was a comment you said in all seriousness.

His reply astonished you. “I am as well. I hope to enlist the help of the same devil hunter before the damage comes to pass.”

“Perhaps we should continue being together for the day if that’s your goal. I’m meeting with the intermediary today,” you clarified.

“I hate relying on others,” V put a head to his forehead. “But I agree that is for the best.” You nodded in agreement.

Again, you found yourself in the back streets of Red Grave City, but this time, you were with a companion. You absent-mindedly fiddled around with your most precious treasure--an intricately twisted black-metal ring set with a blue opal. But it wasn’t long before a woman’s panicked voice brought you back to reality. The two of you peeked around the corner to see three men robbing a woman. You took a step forward, but Griffon opened his wing ahead of you.

“Things will get messy if you get involved. Stay out of it.” He then warned V, “And you’re not a demon. If you get shot, you’re dead.”

The men demanded her necklace. “Please, anything but that… It’s a memento of my mother,” she nearly sobbed. But she gave it up as one of them put a gun to her head. You felt a sense of disgust bubble up in you as you thought of your own memento, the ring. V seemed to share your sentiment as his face paled and brows furrowed.

Suddenly, V was slipping, knocking over a trash can and catching the people’s attention. “I should have fed you some mice after all!” Griffon screeched. It wasn’t long before the men began approaching V. You slowly began to reach for the dagger hidden in your boot; however, you tsk-ed at the fact that guns are certainly faster than knives. One of the thieves continued to threaten your tattooed companion over money he didn’t have (you were footing the food costs, after all).

Your eyes widened as the man smashed V in the face with his gun. You rushed and held him before his head could smack across the concrete. “Ha ha. You’ve gotta treat yours and your girlfriend’s life with more care…”

The sound of flesh being pierced hit your ears, and a rush of sharp, black tendrils continued to lash out. “That’s my line,” V coldly replied. “And it looks like you’ve put it in a bad mood.” The black matter continued gurgling, bubbling, and growing around you two. Repeatedly, it punctured the three men’s bodies. Their cries of agony rang out. Soon enough, they were bloody and debilitated.

“Huh, neat,” you softly spoke. V bent over to begin picking up the money, and you followed suit. Three thuds and a cries of agony sounded behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see them lying in pools of blood.

“Why are you moaning like it hurts? It’s just a dream,” V looked at them with disdain in his eyes.

Your gaze turned to the original victim who was trembling with fear. “Stay away stay away stay away!” She screamed. “Please don’t kill me! I’ll give you money.”

“That money is already ours, nobody’s asking for your--” You squeezed Griffon’s beak shut as V carefully dropped her necklace in front of her. Did she even notice? Or was she too busy shuddering? You didn’t really care about the answer, and soon enough, both of you were turning and walking away.

“You look kinda angry,” Griffon pointed out.

Putting a finger to your chin in fake thought, “His expression is pretty sour, huh?” You laughed with the bird. V only sighed and kept walking. Curiosity swelled up in you. “Are those guys gonna die and bleed out or somethin’?”

“And if I said yes?”

You shrugged. “Can’t say I care all that much. It would be a bit hypocritical of me.”

V simply stared at you for a moment. “You’re… amusing.” The compliment surprised you.

A laugh passed from your lips. “I don’t think anyone's ever said that about me. I think people find me to be more along the lines of scary.”

“Hard to find the person who saved me scary.”

“You just haven’t seen enough of me yet,” you gave him a wink. “Ah, there!” You pointed to a burger stand. “It’s probably cheap as shit, and now we have some extra cash to actually get separate meals. But first, let’s clean this up.” You brought your shirt sleeve to his face and wiped the blood off him. “Much better.” It was soft, but you were pretty sure you heard a ‘thank you.’

As one would expect from fast food, the two of you finished the transaction quickly and found a wall to sit against. It didn’t take long for you to dig into your food, starting with the fries. On the other hand, V sat there examining his burger. A confused expression took over your features. “Is there a problem?”

“I don’t want to get sauce on myself,” he stated matter-of-factly. You snorted and even Griffon came out to laugh.

“Seriously, that’s your damn problem?”

“I don’t want to be dirty.” Despite his words, hunger seemed to have won the battle of eating versus worrying about sauce. V had predicted it correctly though--sauce did indeed drip on his pants. Silently, you set napkins in his lap. “Thanks,” he said through a mouthful of food.

As the two of you finished your meals in quietude, you took notice of the darkening sky. With a stretch, you stood up and shook your legs out. Noticing he was still sitting down, you offered your hand to V. He stared at it for a moment, but took it anyway. You flashed him a soft smile. “We should probably get going if we hope to meet with that man Morrison today.”

Making your way to the bar, you observed more and more things about your partner for the day. Firstly, he didn’t need his cane--for walking at least. Other than his moments of fatigue, his gait was entirely normal. But if he didn’t need it for walking, what did he need it for? Secondly, you noticed that when his familiars Griffon and Shadow emerged, the ink of his tattoos came out with them; however, some color remained. Did that mean there was another you had yet to see? There was no denying that V was a man of mystery. You reached the bar before you could ponder further.

“You comin’ in?”

V shook his head. “I’ll wait out here.”

“Alright, shouldn’t take too long,” you nodded to him. You squinted as you stepped into the dimly lit room. At the bar itself, you noticed a man in a hat. It seemed like he was trying to keep a lower profile, so it was likely that that was your man. “Morrison?” You approached him.

“Ah,” Morrison called out your name. “Nice to see you again,” he shook your hand then lowered his voice. “So you have a job?”

“Yes, it is very important that I see this Dante. I have the money,” you showed the bills to him. “Oh, and I also met another man who wants to propose the same job to him,” you added.

“Is that so?” This Morrison man did seem surprised by what you said. He turned around to say goodbye to the employees. “Let us be off then.”

You and Morrison exited the bar, and you reunited with V. “It’s all set up,” you informed him, to which he nodded in response.

Soon enough, the three of you arrived at your destination--Devil May Cry. Morrison went ahead of you two to deliver the job to the legendary hunter Dante. Your gaze turned to V, but he appeared to be having an inner dialogue going on. Eh, I don’t care to interrupt. It was V who broke the silence. “Are you ready to go in?”

“After you,” you gestured, pulling the door open. A mere moment after, you finally looked upon what would (hopefully) be the man to take on your job. Dante was a ruggedly handsome man with silver hair, blue eyes, and a bit of stubble. All in all, he was pleasant to look at, even if his eyes were full of skepticism as he sized you and V up. Dante’s gaze flicked up to Morrison once more though when he told the devil hunter that he was bringing two other people onto the job. The notion seemed to offend him, but he took it with a huff anyways.

A quiet moment passed. “Alright, so for starters… What are your names?” You offered yours up then looked to V.

“ I have no name; I am but two days old…”

Both you and Dante looked at him strangely. Oh, I see. He's reciting a poem. You recalled the pieces you had read while waiting for him to wake up.

“Just kidding. You can call me ‘V,’” he said with a seemingly amused expression before closing his book.

“Okay then you two. Why don’t you tell me everything about this job?” Dante wore an expression that seemed to scream boredom.

You turned and allowed V to explain the situation. “A powerful demon is about to resurrect, and we need your help, Dante.”

“Ha!” Dante exclaimed. It was a reaction you were not expecting. “Now that’s a familiar tune.” He began listing off the requests he’s been given with a certain cockiness. “All of them were kind of a let down.”

“This is special…”

“What’s so special about this one?” You were curious yourself, you didn’t realize how much more V knew about this situation than you did. You were acting on feelings and intuition, but this ebony-haired man seemed to know the issue intimately.

“This demon is your “reason,” V continued, “Your reason for fighting, Dante.”

Dante was quiet before asking, “This demon got a name?”

A smile graced V’s lips. “Vergil.”

#v/reader #v x reader #v #Female reader #Self Insert #v x you #DMC 5 #Devil May Cry 5 #ghuoligans #multichapter #also posted to ao3 #slow burn #devil may cry #this is so long #lol #vitale #vitale x reader #vitale/reader #confused why people call vitale tho) #find me on ao3 as Adagium (Ghouligans) #long one again #woops

[antepenultimatefantasy]

FFX Playthrough Part 18

Hang on, Sin. We’ve gotta catch butterflies

-Aww yiss. World map. Sidequest heaven.

-So first, I go and collect all of the little treasures hidden in secret areas behind passwords and coordinates

-Then it’s back to Zanarkand to pick up the missing treasure from Tetris land

-With all of the temple treasures collected, we head to the Baaj Temple (fantasy Florida) to beat up ribcage fish

-And meet Seymour’s mom!

-She’s the fayth of Anima, the terrifying aeon of suffering

-Her short story – choosing to become a fayth to give power and confidence to her mixed race son, but ultimately leaving him thirsting for something that he’ll never have – is crazy compelling

-And Anima has such an evocative design

-Anyway, she needs a mom name, so she’ll be Beverly

-We then head to the Calm Lands to pick up everything we need to get the last obtainable aeon, The Magus Sisters!

-Which means kicking Belgemine’s ass for the last time

-Which is really easy with Anima

-God, her summoning animation, where she gets pulled out of hell (?) with a hook in her neck is so badass

-Don’t! Mess! With! Beverly!

-Anyway, Yuna gets the Magus Sisters, who are the three baddest drag queens in all Spira

-They’re sassy, classy (and a little bit assy)

-I’m naming them Jesse, James, and Meowth

-Now that Belgemine’s bloodlust is sated, we send her to the farplane and continue on our merry way

-And get ultimate weapons!

-Honestly, I love/hate this part

-Some are so fun to get (Yuna, Auron, Rikku)

-Some are hell (Tidus, Lulu)

-Because I have all the aeons I already have everything I need for Yuna’s, so check that off the list

-Auron’s requires capturing monsters in a bunch of different places, so I’ll do that concurrently with some others

-The poor fiends in the beginning of the game are just getting truly demolished by my team

-UH

-In a moment of clear karmic retribution, at Mushroom Rock Road the team gets totally eviscerated by Dark Jessie, James, and Meowth

-Note to self: don’t go there ever again

-Okay, getting Rikku’s weapon is so fun

-Love hunting these cute little hot mess cactuar guardians

-Of all of the final fantasy enemies, cactuars have to be among the best

-Ugh, same Chava

-Oh fuck, we accidentally push Elio off the airship when we catch him

-You were too good for this world, sweet prince

-Okay, so after slaughtering all of those cute little Cactuar, and destroying whole ecosystems up and down Spira, we now have Yuna, Rikku, and Auron’s final weapons. 

-Now for the hard ones

-It’s butterfly time for Kimahri!

-Honestly I always remember this minigame being much more miserable than it actually is

-It’s honestly made much better by imagining Kimahri prancing through the forest collecting butterflies

-Okay, 4 down, 3 to go

-Getting Wakka’s ultimate weapon though?

-The worst

-UGH

-So much blitzball! 

-Final Fantasy? More like FIFA Fantasy!

-Am I right?

-Anyway, I have to play like 100 Blitzball games because I drank dumb bitch juice and didn’t space it out throughout the journey

-So I break it up with other ultimate weapon getting

-All that’s left is Tidus and Lulu

-The two hardest ones….

-RIP in peace me

-OMG

-By some pure stroke of luck, I got Tidus’s within like half an hour! 

-The balloon/bird god was smiling down on me

-I’ve only ever gotten it one other time and it took me like three days! 

-Take that, Chocobo jock lady!

-Getting Lulu’s though?

-Dodging that lightning?

-It’s literal hell

-Like I get it in four tries

-But my blood pressure and stress levels are so high throughout the whole thing

-My lizard brain literally thinks I’m being hunted by predators and my heart rate is racing

-I literally think I’m going to have a stroke while dodging the last 10 bolts

-Ugh I’m so glad that’s over

-And then it’s just an endless expanse of Blitzball in front of me

-I’ve recruited like a really good team so I don’t even have to expend effort to win, which in some ways is worse because each game is SO BORING and takes SO LONG

-Fun little hack though, if you hang out in your own goal and all of the opponents are far enough away, no one will come bother you and you can run down the clock 

-Easy!

-Also, after playing 44 games (I counted) the recruitment on all the teams got super wonky

-The original Aurochs now mostly play for Luca? 

-The Guado Glories now have a total of 2 Guado on them (out of 6 players)

-The Al Bhed Psyches recruited a couple of Guado?

-Guess they got over all that *checks notes* genocide

-And finally, when I feel like I’ve forgotten the plot of this game, we have everyone’s weapons!

-Last stop before story time? Omega Ruins

-Basically where a dude 700 years ago hated Yevon so much that he turned into a giant superboss

-Honestly, that’s not such a bad deal

-This cave is filled with real bad baddies

-Including a fake of Omega?

-Who you can just bribe to go away?

-Anway, when it comes time to fight the real Omega, Jessie, James, and Meowth make short work of him

-And it’s all sort of anti-climactic?

-Auron’s just like “Shoo back to the Farplane”

-Then we leave

-Welp, that’s everything I wanted to do before beating the game! (No, I’m not gonna overpower everyone and take on all of the wild stuff that happens at the monster arena)

-Most everyone’s already doing 5-digit+ damage, so I think we’ll be fine

-Back to world saving!

#Final Fantasy #ffx #ffx tidus #ffx yuna #ffx rikku #ffx kimahri #ffx lulu #ffx wakka #ffx auron #playthrough

[bakudekuficlibrary]

BakuDeku: Supernatural Elements

A lengthy one this will be, all the goods in one list for your viewing pleasure!

These supernatural elements are all fantasy related works such as werewolves, vampires, demons, and more. Here is the list in order:

120 Works.

- Werewolves: 18 Works. - Vampires: 13 Works. - Mers/sirens/selkies: 13 Works. - Ghosts: 17 Works. - Witches & Fairies: 6 Works. - Angels & Demons: 21 Works. - Zombies: 4 Works. - Youkai/spirits/Kitsune: 1 Work. - Naga/monsters: 7 Works. - Mixed Elements: 20 Works.

~Eve ❣

Werewolves and were-creatures

[Discontinued] a boy and his dog: a wolf's tail by Ramabear (RyMagnatar), TheatricalPlacenta ( E | 102,947+ | 6/? )

In a world of supernatural beings, one young man is doing his best to get by.

Izuku’s a simple human and a college student, curious and cautious with a generosity and kindness that can be killer. But when a chance encounter with the Big Bad Wolf of campus breaks him out of his shell, will Izuku succumb to the flames of his new desire, or will he rise above it all?

But this bad boy Katsuki isn’t all that he appears to be. Behind that prickly exterior is a heart of gold and beneath that lies a hunger that Izuku can’t yet fathom.

Even if Izuku can manage to tame the wolf on his tail, what will he do with the beast inside of himself when it comes calling?

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Noncon groping ]

K-9 by warschach  ( E | 18,304 | 1/1 )

Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

You. Me. The Moon. by Copkilla1990  ( E | 67,555+ | 17/? )

it started with katsuki's uncontrollable werewolf wet dreams.

or something like that

[hiatus] i will not be tamed by the dark by wonduhhwoman  ( M | 10,530+ | 2/? )

Katsuki is looking to tie himself to the wielder of the Great Spirit of Harmony's power through a blood bond. Aizawa has other plans for the famed King of Beasts.

or

Izuku saves a wolf and earns a guard dog. It's begrudging on both sides.

Dear Fellow Traveler by Morpheel  ( E | 19,863+ | 4/? )

On the verge of completing a cure that would see to the end of many common ailments, Alchemist Izuku Midoriya grows desperate at the realization that he is missing a key ingredient to his brew.

However the blanket of night looms overhead, promising trouble to any who would dare venture out into the deadened woods at these hours. Many travelers have lost their lives braving the dangers of the forest, but it's a risk that Izuku must take, as the concoction would be unusable by the crack of dawn.

Yet the forest was never supposed to hold Werewolves.

Sorely unprepared for a run-in with the Alpha of a desperate pack, Izuku is captured, and held hostage within their ranks. In the midst of a clan afflicted with illness and death, Midoriya must survive the temperament of clan leader Bakugo Katuski, while attempting to find a cure for their affliction.

Easier said than done.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Child Death ]

You're Everything A Big Bad Wolf Could Want by ElopeToTheSea  ( T | 23,959 | 5/5 )

Little red riding hood

I don't think little big boys should

Go walking in these spooky old woods alone...

In which Izuku saves a wounded dog, and ends up with a mate for life.

crescent fever by umbrage  ( E | 4,116 | 1/1 )

The night before a full moon, a werewolf’s inhibitions are at an all-time low.

Juggernaut by warschach  ( E | 19,357+ | 4/? )

What had four legs, a tail, fur all over, and went 'woof woof' in the dead of night?

Katsuki's soulmate, Izuku Midoriya, the werewolf.

Which is funny-if you're fucked up in the head and you're going to get real fast why Katsuki was a special Frosted Flakes brand of 'fucked'- because Katsuki's profession clocked out monsters' time card early.

It should be fine.

Narrator: It was, in fact, not fine.

(or Katsuki meets his soulmate at the worst time and under the worst circumstances, tries to deny his feelings while battling monsters, attending class-yea,no-, and trying to piece together the giant gaps in his past. so adulthood except everything does want to kill him.)

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage ]

Friction by warschach  ( M | 20,057 | 3/5 )

Izuku's getting married today.

To an alpha he hasn't met and doesn't know beyond his name and the kind of strain he was born with; lion if anyone was curious. And it wouldn't be that bad of a situation but Izuku's an alpha too with a tiger strain, and you know the spiel about alpha-alpha unions more fighting than loving in those bedsheets.

So there's a high probability this whole sham marriage might go up in flames if they're not careful; and when was the last you heard about alphas being careful, huh?

(or Izuku makes the right dumb decision to marry the right alpha under the wrong conditions)

Through Lies and Deceit by Shadowolven ( E | 15,351+ | 2/? )

Supernatural beings, termed occults, haunt the land in search for human victims for their consumption. The surviving human race, having splintered into numerous settlements across the land, struggle in a never-ending war to keep the occults at bay and to ultimately eradicate the fiends.

Izuku and Katsuki are such habitants, training to become professional hunters like their ancestors before them, aiming to become vigilant protectors of humanity. They've spent many years together in training and off, and tonight, on an evening full of celebration, they were given one last opportunity to relax and be the youth the town expected them to be.

But, things go terribly wrong when the truth becomes discovered: Katsuki Bakugou is not a human.

[ Homophobia | Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

He Who Catches by TouchofFever (UntappedChaos) ( M | 5,281+ | 2/3 )

Fantasy/Werewolf AU Izuku only survived the winter of his fourth year because a tribe of werewolves took him in. He became one of theirs, a son of wolves. Guilt made his wolven mother return him to humans once the seasonal melt arrived, but that didn't stop him from making a promise with someone... a someone who, however precious, he forgot in order to live.

Call of the Moon by SurelyHeavenWaits ( E | 44,662 | 11/11 )

Bakugou is a werewolf and his wolf hungers for one thing- well, one person. His childhood best friend. And he refuses to let his wolf hurt him.

[ Mildly Dubious Consent | Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

Izuku & Wan-chan by errant_rivalry ( G | 2,120 | 1/1 )

A unusual dog visits a boy so he doesn't spend Halloween alone.

Mine by bkdkwritingsdump ( M | 2,505 | 1/1 )

Izuku’s just a humble alchemist who lives in a cottage in the woods… with his werewolf boyfriend, Katsuki. Every month, when he can no longer control his wolf instincts, he gets particularly possessive, maybe even too possessive. (He’s still a sweet little sap under it all, though.)

Let Me In, Let Me In by osakakitty ( E | 3,131 | 1/1 )

Izuku finally has a day off from vampire hunting, and decides to spend it binging candy and television. His werewolf boyfriend has other ideas.

Halloween Exchange gift for Bubblyn!

Wolf’s Bane by tenneiah ( E | 24,041+ | 5/? )

It’s a world ruled by the humans.

It’s been 30 years of wolves getting hunted and killed by them. 30 years of prejudice, taboos and discrimination between both species. 30 years since the leader of the werewolves was murdered, trying to achieve peace.

Still after 30 years, a nerd named Izuku finds himself assisting an injured wolf in the middle of the night, in the heart of Tokyo.

[ Genocide References | Graphic Depictions Of Violence ]

The Hunting Party by MarionetteFtHJM ( E | 50,488+ | 12/? )

Izuku had gotten himself into many messes over the years. He’d once got stuck in the back of a restaurant after hours because he’d been too shy to ask someone to let him out of the staff bathroom he’d locked himself into. Or that time he got stuck on a roof of a house saving a random cat for some little girl’s sake. Or when his mom left him home alone for the first time and he invited four neighborhood stray dogs into the house and they’d made a mess out of everything. Come to think of it, most of his messes involved animals. Comically he thinks, this is no different.

(Alternatively: Izuku and Katsuki get caught in the crossfire, fake date and then solve some problems for some dangerous beings)

The Reason It's Wrong by Merrywetherweather ( T | 10,247+ | 4/? )

Izuku Midoriya is a Were species, a type of creature that has the ability to shift into a specific animal. As a rabbit Were, his mother had always taught him that

1) Weres had to keep themselves hidden, even from other Were species

2) He had to keep his identity a secret to protect himself from humans

and

3) He would most assuredly be hunted and killed if a predator Were found him out.

Bakugou Katsuki is such a predator Were. But his head's a mess, his primal wolf instincts conflicted about the newest hunt he's taken up.

An animal Wereau.

Vampires

red like wine by wbtrashking (fan_nerd) ( M | 12,593 | 1/1 )

Katsuki stops, startled by something crashing through the bushes. He hopes it's just an animal knocking into a tree, but his instincts have prepared him for the worst. He comes face to face with a deeply-wounded man, his eyes feral and dark. Blood drips from his clothes when the man falls to his knees.

Anybody with a wound that large has to be up to no good. Katsuki knows that fact very well

vigilance by wbtrashking (fan_nerd) ( M | 8,190 | 1/1 )

“I understand if it’s too much to deal with right now,” Izuku softly starts, “but I’d appreciate it if you two could tell me what's going on.”

One youth with silver hair offers him a wary look. “You with those creeps who have scales?”

Izuku shakes his head.

Then, the red-haired young man looks Izuku up and down, staring into his green eyes for a long moment before he speaks again. “There are rumors, right―about people that aren’t one hundred percent human.”

“Sure.”

“I’m one of them.”

Izuku and Katsuki are well-known vigilantes in Japan. Rumors about them spread far and wide, occasionally making their jobs more difficult. When they catch word of a syndicate doing awful experiments on children, the two of them chase down those responsible and make them pay.

Vampire Deku by Betery ( M | 7,453+ | 4/? )

Being quirkless doesn't mean you can't be a hero. Being at the right place at the right time and the gumption to DO something makes you a hero. Sometimes this can have fatal results; luckily fate was smiling was looking down on Izuku and he did in fact not die. However, something else DID happen to him that will affect him for the rest of his life.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

A Drop of You by felicitous ( E | 7,920+ | 2/? )

When Izuku is out celebrating with friends, he notices a familiar face in the crowd and learns that his childhood friend has changed in ways he never imagined possible.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

your kiss tastes so red by kewltie ( T | +4,057 | 1/? )

A wolf and a lamb falls in love. It's the perfect fucked up fairy tale.

[ Obsessive Behavior ]

Lovebites by mynameis152 ( E | 128,941+ | 39/? )

Katsuki Bakugou was going to hate this summer.

He thought he'd hate it because he was being forced to leave home and work for his mother's friend in a small, seaside town. He thought he'd hate it cause he was being punished for burning his room to a crisp. He thought he'd hate it because he hated change.

But it turns out, he hated the Supernatural Turfwar between four species that shouldn't exist but do a whole lot more....

Or

The one where Katsuki is forced to move in with Inko for the summer and finds himself falling for a particular bloodsucker....

[ Suicide Attempt | Graphic Depictions Of Violence ]

Bad Days by GreyDayMoon ( M | 11921+ | 6/? )

Izuku was having a pretty bad day.

Someone else was also having a shitty day too and ended up bleeding out in the alley Izuku was walking through.

Izuku in his bleeding heart nature decided to help him.

The day got worse for Izuku.

[ Graphic Depictions Of Violence ]

Don't Play With Your Food by bkdkwritingsdump ( T | 1,067 | 1/1 )

Katsuki feels apprehensive about the arrangement he's made with Izuku; he knows a vampire and a human shouldn't be in love. (But, here they are anyway.)

War of Hearts by Simplyfx ( T | +13,022 | 4/? )

Bakugo Katsuki hates vampires from the bottom of his heart, reason why he had promised himself to exterminate all of them from the face of the earth. His resolve falters when he meets Midoriya Izuku, a vampire who claims to hate him to death.

Ivory by Dark_Mage_Ayumu ( E | 3,566 | 1/1 )

When he looked up, Izuku was sitting in his lap. His mouth hung open as he panted harshly, messy hair even messier as it clung to his forehead. Katsuki could clearly see his top row of teeth, and how massive and sharp his canines were.

“Kacchan… Please… Just a little… I promise…”

[ Underage ]

Don't want the world to see me by undertake_r ( M | +4,167 | 2/? )

Katsuki doesn’t really think of himself as a good person. He never has, he knows he isn’t.

He supposes this was just karma coming back to bite him in the ass.

His dull red eyes stare up at the grey sky, blurry with the rain falling from the clouds above as it mingles with the blood from his weeping shoulder and probably broken nose.

The dull throb from the slice in his arm felt warm as his natural healing closed the wound slower than normal.

He’s going to have to use his last packet of blood on this bullshit. Fuck.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

you said you'd keep me honest (but i won't call you on it) by arifail ( T | 10,738 | 1/1 )

Deku wasn't Katsuki's problem so there really wasn't any good reason for him to be standing outside the nerd's door, hollering loud enough to wake the dead.

Or for Deku to be opening the door looking like the dead Katsuki had woken up.

Crimson Concrete by pearliegrimm ( M | 29,817+ | 16/? )

Bakugou Katsuki was pretty sure he had this vampire shit down to a tee. All he had to do was stay away from the sunlight, avoid churches and not have any attachments to humans? That was literally how Katsuki had lived his life up until now- it was the exact same, except, he supposed, with higher stakes (ha, get it?)

“Hey dude, does this mean you can’t eat garlic bread anymore?”

Oh.

OH NO.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

Merpeople, sirens, selkies

[Abandoned] Green Sea by HG_Wells ( M | 7,263+ | 1/? )

KatsuDeku Mermaid!AU (I haven't seen very many of them around and at this point it's just plain annoying)

Izuku Midoriya is Prince of the Sea, a young Merman who was next in line for the throne. He has everything a Merman could ask for, except for one thing; Freedom. He wants to see what the surface is like, but it's against every law in all Seven Sea's to breath air. But what Izuku thinks is a small trip turns into a live or die situation, and he finds himself placing all of his trust into a talented Biologist to get home.

Sugared Saltwater by halcyonwhispers ( T | 6,956+ | 2/? )

As a high class model for most of his life, Katsuki knows the ins and outs of any gig. He’s worked with Oscar-winning actor “All Might”, had his face plastered on magazine covers, and modeled Gucci and Prada for fashion week in Milan with that asshat Todoroki, so shooting a fucking perfume ad shouldn’t be hard.

Not even with the overgrown fish in the tank.

///

that one au where katsuki’s a super model and risks his ass to save a merman (and vice versa)

Songling by Seatrix ( Not rated | 2,471 | 1/1 )

A long time ago the sirens, who had ruled the seas for eons, decided they wanted to go onto land, and so they brought their songs and shared it with the civilizations on land.

Centuries later, all that remains of a siren is but a small scale set at the base of the siren’s throat, these creatures called themselves Songlings, and lived next to their original home-the sea.

There are many ways a scale could break.

For Midoriya Izuku, heartbreak broke his.

Fish Eye by sweetautumnwine ( T | 7,707 | 1/1 )

Izuku, a solitary merman, finds himself captured by aquarium staff and imprisoned in one of their laboratories; the man assigned to observe him, Katsuki, was on the boat when he was ensnared in the nets. As they grow to know each other more, Katsuki must decide where his duty lies, and Izuku must learn what his heart desires.

Fishy by warschach ( E | 19,417 | 1/1 )

Izuku’s convinced his hot co-worker/neighbor, Katsuki, is a mermaid-or merman- you gotta consider genders even with mythical creatures- and plans to prove it.

(or this is kinda like the show ‘Monster Quest’, except Izuku actually finds said monster, falls in love, and have sexy times.)

The sea, it calls me by MochiUs ( E | 17,860+ | 3/? )

One was searching for what was lost. One was looking for what was rightfully his. They were creatures of the sea, and this was their tale. This was the story of how a selkie and a merman fell in love.

[ Suicidal Thoughts ]

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by kewltie ( M | 1,834+ | 1/? )

Even the devil got nothing on Bakugou Katsuki, but it may have hand him something else. Something otherworldly, something scaly and with a tail.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

green around the gills by umbrage ( M | 9054+ | 3/10 )

In a world where mythical mer are born and bred for entertainment, Bakugou abruptly finds himself charged with the care of a battle-scarred betta.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | PTSD | Mentions of Abuse ]

shipwreck on the red sea by flowercafe ( M | 12,036+ | 3/? )

Izuku’s always been wary of sharks, but he never expected to come face to face with one like this.

or

Midoriya Izuku is a village fisherman who embarks on a dangerous quest to save his small mangrove village from starvation. When he accidentally stumbles into the treacherous waters of an apex predator, Izuku must figure out a way to endure the cold fury of one deadly and very volatile shark mer.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

Lifesaving Kiss by Paper_Wings ( E | 14,840+ | 4/? )

When a terrible storm sets in without warning, and Izuku is thrown overboard, he finds himself face to face with a living creature of legend. Stranded on a rock in the siren's den, the young sailor has seven days to convince the beautiful, but deadly siren to spare him.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Dubcon | Panic Attacks ]

The Secret of the Sea by Trinatee_the_Manatee ( Not rated | 4,372+ | 2/? )

When he was young, Katsuki was very close to an omega merboy named Izuku. One day, a band of pirates came and stole Izuku from him. Now Katsuki is setting sail with a rowdy band of privateers, and he swears on the sea that he will get his Deku back.

What Am I? by FadedNobody ( T | 6,959+ | 1/? )

After crawling onto land over five years ago Katsuki discovered that life as a human could be pretty damn great. So when he finds himself training some nerdy green eyed loser at the surf shop why does his world suddenly stand still?

+++

Izuku's stuck in life and as door after door of opportunity closes before him he turns to the only thing he has left. Surfing the blue waves of his home town. So where did this blonde asshole come from and why does he insist he's a local?

for whatever we lose by kindaopps ( Not Rated | 4,553 | 1/1 )

He locks the pelt up in a chest, and keeps the key hanging from his neck.

The boy's face was devastated, but Katsuki found even that quite beautiful.

[ Dub-Con ]

Ghosts

[Discontinued] Casper Ain't Shit by CaridwenAngetueur1 ( M | 16,328 | 12/12 )

In which Izuku and his mother are murdered and become ghosts.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death ]

The Dust We Have To Breathe by Tyranno ( T | 11,861 | 8/8 )

Bakugo made a big mistake--a huge one--years ago that he never stopped regretting, and now there's only one student from his highschool getting into UA.

Well, 1½.

(Ghost!Izuku)

help our souls by writedeku ( T | 13,773+ | 3/6 )

Yagi Izuku died at the relatively young age of twenty one, and maybe he might've been content with that - except for the fact that he just can't seem to find the afterlife. Enter Bakugou Katsuki - the Police Academy's finest detective, angry at the world, conspiracy theorist, who quite literally walks into him one early evening on a late October's day. Katsuki hates him, or at least, for the first twelve hours.

I'll haunt the shit out of you by SlytherinsInSpace ( T | +13,258 | 8/? )

First of all- ghosts shouldn’t have anxiety.

Of all the fucking things that could have followed him into death- it had to be an ever-impending sense of doom and discomfort? Hadn’t he already reached his doom? Was death and doom not enough?

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death ]

Handkerchief Dude by zubateatscakes ( M | 10,631 | 1/1 )

Mr. Anger Issues might be an alien, Izuku thought. He couldn’t explain his apparently unlimited voice volume otherwise.

“What have you just called me?” The guy cracked his knuckles and, face twisted in an evil smirk, stepped forwards into his personal space.

Izuku became very pale and then turned as red as a tomato. He flinched and moved backwards, but the man kept approaching. “Did I say it aloud?”

“You fucking did.”

“Oh crap. Sorry?”

“Take your fucking lame excuse for an apology and stick it up your ass,” Mr. Anger Issues spat out, nails digging into his palms.

Ghost hunter Izuku travels between the world of the dead and that of the living. Katsuki is troublesome and likes to brawl.

One day, Izuku finds Katsuki in a dark alley, and their lives entangle together.

Deal with the Devil by stars_go_dim ( T | 9,596+ | 3/? ) 

“So... I’m in hell?”

“Yeah, basically.”

Katsuki paused for a moment and looked Satan in the eyes with an unreadable expression.

“Sweet.”

—-

In which Katsuki makes a deal with the devil and is forced to spend the rest of his time on earth with Izuku until the deal has been successfully completed. However, not everything goes according to plan as Katsuki faces many problems along the way, as he slowly but surely begins to develop intense emotions for the boy - more intense than he had originally planned.

[ Major Character Death ]

Daffodils by magnificent_catastrophe ( T | 5,305 | 1/1 )

Bakugo's been running from his past, a past that holds feelings he's wanted nothing but to bury inside of him. Then one day, a fragment of his past comes to life. Now Bakugo has to deal with his 3rd Year at UA on top of a beast from his past. The road ahead is filled with tears and heartache, and quite frankly, Bakugo's not up for the challenge.

[ PTSD | Mental Illness and Instability ]

Yūrei by EclecticIsMyMiddleName ( E | 53,804+ | 4/6 )

Izuku's apartment is haunted by none other than Bakugo Katsuki's ghost. Imagine his surprise when he finds out why Katsuki's ghost can't rest in peace.

[ Major Character Death ]

Mizpah by SchnellerTod ( M | 6,086+ | 3/? )

The one in which Izuku gets a new life and Katsuki gets pain in the ass.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death ]

Yūrei no Eiyū by FandomManiac22 ( T | 42,281+ | 16/? )

"If you wanna be a hero that badly, there’s a quick way to do it. Believe that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off the roof!”

When Katsuki’s comment comes at just the wrong time, Izuku takes his advice. But it is not the end.

Alternatively:

In another world where Izuku is attacked by the sludge villain on the way to school instead of after it, his dreams get crushed too soon. With nothing to save him and Katsuki’s words ringing in his ears, Izuku decides to end it all by jumping off his school’s roof. As his body cracks on the ground, Izuku does not pass on to the next world. Instead, he is left as a ghost among many others. When the slime villain escapes from jail and attacks the person Izuku can’t help but care for, he learns that there may be more to his afterlife than he thought.

And maybe he can be a hero after all.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death | Suicide | Depression ]

Amateur Ghost Hunters by bkdkwritingsdump ( T | 19,768 | 15/15 )

Izuku, aspiring film producer and fanatic of the paranormal, somehow convinces Katsuki, a staunch skeptic, to start an internet series with him where they investigate supposedly haunted sites. And with both boys attempting to hide their feelings for each other, one has to wonder if it's true what they say about horror and romance…

Hearse by Yousayhun ( M | 4,694 | 1/1 )

I will never go backwards I will never be free I will never run faster Will you sink down to me? I will never go backwards I will never be seen In the wake of disaster, will you sink down to me?

Or the one where Bakugo-kun is seriously sad and Izuku is a ghost.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death ]

EVP Sessions by autochorystalize ( T | 9,682 | 2/2 )

Izuku had been interested in the paranormal for years now, spending many weekends exploring haunted locations and trying to document proof of spirits. Tonight was the start of his next big project: creating a documentary series about paranormal investigation.

Katsuki thought Izuku was full of shit, but he always showed up anyway.

[ Mentions of Suicide ]

Unseen by Catching_Wildfires ( Not rated | +2,864 | 1/? )

If Izuku knew anything about himself, it would be that he was dead.

He didn't remember how it had happened, but here he was, sitting right on top of his school rooftop, gazing into the sunset, with no one else to see him-

"What the fuck are you muttering about, shithead?"

-until now

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

The Witching Hours by bkdkwritingsdump ( G | 2,622 | 1/1 )

Katsuki’s apartment is definitely haunted, but the ghost actually seems to like him, maybe even love him. Can he date a ghost? Is that okay!? Izuku thinks yes, but then again, he’s the ghost ;)

Pit Stop by bishounen_curious ( E | 2,821 | 1/1 )

Izuku's best college memory is definitely when he fucked a ghost on a weekend hiking trip during his junior year.

Written for Scarlotis Luna for a Halloween Exchange!

Quietus by Kovhha ( T | 12,936+ | 3/? )

Green eyes struck his and pinned him in place. Bakugou froze, and his knees felt weak. Big green smiling eyes looked back at his. Freckles wrinkled in a grin, curled hair cupping his cheeks. It had been the happiest damn picture of Izuku Bakugou had even seen. It was so alive, Bakugou almost thought he saw movement from it. But it had just been a picture. A worn picture now that he was looking. It was yellowed and curling at the edges, a stray water stain rolling over one cheek. It was nothing but a cheap imitation of the real thing, nothing but a lingering memory, quickly being forgotten by the passing people. There was a stand holding equally wilted flowers and long burned out candles. It was very far from the rest of the bodies, Bakugou knew the site well.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death ]

Witches & Fairies

That One Time Bakugou Blew a Fairy by CaridwenAngetueur1 ( E | 962 | 1/1 )

Bakugou meets a stranger in a club and decides to give him a blowjob.

Unfortunately, the stranger is a fairy.

a deal of a lifetime by needsmoresleep ( T | 3,903+ | 2/? )

Izuku had been told many times not to wander outside of the woods or too close to human civilizations.

Your Darkness is My Light by Pikachuscribbles ( G | 1,177 | 1/1 )

Bakugou Katsuki is a new era Umbra Witch; something he found out was part of his lineage at age four. However, a certain green haired boy -his best friend since childhood- always had a knack for attracting trouble. And now, here they are, with his Deku somehow trapped in Paradiso, covered in scratches and bruises. And it’s up to Bakugou to take him back home.

A World of Enchantment by NightshadeDawn ( G | 721 | 1/1 )

Izuku's been dreaming of a song for many years. He never imagined where it would lead him.

Burn the Witch by sundaechii ( T | 2,233 | 1/1 )

A week after the start of summer break, the Bakugou’s got a new neighbor.

Dreaming Awake by butterfly78 ( T | 1,970+ | 1/? )

Bakugou Katsuki is just an arrogant witch trying his best. Dorms aren't conductive to secrecy, but by god he's gonna try. Canon compliant until I stop caring.

Angels and demons

Stick The Landing. by theweakestthing ( T | 7,609 | 2/2 )

Bakugou stared at the now gaping hole in his ceiling, blinked several times before his eyes trailed down to the pile of debris in the middle of the room.

"What the fuck?" Bakugou whispered, brows knitted, "what the fuck!" He yelled, shaking vigorously with rage.

The pile of debris shifted and moved, giving way to something that looked suspiciously like a body. Fluffy green hair appeared from the rubble along with the rest of a very naked man that didn't have a single scratch on their body apart from something on the man's back, it was completely absurd, utterly absolutely completely absurd. The man turned toward him, smiled wide and moved slowly from the debris, ceiling tiles and splintered wood moving around the man's legs and feet.

"Kacchan," the man said, smile wide and kinda scary.

"What?" Bakugou barked, taking a step back, really though what the hell was happening.

I Summoned a Demon 101: an In-comprehensive guide to Corporeal Demon Do's and Don'ts by EAter ( E | 96,150+ | 36/? )

Midoriya Izuku was born with a quirk: the ability to summon and bind demons from an alternate plane to do his bidding. With only a few days left until the UA entrance exam and still no offensive-type demons in his arsenal, Izuku makes a desperate venture at summoning one corporeal, a feat he had never before attempted. He'd say it was a success- but he doesn't actually know if it'll be more a help or a hindrance. Especially since Bakugou Katsuki is, well, kind of a shit.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage | Panic Attacks | Dissociation | Mentions of Rape | Mentions of Child Abuse ]

One of You by LucianPrompto ( T | 2,658+ | 3/? )

When you hear the word “special” or “unique” what is the first thing you think of?

Some might say themselves, the place they live or the people around them, or even something like the weather that day.

In another world, Midoriya Izuku desired to be this above all else. To be able to be a well-loved hero with a cool quirk to protect everyone with. But in this world, he wished nothing but to be like the other, hidden, unknown, quirkless.

In this world, Midoriya Izuku is what many people would consider “Unique”. You see Izuku had a secret. While he had the power to protect, he would not have anyone to protect being the monster he is.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

Bound to You by Magefeathers“ ( T | 5,751 | 1/1 )

There were a few moments of nothing but the static, and Izuku feared that maybe the demon had disconnected after all. But then the voice spoke again, and this time it was flat, listless, without any of the anger and fire Izuku had come to expect from it.

I exist to destroy you, Midoriya Izuku,” he repeated. When he continued his voice was bitter, and almost sad. “I’m bound to you. I am going to steal your breath from you, because that’s the only way for me to be free. Sooner or later, one way or another, I will destroy you.”

[hiatus] 7 Sins by kacchansass ( E | 5,704+ | 1/7 )

Izuku gets invited to a party where he knows his childhood crush and on-again off-again friend would be. He wants to repair their friendship—but before he can get anywhere with Katsuki, some kids from a rival school crash the party. Katsuki, being the leader he is, confronts them outside.

Hours pass, and Katsuki still hasn't returned.

AKA the Jennifer's Body AU nobody asked for.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

Icarus by BrightEyesEren ( M | 44,694+ | 5/9 )

“Young man, let me tell you the story of an angel born without wings.”

What's the difference between an angel with wings and an angel without them? Between sin and enjoyment? Between living a life of purity and a life of freedom?

Izuku summons a demon by the name of Katsuki to find out.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

Vertigo by warschach ( M | 34,142+ | 5/11 )

“Guardian—you’re an angel? My angel?”

Whoa.

That was offensive as hell coming from a unicorn working an afternoon shift at a coffee shop. At least he didn’t have a damn horn protruding out from his damn skull. Not that Katsuki judged supes on their appearance—magic could do only so much and it took a once massive creature and condensed it into a human suit so some things were bound to be uneven—but this guy, his guard until someone or something decided to do Katsuki a solid and off Izuku, called him out.

(or Katsuki is an unwilling guardian angel, Izuku is his unwilling guard, trouble happens, and maybe they fall in love)

Fight for the fall by Ereri_Garbage ( T | 1,205 | 1/1 )

Angels probably had a worse fate than demons. When an angel aged 16 years they were returned to the heavens to be tested by god and to see if they were fit to live amongst the clouds with the strongest warriors or doomed to live a life on earth, fallen.

The World Is Silent (we are loud) by RedHeadsRock1010 ( T | 77150+ | 17/? )

There is only one Angel and one Demon at a time – born each generation after the previous one dies and destined to keep the balance of the world in a vicious battle of good verses evil until the end of existence.

The current Demon stared at the Angel humming and weaving pink flowers into his own bright green curls. A crown of red roses already sat on the Demon's head.

Yeah, fuck that bullshit.

love black as sin by clairesail ( E | 7,394 | 1/1 )

Kacchan has always been something ethereal to him. Magnificent, beautiful. Someone Midoriya's own mortal hands were not worthy of touching. Little did he know how right that feeling had been.

Only, not in the way he expected.

Fuel for the Fire by EclecticIsMyMiddleName ( E | 12,630+ | 1/13 )

Hell is full of demons, and Bakugo Katsuki is one the most infamous (or should we say, "popular"?). His job is to give the demon fuckers what they want in exchange for their souls. Sure, he enjoys the "perks" of his job as an incubus, but he's never felt anything for his victims.

Until now.

Alternatively Titled: "Izuku Accidentally Summons an Incubus and Learns About Demon Anatomy"

[ Major Character Death ]

Lucky for Me by Daiako (Achrya) ( E | 4,837 | 2/2 )

Izuku, Katsuki's summoned succubus, takes an attack meant for him. Katsuki decides to deal with an unwanted rush of emotion in the only way that makes sense between them.

Kinktober, prompts are wings and rimming.

Broken Horns & Fragile Wings by zuccin ( G | 1,682 | 1/1 )

When Izuku was a child, he met an angel. An adorable angel that lived next door, Bakugou Katsuki. Years passed and Midoriya (or Deku) is sure his angel got even cuter by the time; he's glad they are together.

// In an universe where Angels and Demons live peacefully together, a green haired demon falls in love with an angel.

Broken Angel by Atinyhamster ( M | 56,549| 24/24 )

With his mentor sick and dying, Izuku is left with no choice but to make a deal with a demon. Unknowingly he sets off a chain reaction, starting with a price far greater than he ever imagined. But hell is nothing like he thought and he is left questioning everything he has ever learned before.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Implied/Reference Self-Harm ]

Soft Wings by actualdevil ( T | 1,533 | 1/1 )

As someone already prone to accidents, it was no surprise when Deku took a bad fall during track practice.

(Or, a quirkless AU where everyone has wings for no reason)

"Small, but Pretty and Shit" by SugarRose22 ( G | 3,179 | 1/1 )

Izuku's quite insecure about his wings, but someone he knows actually thinks very differently about them than you would have guessed.

Katsuki is up front with his feelings, as he always is.

The wingfic no one asked for but I'm writing it anyways.

Angel and Stranger by ColourlessZero ( E | 6,478 | 1/1 )

The warrior angel, Bakugou Katsuki, is sent to the mortal realm to slay the demon prince. His travels lead him to ancient ruins in a barren desert and the bright-eyed mortal named Izuku. Desparate to rid himself of the emobodiment of annoyance, Bakugou agrees to teach Izuku a song. The only problem, Izuku is a terrible singer and Bakugou is losing patience fast.

Will he be able to get Izuku to leave before the demon prince's arrival?

Saving You by TarynToffee ( M | 13,089+ | 3/? )

Angels weren't supposed to exist, so what does it mean when Izuku meets a crimson-eyed angel with an explosive personality in his bedroom who says he's there to save him and his life suddenly shifts and not for the better?

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

Saudade by zuccin ( G | 1,972 | 1/1 )

When a plague that only affects demons reaches the north, Katsuki is called to help control it with his healing abilities. The demon Midoriya can understand why, but still, he still misses his angel.

Just three weeks, just three weeks and he'll see his angel, Katsuki, again.

'Twas You Who Wounded the Pure by WhenJoshIsJoseph ( T | 1,381 | 1/? )

When Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku, two firefighters, die saving people in a fire, they arrive in the afterlife and are assigned to Heaven and Hell - but it doesn't work the way everyone expects it to. A mix up in the records proclaims Bakugou an angel and Midoriya demon...

...Only, it was meant to be the other way around.

Now, Bakugou must race against time and prevent Midoriya from becoming a full fledged demon if he's ever to save him, and in order to that, he needs to find out what Midoriya held against him when he was alive.

Feelings were never meant to come into it.

___

Or, Bakugou is the awkward angel, and Midoriya is surprisngly good at being demonic.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

Tainted Love by FireFoxFireFlies ( E | 2,416 | 1/1 )

Izuku falls for a fellow angel and is cast out of heaven for this crime. He soon finds himself in the arms of a demon who "consoles" him.

[ Major Character Death | Implied/Referenced Suicide ]

Zombies

365 Days Without Incident by The Emerald Eyed Boy (MissingOneEye) ( Not Rated | 18,703+ | 18/? )

On October 29th, last year, Izuku Midoriya was killed in a car accident.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death ]

Love That's Left Behind by ploThief ( T | 1,439 | 1/1 )

The trio flinch when they hear the tale-tell guttural moan of hungry zombies. Two new zombies have heard the commotion. One looks savage, face twisted forever in an angry scowl. The other is plainer, moving with a slight limp. The two are bloodied and dirty, but in much better condition than most zombies they cross. Newly turned, Ochaco’s mind supplies. It leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

[ Major Character Death ]

Footprints in a Reddened Sky by Hollowed_Soul ( T | 6,577+ | 4/? )

Izuku Midoriya is quirkless, he moved towns due to excessive bullying at previous schools. Izuku has never met Bakugou nor All Might and Bakugou is in UA along with the others. It seems pretty normal. Except it's a zombie apocalypse and Midoriya has been turned to one of them.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

breathe ( E | 2,336 | 1/3 )

For most, the zombie apocalypse was something they had started out with. For others, they were born in it. Izuku Midoriya was the unlucky one out of many to be born inside of one.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death ]

Yokai/Spirits/Kitsune

Hearts of Men and Yokai by GreyDayMoon ( M | 53,598 | 27/? )

Katsuki was relaxing in the forest simply enjoying his peaceful world when a small six year old green haired incarnation of trouble came across him. Even worse, the kid seemed to be able to see yokai. Now fully annoyed but also intrigued, watch Katsuki interact with the child.

OR: An AU inspired by Natsume and the Book of Friends and Kamisama Kiss

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

Nagas/Dragons

In the Eye of the Storm by CheshireButton ( M | 122,611+ | 13/? )

Izuku Midoriya is a scientific prodigy seeking a cure for a rapidly spreading neurodegenerative disease. A potential clue in his research points to a fabled island, guarded by an eternal storm from which no travelers have ever returned. He navigates through the hurricane and discovers an island that is anything but uninhabited. He must adapt to survive against the natives who place intruders in three categories: warriors, mates, or meat.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

The Offering by Bakuholic ( T | 7,032+ | 4/? )

Every year, an offering is given to the dragon race as a trade off for the dragons' protection. This year, Izuku Midoriya is the human offering.

He trembles at the very thought of his death being by the claws of a dragon. However, his expectations of his future seem to turn when an ash blonde alpha dragon begins to grow fond of him and adds him to his hoard of treasure.

(I"m not good at summaries it seems)

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

Deku's Dumb Dragon by Lochan10 ( M | 9056+ | 4/? )

Midoriya meets a dragon at the age of 4, and ends of being best friends with the dragon for years. But one day Midoriyas Royal friend, Prince Todorki, Uraraka, and Knight Iida come across Midoriya and the dragon they have heard about but never met per Midoriyas request only to realize it was the Barbarian Dragon King their friend had been friends with for years.

And Midoriya didn't even know himself that he's best friend with a king. The Barbarian Dragon King himself no less. So what happens when he realizes the truth?

A fluffy story of Bakugou secretly pinning after Midoriya for years only to finally do something about it when his identity is revealed by the half and half bastard.

This is Yuuei by Logsnake ( T | 24,509 | 13/13 )

This is Yuuei. We have hunting, fishing, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problem are the pests. You see, while most places have mice or mosquitos, we have… dragons.

(Or the first How to Train Your Dragon but with Izuku as Hiccup and Katsuki as Toothless)

Hoarding Treasure by Swifty_Heart ( M | 10,234+ | 2/? )

Humans are becoming extinct, plan and simple, no one knows why but fifty years ago the sky and earth suddenly opened and dragons appeared soaring the sky and climbing out of the ground, they will come in a scoop up a single random human and then take off, they won't destroy anything or take anything else just one single human and leave...its lead to a strange sort of peace.

Strange Encounters by kacchansass ( E | 3,273 | 1/1 )

Midoriya Izuku is the General of his people, the dragon shifters known as the Ryuujin. His main task as an alpha warrior is to safeguard his people. Bakugou Katsuki is an explorer set out with the great task of gathering knowledge about people that are scorned from the rest of the mainland.

Two worlds collide, for better or worse.

[ Rape/Non-Con ]

Walking in the night sky by Daiako (Achrya) ( M | 5,414+ | 3/? )

Bakugou is your typical mildmannered dragon shifter and biker, turned out from his own world and forced to live in the human one. Nothing special about him at all. He's content to move from backwater town to backwater town, keeping to himself, and making no attachments. At least, he was until he met Izuku, a waiter too cute for his own good, in a strange town that refuses to let him leave...

Mixed Supernatural Elements

Hard to Say by halcyonwhispers ( T | 8,390+ | 2/? )

Izuku is a Halfling, born after his faerie father spirited away his mom and then left her behind. Never quite fitting in with the humans or any of the supernatural beings in his small town, Izuku hoped that going to a diverse college in the big city will help him finally make friends.

Katsuki’s family has been powerful witches for generations, and he’s no different. Talented and a proclaimed genius to boot, he knew he shouldn’t waste his time on this dumbass (disgustingly cute) half-blood.

Or,

two idiots fall in love and don’t get that the other’s awkward cues are just a result of romantic tension.

Sick Like Animals by osakakitty ( E | 3,848 | 1/1 )

Whenever Katsuki Bakugo is struck by his seasonal heat, Izuku Midoriya agrees to help him until it ends. He takes Bakugo into his care, providing him with the stimulation he needs. One morning, after a night of light sex, Bakugounfortunately finds his heat unquenched.

Fantasy AU in which Katsuki Bakugo is half-beast, and Izuku Midoriya is an alchemist in-training. They both have a mutual understanding and need and for each other. Sex ensues.

Lucky for you by Daiako (Achrya) ( E | 3,603 | 1/1 )

Katsuki is a summoner, a damn good one. Which makes accidently calling forth a timid Incubus and ending up bonded to him all the more infuriating. It only gets worse when he realizes he can feel the demons emotions and that it's is very very hungry. The only way to quiet the bond is satisfy the demon’s needs and complete the spell.

For Kinktober, prompts are incubus and bonds

The Bonds that Bind Us by DMMegsie ( E | 44,568+ | 7/? )

Travelling with his trading caravan, Izuku is on his way home when they stumble across an already heated battle in the middle of an open field in the dead of night. Being mistaken as part of attacking party, Izuku finds himself fighting off the fabled Demon King of the Mountains of Fire.

However, during the battle, Izuku breaks a necklace on the Demon King that held an unspoken promise from his mother from long ago, which changes everything.

Nothing ever as it seems, nor is it simple. As an omega of elven descent, Izuku has a lot to learn about the greater world and himself. The same could be said of the half dragon lord of the mountain.

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con ]

all gifted by fitzefitcher ( T | 9,129+ |  4/?)

The thing about gifts is that they're meant to be given, they're meant to be shared; so Izuku will take his gifts, so freely given to him, and share them with all he holds dear.

Izuku is born without any gifts, as his kind often are, to a witch mother and salamander father, on one sweltering night in July.

[ Abuse | Bullying | Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

The Arsonist vs The Tree by Annoying_Tourist ( M | 2,979+ | 1/? )

The great dragon Katsuki had spent the past few centuries cultivating his reputation as the fearless ‘Beast of the Western Lands’. Everywhere he goes, he leaves a trail of fire and ash in his wake. But soon his life of treasure hoarding and raiding villages doesn’t seem as fulfilling as it used to be. Was it time for him to settle down, make himself a permanent home and start living a more peaceful and humble life?

Naturally, Katsuki decided that the ‘next step’ in his life was to build himself a grand temple next to Musutafu, the biggest village in the Western Lands. The humans would learn to worship him eventually.

The tree spirit Izuku- an actual deity and self-proclaimed protector of Musutafu- takes issue with this.

Reparations by Merrywetherweather ( M | 37,459+ | 15/? )

When Izuku was a child, he was told to never enter the woods. But being in possession of the shortest attention span a four year old is capable of, he ignores his mother's warnings and stumbles after a very pretty butterfly. What he finds, instead, is a friend. His first and only friend.

Izuku is in his twenties now and he no longer runs to meet with the childhood friend who pushed him away so long ago. His mother and their village are on edge because he's way past his presenting years and he still hasn't had his first heat. He's defective. An omega who can't present can't find a mate or have kids, not like he's ever been inclined to find someone or have children. After leaving the confines of his small minded human village and wandering out into the woods once again, in search of a better life, that all changes when he runs into the one person he hoped to meet but never thought he'd see again.

Bonds Don't Break by DeKatsu ( T | 1,360 | 1/1 )

Katsuki catches an unfamiliar scent in his territory and decides to hunt it down. He doesn't expect to find Deku at the end of the trail.

You, who didn't listen by Preintice  ( E | 7,601+ | 1/4 )

Time always was a blurry conception made by humans. It implied a race against time. It implied choices and pressure. However for those whose Time had no impact on, it felt like languorous torture. Where you try to find an objective of your own, either be it dying or playing, but grow quickly bored from it.

Katsuki (to become Bakugo) was in search for recognition, power and chaos.

Deku (to become Izuku Midoriya) was in search for redemption, acceptance and comprehension.

And together, they fell.

[ Graphic depictions of violence | Major Character Death ]

Belonging by MochiUs ( M | 2,525+ | 1/3 )

A ghost and a werewolf. An unlikely pair. They were on the search for the answer to their problems, but they gained something more along the way.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

An Old Church Ground by KingHugin ( Not rated | 6,526 | 1/1)

Ever heard the legend of the Grim?

They say it’s a large black dog, an omen of death. That if you’re unfortunate enough to ever catch a glimpse of one. Then well… you never really live to tell the tale.

That’s only one of the legends and not the one of this story, though I guess it still ends in death.

 Or a story where Katsuki is the Grim of an old church ground, and Izuku is… well he’s something else.

[ Major Character Death ]

An Unlikely Pair by bkdkwritingsdump ( T | 1,751 | 1/1 )

Katsuki is a fire wizard stuck with a life-magic familiar whom he thinks is utterly useless to him. During a battle with a particularly nasty demon, though, Izuku might just prove his worth.

The Monster That Stole My Heart by Merrywetherweather ( T | 4,855 | 1/1 )

Katsuki's been stalking this specter for the past week as it's been infringing on his territory. After finally engaging with it, he learns that Deku's been squatting in the graveyard for almost a month.

Katsuki makes it his business to help this ghost move on and get gone. Deku and him will need the help of Uraraka, the witch, and the vampire, Todoroki, if they want to try and fix whatever made Deku a mostly incorporeal spirit.

A little oneshot I thought up and wrote for Halloween.

Werewolf in The Witch's Forest by Unoutan ( T | 6,035 | 1/1 )

The sky is blue, the air is chilly and the leaves are falling all around the forest, but a wolf with pale fur is close to death at Izuku's feet...and the witch-in-training, collecting his herbs alone amongst the trees, is the only one who can help.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

Day of the Dead by JunNoAce ( E | 10,676 | 1/1 )

There was no worse feeling than believing that you were to weak to protect the person you held most precious to you and living out your life without them.

Imagine Bakugou Katsuki's shock when he finds his Deku again half a century after his murder jumping into his arms.

.... It's a romantic tragedy with porn. Lol!

[ Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death ]

Puppy Love by kacchansass ( G | 3,286 | 1/1 )

Bakugou Katsuki has a crush on the idiot spirit Midoriya Izuku he's soulbound to protect. He thought that his trial to become a full fledged Guardian Werewolf was the hardest thing he'd ever faced, but he may have spoken too soon.

Series Part 2 of Bound Together

Heart Keeper by Quirkyasfok ( Not Rated | 1,078 | 1/1 )

Katsuki had never considered being a Heart Keeper as part of his future, but then again, he also never thought Izuku Midoriya of all people would kill himself.

[ Implied/Referenced Suicide ]

Kaleidoscope by Disney_Princess_Izuku ( T | 5,141 | 1/1 )

Izuku is a witch. He just needs to find his familiar. Enter a boy that is a wolf, and a wolf that is a boy - with wild red eyes and sharp smiles.

And Izuku thinks:

"Oh, it's him."

Smoke and Mirrors by Daiako (Achrya) ( M | 5,160+ | 2/? )

Hundreds of years ago All Might, the last of the once great Celestial race, used his divine sword and all his power to seal the necromancer known as Father, and all his undead minions, in Unchanging Deadlands. Peace followed and All Might, and his broken sword, faded into legend.

But all peace eventually ends and, as undead hoards and monsters of nightmare crawl forth from the barren islands to the south, a group sets out from the north in search of the broken sword to once again seal the threats away. Lead by Demon Prince Todoroki and Dragon Prince Bakugou they’re the best their people have to offer, ready to lay down their lives to stem the tide of darkness.

And then there is Izuku, a mild mannered apothecary, devoid of magic, who has never learned not to touch whispering objects of power.

[ Major Character Death | Graphic Depictions of Violence ]

torn fur, blunt teeth by SageMasterofSass ( E | 29,816 | 11/15 )

After eight months of being collared, Izuku is finally free. But a dark, stormy city is no place for a lonely shapeshifter on the run.

[ Past Rape/Noncon ]

#BakuDeku #BNHA #bkdkfl masterlist #masterlist #long post #au: supernatural #w:violence #w:rape #w:mcd #t: sh #t:homophobia #t:suicide #curator eve #end me this took so long #rip I'm out of commission for now #*sleps*

[daisyxbuckley]

O’Death//Calliope Kane Book 2

Description: The Grounders have been defeated. The people on the Ark have landed safely….so where is the rest of The 100? Calliope and her friends must work in a race against time to save everyone..no matter the cost 

@cxddlyash

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"There comes a time where you would kill for the one that you love."

The group had been walking for about two hours in silence. James walked on the left side of Callie as Bellamy walked on the right. Murphy was up ahead of the group, still shackled. Finn and Monroe were a few paces behind Callie and the boys with Sterling bringing up the rear.

The silence was palpable as the only sound was the crunching of leaves and sticks under their feet. Callie noticed Bellamy shooting glances at James and sighed. She knew that they didn't exactly like each other but she was hoping that the jealousy that he was feeling would eventually fade..though she had no clue what they actually were.

"So where do we go from here?" Bellamy asked waving around at the fork in the forest. He pushed Murphy a bit in the back as Murphy shot him a glare and stopped.

Holding his hands up, he stared Bellamy down." How about we get rid of these first."

"No way." Bellamy said shaking his head. There was no way in hell that he was cutting him lose to run around free.

"Come on man. What if we get attacked? I need to protect myself." Murphy said with a slight wine to his voice that made Callie rolled her eyes.

"Then I guess you die." Bellamy said shrugging as Finn stomped forward. Cutting Murphy's binds free he threw them into the woods and looked at everyone.

"There. Now show us where we are going." He said stomping off into the night. Callie looked at Bellamy and shook her head motioning for him to follow the angry boy. The last thing all of them needed was Finn flying off the handle.

"What are you doing?" Bellamy asked catching up to him. Glaring, Finn stopped walking and motioned to Murphy.

"It was your idea to bring him." Finn said rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, because he's the only one who knows where to go. Without him we have no way of finding any of our friends." Bellamy said waving his arm slightly.

"So then we probably shouldn't leave him defenseless." Finn said his voice raising to match Bellamy's. "Besides we can handle Murphy." He said shaking his head. Callie closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. Monroe caught her eyes when she opened them and Callie laughed when the other girl rolled hers and agreed.

"Guys, lets just go. We have a job to do." Callie said breaking up the stare down. The group started forward again as everyone started following her.

"So does that mean I get a gun?" Murphy mumbled as Bellamy shoved him forward.

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The light was starting to shine through the trees and Callie realized they had been up most of the night. Stifling a yawn, she felt Bellamy's hand rub her back as she looked over at him and smiled.

"You doing okay?" He asked quietly. He realized that she hadn't really rested yet. His adrenaline was keeping him up but he was worried about Callie.

"Yeah, just tired. Ready to find everyone and have them home." She said shrugging her shoulder s a bit. "It's always another battle, another issue, another thing that we have to fix. And I'm tired of it honestly. I just want to be able to breath."

Bellamy nodded agreeing with her. Since they landed it had been one massive fuck up and he was getting tired of having to play hero all the time.

The trees started to part as a village came into view. Bellamy grabbed Callie's arm as she landed next to him. The rest of the group followed suit as they scoped the place out. Looking around the village, Bellamy handed his scope to Callie so she could see.

"Nothing but grounders. I don't think our people are here." She whispered to them.

"They have some of the stuff from our drop ship." Bellamy whispered back as Finn looked through his own scope.

"Son of a bitch." He hissed as his grip tightened on the gun. "Look." He said having Bellamy look.

"The guy with one eye. Look what he has around his neck." Bellamy looked and tensed. Callie stole a peek and knew what he was upset about.

"It's Clarke's dads. It was his watch." Finn said quietly. Callie shook her head "she wouldn't have given that up without a fight."

"Then neither will we."

The group backed up so they were hidden by the woods and formed a plan. "Finn, James you're with me. Monroe, Callie and Sterling you guys stay here and keep watch. If this thing goes south you take out who you can and run." Bellamy said looking at the group.

Everyone nodded but Callie who stood there shaking her head. "No, you need someone who can speak the language in case he doesn't speak English." She said crossing her arms. All three guys gave her the same look as she shrugged. "What? Know your enemy, it's like the first rule of war."

Murphy rolled his eyes and leaned up against the tree. "So does this mean I get a gun now?" He asked.

"Something like that." Bellamy said with a grin sliding across his face.

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The plan involved Murphy being used as bait. He stood in the path of the grounder until he saw him and goaded him into the woods where Bellamy and Finn proceeded to knock him out. Finn was a little too happy with the plan and Callie was starting to get worried.

They ended up trekking back to a bunker that Finn had found with Clarke when they first landed. It was a smaller space but cozy enough and secluded enough to hide out for a few days. They had tied to grounder to a chair and Callie had a serious case of deja vu as she leaned against the wall. James stood with the other two as she observed.

The grounder was breathing hard as well as the boys. Due to the enclosed space, the heat caused all of them to strip out of their jackets. Callie was in her tank top and had put her hair up in a bun trying to keep the sweat out of her eyes. Bellamy was standing in front of the Grounder breathing hard. They had been trying to make him talk for the past hour and everyone was about out of patience. His shirt was stuck to his skin due to the sweat and Callie had to do all she could to pull her eyes away.

"Okay, I'm going to ask you one more time, and you're going to stop bullshitting us." He said getting in the Grounders face. "Where did you get that watch."

"I told you . I found it outside your camp." He said spitting out some blood that had collected in his mouth.

"He's lying." Finn said coming forward. "She would never give that up or take it off." Bellamy nodded agreeing with him.

"Where is the girl you got this from." He asked again. Murphy rubbed his eyes as he came to lean next to Callie with an exhausted  look on his face.

"There was no girl." The Grounder said again. Murphy moved forward again with a dark look on his face.

"Another lie." He said standing next to James. "Maybe you should stop being nice."

"Shut up Murphy." Bellamy hissed as Callie walked up to them. "Look we know you took them, just tell us where."

"Murphy is right. We are just wasting time." Finn said walking towards the Grounder with his gun raised. Callie quickly ran forward as the other three guys started yelling. "Answer the question!" Finn yelled pointing the gun in the grounders face.

"Finn stop! We don't want to do this." Callie said trying to keep her voice calm. "There are some lines you can't uncross." Finn ignored the girl as he started beating the grounder. Callie tried to put his hand on his shoulder to get him to stop and come back to reality when he turned towards her and shoved her to the ground pointing his gun at her face. Finn had a murderous look in his eye and Callie was insanely scared.

James and Bellamy both had their guns raised at the boy as they were yelling. "Finn put the gun down!" Bellamy said his voice dangerously calm. Finn's finger was on the trigger and Callie thought that he would actually shoot her. Hearing the safety of a gun click off, the redhead looked at James as his eyes were trained on Finn, Callie knew he wouldn't hesitate.

Finn slowly moved the gun back to the Grounder as James quickly put his safety back on and helped Callie get up and pulled her to the wall. Putting his hands on her face he looked over as she kept her eyes on Finn.

"Are you okay?" He whispered. Callie nodded as she finally tore her eyes away from the scene that was going on. Bellamy ignored the way that James was touching Callie as he tried to bring Finn back to them but the boy wasn't having it.

"1....3..." Finn started counting. The Grounders eyes went wide as he struggled against the bonding.

"Fine. FINE I'll tell you." He yelled. "Your friends are east of here. Where we take our prisoners of war." Finn put his gun down as he got closer to him.

"How do we get there?" He asked as the others looked at each other.

"I'll draw you a map. You should hurry though, soon they will outlive their usefulness."

"And you thought I was the crazy one." Murphy said as he walked over and leaned back against the wall.

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"Let's head out, we need to go if we are going to make it before dark." Bellamy said getting his jacket back on.

"What about him?" Sterling asked as he and Monroe had come back into the bunker to go over the plan.

"We leave him here tied up till we get back." James said looking at Bellamy who nodded agreeing.

"What if he escapes? He knows where we are going." Murphy said standing up and grabbing his bag.

"We aren't killing him!" Bellamy yelled as Callie came up next to him grabbing her own bag as well.

"I don't see another option. If we don't take care of this now it will blow back on us and you know it." Murphy said arguing back.

"He's unarmed Murphy." Bellamy said shaking his head. "We can't kill him."

"He's a Grounder. Come one guys one of you has to agree with me." Murphy said looking at the rest of the group.

While the boys were fighting, Callie walked over to the Grounder to check the binds. Smiling slightly at him she was almost done when a shot rang out. Callie blinked as she processed the wetness on her face and the hole in the grounders head. Staring at it with dumb look, the girl wanted to scream but couldn't.

Bellamy ran over and grabbed her trying to clean her off while looking at Finn. "What the hell man!" James yelled at Finn. Finn said nothing as he turned to the stunned group.

"Let's get moving." Finn said as he walked away.

Bellamy handed Callie a rag to clean her face off with. When she didn't move he started to gently do it himself. "You okay?" He whispered to her. Callie just nodded as he wiped the blood and brain matter off her face.

"Bellamy, this is going to end very badly." Callie said whispering as she grabbed his arm and they started walking away.

Bellamy agreed...if only he knew how much.

#bellamy blake #bellamy blake fanfiction #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake imagines #bellamy blake x oc #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 x reader #the 100 x oc #bob morley

[halflivd]

❝ BEWARE MALE ARTISTS MAKING ART ABOUT EMPTINESS. NOTHING DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU. GIRLS OWN THE VOID. ❞ . 

MERVE BOLUĞUR? No, that’s actually ANTIGONE KARASU-LEE. Only 27 years old, this HUFFLEPUFF alumni works as a INDIE SINGER & VOLUNTEER and is sided with THE NEUTRALS. THEY identifies as GENDER NEUTRAL and is a HALF BLOOD (VAMPIRE) who is known to be MOODY, RASH, and ARGUMENTATIVE but also CONSIDERATE, DETERMINED, and REBELLIOUS.                     //                            PINTEREST.   SPOTIFY.

tw for slight reference  manipulation. gas lighting. etc. + drug + drinking mention. 

ANTIGONE KARASU LEE.

BIRTHDAY: JAN 31st.  AGE: 27. JOB: INDIE SINGER ( POP-ROCK) & VOLUNTEER & ST. MUNGO’S SEXUALITY: PAN SEXUAL.      GENDER: GENDER NEUTRAL/FLUID PRONOUNS: SHE/HER/THEY/THEM ( any really ! they don’t care ! ) WAND: willow / phoenix core / 14 1/2″ / brittle PATRONUS: phoenix. (formerly an owl.)

    PINTEREST.   SPOTIFY.

BIO.

tl;dr ver.    antigone, stage name tiggy, is the lead singer and bass player of an independent rock-pop band at night, and a volunteer at st. mungo’s hospital by day. the child of tulip karasu and barnaby lee, antigone is the definition of an anarchist. a rebel. believing in no order or rule that should go unbroken. a wild child; they lived with no care. till they half died. and now like the antigone of fiction, they’re stuck in the world between with only their music as their confidant of their vampiric infliction [ until recently when they dropped it randomly at their last concert as a FUCK YOU to the ministry / because STICK IT TO THE MAN. if no one else were going to stick up for their rights / tiggy SURE AS HELL WAS. ] 

the actual history.

Tulip Karasu & Barnaby Lee where year mates at hogwarts ; they didn’t run in the same circles all the time,     but had somewhat fleeting, yet fiery encounters. They were never a “thing”, they were never meant to be a “thing” — but it was just a case of a school reunion getting way too rowdy for comfort. It took Tulip three months into the pregnancy to notice that anything was wrong; being such a live in the moment women, she barely noted that her period hadn’t come in months —- and by that point, she thought it far too late to do anything about. but it put her life on stand-still; which was a lot to say for the rebellious woman. eventually; she gave birth to a beautiful little spirit named antigone.  ( Tulip had recently been on holiday to greece and saw what she considered to be a lovely play. ) Then began the search to track down the father; because tulip was not going through this alone. Recounting the possible affairs; she managed to narrow it down to one barnaby lee. a discovery that left Tulip in shock, but only met by ‘goo’s & ga’s’ from the little antigone.

Barnaby’s family wasn’t thrilled with this news; they were reluctant to accept the halfblood into the family. ��they demanded lee be added to the name, but barnaby and tulip settled it outside, deciding it better if antigone was raised solely by tulip — with barnaby providing financial support and occasional visits, and finally with adding lee to the last name. It worked as an appeasement to both families, and created a calm, yet still exceedingly tense familial relationship.

Tulip  … tried as a mother,   but wasn’t that best,   often not sure of what things were age appropriate — and also instilled a blatant disregard for any rules in antigone. safety? wearing helmets? listening to adults? never heard of them.  they lived without consequences and wholly in the moment.

they were terrible at school; their one defining trait being their performances in the frog choir ( a bargain plea made to stop them from expelling antigone ) which later evolved into antigone creating their first band as part of a rebellion of the frog choir. the group was well received, and whilst not anything permanent, it provided a launching pad that antigone used to propel her career straight out of graduation.

she quickly went from working in bars, to clubs, to headlining festivals. she wasn’t popular, because their brand was indie it wasn’t meant to be mainstream, or liked by everyone, it was meant to be real, and a rebellion. they sang about their love, their emotions, whatever was on their mind at the time. not all of their songs were liked,( specifically the 30 second one where she just screamed fuck you [redacted]).

economic success meant little to antigone, and most of their profits were put into volunteering and helping out the less fortunate. the little they did save went towards a friends and family backpacking trip around europe ;  of which was the beginning of the end.

she finished up her last tour and packed her stuff in a little backpack, unwittingly waving behind her past life. when they reached albania in their tail end of the trip antigone fell in love. she fell hard. like a body from a balcony. she was entranced by this willowy stranger she met at a club — how he could press all her buttons and drive her utterly and completely wild. her brain was fog and their thoughts muddled. they told their friends to go on without them, that she was going to pursue a relationship with this guy seriously. and she did. for a week. heavy drinking, partying everynight, she was living recklessly, as if tomorrow was never going to come. completely in the moment that she never realised that their trips to clubs soon became trips to crazy weird castles, and that all her new friends ? well, they were vampires. and they were merciless in turning her / hunting her for hours as part of their crazed amusement, that the fog has been mind control, pheromone control, that they had weedled inside her brain and manipulated her from the very start. they found her determination / her strength and rigidness in the situation admirable — and they left her, left her to forever be cursed with vampirism in this forest now miles away from home ; with her friends thinking her to abandoned them all. it was lucky that being a vampire gave you a certain resilience, that with no money in her pocket, and only a rucksack full of clothes, that they could walk all the way back home. she caught rides here and there, their vacation of a lifetime certainly turning out to be just that. for now antigone was a creature between life and death / caught in the sweet spot in the middle of almost immortality. but more importantly to the singer ; she had a plethora of new material sthey had written over the period of travels. she had disappeared into almost obscurity during her 4 month absence, a few rumours had circulated about what she had been up to, but none really caught the media’s intention until the slightly paler and hollow looking antigone suddenly dropped a new ep. her darkest and deepest trackless, a delve into the chaos that had been plaguing her thoughts. suddenly; those rumours began to circle like crazy — where she had been? what had happened? everyone wanted to know the context of the lyrics, the deep meaning hidden behind them! a real life conspiracy theory.

That was three years ago, and since then, antigone had gone back to her old schedule — using the fact that she no longer needed to sleep to volunteer at mungo’s when not on tour. they adopted a neutral position in the war / despite knowing half her family probably veered towards the death eaters, and the other towards the order, antigone saw neither side as righteous. they would lean closer to the order if pushed / but refuses to tie themselves down to any organisation and instead campaign independently. especially as her own rights began to be put on the line they felt that they couldn’t be represented by either group. but despite being neutral she is very forthright in her opinions.

CURRENTLY.

In relation to recent events; and her rebellious nature — antigone outed herself as a vampire at her latest concert. in a moment of support of all the other halfbreeds now put in danger by the ministry’s forced registration she thought that she would decide to come out on her own terms rather than their own. it was a shock  to everyone; despite it being a heavily thought about conspiracy theory.

anyway thank you !!!!!!!! in terms of connection ideas ; i’d love groupies / general groupies / students they may have mentored in the holidays / please just give her fans they DESERVE it / relationships ?? / the group of friends that went on the #worstholidayever 3 years ago  / people that would probs be in like a demonstartion/protest group you know the idea

ok thank u stan everyone !

#iidyintro #i tried 2 come up w a hip happening title for a wizard magazine and faILED spectacuraly !!@!!! #manipulation tw #drugs tw

[kazlifeadventures]

Chernobyl!!

23 May

Those of us who signed up for the full day trip to inside Chernobyl’s exclusion zone were up early in our long pants,sleeves,with enclosed shoes with our passports ready for the security checks to go into the zone. We signed our lives away on a safety waiver, and check in sheets that go to the highly controlled checkpoints located at the different zone crossings. Visits to the area are highly controlled with only a few tour companies given permission to enter, they are required to wear a tracker at all times so they are monitored to ensure they are not going into areas where they are not permitted. We were all required to wear dosimeters so that our radiation exposure could be checked at the end of the day. Our guide, Alexi, gave us some amazing insights he has learned from years of research, insights into not only the events that lead up to what occurred in the early hours of 26th April 1986, but also the time line of sorts of what was done afterwards. A lot of the ‘truths’ surrounding the reactor explosion were lost when witnesses died, or were buried by the propaganda and coverups of the Soviets at the time. Don’t forget it took for America to call them out with the incontrovertible satellite photos of the blast for the Soviets to admit anything had happened, let alone take steps to contain the ongoing radiation leakage and further risks of explosions. When it comes to information surrounding Chernobyl it’s difficult to find a complete story, let alone be able to fact check anything. Alexi gave us the name of a you tube documentary that he advised shows the true side of what happened in reactor 4 on 26 April 1986. The " Battle of Chernobyl" if you want to look it up!

First up was a stop in Zalesye, an abandoned village within the exclusion zone. It was surreal, to step off the bus, knowing that we were walking down a main street, but seeing nothing but vegetation. Then through avenues in the trees we came across the remains of the houses, we then entered into the old town hall building with its rotting floors, and decaying walls. There were still old signs on the walls. I managed to get myself what I like to call a ‘shin - obyl’ bruise on my way in, as only I can - stacked it climbing up onto the entry. Luckily one of my bus mates helped me up as we were told not to touch walls, or ground...or anything really ... so that would be why we had to wear long pants (for when idiots like me fall over!)

The next stop was the reason the power stations were built, the Duga radar. Holy huge metal antenna array... when you know that the huge, costly, power hungry radar actually wasn’t that good at its job makes the events of the reactor explosion seem even more of an avoidable incident. Incredibly, you would have no idea that it was there until you walk into the forest of vegetation, then it’s an ‘oh my’ moment at it’s sheer size and the wonder of the precision of the components. It is slowly rusting, and someone died climbing it a few years ago, so we were not allowed to climb it.

We then headed to Chernobyl and the Reactor canteen for lunch. Yes, complete canteen lunch on a tray... Soup, mains, desert, replete with unsmiling Ukrainian canteen ladies serving it to us. With the extra bread we’d grabbed at lunch we then fed fish from the railway bridge near the reactors. Then it was up close to reactor 4 and the monument for it. I couldn’t believe we were able to get to within about 200m of it. Although there are strict rules on photos in this area - can only shoot in one direction, and there are guards and cameras everywhere.

Chernobyl town was the administrative centre for the district and until its evacuation on the 30th April 1986, housed about 14000 people It was not as close to the site as our next stop.

Alexi gave us an interesting parallel: apparently ‘Chernobyl’ means wormwood in Russian. In Chernobyl town, 164 died as part of the first responders to the explosion, and there is a memorial that has been erected in the central square depicting an Angel blowing a trumpet. The 8th book of revelations talks of a cataclysmic event : “And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters; And the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they were made bitter.” Revelation 8:10-11. Draw from that whatever conclusions you will, interesting nonetheless...

Pripyat was designed to be new age city of sorts, with its amusement park, cafes, art installations, hotels, apartments it was coming into itself with 50000 residents, housing workers at the power plant. It was finally evacuated in the afternoon of the 27th April 1986, with residents being told they would be gone for a couple of days and to just grab a few things and leave their pets. They were never allowed to return. We climbed through the maternity hospital, where the abortions were performed, with some of its records and equipment still intact. We were warned not to touch anything that still remained as it would still be highly radioactive. Trekking through the vegetation we came across what once was a beautiful cafe on the banks of the river that was due to open on the day the city was evacuated. The stained glass art that had adorned its window depicting the four seasons, some still intact, the rest of it lying shattered on the ground. From there we headed to the sports stadium, through what we later realised was the soccer field (no sign that it was there!) To me it was incredible to see sparks of beauty still there, the glass work in the cafe, the tile art adorning the external sides of two of the buildings we saw. We ventured into the pool area of the sports complex, it’s dive platform still intact, tiles, ladders, everything still there, just decaying, old, or vandalised by some who have snuck into the area over the years. It was then time for the iconic amusement park. Again something that was only just opening when the incident occurred. It stands as a rusting memory of time gone by, bumper cars, Ferris wheel, all the fun of the fair, with that eerie overtone of nothingness or is it hopelessness, I’m not sure.

We then took off to see the last Lenin statue in Ukraine, all others have been removed. It is still located outside of the Communist party building where the ‘fake’ trial took place of a power plant director and 2 engineers, where they were found guilty of negligence and the the blame placed on them for the incident. Nothing of course said about the safety measures that were supposed to have been installed in the reactor, or the fact that they failed, or they fact that the staff were following orders as required under Soviet rule. The Chernobyl town is home to what are known as the ‘self settlers’. Previous residents who have returned of their own volition to continue living in their property.

Our last stop was in the Red forest area, northern part of the exclusion zone. It apparently received the worst of the radiation. We entered the kindergarten where to my dismay we learned that kids continued to be sent to for at least a week after the reactor explosion. Testing after the incident proved that everything including the toys they had played with were riddled with extremely high levels of radioactivity. It was poignant and incredibly sad to see the remains of the toys, the cribs/beds knowing that these children had been exposed to such toxic levels of radiation due to the inaction of the Soviet authorities.

On our way out of the zone we stopped briefly at ‘The men who saved the world’. An un-offical memorial to the first attendees, doctors, firefighters etc, who all died in hospital number six in Russia and were then buried in lead coffins somewhere in Russia. Their families were not allowed to even see them or be at the burial.

On our way out of two checkpoints we had to submit to a full body radiation scan at each in order to check for any contamination. Luckily none of us had to be decontaminated (ie hosed down!). We were then given strict instruction to shower thoroughly and ensure our clothes were either washed or kept in an area safely before we washed them... On a side note the radiation we experienced for the day was somewhere around a 5 or 6 hour transatlantic flight so I pretty much got more radiation flying over to Europe than I did wandering around all day - good to know though!

It was an amazing day. A long one, we're all tired. But wow. How lucky am I that I got to do this. Mother nature has given the human race and it's nuclear power a big fuck you. And I love it! It's surreal to walk down what was once a street realising that on both sides of you hidden by nature's growth stands the time capsule of the crumbling remnants of the buildings of whole towns. Nature has rebounded here in spades, the birds chirping constantly, the land brimming with growth, the fish teeming - and no, none of them have 2 heads or mutations anymore. Apparently nature very quickly removes such mutations when they serve no purpose. The amusement park, a ghost town of rusting steel and decaying wood. The beautiful art works of tile and glass slowly deteriorating. It's eerie, and incredibly fascinating. My emotions are everywhere. Our guide is so passionate about what happened here and what the Soviets did to cover up their mistakes and the impact this had on the people who are still affected to this day, with no accurate records of how many have died from exposure in the years since the explosion. I was astounded how close we were able to get to reactor four. Incredibly saddened at how little care was taken of the people here. This Chernobyl adventure will stay with me forever, and has left an indelible mark on my psyche. If you don’t know much about this story, read more, find as much of the truth as you can, and most important of all - never forget.

[cross-roads-blues]

Deep Inside Your Mind/ ch.7

[chapter 1]  [chapter 2] [chapter 3]  [chapter 4] [chapter 5]  [chapter 6]

Notes: So, final chapter.  Aftermath. Some characters have something to confess to some other characters. *wink wink*

Warnings: Fluff

Summary:  While on a usual hunt, Dean Winchester is hit by something. While Dean recovers, he can’t remember neither Castiel, who’s been harboring feelings for Dean for over 5 years, nor Sam Winchester, his brother, who is 💔 by such turn of events. Can Cas and Sam reverse the damage, while battling their inner demons?

Chapter: 7/7

Word Count: 11538/11538

Chapter Title: Careless Whisper

“Rudy called. Said our Skudakumooches turned up dead in the forest near Dallas. Stab wounds.” Sam strolled into the kitchen. Dean slept through the entire drive, which was probably an aftermath of coma and meddling in his memory, and proceeded to continue on the same notion in the bunker and called it an early night.

“Izraniel must have felt remorse and killed them.” Castiel was sitting at the table in front of untouched cup of tea.

“Must be,” sighed Sam, “Rudy burned the bodies, so our pals ghost witches shouldn’t be a problem anymore.”

“Good. These creatures were too powerful to walk the Earth. Can you imagine they crafted a bracelet that rendered me powerless?” said Castiel.

The younger Winchester raised an eyebrow. “Really? That could be useful, with all these rogue angels around. What happened to it?”

Castiel shook his head. “Izraniel must have took it before she transported me back to the warehouse. It’s lost.”

“So, let me get this straight.” Sam grabbed a beer and sat on the table. “Izraniel was in love with you and she made Dean forget you why?”

Castiel looked away. “I don’t know. Guess it was supposed to make easier for me to ditch you and leave with her.”

Sam raised his forehead and  tightened his lips. “Yeah, that doesn’t make sense.”

“When it ever does? These beings… they don’t always think clearly.” Castiel coughed. “They’re twisted, so I guess that their plans are difficult to catch on.”

“Must be.” Sam tilted his head and looked at Cas. “Man, you’re sure that it was just that?”

“Yes, Sam, I’m sure!” in a raised tone said Cas. “Sorry,” he added in his normal voice immediately afterwards, “I didn’t mean to shout.”

“It’s fine.” Sam waved it off. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes.

“Hey Sam… Had Dean ever experience any sort of attraction… to uh, men?” suddenly spoke up Cas, trying not to be too obvious.

Sam choked on his beer. “Uh, why you ask, Cas?”

“Just a random thought.” Cas tried to act natural and realized he was bad at it.

Suddenly Sam’s eyes lit up as he opened his mouth in realization. “Oh my god,” he said in a hushed tone rapidly, “Do you have a crush on my brother?”

Castiel felt his face flush. He wasn’t aware that angels’ faces were able of flushing, but apparently that was the case. “Er- no, I mean, not that I mind obviously, er, uh…” he stuttered, stepping back. He proceeded to trip on the floor, barely dodging the top counter that was aimed to stab his head with its corner. The angel gripped on the table, but slipped nevertheless and ended up on the floor. Sam was watching the whole with raised eyebrows and a badly hidden smile. “That hurt,” muttered angel, getting up, when he noticed light going a bit dimmer from Sam towering above him.

“Do you, Cas?” asked Sam, helping the angel to get up.

Castiel glanced sideways, inhaled and blurted out on one breath, “Yes, I do.”

Sam looked up and giggled, his eyes flickering with excitement. “I knew it! I frigging knew it!”

Castiel narrowed his eyes. “Was it this obvious?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “You’ve been giving each other longing stares since like forever! About time, Cas, about frigging time!”

“I wasn’t… giving Dean longing stares…” muttered Cas defensively.

Sam raised an eyebrow with a half-smile. “Whatever you say. Anyway, the jerk has been crushing on you since forever, so you have my go ahead.” The hunter giggled once again. “About time.” He gulped down the rest of the beer in one go, threw the bottle in the trash can with perfect aim and headed out of the kitchen, giving Cas a pat on the back. “I have a thing to do tomorrow, so I’ll be out of the bunker tomorrow the whole day.”

Castiel followed the leaving Sam with his gaze. “What thing, Sam?” he shouted after him.

“Haven’t yet decided!” yelled back hunter and happily moose’d into his room.

As promised, Sam got himself out of the bunker since early morning next day and left a note on the counter that he got a ‘call from an old college buddy and basically, don’t wait up for me, I’ll be back late in the evening’. Castiel thoughtfully looked at the note, huffed and wanted to head out of the kitchen, when he saw Dean in the robe standing in the doorway.

“Hello Dean. How you feeling?” asked Castiel, trying to sound as neutral as possible.

“Well for a guy who’s been Dori up to 20 hours ago, I’d say I’m doing fantastic.” Dean lumbered into the kitchen and started going through the counters. “Damn, where is coffee in this freaking house-” he muttered, but was cut short by Castiel placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Cas?” Dean shot him a confused glance.

“I, uh, kinda… Coffee! Sam moved it, it is now there.” Castiel promptly removed the arm and pointed towards bottom right shelf.

Dean furrowed his brows and gave Cas a weird half-smile. “Thanks.” Dean grabbed the pack of coffee and started to make a cup of coffee.

“Uh, Dean…” Castiel swallowed a lump in his throat and approached the hunter. “I wanted to talk.”

“Sure, shoot.” Dean set a steaming cup of coffee  in front of him. “You want some?” he gestured at the coffee maker. Cas didn’t say anything, just shook his head.

“You know, I saw humans discover coffee. They used to eat it… as beans,” said Castiel with narrowed eyes and a half smile, sitting next to Dean.

“Fascinating.” Dean took a gulp of his coffee.

“Yeah, I saw a lot of things.” Castiel nodded, as to emphasize his point. “I saw humans discover fire. One of them got burnt, and then they realised that it hurts. I saw Ottoman empire form and I saw it fall. I never once got involved, all I did was watch and report.”

Dean nodded with a slight smile. “Yeah,  I know, that’s kinda all you guys did until we showed up.”

“Yeah… until you showed up.” Nobody said anything for the next two minutes, just Dean in silence drinking coffee and Cas staring into nothing.

“You know…” started Dean, “When that bitch Bourne’d my identity, I saw you saving me through Hell.”

“I know. You told me.” Castiel tilted his head and looked at the hunter.

“Cas, you think it was a sign? I mean the memory that came back to me was from the moment I first met you.” The hunter unsurely looked into the angel’s eyes.

Castiel felt his heart skip a bit. “A sign for what, Dean?” The angel tried to ignore the internal screaming in his head.

“A sign for us, Cas.” The hunter, almost as if by accident, touched Castiel’s hand.

“Are you saying-”

“I am.” Dean took Castiel’s hand into his own, not even trying to hide it. “Cas, I- When my memories came back to me, I mean I was generally very happy, because the world made sense once again, but also  because I- because I remembered you. And Cas, I never want to forget you ever again.” Dean’s eyes became just a little bit wet.

“And I never want to just watch again.” Castiel stared into Dean’s olive deep eyes and felt his watering up again.

“Cas, do you, uh,  how do I say this-”

“You don’t.” With these words the angel pulled the hunter closer, scared at first that he will be pushed away, but then he felt Dean’s strong warm arms  wrap around him and accepted it as his go ahead. He slowly moved his face towards Dean’s, staring just for a second more into those gorgeous eyes and then closing his eyes and just falling in it, and feeling their lips collide together. Dean’s lips tasted like coffee with a hint of whiskey, but to Cas it felt so good. He pulled Dean tighter, afraid that if he let go, Dean would be lost to him, so he just held on to his human as tight as his possibly could. Castiel ran his hand through Dean’s silky soft hair and smelled the familiar scent of Dean’s shower gel on his neck.

“Woah… That was fantastic,” whispered Dean, after Cas finally let go. Dean’s eyes were wet and breathing rapid and shallow.

“Should we do it again?”

“Totally.” This time Dean pulled Cas into a kiss, and the angel felt himself melt in Dean’s strong arms and he thought that that was his most favourite moment of his entire life. And if the universe is against them? Well… fuck the universe.

The End.

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[ilovemesomekillianjones]

Holding On to Pieces of Us

Thanks to all you lovelies who took time to tell me what you like about this story. Reviews really do make me smile from ear to ear! @hollyethecurious provided her fab beta skills for this chapter, but of course any and all mistakes are my own. In case we still have to say it, these characters are not mine, I just enjoy playing with them. Go See @spartanguard ‘s lovely art! @kmomof4 thanks for putting together this spectacular CS Supernatural Summer! **I swear on Killian Jones’ Red Vest of SEX that I put a cut/read more line on this chapter.**  I tagged a few readers who requested it, or left a kind review. If you’d like to be added or removed from the tag list let me know! Hope you enjoy chapter 2! Edited to include the link to the artwork for chapter 2 by @spartanguard

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CHAPTER 2

Before Emma was even cognizant of where she was, she threw the car in park. Exiting, she slammed the door behind her and headed out into the vast wilderness. Solace. A place close to her heart. She ran and ran, not sure what she was looking for, she headed deep into the woods, running from everything that was crushing her.

About two years ago...

After months of fighting, bickering, sexual tension, innuendo, finally they’d cut through the bullshit. When they’d realized that they both wanted more than a quick fuck, he’d asked her out on a date. Told her he wanted to court her properly.

“Where are we going?”

“Solace, Swan. Now have patience, you’ll see soon enough.”

She was barely able to sit still, fidgeting nervously as she waited to arrive at their destination. She was elated to spend time with him outside of work, and away from prying eyes.  

He chuckled at her, then reached over and squeezed her knee, “Relax, we’re going somewhere peaceful, quiet, just us.”

“I can’t relax. I don’t know… I’m just… happy.”

Killian pulled the car over, then turned in his seat. “Aye love, me too.” Reaching out to caress her cheek he leaned forward and kissed her gently.

“It’s kind of a new feeling at my age, to be happy and excited like a little kid.”

“You say it like you’re eighty years old.”

“I say it like I was a kid who didn’t get happy and excited for too much.”

“Why’s that, lass. Spoiled brat? Stoic teen?”

“Foster kid.” Emma held her breath and waited for his reaction. She fell a little bit in love with him the moment she saw no pity in his eyes, just a mutual understanding.

~♥~

She didn’t recognize where she was, she’d strayed from the path; it wasn’t called the Forest City for nothing, there were thousands of trails, most of them well traversed. It was freezing outside, and drab clouds had begun to roll in. The wind whipped around her, and she cursed under her breath as she looked at the sky. It was going to pour, but what did it matter. She was dying anyhow, maybe hypothermia would take her sooner.

About two years ago...

“It’s beautiful, Killian.” There was awe in her voice, and admiration on her face. “How’d you find it?”

“This is my first time to this specific place. Have you never been hiking in the Forest City? All of the trails have little hidden oases like this.”

Emma shook her head, admittedly she didn’t get to the great outdoors as much as she probably should. It was absolutely breathtaking.

“I try to get out to hike at least once a month. With our job, sometimes I just need the solace of nature around me. You must make sure to always stay on the path though, Swan.”

“Oh, yeah. Why’s that?”

“Rumor has it there’s a portal somewhere in this forest and it leads to a land with all manner of creatures, monsters, and supernatural beings.”

“What is wrong with you?” she laughed. “And here I thought you were an intelligent, well balanced, healthy, red-blooded, male. Now I find out you believe in the boogie man?”

“Oi! I’m all those things, I just have an appreciation for other worldly beings, never say never.”

“What is your proof they exist?”

“What is your proof they don’t?”

“Fair point,” she conceded.

“Plus, you yourself are a siren, what more proof should I require?”

~♥~

Emma shivered uncontrollably as the rain began to cascade down in sheets.  Her hair clung to her forehead and her clothes became heavy. She might’ve felt cleansed had she not been told mere hours before that she had a poison running rampant inside her body. Spotting an enclosure in a huge rock, Emma jogged toward it and took cover.  

About two years ago...

“Didn’t you check the weather forecast?”

“Of course I did!” Killian answered offendedly. He opened the pack he’d carried up and pulled out a nylon bag. “Let it never be said that Killian Jones is unprepared,” he gloated as he pitched quite possibly the smallest tent Emma had ever seen.

“We’re staying?”

“We’re not walking out in this weather. This darling is a flash flood. We’re on high ground so shelter in this one man tent is all we require. We won’t flood up here.”

“Well it’s gonna have to be a one man and one woman tent, now.”

“After you, milady,” he extended his hand and bowed low.

She snagged his hand and pulled him inside the tent giggling the whole time. It was a crowded affair as Killian dug through his bag of tricks. He pulled out a small battery operated lantern, then set to work rolling out a sleeping bag. They took their shoes off and sat opposite each other.

“Are you a little cold, Swan?”

She looked up at him to see he was leering at her breasts. Her nipples were freezing to the point of painful, and no doubt poking through her soaked cotton shirt. “This was all part of your plan, wasn’t it? Proper courting, my ass.”

Killian licked his lips and continued to appraise her, clothes clinging to her every curve, goosebumps lining her soft skin, lips begging to be tasted. “That would be very bad form, love,” he whispered, though his devil may care grin belied his words.

“What are you waiting for then, Jones? You gonna get your ass over here and warm me up, or let me freeze to death?”

He only needed to be asked once, pouncing on her like prey to his predator.

~♥~

What she wouldn’t give to have that one man tent now. And she’d give double for Killian. She shivered as the wind continued to wail and the torrential rains pelted down. As the adrenaline of running through the forest began to wear off, the emotions began to creep in. I’m dying, she thought. But if she were honest with herself, her spirit had been slowly dying since Killian had disappeared. Trying to accept that he was gone forever, dead, had sent her spiraling into a hallucination riddled existence where she was now seeing him. Maybe this is for the best. Tears welled up in her eyes and she wondered if they were tears of sadness, or tears from the thought that maybe she’d see him again after death.

She laid down on the sodden ground, unwilling to try to find her way out. Out of the forest, out of her dark reality… unwilling to fight against the inevitable. Emma curled in on herself and wished for the world to swallow her up. Sobs trembled through her whole body as she let loose her emotions, all of them. Long, painful cries flowed from her as she unabashedly released everything she’d held in for the past year.  

Anger at Killian for leaving her in this world alone.

Heartbreak at having lost the only love she’d ever known.

Hatred at the cancer that was going to ultimately consume her.

She cried until there was nothing left but the harsh, jagged breaths that came from being cried out to exhaustion. She held tightly to the pieces of memory on her chain, letting the bite of the metals pressed into her palm serve as a reminder of what she’d lost.

Emma immediately knew when peaceful sleep had come for her, that she was dreaming, when she heard his gruff lilt scolding her for not taking care of herself. She didn’t even care if it was a dream.

“Killian,” she murmured, “I miss you.” He scooped her up, and she felt like she was home. She needed to tell him so much before he left again. “I love you, Killian.”

~CS~

Emma slowly blinked into consciousness, eyes opening and focusing on unfamiliar surroundings. “What the hell? Where am I?” She looked around the small area from her supine position on the bed. There was a fire burning in a small fireplace, a small table with two chairs, a refrigerator, a couch, and a dimly lit lantern off in a corner. The windows were all covered so she couldn’t tell what time of day it was. Deciding that the need to use the bathroom and get a glass of water outweighed the dull headache she was fighting, she rose from the bed.

After tripping over her clumsy feet on the way to and from the bathroom, she made her way to the tiny kitchen area. She grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it from the tap after letting it run for a minute, and drank deeply. Her stomach growled loudly in response to the icy water. Emma felt a bit like Goldilocks, she was invading on whoever lived here, whoever had so kindly pulled her in from the woods after she’d conked out.

It was obvious the place had been occupied recently, perhaps there was fresh food. Emma rummaged around through the few cupboards, to no avail. Since there was no porridge cooking for this Goldilocks, she made her way to the refrigerator. Placing her hand to pull it open, she paused, it felt like an invasion to open a stranger’s fridge.

About a year and a half ago...

“You look good in my shirt, love. Perhaps you should start dressing that way everyday?”

Emma was bent over his refrigerator, in his shirt and nothing else, looking for something to snack on. All the activity they’d been engaging in had her ravenous. “I’m starving,” she said, ignoring the compliment save for the blush it’d put on her cheeks.

“Me too,” he growled grabbing her around the waist and pulling her against his hard body. He nipped and sucked at her neck roughly, “I’ll always be starving for you.”

Emma moaned as he caressed her body with his hands and mouth. “Baby, you can have your fill anytime, but I was actually speaking of food right now.”

“I know, darling.” Killian picked her up and sat her on the counter.  “Allow me to prepare you something.”

~♥~

Emma sighed morosely as yet another memory assaulted her. Bitter, bittersweet memories, mourning, and impending death, how much longer did the doctor say I had? Emma thought. At least now she wouldn’t have to wonder how long it would take to get over Killian. The answer was she’d never be over him, not until the day she died, and that was now remarkably closer.

Her stomach growled again, pulling her from her well deserved melancholy. Looking at her watch, which told her it was three in the afternoon, she realized she’d slept almost an entire day. It’d been even longer since she’d eated, and there was no way she wanted to try to venture back to her car without eating a little something first. Surely this stranger who’d brought her in wouldn’t mind her nibbling a little something before she took her leave.  

Opening the door, Emma screamed and slammed it shut. “What the fuck!” Peering inside once more she confirmed what she’d seen the first time. Piled inside the refrigerator was nothing but bag after bag of blood. Closing it quietly, Emma turned and tiptoed to the front door. Macabre thoughts of a psycho killer harvesting her organs and drinking her blood swam through her head as she inched toward the door. Who knew if this crazy was still in the cabin.

“Goddammit!” she muttered when she tripped again. All pretense was forgotten when she regained her balance, yanking the front door open, she took off running into the forest. Emma didn’t try to glean any sense of direction as the only thought in her head was self preservation?

Sharp branches caught at her clothes and scratched her skin as she continued running. Each heaving breath became more painful than the last the further she ran. She was running out of steam.

“Ouch!” Emma stumbled to the ground after her foot came down on a rock buried under the foliage. Falling to the ground she grabbed her ankle in pain. “Fuck, what the fuck else? Huh? What else you wanna throw my way?” she screamed toward the darkening evening sky. Picking herself up, she continued limping away from the cabin of horrors. With no idea where she was heading, shooting ankle pain, the elements setting in, not to mention her already established problems, Emma was about to give up. “Cell phone!” she exclaimed, digging in the pocket of her jacket.  

“What the hell?” Looking down at herself it dawned on Emma that she wasn’t wearing her jacket anymore, or even the same clothes she’d had on yesterday.  Even more confusing was the fact that they were her clothes, just not the same ones. I’ve completely lost it, I’ve gone off the deep end. Emma Swan, loony tune.

She tried to cheer herself up as she continued to limp on what was surely a severely swollen ankle, by telling herself that her phone probably wouldn’t have a signal anyway. She walked for what felt like miles when she came to a stream and sat down next to it. Looking at her reflection she decided to drink the water, “What’s the worst that’ll happen? Already dying, may as well drink up.” She scooped the water and drank to soothe her parched throat.

“This is the end,” Emma said, deciding she could be as dramatic as she damn well pleased. “I’m tired, hurt, cold, sick, sad, hungry, lost… alright universe. You’ve won. I give up.”

Laying back on the damp forest floor she looked up at the trees, she could see bits of the dark sky peeking through. A few tears welled in her eyes, and she chuckled at the irony.  Usually giving up meant not caring anymore. Apparently Emma Swan still cared. Spotting the first star of the evening she focused intently, “Star light, star bright, First star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight.”

Squeezing her eyes tightly, Emma made a wish.

“What’d you wish for, love?”

Inhaling audibly, Emma jumped in her spot.  She hadn’t heard that voice in… well since she’d dreamed it a few hours ago.  “Dammit. I wished it wrong.” She jumped again at the loud laughter that came from him. He seemed so real.

“How so?”

“Well, I wished to be with Killian, uh, with you.”

“And here I am.”

“I meant to wish to be with you forever, after I die. Not in dreams and hallucinations.”

“When you die?”

Emma shook her head at the surreal feeling. “I cannot believe I am sitting here having a conversation with the hallucination form of the love of my life. Or… have I died? Am I dead? Did the psycho from the house of horrors kill me already? Did I die last night in the freezing rain? Are you here to guide me to the next dimension or realm or whatever it’s called?”

The hallucination laughed at her again, and she found herself laughing along with the familiar, and sorely missed sound.  

“Maybe I can answer some of your questions, lass. Where to start?” He rubbed his palm along the scruff of his chin like he always did when he was contemplating something. “First off, no, you’re not dead. I am not here to lead you to another plain of existence or anything like that. And I do believe I am the psycho from the house of horrors, as you called it.”

Emma sat up quickly, “What do you mean?”

“What if I told you I am your Killian, and I am real?”

“I’d say my imagination is a cruel fucking asshole.”

“I’m not from your imagination, Swan.”

“Stop it! Only the real Killian gets to call me that.” The hollow feeling in her chest and heart ached now. Only he had ever called her Swan like that. This was torturous, having her own imagination play tricks on her.  “I’ve been seeing you for the last year, you’ve never said a word, the real Killian never would have done that.” Emma pinched herself hard, trying to wake herself, or snap out of the haze.

“You can pinch yourself all you want, but I assure you, you’re not dreaming, and you are not hallucinating.”

“Prove it.”

Emma sat frozen as he walked toward her then sat down next to her.  He slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his side. She relished the feeling of him, she could smell him, this was by far the realest of any encounter she’d had with him over the past year.

“Would you be able to feel me? Smell me?”

“Maybe,” Emma murmured. “The mind is a powerful entity.”

“Then perhaps this,” he said holding her bracelet out to her, “I know you’re wearing the matching necklace, my necklace.”

Emma jumped up, and Killian followed suit. Sure any rendering of Killian would know about the necklace and bracelet, her mind conjured him. But how the hell was he holding the bracelet that was on her wrist. Automatically reaching for her wrist, she realized it wasn’t there anymore. She stared at him with wide eyes.

“Please don’t be afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid, I’m just confused. Where did you get that?”

He reached out to fasten the bracelet around her wrist. “It fell off where I found you passed out and half frozen last evening.”

Emma hesitantly reached out to touch his face, “Is it really you?”

“Aye Swan, in the flesh... so to speak.”

“Killian?” She threw her arms around his neck and cried, but the tears weren’t of sadness this time. She cried tears of joy as she rained kisses on his face.

“What… how are you here?”

“I was-”

“I don’t care. I don’t care how you’re here. I’m just glad you’re here.”

“Me too, love. I’m sorry it took me so long.”

Taking her by the hand he started to lead her back the way she’d come from, then stopped. “You’re hurt, allow me.” Killian picked her up bridal style so she wouldn’t have to walk on her bad ankle.

“It’s really you, isn’t it?” she whispered.

“Aye.”

Emma broke down into sobs. “I… Killian… where have you been? Why did you leave me?”

“I’ll explain everything. First, let’s get you warmed up.”

She hit his chest in frustration as a new pain came over her. “I’m… I’m dying. I finally found you, and now I’m dying. The universe wanted to kick me one last time.”

“Emma, calm down, I’ve got you, you’re not going to die out here. There is much we need to talk about. Working yourself up won’t help.” Killian looked into her eyes, beseeched her, “Rest, love, I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

She was out before she could argue about needing to stay awake so he wouldn’t disappear again.

~CS~

When she woke next, she was in yet another unfamiliar place. “Killian?” she called out into the darkness.

“I’m here, Swan.”

She looked across the small room to where he sat at a desk reading.

“I thought it was all a dream again.”

“I assure you, I am not a dream. Possibly a nightmare, but not a dream.”

“What?”

“Never mind, lass. I know you have many questions, and I have a lot of explaining to do. I want to attempt to tell you everything right now, that way you have all the information before you make a decision.”

“A decision about what?”

“About whether or not you wish to stay with me.”

“I’ll stay with you forever. My forever just isn’t that long anymore… I’m dying.”

“Why do you keep saying you’re dying?”

“Because I am. I was diagnosed with stage four brain cancer the day I wandered into the woods. I don’t have long, but I’ve already decided, I don’t care how short the time, I want to be with you.”

“Oh, Emma, no my love, I’m so sorry I haven’t been here for you. That you had to receive that news on your own.”

“It was harder to lose you. So no matter what you have to say, I’m not going to change my mind.”

“Please let me tell you everything before you decide. I don’t want to get my hopes up if you decide you can’t bear to be with me.”

Emma rolled her eyes at him, “Not gonna happen.”

“Be that as it may, allow me to put my eternal soul at ease.”

"Well at least come keep me warm?” she asked, patting the empty bed.

A pained expression crept across Killian’s face. “After we talk.”

“Okay,” Emma agreed, pulling the blanket snugger to her body. “Have you met someone else, Killian? Were you with someone else this whole time?” She knew the questions seemed out of the blue, but he had left for a year, reappeared, hadn’t so much as kissed her, wouldn’t sit with her, and was acting altogether odd.

“Of course not! I love only you, I’m just not sure you should love me anymore.”

“No one tells me who I should or should not love, Killian Jones, not even you.”

He chuckled at that, and Emma smiled in return, glad to see him a bit more at ease.

“Okay, so enough with the cloak and dagger act, just tell me what you need to tell me.”

“Christ you make it sound simple.” Killian ran his hand through his hair nervously and bounced the ball of his foot.

“It is simple!” she coaxed with a hopeful smile, trying to convince him to tell her whatever secret he thought he’d had to hide for a year.

“I’m a vampire.”

Emma laughed, not just a little, but really bellowed. She clutched at her stomach when it started to ache. “Spectacular ice breaker, now go ahead.”

Killian threw his hands in the air, unsurprised that she didn’t believe that curve ball. “Right then. The day that you stayed home sick while Mary Margaret, David, and I went hiking, I was attacked.”

Emma’s laughter stopped when he unceremoniously plunged into his story.

“We were heading up toward Cartographer’s Bluff, I was in front of the lovebirds, for obvious reasons, when I saw movement off in the distance. I followed thinking maybe it was a deer or elk. That’s when it happened. I had no idea what it was. It attacked and dragged me away.”

Silent tears slid down Emma’s cheeks as she listened to Killian.

“I don’t know how long I was unconscious for, but when I came to the first time, I was overwhelmed with fire coursing through my body. I was disoriented, scared, and angry.  I was in and out of consciousness and each time there was a woman who told me I’d be okay. When I finally emerged from whatever had taken hold over me, I was different. I didn’t know how at first, but I knew I was different. Eventually the woman revealed herself again, she told me she’d teach me everything about our kind.”

“Your kind?”

Killian eyeballed her, silently pleading with her to let him finish, lest he chicken out.

“Sorry, continue,” she said softly.

“She taught me how to survive, took me into her home, this home. Eventually she wanted more from me, she wanted things I couldn’t give. I told her about you, hoping she’d understand that while I appreciated all she’d done for me, my heart belonged to you.

She became enraged. Said she couldn’t believe I would choose a mortal over her, after all she’d done for me. After creating me. When I asked her what she meant, she told me she’d made me, she had wanted a companion after being alone for decades.”

Emma’s breath was stuck in her throat as Killian’s story took root, as she began to understand exactly what he was telling her.

“I went into my own tailspin of rage, I couldn’t believe what she was telling me, that she’d selfishly taken and changed my life to suit hers. That she’d irrevocably changed my future, our future, Swan. When she threatened you, I had no other choice.”

“What choice,” Emma asked hesitantly when Killian paused.

“I… I killed her, Emma.” He looked at her in earnest, willing her to accept the truth of his words. “She left me no choice, I couldn’t stand the thought of your life ending.”

“Oh, Killian,” Emma cried. She stood up, not caring that he wanted to wait until after she’d heard him out. She couldn’t handle seeing him in pain any longer. Kneeling on the floor in front of where he sat in his chair, she reached a hand up to run through his hair. “Killian, it’s okay.”

“I’m a murderer, Swan. Whether she deserved it or not, whether all of them deserved it or not, I am a murderer.”

“I don’t care, I love you, no matter what.”

“I love you, too.” Killian slid from his chair kneeling as she was and closed his arms around her waist.

Emma comforted him as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. “It was you, wasn’t it? It was you who drained all my murderers? Is that what you meant by all of them?”

“Aye, lass. Still sharp as ever.” Killian stood up, lifted Emma and walked to the bed. Tucking her beneath the blanket, he stayed atop it, and laid his head in her lap. “It was the evening after I killed her, three months into my new life, and the urge to see you was so strong it physically hurt. I closed my eyes and I remember thinking about what it was like to hold you, what you felt like, smelled like, then suddenly I wasn’t in my room anymore. When I opened my eyes, there you were. I didn’t know how I’d done it, but I’d transported to you. I heard you say my name, Swan. It was the best moment of my new existence. Then I saw you collapse, I heard the pain in your voice, and it became the worst.”

She’d missed this, laying together, touching, talking. This was by far the strangest conversation they’d ever had, but she was okay with it, she was just overjoyed to have him back. Emma had been running her fingers through his hair, but stopped abruptly. “Is that why you stayed away for so long?”

“It is.”

“Why did you come back?” she asked out of genuine curiosity, before resuming her ministrations.

“Because I’m weak. Once I learned I could transport, I started studying your cases at the station during the night. The first time you saw me was at the crime scene of my maker’s last victim. For all her evil, it’s a smart way to live. I decided I’d wait for you to solve your cases, then take your murderers. They would be condemned anyhow. I never meant for you to spot me. I selfishly needed to see you, and there were many times that I did, and you never had a clue. But then there were those times that you did, the last time was the hardest. I watched you that night after you drank and cried yourself to sleep, and I vowed it was the last time. That was until you quite literally showed up in my neck of the woods, intent on freezing to death while passed out in the pouring rain.”

“Is that how I ended up in my own clothes? You transported home to get them.”

He nodded his head with a grin on his face. Home. Emma was catching on quickly and adapting quite easily.  

“What about Scarlet, was that you assisting?”

Killian chuckled, “Yes, that was me. I would love to see that shiny commendation you earned.”

“I didn’t earn it, you did. David and I fought for weeks about who did and didn’t take Scarlet out. I finally gave up when he half jokingly threatened to 5150 me.”

“Sorry, love, I was just trying to keep you safe.”

“I know,” she spoke softly. “So…”

“Ask away, I want you to know everything before you choose. Anything goes.”

Emma had thousands of thoughts swimming around in her head. The problem was, when there are that many thoughts, and so much that is not understood it is hard to even know where to begin. She tried to sort through them to ask the pertinent ones first. “What do you need to survive?”

“I wasn’t joking when I said I am vampire. Surprisingly many of our television shows got enough of the bits and pieces correct, must be some vamps in Hollywood.” Killian stood up and walked toward her, then held his hand out.

Taking his hand without hesitation, Emma let him lead her to a closet. When he opened the door there was a ladderwell. Looking at Killian’s calm face, cocked eyebrow, and inquisitive eyes, she read in his expression the request for her to trust him. And she did, implicitly. He climbed up first and Emma followed.

“Hey, my ankle doesn’t hurt anymore, do you have magical healing powers?”

When they emerged in the room above, Killian closed the small hatch in the floor. “I’m not sure I’d call what I have magical, but yes, I fixed you up.”  

“That’s a pretty handy skill,” she commented as she looked around. She was surrounded by a place she’d been before. “So this is what I tripped on like fifty times earlier today,” Emma said, pointing to the handle of the hatch door they’d just come through. “The house of horrors,” she murmured, eyeballing the familiar room. Her clothes from yesterday were laid out in front of the fire, and her phone was plugged in.

Killian chuckled, “I suppose, but why do you call it that? I thought I did a pretty nice job of making it look as though a vampire does not live here.”

“Next time keep the blood in your downstairs hideaway,” she deadpanned.

“Ah, so you saw that. That’s what I was going to show you, that is what I subsist on.”

“Only blood?”

“Aye.”

“Do you want my blood?”

Killian’s eyes widened and his pupils visibly dilated all at the same time. He raised his hand to scratch nervously behind his ear. “Aye,” he whispered hoarsely. “Does that scare you? Disgust you?”

Emma stepped into his space. “Nothing about you scares me, or disgusts me. But will my blood poison you? Because of the cancer.”

“I’m immune to human disease as I’m not human anymore, I’m not even alive.”

She placed her hands on his hips and fixed him with what she hoped was her most assured expression. “Then drink,” she offered, craning her neck for his perusal.

Killian grabbed her hands in his and brought them between their bodies. He hung his head and inhaled deeply. “Gods, Swan. You’ll be the death of my undead soul.”

“What’s wrong?” Emma stepped back, feeling the sting of his rejection.

“I want to, believe me, I want to. But I need you to be sure. I need you to take more than a few minutes. Weigh your options.”

“What options, Killian?” She was growing incensed with his failure to understand that all she wanted was to spend the rest of her days with him. “I can live and die alone, or live and die with you, it’s a no-fucking-brainer. Why won’t you let me choose it?”

“I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I need to know that you’ve considered everything I am saying. I would never forgive myself if you regretted one moment of what we share from now until…”

“Until I die,” she finished for him.

“Well, not necessarily. If you’d let me finish you stubborn wench.”

Emma scoffed, then zipped her lips.

“I can offer you forever.”

“Forever,” she repeated, then asked, “how can you offer me forever?”

“I can make you immortal.”

Emma’s breath hitched in her throat. It was one thing to be standing in front of a vampire, it was another ball game to consider becoming one. She didn’t know a damn thing about vampiring. She barely knew how to be human anymore.  

“What about…”

“That’s why I don’t want your answer tonight. I want you to think over the what abouts, and the what ifs. Right now you’ve been missing for just over a full day, everyone is worried about you. I need you to go back to Mary Margaret and David. Think on everything love.”

“No, I don’t want to leave you!” Emma’s voice was panicky as the thought of being separated overwhelmed her. “I just found you again, please, don’t leave.”

“I don’t have to, I can be with you at night. During the day of course, I can’t.”

“What really happens if you’re out in the sunlight?”

“Can’t say that I’ve tried, just out of fear of spontaneously combusting,” he chuckled despite the morbid thought.  “According to my maker, we don’t just explode, or melt at first exposure to the sun. It would take a few minutes, and if we were completely clothed and covered, maybe even a little longer. One of the benefits of living out here in Forest City is most of the year it offers a good enough cover of foliage during the daytime. That is one of the things you’d have to consider, Swan. You’d never be able to bask in sunlight, no more beach days.”

Emma stepped back toward him, and she saw the way his face contorted with pleasure and pain. “Killian, I don’t care about any of that,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and carded a hand through his hair, then continued, “I care about you.”

“And I you,” Killian whispered resting his forehead against hers.

“Can I… can I kiss you?”

“Emma,” he groaned. “I-”

Before he could say another word Emma pressed her lips to his. Innocently, only a chaste thing, followed by small pecks to his lips. “Just as soft as I remember.” She pulled her head back and licked her lips as if savoring his taste. “God, I’ve missed you.”

Killian’s eyes were transfixed on her, blue as always, but significantly paler than they’d been before. “Love, I think you should go now.”

“I thought you said we could be together at night?”

“I thought I was strong enough to be around you, Emma. But right now I’m walking a thin line between man and monster, and I’m asking you to let me take you home.”

“What do you need? You can drink in front of me, from me if you want.”

“I’m having a hard time with how close you are, how intoxicating you smell, how divine I know you’ll taste.” He broke from their embrace and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Christ, this is not how I pictured it.”

Emma smiled at the chagrin in his voice, he was embarrassed. “There’s a perk of being a vampire, you don’t blush like you used to. Although, I always found it cute.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying my turmoil.”

Flipping her hair away from her neck she sauntered toward Killian. “There’d be no turmoil if you’d just drink. I promise, it’s okay with me, I… I want you to… taste me.”

Killian growled as he pinned her with a hard stare, his jaw clenched and released as he weighed her words. “You always were a damn stubborn woman.”  

Emma’s eyes dilated as he swooped down on her and pulled her against his body.  She welcomed his mouth to hers as he kissed her, not chastely like a moment ago. The feel of his tongue against hers for the first time in a year was enough to bring tears back to her eyes. “Yes, babe, take what you need.” She heard a click and froze when she felt the sharp protrusion against her lip.

“Sorry love, did I cut you?”

Emma giggled at his worry. “I’d think you would know just as quickly as me, given your new tastes.”

“Fair point, but did I hurt you?”

“No, Killian. Stop worrying.” Emma rolled her eyes at him, he was vampire and still more chivalrous than all the men she’d ever known.

“I missed that eye roll, believe it or not.”

Emma rolled her eyes again just for his benefit. Palming his cheeks, she rubbed a thumb over one of his fangs. Her eyes swirled with wonder as she felt the long, sharp, porcelain weapon, and the broken groan that escaped Killian did not go unnoticed. Shivering, she contemplated why she was turned on in this moment. Should she be afraid? Appalled? She was anything but as she gazed at Killian and his fangy smile. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous. Come here.”

Emma led him to the large plush recliner in the corner of the room. Pushing him into the seat, she followed him down sitting in his lap, then resumed kissing him. She explored his mouth with her tongue, including running it from top to tip of each fang. She relished the pained whimpers that Killian emitted. Breaking the kiss, Emma tilted her head to the side and guided his lips to her neck. “Drink.”

Killian kissed her gently, one hand on the back of her neck massaging, and the other around her waist. He nipped and sucked at her jawline then toward her ear, before settling at her jugular vein. He inhaled deeply, and just about purred as he exhaled his shaky breath. “Are you-”

“Do not fucking ask me if I am sure one more time, Killian Jones. Yes, I’m sure,” she cut him off. She was ready for it, impatient even.

Her words were all the invitation Killian needed.

Emma called out his name at the shock of the intrusion, it wasn’t painful, it was… it was magical. She felt a thrumming run the length of her body, she felt lit up from head to toe, like she was vibrating.

When he finally pulled deeply from her vein she didn’t recognize the high pitched moan that escaped her lips. She’d never been into porn star noise making, but goddamn, it felt so good, she felt alive, rejuvenated even though she was the one giving. She felt it everywhere, including there; gingerly maneuvering so that she could straddle his lap, Emma immediately felt that he was as turned on as she was.

“Fuck,” he growled against her neck. “Forgive me, love.”

Before Emma could register what there possibly was to forgive, she had the sensation of falling, flying, and floating all at once. Her brain was foggy, body weightless, and her heart hammered in her chest. “Killian?”

“I promise love, I will come for you tomorrow night.”

“Killian, wait! Don’t leave me.” Emma’s eyes welled with tears as she realized she was in her bedroom, sitting on top of the bed she hadn’t slept in since he’d... “No,” she cried into the silence of her room. It had been so real. She stood up off the bed, shivering at how it seemed even emptier than it had for the last year, and trudged to the couch, too distraught to even grab the bottle of rum before curling up under her blanket and crying until she fell asleep.

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Part 2 of John losing his memory PLEASE that was such a good story PLEASE MAKE A PART 2!!!!😢😢😂😂😊😊

You’ve waited a long time for it! It’s finally here!

Amnesia Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: Swearing, Graphic Violence

The buzzing of Cicadas outside the cracked window were their only company as their nose was deep in a book. Old, worn and torn, the pages truly displayed its age. The warm orange of a similarly worn lamp lit up the room against the cool tones of the Montana night sky. Cosy? It wasn’t a long enough word to describe the comforting warmth of the room, the beauty of Hope County’s scenery just barely lit under the pale of moonlight. A week since the crash, seven dragging days, though it felt longer, each day of the week dragging by as their radio sat bitterly silent. Anxiety tugged at Rook’s gut as they shared a stealthy glance towards the silent box sat upon their dresser, the glass of ice tea glistening as the condensation dripped downwards forming tiny pools upon the wood.

They shouldn’t care, could they even call it that? The man they had saved from the confines of a wreckage in a forest, the epitome of the depravity of the human race, hell, they weren’t certain he was human at this point. But the law always Rook’s priority they treated him like any police officer would with an endangered civilian. It shocked them, they had the chance right there and then to end the calamity he was bringing about the world in the name of God and his Project, instead choosing the right thing to do, northwards on the moral compass. And after what felt like hours but was only passing minutes, it disappeared into the dark like the promise of meeting up with old friend who became too grown with their adult lives, it simply faded into nothingness. They had heard whispering’s true, muttering conversations of the Cultists that only served to knock the wind from Rook’s gut. 

“How is brother John doing now? That crash really set him back.”

“Well, he’s alive, we can give him that much. But he hasn’t been the same. He rarely speaks now, he’s stares at walls like the answer to question he needs is hidden in the cracks. His spirit is gone, all we can do now is pray the God will restore it.”

The bile rose in the Deputy’s throat as the words sunk in, constantly playing over their mind like a botched script. The man was evil, no doubt about. Had it been them from the crash he probably would have finished them off. They despised him, abhorred him completely but even in the depths of hatred born from antagonism, they wouldn’t, they couldn’t, wish such a fate upon him.

A hiss snapped them from thought, the letters of the book dwindling from their concentration. They shot their attention to the source of the night, a familiar bile rising once more to nip at their throat. Rook’s radio. The once silent box now a buzz with life. The interference danced momentarily, before a familiar voice poured from the speakers.

“Deputy.”

Rook took a sharp inhale of breath. He was there, he was speaking, he remembered. They fumbled for the radio, bringing it towards them. Their mouth flopped uselessly as they thought of what to say. Mock him? Ignore him entirely? It was dangerous to speak to the enemy, lest the resistance find out. Gathering their courage, they pushed the button down to speak.

“John.”

A sigh came from the end, Rook rolled their eyes at his pettiness. If he called to gloat, they would just switch the radio off right now.

“My men told me… I was in a crash, my plane suffered a… Technical difficulty. I didn’t believe them, I am one of the best pilots in Hope County, I would even go as far as to say “the”. But they told me that I hit my head, I had landed in some God forsaken part of woodland, alone.”

The Deputy waited for him to continue, waiting for him to come through with a threat of violence. Static hissed in the silence.

“I don’t remember any of it. But they do. They remember getting a call from someone, telling them of my whereabouts. And that’s not suspicious in itself.” Ever the lawyer. “Except who made the call, was the real mystery. Deputy.”

“ Yes, John. I saved you. I saw you crash, I reached your location and called the guards to come get you. It’s all very interesting, I know. I did what I had to do, as an officer.”

He tsked. “You really expect me to believe that?” The last word spat with venom. “After all the innocent people you’ve killed? All the lives you’ve ruined? The families, you’ve torn apart? It took me a week to get back to normal, but I’m not stupid.”

“What do you think? That I rescued you because I care in some way? I did it because my conscious wouldn’t let me get away with it, it was the right thing to do.”

“The right thing to do… Intriguing. And how did the resistance fair once you told them of your heroic endeavour? Were they pleased? Did you get a parade?”

Rooks knuckles turned white as they gripped the radio, squeezing the plastic. They had to keep calm, this is what John did, what he always would do. Provoke.

“I didn’t tell em’.”

There was a silence, and John chuckled lightly on the end, confusion nestling into the Deputy’s mind.

“You didn’t tell them of your bravery? Why would you deprive them of such a thing?”

“Because- Because I would have been shot that’s why. Hope County Deputy saves sadistic Baptist of Eden’s Gate, John Seed? I would have been executed.”

John hummed through the speakers. “Good titles. But, I thought you were doing the right thing, Deputy.”

“It was.”

“So, if it was the “right thing” then why would the Resistance in all it’s morality and cause for “good.” execute you, for doing the right thing?”

Rook paused. An uncomfortable understanding sunk in. It was a good question, surely they would be praised on rescuing a man despite their difference, putting the war aside to save them. But the Deputy had witness what happened to “traitors”, lining them up against the wall and dropping them one by one. A sickness spread through their abdomen at the images of grey matter sprayed against the walls. An amused chuckle broke their thought.

“You can’t even give me an answer for that. Because you know, just as well as me, the Resistance isn’t all it’s made out to be.”

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m going. I’m not wasting my time listening to you rant on about the war.”

“But you’re the ones who started this war. Why start it if you cannot commit? All we wanted, was you all to say Yes to the Project and Yes to God. The Resistance wanted a war, they always have. Look at what you just confessed to me, you cannot let them know of an innocent, life saving deed because it will cost you your life. People who kill at any slight of opinion. People who desire control.”

“That sounds a lot like you and your cult, John.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

“Okay, no. Enough. You’re not going to convert me so stop right there. I saved your life but that doesn’t mean I’m one of you!”

“There’s that wrath. Always so eager for conflict, just like your friends. Hmmm, you know what they need? To see how much of a martyr their Deputy is. They would be over joyed at hearing about your rescue mission.”

The Deputy narrowed their eyes. He was blackmailing them. Shame washed over them, they should have expected it, moral obligation over took their judgement. 

“Are you blackmailing me?”

“Deputy, that’s a nasty word to use, we’re reaching an agreement, a deal if you would. I bought you something, my way of saying thank you, I would like you to meet me, tomorrow, sundown, at the Lamb of God church, alone. Don’t bring any of your Resistance friends, Boomer is an exception of course. I’ll give you my thank you present and we can both be on our way, we will never speak of it again.”

“You bought me something?” Rook groaned, reaching a hand to rub against their forehead. “How do I know this isn’t a trap? You really think because I saved you that I trust you? I don’t, not in the slightest.” 

“You have my word.”

They could almost hear the grin as he spoke. They sighed as they reality of their situation hit them. They would have to go meet him, then this whole thing could be forgotten, like John’s memory of that night. They would go armed of course, and they wouldn’t wait around, making a quick exit.

“Fine. If you try anything I swear your God and mine, I will kill you. I won’t even hesitate.”

John tittered, his laughter vibrating through the speaker. “Of course you will. I’ll see you soon, Deputy.”

The static ended and the room was plunged into silence, the gentle whispers of leaves blowing in the wind and late night insects providing the backing track. They lay flat on the bed now, the book splayed open on their chest. It was a bad idea, the whole thing was tainted. The youngest brother never did anything that he wouldn’t benefit from. But this was Rook, they had taken on hundreds of Cultists and lived to see the next day, they could handle themselves. So when tomorrow comes, and the sun starts to set, they’ll be ready. They will take the gift and leave. Done and dusted.

And it would all be Forgotten.

Thank for requesting!

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[titsyfly]

For the pairing/tropes post: Gurgran with either or the first 2 tropes!!! (Only one bed or pretending to be couple for social event)

Burned Bridges

Gods, they had been walking for hours. Gurg’s feet were beginning to blister in his boots, though he was no stranger to long treks on foot. He could remember his first tour with Oran, when they were still young. Well, Gurg had been young, anyway. He glanced to his left to look the elf over, his hair still singed from the earlier fight. His face was a mixture of worry and hurt, and as Gurg’s eyes met his they both snapped their heads forwards, avoiding a stare. Gurg was relived when Katrina stepped between them, grinning from ear to ear.

“That Hard-dicks Guy sure is a card, yeah?” she laughed, though not too loudly as to catch the attention of Hardix, their guide who did not seem to know where he was headed, continually consulting a thick tome in his hands. Gurg nodded, sensing that the knight was simply playing off her anxiety. When a stranger shows up minutes after your ship burns down, you’re hard pressed to trust him implicitly.

And yet, Gurg thought. Here we are anyway.

“Where do you think he’s leading us?” Kat continued, now turning to Oran, who’s eyes never left the forest path before him. He took a long time answering.

“He said to some friends, so either a camp of Dagdurian Paladins, or his own campsite where he plans to kill us in our sleep.”

As he said this, the old man ahead of them stumbled over a log, cursing loudly, his expletives faint as it reached them at the back of the marching order.

“I find myself inclined to believe the former,” Katrina muttered. She now turned to Gurg, still addressing them both. “So, how are you doing? I know that ship meant a lot to you two…”

“In the end it was only a ship,” Gurg sighed. “The fact that everyone survived was a blessing.”

“We are lucky we got what we did out of the wreck, too,” Oran muttered, earning a sharp look from the half-orc. Katrina began to look very uncomfortable, being between the two. Seeing this, Gurg placed a metallic hand on her shoulder.

“How about you run through the line, and see if the old man has any new information on where we’re going?”

Katrina nodded and trotted forward to speak with the Reaper, who was currently cradling his holy weapon like an oddly shaped child. Gurg glanced again at Oran, still walking beside him, though with Katrina gone they had maintained the same space between each other. He was not making eye contact, not even turning his head. Gurg sighed, and the party trudged on.

* * * * * * *

As the sun began to set, the sky turning its many customary purples and oranges, the sparkle of the Skyriver glittering above, Gurg was relieved to finally make camp. The old man had led them to what appeared to be a regularly used campsite, hidden in an eroded-out hill, the worn ground of the camp surrounded on all sides by ten-foot cliffs, save a crack in the side that they entered. It was a struggle to fit the horse through, but Adric was an intelligent creature, and he was very agreeable with the tight quarters as they maneuvered him into the space. Oran still has not spoken a word to him, and Gurg was getting nervous.

Setup for the space was far faster than when it had just been the two of them. Oakfather handled the fire, of course, while Helga and Katrina managed to do some foraging, returning when the tents were up with handfuls of mushrooms and nuts. It would be a scarce night, but it seemed everyone here was just happy to be alive. Mostly.

There were only four tents, which would not have been an issue, if they had not picked up a guide. This issue was quickly solved, with Oakfather curling up by the fire in the waning light and passing out in full armor. Katrina and Helga took a tent for themselves, leaving one for Hardix, and one for…

Well, this was bound to happen anyway, Gurg thought. As the evening wound down, he crawled into the tent. Oran was already there, curled up in exactly half of the available blankets. Gurg fought back a smile. Even when he’s mad at me, he thought. Sliding into the cramped space available was a challenge for his large frame, but he wasn’t unfamiliar with such conditions. As soon as he got comfortable, Oran spoke, quietly, barely audible to anyone who wasn’t listening for it.“I can’t fucking believe you.”Oran definitely felt Gurgs back tense up against his, but he received no response. He continued, “You hit me. You’ve never hit me before-“ his voice caught in a stifled sob.Gurg was very quiet for a long time. He reached back, touching Oran’s arm gently. He didn’t pull away.“I’m sorry,” Gurg whispered, feeling the lump of regret that had been in his throat all day swell. “I was so scared I could have lost you.”He felt Oran shift around behind him to his stomach and sit up on his elbows. Gurg missed the warmth at his back and turned to face the elf, still laying on his side. Even in the low light they could see each other clearly, and see the tears leaking from each other’s faces.“I-I know how you feel about…everything, and I just…” Oran was having trouble fitting his words together, again. Gurg let him take his time. “You know I was always going to outlive you, barring a curse that threatens to kill me at any moment,” Oran laughed without humor. “If I’m going to die, I want it to be saving something, or someone. I want it to matter.”“It will matter.” Gurg reached up to touch Orans face. “It will matter to me. I’m supposed to die first, Oran. We are going to grow old and I’m going to live the rest of my life with you and it’s going to be beautiful and full of music, and whoever that bitch was is going to have to get through me to get to your heart because it is mine.”Oran smiled weakly at that. He sniffled. “I don’t deserve you.”“You deserve someone who lives a few centuries.”“No!” Oran said, a little too loud. They could hear shuffling in the next tent over, where Helga and Katrina could probably hear everything they were saying. Oran continued in a whisper, “You’re too good for me, Gurg. I don’t deserve to outlive someone like you.”“Well I’m alive right now,” Gurg stated, poking Oran in the ribs. “And you’re alive, too. Let’s just do what we do, and cross the bridges before us when we get to them, okay?”“What if it’s not a bridge we want to cross?”“Then we’ll burn it down, you skinny fuck!”They laughed quietly, trailing off into a comfortable silence. Oran leaned closer, placing one arm over Gurg.“I missed you today,” he breathed.“I missed you too,” Gurg muttered back. “It was only for a few hours, though.”“Too long,” Oran declared, ending the conversation with a kiss. It was a welcome feeling, comforting. They would cross bridges, or burn them if they had to, but they would do it together.

Oakfather snored loudly in his sleep.

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[softboywriting]

Summer Heat Part 5

I’m not sorry.

Synopsis: A fic where you and Shawn are camp councilors and you hate his guts. Sexual tension ensues.

Part 1  | Part 2  | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (you are here

After the storm hit there had been a lot of clean up. It took two full days of everyone pitching in to get everything cleaned up and sorted out. Thankfully the damage done to Beaver Cabin was not irreparable and really only meant one window had to be boarded up. The way the tree fell, it missed the roof of the cabin but a large branch had gone through the side window on its way down. The groundskeeper and Ms. Miller nailed up some pressboard and called a company to come fix it. Until then the councilors in that cabin would deal with the ugly window covering.

You were tired from cleaning up for two days and then entertaining kids out in the woods on the third day, today, because they hadn’t really had a chance to leave the main hall very much during clean up. They were all full of pent up energy and they were chasing every bug they could find, climbing trees, catching frogs and just being wild little kids. It seemed every time you and Shawn turned around someone was doing something they should not be. Thus causing you to have to stop the activity, reason with the child, and then find something more constructive for them to do.

You grab your beach towel and your flip flops and head for the cabin door. It’s after 10 o’clock at night, which was after curfew, but you really don’t care. All you wanted was to head down to the lake shore and have a nice quiet swim sans kids. Shawn was asleep, sprawled out all over with one arm hanging off and a foot propped up on the frame at the foot of the bed.  The two of you hadn’t talked about what happened the night of the storm. Which suited you just fine. You wanted to deny the attraction until it disappeared.

Half way through the trail you decided to take through the woods, you hear someone behind you. It’s obviously not a deer because it isn’t stepping in a very controlled manner. You turn around and point your flashlight down the path and see a tall figure approaching, hand over it’s face to block your light. It’s Shawn.

“Fucking really?” you swear under your breath. Because really? Fucking really? He was passed out when you left, snoring a bit and everything. Why did he have to wake up? Maybe he wasn’t really asleep when you left. “Go back to the cabin, Shawn.”

Shawn lets out an indignant grunt and a laugh. He had just woken up it seemed, and he was blaming you for being the reason he was tromping through the woods. As if you dragged him out here. “You’re not supposed to be out here,” he says with a sleep laden voice. Yeah, he definitely had been asleep before.

“What’re you gonna do about it? I’m not hurting anyone, I just want to go swim.”

Shawn comes closer, reaching out and taking your towel off your shoulder. “What if you got hurt?” He tosses the towel over his shoulder. “Who would know where to find you?” He takes your flip flops out of your hands. “You should have woken me up.”

You roll your eyes. It wasn’t like you were going swimming in shark infested waters. The lake was a max of twenty five feet deep, you think. And you hadn’t intended on going out past your chest. “I don’t have to tell you where I’m going whenever I leave the cabin.”

Shawn steps forward, anger apparent on his face. “No, you don’t. But I don’t want you taking off alone in the night.”

“Why?” you scoff. He was being ridiculous. If he thought taking your towel and shoes was going to stop you, he had something else coming. “Now you know where I’m going, so go back to the cabin.”

“No,” he says as he steps another foot closer. He’s invading your personal space now. Looking down at you, brow set in a way that told you he was seriously not happy with you. “I won’t go back. I’ll go with you.”

“Shawn, no. I just want to relax with no one around.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

“Impossible! You do nothing but talk all day! You have this massive amount of energy and it all just comes spewing out your mouth like blehhhhhhhh,” you make a puke motion to drive your point home. “I just want to get away from everyone and relax! What is your problem!?”

Shawn drops your flip flops and brings his hands up to your face. Your heart is beating wildly, a combination of anger and attraction boiling under your skin. “I care about you, that is my problem!” he practically yells, temper getting the best of him. “God I care so much about you.”

You look down, unable to turn your head because he’s holding your face firmly, thumbs stroking your jaw mindlessly. “Just because we got a little too friendly the other night doesn’t mean you care about me, that’s just-”

“Shut up.” he says sharply, your eyes snap up to his, fire burning in your stomach. He stares you down, eyes trained on yours and you can’t look away. You’re losing this stare off and you know it, his gaze is too intense. As if he were trying to read your thoughts.  “You know this goes deeper than that,” his voice has softened, but his eyes have not.

Voices carry across the woods and your eyes widen. Shawn looks around, spotting some flashlights a good distance away. He drops his hands from your face and takes your flashlight to turn it off. “We need to go back,” he whispers, grabbing your hand.

“They’re coming on the path though.” You pull Shawn toward into the trees where the trail doesn’t go. You’re stumbling over branches and various plants that have become severely overgrown. Shawn gets ahead of you, pulling you along quicker than you feel comfortable navigating the dark forest. How he can even tell where he is going you don’t know.

The two of you make it to a particularly dark patch where the trees have grown close together and created a completely shaded canopy. There is no moonlight shining through and you can’t see the flashlights anymore. You’re not sure how far you are from the cabin or the lake. You can’t hear the soft waves of the lake, and you don’t see any lights from the light posts around the camp. It’s just dark and cool and fairly quiet save for a few crickets.

“You are the stupidest person ever,” Shawn says, voice hushed. You can hardly make him out in the darkness but you can feel he is standing right in front of you, his warmth radiating off on to you.

“Fuck off, Mendes. You didn’t have to come after me out here.”

“Using last names huh?” You can't see him but you can feel his breath on your cheek when he talks. His hands come to rest on your sides and you think he must be leaning down a bit to have been so close. “If I didn’t come out here, they would have found you at the lake.”

You roll your eyes even though he can’t see. “I would have just gotten a warning. Or I could have hidden.”

“Oh yeah...” he whispers against your ear causing shivers to run down your spine. This darkness thing was definitely making you more sensitive to his touch. It was thrilling not knowing exactly where he was going to be. “...yeah you would have hidden real good out there in the water. I suppose you would have just held your breath and dipped under. How bout when they found your stuff on shore?”

“Shut up.” You mean it to be just a simple whisper but it come out as a bit of a moan.

Shawn nips your earlobe and then kisses his way across your cheek to meet your lips. You kiss him back hard, all the stress and frustration from the last few days finally coming to a head. You just wanted to go swim after hours. He bites your lower lip and you bite him back a bit harder. He didn’t need to come out here and get you all worked up. You press forward, your teeth hitting his. He was so fucking annoying. Shawn grabs your ass, fingers digging into your skin, kneading you through the thin stretchy workout pants you were wearing. You let out a loud moan as his left hand slides down mid grab and his fingers brush against your arousal. He immediately stifles your moan out by licking into your mouth, swallowing the sweet noise he knows he caused.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” his voice is no more than a whisper on your lips as he slides his hand back down between your legs from behind. “You’re so hot for me.”

You push your ass back a little, arching forward so he can fully get his hand where you want it most. He teases you, one finger running up and down your slit through the thin fabrics of your panties and pants. You let out a little whimper, almost a cry, when he presses his middle finger down against your clit and rubs a firm little circle. He picks up the pace, finger working quick circles around you until your knees are buckling and he has to hold you up with one arm.  

“P-please...I can’t..” your voice is strained, you hate the way it sounds. It’s taking everything in you not to fall down as his finger relentlessly circles your clit and then pulls away to rub you up and down for a moment, pressing the fabric into you a bit before making it’s way back to your clit.

“You can.” Shawn has his mouth on your collarbone, he’s biting and licking and sucking the skin tender. Each nip and suck sends a tingling sharp ache across your chest and you know he’s going to leave a hell of a mark.

You’re soaked, it’s coming through your pants now and he stops his relentless toying for only a second before he’s dropping down in front of you, hands on your hips. He is kissing down your stomach, nipping through your  t-shirt fabric until he reaches your hip. He bites through the stretchy fabric and pulls it back, letting it snap against you gently. Your hands go to his hair, gripping and pulling as you let little pleas fall from your lips.

You stumble back a bit when his mouth ghosts hot between your legs. There is a tree behind you and you lean against it, back digging into the rough bark. Shawn holds your hips tight, thumbs digging into the soft spot just before your hip bone. It’s going to leave a bruise.

His mouth is hot between your legs once more, and he is nipping at you through the fabric. His tongue prodding at the cleft where he rubbed you before. His tongue is hot, adding to the wetness already there. It’s tantalizing how he is licking you but not actually licking your bareskin. It’s like you just can’t get enough. It’s not enough and you wish he would just pull your pants down and do it for real. But he doesn’t. Shawn keeps licking and sucking through the fabric, adding a finger to rub and tease once more. It’s a slow build, your stomach knotted up and breath coming too fast. You want his fingers inside you, his tongue on your clit, you want it to be over. You want to come now.

It takes just another minute, another agonizing minute before every time his tongue passes against your clit you jump. Your nerves are shot, over sensitive. He cups his hand against, you thumb rubbing back and forth over your swollen nub as he rubs his middle finger back and forth against your entrance, tickling, teasing you and making you imagine what his fingers sinking into you would feel like. Your knees give out, legs buckling and he slowly lowers you to the ground as you ride out your orgasm while leaning against him.

Shawn pets your hair back as you come down, legs trembling, hips jerking ever so slightly because you’re straddling his leg and every time you or he moves, his leg brushes against you. “Still need to relax?” he whispers against your hair. You shake your head, breath starting to even out as he wraps his arms around you. You were plenty relaxed now.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes writing #shawn mendes thirst #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes imagine #summer heat #my fic