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lovebeinaprincessworld · 1 year

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Just us - Three

(Felix Volturi x reader)

I‘ve decided to write this into a whole series, because this story has been on my mind for a while now. The parts are going to be published slowly, it always takes me awhile, but as I said before they all have a mostly ‚closed‘ ending so it’s still satisfying to read. Feedback is always greatly appreciated!

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

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Description: Bella invites you to her wedding and it unfolds a whole lot of alterations.

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“Oh my god, no way!”, you squealed into your phone, making Bella utter a small ‘ouch’. A few weeks after Felix came back from dealing with the newborn army in Forks, you decided to call Bella while taking a walk around the courtyard, but what you really didn’t expect her to tell you is that she’s engaged. “Yeah I can’t really believe it myself, I just wanted to tell you before the invitation arrived”, she told you in her usual calm voice. “I can’t wait honestly, I’m so happy for you! Do you already have a date?”, you asked excitedly, sitting down on a bench and enjoying the sun. “Yeah we decided on August 13th and will hold the ceremony in the Cullens garden. Do you think you’ll be able to come though?”, Bella asked sounding kinda anxious. “I think I gotta ask, but I mean why not? Everyone still thinks I have an internship here so why shouldn’t I be able to visit. Someone probably has to come with me though, do you think I can bring Felix?”, you asked thoughtful, considering all the possible outcomes bringing him could have.

“Yeah, yeah we already talked about that and decided that’s fine, he just needs to hunt somewhere else”, Bella confirmed and you could hear someone with a male voice say something to her. “Sorry (Y/N) I gotta go, there’s so much to plan you wouldn’t believe it. Anyway, will you let me know if you’re coming?”, Bella asked and you could hear her moving around. “Yeah sure I’ll let you know! Love you”, you answered and after a ‘love you’ from her you hung up the phone. Looking at the clock on top of the tower you saw that it’d be only two more hours until Felix was done with his duty today and you really couldn’t wait to ask him to go with you.

You stayed out in the courtyard enjoying the sunset, but with the dark starting to settle in, there were also more vampires walking around the courtyard. They didn’t get damaged by the sun, but a lot of them - especially the newer ones - didn’t like walking around in the courtyard in Italys summer heat. And even though they were under strict orders not to touch you, you also knew that the control vampires had over their thirst could be easily lost, even by the smallest triggers. You just had to think of Bellas Birthday last year and your feet moved a little faster in the direction of your chambers.

When you made it back and closed the door you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, but when you turned around you already had the next heart attack incoming, because Felix was standing right behind you. “God, I told you not to do that!”, you complained pressing your hand to your racing heart. “Sorry mia cara, I didn’t mean to, I was just about to go searching for you”, he laughed and picked you up effortlessly so that you hooked your feet behind his back and your hand behind his neck. “I thought I’d make it back before you”, you hummed and pressed a content kiss to his cold lips. “The trial was over faster than we thought, so I rushed back to you, my love”, he smirked and sat you both down on the couch.

“I have some very big news”, you smiled with a giggle making his eyebrows raise in wonder. “Really? Something big happened in the last six hours we didn’t see each other?”, Felix grinned and looks at you. “Yes, Bella called and guess what she told me”, you excitedly changed your position to sitting on your knees. “She finally realized Edward is a failure and broke it off?”, Felix teased you and you playfully hit his chest, not to hard though (remembering what Bella told you about the time she hit Jacob). “No! The exact opposite actually, they’re getting married next month!”, you finally told him, smiling excitedly. His eyes widened and you were kind of proud of yourself for actually being able to surprise the millennia old vampire. “He really got her to agree, huh?”, Felix asked, referring to the time you told him about Edward only being willing to try having sex with Bella if they’d get married.

“Don’t say it like that, you make it sound like he’s forcing her to the altar in chains”, you giggled, “Bella was just worried about people thinking he knocked her up.” That made Felix let out a laugh: “This century is strange.” “Whatsoever, they invited us to come, so…?”, you came to the question you’ve been wanting to ask, hoping he’d say yes. “Really? Mhm…I would have to correspond with the masters, but if they agree I don’t see why not”, he reluctantly answered, making a joyful smile spread across your face. “Will you ask tomorrow?”, you pressed on, scooting closer to him, his hand laying down on your upper thigh.

“Yes, sure I will”, he smiled at how happy you were for your cousin. Simultaneously it made him wonder if you had ever thought about getting married, specifically getting married to him. That thought lingered in his mind, even after you pulled him in a hug and staying close after pulling away. “What is it?”, you asked scanning his face. He let out a huff, always amazed by how easily you could read him. “Nothing, nothing don’t worry”, he tried to shoot down your attempts to find out what was bothering him. No matter how much he loved you, he was scared of overwhelming you by talking about marriage (even though it was something he definitely wanted someday, with you). “I can see something’s wrong love, why won’t you tell me? Is it something bad, did something happen?”, he could see you were getting anxious and he could hear your heartbeat speeding up. “No, no amore it’s not that”, he tried to calm you down, “I…I was just wondering if you had ever thought about getting married.”

You were surprised to be honest, but in retrospect you could have anticipated it. He was very old fashioned and getting married was really important back in his time and with all this marriage talk, why wouldn’t it come up. „Yeah of course, why?“, you wondered, studying his face. „And what are your thoughts on marriage?“, he seemed to be carefully considering what he said, as if not trying to deter you. „Uhm I guess I always thought I would marry one day, committing to one another like that seems romantic. Nothing big though“, was this leading where you thought it was?

„Mhm“, Felix was lost in thought. Ever since being a vampire he didn’t really think about human traditions like marriage, but he knew that back when he was human these values were very important to him (eventhough he didn’t remember much from his former life). So the thought of marrying you appealed to him greatly, making his mate his the human way, he liked that thought.

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„Congrats Bella! I’m so happy for you, you look gorgeous by the way“, you hugged your cousin after you finally got your hands on her at the reception, there were so many people that wanted to congratulate the happy couple. „Thank you, I’m so happy you made it“, she smiled at you, Edward and Felix only standing behind each of you, neither saying anything.

Shortly after that interaction you were pushed aside by the next guests that wanted to get to the couple, so you and Felix made your way over to your seats. You didn’t arrive there though, because a slightly familiar voice interrupted you. „(Y/N) is that you?“, Mike Newton pulled you into a hug before you could react. He was your classmate in highschool, but you always got an odd vibe from him.

„Who would have thought we would see you again? Heard you finished high school in Italy?“, he asked, and you felt Felix hand slide around your waist. „Yeah I did, it’s amazing over there“, you smiled, trying to cut this conversation short. But you were too quick to hope, because now Angela, Jessica and Eric were walking up to you.

„Wow, would you look at that“, Jessica smiled at you, but you could tell she was unhappy that Mike didn’t pay attention to her. Nothing ever changes in Forks, doesn’t it. „It’s nice to see you again (Y/N)“, Angela smiled, and you smiled back, her being the only one of the pack you ever truly liked. „And who might that be?“, Jessica asked curiously, pointing at Felix behind you who had been quiet until now.

„My name is Felix, I’m her partner“, Felix told them with his voice a little deeper than normal and his arm tightened around your waist. „Wow, maybe I should visit Italy if all men look like that“, Jessica laughed, but before the situation became to uncomfortable Alice swooped in and saved the day. „Excuse me, I need to whisk these two away from you for now“, she giggled and lead you away.

„Thanks for saving us Alice“, you laughed when you were out of earshot. „No worries, I know how they can get, you looked really uncomfortable“, she smiled and left you to your own devices again.

You finally settled in your seats, Felix immediately sliding closer with his chair, gripping your thigh with his strong hand. „If that human ever touches you again, he will be my dinner“, he grumbled making you pat his hand. No need to mention that - going by his smirk - Felix noticed right away that his possessive display of jealousy kind of turned you on.

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You have been back in Volterra for almost a week when Felix approached you with an uncertain look on his face after he came back from his guard duty. You were sitting on the couch with your favorite book, and when you noticed his apprehension you put it away to give him your full attention.

„What is it?“, you were concerned, he rarely was unsure about anything. „Am I that easy to read?“, he chuckled and sat next to you, immediately pulling you into his side and giving you a soft kiss. „Only for me“, you grinned and gave him another kiss, before pulling back a little to like at him expectingly.

„I asked Aro for some time off“, he started to tell you what was on his mind, surprising you with the nature of it. „Time off? What for?“, you wondered and took his big cold hand that was playing with the hem of the blanket in yours, trying to give him comfort.

„I though maybe we could…I mean you told me how great you thought the honeymoon Bella and Edward are on is, and I figured even if we didn’t get married we could still get out of here for a while“, he came clean and you were stunned for a second. He surprised you again and again, who would’ve thought he is so thoughtful and sweet. God, you were so in love.

„Just us two?“, you breathed, excited at the prospect of having some real alone time with him. „Yes, if you’re comfortable with it I mean, if you don’t want to that’s-“, you interrupted him immediately, not wanting to entertain any insecurities. „Of course I want to, honestly that sound amazing“, you smiled and laced your hands behind his neck.

„Great“, he seemed to lose all his tension, sinking into your embrace and resting his chin on your head. „Where to were you thinking?“, you asked curiously, thinking about all the possibilities you had. All of the places that were really touristy or populated would probably not be in the race.

„The Volturi have several isolated properties around the world, believe it or not sometimes we do like to travel“, he chuckled, pulling you a little tighter against him, „we could use the one on an island in the Mediterranean Sea or there’s a cabin in the mountains in Switzerland.“ Humming you considered your options, you’ve never really liked beach vacations in the first place and autumn was approaching anyway, so you were leaning towards the mountains.

„Switzerland sounds nice“, you sighed closing your eyes, the affection and proximity of your mate always giving you comfort. Felix grumbled in agreement, and you were already wondering if maybe up in the mountains in a cozy cabin, Felix would feel safe enough to try - sleeping with you that is.

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You had left for the cabin the following evening, taking a small private plane and then a car from the airport. You had to travel throughout the night, because it was safe for Felix not to be spotted. When you arrived at the cabin you were in awe. It was really high up, there was snow as far as you could see. Pine trees were all around, only a small, at least a mile long, dirt path marking the way from the street to the cabin.

After Felix had carried your luggage inside, you two spent most of the day lounging around and just enjoying the calm and quiet for now. At some point you had to get up to make yourself dinner though, Felix keeping you company by sitting at the small kitchen island while you were cooking. In the evening you were laying on the couch together, the fireplace keeping you warm and cozy, while Felix was holding you close.

„You know, there’s something I’ve been meaning to do all day“, Felix broke the comfortable silence and sat you both up slowly. You could feel him taking a shaky breath, making you wonder what was happening as he didn’t need to breath after all. You turned around to look at him, the spacious couch allowing you to sit cross-legged and hold his hands still.

„This isn’t as big and pompous as it could be, and I sincerely hope that I know you well enough to be right about you preferring this the small way“, he cleared his throat and you could feel your heart pick up its pace, „I still remember the moment I met your eyes for the first time like it was yesterday, and how I realized that after millennia of being alone in this world I wouldn’t have to be anymore. My love for you is so profound, endless and unconditional and no superficial human tradition could ever capture the lengths I would go for you, but I still want to make you mine in every possible way.“

Your heart was beating so hard the blood was rushing in your ears. He let go of one of your hands and pulled something out of his pant pocket, your mind already making the connection before you fully realize what’s happening. There in his hands is a beautiful but simple ring, and your free hand started shaking, covering your mouth in shock.

„So eventhough there’s no one here to officiate anything, I still want to ask you to marry me right here, right now, just the two of us“, he finished and you were left speechless. Of all the things you were expecting to happen here, this was the last thing you were prepared for.

Not quite finding your voice yet you nodded repeatedly, and some of the tension left your mates body and he smiled. „I need to hear you say it, mia cara“, he smiled lovingly and waited patiently for you to gather yourself. Taking a deep breath you removed the hand from your mouth. „Yes“, you answered with a small voice, „yes of course I’ll marry you.“

Pure unfiltered joy broke out across Felix face. He softly lifted your hand a little, slipping the ring onto your finger. You couldn’t hold back anymore, falling into his arms and burying your head in his neck. „I love you so, so much Felix. This is perfect“, you whispered, knowing he would hear you with his vampire ears and you could feel him pull you in even tighter.

You pulled back a little and he took your face into his hand, softly meeting your lips with his. You still being human meant you had to pull back sooner than you would’ve liked, still needing to breathe. „So this is a honeymoon“, you giggled, Felix just chuckling before pulling you close again.

#x reader #felix volturi x reader #felix volturi #volturi #mates #bella swan #wedding #volturi x reader #twilight #eclipse #new moon #breaking dawn

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strandbuckley · 1 year

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My Bloody Valentine

For the @tarlosweeklyprompts Valentine's Day Fic Exchange

Gift for @noxsoulmate

“Well that was eventful,” Carlos said as he slid the loft door shut behind them, clicking the lock into place.

“That’s an understatement babe,” TK chuckled, kicking off his shoes and moving into the living room. “I just wish we could have one normal date. I’m sorry our plans got ruined.”

“It’s not your fault baby. Why don’t you go grab a shower? I’m gonna set the alarm and then I’ll join you.”

TK looked down at himself and cringed. He’d been able to clean most of the blood off his hands and arms before leaving the restaurant, but his shirt looked like a lost cause.

“At least it’s not my blood this time?”

“I’d prefer you not have any blood on you. I’ll soak that shirt before we go to bed, and see if I can save it.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe. They make a thousand just like it every day.”

TK stripped in the bedroom, throwing his ruined shirt in the trash and depositing the rest of his clothes in the hamper. Their date had already been ruined, he didn’t want Carlos to get more upset by the site of his clothes strewn across the bedroom floor. He turned the shower on and sat on the closed toilet lid, placing his head in his hands.

He was starting to be convinced they would never have a regular date. Natural disasters, emergencies, and other out-of-this-world occurrences had often interrupted their plans. He had hoped that the universe might be on their side for their first wedding anniversary. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that lucky.

They’d scheduled their anniversary date months ago, knowing it fell on the weekend before Valentine's Day. Even in October, tables for the restaurant Carlos had chosen were filling up fast and he was lucky to get a reservation for them. They’d made sure to take off work well in advance, planning for their night. Carlos wanted everything to be perfect. TK couldn’t help but think about what people said about best-laid plans.

In the beginning, everything had gone smoothly. They’d ordered drinks, Carlos specifically choosing a place with good mocktails and alcohol-free wine, which was much better than TK expected it to be. They held hands across the table as they swapped stories about their shifts from the week and Carlos didn’t roll his eyes like he usually did when TK reached across to steal some of whatever was on his plate. It wasn’t until they put in their desert orders that everything went to hell. They had been keeping a sneaky side-eye on the couple next to them. They’d been arguing quietly for most of their dinner and the two of them had been making up a backstory for them like they were soap-opera characters, trying to figure out what the problem was between them.

The guy was twitchy, hands going to his pocket, then moving abruptly. The fifth time he bumped the table on the way back up, his girlfriend snarled at him, asking what the hell his problem was. The guy had stood on trembling legs, pulled a box out of his pocket in got down on one knee.

Carlos cringed, squeezing TK’s hand. “I’m so glad you didn’t propose to me in public,” he whispered.

“I learned my lesson the first time,” TK whispered back.

Carlos made a sympathetic face but ultimately turned back to the trainwreck happening not ten feet from them. TK did the same, just in time to see the girl grab her wine and throw it in his face. He cringed, watching as the disaster continued to unfold. She began ranting about how she couldn’t believe him, that he thought a proposal would fix everything. TK found himself not being able to look away as she continued to rant. He couldn’t get the full gist of the conversation other than they never stopped fighting (which TK believed wholeheartedly) and she’d come here tonight to let him down easy.

That right there was the true breaking point. The guy had lost it, flinging the ring somewhere across the room and beginning a rant of his own. He and Carlos watched the two of them go back and forth, heads bobbing like they were watching a tennis match. Then the man picked up his steak knife.

TK felt a bit like he’d blacked out. One minute he was watching the weirdest argument of his life and the next he was on his knees trying to stop the girl from bleeding out while Carlos restrained her boyfriend.

TK snagged one of the cloth napkins, wadding it up in his hand and applying as much pressure as possible.

“Someone call 911!” he shouted, whipping his head frantically.

A member of the restaurant staff approached him with a first-aid kit, kneeling next to him, “Ambulance is on the way. I have dispatch on the line.”

“Dispatch this is TK Strand, paramedic 126. I have a female with a knife wound to the neck, I think there’s damage to the carotid.”

“TK?”

“Grace Ryder, I have never been so happy to hear your voice.”

“EMS is about five minutes out TK.”

“I don’t think she has that long Gracie,” TK said worriedly. “I’ve got pressure on the wound but it’s still a lot of blood.”

“Can you get her vitals?”

“No, I’ve sort of got my hands full. Hang on. Carlos!,” he shouted to where his husband was handing off the boyfriend to the cops.

He jogged over, dropping to his knees next to him, “What do you need me to do?”

“Please tell me they train you to take a pulse?”

“They train us, doesn’t mean I have a lot of practice.”

“Do your best baby. I just need to know if she has one. Pointer and index finger on the thumb side of her wrist.”

Carlos grabbed her hand as gently as possible, placing his fingers where TK instructed him.

“There’s a pulse but it’s really hard to feel.”

“TK,” Grace’s voice was tinny across the phone speakers. “Do you have any IV fluids?”

“Check the first aid kit,” he instructed the staff member who was still lingering by their side. “Carlos I need you to take over holding pressure for me so I can start an IV.” He made to move his hands but blood began to spurt between his fingers, soaking the front of his shirt. Carlos covered his hands with his own, giving TK an opportunity to pull away before resuming pressure.

“I’ve got saline.”

“Perfect.” TK snatched the IV bag and tubing offered to him. He did his best to prime it quickly before hanging it on the underside of the table. He did his best to clean her arm with the tiny alcohol swabs provided in the pack. He took a deep breath and let Tommy’s voice fill his brain as he mentally walked himself through the procedure.

“Okay, Grace I have fluids running. And EMS is here,” he breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of sirens and approaching footsteps.

He stepped away, letting the team from the 105 take over. Carlos placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Let’s get you home and cleaned up.”

That’s how TK found himself in the shower, staring at the tile floor as dark red blood swirled down the drain. He didn’t move as the glass door opened, only shivering slightly as the cool breeze hit his wet body. Carlos stepped in behind him, closing the door and wrapping gentle arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry our date got ruined baby,” TK apologized again, dropping his head back on his husband’s shoulder.

“TK a man assaulting his girlfriend with a knife is absolutely not your fault. I am so proud of you babe.”

“Why?”

“Because you saved her life. You were calm, you were collected, and seeing you in your element impresses me every time TK. You’re an amazing fucking paramedic. So our date wasn’t what we planned? We have the rest of forever to make up for one bad anniversary date.”

“I love you,” TK whispered.

“I love you more.”

TK slept better than he thought he would that night, utterly exhausted from the night’s events. When he woke, the bedroom was still dark (thank god for black-out curtains) but Carlos’s side of the bed had long gone cold. He was shocked by what he found when he padded into the kitchen.

“It looks like Valentine’s Day threw up in here,” TK chuckled, taking the mug of coffee he was offered.

“Target was a little short on decorations so I improvised.”

“What is all this?”

“This is our anniversary celebration. I figured since our date didn’t work out as planned, we could celebrate here at home. Just the two of us.”

“God I love you.”

“You’ll love me even more when I tell you there are cinnamon rolls in the oven.”

“I’m so glad I married you.”

“Me too babe. Me too.”

#twpvficexhange #tarlos #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #my works #911 lone star fic #911 lone star

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fanficapologist · 2 months

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Whew boy, the tension between Alys and Maera was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I think this is also a lesson to take Helaena more seriously *nods solemnly* we’re taking notes of these prophecies. I combed through the previous chapters to find that particular quote hahahaha.

First, let’s unpack the confrontation scene. Not sure if this is just me but I kind of feel like Maera was humiliated? I can’t name the exact emotion but yeah, because Alys got pregnant first, and a boy no less. Props to Maera too because in the spirit of not pitting women against women, she really held it together. I can see how she wouldn’t want to immediately lash out at Alys just because she’d lain with Aemond, I mean it does take two to tango, but good lord, is Alys testing her. I don’t expect her and Alys to become fast friends because there will always be tension given her feelings for Aemond and Alys also seems to somehow hint she has him under her spell but I don’t know what she’s playing at because from the onset it seemed every breath is a taunt.

Alys also seemed condescending or patronizing because here Maera is, confronting her and she’s somehow made to feel like she’s the mistress.

“You look upset; you needn’t be” it’s like Maera is the mistress finding out the wife is pregnant. Translation: oh, don’t worry, you’ll get to play happy family too.

I think it must also be jarring given their physical resemblance. In a way it seemed Aemond only liked her because she reminds him of Alys, which again, if I were her, I’d be questioning my entire relationship as well. Again, props to Maera for regaining control of the situation because really, what would happen should Alys give birth? I think even if Aemond didn’t have romantic feelings for Alys, no doubt he’d feel something for his child. And in other versions or tales about Alys, she asserts her child’s right to the throne, and in this universe, this puts Maera in danger or at the very least calls her status into question.

Next, THAT convo with Aemond. Yeah, I do believe he didn’t know but surely he can’t be so stupid and not think it through?? I mean what did he think Alys was going to do with his seed? He already knows it needs to be through lying with her. Or maybe he was so desperate for him and Maera to happen he’d say yes even if it meant selling his soul but did he think he’d get off scot-free? Serves him right, Maera leaving him sexually frustrated. I also think in a way it’s a form of reassurance for her, to remind herself that even though he has a bastard, he’d lain with Alys, at the end of the day, she’s the one he loves and wants.

Ooh this was difficult to read but at the same time, I can’t quite stop hahaha. And while I feel sorry for Alys because a lot of people can be quite posessive-protective of Aemond, myself included, thus damning anyone who’ll portray her, I do feel, in your story, she merits only a few chapters hahahaha. I can’t quite stand her, there I said it. That said, I am sooo ready as to how things will unfold. 💕

I’m curious to think why Alys is so fucking certain she’s having a boy 🙄 it would certainly strengthen her position, and she knows that, but she’s just a bit too confident for my liking

I think I can only do like three or four more chapters of Alys because as much as I want her to be in the story I fucking hate her 🤣 (totally not because I’m a possessive protective Aemond girly)

For real, the sex was for Maera, not for him. She came and went (literally) 🖤

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potionpeddlerpatchy · 7 months

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i was going through your chest of items and this old book really caught my eye, it reads “haikyuu” on the front. i’d love to purchase it from you if you’ll let me 🫶🏻

Oh, hello Mars, so wonderful of you to drop by to celebrate such an event for myself and my little shop; I have enjoyed your patronage over the past few months 💛

Ah yes, that is quite an interesting book, with quite an interesting history to it. Before it came into my hand it was in the hands of a few others before; though I suppose what was in the pages was not meant for them as they held little interest and gave it away without hesitation. I, for one, knew it was not meant for me as the pages seemed rather empty whenever my eyes would scan them, but figured I would keep it just in case those words lept at the right person meant to read their words.

I am hoping they will leap at yours. 🔮

You couldn't quite explain it.

One moment you had seated yourself in a plush chair in the corner of that strange peddler's shop, fingers delicately tracing the old, thick, paper of the worn book she had allowed you to take and look over, the next you became overwhelmed by the sudden feeling of loneliness; the kind that only creeps into your heart and weighs it down so heavily after years of isolation.

Despite knowing otherwise, knowing of your life and the mundane trail it led, the pages of this old book made it easy for you to believe that you had been locked away in this tall stone tower throughout all of it.

You sighed, as you leaned your arms upon the windowsill to slump down to look at the same small view from the only window you had offered to you. There was never anything of note to see, the image before you the same as it was the day before and the many more previous to it but it was the better option presented to you. It was either that or to stare at the same four grey walls that made up your small home. At least if you looked out the window, you could catch a glimpse of a bird or chipmunk scurrying by, rather than having to stare at the same couple of paintings you poorly created in your boredom over the years.

You had wished to go out and actually walk amongst the trees and flora that surrounded your tower, but alas there was no way for you to leave. There was no door that lead out of this place, the only way was to be lowered down from the current window you perched yourself in; once held a hundred feet in the air. But with no rope at your disposal, and your hair not yet reaching the length needed to help you safely at the ground, you were at the mercy of those who did have rope.

And the only one who knew you were up here was your mother; a woman who had gone to the closest marketplace to gather supplies. The longer she was gone on these trips made the loneliness and desire for something more to weave its way into your heart; especially lately as these trips of hers have begun to happen almost every week.

It left you wanting for more.

It left you wanting for a life. For something to do, to look forward to, to have a reason to wake every morning other than to help someone into your home. And most importantly, to have at least another companion to speak with, to share stories, and to learn new things from the experiences they got to achieve.

A friend that was all you wanted.

It seems though, as you later come to realize, that in times of most desperate need an answer would show itself. Some in a more overt fashion, and others in a more subtle way. And for you? Your answer came in a way not as conventional as you would have thought it.

It came to you, on a day that seemed as humdrum as before, on the thundering hooves of a galloping dark horse. The bright red hair of its rider is what made your body perk up with interest, as you eyes widened as you brightly watched the scene unfold before you as he neared closer to your small abode. You gaped as the man leaped off his horse, slapping at its behind to have the beast scurry off in back into the woods it just came – perhaps to confuse the people that it had been running from, you could only guess – as the man ran his way towards your tower.

You watched, as much as you could given your limited view, as he ran across the entirety of it in hopes to find a way in. An assumption that became evident when he appeared once more back into your line of sight once more, his frantic footfall made it clear that he was in distress. Despite your better judgement, over all the teachings and warnings your mother gave you over talking to those you did not know, you couldn’t help but call out to him.

“Hey you!” You winced once the words left your lips at the unease, almost shakiness, at which you called out “What are you doing here?”

He looked up at you, clearly surprised to know that someone else was with him, for he was sure that this place was abandoned given all the tall tales his comrades would tell of this place. He found himself hesitating in his plan of escape by your surprised arrival, skipping in his stride as he struggled to figure out what to do now.

You took his beat of hesitation to your advantage as you called down to him; once more asking what he was doing there, waiting with bated breath as you became somewhat eager for his response.

“H-hello maiden!” He gave a shy wave, unsure of what else to do “I cannot say anything more than how surprised I am to see someone here!”

“And why is that?” You called, eyebrows furrowing as you took in his words for how could you mere existence be surprising?

“Tales that I have heard, stories that claim this place has long been abandoned.” He reassured as best he could, head darting back behind him as he briefly looked back towards to woods “Perhaps I could share them with you?”

He could sense you hesitation over his response, clearly you were not used to company and would not easily accept some strange man into your abode, as you slinked slightly away from your small window.

“Please?” He pleaded, taking a tentative step closer “I know this may all be strange, and perhaps even a little frightening, for you. But there are people who are after me and I fear I no longer have a stead to carry me, nor anywhere else to go to hide.”

“Why are people after you?” You questioned, finding the desperation over his tone tugging upon your heart.

“A petty argument gone wrong” He sighed, his shoulder slumping in defeat “and it appears I have offended the wrong person, and now they wish for my head.”

It took you a moment as you gnawed at your lip, trying to come to terms to see whether or not his words rang true or if he simply wished to do you harm. But the longer you mulled over your situation, the more it became apparent that he perhaps was telling the truth as you could hear more thunder footfall of horses approaching and his pleading became more desperate.

“Do you have a rope?” You finally called out, watching in the distance as blurs of white peeked through the trees.

Despite the distance between the pair of you, how high you were in your tower, you could still make out the bright smile of relief that danced across his face as he ran off once more to find something akin to what you asked; after a moment he came back with a large and worn-out rope engulfing his hold.

“On the wheel!” You shouted, hand taking of a similar one that was situated outside your window.

He took head of your hint, he wrapped and secured the rope to the pulley system designed for entrance to this ancient tower of stone, carefully fishing it upward so that it may reach to you and allow himself the chance to climb up and seek refuge.

You stumble back slightly as he made his way into your home, silently forgiving him for such an instruction given the circumstances before helping him to his feet; your breath leaving your lungs as you were finally met with his beautiful, honeyed eyes; ones that sang out gratitude towards you as he engulfed your hand in his

“My name is Hinata, and I am in your debt!”

~ “I am guessing you like it?”

The peddler’s hum broke you out of your trance, out of the hold this book and held you prisoner within. You took a shaky breath in as you tried to realign yourself with your surroundings once more before nodding your head.

“Y-yes, very much so. It’s all quite captivating” You finally stuttered out as you closed the heavy book in your lap and stood from your chair.

“Suppose then you wish to take it with you?” She smiled, helping you to gather your wits before you made it to the door “After all, Hinata will be eagerly awaiting your return”

I do hope your story will continue to unfold in the most wonderous of ways, though be careful not to let it take complete hold of you. Though it may be riveting for a moment, it is not real. Though I can promise you the story in that book was meant for you, and therefore will unfold when the time is right.

Well, at least some elements will. Doubt you will be locked in a tower, but I can assure that Hinata will come to you in a manner you will not expect 🔮

I do hope you wish to keep what you found, for all 'sales' are final

#please Mars I do hope you like your find #would hate to see this book back on my shelves after it became so taken with you!#🔮.the peddler's one year event #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo haikyuu

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gunnerkriggcritical · 1 year

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I’ll share my personal story here in condensed form. I started reading the comic about 10 years ago and quickly became obsessed. I’d say at this point I’ve reread the entire thing… I don’t know, let’s say 5 or 6 times. At its peak, no other webcomic can match Gunnerkrigg for art, for story, or for character. What a stunning, spooky, subtle, complex, and deeply moving comic—and at times hilarious as well. All centered around Annie, one of the most heartbreakingly relatable characters I’ve ever encountered.

My personal turning point was The Tree. I feel like this is where some other fans would put their turning points, too. Anthony’s return brought the comic to a point I feel like it still hasn’t recovered from. Something happened at that point which slowly but surely made GKC a chore to read and keep up with, rather than a pleasure. The story now proceeds in awkward leaps and lurches rather than the patient, unfolding pace we were accustomed to for the first decade.

Nowadays, there’s no slow, careful unfolding of story. Major plot threads get resolved—or introduced and then immediately resolved (see the two Annies)—in ways that feel nowhere near satisfying or even coherent. New arcs are introduced that feel weird and tacked-on and, at worst, annoyingly unwelcome (Loup, who has never quite felt integrated into the story of the comic). The story is telling rather than showing 99.9% of the time. It’s ALL exposition. It’s like Tom is racing at full tilt towards the finish line so he can start working on something else he’s more passionate about. And worst of all, Annie Carver herself now feels like a side character in her own story. She displays few moments of autonomy or personality. She’s just kind of “girl who is there.” I don’t feel like we know her anymore. And for such an incredibly nuanced protagonist, that’s the worst crime of all.

But I might still be reading if not for two particular incidents. I usually can stay loyal to something I’ve loved despite its declining quality, but I never quite came back from the chapter where Tom seems to address reader criticism of Tony, Annie’s deadbeat-at-best dad, by having an entire chapter dedicated to how Tony is excused from being a deadbeat, actually, because he has an ambiguous mental illness of some sort, and ending with Annie looking directly at the viewer to tell us she doesn’t care and loves him anyway and she’s fine and we should all stop worrying, and then having Jones, the literal impartial observer character, agree with her.

That was my last straw. The comic was done for me after that. All my goodwill was gone. I’m honestly still enraged even though this happened more than a year ago; I could talk about it for paragraphs in another post, and I probably will. But for whatever reason I kept reading, morbid curiosity I guess?

Until I reached the point where Lana is almost sexually assaulted by elf kids. I couldn’t believe what I was reading, for so many reasons. GKC has gone so very far off the rails. I realized I was actively dreading each new page and I didn’t want to read at all anymore. I’m done, and I’ve only periodically checked in with the comic since then, each time discovering it’s gone even further off the rails than before.

It really feels like the author has clocked out. The art is no longer stunning (IMO), and the story no longer has any passion in it. It’s not unique or charming or heartbreaking or funny the way it once was. It’s just… random stuff happening. A story about robots, told robotically. At turns, unfortunately, it’s even actively offensive and bad. And for a comic that was once so special, that sucks especially much.

#gunnerkrigg court #gunnerkrigg #please excuse any typos I wrote this in notes app lol #antimony carver #kat donlan

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remy2fang · 1 month

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So about them Season 2 SF6 Leaks

If you’re curious what the leak is, it can be seen here:

https://x.com/daryo1989/status/1769861372740042895?s=46&t=iEGeYIIN_aP028wRnoVcUQ

There were a mixture of reactions for this. The people who main those characters are happy while everyone else, which I think it’s the majority, were really upset. The leaker is supposedly Vergeben, who actually had a hit or miss record in leaking info. But his leak for the SF6 season 1 characters was almost 100% accurate, down to “Cammy wearing pants.” To me, if there’s a short written description of the characters’ appearance, they tend to be true as oppose to just naming the characters. But I read that this Vergeben may be an imposter because that’s not his real Reddit account. His real account is DasVergeben while the most recent one is shinvergeben. But the DasVergeben account hadn’t posted anything in the past 2 years, so who knows if shinvergeben is the same guy or not, but created a new Reddit account.

Ngl, when I saw the list, I was kinda sad. F.A.N.G’s purpose in Street Fighter 6 is to revive Bison and Shadaloo. This was known since the TOXICITY story was released in 2018. I’d like to see how his revival journey would unfold in his Arcade or World Tour Mode because it sounds like a compelling character story. But if Bison comes back as a DLC before a playable F.A.N.G, that could mean FANG’s moment to shine in SF6 would become unlikely because his goal had already been met, so what’s the point. Sure, we might see FANG’s revival journey through Bison’s story, but it would be much better if it was through a playable FANG. It would give more meaning and significance to his story. Alas, I guess I’ll just accept FANG as an NPC for the entirety of SF6. FANG would be happy for Bison’s return, at least. But I’d still be salty that Capcom decided to steal FANG’s thunder. It would be nice if both FANG and Bison were to some back to SF6 in the same season…preferably FANG coming before Bison. Oh well. Dee Jay and Ed spoiled me so much because they proved that characters don’t have to be super popular in order to come back to a Street Fighter game.

Anyway enough of my rant. Regardless if the leaker source is true or false, I personally believe the Bison part is true. Back many months ago in October, I found unused voice clips for F.A.N.G. I had a feeling they’ll eventually be used in a later dlc. At first I thought they would be heard in the Ed DLC, but that didn’t happen. So I have a feeling they would be used in the Bison DLC instead. F.A.N.G did say Bison’s name twice in unknown contexts, and they were not heard during the AKI dlc. I’m assuming he either thinks about Bison or he finally sees Bison alive again. You can listen to extracted unused voice audio here, starting at 0:39 :

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Now I have my own thoughts on what may happen during the Bison DLC. Based on the voice lines above, I think the avatar would be helping F.A.N.G in finding resources to revive Bison and Shadaloo. Unused lines like “You have my gratitude” and “Splendid job” sounds like you’re doing some tasks for him. I did mentioned about this in an older post:

If the avatar is indeed helping F.A.N.G revive Bison, then the avatar is both hero and villain!

#street fighter #f.a.n.g #m. bison #m bison #street fighter 6 #sf6 #sf6 world tour #sf6 thoughts #sf6 leak #Youtube

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hyunjinspark · 7 months

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jade. i'm unwell.

felt like i was holding my breath the entire chapter because of the angst. it's crazy how much of an emotional impact slwy has on me. that's how you know you're an amazing writer, when your readers are so consumed with you're writing that you can experience all the emotions the character's are feeling

also want to understand and see hyunjin's pov. y/n has always been the one to chase but i wanna see hyunjin really fight for y/n. i'm glad y/n didn't give in to hyunjin as much this time and stood her ground, it's not fair that y/n is always the one getting ignored and ghosted

uni has been taking over my life and i knew you were going to post ch 17 mid-week and that's what actually motivated me to get through the week. just the thought that i can treat myself to reading the new chapter on saturday morning. i just wanted to thank you again for blessing us with your stories because it's such a nice escape.

i never want slwy to end, i feel like there's so much more to unpack and unfold. you put so much effort and time curating this masterpiece and developing all these characters that it's hard to believe it will all come to an end so soon. i wish slwy would never end. i love love loved only fools but something about slwy just hits different, it has so much depth to it and im just way to emotionally invested in it.

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ahh hello !

this made me so happy, im so glad you liked it so much, especially the angst ! you’re right, we definitely need to see hyunjin do the chasing. 😩

it’s funny that you knew i’d post in the middle of the week, it happens that way because i always end up editing on the weekends after work and classes 😭

i wish slwy could be forever too. i love this universe, but there’s still a few chapters don’t worry :( i understand what you mean. it definitely has a very different vibe than only fools, and slwy is just so personal to me.

thank you for loving it too.

#star lost with you

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kinocomix · 3 months

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metal band story devlog 12: Making art in 2024, a survival guide but also DOGGO

first things first, as I oh so subtly implied in the title of this devlog, have a dog:

I’m sure someone is out there yelling at their screen with anatomy complaints, but I like it.

This is a braque d'auvergne dog and it kinda looks like, well, every spotted dog ever.

image from 101dogbreeds https://www.101dogbreeds.com/coat/spotted-dogs

The drawing above is the initial draft of what I kind of want the dog to look like for the most part. I’m taking the liberty of changing some things here and there, since I want the dog to be a mutt.

Here you can see I changed the torso shape, and made it so that I can redraw the design faithfully using simple proportions. I also took extra care to decide what the eyes looked like, so I tried several things there:

I ended up settling for, once again, the initial once I came up with (I swear I don’t do this all the time). I felt like I wanted the dog to feel like it could talk, but subvert that by having it be just a normal dog. During my research I also came across something cool that I will not be including in the design. Which is the fact that if a dog sustains an intense scar, the hair grows back WHITE.

also, this could entirely be me and my bias but it’s… hard to find pictures of deformed dogs that are ugly? like dogs are always so excited to exist that even if their entire lower jaw is missing they’ll look like a vibe and be having a good time if you’re nice to them.

on a final note regarding dogs, have this. It’s out of context and I won’t explain it cause I’d like to have everyone try to figure it out.

With that being done, you might notice I don’t have a final design yet, because the four sketches I drew were the only things I was able to accomplish this week. This is realistic progress. So let's talk about art in the internet age. you thought this was going to be a straightforward devlog about a dog? well think again.

This week I had a lot of thinking to do outside of the context of comics and art. I’m 27, and although the internet has led us to believe that it’s straightforward to be a microcelebrity for a living it’s actually very difficult, and the mental toll it can take on you is equally as worth noting. it’s weird and volatile and you’re fighting an ever changing landscape of other people trying to get heard. I currently work at a board game store, one of the nicest jobs I could have hoped for. My boss is a fun guy, my coworkers are awesome and the people who come to the store are nice and from all walks of life… but it’s not sustainable for me. It's the night shift which goes against my natural circadian rhythm and the pay is mostly being spent on transport at the moment. One time I offhandedly said “art is made by people with day jobs” and while I meant it at the time the true meaning and depth of that statement is still unfolding to me. While writing this devlog, I had a job interview to attend. If we’re being realistic, while it’s possible for me to make a living off of making my comics for a dedicated niche audience that supports me on patreon, the chances of that actually happening are quite low given the fact that the rate at which I output things doesn’t work with the modern internet’s unquenchable need for more stuff.

this isn’t a new thing or will it ever go away. Art is an extension of us as human beings, it’s our desire to project meaning onto an uncaring world that we are part of. it’s ironic if you think about it for a second, a more pretentious person would call it something like “the duality of man” or some shit but I wouldn’t like that to be me. god, it would be so hilarious to look back at this devlog years from now and realize I unironically said “the duality of man”. Anyways the value of art, as we know, is not dedicated by how much attention it gets otherwise hominids all those years ago wouldn’t have put color to stone

Cave drawing in the upper Paleolithic cave of Chauvet-Pont d'Arc, Ardeche, France

you see there’s no real way of saying “I want less digital things in my life” without the internet seeing you as a 4567 year old grandma yelling at a cloud but that’s it really. The way I see it, artists on the internet can end up somewhere on this graph:

I think I fall where the red dot does. On top is my friend fouad, working on his graphic novel having left the internet entirely. closer to the left are most youtubers, to the right are people like my dad’s uncle, who would paint for himself and family members exclusively.

Today was the first day where I looked at someone whose art was exclusive to one very specific place and said “I get it”. beyond a certain point the feeling of making something cool can get overshadowed by all the people running towards it. Meaningful connection gets replaced by a wall of words from many people where your ability to engage with it gets harder and harder the bigger the wall gets. Which is why I think I’m going to put the comic here on tumblr and tapas, and not bother with other places really.

Eventually, I’d like to be an art teacher. Until then we’ll make it work with what we have, and even if I don’t get my dream job I think I’ll still be happy.

Devlog update on Tuesdays.

#comic #webcomic #webcomics #kinocomix #devlog #graphic novel #metal #art #career #doggo #disabled dog

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aquitainequeen · 10 months

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The Events At Poroth Farm Read Along: June 15

Continuing until August 20th, stay tuned for the unfolding of the terrible truth about The Events at Poroth Farm, by T.E.D Klein!

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‘Something really weird happened today. I still keep trying to figure it out.’

With the Poroths gone for most of the day, walking into Gilead very early in the morning to attend Sunday worship and not returning until four, Jeremy is left to his own devices. While watching two of the cats, Bwada and Phaedra, chasing something near the barn, Jeremy makes himself breakfast and tries to keep going with Dracula, but can’t manage to enjoy the Whitby scenes after Jonathan Harker’s terrifying ordeal in the castle. Bored and lonely despite his masses of books, he sets out into the woods again. Following the stream and coming once more to the circular pool, he wades into the centre of the water and once again makes the strange signs with his face and hands that he did some days earlier in the tree – but feels they have somehow been robbed of their power. Plus he ends up having to pull a leech off his right ankle upon exiting the pool, and feeling somehow that the woods have become hostile to him, he beats a hasty retreat.

And on the way back to the farm he finds Bwada on the bank of the stream, on her side, dead.

‘She couldn’t have been dead for long, since I’d seen her only a few hours before, but she was already stiff. There was foam around her jaws. I couldn’t tell what had happened to her until I turned her over with a stick and saw, on the side that had lain against the ground, a gaping red hole, that opened like some new orifice. The skin around it was folded back in little triangular flaps, exposing the pink flesh beneath. I backed off in disgust, but I could see even from several feet away that the hole had been made from the inside.’

Confused, unsettled and uncertain about what to do with Bwada’s corpse, Jeremy eventually decides to leave it where it is, leaving it for Sarr to find so that he doesn’t have to tell the man himself.

When the Poroths return and call Jeremy for dinner, they’re curious about why Bwada hasn’t come in with the others cats. With Jeremy sticking to his lie that he hasn’t seen her, Sarr grows concerned and plans to go out while it’s still light to find her…

…but in the middle of dinner, they hear a scratching at the door, and Sarr opens it to let Bwada in.

While Jeremy is stunned into silence, the Poroths fuss over the cat and believe she’s hurt herself, bruising her side by running into something; when Bwada’s put down on the floor she walks clumsily and slips when she tries to walk about, seemingly unsure of how to use her muscles. Sarr plans to take her to the vet on the morrow if she’s worse. Jeremy tries to work out what he saw in the woods; perhaps he was wrong in assuming she was dead, she might have had a fit, she went into shock after running into something…but if so, what happened to that hole what seemed to come from inside her?

After killing the evening’s spiders and trying to read some more of Stoker, Jeremy writes up the events of the day while his mind keeps returning to one particular thing. Bwada kept staring at him throughout the evening, never blinking; when he mentioned it to Sarr, just as Sarr looked up, she blinked. As if she had understood him.

(If you want to read along and delight in T.E.D. Klein’s magnificent novella, you can find it in American Supernatural Tales (Penguin Classics) or The Cthulhu Mythos MEGAPACK ®: 40 Modern and Classic Lovecraftian Stories. If it turns out that I get a cease and desist from Klein et al, go and read the novella regardless!)

#This is when things start to get REALLY good #the events at poroth farm read along #the events at poroth farm #t.e.d. klein

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heliads · 3 years

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Alone

Based on this request: “Kaz Brekker x Reader based on the Winter Soldier’s story from Marvel? reader is an enhanced human and is a good addition to the Dregs, but her past comes back to haunt her because someone who used to control her says the string of code words used to control her and tries to use her to hurt the Crows?” masterlist

Kaz Brekker is alone. He’s waiting in one of the shadowy alcoves of a street corner, ready for the events ahead to unfold. This isn’t the first time that he’s found himself in a dimly lit nook or cranny- there are far too many in the Barrel for even his mind to remember each one. Kaz is fairly certain that he’s spent more time skulking in the alleys of Ketterdam than indoors, although that wouldn’t surprise anyone who’s had the misfortune of hearing his name. Dirtyhands wouldn’t turn down a job. Dirtyhands wouldn’t pass up the risk of bloodying his knuckles for a cushy indoor occupation.

Kaz sees a group of three or four thugs heading down a street opposite him and smiles. It’s a cold look, more an animalistic baring of teeth than anything that could remotely resemble happiness. Once the thugs have disappeared down the cobblestoned avenue, he withdraws himself from the inky shadow and follows them. Even though Kaz treads directly in the center of the road, where anyone and everyone is parley to his journey, he doesn’t think that anyone actually sees him. It appears that Inej is not the only one able to play Wraith.

Kaz follows the thugs, footsteps barely making a noise as they lift from the twisted stones and ruts of the road. He pauses a few seconds by a row of street vendors, as if he’s just another mercher or pigeon that’s strayed too far from the more comfortable areas near the University, then continues on his way. By now, the thugs have vanished into a nearby alley, and judging by the way passersby avidly avoid eye contact with anyone or anything inside, they’ve found themselves a victim.

Kaz turns and heads directly towards the alley. He pauses by the mouth, tucking his cane away inside his long coat so its enamel doesn’t shine, toothlike, and reveal his identity. From what he can see inside the alley, the thugs are whaling on a girl about Kaz’s age. Or, they should have been whaling on her, except that the girl has taken all of them on easily and they lie panting by her feet.

One of Kaz’s eyebrows raises almost imperceptibly. This isn’t what he’d anticipated- but, no matter, he can continue on as planned. Kaz strides into the alley, past the retreating forms of the thugs, to come to a stop by the girl. “Well, I’d planned to offer up some help, but it appears you don’t entirely need that.” The girl lets out a half-laugh, inspecting her knuckles for blood that is likely not her own. “My fists are good enough, thank you. Did you hire the thugs or did you just happen upon me?”

Kaz makes a scoffing noise in the back of his throat. “Of course I didn’t hire the thugs. You think every criminal in the Barrel has a motive?” He definitely hired the thugs. How else would he know when and how to meet this girl, the one who’s currently on the run from about half of the Shu military? Coincidences don’t exist in Ketterdam. Everything that happens to you, good and bad, has been planned by someone else.

The girl shrugs, although Kaz can tell by the wariness in her shoulders that she doesn’t believe him. Good- Kaz wouldn’t look to her as a potential investment if she was a fool. “If you’re truly here to help, which I doubt, then what do you want? I haven’t got all day.” Kaz forces a neutral expression. “Then I suppose it’s a good thing that it’s night instead. I’m here to offer you a job, Y/N.” The girl’s eyes clear. “Ah. That’s why you’re here.”

Kaz spreads his hands. “Word travels fast in the canals. Do you want to have this conversation here or somewhere a little more secure?” Y/N matches his tone. “It’s the Barrel. Nothing’s secure. All the same, I’ll go. Where are you taking me?” Kaz shrugs. “I’m not taking you anywhere. There’s a building down two streets and three over. They call it the Slat. We’ll talk there.” Y/N opens her mouth to question him on how exactly she’s supposed to get there, but when she looks back at Kaz, he’s gone and she is alone in the alley once more.

Y/N only waits a moment more before heading back out into the streets. Kaz follows her from a distance, just far enough that he doesn’t lose her in the crowds. Y/N walks purposefully, as if she’s been in the city her entire life. She strides past vendors and salesmen until she’s in an empty stretch of the roads, then casually turns her head to the side. She speaks as if to herself, but Kaz hears every word. “You know, Brekker, I’m going to your building. You might as well stop following me.”

A moment later, he’s beside her again. “You know my face?” Y/N shakes her head. “No ground-level conman would talk with as much confidence as you. You’d have to be good, and seeing as you want me to meet in Dreg territory, you’re supposed to be one of the best. Why try to trick me, Brekker? Scared your information isn’t good?” He tilts his head to the side, considering this. “Kaz.” Y/N raises an eyebrow. “Kaz?” He nods. “The only people who use my last name are rivals, merchers, or other gang bosses. Seeing as you’d do well to be none of those, you can call me Kaz. And, by the way, my informants aren’t wrong. If you know me, you should know that I’m not to be doubted.”

Dirtyhands speaks at this moment, full of veiled threats and promises of vengeance. Gone is the act of the average crook, but Y/N doesn’t seem any more afraid than before. In fact, she almost laughs. “Sure thing, Kaz. I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.” Kaz faces the absurd temptation to share in her half smile. He forces the urge down.

Kaz sits with Y/N in his office. He’s fairly certain that Inej is prowling the roof above him, curious, but that hardly concerns him now. He folds his hands in front of him on the desk. “So. What is it about you that landed the Shu military on your tail? It’s fairly hard to anger an entire country, although I’ve been trying.” Y/N’s lips twitch faintly in a smile. “I assumed you already knew everything about me. Should I be doubting you after all?”

Kaz glances over at her, and she sighs. “Fine, I’ll stop making fun of you. Don’t worry, the Shu won’t bother you. I’ve managed to shake them.” Kaz’s gaze is piercing. “That isn’t what I asked.” Y/N returns his glare. “That’s what you’ll get, though. If it was something you should know, you would have heard it already. We all have our secrets to keep. If mine is too much for you, retract your job offer and we’ll go our separate ways.”

Kaz stares her down for a moment longer, then nods. “An acceptable agreement. You’ll be here as a guard and fighter. If I ask you to do something, you do it, no questions asked. I won’t intrude on your past as long as it doesn’t become a problem.” Y/N nods. “All of that sounds understandable.” Kaz shakes her hand, fighting the waves of nausea sweeping through him. “The deal is the deal.”

Y/N may swear all she wants about keeping secrets, but as the months pass on, Kaz learns a little more about her. It’s not just the Shu military she’s running from, he realizes, it’s the scientists. Those in Shu Han may try their hardest to hide all details of their schemes, but even precious details have found their way across the waters to Ketterdam. There’s something known as the khergud program, where Shu doctors and scientists do their best to engineer the best possible soldiers. As it turns out, Y/N is one of them.

She doesn’t speak a word about it, not at first. Eventually, Kaz grows on her, and she talks, albeit reluctantly. At first, she just mentions vague descriptions of administered medications and weapons training, and then, as the months wear by and they grow closer, she speaks of more. At one point, Kaz finds himself in his office with her once again, when the hours are late and she’s trying to deny the fact that she still has nightmares about what happened. They’re sitting close, side by side, no longer separated by his desk, when she looks at him through haunted eyes and tells him everything.

Kaz knew a little bit before, about how Y/N is able to run faster and endure more than any human being ever should. He’s seen her crush a man’s skull like a flower petal. It made no sense to him then, but it does now. Y/N L/N was biologically engineered to be a toy soldier, someone who could kill a dozen men in a heartbeat using nothing more than her hands if necessary. However, when the scientists created their immortal men, they faced the difficulties of rebellion from their puppets. So, they instituted mind controls, and coded lists of words in each soldier’s head. Once these words were said, all facets of the test subjects’ minds shut down. All that existed was what their doctors or commanders instructed. They would kill their families without blinking, and wake up to their broken bodies only when the orders came through.

Kaz has seen his share of horror. There’s no way to live in the Barrel without avoiding it. That being said, he hasn’t heard something as sinister as this in a long time. The thought of something like this happening to Y/N makes him want to go out and make the rivers of the world run red with the blood of everyone who's hurt her before. The only time he’s felt this much thirst for vengeance was with Pekka Rollins, and this far outshines that. In a way, it almost scares him, how much death he wants to cause.

In the end, Kaz does not go on some foolish quest for vengeance and stays firmly seated in his chair, mentioning nothings about how Y/N’s safe with them. There is no safety, she knows that just as well as he does, but at least it’s something to say. They don’t leave the office for a long time, until dawn is firmly ensconced in every hour and minute of the day. Even then, it’s hard for the topic to leave his mind.

Maybe that’s why he starts researching scientists and doctors, anyone who can help remove mind control. Kaz rarely does things for people other than himself, and even then, he’s likely to charge exorbitant rates for every seeming act of kindness. When he’s tempted towards selfishness again, though, he thinks of the look in Y/N’s eyes when she’d told him that she was still a monster, someone who could be controlled by those few words even now that she’d escaped from the laboratories. She never told him the control words for safety, but sometimes he sees her flinch when someone says a word during a casual conversation and he silently remembers to never say those phrases again.

So, in some fit of heroism, Kaz finds experts in mind control. He says nothing of the job at hand, nothing that could get the Shu scientists on his tail. They say they have a way to break systems of the head, and agree to meet him in some shady corner of the Barrel reserved for the bad business deals that seem to happen hourly in this part of the city. He tells Y/N about it before they go. She nods and agrees to go with him, although she makes sure to stay out of sight. The odds that this is a trap are overwhelming; Kaz goes nonetheless.

Kaz meets two Shu scientists in an empty courtyard around twenty bells. The other Crows and Y/N are scattered around the perimeter, some visible, some not. Kaz begins with the usual formalities before the men finally tell him what he wants to hear: they can stop mind control, but it will be difficult. Kaz wants to scoff- of course it will be difficult. Nothing in this world comes easy, let alone a cure for something like this. He may be young, but he isn’t so naïve as to think that there will ever be an easy way out of anything.

He’s just about to ask them to name their price when one of the scientists shifts slightly, as if they’ve recognized a familiar face. He says something quickly in Shu to his counterpart, both nod in unison. Then one of them starts to shout something loudly, something in Shu that Kaz cannot understand. It takes him a moment to realize that the man is uttering a long string of words, words that could be Y/N’s chain of commands.

His theory is proven right in a second, when Y/N streaks out of the shadows to launch herself at the men. She’s moving as fast as she can, face twisted with terror. Kaz has seen her face down impossible odds many times, but something about the fear on her face is unlike anything he’s ever seen before. She lunges towards the man still shouting out the code words, but just before she reaches him, he says the last one with an air of victory.

The transformation is immediate and shocking. It’s like watching a house, previously illuminated from every window, suddenly go silent and cold. Everything that was there before is gone, replaced by an eerie nothingness. Yes, the body before him is still Y/N’s, still alive, but every shred of her that had been there before is gone. It’s as if someone has reanimated her corpse- there is nothing human left there at all. Finally, Kaz understands her fears- this is a fate worse than death, to have self-control so removed from you.

The scientist clicks his tongue in approval. “Good. The program still works.” He jerks his head towards Kaz, who’s still standing there in mute horror, and the rest of the Crows, who are just starting to react towards this change in events and emerge from the shadows. “Get rid of the evidence, soldier.” The other two men turn around, evidently unconcerned about what is about to happen. This is understandable- when Y/N pivots to face Kaz again, there is nothing in her expression to indicate that she has ever known him before.

Kaz is ready for the blows when they come; the hurt that follows, less so. He’s barely able to block her first punches, already reeling from their impact, and is saved by the arrival of Inej, Jesper, and the others to draw her fire away from him. Inej is yelling something, Jesper begging her to remember them. It won’t work. Of course it won’t. There is nothing of Y/N left for them to save.

However, Kaz appears to be her main target, for reasons unknown to him, so the second her limbs are free from the Dregs’ attacks she turns back to him. The barest scrap of a plan arises in Kaz’s head, and he turns and runs towards the surrounding walls of buildings without another word. He has to be alone for this, has to be somewhere that might jog something in Y/N’s memory. It’s a foolish plan, sure, but his only option is getting killed by someone he might even consider to be more than just a friend.

Y/N follows him. Even the pace of her footsteps is different, Kaz notices. They come evenly and without a shred of doubt. There’s none of the usual slight hesitation or syncopation that identify a person like a fingerprint. Any shred of personality has been wiped clean, replaced by this husk of a soldier. Kaz can see Y/N’s eyes flash to the alleyway around them- does it remind her of where they first met? His mind is on that memory, of the way she’d looked in the moonlight- does she know, too? Only now, when Y/N has shoved Kaz’s back against a nearby brick wall, does he start to speak. “Your name is Y/N L/N. You remember me.”

Y/N snarls at him like an animal. “No, I don’t.” This sentence, even if it’s a denial, is still a step forward- she hadn’t said anything before. Maybe he can still get through after all. Kaz speaks again, voice calm despite the blows being rained against his ribs. “You do. I promised you that I wouldn’t pry into your past, that I would protect you from anyone who came to hurt you. I broke that promise. I’m sorry.” Y/N’s angry gaze falters for a second before snapping back up.

“I don’t know you.” The words are less sure than before. Kaz presses his advantage. “I do. You’re Y/N L/N. I know you. I broke my promise, but I’m getting you out. I owe you that.” Y/N’s fist slams into the wall an inch away from his head. He does not flinch. “Why? Why are you saying this?” Kaz shakes his head softly. “I don’t know.” Wrong answer. Kaz ducks under another blow. “You matter to me. I don’t want to admit why.” Y/N’s fist aims true this time, but she pulls her fist until it’s cocked and ready to slam into his head. She’s waiting for an answer, Kaz realizes. There is no way forward except to give it.

“I need you safe because you’re my weakness. I can’t let myself be weak, and that means keeping you here with me. I think I might-” He swallows down bile. Jordie wouldn’t want him to depend on anyone. Jordie would want him strong. Jordie is dead and does not listen for his waverings. “I love you. It makes me weak. I still need you.” The look in Y/N’s eyes is deadly, full of a rage beyond even his. It burns brighter and brighter, and then it all falls away. She stumbles for a second. “Kaz?”

Kaz sighs raggedly in relief. “Yes. It’s me.” She stumbles again, and he catches her. For a second, he freezes, her face tucked in against his shoulder, but the revulsion doesn’t come. He waits for it, practically daring the hatred to roil in against him, but it stays away. Kaz closes his eyes, willing the world to go away. Something’s shaking against his chest. It takes him a second to realize that it’s Y/N, and that she’s sobbing.

“They came. I thought I could fight it but I couldn’t. All of this was a waste.” Kaz shakes his head, pulling Y/N away so she’s forced to look him in the eyes. “There was nothing you could do. I’ll track them down and make them pay.” Kaz isn’t sure that he can back up his words, but the look of vengeance in his gaze must be enough to convince Y/N that he speaks the truth. “And what then? We find them, we kill them. I’ll still be a monster.”

Kaz’s hands find her shoulders. It’s still her. Nothing to fear. “We are all monsters here. We won’t run.” A half-smile brooks Y/N’s lips. “Apparently not. I heard you, you know. You love me.” Kaz manages a scoff. “I was trying to coax you out of the mind control. It didn’t mean anything.” The half-smile becomes a full grin. “Yes, it did, you idiot. I know what it looks like when you lie, and this wasn’t it.”

Humor twitches Kaz’s lips up before he can stop them. “Is it bad that you know me so well?” Y/N looks back up at him, and Kaz feels as if he should be the one to stumble and fall. “I don’t think so. Only if you accept that I love you too.” Now he’s certain- Kaz could take on the entirety of the Shu scientists and soldiers. Kaz swallows roughly. “We’ll find them, I swear. You’ll be safe.” Y/N smiles. “I know. I have you.”

For once, Kaz knows that he is not alone.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie.

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him. I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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taco-bell-mitchy · 3 years

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I Don’t Like You

Rindou x F!Reader

-Someone likes you, but they’d jump out a window before they admit it. Literally.

Warnings: cussing, annoying Ran, minor violence (?)

School confessions were always so awkward. Especially when greeted with rejection. So Rindou Haitani was writing his, he cringed. He simply couldn’t keep these feelings in any longer. He also didn’t know how to express his feelings very well. So what was he supposed to do? Just tell you he likes you? It’s not like you would even believe it. Which he doesn’t blame you for. As Rin seems to have a resting bitch face.

Anything he tells you, you either take it the wrong way because of his face, or he says it wrong because of his well…face. His tone can be quite monotone as well which doesn’t help. So when you change you hair style one day and he stares at you, you automatically never do it again as you think he’s disgusted at it. Or when he ask, “Is that a new shirt?” With a plain face and bored eyes you assume he also doesn’t think it’s very cute. So even if he did try to confess in person, you’d probably think he’s playing a sick joke.

Crumpling up another letter he became infuriated. He just can’t seem to get his feelings right. His cheeks are burning red as he’s writing all of them. Ran see his brothers irritability but leaves him alone for a while, until he can’t get over the annoyed yelling.

“Okay what’s wrong?” Ran asked leaning on the door frame, “Nothing.” Rindou’s irritability was visible even more in his voice. Ran looked around the room at crumpled papers and smirked while picking one up.

“Dear y/n, I know I’m not the best at expressing myself but I’m truly in love with you-”

“STOP IN RAN!!!” Rindou screamed at brother like a toddler asking for a cookie. Rindou’s face had furrowed brows but his scarlet cheeks told another story. “My little brother is writing a love letter~” Rindou looked away, “Shut up, I’m trying my best.” Ran sighed with a smile while crouching down next to his brother. “Your big brother is to the rescue. We’ll write the best love letter ever.” Rindou shook him away, “I don’t need your help Ran. Besides I’m not gonna even wrote it anymore I’m done.” Ran shrugged while walking out his room, “Well, a bit of advice still, just write what you want her to know, how you actually feel. Goodnight~”

The next morning Rindou shoved his school supplies and folders into his bag once more and ran to school. He was sleep deprived from all the writing he had done. Only in the end deciding not to even give it to her. He got to school eventually and eased into the day.

Today I got to school early. Unlike most days. I walked into the classroom sitting in my assigned seat. Looking beside me towards the window where Rindou Haitani usually sat earlier than me. I was a bit relieved he wasn’t here today. Though, yes he was easy on eyes, every single day and second he seemed to want to murder me.

He would ask if my clothing was new with such a bored face as if he were judging me for my choice. Or I would change my hair style for a hair and I’d watch him stare into my heart and soul the whole day. Sometimes when I’m laughing with friends, later in the day they’d tell he was glaring daggers at them too. It always seemed like no matter what I did it didn’t impress him. It didn’t bother me at first but now I just wonder why he hates me.

That’s when he walked in. Messy hair and wide eyes. It’s the most expression I’ve ever seen him have. I looked down to hide my face. I admit, my feelings towards him were…complicated. The reason I wondered he hated me was because I felt anything but hate towards him. When he wasn’t looking at me, he seemed so peaceful. On my way home I’d see him laughing with his brother and being a normal guy. Though he was a delinquent he still was charming. Yet he hates me.

I was pulled out of my thinking at a second loud voice. Ran Haitani. Huh? He wasn’t in this class. The first Haitani brother, well I see him as second, was never here. So it’s odd for him to be loudly yelling to his younger brother. “Aye Rindou!! I think you accidentally packed something of mine. Can I check?” Rindou looked over to him and sighed, “Whatever.” Ran’s smile seemed to lighten.

He rummaged through Rin’s backpack. Finally pulling out a sheet of paper. It seemed to be folded and messy. Ran yelled a quiet ‘yah’ and unfolded it. He looked over at me and since I was already staring at him we made eye contact. “Y/n! This is for you!” Rindou looked up at what he was holding and as I went to reach it Rindou grabbed it.

“Stop it! Don’t fucking touch things that aren’t yours.” I pulled my hand back at his harsh tone. Ran frowned, “Stop being a pussy Rin, just give it up-” Rin held the paper tighter. “It’s none of your business Ran leave me alone. And you,” he pointed towards me, “Dont listen to him he’s an annoying fuck who doesn’t know anything.” I felt awkward especially with the disgust in his eyes. At least it always felt like disgust when he stared at me. Ran grabbed the paper again but Rin struggled leaving Ran pushing Rindou against the open window.

Ran stared Rindou hard in the eyes, “I won’t let go of this.”

“I know”

“I wish push you out this window if you really want it to not be seen.”

Rindou felt his heart race is frustration, “Do it. I won’t change my mind.” And not to Rindou’s surprise. He actually did. The few students rushed to window, we were only on the second story, but it was still sure to hurt. I, too, rushed to the window. And I saw Rindou’s face as he stared up at us while laying in the bushes. I laughed as he mouthed a ‘fuck you’ to his brother. Who simply laughed and flipped him off.

I hurried down to him, even if he rejected me now, or looked at me with disgusted eyes, or if cussed me out. I’d go to him this time with no regrets. So as I rushed down to my luck I still see him there. Now he’s sitting upright brushing leaves off him with a pained expression. I walk over to him crouching down. He looked up at me with the same cold eyes. I smiled at him offering a hand.

“Hey. You okay?” He stood up gripping my hand softly, “Yeah sorry about earlier, Ran can be a lot.” I nodded it became silent between us I stared down. We still held hands. He was about to let go but I pulled harder, “Wait! I have to tell you something.” His eyes peeked in interest. “Yes?” I let go of his hand and held my own. Breathing in I finally said, “I know you aren’t quite fond of me but I hope you at least get to know me better because I like you. I think if you get to know me better it’ll be easier to like me right? I mean I understand if you like someone else or even if you’re dating someone then sorry! But I can’t keep this in forever-” I stopped talking at his bubbly laughter

“You sure do talk a lot, yeah?” I laughed a little too at that. I stopped when I felt him reach to intertwine our fingers. “Yeah, I guess you’re okay or whatever.” I looked up at him and smiled, “Thats cool or whatever.” I say mocking him. He smiled wider and looked towards the school door. “I guess we should be getting to class right now, come on let’s go.” I followed with our hands still intertwined. The paper in his other hand.

“What is that by the way?” Rindou’s face went red, “haha nothing…” I nodded and put aside my curiosity. He looked down at me and we made eye contact, “Let’s go when thing straight though, I definitely don’t like you.” I rolled my eyes, “Yeah okay Rindou, you definitely don’t like me.”

But you both knew. He definitely did like you.

Bonus:

“Y/n did he give you the letter!” Ran yelled excitingly towards me. I stared at him in confusion. “What?”

“I saw you two walking while holding hands so he gave the letter right?” I shook my head, “No, I was the one that confessed. I didn’t even know he had a letter.” Ran smirked with mischief. “I thought that might happen so i saved an old copy.” He gave me a wink and handed me the letter.

I read the letter which read,

“Dear Y/n,

I’ve liked you for a while now. No, loved you. I hope that doesn’t sound to bold but it’s the truth. I wish you could see the way I stare at you with so much love, but apparently most people don’t see it as love but more of disgust or ill intent. Still, it is love. I’ve always been afraid to admit it to you because I don’t want you to reject me. Now I hope you can really tell my true feelings. I want to hold your hands and kiss your face and have you in many vulnerable ways. Is this to straightforward? Ah I don’t know, it’s hard to write this and as I am I’m very confused. I hope one day you’ll just be able to see how much I love you. With my touch and stares. So please accept my confession.

Sincerely,

Rindou Haitani”

I smiled with my eyes a bit watery at how cheesy it was. “Wow Ran. We gotta make fun of him for this forever yeah?” Ran laughed loud. “oh I definitely like you!”

I think we’ll all get along fine. Oh and I was definitely gonna tease Rin.

#I DONT KNOW WHO TO WRITE FOR LOL #Rindou x reader #rindou x you #rindou x y/n #Rindou Haitani #Rindou #haitani brothers #Haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo revengers #Rindou oneshot

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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It’s always shoot to kill - Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers smut

The one where Steve wants to watch Bucky fucking you, knowing that he’ll never be able to do it again

Warnings: dubcon in double instance, neither the reader or Bucky are completely on board with this, p in v, oral sex (f), lots of pining from Bucky, jealousy and possessiveness from Steve, voyeurism, kind of cuckolding too

A/N: I’d like to thank the amazing @angrybirdcr for reading this and giving me suggestions to make the story better for y’all! I had the best time brainstorming with Marie and I’m so happy I get to call her a friend now! To see more of the dynamic between those three, check out the other one-shots I have about them!

Steve’s P.O.V.

“Take off all your clothes, I don’t want him undressing you.” She looked hesitant again, the pretty little flower. Kinda like that day, so many months ago, when I dragged Bucky to watch us fucking so he would stop pining for her.

It didn’t work. I still caught him looking at her with wishful eyes, whenever he thought I was too busy to notice.

I always noticed it. I always did, because my mind, my heart and my gaze seemed to follow her, regardless of how important any of my royal tasks could be. A part of me was always with her, and that part didn’t like that James obviously felt for her the same way that I did.

So I devised a plan. If forcing him to watch me fuck her wasn’t enough, maybe I could let him do it once, just once. That way, maybe, his infatuation would disappear, but even if it didn’t, knowing what it was like to have her and never be able to do it again would certainly kill him inside.

“Now, pretend I’m not even here,” I said, letting myself fall back against the same chair my brother had occupied that night, so many months ago. There was something particularly interesting about being in this position, watching someone that gave me so much jealousy at last have his way with my woman.

It felt almost freeing, somehow. Seeing my worst nightmare play out, knowing I was in control of it. Knowing it was only happening because of me, and I could put an end to it at any time.

I watched as Bucky seemed to hesitate, like he didn’t know where to start, or didn’t actually believe he could reach out and touch her. She seemed just as hesitant, fidgeting under his stare as she fought against the instinct to cover her own body.

“Go on,” I directed, waving towards her. “Tell her how she looks. Do I really have to teach you how to treat a lady?” His jaw clenched at that, clearly offended at my insinuation. “You’ve been wondering what she hides under those dresses all this time. There she is. At least look at her properly.”

I watched as he slowly came to terms with the reality of the situation. His posture changed, he stood up straighter, and now the way he towered over my wife almost seemed threatening.

He started from her feet, eyes slowly traveling up, briefly stopping on her breasts before they reached her face. “You’re so beautiful.” Words so simple, I’d said them thousands of times before. But hearing them now, coming from another pair of lips, had me gripping the arms of my chair.

I didn’t like the way he looked at her. Like she was something precious, something breakable. I knew she wasn’t - I’d been rough with her before and all she ever did was cry out in ecstasy.

She nodded once, like she didn’t know how to respond, eyes unwilling to leave his when he reached out to hold her jaw, but then she averted her gaze in an almost embarrassed manner, suddenly remembering what to say. “Thank you. You’re too kind.”

It almost had me chuckling, if it weren’t for how his hand slowly dropped down, caressing the skin as it went. I watched as it ran over her collarbones before his finger rubbed on a nipple. I saw how she trembled but still tried to control her reactions.

He was hypnotized by then. I knew it, it was obvious by the darkness that had taken over his usually blue hues and the way he licked his lips before he leaned down and used them to engulf one of my wife’s nipples.

Instinctively, she offered her chest to him but tried to keep her gasp of surprise or desire in. Such a good little wife. My perfect queen.

She went willingly when he pushed her down on the bed, eyes burning with passion as he took in the image before him. “Did you ever think you’d have her spread out for you like that?” My voice resonated through the room, but instead of breaking him from his reverie, he didn’t seem to mind it at all. It was like all that mattered to him was her.

Still, he answered me. “No.” There was so much emotion in that simple word, so much hidden just underneath the surface, it had me readjusting myself in the chair, almost considering leaping across the room and prying him away from her.

But then he fell to his knees before her. “My queen,” he said, looking up from under his eyelashes. “Can I be so lucky as to taste you?” A pang of desire ran through my body as I watched her stutter out an acceptance.

And then he was between her thighs. I couldn’t see him through the barrier of her legs, but their sounds and movements told the story of what he was doing. Bringing pleasure to my love.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I didn’t know what to do. How should I behave? At the first touch of James’ tongue on my lower lips, a strangled gasp escaped me, and my hands flew up to find some sort of support on the sheets behind me. God, this was torture, even if I wasn’t the one who was being punished.

I almost closed my eyes to relish in the pleasure I was feeling. His touch was so different from Steve’s - softer and slower, even though there was desperation there.

But then I remembered what was actually happening and I snapped them open, turning my head to look at my husband’s watchful gaze. Unsurprisingly, I found him staring at us with those piercing eyes, his attention never wavering from James and me, but what was astounding was that he didn’t look angry or possessive.

Not at all. There was not an ounce of irritation in his beautiful features, just clear focus as he watched me unfold before his eyes, by the hands of his brother, that now roamed my body.

“Put her on top,” came his voice, clear as day and startling the man between my legs, who seemed to have forgotten about our audience. His head whipped up to see how I felt about my husband’s order, and that’s when I saw it.

His attentive blue eyes, usually so clear, had become dark as night. It was like he was a different person altogether. I could no longer recognize the sweet and caring man I’d once called my best friend…

… but then again, it’d been so long since I’d been close to him in any way.

“What are you waiting for?” My husband’s voice broke me out of my shock, but before I could fully recover, two strong hands had found a new resting spot on my hips as James easily manhandled me into a new position - on my hands and knees, over him.

The weight of his cock, fully erect against the inside of my thigh, sent a thrill through me that I had never anticipated feeling in his hands.

“Go on.” It was like he was waiting for the order because just as soon as Steve’s words disappeared in the air between us, he aligned his member and started to force me down on it. A gasp escaped me, and I had to hold myself against his chest to keep myself up.

Having James inside of me was a completely different experience than when Steve made love to me. Where Steve was long, James was thicker, stretching me in a way I’d never experienced before.

After the first plunge, it was clear that the man inside of me got carried away. He controlled my movements with iron fingers that pressed my flesh so tightly I was sure it’d be hurting for days after.

I could say the same about my insides. He didn’t show any mercy - in fact, I barely even recognized him and this animalistic side he was exposing as he fucked me, eyes keeping my own gaze captive as he grunted and panted underneath me like a man on a mission, if that mission was to ruin me.

“I want to hear you declare your love for her,” came Steve’s voice once again, breaking me out of whatever hypnosis James was performing. “Tell her everything. This is the only time you’ll be able to say how you really feel.”

The pain in his blue eyes was overwhelming. I felt tears rise up in my own eyes, threatening to spill and fall on his face, showing him just how confused I was about this entire situation.

Just who was Steve trying to hurt here?

“I-I’ve always wanted this. You have no idea just how much.” And in the way his voice cracked, I saw it. I saw just how badly he’d craved me, how hard he had tried to hold back from me.

“No one can ever come close to the space I’ve relinquished to you in my heart,” he said, barely over a whisper, and yet I felt like he shouted it at me, the way his hips rose growing quicker and rougher, and I bounced in his arms as he rammed into me. “And it will always be yours,” he assured me, prompting the tears to fall from my eyes, slowly trailing down my cheeks. “My heart will forever belong to you.”

I covered my hand as a sob almost escaped me, but maybe it was a moan, I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that he kept fucking up into me and I couldn’t hold it in much longer, couldn’t pretend I didn’t feel anything while my best friend was inside of me.

But when my moans broke free, my husband didn’t seem to mind. He actually leaned closer, resting his elbows on his thighs as he ordered, “She can get louder. Do it properly.”

And suddenly my world turned upside down because in a simple movement I was the one on the bed and James was hovering over me, never leaving my tight channel. His fingers found my nub, and he massaged it with an eagerness that showed me he wanted me to cum just as badly as I did.

“Cum for him, my queen. Show him how beautiful you are when you’re reaching your high.” It was Steve’s order that brought me to my release, my hands flying up to find a hold on James’ shoulder as I struggled to breathe or even think.

It felt like I was falling from the highest mountain without ever actually touching the ground. When I finally managed to focus again, it was through slowly realizing the way James’ cock was still dragging against my walls.

I opened my eyes to find him with eyebrows furrowed and sweat sticking strands of his hair on his forehead, his arms trembling on each side of my head. He was desperately trying to hold on just a little longer, and that broke my heart.

I couldn’t close my eyes as he slowly but surely lost the battle against his body, hips quickening before they stopped altogether, and just before he pulled away, he whispered, “I love you,” giving me one last, chaste kiss on the lips.

I could still taste myself in them.

Steve’s stare was heavy on us as James slowly dressed. I wondered what was going on in my husband’s head. Did he think his plan had worked or had he realized it was a mistake all along?

It seemed like the King’s mind still hadn’t been made, as he stopped his brother just before he could leave. “Are you still in love with her?”

James let the question sit on each of our hearts and minds before he gave his answer. “Now more than ever.”

I couldn’t help but notice that he was still hard when my husband kicked him out of the room before turning around to see me, wrecked and dirty, all thanks to another man’s work.

“I hope you’re ready,” he warned, and I already knew I wasn’t. “I can’t wait to fuck his sloppy seconds.”

#my fics #bucky barnes smut #smut #bucky barnes #steve rogers smut #steve rogers #royal au #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes reader insert #steve rogers reader insert #bucky barnes reader #steve rogers reader

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lucyhalearchive · 3 years

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Without or With You (N.R.)

Hello, everyone! Sorry I was gone, but I was out of the country (and I still am), but I thought I’d write something small for you guys until I get home.

Warnings: vvv angsty in the beginning, but it turns out lovely in the end.

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Maybe living with Natasha wasn’t the best idea, but could you really live without her?

Trying to maintain a relationship with a Russian Spy was hard at first especially when said spy would come into the doors of the shared home with injuries, and though they were small because she was phenomenal at her job, the thought of her getting hurt again, and worse, always made you quite anxious when she left.

However, that didn’t stop the warm, fuzzy feeling that fluttered in your chest when she would come home looking for you. She would fall into your arms with a tired sigh, and all she wanted to do was to be held or hold you because you reminded her that there was a reason to push forward through the rough days.

Trying to maintain a relationship with an Avenger was a different story, though.

For the first few years, Natasha came home more often than her life before. In fact, she came home every day unless she was out of the city, but she still walked through the door with a tired smile on her face and arms unfolded, outstretched for you to walk in between them. You two grew closer than you had ever been, and some days you thought about the possibility of taking your relationship one step further.

Until she didn’t need you anymore.

Call it selfish, but when she started spending more “after work” hours at the compound with the rest of her team, you wondered if she would need you when she got hurt or needed someone to comfort her. Of course you were proven wrong when you two spent hours after midnight laughing at ridiculously horrendous movies that were made way before either of your times. Hair messily resting on your heads, popcorn laying on the floor from when you two tried to see if the other could catch it in their mouth, and the gentle brush of skin was all you needed to feel a bit better about the whole ordeal.

One day, you decided to meet her for your lunch break at a small restaurant near your place near your work. You were excited. Natasha had been gone for almost two months, so you were practically shaking in your seat, the enthusiasm building and building. Minutes passed, yet there was no Natasha to be seen. The waitress continuously visited your table and asked if you were ready to eat, but you shook your head and told her to wait.

She did show up, but it was at least thirty minutes late. You were starving, and you were growing irritated, but when she texted you that she was around the corner, you didn’t care about the stinging hunger in your stomach. You called the waitress back over to your outside table so she would be ready for your orders, but when you looked over at a commotion coming your way, you noticed Natasha laughing with a group. Your heart sank. You haven’t seen her laugh that hard in awhile because she didn’t even laugh that hard when you two had your special movie night.

You forced yourself to sit up straighter than before and smile so they would be none the wiser as she sat down. The others seemed to hover awkwardly around the table, but she motioned for them to grab a seat and push a table over to accommodate the extra guests.

Then she started to stay at the compound overnight. Then for a few extra days. Then for a week.

When she eventually did return, she acted like you weren’t there watching your comfort movie with loads of food surrounding your area. Like you weren’t quietly sobbing at a certain part of the film. She just grabbed a few miscellaneous items from her side of the room

“Are you staying here tonight, or are you going back to the compound?” You stood up and dusted off the crumbs that gathered on the divot where you were folded in the couch. Natasha walked into the kitchen and grabbed a few water bottles.

“I’ll be staying there for a little while longer.” She absentmindedly mentioned, walking over to the door to grab her jacket from the rack.

“Are you going to come home eventually?”

“I don’t know. There’s going to be a thing this weekend, so I want to be there for that-”

“You can’t just ride over there? I could take you.” You propose, but she shakes her head and twists the handle.

“It’s mostly going to be just us. You wouldn’t enjoy the crowd anyways. Look, I have to go, so I’ll see you.” She fit in before you could say your goodbye.

The feeling of dejection and disheartenment flooded your senses to the brim, so you did all you could think to do.

A few weeks had passed before Natasha realized that she had been away from you for so long. Sure she had Steve, Bucky, Sam, or anyone within the compound walls to talk to, but at a certain point, she realized they could never be you. They could never have what you two had. She started staying in the compound so it would be easier to commute (even if it wasn’t really a commute at that point), but when she would stare at her empty bed, an uneasiness fell upon her. She decided to go back to the shared place. She wanted to see you again.

Only you weren’t there.

You weren’t there to greet her like you used to. You weren’t in the kitchen baking some dessert that would be forgotten about within the week. You weren’t in bed reading a book you bought ages ago but forgot to read because you always buy the first book you see when in town. She hurriedly pulled out your drawers, containers, and boxes to see if you were anywhere to be found, but there was nothing. No clothes, no books, no empty or half-full water bottles standing in random places throughout the apartment.

You were gone.

All that was left was a single note attached to the metal refrigerator with a spider magnet:

Natasha,

I am so happy you found a group of people who make you feel as though you can be yourself. As if you can stop anything that blocks you from going on in life. I am happy that you found friends who allow you to take a breather from your harsh world.

I just hope that you are as happy as I was with you because that is a powerful feeling.

“I just don’t understand what gives you the right to leave.” She shouted into her phone as she paced in the kitchen. You were on the other end being more stubborn than she’s ever known, but she wasn’t letting up.

“You left me first! I understand that you have a job to do, and you have all these new friends, but you couldn’t have come home once?” You try to reason, a stern tone to let her know you weren’t going to let her push you around, but she laughed in disbelief.

“You know good and well that I wasn’t doing that to abandon you! Just- Just come back home, please.” Natasha didn’t let out a cry, a sob, or even the slightest notion that she was upset, but instead she sounded defeated. At her wit’s end.

“No, Natasha.” You said while letting out a sigh. The dial tone rang out into the empty apartment as she stood there staring into the floor. This wasn’t like her, to feel this way, to act this way. What was she doing differently? What was she doing wrong?

Despite your decision to leave, you found yourself searching for Natasha in everything you did. You were staying at a friend’s old apartment who was subletting it to you, so you were alone, not like you weren’t used to it by now. It’s been a few months, closer to a year, but you couldn’t shake the looming feeling of her around. Every time you rounded a corner, you hoped that you would run into her. You hoped that when you opened the door, she would be standing there, hand slightly raised as if she was going to knock, but she never did. You could live with or without her, but you did miss having her around.

Maybe something or someone was looking down on you with the purest eyes because while you were walking in the park bundled up in a warm winter coat, you noticed her sitting on a bench with her head in her hands. She had snow flakes nestling in her hair and eyelashes which only accentuated her natural beauty, and you couldn’t resist walking up to her.

“Is this seat taken?” You asked, slowly walking up to her, leaving a trail of footprints behind you. She looked up with a lopsided smile, but she shook her head.

“I don’t know. The snow has been occupying the seat for a while.” You both share a laugh at the awful joke, but she pushes off the snow on the bench for you. You both sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying the scenery. You mulled over whether or not you want to bring up the fact that you wanted her back because everything in your life felt full when she was around. Though you knew your mental and emotional walls were stronger than before, and you felt the need to push her away, you know that she was the love of your life.

“I apologize for running away on you, Natasha-”

“What happened to Nat?” Again, it was quiet. The snowflakes were almost fully-formed snowballs falling from the sky at that point, and you could hear them land on the ground, dissipating into nothing.

“I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have left you at home alone for no reason. It’s almost like to keep a relationship, I have to be present or something.” You both looked at each other before bursting into a laughing fit. Your head on her shoulder, her hand on your thigh to stop her from doubling over felt like nothing had changed. You suppose it never really did. You unfold your arms and you both fall into a hug that felt as if balance was restored.

It wasn’t really over with Natasha Romanoff because you were going to try to fall in love with her again. Though, you believe you never fell out of it in the first place.

I hope you guys liked it as usual! I promise to write for someone other than Natasha or Wanda, but I just love them so much. Obviously let me know what you think, and let me know what else you want to see.

I’m having too much fun writing fics like these where it’s more descriptive than dialogue.

- Lucy

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