#moving a bulding

[superkitten-poison]

someone should give me an award for stupidest least productive writing method possible fr

#i write down whatever comes to me then go filling in the inbetweens and moving shit around like bulding blocks #this aint right. i might actually loose it I Need to Change

[ughgoaway]

10,19 or 30 teacher!au 🥺 ps We’ve missed you!

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omg hi, my love!!! I've missed YOU! very good choices, by the way, so I decided to include them all lol. I hope this is okay, I'm still a little rusty with writing, but I had fun writing this nonetheless :)

10- “You're so warm, and it turns me on so much”

19- character A holding character B’s hands as character B eats them out, fingers intertwined.

30- being ate out so good they can't stop the lewd noises coming from their mouth.

18+ below the cut please!! includes female receiving oral and general smut. 1.4k ish <3

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The sun pours in the bedroom window, streaks of sunlight falling over the duvet and illuminating your face, the soft glow of the light heating your cheeks. You can't remember a time you've felt this good before, curled up with Matty under his thick duvet, buried under the layers to avoid the harsh chill of the concrete bunker.

You can feel Matty pressed against you, his chest against your bare back. His skin is that perfect level of warmth that makes your head spin.

You can feel his curls brushing the back of your neck as he wakes up, moving his head down to start pressing kisses to your neck.

“Mmm, morning baby,” he mumbles, his voice heavy with sleep.

You feel his hips press forward as he instinctively moves his body closer to yours, and soon, the unmistakable shape of his hard dick is pressed against your ass. He didn't mean it suggestively, his caveman brain just though "get closer to girlfriend," but, the combination of feeling how warm he was against you, his scratchy morning voice, and the feeling of his erection pressing into you were already riling you up.

so you start plotting.

You know Annie is at a sleepover, and you don't have to pick her up until 12. Quickly, you flick your eyes open and read the numbers on Matty’s digital clock. 09:00 blinks back at you.

more than enough time for a morning quickie.

Your lips work against each other, desperately pressing and pulling. Matty nips at your bottom lip, smirking at your needy whimpers. Your hips have a mind of their own, grinding against Matty’s, pulling more moans from the two of you. you can feeling him growing harder with each circle of your hips, and you can't deny the feeling of power it gives you.

You flip over in bed, and before Matty can process your movements, your mouth is pressed against his. Your tongue tracing the seam of his lips.

He can't help but giggle at your immediate horniness, which gives you the perfect opportunity to press your tongue into his mouth, licking in his mouth in a way that steals any laughter Matty had in his chest and replaces it with needy groans.

as if he can sense your ego growing, Matty soon moves his knee between your thighs, pulling away and watching your jaw drop as his thigh touches your overheated core. All he can see is the whites of your eyes as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hips moving needily against his bare leg.

every movement is intoxicating, bulding up the inate need you have for him every second. You can feel the slick from your inner thighs spreading over his hot skin, just warm enough to have you sighing happily and throwing your head back, “fuck.”

A pink flush covers your chest, spreading up and colouring your cheeks, a ruby-woo red that has Matty itching to kiss every inch of your skin. The throb between your thighs was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and love filled the room and it made your head fuzzy.

“What's got you so worked up, hmm? Dreaming of me?” Matty teases, moving his head down to your neck. Soon enough, his lips are travelling over your chest and neck, sucking meanly and then kissing each spot better.

You don't answer for a few seconds, too distracted by the feeling of matty against you, but a short nip on the junction of your neck and shoulder brings you back to earth a little.

You shake your head as much as you can as Matty assaults your neck with hickies, “no, it's just-” you sigh breathily, trying to force the words stuck in your chest.

"You're so warm, and it turns me on so much,” you just manage to get out. Almost cutting yourself off with a moan as matty sucks a dark purple mark just behind your ear.

Matty pulls himself out from your neck, the same pretty pink of your cheeks covered his, and his curls were sticking on end from your hands desperately carding through them. You can see the glow of his skin in the gentle light of the sun, and all you want to do is trace every freckle on his skin with the tip of your tongue. but before you can he's dipping below the duvet and finding his place between your thighs (his favourite place, if hes honest).

You pull the blanket back to see Matty’s face, he leans his head on your thigh, looking up at you with blissed-out eyes. His once brown irises are almost black, blown out with lust.

“Yeah? You get turned on by me baby? Fuck, you're so hot. Lemme eat you out, make you feel good.” he asks, smirking at your reaction.

His calloused fingertips dip below the poor excuse for shorts you're wearing, pulling them down as fast as he can manage. The fabric once touching your skin is quickly replaced by his lips, moving over every inch of you, except the place you need him most.

Your head suddenly doesn't feel attached to your neck, but still, you manage a slack nod. A gasp falls from your chest as soon as you feel his overheated lips pressing kisses up your thighs.

Matty's fingers slide up your hips. When he reaches your waist, his thumbs press meanly into your skin, swirling and teasing you with every touch.

“Mattyyyy,” you whine, drawing out his name in an attempt to convince him to put his mouth on you. 

“Patience baby, why don't you hold my hand if you're so desperate for me? Good things come to girls who wait, you know,” Matty teases, moving one hand from your waist up to grip your own, your fingers sliding together and interlocking easily.

You squeeze his hands 3 times, a signal you two had created to say “I love you” without actually saying it. Matty continues his movements on your skin, but you still feel the same 3 squeezes back. Your eyes flick down to his, and you can see the love swimming in his eyes.

Thankfully, Matty soon gives you mercy, licking a flat stripe up your core and moaning at the musky taste of you overtaking his senses. He starts to eat you out like a man starved. Not giving you a moments ready before fucking you with his tongue, and smirking at the broken gasp that is ripped from your chest. You can’t help but squirm at the feeling, goosebumps erupting over your body.

He continues leaves you no time to breathe, using the hand thats unoccupied to slide down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. Lewd noises fall from your lips, every movement from Matty pulls more whimpers and whines out of you, each one more desperate than the last.

You feel an electric current running through you, and as Matty drags his eyes up to meet yours and you feel like you've been shocked. You can see a mixture of your slick and his saliva on his chin, the filthy smirk covering his lips as his tongue works against you.

much to your dismay, his fingers slide down from your clit just as you were about to cum. A disgruntled whine falls from your lips, but it's soon replaced by a shuddering gasp as Matty slides the very same fingers inside you, stretching you out with two of his digits.

You feel him move his head up, but shifting your head from being thrown back feels like a herculean task right now. However, before you can even try to move, you're gasping and jolting your head up, looking down at Matty as he sucks your clit. He smiles as he starts teasing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking bundle of nerves harshly.

The hand holding Matty’s tightens and has a vice-like grip. Your eyes shoot open, and your jaw slack as every centimetre of his fingers enter you, finding places you couldn't dream of.

He curls his fingers cruelly, pumping them mercilessly, watching in awe as you writhe and moan above him. The heat spreading under your skin was becoming unbearable, the rubber band inside you being pulled tighter and tighter with every move Matty made.

Eventually Matty pulls away, resting his face on your shaking thigh as aftershocks rattle through you, the bottom half of his face is wet, and a sly smirk covers his cheeks.

You can't bare holding on any longer at the feeling, and you fall apart under him. Your hand gripping his becomes inexplicably tighter, and you're sure it's hurting like a bitch for Matty, but you honestly can't bring yourself to care right now.

Your hips move desperately against his face, grinding and circling as pleasure rattles through you. matty keeps working your clit and thrusting his fingers inside of you, studying the way you cry and crumble at his movements.

“Good morning,” he says cheekily, pecking your thigh as you giggle above him.

“Definitely a good morning, fucking hell,” you say breathlessly, closing your eyes in bliss as Matty sits between your thighs, looking up at you with enough love to make anyone completely lovesick.

#this is; bad. #but its DONE #so WHATEVER #im sorryyyyy #rusty at writing and still i said “no lets write lots of smut” #bro WHY #🦑 anon #anon! #teacher au! #matty healy smut

[nixedsignals]

confession // Captain John Price x reader

summary: a mission gone wrong leaves you in the hospital and Captain Price hasn’t come to see you yet.

warnings: descriptions of torture and injury. language. angsty, fluff at the end

a/n: tbh i just really wanted to write a Price thing <3

“It’s been a month, boss,” Gaz leans in the doorway of the hospital room, his voice pitched low. Next to him, John Price stands with his arms crossed, eyes never leaving your sleeping form under clean, white, hospital linen.

“I know that, sergeant,” he murmurs, glancing for a second at his subordinate before returning his gaze to you. “What’s your point?”

“She thinks you’re pissed, sir,” he pauses, seemingly considering his words before adding; “Are you?”

“Am I what? Pissed?” the captain turns his sapphire gaze on Kyle, who nods. “Yeah, I’m pissed. I’m fuckin’ furious. They could’ve killed her, an’ when I find ‘em-“

“She thinks you’re pissed *at her*,” Gaz clarifies, gesturing to you. “Sir.”

“Christ, ‘m not. How’d she get that into her head?” John returns his focus to you, watching you roll halfway under the covers before wincing and rolling back.

“Well you haven’t come to see her when she’s awake. For all she knows, you haven’t even been here,” John nods along with Kyle’s words. He’s right. A second passes before John speaks, voice almost completely absent of his typical commanding tone.

“I’ll stay, talk to her when she wakes up,” he claps a hand on Gaz’ shoulder, a tight smile on his face. “You should go home, get some rest.”

“Yes, sir. Be careful with her though. She’s been through it already,” Gaz casts a last look over you before nodding at the captain and taking his leave.

John sighs, quietly entering the room and sitting in a very nearly comfortable armchair next to your bed. He knew you deserved better than his last month of treatment. The memory of *that* day was fresher than he’d like to admit.

You’d been infiltrating an enemy base. It was supposed to be an easy op, in and out, low hostile count. Easy.

What a joke.

They’d set up on two buildings: Ghost and Soap on one, Price and Gaz on the other, ensuring overwatch cover. You had been sent into the bulding. Alone.

Christ, John wished he could take that order back.

At the time, it’d been a good move. The target building had open floorplans and cieling high windows. They should’ve had no issue covering you. Until you’d radio’d in:

“Cap, there’s a stairwell going down in the back corner of the first floor. Wasn’t in the floorplan,”

And you’d gone down.

The dead air time alone was enough to make the ever-stoic Captain John Price sweat in his fatigues. And after 20 minutes of incrimental “What’s your status?”-es, he finally received a response.

“Boss, I fucked up,” your voice was hushed over the comms and Price’s heart dropped.

“Status, sergeant?”

“This place is crawling. Fifty hostiles, maybe more. Entrance is blocked and there’s not another way out,”

“Find another way out, now. That’s an order,”

“Can’t. ‘m sorry. Gonna cut comms and strip my fatigues. They won’t know who sent me. Won’t give anything up. Promise,”

Before Price could stop you, the snap of the walkie cord and static filled his ears.

It took a week to get you back. They found you in a back room, ankle chained to the bars of the dog cage around you. Malnourished, dehydrated, sleep deprived.

It took everything he had to look at you long enough to recognize the muzzle flash burns on your temples and telltale scars running aross your chest and legs from cigarettes being put out against your skin.

Now, your muffled voice drags him from his thoughts. You look better, curled into the stark white sheets. Your cheeks are regaining their fullness and color, and the dark circles under your eyes have all but vanished.

Can still see the scars on your temples though. He shoves that thought away, willing his blood to a light simmer instead of the boiling rage that threatens to consume him.

“Sorry, what’d you say, kid?” His eyes find yours, now fully paying attention.

“Water, please?” you rasp, gesturing to the cup on the bedside table. He nods, grabbing the cup, gently pulling you into a half-sitting position and holding the straw to your lips.

You take a few sips, wincing a little before nodding, a gesture that your finished for now. John sets the cup down, eyes on your throat, brows furrowed.

“They waterboard you?” his voice is even. Clinical. He doesn’t miss the flash of disappointment that crosses your face, however.

“Yes,” you mumble, turning to face away from your superior. “Is that why you finally showed up? To get my report?”

“No, no it isn’t,” he closes his eyes for a moment, steeling himself. “I’m sorry, for not being by ‘til now.”

“S’fine. What are you gonna do now?” your voice grows softer and he can hear tears in the back of your throat.

“About what?”

“To punish me,”

John’s gaze snaps to yours, only just catching a tear on your cheek before you wipe it away.

“You—you think you’re in trouble?” he asks, voice dropping to a deadly low tone. You nod, face contorting at the motion for a brief second. John shakes his head. “Bloody hell, you’re not—I’m not mad at you.”

“Then why have you been avoiding me? I’ve been in here a month and I haven’t even seen you,” now your tears flow freely, streaking down your cheeks. “For the first week, I figured you had paperwork to do, but after a month? Even Ghost came by and you know how he is about going out.”

You curled your arms around yourself, bringing your knees up to your chin, sobs ripping from your chest in a hellish attempt to keep you from breathing evenly.

“I’m sorry, lo-“ he stops himself. He can’t say it, the ‘L’ word. Even as a nickname, it could open the floodgates.

“Tell me then,” you whisper, hiccuping through your tears. “Tell me the truth, why would you stay away like that?”

“Christ, I just-I couldn’t. It was too hard,” he drops his gaze the the floor, suddenly finding the linoleoum tile fascinating while waiting for your response.

“Hard? It was too hard? You don’t think it was hard for Soap or Ghost or Kyle? He’s been here every goddamn day!” your tears begin running down your cheeks, hot and fast as anger replaces sorrow. “You don’t think it was hard for me, sitting in this fucking room thinking that my captain was mad at me because I messed up our mission and lost the intel and got tied up and beaten and—“

“I know that, love,” John snaps, standing quickly and turning away. “I know that it’s been hard. And I know I should’ve come sooner. And you want the truth?”

You nod, eyes wide. John drops back into his seat, reaching out to brush some of the tears from your cheeks with calloused fingers.

“You almost died. You’re lucky you didn’t. An’ the whole time you were in surgery I knew that if I saw you, I’d say something stupid,”

“Why?”

“Because-Christ-because I love you. An’ I shouldn’t ‘cause I’m your captain. But I can’t lose you, knowing I never said it, hell. I’m sorry. For all of this. I’ll never bring it up again. An’ if you wanna put in for a transfer, I’ll approve it. Promise,” he slumps back in his seat, looking more defeated than you’ve ever seen him. His hardened outer shell has worn hundreds of missions and storms and losses, and this is what broke him?

You start to laugh, a small giggle, but it grows and John’s head snaps up. You look happier than you have in a while, even before the incident, and warm blue eyes widen in wonder at your sudden change.

“Say somethin’ funny, did I?” he grins, charming and a little bashful and it only makes you laugh harder. After a minute, the sound dies down, leaving you to ask for your water again, throat shredded from the rollercoaster of emotions.

“I’m sorry, just-didn’t expect you to say that,” you quietly start, hand venturing from under the blanket to find Price’s much larger one. “I, um, I love you. Sir.”

“Don’t-have to call me ‘sir’. Not when it’s just us,” then a pause, his eyes find yours and he lets out a slow breath.

“Will we get in trouble?” your voice trembles a little and John winces, knowing you might cry again.

“No, no, I’ll-I’ll talk to Kate, sort something out. Promise,” he gently moves his fingers tighter around yours, thumb brushing over you knuckles. You smile, brighter than the sun and he swears he gains ten years on his life everytime he sees it.

“Can you kiss me now then?” you ask breathlessly, and John laughs, standing and leaning forward. His lips gently press against yours. It’s chaste and soft and short, but it’s perfect.

-—————-———-—-

“They’ve been like that since I got here,” Kyle Garrick stands in the doorway to your hospital room, arms crossed. Soap is leaned against the opposite doorframe, while Ghost sits in a chair a few feet away.

“‘Bout time too, I swear they’ve been makin’ eyes at each other for ages,” Soap shakes his head, gesturing into the hospital room.

The topic of conversation there, you sleeping soundly in the haze of white linen around you, fingers holding the hand of their captain, who’s snoring at a truly ungodly volume from the chair beside your bed.

“Laswell, 10 o’clock,” Ghost mutters, glancing at Gaz.

“I say we let her try to wake up the captain. ‘Cause I’m not gonna,”

#captain john price #john price #call of duty #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #smx

[paper-gold-theories]

Villainous Fanfic: Conflicting

Basically a yandere GoldHeart and Flug fanfic.

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"I trusted you, Leth! You're a hero in training for P.E.A.C.E. Academy and you knew I'm villain student in Black Hat Institution but you kept it a secret all this time to just use me to get ahead and become the top hero!" Flug yells at GoldHeart as he enters his boyfriend's room, confronting him with all the evidence he complied of his decit.

“Flug, calm down, you’re getting worked up over nothing,” GoldHeart says calmly, as if he knew this would happen eventually, but there was a flicker of fear and paranoia of Flug leaving him sliding over Goldheart's eyes and if Flug hadn't known him he would have missed it.

“Don’t you love spending time with me? Don't you love sleeping with me? Don’t you love being together with me? Don't you love me?” with every question GoldHeart walks closer to Flug in large, determined yet careful steps, like a hunter approaching a deer.

“Yes, but you-” Flug tried to get the conversation back on track as GoldHeart steps closer and closer towards him.

“And look, Flug!” GoldHeart spoke over Flug, not letting him finish so that he can complete his own walk towards Flug from the other side of the room. He gently reached out his hand to cup Flug's face and slowly caressing his cheek. Despite being hurt by GoldHeart's deception, Flug leaned in on instinct making GoldHeart's eyes soften and quelling some of his worries at seeing his boyfriend's reaction.

“Remember what I told you that I'm going to achieve something that would make life better for the both of us?” GoldHeart put his arm around Flug's shoulder in an inescapable hold to guide him to his study table across the room. He grabbed a stack of papers from the desk and shoved it towards Flug's face, eyes gleeful and bright with frenzy.

“This is a P.E.A.C.E. contract, Flug! Thanks your tutoring I became the top of my grade and P.E.A.C.E. gave the best hero contract they could offer. I'm getting my own city, my own bulding, a seven figure starting salary, unlimited resources to stop crime and...I get to choose my own team.” Flug looked away from GoldHeart, not liking the way he possessively stared at him as he said those last words. "Just think Flug! Once you become a hero, we can have all of this together."

GoldHeart's sudden proposition shocked Flug, it wasn't even a proposition as Flug realised GoldHeart didn't ask, more like a declaration.

He came here with the intention of confronting his boyfriend for keeping secrets that he was a hero student and knows that Flug was villain student, yet still continuing their tutoring sessions to get ahead of all the other heroes in his school. Now he wants him to leave everything behind and become a hero? How did it come to this? “I still have a few months of school, Leth,” Flug explains after swimming out of his torrent thoughts.

“Fuck school, Flug!” GoldHeart growled vehemently, his hands moved to hold Flug tightly by the shoulders. Flug had never seen this side of his boyfriend before. "You said so yourself, those students beat the shit out of you and bully you for no reason while the teachers just sit there and watch! Why stay at that garbage villain school anyways?!”

"I need to go to school Leth because I'm going to become a certified villain once I graduate,” Despite the racing of his heart, Flug tries his best to sound firm and stand his ground with GoldHeart.

GoldHeart tightened his grip around Flug's shoulders. “Fuck Villainy, too...” GoldHeart bit out on a snarl, eyes glowing gold.

For the first time ever, Flug was truly afraid of his boyfriend. The harsh golden gleam to GoldHeart's vehement stare also reminded Flug that he's is actually a superhero with super inhuman strength that can break down steel buildings as if they were toothpicks, let alone overpower a normal human like Flug. The walls of GoldHeart's room felt tighter and tighter.

“You really think becoming a Villain will make your life any better?!” GoldHeart's voice was ice like liquid nitrogen and grating like broken glass as his hands slid down to Flug’s waist, encasing him close to his body with a posessive hug to hold him in place. “Your gonna live your life on the run and heroes will literally hunt you down to beat the shit out of you if they see you doing crime! How is that any better from being bullied?!"

"I'm not going to be on the losing end Leth!" Flug snapped, angrily struggling against GoldHeart's constricting grip, but the hero held him in place.

"Sure your smart, so maybe you will get some success and escape now and then," GoldHeart shrugs nonchalantly. "But Flug, didn't you also always say you want people to recognize you for your genius? Tell me how the is being a villain, who are hated by everyone in society is going to help you achieve that?" GoldHeart challenges Flug looking at him directly in the eye.

"I do want people to acknowledge me for my genius. But not like this. Not if I have not if I have to sell out to become a hero, not if I have go against my morals and beliefs to get ahead," Flug looks at GoldHeart back in the eye in return with conviction.

GoldHeart sighs, "The grass isn't greener on your side Flug," he responds calmly, the opposite from his earlier tone, surprising Flug. "Villains do just as morally compromising things as heroes. And you say heroes are sell outs but don't villains also sell their soul to Black Hat to get what they want, how is that any different?" GoldHeart elaborates as if it was obvious.

Flug was stuntlock at GoldHeart's words. It's true, Flug had to admit, both villains and heroes do the same compromising things. He turns away from GoldHeart, not sure how to respond to that revelation.

GoldHeart smiles softly, as if reading his boyfriend's mind and knows what he's thinking. He gently places his hand on Flug's chin and moves it so that his boyfriend is facing him again, "If you become a hero you'll get all the recognition you deserve and you won't have to worry about being bullied...I'll eliminate anyone who even tries," GoldHeart adds darkly.

'Holy shit,' Flug thought. 'That was wow.'

“When were together nobody can stop us, nobody can hold us back,” GoldHeart continues, going back to cradle Flug’s face between his hands and bore into him with fever in his brown eyes. “We'll have the world in the palm of our hands. You and me, together."

"Leth I...," Flug sighed out a wavering breath. Being a hero never tempted him before, it shouldn't be so tempting! But the way GoldHeart said 'You and me, together' lit a flame in Flug’s fluttering heart as the potential future of becoming a hero together with his boyfriend and being recognized for his hard work and talents flashed vividly before Flug’s eyes making it all seem so wonderful and beautiful.

In school, his life had been so lonely and miserable ever since Cecilia died, until Herbert Leth walked into it and made him feel things he thought he would never feel again, it wasn’t like he wanted to go back to being alone again.

But even though he realised villains and heroes are somewhat similar and the wonderful future he could have together with GoldHeart ...Flug has worked too hard, for too long, putting his blood, sweat, tears, and everything he had to become a villain. It was his passion, dream, and goal ever since he decided to enroll in Black Hat Institution to study evil science. He can't just immediately decide to give up on everything he worked for and everything he believed in just to become a hero right now. This was all too much for him to process at one go.

“Can you give me some time to think about it?" Flug felt GoldHeart’s arms tightened around him as he says those words. The ‘what’s there to think about, Flug?’ question already forming at the back of GoldHeart’s throat. But at the sight of Flug's teary and wide eyed overwhelmed expression, the tightness around GoldHeart’s eyes softened, feeling guilty for making his boyfriend cry.

Flug was surprised at his boyfriend's sudden change in demeanour as GoldHeart's grip loosen and instead pulled Flug's body close into his chest, a hand on the back of Flug's head guiding his face to nestle into GoldHeart's neck as the hero rubbed his hair in soothing motions.

“I'm sorry for overwhelming you Flug. I'll give you some time to think about it, alright," GoldHeart mummers and peppers Flug's face with gentle kisses.

"Thank you, Leth," Flug was glad at least GoldHeart listened to him on this one thing and finally hugs GoldHeart back, making the hero sigh in satisfaction and melt at the contact from his beloved boyfriend.

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GoldHeart says he needs a month to finalise his contract and settle some other stuff with P.E.A.C.E. and asks if he can get Flug's answer by then and Flug agrees ...

And for a few weeks, things went back to the way they were. He and GoldHeart would go on dates, be intimate and spend as much of their free time together as a couple.

But at the back of Flug's mind he knew he was postponing the inevitable. He thought long and hard about his difficult decision and it was tearing him apart. Every time he sees GoldHeart's sincere smile when they spend their days together it makes him feel so conflicted as it reminds him of the inevitable decision he has to make and he wonders sadly if they will be able to continue to have happy times like this like this once he finally makes his choice:

Be a hero and have a future with GoldHeart or Sacrifice everything to follow his dreams to become a villain.

#villainous #villanos #villainous fanfic #dr flug #dr kenning flugslys #goldheart #gold heart #herbert leth #flug #villainous headcanons #yandere goldheart

[lynnlovesthestars]

Serendipity.

Pairing: Astarion x OC (Lynn, changeling.)

Genre: fluff? idk not gonna lie..

Warnings: blood sucking, messy kisses?, my messy writing is a warning by itself.. honestly not much..

wc: 1.7k? fairly short but it was a blurb i accidentally wrote at 3 am.

summary: astarion was supposed to have a meal and ended up catching feelings- or something like that.

AN: as i said its messy, maybe i should have sent it to someone to beta read it but also my therapist told me to not give a shit n post.. anyways i hope it was somewhat good cause im low on motivation lately ahah!\

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Lynn and Astarion had built a small feeding routine over the few weeks they had started traveling together, where the changeling would offer him blood a few times a week when he didn’t get injured.

The changeling didn't expect to be so affected by their little plan. It was supposed to be easy: feeding and leaving, nothing more and nothing less. So how did he end up in a weird tangle of emotions?

Lynn had forbidden himself from feeling anything but anger, yet he couldn't stop his heart from going batshit crazy whenever the two Were close.

That day Lynn had been feeling cold, as the lack of sun in the underdark would expect, the reason why, when Astarion looked for him that night, he had found the changeling in a cocoon of blankets reading a book.

“I hope you’ll share that novel with me.” He chuckled as he stepped closer, crouching next to the bundle of blankets that was Lynn.

The changeling had not heard him as he sneaked in, and it became obvious when he had jolted up. “Gods you scared me” He held a hand to his chest as he heavily panted.

“Sorry, my precious” He smiled.

Lynn didn't like to admit how Astarion’s sweet names affected him, they had been growing closer though he wished for more.

Anyway, it was in these moments, when silence would dawn on the two, that Astarion would feel the ghost of his heart fluttering, jumping to his throat as he noticed those little details about Lynn.

In that moment it was the faint line of a cut on his neck, as if he had been decapitated and sewn back together. He wanted to lean in, trace that scar and press his lips to it. Astarion mentally cursed himself at the thought, he had been so drawn to the changeling, that whenever he was in his mind he couldn’t help but derail to thoughts he was terrified of.

Nevertheless Lynn was the one that moved forward this silence.

“‘Starion, you are here for your dinner, right?” He asked softly as he eased down under the warmth of the blanket again.

“Uh, yeah” He rubbed the back of his head. “But if you don’t feel like it tonight we can-”

“No please, come in here..” He invited him under the blanket with a soft smile, a smile Lynn had not wasted for many before, lifting the bulde just enough he could slide in without dispersing too much heat. “It’s cold tonight, like this we will be warm” He murmured tenderly.

The elf swore he felt like everything faded away from around him as he was engulfed by the comfort of the duvet and Lynn’s closeness. It was so much and not enough at the same time.

“There you go” The changeling laid on his side to make more room for Astarion as he moved his hair to the side to expose the raw pinpricks on his neck.

“You’re sure? I don’t want to ruin your blanket accidentally” Astarion murmured as he gently traced the hollows where his fangs last bit.

Lynn couldn’t hide the goosebumps that settled on his skin as he nodded and as his usual he wrapped his arms around the elf’s waist, helping Astarion relax in the intimacy of the moment.

Neither of them knew how they did it, how the simple act of wrapping one’s arms around someone to bring them close, could ease any uncomfortable feeling that could go through them.

Lynn felt his throat suddenly going dry, as Astarion grazed Lynn’s neck with his lips, his face warmed up with a flush, and for a moment he was glad Astarion could not notice the blush. 

It felt as if he wanted to leave a kiss against the pale skin, but just the remote thought would make him run.

It didn’t matter how many times he’d be cradled in his arms and felt the sting of the bite pierce through his body, Lynn would always feel his heart race when Astarion’s lips would cup the wound and would start draining him of his blood.

In that moment, he felt like everything was amplified tenfolds, the way Astarion delicately held his head and clutched to his hip, or the hushed sounds he’d let out as he fed. The blanket, he blamed the blanket for the heat that rushed through his body, for the incessant thrumming of his heart.

He felt his body go through so much: he would feel heavy while simultaneously feeling lightheaded, he would feel soft while feeling rough, he’d feel like he was finally breathing while also being breathless.

Astarion wanted to be slow, tender, let the sweetness of the changeling’s blood rush slowly against his tongue, and get lost in the intrinsically private moment.

His arms kept the body from slipping away, as if he was terrified Lynn would walk away from the embrace. Not from the feeding, but from Astarion’s soft clutch, afraid of him.

Lynn hummed as Astarion tongue quickly lapped at the wound, collecting the blood that was still spilling out.

The two were breathless, forehead pressed against each other, still dazed by the exchange. They wanted to blame the closeness or the blanket that was shielding them, but that would have been lying to themselves.

Astarion’s fingers were still laced in Lynn’s hair, while Lynn’s hands now rested on Astarion’s cheeks, gently caressing the skin of the elf.

Of all the times they laid like that, this moment was when he realized how soft Lynn’s hair were, or how warm and calming his breath against his cold skin felt, or how delicate the touch of the changeling could be. He could feel his breath still affected by the softness of each other’s touch.

It was one of those moments where one would hope they would be sane enough to read each other’s eyes, to catch that feeling that was juggling between them, or they could read each other’s mind, cause they wondered if their lips would taste just like how they imagined. 

They didn’t even speak, it was astounding how the two didn’t want to let go of the other. 

Lynn had been the one to find the courage, he gently pulled him closer, tangling his fingers in his curls as he crashed their lips together. 

On his lips he tasted what divinity felt like, as Astarion's grip became ironclad on his waist.

Their kiss was breathless, desperate as they couldn't let go of each other. When one would take a moment to breathe, the other would itch to close the distance again, lingering close until their lips were not tangled again.

If the whole camp would have been silent, the only sound that would have reverberated would have been their breathy pleas.

“Don't go” Lynn begged as he lingered close, earning another kiss.

This time Astarion was tender, he caressed Lynn’s cheek as he eased. His usually taught body became nothing more than gelatin as he pressed himself against him.

“Not going anywhere” He murmured as he kissed him again. Their lips teased, sucked, clasped as they desperately clung to each other. They became one as the night swayed between sighs and caresses. Their clothes were long forgotten as they laid forehead to forehead, cradled against each other as they let their tongues do the talking for them.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion angst #astarion ancunin #bg3 #astarion baldurs gate #lynn: im alive (sadly) #lynnlovesthestars #lynn: updates☆ #vault: lynn ☆ #baldurs gate astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #astarion fic #astarion fluff #astarion x mc #astarion x oc #astarion x you #bg3 x reader #bg3 x tav #bg3 x you #bg3 x male reader #astarion #astarion bg3

[sparkles-and-trash]

Dabi’s is in a bad mood.

Worse than usual, actually, and according to those around him, that’s saying something.

So he does what he finds himself doing whenever he’s feeling shitty these days; he goes to that goddamn bird’s place.

The fancy apartment, giant bed and full fridge were big temptations, but if he were honest with himself, none of it matteres without a certain hero to share them with.

So, he stomps into the bulding, dripping wet and ice cold from the storm, tired, body aching, mind as cloudy as the sky, desperatly seeking some form of solance.

He doesn’t bother knocking or letting his precense known in any way as he enters the apartment, knowing all to well that Hawks has feathers all over the place and knows he’s there.

However, Dabi can’t quite seem to find where the bird has gone into hiding.

He knows he’s home, the boots lying tossed aside right inside the door was a clear sign of that, so he starts to look trough the apartment.

By the time he’s searched all trough the nooks and crannies he could think of he’s almost dry.

His mood have shifted from terrible to just sorta grumpy and tired.

The only room left was the bedroom, and as he walks in, he swears he hears a rustle in the large closet by the end wall.

He sighes deeply.

He should have known.

Dabi runs a hand trough his hair, and taps gently on the closet door before he opens it.

The sight of Hawks when he’s not… well, Hawks, and just Keigo, still startles Dabi sometimes.

He’s so little.

His whole posture changes, his face goes all soft, and he looks so young.

It doesn’t help when he’s curled into a ball, hair in his eyes, wings wrapped around his body, sitting on the floor of his closet.

Dabi’s heart cracks, just a little.

«Long day, hm?» he asks casually, and Keigo nods, looking up at him like he’s a kid caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.

Dabi sighs and shrugs off his coat so it hits the floor.

«Yeah, me too.»

He moves a little closer to Keigo, and for a second it looks like he’s about to get up, but Dabi stops him.

«Just…» he tilts his head a little, «scoot over, yeah?»

Keigo does, and Dabi smiles as he sees how the light in his eyes returns.

It’s a bit of a hassle to stack Dabi’s long legs under him in the tight space, but he eventually manages.

Keigo curls into him and wraps his wings around them both, and soon Dabi finds himself running his hand trough the birdie’s messy hair, listening to Keigo’s little chitters and croons.

This day might have been it’s own little slice of hell up until now, but if that was the price to pay for moments like these, Dabi wouldn’t mind paying it up every single day for the rest of his time.

#dabihawks #dabihawks fluff #toukei #Hawks #Dabi #Keigo takami #Touya todoroki #Dabi x Hawks #Hawks x Dabi #Touya x Keigo #Keigo x Touya #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[minho-hoho]

Yandere!ENHYPEN's reaction to their S/O slapping them

genre... yandere! pairing... yandere!enhypen x gn!reader! warning... cursing, yandere themes and behaviour, violence, small caps intended etc...! wc...1.7k! note... yall, no month has ever been so hectic im so sorry, like ive been trying to deal with my feelings (not abt tumblr, for the first time ever im starting to like someone sooo) and i got sick (again, yes im sick every two weeks) bedridden, and still am but its okay. just idk now expect more fluff since im more in a lovey stage bc of that little someone :>!

MASTERLIST

이 희승 Lee Heeseung

it all started after a heated argument about you not being able to go out with some of your friends

you were starting to get really annoyed and angry at your boyfriend's over-the-counter possessiveness and protectiveness

you just wanted to go outside and enjoy yourself, without him for once

it was basically a yelling match and you were starting to get seriously frustrated by the situation

suddenly, you felt your body move by itself

and in a fit of rage, your hand flew to Heeseung's face

it didn't hit you immediately, you were so enraged you didn't notice the shock and disbelief on Heeseung's face

you were breathing heavily and tried to calm yourself down. to you, the world had stopped for minute, you clearly weren't aware of your surroundings

but Heeseung made sure to snap you back to reality with his livid voice

“what the fuck did you just do?”

“what? it's nowhere near as bad as anything you've done to me anyways” you retorted, still on your high

he threw a death glare your way, that you didn't even notice

“i think that someone here” he came closer to you and looked down at you “needs to be taught a lesson”

and just like that, you were dragged to a dreaded place, still seeing red

박 제이 Park Jay

to be honest, you didn't how did you get so far in an argument

you should have already been locked up, but yet you weren't, you were here, screaming your lungs out, tears rolling down your cheeks, trying to put some sense into your psychotic “boyfriend”

at this point, you couldn't even remember what you were originally arguing about, you were basically buying time before getting locked up

but the more you argued, the madder you got

you wanted Jay to get a taste of his own medicine so bad, even if it was just a little, even if the consequences could be almost deadly

you wanted to hit on his ego, to feel even tiny bit embarrassed to be treated in such a way

you were quite weak, but you took all the remaining strength in your body and gave him the biggest slap

the sound of your hand on his face resonated through the whole house, and what you felt like pmmthe whole universe

it felt good, but you now knew, that there was no buying time anymore

you were doomed, and you knew it too well, but you were at a point where you were just waiting for him to end you by inadvertence

Jay forcefully pushed you onto the ground and took a few seconds to take a look at you

he took your leg and dragged you across the floor and stairs to the basement not even taking a look at your suffering self

he couldn't care less, all he saw was rage and madness, he couldn't believe how bold you were and made sure to teach you and unforgettable lesson

심 제이크 Sim Jake

you didn't even remember the last time you argued with Jake

it was always pretty sweet with him, but only recently you started to take notice of the manipulation

you started to notice how the way he treated you was far from normal, and it was rapidly but carefully bulding in you anger and resentment towards Jake, who didn't really notice the subtle changes in your behaviour

it was after him begging for you two to not go out on a date that you lost it

you started screaming right at his face and pouring all the contents of your heart on him, insults after insults were thrown, taking him aback

but he still got the situation under control, he knew you very well, and this outbursts of yours was going to end in his favour

again, he used his best technique, manipulation. he tried, but despite his best efforts, you saw right through it

and you managed to get even more enraged, if that was even possible

you took angry steps towards Jake and waste a second to slap him harshly

a wave of anger came over Jake, but he knew better to act put of anger. the last thing he'd ever was to appear as the bad guy

he was going to use your act to victimise himself and make YOU the bad guy

and that's how he put you back into your place, and filled you with immeasurable guilt

박 성훈 Park Sunghoon

you usually always tip-toed when you were with Sunghoon, which was all the time

but being with such a person lead to built up frustration and anger, that you always made sure to never unleash onto him, knowing damn well that he wasn't going to spend a single second trying to understand you

but today was different, nothing seemed to go your way, everything seemed like it was trying to push your buttons further and Sunghoon was no exception

everything he did seemed to bug you more than usual, and today was not the day you were up to deal with his quite annoying teasing

you tried to tell him to stop, but he didn't want to listen driving you crazier

after another remark from him, your body started dmoving on its own and you slapped his face with all of your strength

your eyes widened before his did, and before he could even compute your bold act, apologies started spilling our of your mouth, tears already forming in your eyes

but to your surprise, Sunghoon just started laughing, his laugh getting crazier by the second, scaring you but nevertheless, you kept the apologies coming until they almost made no sense

“shut up” and you immediately did, he then grabbed your hair and dragged you too your room

“you've gotten so bold and mean and for what?” he shook his head “i've done nothing but be nice and you repay me like this?” he tugged at your hair harshly as you were struggling on the floor

“i guess i should have known better, you are a brat after all. i hope that what you'll be going be through today will be enough for you to finally understand.” he took a look at your pitiful figure “not like i mind pushing you anyways”

김 선우 Kim Sunoo

where did this rage even come from? maybe it was from being locked away from the world, trapped with someone you absolutely loathed. who knew, what mattered was the fact that Sunoo's clingy behaviour was greatly pissing you off

his recent jealousy was way more overbearing these days, and you couldn't stand him being attached to your hip after acting in such deranged ways.

hell, everything he did seemed to piss you off in some ways and you told him multiple times but you were met with a pouting Sunoo which irked you even more

but this time it was too much

your head was hurting and the lats thing you needed was Sunoo yelling at you for a reason you didn't even know, you assumed it was because of his jealousy

you argued back, todl him to shut up repeatedly but to no avail, it only angered him more

and that's when you did it

you slapped him, you could say goodbye to your head because he was now screaming his head off and you of course, received a slap back

all you could do was sob uncontrollably on the floor, begging for all the screaming to stop

양 정원 Yang Jungwon

the only reason an argument with Jungwon got so far, was only because he found it entertaining to see you so engaged as if you were going to change his mind, he found you quite adorable like that

but now he had enough of seeing you scream, he did prefer seeing you docile and calm, and he would be lying if he didn't want his peace and quiet

after some eye rolling, he told you off, having not listened to anything you've said, not really caring

“did you even listen to me at all?” you said angrily, Jungwon smirked

“of course not, why would i?” he laughed “now just shut up before i get angry”

you were boiling inside, you felt frustrated, could nothing get through his head? if words didn't, maybe actions would

and right then and there, you slapped him, not with much force, you just wanted to get your point across

but if he was feeling nice earlier, he sure wasn't now

he didn't plan on punishing you today, but now, to him at least, it was the only option left

“i tried being nice with you but i guess you didn't get the memo, hm?” without leaving you the chance to answer he grabbed your arm and brought his face close to yours

“i suppose violence is the only way you can understand who's in control”

西村 力 Nishimura Riki

you two were passionately arguing as always

spitting venom at each other, fighting your sides for your dear lives, too stubborn to stop and apologise

you didn't even remember why you were arguing, you were just arguing to argue, in your minds, there was no way you were going to lose this battle

red with rage, you couldn't help but get even angrier seeing Riki shooting daggers at you

it only drove you further in you indignation and furor

you knew how he pushed every single one of your buttons, and this was the last straw

insulting your loved ones, especially after taking you away from them, was just too much for you to bear

the second your processed his words your hand flew across the room to his face, leaving a huge mark on his cheek

“i guess this shuts you up, huh?” you said snarkily, still riding your high seeing Riki mouth wide opened

“okay i don't where the fuck did you get your confidence from, but know that i'm going to make you pay for this” now your eyes widened and gulped as you heard him speak

he pulled your hair to bring you closer to him before speaking in your ear

“i'm going to make sure you won't ever use these hands of yours in such ways”

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[vroomian]

You know, I just realized that while we know Hells feelings towards the Library Demon, what about Heaven? You said the Stacks were pretty much a shelter?

Why would heaven care about some random demon?

No heaven doesn’t care, but the exorcists and Adam in particular hate his guts. There’s nothing he can really do when no one can find the library demon in the first place. Yrz is careful to never outright kill an angel but he does nearly kill more than a few until the message gets through to Leave The Blue Tagged Buldings Alone. Some things are worse than death.

What Yrz actually does during an extermination is make it so it’s impossible to actually get into the stacks if you don’t already live there. Normally it’s just confusing and tresspassers always end up walking themselves out. Residency is keyed to something like a magic tattoo? Because blood and ink and it’s nearly impossible to steal lol. Yrz is about information. His angelic form can scramble the unwary brain without trying — when he does try…

Have you ever had a migraine? A knock down can’t move without being sick lie-in-the-dark until everything stops hurting, oh-god-kill-me migraine? It’s like that but worse. He scrambles brains like he’s making an omelette. They can’t think, much less fight lol.

Anyone caught in the stacks without a housing deal or work contract from Yrz when he uses his power will kill themselves to be free of the agony. He overloads people with information. Lucifer vox and Alastor are the most able to function while he’s doing this but even then it sucks bad

The reason Yrz doesn’t kill any angels outright is he understands that it’s make the retaliation way worse. Also Lucifer told him not the make trouble and Yrz is technically a guest in his house, so it’s just good manners.

(A fun side affect of this shelter is pretty much all the overlords have temporary contracts for private bunkers in the stacks. They’re expensive but Yrz honors his word and the quality is always assured. No one wants to get on the library demons bad side so pretty much all the overlords are polite.

Other people have tried to find out yrzs secret but considering it’s just yrzs own power it’s impossible to steal lol.

Yrz doesn’t shelter all of hell because he’s not strong enough. Plus the shelters are more of a ‘these are my people’ possessive thing that expanded to a lucrative business. Yrz is always wiped after extermination day.)

#you've got questions we've got answers #Hazbin au #bfiasc

[isara0408]

Some Emotional/Angst Headcanons for Homu.

Homu doesn't show affection to anyone or show her appreciation to anyone because hours before the accident, her twin sister was the last person she ever showed affection to and showed her appreciation.

She went to therapy after she healed up from the accident to deal with the death of her twin. Her parents also went to therapy. However, Homu never moved on from her twins' death. With the therapy sessions, the therapist concluded that Homu lost her purpose in life and the reason for her existence. (Which would explain her acting robotic and showing no emotion)

"She doesn't show much interest in anything. She stares straight ahead with no emotion on her face. She has told me herself that she had no purpose in living and going on with her own life. She sees no reason for her existence. She completely shut down."

Her parents stayed close by her side throughout the years to help her through the grief. Even if Homu didn't show much emotion, they were still there for her.

Homu's purpose was finally revealed to her once she realized that she could build a replica of her twin sister with the new technology that has been developing during the years. She finally had a reason for her existence. She made it her goal to do a replica of her twin sister to finally have her back.

Once she met the science club, she wasn't interested in being friends with them at first, but with time, she began to open herself towards them, mostly Kaga. Once she paid attention to Kaga, she realized something. Kaga reminded her of her twin as if some parts of her were in him. His determination and passion reminded Homu of her twin. It was something she didn't expect to see in another person, especially the way Kaga expressed himself. She found another purpose for her existence.

The only reason why she's still alive is the robot she's bulding, but also because of the science club.

Each person became someone valuable to Homu. She saw them as family. Now, having a purpose for her existence and continuing with life, she made a promise to herself that she would do whatever it took to protect them from harm. She couldn't do it for her twin, but now she can do it for the new people in her life.

There are times when Homu would have nightmares of that accident. She would wake up sweating and crying. No one knows about this. (Minus her own parents)

Homu doesn't show affection towards the science club, or show her appreciation. She doesn't want to take that step... yet. When she does, she feels this huge wave of relief and finally cries in front of the science club.

Homu visits her sister's grave as much as possible and spends her time there to be near her and enjoy the peace and quiet.

She still goes to therapy, and she talks to her therapist about the science club. Sometimes, she does shed tears when talking about them.

If the science club is killed and she's the only one alive, she will return to how she was before, or worse, or might end up killing herself since she failed once again to protect the people she loved dearly.

#yandere simulator #yandere #yanderesim #kaga kusha #horo guramu #yaku zaishi #meka nikaru #homu kurusu #scienceclubheadcanon #science club #homuheadcanon #angst headcanon cuz yes 😃 #my baby is hurt okay 😔 #angst headcanon #angst

[meglyfer]

Quick recap about what's going on in Gaza

(Spoiler, the recap is not actually that quick, but I tried to summarize the most amount of information as possible)

On October 7th (if I'm not mistaken) Hamas launched an attack against Israel, destroying buldings and taking hostages As a response, Israel proceeded to attack Gaza, Palestine, injuring and killing hundreds and thouthands of people (Btw, punishing the population for what a selected group of people has done, os a war crime)

From the 7th to today, 28th of October, Israel has been attacking Gaza non stop. They have cut all electricity, water, food and medical supplies from entering the city, leaving the people so that, if the airstrickes don't kill them, the unability to tend to their needs will Israel has also told the people of Gaza to move to the south where they'll be "safer", only to attack the south

So far these are the numbers that Israel's agression has caused: • Death toll hits 7703. • 3595 children killed. • 19,734 injured. • 1800 missing, including 1000 children. • 825 atrocities committed. And still counting!

Yesterday, Israel destroyed the communication center in Gaza, meaning that not only they have lost all contact to the outside world, but they are also unable to call friends and family to check up on them and, most importantle, they can't call ambulances During this black out, Israel did the deadliest attack so far. People on Egypt, 80km away, reported that they were able to feel the ground shaking from the airstrikes

"But what about the hostages? What about Israel? What about Hamas?" I hear you saying Although it's true that Hamas continued their attacks, the amount of dead israelies is 1400 people which, although it's really bad, it doesn't even come close to the 7000 of Gaza About the hostages, they are completely fine. A woman that has recently been freed said that Hamas treated her and the rest of the hostages with kindness, gave them food and medical attention if needed Not to mention that Hamas offered multiple times to release ALL the hostages in exchange of stopping the airstrikes on Gaza, but they declined all the offers

On more recent news, Elon Musk offered help to restore the internet and communications on Gaza, but Israel said that they will prevent this from happening (information from about an hour ago)

To understand better this situation, here you have a history leasson:

Over 75 years ago, all the territory that is now Israel, used to be Palestine, but it all changed after WWII. After the holocaust, zionism was born, the idea to make a state completely run by jews where they would be safe, which is in concept a good idea, but the problem was that there was no land left to make this state, which meant the had to take it from somewhere, which ended up being Palestine. World potencies like the US or the UK liked this idea, so they gave zionist all necessary to make their dream come true, thus begining the Palestinian nightmare. The zionist, or Israel, started kicking out Palestinians out of their own land in an event that would later on be called the "Nakba", or translated from arabic, the "Catastrophie", self explenatory. Ever since then, Israel has been launching attacks against Palestine every few years, k1lling them, kicking them out of their own homes, and all that stuff, which leads us to today, where only 10% of which used to be Palestine is not *completely* occupoed by Israel (The population on those places is Palestine, but the goverment is run by Israel). Also I must add, nobody is able to leave or enter Gaza (at least legall) from even before the 7th of October, not only because of the LITERAL GIANT WALLS THAT ISRAEL BUILT TO KEEP THEM IN, but also Israel military forces them to keep them inside. There is currently also over 10.000 Palestine people arrested in Israeli prisons, which ended up there with no jury nor explenation of why they are even there, a good amount of these people are under the age of 18. This was never about Hamas, Israel just took their most recent attack as an excuse to continue their g3nocide and colonialism, because that's what it is, A G3NOCIDE AND COLONIALISM

#palestine #gaza #free palestine #free gaza #ceasefire #ceasefire now

[adventuressclubamericas]

It's kind of hard to believe, but as I understand it, at one point Bourbon Street was just a sleepy residential street in the French Quarter. New Orleans' party district was Storyville until the Army closed it down, then moved to Rampart Street's Tango Belt. That all changed on New Year's Day, 1926, when Arnaud Cazenave opened The Maxime in a brewery building at the corner of Bourbon and Bienville (at left in the first photo.) It was Bourbon Street's first nightclub, a place "where all is fun and merriment" according to press reports of the day.

The Maxime closed its doors in 1928, at least in part because of legal issues with the federal government (something about selling alcohol during Prohibition…). In it's wake, though, came the torrent of clubs and other establishments that make Bourbon Street what it is today.

The bulding that had housed the club was torn down in 1966, to be replaced by a hotel that would become the Royal Sonesta New Orleans - host hotel for Miss Fisher Con 2024!

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #miss fisher con #missfishercon #miss fisher and the crypt of tears #the adventuresses’ club of the americas #phryne fisher #every cloud productions #acorn tv #ms fisher's modern murder mysteries #missfishercon2024 #peregrine fisher #miss s #new orleans #nola #big easy #crescent city #new orleans bars #new orleans food

[anotherkindofloveletters]

Drive My Car

Hi flowers! I really liked to write this one. I think y/n deserved a bit of fun after the last few chapters. ♥

tw: I don't think there are many, some swearing maybe. If you notice something let me know please. taglist: @honethatty12 @pleasantducktimetravell @hungryhungarian Please feel free to tell me if you want to join the taglist.

Sixth Chapter

gif is not mine - but a masterpiece from @kmagsy

Chapter 7 - Save Your Tears

“We are doing it and you are coming with us, no way you’re not.” Yuki screams out of y/n’s hotel door next to Pierre “C’mon it’ll be fun, it’s just a karaoke night.” insists the french, until y/n gives up and open up the door “Oh my you were already dressed up? Where were you going without us?” the japanese exclaims in shock “A café? To read?” y/n answers in full sarcasm mode, they both shake their heads and grab y/n by her arms and finally manage to leave the bulding heading to the Karaoke Bar. Yuki being japanese grew up around these kinds of places, so was already very excited to get drunk and sing many beautiful songs, with his terrible terrible voice.

Everyone on the team sings a song and it’s va lot of fun and y/n manages to take a lot of hilarious pictures, it’s eventually Pierre’s and Yuki’s turn and they decide to sing their masterpiece: Hello by Adele. Everytime it’s funnier than the previous one. Pierre looks at y/n while singing and she giggles almost blushing, trying to hide herself behind her analogic camera, whilst taking pictures of him. “Bravi!” y/n says clapping her hands “Thank you everybody, we are stars!” laughs Yuki clapping vividly.

The number of beers consumed was getting higher and higher and everyone by then was a little tipsy “y/n you’re the only one who hasn’t sung yet. You have to do it!” insists Yuki pushing her a little “Guys, c’mon, by myself?” she asks already blushing. “y/n, I know you can do it…” with those words, which sounded almost like a threath, Yuki meant that he sometimes heard y/n singing at home and she was not that bad and after his performance anyone could look good. After some convincing y/n gets up and choose Save Your Tears by the Weeknd. Everyone was chilling at the moment and she didn’t want to ruin the vibes, so she gets up shily and put herself in front of the tv with everyone behind her, which helped her not to die instantly of shame.

She starts to sing and everybody gets a bit more quiet, as if they heard something unexpected. After the first chorus, Pierre turns to Yuki speechless, he was smiling proudly of her and Pierre whispered “How is she so good at everything? I want to hear this everyday.” he then stole her camera to take some pictures of her singing as well. AT some point during the second half of the song, she decides to turn around and sees everyone mesmerised and cheering for her. She was moving a little following the rhythm of the song and Pierre couldn’t stop looking at her, seeing perfectly for the first time what Yuki really meant that day. She was bewtiching and amazing in every little move she made.

At the end of the song everyone bursts into a big applause and y/n blushed violently hiding herself behind her own arms, Yuki and Pierre gets up and hug her tightly with someone on the team taking a picture of that special moment. “When were you telling us you’re a fucking grammy winner?!” said Pierre smiling at her, hearing her chuckling into his arms “Stop it, guys, really it’s not that good” she almost whispers. They order another round of shots to celebrate “To finding new aspects of us everyday” cheered y/n before chugging her tequila shot.

“I really need the bathroom now” jokes y/n leaving the room after some other drinks and songs shared with her friends. Pierre gets in a corner of the room with Yuki “What now? Something happened?” asks Yuki super worried after being dragged away by his friend “No, calm down. I just think I realised something…” Yuki looks at Pierre a bit confused “I see it now, what you told me. How amazing she is and not just in a friendly way, but in I want to spend time alone with her way, I want to find out things she would never say to anyone, be there for her. Be the person she deserves. I mean, I think I like her like her.” Yuki listen to those words shaking his head “Oh no Pierre, she’s in the worst place right now! You know it! How can we do this and I don’t want to lose both of you. No no” “Yuki, calm down. I don’t want to make any steps now.” the japanese guys sighs “I'd love to see her happy and with you I swear, I can see the connection, but don’t even try to play games on her!” “Yuki, have you ever heard me talk about someone this way after Katherina?” he shakes his head “Here you go. She is special and I’d love for her to see me this way too… and I hope that happens soon.” Yuki and Pierre ends the conversation with an hug right before y/n comes back from the loo “There was a queue over there” she giggles getting back to the boys “Everything’s fine?” she asks seeing the two of them acting a bit weird. “Yes, of course, we were wondering if you just left us here” answers quickly the french guy. “Silly, I would never… tonight.” they all laugh and keep on having their nice evening, with Pierre not managing to keep his eyes off of her.

chapter 8

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[kanataka-san]

Gally x Male reader

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Nobody know what was happening. Some unknow masked people just kidnapped them from the street to somekind of old parkinglot. Thomas didn't know if they were from WICKED or what were they purpose in general.

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Getting out of the van they saw many people with weapons in hand ready to use at any moment. Finally one of the man among group of mixed men and not so much women took off his mask reviling Gally that they were thinkig was dead. Boy next to him took off the mask too, mouth agape looking at Newt.

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Before Thomas could do or say anything his friends voice was heard.

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"(Y-y/n) ?"

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"Newt..."

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Former gladers turned to look at the two not getting what was going on.

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Honey haired teen and a bit more lighter haired boy came up to eachother, eyes wide not believing this is happening for real. (Y/n) didn't wait and made a first move- he hugged taller boy around his torso tightly. Newt needed a moment to process everything but soon returned the affection.

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"I can't believe it...."

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After parting away smaller boy got big dorky smile on his face as well as Newt.

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"Ok, what is going on?" Thomas asked when his voice returned in place. "This is my little brother." Gallys eyes widen while he scratched his neck feeling uneasy- how is he supposed to tell them he and Newts brother were in a relationship from a nearly a year now also after the things he did before...

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As (Y/N) looked at his lover he could tell he felt a lot more weight on his shoulders than before so he came up to Gally and unnoticed by anyone took his smaller hand into bigger one squeezing it slightly while smilling at the taller boy as to say 'everything is ok'.

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Giving a squeez back former bulider not so wilingly pulled away taking five of them to Lawrence.

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After saving Minho and jumping out of the window Thomas took Newt arm on his shoulder seeing how much the teen struggle. They meet Gally shooting down other guards making the three wet boys space to fully get out of the water.

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Minho was shoocked seeing the boy he though he killed long ago with a spar. But there was a frown on Gallys face.

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"Where is (Y/N)?" It was time for Thomas to rose a brow.

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"He stayed with you-"

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"No, he run with YOU to help." while they were arguing Newt began to cough- hard. That worried just rescued boy but Thomas shook it off. More guards was making they way towards the four of them with guns as they tried to hide.

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Noticing as one more went out of the door and made his way to them make them feel like they wont make it out.

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But to their suprise new "guard" was shooting as many man around the four as he could with his own gun trying to avoid the fire back knowing he will be dead if he wasn't too carefoul.

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Soon all of them saw his figure closer, taking cover behind some rubles he took off his mask.

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"(Y/N)." Gally breathed out relived he's ok. Taking the chance when guards stopped shooting (Y/N) run as fast as he could to his boyfriend.

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Taller boy open his arms for his lover to jump in- he did it trusting crouching boy avoiding more bullets that went his way.

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"What were you thinking?! It was reckless and dangerous-" hand on his cheek and warm lips shuted up the yelling boy.

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"I know. Now is not the time, we need to go." looking in the direction of his brother (Y/N)s (E/C) eyes sadden showing how worried he was. Not carring about anything else smaller boy crawled to his 'changing' brother.

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"Newt... Hang on." gloved hand took away some of the damp honey hair that stick to his forehead, turning to others he shouted. "What are you waiting for, come on, get him up!"

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Obeying the request they walked as fast as they could between abadoned buldings.

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Newt became more aggressive when they finally setteled down, he tried to use a gun but Thomas kicked it out of his hand. Dark blue veins was visible on his neck and face as he took his own knife and attacked brown haired boy that tried to avoid it being trapped in between the dirty floor and his friend thinking how to take it out of Newts death grip without hurting either of them.

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Nobody could have expect what will happend next.

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Newt got tackled to the ground- knife went straight to (Y/N)s shoulder as he struggled to keep his brother still taking at the same time out the cure he had stolen from WICKED.

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He would gave it to his brother earlier if they werent been chased and if it didn’t got trapped inside his pocket after running so much-  (Y/N) just hoped it wasn't too late.

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In fast motion he jabbed Newt in the chest with it giving all his weight on the knees on older boy forearms stradling his stomach getting him trapped under the added weight.

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All streanght left (Y/N)s body, adrenaline stopped working as he tried to stand up but failed and fallen on his bum breathing hard next to now calm teen.

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Gally was the first one to wake up from the daze and come support his lover.

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"Thats why you were the last one to go out, you went for the cure." didn't want to talk out of pain (Y/N) grited his teeth, fastly nooding his head getting as much comfort in Gallys touch as he could at this moment.

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Soon Teresas voice was heard loud and clear. Thomas of course went to her- He loved her even after what she did.

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Brenda and Frypan showed up and helped take Newt unconscious form as Gally picked up (Y/N) gently without moving the knife scared of his love bleeding out. Carefully everyone made their way to the jet where others waited.

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(Y/N) felt soft matters under him and how sore hes' shoulder was. Slowly opening his eyes he saw baby blue eyes looking at him in the dark room. Only now he noticed how big the room was and soft whiteish curtains were covering the windows from bright sun but letting the light wing come inside making them went up.

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"How are you feeling..?"

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"o-ok, I think."

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(Y/N)s voice was hoarse but Gally gently help him into sitting position handing him glass of water that stood on a small table. "..... You were out for a week.... I was scared I will lose you.. Others were worried and scared too." "But I'm awake now." light smile adored smallers boy face and Gally couldnt help to just kiss his lovers forehead.

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"Wait! Whats with Newt and Thomas?" beautifull (E/C) eyes were full of worry. "They're fine, Newt is much better right now the cure you stolen was out of the Greenies blood they took earlier- that shuck face- it saved his live. Thomas got a bullet wound in his stomach but is slowly recovering." at this news (Y/N) calmed down taking a deep breath then sliding down looking at his lover.

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"We're safe now? No more running?"

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"We're safe and no- no more running."

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#tmr gally #tmr newt #tmr #the maze runner x male reader #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner #the schuyler sisters #the death cure

[cositapreciosa]

You & Me II

Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x ex-army!reader, (implied murder/drug use/smut, swearing, ptsd, angsty but happy-ish ending) the usual for the show, 3528 words

a/n : you can read part 1 here and 1.2 here !!

A special shoutout to @narcolini for renting me their Ava & their Marco OCs. We are so deeply into it we are bulding our own multiverse and shit, you can read In his shadow here !

Tagging my Gilly people @narcolini @drabbles-mc

You were taking your cup of coffee from Gil’s hand when you first heard the car pull into the driveway. You hadn’t thought much of it in the beginning, setting your mug down on the dinner table and taking a sip. It is a busy neighbourhood, close to the elementary school, not too far from the shops, and hearing the gravel fly wasn’t making you jump from the couch like it used to. It was only the two of you in the house this morning, Rae had been able to bring Jacob to school, letting you enjoy Gil’s company until he had to leave for work as well.

With a hand, he caresses your shoulders as he moves around you, toward the entryway. You call on him as he steps further away, something about his coffee getting cold, but he doesn’t hear you, all of his attention being pulled to the window, the heavy steps you can now hear on the stairs. You get it then, that the screeching of the breaks wasn’t from the neighbour’s house, that the sound of a closing door wasn’t coming somewhere down the street. His training had kicked in before yours, shoulders pushed back, ears straining. He glances back at you.

‘’ Someone’s at the door, you stay right there for me, okay? ‘’

Fuck. If he sees the changes in your body language he doesn't mention it, but before you can argue with him, he is already at the door, pulling it open.

‘’ Marco? ‘’

You hear the surprise in his voice, the confusion that laces the tone. You can barely see who it is over his shoulders, taking up most of the door frame, but if you had to guess, this ‘Marco’ is Ava’s brother. The second youngest one, the police academy one she told you about. He moves a bit to the left and Ava’s brother doesn’t even have to be fully in your field of view that you know your assumption is right. Tan skin, hands on his hips to balance the weight of the belt, the same nose he shares with his sister. The cop one. It takes everything in you not to run to the back door right here, right now, to stay here and eat stale bread as you pretend there wasn’t a body in the back of your trunk a month ago.

‘’ Good morning, Gilly. I wanted to call, but I figured I would just show up.‘’

You had met him once, barely in passing, a polite boy from a good family, Gilly’s friend. You mostly stood back as you watched them keep up on local news, hands sweating, adrenaline pumping just by looking at the holster at his hip. Before then, you had already met Ava, enjoyed wine and dinner at her house more than once, coffee dates on the terrace if the weather was good. She had told you some childhood stories, how Marco was a hard-working boy, top of his class, that time she had to pick him and Sebastian from the bar because they couldn’t even stand. It felt weird to know so much about someone who had just learned your name and shook your hand, but it gave you a weird feeling of being a step ahead of them. Whoever ‘them’ were, whoever would come looking for him.

Marco takes a quick look inside, where you are sitting at the table, coffee getting cold in your hand. A smile pulls at his lips, waving your way quickly, he must have recognized you.

‘’ Good morning, ma’am. ‘’

You don’t wish him one back, back straight on your chair, looking at him like a hawk. He doesn’t seem to mind, already turning back to Gilly instead.

‘’ You got a second? ‘’ Marco’s eyes flicker back to you, ‘’ You know, like a private one? ‘’

You know it probably has to be something about club business, something Marco figures you shouldn't know about. Gil takes a step outside, pulling the door closed with him, but not before throwing what you hope is a reassuring smile your way. He must know you saw the uniform, the gun and the handcuffs hanging from his belt. You don’t really know what Marco’s full relationship with the club is, a subject Ava never really deep-dived into. Understandable, when you know what happened to Sebastian. Grief, sadness, everyone and no one to blame at the same time. Things you fear you might face later down the road as well.

The door shuts with a click and the whole room stops moving. You can hear the murmur of the news channel on the tv in the living room, their faint voices through the walls. You have to trust Gil, trust his judgment and that he is taking care of it. He wouldn’t have opened the door if he didn’t think he could deal with it. You can already feel your heart speeding up, feel how hard it is pumping blood up and down your body, blurring the edges of your eyesight.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You don't know how long they stay outside, but it feels like hours later when he opens back the door. You can't read Gil's face, that is the first thing you notice, the first thing that actually scares you more than the idea of having Marco arrest you for murder in your own kitchen. You meet the young man's eyes behind Gil and he is quick to offer you another wide smile. It doesn't make his eyes shine as the first one did, and you realize whatever happened, it must be big. You let yourself think for a second that maybe he isn't here for you, maybe it's the club, maybe-

‘’ Hope I didn't steal him too long, ma'am. ‘’ Marco is talking to you again, trying to downplay it, ‘’ I'll leave you two to it. See you later, Gilly. “

They exchange a pat on the back, a few whispered sentences you can't catch, and then Marco closes the door. Barely a second passes that you already want answers.

‘’ What did he mean by that? Where are you going? ‘’

He is walking back to you as his fingers comb through his beard, scratching the stubble under his chin. You can feel him miles away, even though he is only a few feet from you.

‘’ Nowhere. Not now. ‘’

He is not listening to you, generic answers to make it seem like he is.

‘’ Gilbert. ‘’

He looks up to you at that, as if he is only now noticing you across the table.

‘’ What? ‘’

‘’ You're not listening to me. ‘’

‘’ You're right. I'm sorry. ‘’

You wait for him to talk to you, to tell you what happened. You two don't keep secrets, you never did, never will. You accept that he doesn't tell you much about club things, to keep you away from any backlash. Always getting an idea of the picture, but never the full image. He stops in front of the table, pressing his palms to the wood, leaning on it as he looks at his feet.

‘’ Marco tells me SAMCRO found one of their own. Dead. Seems like the AFT caught wind of that, they’re looking into it. ‘’

‘’ You don't think- ’’

That's it's the same one, you think, the same body, the same one Coco took care of.

‘’ That you killed a Son’s brother? ‘’ He scoffs.

‘’ What? No, I didn’t- ‘’

You didn’t kill a Son. Austin was a nobody, a shit person, a below-average fuck-buddy who couldn’t hold a job, being a gangster would have been too hard on him. He didn’t have any brothers as far as you knew.

‘’ So you’re telling me there wasn’t a dead man in your trunk two months ago? ‘’

‘’ That is not what I’m saying, Gil. I didn’t- shit- I didn’t know he was a rival bike gang! I fucked him and he would buy me weed and- God that sounds wrong, I was not prostituting myself- ‘’

You are standing up at this point, grabbing the ledge of the table so hard your knuckles are white. You can’t breathe and Gil is angry and you know you should take a deep breath and stop this panic attack before it gets a hold of you but you can’t. Your chest hurts and he must have seen how pale you have gotten because he stops, eyes softening. His hand gently grabs your elbow.

‘’ Hey, I’m not mad, okay? Sit down for a second. ‘’

You know he is lying for your sake. Of course he is mad, you can see it, you know that this is enough to start a war, bullets flying, caskets lowered. He slowly moves around the table, pushes you back down on your chair as your head automatically falls in between your knees. Come on, you know this will help bring it down a bit, bring some blood back to your head, deep breath in, deep breath out. You can’t even tell if it’s him or your mind talking to you now.

‘’ I thought it was over. ‘’ you whimper, ‘’ He’s dead and I still can’t get away from him. ‘’

Gil‘s hand is warm on your neck, caressing up your hair and then down your back in slow circles.

‘’ That’s not true, baby. You’re safe here, I got you. ‘’

Baby, baby, baby. It spirals into your head as the floor underneath your feet feels like it’s turning. It takes a few more minutes, for you to finally calm down, for air to come in normally again.

‘’ His name was Austin, a dirtbag from Fresno. I stayed there for like a month, we fucked a few times. ‘’

‘’ You don’t have to tell me- ‘’

‘’ I do. ‘’ you sniff, ‘’ I do because I gotta fix this. I don’t want the club to pick up after me again. ‘’

It feels weird to tell him now, after forcing yourself to forget this moment for weeks, trying not to look Coco in the eyes for too long, afraid he would ask questions you didn’t want to answer. You hadn't told him simply because you didn’t have the guts, the courage to face what had happened. But today you have to do it, tell him the whole story so he can tell you what to do now, like he always does. SAMCRO clearly thinks the Mayans have done it, and they will come for them, for him. He crouches to your level, one knee on the ground, the other one nudging yours. He doesn’t try to pry away your fingers from your face, doesn’t offer reassuring words, but his presence is enough, his hand in your hair is enough.

‘’ One night, he’s pounding on my door. ‘’ You continue. ‘’ He’s on some hard shit, he’s not making sense so I tell him to fuck off, but he doesn’t listen. And then he’s just inside my place, I’m screaming and he’s screaming, I don’t understand, but he’s grabbing my neck.‘’

You can’t see the floor anymore, blurred by all the tears that are pooling up in your eyes. You can hear the blood rushing to your head, the fast thump in your ears. You know Gil’s fingers are shaking against your back, that he is angry he wasn’t there to save you back then, to kill him himself.

‘’ I blinked and then I was there, I wasn’t in California and he was one of them. I could taste the sand in my mouth, Gil, the pain in my shoulder was back and I could smell the bodies- ‘’

You sob, you can’t help it. You know that he understands what you are talking about, those flashbacks that are way too real, where both of you can still feel the blood on your hands. He knows those twelve hours had been the worst of your life, fighting against the gag in your mouth, the burning ropes around your wrists. It had been a miracle they had found you really. Rae bursting through the door, calling for a medic and an evac, while Gil took charge of figuring out if all the blood soaking your uniform was yours.

‘’ I didn’t know he was SAMCRO I promise… ‘’

‘’ I know. ‘’ he sniffs, ‘’ Fuck, I know, baby. ‘’

Baby, baby, baby. His nose is in your hair and your whole world smells like him, his shirt against your forehead, his beard on your cheek. It is a miracle you are still in the kitchen with him, not the basement your mind always brings you back to. Not under the scorching sun, the burning sand that haunts your nights.

‘’ I’ll let Templo know, we’ll deal with them. I’m taking care of it. ‘’

You straighten up at that, looking down at him.

‘’ Don’t. ‘’ You wipe away the tears under your eyes, ‘’ I’ll tell Bishop, it’s my mess, you guys have nothing to do with this. I can’t let them think it was the club. ‘’

‘’ Are you crazy? It’s not going to be only one guy coming for you, it’s gonna be a dozen of ‘em. You need us to protect you. ‘’

You are on your feet before he can react, pressing your palms against your eyes. Your head hurts, you feel numb, you thought you were going to be fine, here, with him, but you can’t escape it, everything always follows you where ever you go, bringing others down with you.

‘’ I don’t need it. I can protect myself. ‘’

‘’ You really think that? ‘’ He scoffs, ‘’ How you gonna do that, hm? You’re going to run away? Again? They’ll find you. ‘’

You feel like you are boiling, water spilling over the pot, hot and sizzling. He is pushing buttons you thought he wouldn’t dare, that you thought stopped hurting two months ago. You are not calm anymore, you are angry, so, so angry.

‘’ I’m a fucking US Army Ranger, Gilbert, you think a bunch of pussies in leather are going to be the end of me?! ‘’

He is up on his feet too, towering over you, chest against yours as it raises up and down.

‘’ You’re being delusional, ranger. ‘’ He bites back, ‘’ You think it’s only you that’s involved in this now? ‘’

He takes another step forward, forcing you to back away, cornering you between him and the wall. He is frowning and you realize he is not angry like you thought he was, he seems confused, appalled at your words.

‘’ You think Jacob is going to understand why you’re not picking him up from school anymore, hm? That Rae is gonna believe whatever lies you feed her? That I- ‘’

He stops at that, tongue rolling inside his mouth. He is looking at you, eyes piercing your walls, destroying the bubble you had tried to put up between you. You know you hurt him, you feel bad, you really do, but aren’t your absence a small price to pay to save their lives?

‘’ Gil- ‘’

‘’ If you want to do it alone, you can. ‘’ He continues, ‘’ You’re right, these guys aren’t trained professionals, but they’re wild dogs. They will bite and won’t let go until you’re dead. ‘’

You don’t like this. You don’t like it because you know what he is saying is true. As much as you would like to think you can do this alone, you simply can’t. No amount of training, hiding or illegal guns could dig you out of this one. You think of Jacob, his sweet face, his twelve years old jokes you don’t find funny but pretend they are. You think of Rae and Ava, all of Gil’s friends. You can’t let this affect them too and have them lose their lives in a war they didn’t even have a say in. You don’t answer him and he takes it as an opportunity to keep going.

‘’ Is that what you really want? To leave after all the hard work you’ve put into making it work here? ‘’

‘’ Of course not. ‘’ Your voice breaks, ‘’ But I fucked up, Gil, and I got to own up to it. You’re always picking up after me, what kind of shit friend am I ?! ‘’

‘’ A friend? ‘’

You can’t meet his eyes, you can’t look at him and see the hurt that must paint his face. You know you are not just a friend, you are not stupid or blind, you know why your heart speeds up every time he gets home, why you miss him when he goes on runs. You know the three words that get stuck in his throat in the late-night hours, when his lips are warm on your jaw, hand curving underneath your knee, words he would whisper if you would let him.

‘’ You’re not just a friend. ‘’

‘’ I know. I’m sorry. ‘’

Please, it means, don’t. You can tell what is coming, what is going through his head. You can see it in his eyes, in how his shoulders are leaning towards you, and you know you can’t take it if he says it today. Your hand presses against his bicep, hopefully soothing whatever fire you started, but he doesn’t allow you to stop him this time.

‘’ You really think I would do all of this if I didn’t- ‘’

Love you. He doesn’t say it, thank god he doesn’t, but you know he wants to. You wish you could think about saying it like he is, so freely, like it wouldn’t tie him down in the same suffocating way it would make you feel. You love him, of course you do, more than friends, more than everyone you have ever loved before, but you can’t tell him. Mostly because it would make it real and offer him the possibility to say no. His hands gently frame your face, bringing your focus back to him.

‘’ I’ve saved you once, I can do it again. ‘’ He is so much closer now, pressing you against his front as his thumbs caress your cheeks. ‘’ Let me do it again. ‘’

He is pleading, begging for you to stay and a part of you thinks he might be scared. Scared of letting go, of what is coming next. Sometimes you wonder if this whole thing with you is about old time's sake and you pray at night that it isn’t, that it’s genuine, a work between faith and pure chance.

He is bringing your head towards his before you can react, lips pressing desperately on yours. It feels like a goodbye kiss, as if it would be the last, a silent answer that he would let you go if you really wished him to. He tastes like coffee, smells like the cigarette he sneaked and smoked on the porch so you wouldn’t catch him.

‘’ Let me help you. ‘’ You whisper when he eventually pulls away. ‘’ Let me make this right. ‘’

He doesn’t answer your demand, doesn’t fight back to tell you he would never let you get in arms way, or say yes and tell you he would supply you the guns himself if needed. He only kisses you again, hands back in your hair, eyes closed. It’s his way of closing the discussion, enough damage done for today, enough pieces picked up for now, nothing that can’t be fixed later. You know it will be a debate for another day, tomorrow morning maybe, after you drop Jacob at school, making a right out of the parking lot and taking the main street straight to the clubhouse. You’ll notice the grease on his cheek as he comes out of the shop, know the words that will come out of his mouth before he even says them, watch as the skin between his brows creases. God damn it, woman.

But right now, you let him lower you on the dinner table, let him kiss you again and again and again. I’m staying, you want him to know, we’ll fight this together. You want to stay in the moment, enjoy what is left of the morning, but you are seeing red, motivated by a rage you thought was long gone. They are family, all of them. You won’t let Austin, or anyone, take them away from you ever again. You make up your mind when you pull Gil’s shirt over his head, hands curling around his shoulders, finger already wrapped around an invisible trigger. SAMCRO won’t even know what hit them.

#gilly x reader #gilly lopez x reader #gilly lopez x you #mayans mc imagine #mayans imagines #mayans fanfic #mayans imagine

[juanarc-thethird]

They Kidnapped Jaune! Season 2

You can check the first Season here.

Perviously:

Coco: *calmly* First Jaune is fine, second he's with my parents helping with the fashion show

Harriet: *looks at coco*..Is he still with your parents?

Coco: *Talking on the phone* Is Jaune still there......oh....i see....love you, bye. *hangs up* He left a half hour ago, said he was gonna explore atlas.

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Sienna: *to salem* should we go?

Salem: Sienna was it, let's go

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Fran: *To the rest of the group* I'm gonna follow the other 2. They seem to be good company.

Meanwhile

???: You look like you could need some rest. Please have a drink with me

Jaune: I'd be delighted too, miss.....?

Willow: schnee.....but you can call me willow~~

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In front of the Schnee Manor.

Salem: *Looking at the bulding* So base of that girl parents information jaune was…

Sienna: Jaune was seen last time helping Mrs. Schnee with some shopping. *She inform* After that, no signs from him.

Salem: I see. Let’s ask Mrs. Schnee where is our king.

Fran: This so exciting.

Sienna ring the bell at the entrance and the door opens reveling an old man from the other side.

Klein: Hello. *Looks at Salem and gets scare* AAH!

Sienna: It ok, she is not going to hurt you.

Salem: *Annoyed* Yet.

Klein: Apologies, I’m the butler of this household. Do you have business with the family?

Salem: I would like to talk with Mrs. Schnee. She has someone that belong to us.

Klein: Someone that belong to you? Oh! Do you mean Master Arc?

Sienna: Master Arc?

Fran: *Texting her daughter everything that is goin on* This is getting good.

Klein: Mrs. Schnee is waiting for you all. Please follow me.

They follow him through the halls of the manor until they ended on a large room. In the middle Mrs Schnee can be seen drinking some tea. Around her they can see so many chairs and couches for a large group of people and on the middle of all this a table fill with so many tea cups.

Willow: *Looks up* Oh! You must be Salem and Sienna. Jaune talk a lot about you two. I was wondering when will you girls show up, but it seems that some of your group are missing.

Fran: They are “busy” at the moment. They will meet us soon.

Willow: Splendid. My name is Willow by the way. Please, take a sit. I have some tea if you girls are thirsty.

Salem moves fast towards her. Her magic is moving all the furniture that is on her way. Until she stops right on her face.

Salem: *Angry* Where is my king?

Willow: *Calm* I’m not your enemy, but I do have some bad news. Please, sit down.

Salem moves back and with her magic she put all the furniture back in place. She takes a sit on one of the chairs. While Sienna and Fran sit on a sofa beside her.

Willow: Jaune was taken again.

Fran: Again? Do you know about the other kidnapped's?

Willow: As I mention earlier, Jaune told me everything about what has happen to him. Even the small details. Like you, your velvets mother, and some how you are here. Why are you here?

Fran: Oh, I don't want to miss what happen next to this story. *She smiles*

Willow: *Giggles* I understand your curiosity.

Salem: *Interrupts them* We are moving away from the main issue here. Who took my king?

Willow: Right, my husband, sorry, my ex-husband didn’t like that I was getting close to jaune.

Sienna: Excuse me?

Willow: Please calm down. We didn’t do anything indecent.

Sienna: *Relief* Oh ok

Willow: But I did try. *Takes a sip of her tea*

Sienna: What!?

Fran: Oh my! *Texting velvet again*

Willow: Any way, he hire some people to get rid of him. But it back fire.

Salem: What happen exactly?

Willow: I was just spending some quality time with Jaune and my son Whitley. It was a beautiful moment.

Flash back

Willow is sitting down on a bench while looking at Jaune play catch with Whitley. Whitley can be seen having the time of his life. Smiles all around.

Willow: (Is being a long time that I seen Whitley this happy)

Jaune throws the football a little higher but Whitley was able to catch it.

Whitley: *Excited* Jaune! Did you see that! I got it! I got it!

Jaune: Nice catch!

Willow feel so happy when hearing his son so excited by something so simple. It was like all the pressure his father put of him was gone for that one second. She is so happy that Jaune was here.

Willow: *she looks at her watch* Whitley, is time for supper. Jaune would you like to eat with us?

Jaune: I don't know. I have people waiting for me.

Whitley: Please Jaune. I want to hear more about your adventures. You gave me your word that you will tell me everything.

Jaune: *Smiles* You are right, I gave you my word. Ok then, what's for dinner?

Whitley: Yess!!

Flash back end

Willow: At dinner he and my son were talk none stop. *smiling at the memory* It reminds me when I was a child spending some time with my father. Anyway, they where talking for so long that he miss the last bullhead. So we let him stay the night.

Flash back

Willow and Klein are guiding Jaune to his room.

Jaune: Thank you for letting me stay.

Willow: Don't need to thank me. I should be the one thanking you. Is being a long time that I saw my son smile so much. Living her can be-

Klein: *Interrupt her* Ma'am, I don't think is a good Idea to talk about that with our guest.

Willow: Right, forget that I say that. Here is your room by the way.

Klein open the door to his room and Jaune got inside. He looks around the room.

Jaune: *Amaze* Its so big *Turns to see willow* Thank you again.

Willow: *smiles* I already told you, you don't need to thank me.

Jaune: Still. Well then I better get some sleep. Goodnight.

Klein: Goodnight Sir

Willow: Goodnight Jaune.

They both close the door.

Klein: Such a nice young man.

Willow: He in did is. Maybe we can conceive Weiss to go out with him or perhaps Winter. For what Jaune told us, it seems that she was extra friendly with him.

Klein: Yes, it will be nice for those girls to have a man like him. If they do, I would be able to sleep peacefully.

Willow: *With a sadden look* Yes, me too.

Klein: *Looks at her* I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you Ma'am.

Willow: It's fine.

Flash back interrupted

Fran: That's it? No romantic setting? No passion?

Salem: I must say, this is quite amusing.

Willow: *Giggles* There is more in the story.

Fran: *Grabs a cup of tea* Go on.

Willow: So later that night I was not able to sleep and went to the kitchen for a cup of tea.

Flash back continue

Willow is waiting for her teat to set. She is wearing her pijamas and a coat for the cold. While she wait her eye where looking at the moon, deep in thought.

Jaune: Can't sleep?

Willow: *Surprise* Oh Jaune, you scare me.

Jaune: Sorry, I didn't mean too.

Willow: Why are you up?

Jaune: The same reason on why you are awake. Something is bothering you, right?

Willow: I'm fine, I was just lost in thought

Jaune: Sorry for intruding but you kind of look sad. We may not know each other for so long, but maybe I can help. Like having an outside perspective.

Willow though for a moment.

Willow: Very well, I tell you. But promise me that you will not share this to anyone.

Jaune: Arc's promise.

Willow: A what?

Jaune: Oh sorry, is kind of a family thing. We always promise on our family name everything that we consider important and we make sure to fulfill that promise no matter what.

Willow: Who came up with that?

Jaune: My Grandpa.

Willow: *Smiles* I see.

Jaune: Soooo what's going on?

Willow: *Gets sadden* You may not notice but my family is not the happiest. I marry a man that turns out that he never love me. He was only after my money. He fool me and treats my kids as pawns for his schemes. I already lost touch of 2 of my kids, Weiss and Winter, and I don't want to lose my son because of him. So I thought, what I can do for him? *looks at the Moon* I try giving him everything he wants, toys, sweets, and even treasures from all parts of the world. But he was always depress. *Looks at Jaune* But then you came and with a simple game of catch you made his day, and later at dinner he had so much fun with your stories. I realize that I... I was doing everything wrong. He didn't want expensive toys or eat candy until he burst. He just wanted someone to be with him. I look at that now, and I'm thankful you're here. But I'm worried what will happen once you leave.

Jaune: Why are you worried?

Willow: Because when you leave he will be alone again.

Jaune: He won't be alone… *Grabs her hand* ...he has you.

Willow: *Looks at him* But I have not been a good mother.

Jaune: True, but that doesn't mean you can't try to be one. Willow, I don't know the magnitude of your problem. But what I can tell you is that it is not too late. It never is. You can change the course of your life. I'll be honest, it won't be easy, but when you get over it, you'll be glad you did.

These words, although they were simple, were what she needed to hear. She was always afraid of doing something to the respect, the fear of losing her legacy, the fear of being alone, but this is not only about her, it is about her family.

Willow: *Gets closer* Jaune, I...

*Bam!*

The kitchen door burst open. The two turn to see a man wearing a white suit. His hair and mustache were the same color and he had fair skin. Jaune doesn't know who he is, but Willow does.

Jacques: So here you were. Who is that guy? One of your lovers?

Jaune: *Angry* Excuse me!

Willow stops him and smiles warmly at him.

Willow: This is Jaune Arc, one of our children's friends. He was playing with Whitley all day today so I let him stay tonight.

Jacques: Whatever you say.

The man leaves the kitchen. Leaving the two of them alone.

Jaune: Who was that guy?

Willow: My husband.

Jaune: Your Husband?! And why did he say those things?

Willow: Most likely, the negotiations did not go well for him. He always comes to pester me when that happens.

Jaune: I'm sorry.

Willow: It's not your fault. He has always been like that. But not anymore.

Jaune: *Scared* Don't tell me you're going to… *Makes the motion of cutting someone's throat*

Willow: *giggles* Oh no, I won't do that. I'm going to do something that I have been doing for a long time, and it's all thanks to you.

Jaune: But I didn't do anything.

Willow: Your words were enough. *She approaches him and kisses his cheek* Thanks so much and good night.

Flash back ends

Willow: The next day I talked to my lawyers. We already had a case ready so we just had to take action. My husband was kicked out of the house and he has no right to talk to me or my children without a lawyer and he can't come near us.

Sienna: Good for you

Salem: I would have killed him.

Fran: And what happened next?

Willow: To be honest, it was a bit stressful and Jaune noticed that. For that reason he stayed a few more days to help me. The time it took you to get here. He was a good support for me. I was going to express what I feel, but my future ex-husband didn't like that.

Salem: *A little angry* What did he do to my king?

Flash back

Willow and Jaune are sitting on the couch in the office that used to belong to her soon-to-be ex-husband.

Willow: Jaune, thank you for being with me in this difficult time in my life.

Jaune: Don't worry. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help the mother of my friends.

Willow: I'm just that to you? The mother of my daughters, your friends?

Jaune: Well, you are the mom of my friends. I don't know what else to say.

Willow: *Gets closer to him* How would you feel if I wanted to be something more to you?

Jaune: What do you mean?

Willow: *Gets even closer* You see, I want us to be more than just acquaintances.

Jaune: *Leans back* Like friends?

Willow: *Almost in top of him* Mora than that.

Jaune: *Laying on the couch* Best friends?

Willow: *On top of him* No, I want us to be-

*Kaboom!*

The window explodes into a thousand pieces and a group of three masked women appear. Willow and Jaune get up from the couch and turn to see the women.

Woman 1: Take the boy.

One of the women moved quickly towards Jaune and hit him, knocking him out.

Willow: Let him go!

Woman 3: *Points her gun at her* Ah ah ah, we just want the boy.

Willow freezes and the three women jump out of the window. Willow runs to see where they went but there was no sign of them.

Flash back ends

Willow: After that my husband spoke to me through a private number and told me that I will never see my boy toy again, referring to Jaune.

Sienna: That bastard!

Willow: But moments later I got a peculiar call.

Salem: Who called you?

Willow: It was the kidnappers. Apparently my husband paid them to kill Jaune but then they changed their minds and told me that for a certain amount they would return Jaune to me.

Fran: The plot thickens~

Willow: I accepted but I did it to be able to investigate them. I found out who they were and spoke to them again to meet and make the exchange. It was obviously a meet up to arrest them. But something unexpected happened.

Fran: *Excited* What happen?

Willow: They told me that they were going to keep him for themselves.

Salem: THAT?! WHO ARE THESE HARPES THAT WANT TO KEEP MY KING?!

Sienna and Fran are startled by Salem's reaction, but Willow remains calm. She drinks a little more tea and said…

Willow: The Happy Huntresses

Meanwhile

May: Are you sure it's a good idea for us to keep him here?

In a corner of the base, Jaune is tied to a chair while Fiona feeds him.

Fiona: Do you like it? I cook it myself.

Jaune: *Smiling* It's delicious. You could be a good wife in the future.

Fiona: *Blushing and looking away smiling* I'm not that good.

Jaune: But you are!

Robyn: Believe me May, he will be an important piece for our organization. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare my quarters for tonight.

May: What will happen tonight?

Robyn: It's none of your business.

May: Don't tell me you're going to take the boy to your room and-

Robyn: *Blushing* I said "It's none of your business."

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~SO...THIS IS LOVE~

(HANZO X YOU FEM!READER)

Part 4

Sorry the late, I was insecure with this chapter aa

Art by: @dexbonus

*Lisboa was being destroyed and massacred by Talon that came out of nowhere. The building that you and Hanzo were at, was starting to falling apart*

You- *gasp feeling the bulding move* Hanzo...! We gonna fall!

Hanzo- Hold on! *he yelled looking around and hiding from the shots* Jump! Jump to the other building behind us!

You- Hanzo! Come with me! Now!

Hanzo- JUST GO! I need to hold them!

You- You won't fucking hold that alone!

Reinhardt- HANZO! Y/N! GET OUT OF THERE! NOW! *He screamed down there while holding the shield against bombs* THE BUILDING IS FALLING!

You- HANZO! *You yelled again*

Hanzo- *Groans and go to you* Go! GO!

*When both come to the edge the building lost total balance and have a huge piece lost from the base making a huge impact, you fell and hold on the edge*

Hanzo- Y/n! Hold! *Stands his hand* Come on!

You- I can't! Hanzo! My rifle!

Hanzo- Fuck the rifle! Give me your hand! Please!

*You tried many times and finally get it, but the building started to fell back in direction to the building behind. With no time to jump, Hanzo pull you to him holding you tightly and both fell with the building making Ana terrified*

Ana- No! *She exclaimed behind Reinhardt shield* They fell! Reinhardt! We need to rescue them! Cover me!

Reinhardt- Wai...! *Ana starts to run* Ana! Wait! The shield won't take it for too long!

Ana- Hold position!

Jack- *runs to the falling building too* Ana! Watch out for Reinhardt! *Starts to digging by taking off the destructions*

Ana- Where is everyone?!

Jack- Fighting...! Everyone!

Phara- Mother! *Called from the sky* What happened?!

Ana- Hanzo and y/n crashed with the building! Call reinforcements! *Phara immediately flew away* Jack! We can't do this alone!

Jack- No one stay behind! No until I die!

Reinhardt- The shield is failing! Aargh!

Ana- *look at both sides not knowing what to do* Jack! Get out of there!

Jack- Wait! I GOT IT! *Immediately Ana go to help* I can see y/n!

Reinhardt- *The shield failed* ANA! *starts to fight*

Ana- Dammit! *Grab her dart with extra healing and grab a small bottle with blue liquid mixing up * Hold! I'm trying! *shake it and put on her bracelet launching against Reinhardt right on the neck*

Reinhardt- *screams and fall down but immediately starts to power up*

Ana- You're powered up! GET IN THERE!

Reinhardt- I'M FEELING INVINCIBLE!! *Explodes in glory and furious* AAAARGH HAHAHAHAA! FEEL THE CRUSADERS!!

Jack- *look at her suprised* What was that?

Ana- A little experiment. Now, help me!

*Jack and Ana pull you out that was unconscious*

Ana- Y/n! Look at me! You can hear me? Open you eyes, little girl...!

You- *slowly opens and cofs* Han...? Argh! My leg! Ana!

Ana- I need you to calm down, honey...*Grab another dart*

You- *Try to find Hanzo* Where is him?!

Ana- Jack is trying to find him... I need to take you out of here.

You- No no...! Hanzo saved me! I need...! *feels the pain* I need to see him...!

Ana- You'll but not now!

Angela- Ana! *Flew to both of you landing down going straight to you* Oh no, doesn't look good...

Ana- I need you to take care of her, Doctor. Take her out of here!

Angela- Yes! Baptiste is coming to help and also Tracer with Winston.

Ana- Perfect, thank you...! *A explosion close there* Reinhardt!

Reinhardt- I'M STILL IN BATTLE! HAHAHAAAA! *Passing trought crushing against the Talon agents*

Ana- Reinhardt, honey...! Don't overpower yourself! *worried* Get back in here!

Angela- Ana, I'm taking her...anything, call me.

*Ana nodded and Mercy flew away carrying you, it was easy, thanks to the valkyrie wings*

*A few minutes after, you finally opened your eyes feeling your whole body hurts, specially you left arma*

You- Mercy...?

Angela- Hi, I'm here, darling...*She appers holding some bandages* I just bandage your broken arm...we're safe in here.

You- I broke my arm...great.

Angela- You need to keep it unmoved, ok? *smiles and tap you head* Is gonna be ok, I'm Dra. Ziegler, I can make some little miracles *laughs*

You- Wait, what is happening out there? Where is everybody?

Angela- It seems that Talon came from the other side of the country. Captain Morrison said that actually they may have come from behind and strike from the front.

You- Dosen't make sense...wait...where is him?

Angela- Who? Hanzo? *she smiled* He's ok with Baptiste.

You- Is he bad as I'm?! He protect me! *tries to sit down* Ow ow ow!

Angela- Careful! *She holds you worried* Do not move...you very injure. Hanzo is pretty hurt, I'm not gonna lie to you, y/n, but he'll live.

You- Is he in dangerous...?

Angela- Well...*sighs* He broke a leg...feet...hurt his face...

You- Angela...! I need to see him!

Angela- He is in a treatment with Baptiste, sweety, he will be fine. Jean is amazing with those kind of situation, trust him.

You- Hanzo is gonna be so upset about his leg...*close your eyes and sighs*

Angela- He is a strong man, y/n, he'll be 100% well very soon.

*At the other side of the city in another medical center*

Baptiste - Hold on, Hanzo...! Let me bandage your eye, friend! Sit down! Your leg is broken! *Desperately trying to pull him back to the treatment room*

Hanzo- I need to see her...! My wounds will heal!

Baptiste- Well, if you die it won't heal...! Now, come back! She's alright! Better than you, I suppose...

Hanzo- My leg...! *He list balance and before fell, Baptiste hold him* Arg!

Baptiste- I know that love speaks louder...but listen to me, my friend, she's fine.

Hanzo- I don't know if I protect her enough...Does she broke something?

Baptiste- She. Is. Fine. Now come back...! You're heavy! Damn muscles...! *drag him back to the bed* There we go...! That was hard...you're such a stubborn, jezz...

Hanzo- *In agony* Da...mmit! Argh...!

Baptiste- Hurts, right? *laugh and suddenly look at him serious* So stay in bed. Also, you break a rib, you almost break a wrist, several cuts and...it could be worse. You and y/n fell in some position that didn't ki both of you. Fascinating. Oh, I forgot to tell...your eye. *walk to him doing the bandage* you hit your face and hurt very close to your left eye... a cut right on the eyelid.

Hanzo- I can feel it...*groans* the war, what is happening?

Baptiste- We're fighting well. Jack is doing a great job with the others. I believe that'll end soon.

*Hanzo sighs taking his hand to his face, he notice that he felt a little guilty in not protecting you very well*

Baptiste- You really like her, don't you? *smirk*

Hanzo- *sighs and gave him a little chuckle* Yes...I do. I do.

Baptiste- Never felt this way before? *checking his eye bandage*

Hanzo- No...Never thought about it, actually.

Baptiste- *chuckle* When you find your soulmate, you can never escape. *a explosion happens outside shaking the place* Oh damn...that was close.

Hanzo- *sighs* Soulmate? There's a soulmate for a man like me?

Baptiste- Hanzo, I killed a lot of civilians...a hurted people. I was a Talon agent. If I believe there's someone out there that I deserve? Yes...I do. Villains can turn good if they open their eyes *smiles* Open up, Hanzo.

Hanzo- I have my two eyes opened for a long time...

Baptiste- So open a third one.

Hanzo- Could that even being possible?

Baptiste- You're already doing it that *laughs* Genji always talked about how grumpy and serious you are, and now, we're meeting another side of you, man. Love is the most miracle healing that you could ever feel.

*Hanzo smiled and agreed with his head*

Hanzo- I changed a lot.

*Outside, in the middle of war~*

Reinhardt- Do it again! Do it again! Do it AGAIN!

Ana- I won't boost you again, Reinhardt!

Reinhardt- My lady...! You saw me smashing those Talon agents with my own hands! If we keep up like that, this is gonna end in a blink of a eye! HAHA!

Ana- Smash them with your own hands?! A blink of a eye?! And I'm healing you deep bullet wounds and cuts! You gonna die in a blink of a eye! *slap the back of his head and she back to the bandages* You silly big man...this is war, not a game.

Reinhardt- Aw come on, Ana *chuckles* You looove see me fighting~

Ana- Ooh shut up! *laughs*

Jack- Well, it seems that they retreated...*out of breath and full of blood in his clothes, Rein and Ana looked at him scared* What?

Reinhardt- Did you murder someone with a stone or what?

Ana- You're covered in blood, Jack...

Jack- Oh, this? *sighs* Helix rockets... But the guy were to close.

Reinhardt- Mein Gott...*cleans throat* Well! I'm good to go! *get up and Ana immediately and calmly pull him back*

Ana- No, you're not. By the way, any news from Hanzo and Y/n? I'm worried...

Jack- Well, all I know until now is that, Hanzo is kind worse than her, broke a leg. None of them are in dangerous.

Ana- Well, is a relief ... what a bad lucky for them *sighs*

Reinhardt- At least they're in this together *laughs* They'll have each other support.

Jack- Yeah, you're right. I'll bring some news and warn me if someone weird or deadly happen.

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