#she's just gonna hide a bit and kick Ivory's ass after that

[shokujin-art]

Congrats to Lyra for being a mother ~ ✨ Look at her smile, she looks full of joy.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol ivory wraith #ivory wraith #dol pc #they way it all went too fast sdlkfjkg #panicking about the mention of feeling something moving while I toggled off as much as I could #then forgot about the parasite Ivory gave to my first pc #she's just gonna hide a bit and kick Ivory's ass after that #already thanking Kylar for taking care of it when Lyra was forcefully away from home— #kylar the babysitter #myart

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

[that’s just what the cold really is]

Sometimes I wake up at one o’clock in the morning to drink some tea and write a briolet oneshot. 

Don’t ask why because I don’t know what this is either. 

Read on AO3

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Frost kisses the glass, starting from the wooden frame and spreading across the window. Violet stares past the ice, allowing her mind to clear itself, content to exist and be. How long has she sat there, cross-legged on her desk, watching the stillness of the night? Who knows. Long enough for her nose to become cold enough it stung to breathe through it.

Pressing a finger against the foggy glass, Violet glides it across to draw two eyes and a smile. Dumb and lopsided, she thinks, before smearing away one of the eyes. 

With a sigh, Violet climbs off the desk, stiff muscles wincing as her bare feet hit the hardwood floors, so cold it almost hurts to walk. 

Another sleepless night in the beginnings of winter, not an unusual occurrence these days. Not when thoughts of the undead and loved ones long lost haunt the most inner workings of her mind, and not when the cold irritates her eye to the point where she could just rub it better.  

If only she could put some pressure on it, warm it up enough to be uncomfortably comfortable, but the healing process for the loss of an eyeball is apparently a long and agonizing one. Possibly more so than the actual removal itself, though that’s debatable-- Violet doesn’t have nightmares about healing.

No, these days she still has nightmares about a cell much colder than her dorm, about disfigured faces holding her down as she struggles, spitting more curses than pleas. Lilly’s smug voice echoes in her ear from far away and a woman with a cold, dead stare hovers over her, knife in hand as she commands her to stay still.

Violet reaches her arm out to grab the bar belonging to the top bunk of her bed, the metal cold enough to burn her fingertips. She lets her hand drag along it as she makes her way closer to the door. She wouldn’t want to accidentally walk too close and stub her toe again. 

The hallway’s just as dark and still, and it occurs to her that it might be dangerous to walk around here barefoot. Sure, the school’s clearer than it’s ever been thanks to Ruby putting her foot down about everyone being a bunch of pigs, but that doesn’t mean Violet won’t step on a missed piece of glass or a tracked in rock. 

Does that scare her enough to turn around and head back into the forlorn darkness of her dorm to try and get some sleep? 

Violet makes it down the hall with ease, keeping a hand dragging along to wall to steady her. Not that she really needs to do that. It’s not like she’s completely blind. She still has one eye that’s as good as new, but having only one good eye makes for some poor depth perception most of the time. 

The outside chill cuts right through the thin material of her shirt, sinking down into her bones to bring involuntary tremors through her limbs. Rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm them,  she ventures into the yard, setting her sight on the stairs leading into the admin building. 

She doubts anyone will be in the music room tonight, though she is a little hopeful that Louis might be there. She’d enjoy a song or two tonight, she thinks. He could always was make her laugh, and perhaps that’s what she needed right now. 

Louis has his fair share of sleepless nights, and like her, he wanders out here to the music room. Work out frustrations by ‘tickling the ivories,’ as he puts it, or to comfort himself after a bad dream. Violet just hopes that if he’s here tonight that he’s alone. While she enjoys the company of both Louis and Clementine, the two of them being in there together at this time of night probably wouldn’t be the most innocent outing. Violet’s lone eye can only unsee so many things. 

“Jesus,” she curses. A particularly harsh gust of wind nearly knocks her down as she climbs the stairs. “Yeah, great, thanks for that.”

Well, if they are in there together, at least they aren’t freezing their asses off. 

Violet glares up at the sky, wrinkling her nose at the thought. 

Hell, even if they’re both back at the dorms, they’re still warmer together than Violet is out here by herself. Everyone who remains in their bed is warmer than her. Probably. 

Her face softens, gaze falling down to the steps beneath her. 

Maybe cold nights exist as a reason to drawer people closer to one another, to seek and feel the natural warmth only they could provide. Except what does that mean for those who are cold but lonely? Maybe that’s just what the cold really is, Violet thinks. 

Loneliness. Huh. 

Shit.

Maybe it’s her pride or the fact that she’s never felt weaker than she has the past six or so months after escaping the delta’s clutch, leaving her eye with them. Fronting that she’s tougher than she really is made her feel better, acting as though she’s content being alone or that she doesn’t need to rely on others for help even if she knows it’s bullshit.

Doing this always bit her in the ass on nights just like this one. 

It’s silent within the admin building, so it’s safe to conclude that Louis isn’t here. 

She’d never admit her disappointment aloud, but that doesn’t stop the feeling from tugging at her gut. She really hoped he’d be here, hoped they could talk for a while. For as loud and obnoxious as Louis could be, he could listen just as well, be just as quiet and sincere. It’s stupid now to think that she once thought him incapable of serious, deep conversation, not that she ever gave him much of a chance. Not that he gave her much of a chance, either. 

Just a couple of dumbasses, she thinks. Oh well.

Violet turns the corner to see the door to the music room wide open, inviting her in. Moonlight leaks in through the curtain slits, reflecting off the floor and the old piano. Strangely, it doesn’t feel as cold in here. At least, not as much as it is outside, or even in the hallway. 

She approaches the piano, contemplating if she should sit down. She has no idea how to play, nor does she have any desire to. Resting a hand on the worn-out wood, she curiously admires the inner workings of the piano with all its strings and doohickeys. 

Louis offered to teach her once, and she told him that piano music sucks. He never made another offer. 

“Vi?” 

Violet nearly jumps a foot in the air. 

Whipping around, she finds Brody curled up on the couch with a thin blanket over her leg and a mug in hand, wide eyes gazing up at her. 

“Shit, sorry,” Brody apologizes, setting her mug on the table beside the armrest. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Just didn’t think you saw me and I didn’t want to be, well, creepin’ over here without ya knowin.’” 

Violet presses a hand against her frantic heart, taking a deep breath and nodding. 

“No, yeah, definitely didn’t see you. Y’know,” she motions to the patch over her eye, “blind spot.” 

Brody seems to stiffen up, but gives an unsure nod, face falling as she glances down at her hands. She stretches out her legs, making like she’s going to stand but changes her mind. 

Violet frowns, silently scolding herself. 

“What’re you doin’ up?” Brody finally asks. 

Violet gives a halfhearted shrug. 

“Can’t sleep. Obviously.”

“Your eye?” 

“Among other things.”

Brody nods once more, and Violet can’t help but stare at her, even though Brody can probably feel it. Even from here, and with her vision impairment, Brody’s scare is harshly prominent against her more delicate features. Right above her brow, long and discolored now, fully healed. 

Violet almost scoffs aloud. Fucking Marlon. She hopes he’s freezing his ass off living down in the old train station now. After what he did to Brody, after finding out what he did to Minnie and Sophie, they kicked him out of Ericson. And even after everything with the raiders, after Marlon helped them escape the boat before it exploded, he’s still not welcome here. 

Well, more so Marlon decided it’d be in everyone’s best interest if he didn’t live at Ericson anymore, instead settling in the train station so that he was close enough if they ever needed him. Everyone agreed, even Louis. That was a surprise, but he agreed that Marlon being here with them wouldn’t work anymore, and maybe knowing where Marlon was and that he was safe helped Louis be content with the decision. 

Violet’s just glad she doesn’t have to see him every day, and that he’s far away from Brody, but even gone he’s left marks all over this school... all over Brody’s face. 

“What about you?” Violet asks to break the awkward pause. “Can’t sleep either?”

“Nah,” Brody finally looks at her, tucking a wild strand of hair behind her ear. Bedhead, Violet thinks. Funny. “Tossin’ and turnin’ don’t suit me. If I’m gonna be awake, I might as well be outta bed and doin’ something.” 

“Something like sitting in the dark like a weirdo?”

That gets a small smile from Brody. 

“Yeah, somethin’ like that,” she says. “Just wanted some tea and a change of scenery. Wasn’t expecting company...” she trails off, but keeps her gaze on Violet as she quietly adds, “but it’s a welcome surprise.”

Violet almost smiles despite herself, having to bite the inside of her cheek. 

Ever since they lost the twins, things have been rocky with Brody. After Clementine and AJ showed up, Violet felt for the first time in a so long that her friendship with Brody was salvageable, that maybe they could be close again. Clementine forced her to see what was really bothering her about Brody and why things were so shitty between them, and Violet found herself wanting to fix it. 

Then the truth Marlon and Brody were hiding from them came out, and Violet was beyond pissed. Even with Brody lying in bed, bandages wrapped around her head and her skin sticky and pale, Violet hated her. 

Yeah, hated her. Hated her for lying to her face for over a year, for keeping that secret to hide her and Marlon’s guilt, for trying to grow close with her knowing what she had done. 

Violet never fathomed that she’d ever forgive Brody, but then Brody healed and could explain everything. 

Then the raiders attacked, and she and Brody were taken away, forced to share a cell on the raider’s boat. When Violet failed to cooperate, and they... well, Brody was the one to hold her, sob into her shoulder from within that cell.  

Suddenly, a lot of things didn’t seem to matter anymore. 

“You want some tea?” Brody offers, holding up her own mug. “It’s minty.”

“No, no...” Violet shakes her head, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. 

“It’ll warm ya up. Can see ya shakin’ from over here.”

“Maybe I like the cold.”

“No one likes the cold.”

“Maybe I do.”

Brody rolls her eyes, throwing the blanket off and standing. Over by the fireplace, she lights a match to ignite her makeshift warmer to boil more water. 

Violet abandons the piano, finding a place on the opposite side of the couch as Brody wanders about the room, humming to herself. She comes back with another blanket, this one heavier. Violet accepts gratefully, covering her body up to her chin.

Brody hands her to streaming mug, the scent of warm mint clearing her senses. Violet can’t help but groan after taking a sip, the heat spreading through her body. 

“Good?”

“It’s okay,” Violet lies. ”I guess.”

Brody smiles. Violet wonders how close she’ll sit now that she’s here, but Brody doesn’t move to do so. Instead, she grabs one of the candles off the piano, flicking a match to light it. Violet raises a brow up at her, which Brody meets with a playful shrug. 

“it’s cold,” she says simply, setting the candle down on the small round table. 

Violet can’t help it. She laughs. That makes Brody smile. 

Her laughter dies when the couch dips with Brody’s weight beside her. 

“C’mon,” Brody grins, tugging at the comforter. “Don’t be a hog.”

Violet doesn’t bother putting up a fight, lifting the blanket to let Brody scoot closer. Shoulder to shoulder, they get comfortable. 

“Y’know what I miss?” Brody asks. 

“Summer?”

“No-- well, actually yes, I do miss summer, but that’s not what I was gonna say,” she brings her long legs us, tucking them beneath her. This makes her lean more into Violet and it takes all her concentration to not spill hot tea over her hands. “I was thinkin’ that I miss jerky.”

“Jerky?”

“Yeah. I used to go on these trips once a year with my dad to see my grandpa. Was always just to two of us, and we’d be on the road for hours, but we’d stop at this gas station-- the same one every time, and he’d get us these long sticks of spicy jerky that you could barely chew without feelin’ like ya were gonna break a tooth.”

“Gross,” Violet wrinkles her nose. “Ever break a tooth?”

“Nah, not really. Sure made my jaw sore by the time I was finished, though. Take ya about an hour to get through the whole thing properly. But Daddy said that was the point. Ya gotta chew it long enough to get all the flavor outta it, otherwise, it’s just a waste.” 

“He couldn’t’ve brought you a hotdog or something?”

“You ever have a hotdog from a gas stop?” Brody makes a gagging noise. “Wouldn’t be surprised if those things were made of roadkill off the highway.” 

“How’s that any different than what we eat now?” Violet asks, teasing. “It’s just in stew form instead.”

“I’ll tell him you compared his famous stew to flea-bitten roadkill.” 

“Do it,” Violet challenges with a smirk, setting her tea aside. “I can take him.”

Brody snorts out a laugh, hand flying up to cover her mouth to muffle the outburst, managing an, “Oh god,” out. 

Once Brody gets a hold of herself, Violet says, “Never had jerky like that. Though I didn’t go on many road trips.” 

“We could go on one,” Brody suggests lightly, nudging her. “Get away from here, go find a beach somewhere and sit in the sun.”

“Only if I get to drive.” 

Brody, a soft smile tugging at her lips, wraps an arm around Violet’s shoulders to pull her close, gently rubbing more heat into her arm.

Despite the heaviness in Violet’s stomach, it flutters at the feeling of her body pressed against Brody’s. She hesitates, but eventually leans into the warmth of her side, resting her head in the crook of Brody’s neck while slipping her arms around her waist. 

“Can’t tell anyone we’re goin,’ though,” Brody mumbles. “I’m not spending days in a car with Louis and his singalongs.”

“Twenty-five bottles of beers on the wall, twenty-five bottles of beer-”

“Oh god.”

“-take one down--”

“No!”

“-pass it around-”

Brody’s hand presses over Violet’s mouth to silence her, all while the both of them laugh together. For the first time that night, Violet doesn’t feel a single chill prick at her skin. She pulls Brody’s hand from her face, holding it in her own. When Brody doesn’t pull away, she takes a risk in lacing their fingers together. 

Brody squeezes her hand back in approval. 

The laughter dies down. Brody pulls the blanket closer over them, and together they sit for a while. 

Just as Violet’s eye begins to droop shut, the fatigue finally hitting her, Brody’s lips press against her forehead. Violet thinks to turn her head up to kiss Brody back, really kiss her, but doesn’t. 

Too tired, too comfortable, too warm. 

Violet allows sleep to take her. 

#twdg briolet #twdg violet #twdg brody #twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg aj #twdg omar #twdg marlon #twdg clouis #literally woke up around 1 in the morning and was like #'hey imma write a briolet fic' #and then i did #like a crazy person #finally finished and went to bed around 4 #again like a crazy person #so there ya have it #twdg fanfic #twdg fanfiction #briolet twdg #violet twdg #brody twdg

[sparkie96]

for the out of context nsfw starters (if you're doing them), danteleon "I’d love to get you on your back.” or "I’m super flexible.” / “I have a lot of stamina.” also thank you in advance, i really appreciate it. the danteleon fandom is so small, so thank you for contributing to it!!!!!!

Dante was in awe as he watched his boyfriend twist himself into what should have been impossible positions as he sat in the “lounge area” of Devil May Cry. It was a Saturday and Dante had decided to close the shop to spend time with Leon, but sadly, Morrison had contacted him about a potential client and advised Dante to stay open until said client had gotten back to them. 

So, Leon decided to come over and spend time with Dante anyway. 

Dante sat on the couch, pretending to be into his magazine, but he had zero interest in the half-naked models printed on the colorful pages. Oh no, why would he when he had an apparently very flexible agent doing yoga right in front of him? Leon had been twisting and contorting himself into all types of odd positions, but Dante wasn’t gonna complain.

He looked up over the pages of the magazine, eyes widening in surprise as he watched Leon bend over get down on all fours before pushing his ass high into the air. Leon’s eyes were closed, so he didn’t notice Dante clearly staring at the magnificent ass. 

After a couple of seconds, Leon slowly slid his feet out from under himself, getting into a position that was similar to that of a push-up, but lying his feet and legs flat-out on the floor. His upper half was pushed upright, Leon bending backward and stretching. Dante could hear several joints popping and bones cracking, but not in a bad way. A sigh left the younger at one particular pop of something, Leon then taking in a deep breath through his nose before releasing it through his mouth. 

Dante kind of wanted to question it all, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so, for fear of interrupting the admittingly enticing free show. 

Once that pose was done, Leon merely sat there, taking a sip of his water bottle while also glancing backward at Dante, who ducked back behind his magazine. The brunette chuckled, setting his bottle aside. He knew Dante was watching him, he could see him out of the corner of his eye every time he did a different pose. And he may or may not have been purposely pushing his ass a bit higher than necessary. Or purposely didn’t tuck his shirt into his work-out pants, so when it rode up or fell, Dante got a nice peek of some skin, knowing that the elder was watching with hungry blues. The devil hunter would alway hurry up and look away or hide behind his magazine before Leon could catch him in the act. 

Okay, so Leon was getting a bit of a free show in the form of a usually cool as a cucumber Dante watching him with a cute rosy blush. 

Dante watched with fascinated blues as Leon set his head down on the mat, his hands on either side of his head before kicking up his legs. Dante was utterly in awe as he watched Leon hold his legs up in the air, toes pointed and just...holding that position for what felt like a while. The loose white t-shirt he wore fell, showing off the younger man’s stomach and chest. Muscles flexed and tightened up under tanned skin as Leon concentrated on not falling over, hands moving so that they were in front of him slightly. 

When Leon bent his legs backward so that his whole body was arched, then Dante finally spoke up, “Alright, how the hell are you doing this?” he asked, setting down his magazine on the side table before sitting up. 

Leon chuckled, bending backward so that his feet were on the floor behind him before pulling himself up to an upright position, “Practice. I can be very flexible.” 

“I noticed.” Dante said with a blush, “But how are you so damn flexible?” 

“I have to be.” Leon simply said, “That, and all the stress of the job was getting to me...so I had to find an outlet because drinking was starting to fuck with my sleep schedule.” 

Dante nodded, getting up and going over to where Leon was working out as Leon got on to his hands again, but this time, without his head on the mat. The feet kicked up into the leaning tower of legs, but then Leon managed to do a split with his legs in the air, facing away from Dante. 

‘So, yoga then, huh?” Dante asked, standing just within reach, bending over slightly so he could still see Leon’s face, “What do you get out of twisting yourself into a pretzel?” 

Dante made a choked off sound as long, lean legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in close. Dante steadied himself and planted his feet, Leon hugging him tightly between his legs before lifting his upper half upward, wrapping his arms around Dante’s neck when he was within reach. Dante’s hands held Leon under his thighs, holding him while Leon held on to him. 

Leon leaned in and kissed Dante’s nose, chuckled and then hummed as he tried to recall the benefits of Yoga, “Well...it helps with relaxation and stress...and my back doesn’t hurt as much anymore, contrary to the twisting and all that. My sleep schedule isn’t as messed up as it used to be.” He then leaned in, mouth right next to Dante’s own, feeling the tent in the taller man’s leather pants, “It also helps with sex and stamina...at least, that’s what I’ve been told.” 

Dante hummed in reply, hands moving to gently squeeze Leon’s ass, “Does it now?” 

“Uh, huh.” Leon chuckled, “Is that Ebony or Ivory in your pocket? Or are you just happy to see me?” 

The agent gently ground his own clothed crotch against the front of Dante’s pants, Dante grinding back, “Now, babe, you know I don’t keep the girls in my pants. That spot is just for you.” 

“Such a romantic.” Leon chuckled, leaning in and meeting Dante for a deep kiss. 

Dante pulled away, looking back at the clock on the wall. It was still a bit before twelve, and Hell only knew what time Morrison would waltz his ass in here with the client. Dante turned back to Leon, asking the agent where he would like to test out this theory of his. Leon smiled, suggesting that they go upstairs. 

“Don’t want anyone walking in and seeing something they don’t want to see.” Leon said, hugging Dante as the man carried him upstairs. 

“Got that right.” Dante laughed, “Lady charged me for “Indecent Exposure” because you and I traumatized her.” 

Now it was Leon’s turn to laugh, “And here I thought she would have charged you for not being invited.” 

“She would if she could.” 

“Because she charges you for everything?” 

“Because she charges me for everything.” Dante said in confirmation, kicking the bedroom door shut behind them. 

(Also on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23894830)

#danteleon #DantexLeon #LeonxDante #Dante Sparda #Leon S. Kennedy #DMCV #Resident Evil Vendetta #send me asks #requests #late Sinday #Late Moanday

[nightwingshero]

Hold Me Down

I got this idea when listening to Halsey!!! I’m super in love with it! Wren a trained thief and ex-assassin? Check. Lawyer John who has a major role in the mafia family? Check. Blackmail? Check. Rival family? Check. Enemies to lovers? Check...wait-- Arranged marriage that eventually turns into something else because of course it would? well, yeah I guess, but--Yay! I made a thing! 

I laugh, charming and light to the older gentleman, but I know it’s hollow and fake. I take a sip of champagne as my grip on his elbow tightens just a tad, testing as I watch from the corner of my eye. His face is red, flushed as he jokes with another attorney from a separate firm. I lightly tap my black manicured nail against the glass as I take in the setting. Normally, I wouldn’t have thought to work a charity gala, but this was too much of an opportunity to pass up, especially with the hypocrites that hosted and attended.

Greedy, horrible people that had more money than they deserved. The woman talking to the mayor was a financial advisor that embezzled thousands of dollars, the mayor himself taking some and both sharing an ivory powder hobby some nights, and my current date had a temptation with women a little too young for him. I was worried that I was too old to pull this off and would’ve had to find another mark. But as I scanned the crowd, my plan slightly changed.

He pulled his arm from my hand to wrap it around my waist, pulling me closer as he laughed again. The black laced mermaid gown hugged my curves perfectly, and he had no problem with shamelessly exploring them. But a smile remained on my burgundy lips, convinced that robbing these people blind would make it far more worth it than if I broke his fingers.

“I met this little one at the gallery opening a couple days ago,” he slurred with a laugh as he squeezed my ass. I shift, transferring the champagne flute to my other hand before my well-manicured hand is placed on his chest. “Poor thing had no fucking clue what she was looking at.”

Wrong. I’ve known this man for a month, I’ve broken his schedule, his habits down to the minor detail. I knew he would be there, and men like this didn’t want a strong, smart woman. If he did, his wife would be here, not me. But that was fine, because her being out of town meant he would feel comfortable enough to take me home, and at this pace that I was keeping him on, he wouldn’t make it past the living room. His safe was in his office, behind a painting he changed out frequently. I just had to make sure to keep the booze coming.

His young companion threw his head back with a laugh. “Now, don’t fault the poor girl, Charles. You’re a bit old for her, don’t you think? Besides,” the man threw me a smirk with a dark glint in his eye. “I could teach her a thing or two.”

“Is that so?” Charles taunts, his own sneer crawling along his wrinkled face. “Word has it, you can’t keep a damn thing. This last case makes what? Seven that you’ve lost to John Seed this year, alone? He pretty much takes what he wants from you, Trey. No, if I was gonna hand this little thing to a younger and greater man, I would just escort her to him myself.”

The blonde male’s face reddens, but not from the alcohol. I hadn’t been in Atlanta very long, six months since I had moved from LA, constantly on the run. But I heard the last name Seed a few times since being here, and I had made the decision to steer clear the best I could. They were a very profound mafia family in the city, specializing mostly in gun dealings and embezzlement, and some drug trafficking. You didn’t fuck with that family. Or at least, that’s what I’ve heard.

“Yes, well, maybe you should shove the whore to his feet as a gift. It’s his party, after all.” Trey snapped before moving on to someone else and I freeze, my gaze falling frantically through the crowd as unease sets in, and I realized I wasn’t as prepared as I believed. I wasn’t exactly aware of who had thrown the event, too focused on my mark than anything else. It was my first big job since coming here and I had gotten tunnel vision. Rookie mistake. I didn’t even know what they looked like, and here I was, aiming to steal from their own guests. I’ve never felt so unprepared and stupid in my life.

Charles squeezes me again, bringing my attention to his drunken smile. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, I won’t let the big bad lawyer get yah.” He teases. “He might not always be a friend, but he’s respectful. He’ll wait until I’m done with you. Besides,” he kicked back the rest of his scotch, a drop running down from the corner of his mouth. “the little prince doesn’t attend these damn things anyway.”

“You’ll protect me?” I asked, batting my eyelashes at him, tilting my head to the side as I played the innocent card.

He chuckled. “Only for the night, darlin’. Just do what you’re here to do.” He slaps my ass once more, before he’s calling towards another friend. I quickly excuse myself for the restroom as an older woman eyes me with disapproval. Charles was anything but subtle, and it had taken every once of my patience to work this job.

My black strappy stilettos click hard against the glossy floor as I eye the crystal chandelier. This was probably the nicest thing I had or ever would attend. My eyes were a bit bigger than my stomach on this one, I knew. But it was ripe for the taking, hardly any competition whatsoever.  It was almost too good to be true and having found out that one of the biggest mob families was in charge of it made it so.

My dark hair fell in waves over my left shoulder, the side pinned back elegantly. An easy way to hide my face if I needed to, but gracefully showing enough skin to tempt any drunken man. Enough to distract. I slowed, my steps becoming a bit light with a sway as I placed my empty glass on a tray of a passing waiter. My eyes scan out again, stopping short as they catch bright blue ones.

They’re a mixture of light and dark, a curiosity there that, if I hadn’t been working a job, I would have indulged. His dark hair is slicked back, his beard well-trimmed. I swallow as I take in the tattoos that cover his hands. It’s odd to me, to see someone as covered in ink as he in a setting like this, but I suppose I was no different. I showed mine off without a thought, not a care in the world, because this wasn’t my world. I was a mere tourist, visiting and having a taste before I retreated back into the shadows like I never existed.

His eyes left me, responding to something his friend said, and I’m on the move again. I can’t afford eyes on me this evening, not for what I was about to do. I turn, fake a trip as I shoulder a man and we both reach to catch the other. I gasp in shock, making a show of horror on my face. The man is immediately concerned, and his handsome face is scanning mine. Such a shame.

“I’m so sorry!” I gushed, fear in my eyes. He smiles, and as he helps me back up, my hand slips into his pocket, pulling out a money clip as my other hand gripped his wrist near his watch. My fingers brush the clasp, and when he glances away, I slip the money past the slit of my dress and tucked it underneath my knife strap on my thigh. He turns back, both of my hands holding his as I smile wide and thank him for his help. He smiled back and went to turn away as I allowed my fingers to trail over his skin as I pulled his watch away from him.

It all happened within seconds, but it was like slow motion for me as it always was. My heart would pound as adrenaline burned in my veins. It was a thrill, the chance of getting caught and the chance of getting away with it. Dutch had always told me I was the best he’d ever seen, other than her. I was going to be her replacement, the next best thing. But I shoved the thoughts aside as I enter the hallway and make my way to the ladies’ room. It felt like a lifetime ago, and I needed it to stay that way.

I check to make sure I’m alone before I pull the cash out, giving it a quick count. There were a few hundred dollars, easy, from what I could see. A decent take, but probably the only one I would be able to do, even if I had my clutch. Which was definitely an option. I could convince Charles to leave early if I promised something sweet in return. Knock him out when we get there if it wasn’t drunk enough, and then crack his safe. Call it an early night. The start of a pounding in my head was awfully convincing.

I tuck the watch in my dress, wincing from the cold metal digging into my skin, and only partially grateful that my cleavage was able to hide it at all, discomfort aside. I needed to stop acting impulsively and get the hell out of there. I check my makeup, my smokey eye still in place and the lipstick not a bit smeared. I smile, doing what I can to hype myself up to go back out there. I could do this, I needed to do this. So, I walk confidently back into the dimly lit hallway, prepared to throw my plan into motion.

“I hope you’re alright, dear. That was a nasty spill you almost had out there.” A honey voice called, making me jump and turn. The man in the navy-blue suit is leaning against the wall with his hands tucked in his pockets, his drink long gone.

“I’m fine.” I breath out with a smile, trying to not allow this to throw me. “Thank you.” I go to turn away, but he pushes himself off the wall and takes a few steps forward as he tilts his head, scratching his beard before he points to me.

“I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting.” He’s thoughtful for just a moment before a smirk graces his lips. “No, I think I would remember someone as stunning as you.”

I’m taken aback by his change in demeanor, hesitating as my mind races. My gut twists as I blush and smile at him. “You’re too sweet. I’m Sofie.” I offer my hand to him to shake and he eyes it for only a second before he grasps it.

His skin is warm, and his hand almost engulfs mine. My breath hitched only slightly as he placed a chaste kiss against my knuckles, his eyes not leaving mine. “Pleasure to meet you.” He lowers my hand, letting go, but it doesn’t stop his eyes from tracing the ink on my skin. “Beautifully done. You do it yourself?”

“No, I had it done in Oklahoma City.” I give him some truth, some sort of solidarity that helps assure that I’m honest and gives me the base line, foundation almost, that I desperately need. “A few years ago, actually.”

He hummed before his blue eyes find mine and I’m captured by them, the same light and dark that had been there before. “You’re here with Charles, aren’t you? Good lawyer, great taste in women, though he doesn’t normally go for the smart ones, much like yourself.”

I laugh this time, my shoulders relaxed as he flirted, and my confidence soared. “Oh? Is that so? And what makes you assume that I’m a smart one?”

“Well, it takes a smart woman to be able to pull off what you did.” His smile twists into something darker and my stomach drops. “Not anyone can steal right from under a man’s nose, Miss Marie. Especially men like the ones here this evening.”

I swallow, but my mouth is dry, and my smile is gone. He clicks his tongue disapproving before his arm goes around my waist, pulling me close as he turns me, and his hand squeezes a bit above my hip. We’re walking towards a side exit and I panic, pushing my body back against his arm as I shove away from him. I go to run, but his hand is around my upper arm in seconds, dragging me out into the Georgia night.

It’s dark as he shoves me forward, and I stumble before catching myself against a damp black car in the alleyway. I turn to him, venom on my tongue as he struts forward, fidgeting with his cufflinks. The pavement is wet from the rain, the air sticky from humidity, and I am furious at this man for touching me. He looks like the devil as his expensive shoes tap against the ground, and he’s the first to speak.

“It takes a brave soul to steal from me, darling.”

“Funny, I don’t recall my hand in your pocket.” I shot back; all pretenses gone. I knew I was had. He chuckles with a shake of his head.

“Those are my guests, so yes, you were stealing from me. I don’t appreciate people taking my things.” He’s getting closer and closer, stalking me like I was his prey. I sneer at him. “And for you to do so, I’m assuming you don’t know who I am. So, I’m going to show you.”

That’s when it dawns on me, just who exactly I have in front of me. I pale, stepping back until my back hits the car behind me. “I was told that you don’t attend your own events.” I rush out breathlessly.

“Do you usually believe everything everyone tells you? And here I took you for a professional.” He scoffed before stopping in front of me. “I mean, at least get it from a source you can rely on. One that you’re either paying for or they’re too terrified to tell you wrong.”

John Seed is fast and I’m rusty, I know that the second his hand is around my throat, the other pulling my leg over his hip as he slams me against the car. I can smell his cologne, expensive and spicy. But there’s a hint of sandalwood underneath and I try to focus on something else. He’s sneering, and I can see the anger there in his eyes as he smirks. I hate that he can feel my pulse, that he knows how hard my heart is pounding.

“He met you at a gallery, which tells me you’ve planned this for a while. You know his routine enough to catch him on the day he’s buying a new piece to replace the last one. Batted your eyes enough to get an invite here, a way in, and gave him a false name. We’re both smarter than that, aren’t we? But then what? You go home with him, fuck him, and take the money, hmm?”

“I have higher standards than that. He’d conveniently pass out before he could get his hand down his pants.” I snap, glaring vehemently at him. “But how do you know all this?”

He tisked again as he leaned in. “Because darling, it’s my money.” His hand moves up my leg and I bite my lip as his fingers graze the knife I have strapped there. “And it’s my fucking city. I know when a new player enters the game, it’s my job to know. You think I don’t have eyes everywhere? Especially when I’m financially invested? I loaned him that money, darling. He’s indebted to me. Those men following him around isn’t his damn security, they’re my men keeping tabs and making sure he doesn’t run. They tell me everything that goes on, so when a beautiful thing like yourself latches to someone like him? I get curious. So, yes sweetheart, you were going to steal from me. And you could have been left alone if you hadn’t overstepped. But greed does that to you.” He slips under the knife strap before pulling out the money clip I hid there. I pursed my lips as he tucked it in his jacket pocket and his hand returns, pulling out my knife this time. He hums as he examines it, the custom navy blade catching what little light was provided from the city.

“So, where’s the watch?” he asked before pressing the tip right above my panty line. I try to move away from him, but there’s nowhere to go. “Here?” I clenched my teeth, refusing to answer. “No?” His eyes narrowed as he trailed the knife up my body slowly before stopping just under my chest, the point pressing harshly against the bottom of my breast. His eyes briefly glance down with a tick of his brow, and I swallow, desperate to keep the blush from appearing as his eyes returned. “How about here?” I sigh out, glancing away from his piercing gazing and he laughs. “Figures. Not very original, are we? Disappointing. Won’t you be a dear? My hands are rather full at the moment.”

I thought my teeth would crack at the force of my clenched jaw. I moved my arm quickly, and he pressed the knife a little harder against me, a quick squeeze of my throat for a warning. I froze before slowly moving my hand once more. His thumb pressed against my jawline, moving my head so I could meet his eyes. It is humiliating, but I would take it over death, assuming that he would even let me live after all this. I pull out the watch and let it dangle on my finger, taunting him in return.

He grabs it, quickly pocketing it, but the knife doesn’t move. He leans in, his breath fanning my face as he spoke, his hand finding my throat again. “Considering this evening, I’m in a charitable mood, so I will give you a warning. Listen closely, because I do not repeat myself and I don’t offer this kindness to many.” I swallow as he towers over me, his body pressing against mine and the only thing between us was my own knife digging into my skin. I bite my lip to keep myself from saying something that would test the kindness he was bestowing upon me. “You will never do this again, not under my house or with any of my guests. The Seed family is off limits to you, and if I catch you doing that again, I won’t hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” I mumbled. With one last squeeze, he let go of my throat and took a step away. He makes a show of tossing the knife to the side, the metal clattering against rock is harsh against the silence.

“I can tell you aren’t from around here, so please, consider this your welcoming gift from the Seed family. Enjoy Atlanta, darling.”

 I’m calm on the outside as I ascend the stairs, but a hurricane on the inside. I keep it in check as my heels click against the shitty staircase of the apartment building. I frown once I reach my level, making my way down the hall as I eye the young blonde sitting outside her apartment on the floor. Skylar Khors was a good kid, still in school and working full time to support her and her boyfriend. We talked here and there, being neighbors, but I tried my best not to get attached. It was hard though, because I heard them arguing most nights, making my heart twist in empathy. I didn’t have time to be neighborly tonight, though, as my hand shook to unlock my door.

“God dammit!” I shrieked, slamming the door behind me before removing and throwing my heels to the ground. My back hits the wall as my palms press against my eyes, the only defense to the tears that are gathering. I’m shaking, from anger and humiliation, and I want nothing more than to go back to claw his smug face off. My mind is racing, trying to rationalize the fact that I just lost out on a huge job that would have set me for the next year. To an egotistical shady lawyer that definitely had a hand in the fucking mob. The image of him throwing me out makes my blood boil even hotter. The way he had touched and man-handled me, using my own knife against me before throwing it—

“Wren?” Skylar called with a knock on my apartment door. “Everything alright?”

I smile wistfully with a scoff. “It’s all good, go back to bed. Just had a long night.” I pushed off the wall and unzipped my dress as I go. I don’t know if Skylar was still at my door or not, but I didn’t care. I needed time to reevaluate my next move. I needed something to pull through for me. LA was too hot, New York was a festering pit. I heard Atlanta was a good place to score, but nobody warned me of the fucking monopoly over it. I was just going to have to get creative.

#wren blake #john seed #lawyer john #mafia au #far cry 5 #my ocs #my writing #fc5 ocs

[angelicichor]

I’m scared

Summary: Susie notices something is bothering you and gets worried.

Words: 2000+

The Entity’s campfire roared and everybody’s heads rose in anticipation. The trial was going strong for the last 20 minutes, but there was only one person left still fighting, Frank making quick work of all the others. 

People noticed that the killer was more agitated than usually this time, so with only you being left, there was all reason to worry. After all, you were still fairly new to the competition, didn’t know all the tricks, not like the others did.

So one could only imagine the visage of shock painting their faces when you fell down from the sky onto a bush, bleeding all over and groaning in pain, but victorious.

Claudette was the first to approach you, rushing in with a med-kit to patch you up, a wide, worried smile on her face.  “(Y/N)! Are you alright? What happened?” she questioned, helping you off the greenery. It wasn’t the best landing place, but at least The Entity didn’t throw you out onto a tree like it did to Jake once (and David... AND MEG). “Yeah, yeah thank you, Claudette.” you spoke, voice shaking slightly, groaning once your feet touched the ground, pain running through your legs. “I managed to, ugh, stab Frank right as he was passing the hatch and just jumped right down.” Both of you huffed a laughter and Claudette let Bill help you slug your way towards the campfire, setting you down a log.

Your legs were in a tragic condition, marked by a flurry of cuts and stabs, the most worrying being one in your calf, bleeding profusely, this one was the first on list of things Claudette needed to patch up, next was the deep stab in your shoulder that kept you from turning your head when something crunched in the forest, a twig, most likely, but that meant something was coming from the forest and there ain’t no animals in The Entity’s thicket.

With Bill’s groan you knew it was definitely one of the Killers, it was rare for any of them to visit, but it happened ever so often, especially with Evan coming to see Meg and occasionally Michael peering from behind the trees to stalk his sister or somebody who pissed him off during a trial, but managed to escape. The eldritch being in the sky always made sure that nobody would get hurt outside of trails though and killers could only enter survivor territory if given permission by at least one person.

You saw Claudette rise an eyebrow and smile, waving towards the forest and calling the travelers to make themselves at home, then going back to bandaging your already stitched calf. She was swift and precise and with the help of correct tools getting rid of a nasty wound was almost too easy, especially since The Entity didn’t really understand how certain things worked in detail, so morphine would just get rid of the pain with no side effects and antiseptics not only disinfected wounds, but also washed blood off of anything it touched. Nobody dared question this.

Sure enough you heard Meg giggle and in the corner of your eye you saw Evan lifting her in his arm, giving her a warm hug, those two were absolutely adorable.

“Woah, Frankie gotcha good, huh?” You jumped in place, Claudette groaning as you messed up one of the stitches on your shoulder, but there was no helping it with Susie suddenly appearing above you, bent over, her pink hair hanging down and tickling your cheeks.  “Susie!” she giggled, hearing both anger and happiness in your voice, her masked face hiding her smile, hooded head tilting to the side slightly. “Ya pissed him of or something, babe?” She laughed and rose to walk next to you, not noticing the hint of nervousness in your slightly amused reaction. “Yeah... maybe.” your voice in naught but a whisper, as you shudder in recollection of what happened in the trail, the blood, the laughter, your shaking breath, and that mocking mask. That damned mask.

Susie sat next to you, reaching up to the white oval leather covering her face, taking it off with a happy huff before turning to you. Of all of The Legion she was the most willing to part with her ‘self’, just so your eyes could meet, so you could adore her soft, pink cheeks, her big, goofy smile, the gray of her irises and the colorful braces on her teeth, her hair falling onto her visage in a pink mess. You always adored looking at her, she was the most adorable thing in existence (though she insisted that was you or Bubba, that precious bastard), yet her joyfulness fell quickly, noticing that there was something else claiming your gaze, other than her.

And she traced it back to the mask in her hands, dread slowly crawling up both your spines, her soft, scarred hand reaching out towards your face, inching you up to look at her, anxiety in her heart.  “Sweetie? What’s wrong? Frank did something bad... worse than usual?” She corrected herself, earning a fainting grin and a short chuckle. Her thumbs petted your jaw line softly, her brows furrowing as it dawned on her that you were sad or rather there was something off. “Are you angry at me?” she asked and your eyes shot up to hers, already filling with tears.  “Oh no, no, no, no! Su! Never” you fretted over her, wiping the wet saltiness away from her precious cheeks, squishing her slightly. “Not at you, cutie pie. It’s just...” you stopped, letting a shaky breath escape your lungs. “I... I’m scared, Susie.”  She blinked at your words, processing them slowly. “Of... the mask?” she remembered you starring and lifted the dirty thing, inspecting it with worry. “No, the mask is fine, yours at least, it’s quite adorable, actually.” you laughed, your hand reaching to her forearm and pressing her gently to put the thing down. “Then... The Legion?” another guess from her that you shook your head at, making her pout in confusion. “If the big guys are bullying you I oughta!!” she flared up and you laughed, hugging her tightly. Her excitement was obvious as she hugged you back, making sure to squeeze the air out of you and let you feel how much she loved you. Finally she let you go and her hand landed in yours, held in place with a light, anxious squeeze.

“I’m scared of Frank, babe.” her shoulders dropped and you spoke up before she could. “I know he’s your family, Susie, but... But he hates me.”

Her whole body shakes and you can read the panic in her eyes, fighting between keeping you close and running away in anger, unable to handle someone saying bad stuff about her ‘brother’, but she loved you enough to listen.  “I know he likes hunting us, but every time he sees me he just... Goes feral! The match prior to this one he’s been chasing me for 10 solid minutes, before David knocked him out with a pallet and threw himself before me when I was about to be cut again, four times at that, but Frank just... Ignored him!” You huffed and Susie blinked a few times in confusion, letting you continue. "The other time he threw an Ivory Mori as an offering and I knew he wanted to use it on me, but Feng found a key and let us out the hatch...But today was just... “

You stopped, feeling Susie pulling you closer to her and laying her head on your shoulder, nodding for you to continue. “I think he burned an ebony... Everybody died so quickly and I was alone and he was just... He was laughing whenever he hit me and not in that creepy way he always does, but more like an actual, sadistic laughter, Su. Every time he hit me it was in a way that wouldn’t put me down, so I had to keep running and I had no idea what to do, nobody was with me and he was just... always there, behind me. Then I tripped and he picked me up, saying something about making me pay and I... I escaped but... What the hell, Susie?!” tears rolled down your cheeks and this time she was there to catch them, pulling you into a tight, warm embrace, shushing you and kissing your hair as you cried in panic. You were so smart and cunning that many killers often forgot you were new to this whole mess, Susie happened to be one of them. Seeing you cry made her own chest swell with sadness and rage. “It’s okay, babe, it’s fine.” She cooed, nuzzling against your (h/c) hair. “Listen, I’ll talk to Frank, okay? I will... I don’t know what I will, but if he has something against you or US I’m gonna kick his ass, alright?” she pulled away, giving you a big, fat kiss on your red cheeks, once again banishing tears from your face, you were too angelic to cry like this. “I’m going to make him piss his pants, (y/n)” she promised and the spark of sinister determination in her gray eyes let you know that she meant it.

You laughed, the sweet sound making your girlfriend swell with love and pride, pulling you in for a frenzy of kisses, making you a blushing mess and leading to Nea gagging in disgust at your unashamed displayed of affection. 

Soon after, unfortunately, the fire place roared again and you were both unpleasantly shocked to see the black tendrils crawl onto Susie’s body.  “Aww, sorry, (y/n), Momma says I gotta go to work. See ya, pumpkin pie” she pouted and you nodded, letting her go with a joyful chuckle, wishing her good luck. Jake, David, Nea and Quentin were pulled in with her, leaving the camp a bit emptier.  “Good luck...”

It felt like two days before The Entity called your name again, ordering you to join the fray. Seeing the orange lights and pumpkins scattered around Lampkin Lane made you groan slightly. Myers was a nightmare to face, everybody could agree on that. You never knew if he’d be a good boy and sacrifice people or if he’d just grab you and stab your guts out. It was almost like there were two of them and they just... looked identical.

Yet as the familiar heart beat rang in your head and you saw the killer, you stopped. The white hood, leather jacked and lanky frame let you know that this ain’t Mikey, but Frank, already chasing poor Laurie. He slashed her once, laughing at her wince, before turning to find another victim and... stopping. 

You both stood there, looking at each other, his fingers fidgeting around the handle of his hunting knife, obviously nervous.  “Uh... Hi?” your voice made him stir and with a groan he made his way to you, but he wasn’t running, he was just... walking and you fought the urge to run, seeing determination in his movements. “You... You okay, Frank?” “Shaddap, will ya?” he growled, taking your arm and pulling it up slightly. “Ya made Susie angry at me, do ya know how scary she is when she gets angry?! A goddamned nightmare, lemme tell ya.” He hissed and ran his knife against your forearm, only hard enough to cut your sweater. Your brow rose at that in utter confusion. “Here, so Boss doesn’t think I didn’t hunt ya or whatever, now get fucking lost...I got people to kill.” with a growl he turned around, looking for another heartbeat and stopping for a second more. “If ya ain’t good to Su I’ll make your trails a livin’ hell.” was the last thing he said before running off to stab some unfortunate soul, leaving you scared, confused and so, so damn proud of your wonderful girlfriend.

The next time around you were the one to find the Killer’s grounds, Amanda leading you to your darling girl and the second your eyes met, she was being smothered by your hugs and kisses. What a wonderful girl. A precious angel.

#Susie #Susie (the legion) #The legion #The legion x reader #susie (the legion) x reader #killer x reader #dead by daylight #dbd #dbd fanfic #gender neutral reader #virgo writes #I love my girl ok #she's a precious #this is a mess but yay i wrote something longer #killer x survivor

[thepurplebutterflythings]

Damsel in Distress (Part 2) - Jason Todd

Gif: Dxnninja on Tenor

Word Count: 2.6K

Paring: Jason Todd (Titans) x (f)Reader

Summary: Y/N gets closer with Robin and Jason, not realising the connection between the two of them.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This is a little series I am doing about Jason Todd in Titans. I don’t know Comic!Jason very well so I’m taking all of this from the show, and at the moment he hasn’t been in very often, so please forgive any mischaracterizations.

 Damsel in Distress Part 1 | Masterlist | Damsel in Distress Part 3

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It was all against Jason’s better judgement, talking to Y/N about Friday. He didn’t want to give her any hint that it was himself who saved her that night, not only that but he didn’t want to upset her by reminding her or forcing her to relive that night, but every time he looked at Y/N all that was in his mind was when he held her in his arms to comfort her and how distressed she was – he just had to make sure everything was alright with her, and then he’d go back to normal he told himself. That seemingly all went out the window the moment he was within a metre of her. Suddenly Jason became overwhelmed and his heart jumped in his chest when looking at her.

“Hey,” he said quietly when he found her in the library. Her back was to him and her nose was buried in the textbook they were using for their assignment. Y/N sat upright at the sound of his voice and for a second he panicked, thinking she recognised it as the voice of Robin, but those concerns vanished when she turned around and gave him a small smile.

“Hey.”

“I saw the footage from Friday, about you being saved by Batman and Robin,” he said, “It’s viral, trending number one on Twitter.” He told her. The moment he said it, Jason felt like a complete idiot. Why wouldn’t she know that? It was about her.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you, Y/N.” He said. All Jason wanted to do in that moment was hug her and pull her close to him like he did as Robin, to tell her that he knew how upset and scared she was and that he would do anything to stop her feeling like that.

“It’s okay, Dad is making sure the guy never sees the outside world again,” Y/N told him.

“I would too if that was my kid.”

“And people are finally listening that those like Batman and Robin are actually needed in the world.”

“But it shouldn’t be at your expense,” Jason shook his head, “How are you?”

“I’m good.” Y/N nodded, “I was lucky that Robin was in the area.”

“No, Y/N,” Jason said, “How are you? I mean it.”

Y/N sighed and leaned back in her seat as she looked around. Had he pushed the line? Was she catching on to the fact that he was Robin? He should have listened to Bruce and kept his distance, but Jason was never one for listening to the rules. Anyway, Y/N was always someone he couldn’t help but look at, even if she never noticed. Jason always sat a few rows behind her in Physics to watch her. He glanced at her laughing with her friends. Heck, even the night of the party he stayed closer to that area hoping to catch a glance of her leaving with her friends, only to come across something else, something he wanted to kill a man for. Jason acted distant and offish around her at first because he was nervous, which he didn’t like, but Y/N was from the Y/L/N’s, what chance did he have with a girl like that? So he thought it better to cut his losses, yet that night he let his guard down a little and now he was hooked. Hearing her say how lucky she was with Robin being in the area made him shudder. What if he hadn’t been in the area? Jason thought after he watched her go into her building that night. He didn’t dare continue that thought as he knew he’d break into where that man was being held and finish the job that Y/N stopped him from.

“I feel like everyone, except my parents, keep asking me about Batman and Robin,” Y/N said, “and not about me, and how I am. Not in a vain way, but I just want one person to pause and say ‘I’m glad you’re okay, Y/N’, but not a single person outside of my family has said that to me.”

“Well, I hope you know I’m not just saying this, but…” Jason took the seat next to her. “I am so glad that you are okay.” He placed a hand on her upper arm and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, Jason,” Y/N smiled, placing her hand on top of his.

“If you wanna talk, about anything, don’t hesitate,” he offered.

“Okay, who are you and what have you done with the Jason Todd, I know?”

“You don’t know me, Ivory Tower,” Jason teased.

“And you don’t know me,” Y/N smiled back.

“I hope to change that.”

So much for going back to normal.

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It was near on a week from that Friday night and Y/N had spent that past week doing her work and listening to her parents on the phone saying their daughter would not be giving any interviews about the incident, and it was her right to reject them.

Y/N sat in the chair on her balcony connected to her bedroom and stared out over Gotham. For the first time in a week, Y/N had peace and quiet. Now that she was alone, Y/N found herself feeling drained and so tired, but she didn’t want to sleep, because when she woke up, she’d have to deal with the questions and phone calls again. So she stayed up. According to her phone, it was about half past one in the morning.

“Everything alright?” called a voice from above her. Y/N stood up and looked at her roof. Robin was crouching on the edge of the building’s roof with a grin.

“Hey,” Y/N said.

“Hey yourself, Damsel,” Robin sat on the edge now, leaning back on his hands, “now, are you gonna answer my question?” Y/N nodded, “everything alright?”

“It’s been weird.”

“Yeah, I saw the video,” Robin said. Y/N leaned against the railings of the balcony and looked up at Robin. “I am quite dashing in action, aren’t I?” He winked and Y/N started laughing with her head shaking in disbelief, “come on, you know I make girls swoon. You nearly crumbled to your knees that night.”

“Yeah, had nothing to do with the gun pressed against my back, it was all those grins you flashed,” Y/N teased, “nearly dropped my panties too.”

Robin burst out laughing and hopped down to the balcony, stepping towards Y/N. He was grinning the whole time. It was that charming, boyish grin that made Y/N blush and look to the ground. Why the hell was she acting like this? She couldn’t really be developing a crush on a guy whose real name she didn’t even know, could she? No. That would be stupid, ridiculous, totally crazy. Robin placed his hands either side of Y/N on the railings and looked her in the eye. Yep, she was getting a crush on Robin.

“Would you have invited me up under different circumstances?” He wasn’t invading her space, he wasn’t making her uncomfortable and he wasn’t propositioning her. It was just a guy asking a girl ‘if it wasn’t this if it was just me and just you, no secret identity, no crime, would you have liked me?’

“I think I would’ve,” Y/N nodded. Robin smiled and pulled back, taking the other chair on the balcony and gesturing for Y/N to do the same. Y/N sat down and pulled her legs to her chest, resting her cheek on her knees and looked at Robin.

“What?” He asked.

“Do you check in on all the girls you rescue?”

“Just you,” Robin admitted, “not everyone I rescue goes viral on Twitter.”

Y/N nodded and smiled tightly as she thought the reason Robin solely came to check on her regarding the aftermath of their encounter. It made her feel a little stupid. Here she was hoping Robin had just come by to see her, but that was a foolish notion really.

“Oh.”

“But I also wanted to see you.”

“Oh!”

“I enjoyed chatting with you,” Robin stated, “you’re interesting.”

Y/N blushed again and looked down to hide the redness of her cheeks, but Robin caught it and grinned widely. Robin thought she was interesting, Y/N couldn’t help but find herself smiling gleefully. Y/N looked back at Robin.

“You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled, “I heard that your family is taking the guy to court.”

“Dad doesn’t want any girl to get hurt.”

“I get that.”

“People are starting to listen a little bit more, about why you and Batman and others like you are needed… to an extent at least,” Y/N explained, “hopefully they won’t be harassing you that much.”

“Public has never been a problem,” Robin told her, “not to toot my own horn, but I know that people like me are kinda celebrities. The police though, that's a different thing altogether.”

“Is it bad?”

“They kick my ass every night,” Robin lowered the collar of his suit down to reveal a large bruise on his collarbone. Y/N leaned over to his seat and gently placed her fingers on the bruise. Robin winced a little at the contact.

“Sorry!”

“It’s alright, Damsel,” Robin assured her. Y/N then stroked the bruise carefully and Robin relaxed a little at her touch, almost sighing. “It’s not the worst I’ve gotten,” he said. Y/N then looked up at him.

“What is?”

“That’s more of a fourth date conversation, Damsel,” Robin chuckled, leaning back and putting his collar back up. Y/N smiled and fiddled with her fingers.

“So…” Y/N scratched just underneath her ear and cocked her head to the side, “you wanna see me again?”

“If you don’t object.”

“I’d really like that,” Y/N nodded.

Robin smiled and stood up. He just stared at Y/N for a moment, taking her all in. Y/N wasn’t wearing any makeup, but that didn’t bother her. When they first met, she had mascara streaks down her face. Her clothes were a pair of jogging bottoms, a deep navy blue and most likely her older brothers which got mixed up with hers in the wash based on how baggy and unflattering they were. Her top of just a long-sleeved top with horizontal stripes decorating it, grey and black stripes. She wore large white fluffy socks.

“I’d really like that too,” he said, “I gotta go, but I’ll come by again soon, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Y/N smiled and nodded. She watched as Robin climbed back up to her roof and then run and leap onto the next building. When she saw him jump, Y/N inadvertently let out a small yelp. Robin heard and turned round to give her a thumbs up, assuring her everything was alright, then he waved goodbye. Y/N waved back and watched him run off into the night.

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“Morning, Y/N,” Jason Todd plopped into the seat next to Y/N and smiled at her on the following Monday.

“Morning, Jason,” Y/N nodded in response.

Jason seemed to have grown fonder of Y/N and had been very nice to her, and Y/N in response had been a lot nicer back. They were friendly to each other and got along quite well. He came and spoke with her in the library and she would sit with him in classes now, and when not in the university building, the pair would be texting.

“Have you heard about the Gala for the Gotham City Police Department next month?”

“Yeah, I’m being forced into going.” Y/N said with a roll of the eye. She hated the Gala’s she had to attend, they were always stuffy and she had to wear horribly uncomfortable dresses, but she went anyway because it was part of her responsibility as a member of the Y/L/N family. “You?”

“Likewise,” Jason nodded, seeming just as despondent of the idea as Y/N did. “Maybe we can make the best of a less than appealing idea,” he offered.

“And do what?”

“I’m thinking we stand together, drink and then we bitch to each other about the people there. What’d you say?”

Y/N looked at Jason. He gave her a large grin and his eyes sparkled with the prospects about what could happen with them hanging at the Gala. Y/N started thinking too. She kinda liked the idea of hanging with Jason the whole night.

“Yeah. Sounds fun, or at least bearable.”

“Oh, you wound me, Da- Darling.” Jason chuckled, “I’m lovely company for a night. There are many who can vouch for me.”

“Are these P.G. evenings, Todd, or 18?”

“Mixture. But I never disappoint.”

“Oh my god!” Y/N laughed.

“You’ve got a nice laugh,” Jason told her, “I like hearing it.”

“Is that why you joke so much with me?”

“That,” he nodded, “and you have a good sense of humour. Why you hanging with me then?” He asked. Y/N frowned in confusion, “come on, I told you I like your humour, why’d you like being around me? Or am I a pity case for the Y/N Y/L/N?” He teased.

“You’re easy on the eyes,” Y/N grinned.

“Oh, so I’m not a pity case, just a nice piece of eye candy for you.”

“Exactly!” Y/N poked him with her pen, “I mean, you’re alright at talking too, I guess,” It was her turn to tease now and Jason laughed, throwing his head back before looking at her intensely.

“Let me know what colour dress your wearing and I’ll get a matching tie,” he told her.

“It’s a Gala, not a prom.”

“We’re going to be standing around and bitching about everyone – this is the closest thing to prom we’ll get at our age.”

“Wanna get me a corsage too?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

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Y/N knew Robin would be dropping by her building that night by the little gift he left on her balcony the night before. The night before every visit, Robin would place a red feather on her balcony as a calling card, so he wouldn’t be unexpected. Every time Robin visited, Y/N would get two cans of coke out from the fridge and a snack, tonight it was Oreos.

“How can you have Oreos without milk?” Robin asked as he opened his can.

“I just don’t like it with milk,” Y/N shrugged.

“I knew you were too good to be true, there had to be something wrong with you,” Robin sat down with a shaking head but still took one of the cookies.

“I don’t see you rejecting them though.”

“It’s free food from a pretty girl, I’m not stupid.”

“Pretty?”

“Drop dead gorgeous.”

“I just need to learn how to love Milk and Oreos, huh?”

“Then you’ll be the complete package,” Robin spoke with a mouth full of Oreos. There had been a question in Y/N’s mind since Robin first started visiting her, one which she had to ask.

“What does Batman say to you dropping in like this?” She asked. Robin became awkward and rigid, “come on, one of us had to bring it up eventually.”

“He doesn’t know,” Robin explained, “even vigilantes have nights off.”

“And this is what you do with yours?”

“Can’t think of anything better,” he shrugged, “food, drink, good company, conversation and an incredible view.”

Y/N nodded and looked over her balcony taking in the view. It was a view of all of Gotham, and from this viewpoint, you could trick yourself into thinking that there was no bad in Gotham, that it was a lovely safe city. But it wasn’t.

“It is a lovely view.”

“I’m not talking about the city,” Robin said. She heard him stand and place his can down, then Robin walked over, his chest against her back, placing his arms on the railing either side of her. “City is nothing compared to the view I’ve got,” he whispered in her ear. Y/N blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear. Robin then placed a kiss on her cheek before hugging her close to him. “This alright?”

“This is perfect,” Y/N sighed, leaning back into him.

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How They Met Part Four

A/n: Heyo! So I’m about to go to bed. Thought I’d give you lovely people something. Just A head’s up. I am starting to post this on my AO3 as well so if some don’t like tumblr, hit it on there. I’ve only got part one currently but I’ll fix that tonight. :) So as always.. Enjoy and let me know if you want a tag. 

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I didn’t expect it to happen as quickly as it did. I was on the road towards the city when I got a call on my phone. I had it plugged into my radio so I had to pull over and answer it. I didn’t have this number in my phone after all.

“Hello?”

“Skylar? I’m one of dave’s friends. He told me to call this number.” I relaxed a bit then.

“Oh. Cool. What up?”

“Have you been to the region border recently?”

“No… Why?”

“We heard a rumor that the barricade fell. Something about an immortal and some kid hunters.” I stopped then and soon smiled.

“That insane man…. Hang on!” I quickly got my bluetooth earpiece on and connected it. I turned around then gunning it.

“I know who they might be talking about! If it’s true then we seriously owe those city boys.”

���They were city boys!?”

“Yep.” I kept going and soon drove straight through it laughing.

“It’s legit!!”

“No way!”

“Yes way! I just drove through the damn thing!” I pulled over then before pulling a u turn and hitting the road again. The suspension on my jeep made it a lot less bumpy for sure. I drove right back through smiling.

“Tell dave and the others the way is clear.”

“Got it hon. Where you going to be?”

“I’m hitting the city. I’ve got some city boys to catch.”

“Got it hon. See you around.”

“You know it.” I hung up then and soon just took off for lestallum. I couldn’t wait to talk to them again about this.

Sadly they weren’t in lestallum. I found some friends of theirs who knew where the boys went. I took off after thanking them and just smiled. I had a feeling those boys would have found out about Wiz’s chocobo post at some point. I set off for there happily. I loved the place growing up. Chocobos were awesome creatures and fun to ride honestly. I knew exactly where it was and soon pulled in. I could see regalia but the boys weren’t inside. I hopped out then despite the rain and ran up to Wiz. He smiled when he saw me.

“You’re a few minutes too late hon. Some new hunters just took the deadeye hunt.”

“Let me guess, some cute boys and one wanted to ride them?”

“How did you know?”

“They’re friends. I’m going to back them up.”

“Let them keep the bounty?”

“You know it.” He chuckled then.

“Go on then. Damien’s missed you hon. Been a month since you’ve come by.” I smiled then.

“I got trapped inside the wall for a bit…. How big is he now?”

“Go see before helping your friends hon.” I nodded and ran over. He was inside the stables with the others. Damien was originally almost ivory but after feeding him some interesting berries, he was now a dark blue. He had grown a good foot since I last saw him. I could easily ride him now. He even had the saddle on. He came to the door when he saw me and I petted him.

“Hey… Been a while. I missed you.” He made a noise then and nuzzled my hand. I just smiled and moved closer and gave him a kiss on the head.

“I’ll be back. Mama’s gonna help some boys kill deadeye so you can play outside ok? Then we’ll go for a ride. I’m sure he’s got some hunts.” He chirped then and nudged me to get going. I laughed then and gave him a slight ruffle before running. I had to catch up to those boys.

The good news is that even if I wasn’t a hunter, I could have followed. Deadeye left one hell of a mess to mark his path. I quickly set down it and listened. I could hear someone further ahead plus Deadeye getting pissy. The Behemoth was such a jerk. He almost got me killed one night by chasing me through the forest. Good news is I know hiding spots. I stopped by one and smiled. I could see the boys ahead of me. Deadeye was by the old metal tunnel leading to the next part of the forest and they were going to use it to sneak by. They let Prompto go last and I got an evil Idea. I adjusted my gear and once I knew it was clear, I slid into the tunnel. Prompto was making just enough noise to cover me as well.

They had no clue until I grabbed his ankles making him fall. The others looked back ready to fight but quickly froze.

“Skylar!?” Ignis was sure as hell shocked I was here. I waved and Prompto looked back. He was panicked.

“Did you really have to do that!?”

“Um… No. But it was fun! Now let’s go! I’m your backup in case this goes south!” We crawled out and I quickly gave him a one armed hug.

“You’re not hurt are you?’

“Nah. Just scared me.” Noctis smiled then.

“What brings you here?”

“Dude… This is home territory. I don’t need a reason. Plus wanted to talk to you.”

“About?”

“The checkpoint into the region.” They all shared a grin then and I grinned back.

“You did a lot of hunters a huge favor by taking it down. Got a call about it and the word’s being spread about the city slickers kicking niff ass.” We started walking then, me staying close to the back smiling.

“Nice…. So why help us?”

“Um… Cus I want to? It’s not like I need the hunt. Plus… Last time I took it, I ended up getting chased till past dawn out here. Not really wanting to do that again.” Prompto cringed then.

“Yikes…”

“Yeah. He’s a nasty bugger for sure.”

“Nothing we can handle.” Noctis sounded so confident. It was kind of cute honestly.

“Well listen to that. The king’s confident in taking down an asshole Behemoth.” Gladio chuckled then and I knew Ignis smiled. Noct looked back but he was smiling.

“And it seems once you’re in home Territory, you really don’t hold your tongue.” I shrugged then and pushed ahead to get even with him.

“Home is home. I don’t fake around here. I grew up in these parts so most everyone knows me.” he nodded then.

“Wanna tell more?” I smiled then.

“Left around here for middle school. Went to a public school inside the wall…. Um… been solo since like… 14. Lived in liede until about a year ago…. Rank seven hunter.” I could see the shock in his eyes then. I just smiled.

“What? This weapon isn’t for show after all.”

“I figured but… you’re that good?” I shrugged then.

“It’s been rough. Had my share of close calls. One most recently with this jerk.” Gladio looked back then.

“You came after him? Alone?”

“Wasn’t supposed to be alone. I was trying to find his lair with another hunter. We got separated and Deadeye snuck up on me. Ran till dawn when I found the road and got back to Wiz’s. Other hunter couldn’t help. He got lost. Come daylight he showed back up.” I jumped up onto a rock then and smiled. They were shocked for sure but I didn’t care. I could hear him. It was faint for sure but he was around. The fog coming down didn’t make using eyes a good idea after all.

“He’s away from us, I assume?” Ignis said. He was keeping his voice low. I slid down and nodded.

“He's going to the old ruins. We’ll have to play hide and seek for a bit but we can get there and catch him. Once in there it's not easy to leave.” They nodded then but let me take the lead. Before the gate, I ran. I knew these woods. It was usually so calm around here and decent hunts. Finally we reached it and I quickly dropped down. The boys followed easily but then I had to pin noctis to the rock close by. Deadeye was in front of us.

“Shit….” I nodded feeling my smile come back. This was going to be fun.

“Leapfrog. Rock to rock. He's blind on the left. Use it. No noise.” Gladio gave me a look but I quickly took off. He was moving. It would cover for me.

She was fast. Even if she was a bit odd, skylar knew her job. The others weren't sure so I followed her. She was quick but always stayed in sight. The fog was only getting worse for sure the further we went in. It got sketchy at few times. She tripped over a small rock and quickly scrambled to hide while we did the same. The behemoth knew he was being followed. After that, it got more tense. We couldn't always keep an eye on him so skylar had to be our lead. Finally though, we broke through into ruins. She had her sword ready and let Gladio take the lead. I went to follow but she got my arm and stopped me. I looked over and she smiled.

“I know you punks have elemental abilities. Who’s got the fire?”

“Why?”

“What do you think blinded him? There's old oil drums around here. If he gets over one, explode it. It'll be our best chance to get him weak enough to land some serious blows.”

“How do you know this?”

“Cus I saw others trying it. Just trust me….. Gods you four are paranoid…”I shrugged then. Better to be paranoid than be dead in my mind. She just sighed and followed Ignis quickly. I got the flask ready and followed.

He knew. He was up on a ledge above us and jumped down. We all backed away and quickly Gladio went into action. Prompto was giving cover fire while skylar backed up gladio. She wasn't as strong but she was doing some damage. She made openings that Ignis took advantage of and slowly got him over a barrel. I figured I would try her advice.

“Move!!!” The guys jumped back but she couldn’t. I had to throw it. It landed on the barrel and the explosion was big. It knocked over the guys but then we rushed him. At least I tried until Prompto came flying into me. We both were off our feet but I felt someone catch us and the relief of a potion.

“Stand up you idiots!” I looked and Skylar was still on fire. She dropped me and jumped going right for Deadeyes face! Prompto got up and helped me up stunned. It didn’t last though. He was on his last leg and soon it gave. Deadeye fell dead. We all stopped then before we celebrated. That was insane!

“Um…. Help!?” I froze then. That was skylar. Gladio moved with Ignis then by his head and prompto and I followed. She has gotten a leg stuck under his head and couldnt get free.

“Big bully!!!!” Gladio chuckled then and quickly pulled her free. She yelped but soon got on her feet huffing before giving him a solid kick. I laughed then.

“Was that needed?”

“Yes! He landed on me! I was trying to shoot his other eye! Blind the jerk….” I stopped then. She didn’t have a gun. She walked away then and came back with a crossbow. She was checking it out before folding it backup and putting it on her back. Ignis smiled then.

“A lady of many weapons…. We do owe you some thanks. Your fire tip did help.” She shrugged then getting into her bag. She crushed something and we all got healed. He gave her a look and she smiled.

“Can’t help it…. Mega elixir.” She flashed a new one making Gladio chuckle.

“Sure you wanna be solo? We might need the backup later.”

“Get real muscles…. I’m happier alone…. Now…” She smiled then sheathing her sword.

“Let's go ride chocobos!!!” Prompto cheered with her and I laughed. Soon we found the way out and headed back to the post. She had someone she wanted Prompto to meet.

We got back to wiz’s about sunset. He was shocked for sure but quickly paid the boys while I washed off my arms in a barrel. The healed burns were still tender but it was barely anything. Soon Wiz came over and held out a key.

“Wanna let him out?” I nodded then taking it.

“I’ve missed riding him. Mind if…?”

“You know the rules. Havens near by. Feel free to leave bella here. She’ll be safe.” I nodded and ran to the stable. Damien was so happy to see me but nothing beat it when I got the door open. He ran into me and quickly let me on. I led him out and Prompto almost dropped his camera. Noctis was shocked.

“They come in dark blue!?” I laughed then petting his neck.

“Nah. Won these berries in a race. Changed my baby to this color….. Boys. Meet damien!” He crowed then making them laugh. Prompto came over and petted him gently.

“How….?”

“Rescued him as a baby. Mom had been killed so I brought him here. Wiz helped me raise him and well… Now he’s my baby!” I hugged him then happy. I’ve missed him. I heard a click then and I looked. Prompto got a photo of us. He turned so I could see it.

“Oh nice angle…. Mind…?”

“I’ll have a print the next time I see you.” I cheered then. He laughed and Noctis came close. Damien sniffed him and he just smiled.

“You leaving?”

“Yeah. There's other hunts close by. I’ll be hanging out between here and lestallum for a while.” I saw gladio nod then as he came up behind the prince.

“Call if you need backup. We won’t mind. You helped us out against that behemoth.” I shrugged then.

“I prefer solo…. But if I get kicked, I’ll call…. Or if I find some cool ingredients.” Ignis perked up then and I smiled.

“I know of a ginger. It's hard to get to… but if I head that way, I’ll get you some.”  He nodded then smiling.

“It would be appreciated. Our spices currently are rather lacking.” Wiz laughed then smiling.

“I’ll point some spots out to you boys.” They all smiled then and while they went to talk to wiz, I loaded my pack up and made a saddle pack for damien out of bella. Right as the sun died, I took off while they camped in the caravan. I was ready to be home again.

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