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larsisfrommars · 2 months

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The Light Won't Die (Part 6)

Halsin x Tav

Rating: T for Teen (Canon Typical Gore)

Chapter: 6/??? (<- Prev Chapter)

Word Count: 1596

Genre: Adventure, Hurt/Comfort

Content: Halsin x Tav, Male!Tav, Fighter!Tav, the meat of the matter, oops turns out this is also a sickfic, budding feelings, Tav mini lore drop, Shadow Cursed wounds are the best kind of wounds don't you think?

"Tav knew Halsin was in no state to travel, let alone defend himself if more Shadows came. They had to find somewhere and fast."

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“Well,” Halsin coughed “that’s curious.”

He took an uneven step forward, about to explain himself or theorize the nature of his previously uninfected wound. What came out instead is something between a cough and a groan.

The strength left the Druid’s body before Tav could get a word in. His eyes rolled back, his knees buckled, Nature’s Snare clattering to the ground. It took the majority of Tav’s strength to catch him and prevent them both from crashing onto the cobblestones.

Halsin regained his senses at the sudden jostling. But it was clear that the Druid could no longer stand on his own two feet, not without help at least.

“Easy, easy, easy! Let’s sit you down for a moment. Gods Halsin! Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt so badly?!” Tav hissed incredulously as he set himself and Halsin down against the low stone barrier beside them.

Halsin’s his head lolled back against the wall, grimacing, breathing heavy, trying to piece together a reply.

“Your wounds… from the fall… more urgent… did not know, though it was a flesh wound. Clearly… I was mistaken.” The elf spoke between labored breaths. Letting out a half chuckle that dissolved into a wheezing cough.

Tav couldn’t even pretend to be amused, they were both in danger now because Halsin had put his needs above his own, the selfless oaf.

Then again, Tav had been unconscious when they hit the bottom of the cliffside.

Tav had assumed he’d died, perhaps that wasn’t far from the truth. Halsin had looked unusually relieved when he came to, maybe he feared the worst… maybe…

Tav shook his head, he had more important things to worry about than a personal brush with death. Those were a copper a dozen for him. It was Tav’s fault they were down here anyway, a healing potion was the least he could do.

“Looks like some kind of poison, I thought you told me about all the dangers of the shadow curse already?” Tav glanced up at the wound as he rifled around his bag. Looking much stranger and angrier than it had as he watched it made by those accursed Thorn Blights.

“This is new… I have neither suffered nor seen a wound like this before.” He turned to look at Tav now. “There are a great many things that have changed since I last saw this place, not just the landscape. When the Curse first fell, most were either transformed, killed or were the precious few like myself who escaped with minor injuries. Perhaps the sun cured whatever ails this wound, or perhaps… I shudder to think-”

Halsin’s conjecture was interrupted by a coughing fit. Tav finally unearthed a potion of lesser healing from his bag. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. He uncorked it for the Druid, prepared to help him choke it down if it came to it.

“The curse may be evolving.” Halsin finished soberly, gingerly taking the petite glass bottle in both hands. Emptying it in a signal swallow.

They waited with baited breath, Halsin’s breathing did not ease, nor did the narrow, angry gash in his side show any signs of closing. Not even a fading of bruises, not a thing done by such a valuable vial of magic. They looked at one another, Tav didn’t have to ask whether or not he felt any better.

“Bone Chill.” Tav realized with a nasty feeling in his gut. So much for the least he could do.

“We need to get you somewhere safe. Can you stand?”

“I will try.” Halsin breathed.

It took the staff and Tav’s help, but he was able to get back to his feet. Their travel speed now slowed to a crawl. Though he would if asked, Tav knew Halsin was in no state to travel, let alone defend himself if more Shadows came. They had to find somewhere and fast.

Slim pickings to put it lightly, less searching for a decent shelter and more so “which one of these ancient buildings is the least derelict”. Tav eyed a large silo shaped cobblestone building with barely any roof. At least the walls were intact, and he didn’t know of anything that would attack them from above.

It would have to do.

“Come on, just a little further to go.”

The Druid only nodded in reply.

Tav helped Halsin ease himself onto the dirt floor of the strange old silo, relieving himself of his pack. Rifling through it for bedroll, torches, anything that would help, he had one more health potion but obviously that wasn’t going to do any good until the Bone Chill wore off, if that was even what it was. Up until recently Tav had been a complete stranger to necromancy.

He wished he still was.

Four torches, they’d have to be relit every few hours but that could last them two, maybe three days, not counting using the Mace for backup. He had enough rations for the both of them for much longer than that thanks to raiding the Creche.

Halsin obviously needed the bedroll more than he did, he’d sleep on the floor, lightly, sitting up, just in case a torch died. Now, if only he could put a flare together to show the others where to find them.

No, bad idea, that could draw the Absolutists right to them, not to mention all manner of light hating beasts that slathered these lands in their ravenous pitch. No matter how ominously Halsin had described the Curse it was nothing compared to actually being inside it yourself. It was oppressive, if only you really could cut air with a knife. Then maybe he could think straight. He already had enough incomprehensible forces gnawing on his grey matter as it was!

“You should rest.” A shallow voice rasped from the corner.

Tav gasped, immediately putting hand to mace hilt, he almost didn’t recognize the elf’s voice.

It bothered Tav how slow he was to take his hand away from the mace although he knew full well even if Halsin were well, he’d never lay a hand on him. Even as he thought that, his mind wandered to the thorns in his chest… The mace clearly wasn’t enough, he really must light a torch!

So he did, and all the anger and fear washed away in face of a new and more powerful force. One that he’d become all too familiar with in Halsin’s presence.

Care. Not only that but the self assured sense of protectiveness he felt for all their companions, something he hadn’t quite realized was ebbing away in face of this gloom.

“Are you… well?” Halsin asked wheezily, half-conscious.

Beads of sweat speckled the Druid’s brow despite the omnipresent chill the Curse bestowed on the land, one of its many gruesomely charming features.

“I am. But you’re not.” Tav brushed Halsin’s hair from his forehead with the back of his hand “Gods Halsin, you’re burning hotter than the Hells. You’ll be competing with Karlach soon enough. You should lie down.”

The Druid not argue, perhaps he couldn’t. Strong, warm, dry hands were made cold and trembling by the strange poison running through Halsin’s veins. A hand in hand to ease. A hand laced through russet hair so that the weakened elf would not hit his head too harshly on the ground.

Gingerly, tenderly, his hands did what was necessary, what was right, as they always did. It took no real effort, so why was his heart pounding so violently in its cage then? Why did he feel as though he needed to catch his breath? He had practically been ready to cave this man’s skull in not moments prior just for startling him! Gods it had been a long day.

Tav took out his canteen.

“Drink.”

Halsin abided, with a bit of propping up.

“Thank you, Tav.” Halsin managed, followed by yet another coughing fit.

Tav was no healer but, you don’t become a Flaming Fist without getting some rudimentary first aid training. “No bleeding out before the Clerics show up!” His drill sergeant used to bark.

No Clerics around here Tav thought bitterly. Removing a water jug and a bundle of clean linens from his pack.

“I’m going to have to remove this.” Tav spoke mechanically, gesturing to Halsin’s armor. Trying focus on the task at hand and not the sudden return of that same rush of feeling from before.

Halsin nodded his understanding, doing his best to make it easier for Tav. The wound looked even worse beneath the cuirass. He wasn’t particularly squeamish given his line of work, but this wound was magical, alien, and Tav couldn’t help but wince.

The initial shock passed Tav got to work, methodically, gently cleaning the dirt and blood and ichor away until all that remained was what continued to well-up from the wound, which was quickly tapered off by the makeshift bandages he’d rustled up.

Tav had done what he must, and Halsin had finally given into exhaustion. Hopefully what people said about Elves only sleeping to heal was true. All that could be done without magic had been.

Despite his efforts, despite the Blood of Lathander, despite the lit torch, one haunting lingering anxiety for which no curse could be blamed lingered in Tav’s mind.

That fever, the dark magic in that would could kill Halsin in his sleep, and there would be very little Tav could do about it.

He fought his own tired body to the last, just to watch his breathing.

Just in case.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #halsin #halsin silverbough #halsin bg3 #halsin x tav #halsin x male tav #halsin x reader #halsin x male reader #hurt/comfort #adventure #sickfic #fanfiction #fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic

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inkykeiji · 11 months

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may i please request (8) bunny for twin touya + dabi? 👀

prompt: bunny series: twins AU warnings: an injured/hurt animal, use of the word Daddy, female reader, the twins + reader are in a poly relationship words: 1k

of course u can anon!!! thank you so much for this, it’s such a joy to write something for the twins again <3

It’s wounded; something wrong with its leg, tiny bones all twisted and gnarled. Its little tummy rises and falls with its erratic breaths, pink nose twitching rapidly, big brown eyes wide and alert as they dart around its surroundings—a small clearing beneath an overgrown bush.

Honestly, you wouldn’t have even known it was there, had it not been making soft, wheezy little squeaks, exhaled on harsh breaths.

With gentle hands you push some branches out of the way, an attempt to get a better look at the poor animal, the bunny flinching violently at the rustle of leaves.

“Oh, no, no, no,” you’re whimpering quietly, a stab of guilt penetrating your stomach. “No, lil guy, I’m so sorry, I—I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“What are you doing over here, playin’ in the bushes?” Dabi teases as he jogs up to you. “You’re gonna get poison ivy or oak or whatever the fuck it is, and I’m not gonna help you rub ointment on it. Touya isn’t, either, y’know. Can already hear him—”

“There’s a bunny—a baby rabbit. I think it’s hurt, badly,” wrapping your arms around your folded knees and hugging them tightly to your chest, you glance up at Dabi with glassy eyes, vision thick with tears, rendering him nothing more than a wavering figure of black.

“What?”

Dabi crouches next to you, elbows resting on his thighs, and peers through the mess of leaves, lips tugging down into a deep frown.

“Ah, fuck.” He reaches forward, large hands clumsy and cumbersome, and the bunny startles again, a yelp of terror shuddering its form. The cracked sound has Dabi wincing harshly, hands recoiling into his chest in one quick jerk. “I—I can’t touch it,” he’s shaking his head, already stumbling to his feet, backing up a little. “I’ll just—It might get hurt more. I’ll go get Touya.”

Yes, you’re nodding. Touya will know what to do, Touya will know how to handle this, just like he always does.

“A bunny?” you hear Touya ask a few moments later, voice faint but growing in volume as he advances towards you. “You can’t be serious—”

Low murmurs cut him off—no doubt Dabi’s—their tone testy and panicked.

“Alright, alright,” Touya’s chuckling, easygoing and dismissive. “I’ll take a look.”

“Daddy,” you whine as Touya’s shadow crawls over you.

“What do we have here?” Touya asks as he bends, body blanketing your back, thighs cushioning your own, chin hooked over your shoulder.

“A little baby rabbit. It looks—I think there’s something wrong with its leg. If we—If we don’t help it, I don’t think it’ll survive.”

“That’s just the circle of life, baby,” Touya responds with a solemn shrug.

“Nii-san,” Dabi hisses, eyes narrowed. “We can’t just leave it.”

“We can’t?”

“No!” you and Dabi cry in unison.

Twisting in Touya’s grasp, you break free easily, rising to stand over him and look at him properly, a hand vaguely gesturing the bush.

“Look at it, Daddy, it’s suffering. We can’t just—” a hiccup cuts you off, vicious and abrupt, and Dabi draws you into his arms with a clicked tongue and a coo, biceps wound around yours, hands rubbing your arms in comfort.

His touch, characteristically just a hint too rough, his grip just a hint too tight, causes something inside you to snap—an emotional dam that begins to fracture deep behind your ribs, weeped out little sobs oozing from the cracks—and you bury your face in his chest, body quivering slightly with half-stifled sniffles.

“We can’t just leave it to die,” Dabi finishes your sentence. “Not when we know we can help.”

Sapphire eyes sweep between your faces, slow and assessing as the gears of his mind whir and click, weighing all his options and considering the most optimal outcome.

“Fine,” Touya sighs after a moment of contemplation, turning back to peer at the injured animal, squinting a little in evaluation. “Get me a popsicle stick, gauze, and some tape.”

Despite Touya’s apparent apathy, he is surprisingly sweet, tender hands exceptionally careful, his movements purposeful and meticulous, just like everything else he does in life.

It’s as though Touya’s innate caregiving instincts have snapped into action, the shift in his demeanour almost immediate, a shift you and Dabi have experienced more than once—though it’s difficult to tell if such a shift was triggered by you and Dabi, or by the small, wounded animal itself.

You can’t watch—Dabi can’t, either, the two of you clinging to one another, faces hidden in shoulders and hair, fingers curling in denim and linen as Touya works.

“Okay, little buddy, I’ve got you,” Touya murmurs softly as he scoops the ball of fur, now with a makeshift splint, up with one palm, cupping his other hand over it gently. “We’re going to get you some help.”

In the end, the three of you keep the bunny, you and Dabi loving the stupid thing way too much for Touya to say no. And although he doesn’t care for the thing a whole lot, fairly indifferent to its entire existence, it reminds him of the both of you in separate ways; cute and sweet and fluffy like you, mistrusting and cautious and jumpy like Dabi.

He thinks that, maybe, caring for it might be beneficial for the two of you, that having something to look after and tend to and protect just like he does for the both of you might bring you each a shred of the validation and satisfaction he gets from nurturing each of you.

It isn’t unusual to find the two of you flat on your backs, on the floor of Dabi’s studio, stained with paint in the shape of bunny footprints as the fluffy little thing hops around, across your skin and over your bodies and onto canvases, creating little pieces of art, your twined laughter ringing throughout the house. It’s a nice sound, a welcomed sound, a warm sound that fills him with something buzzing and bubbly, and, most recently, Touya’s favourite sound to come home to.

#dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #thank u anon!!!!! pls enjoy!!!#and also heed the warnings on this one #i know animal injury can be super triggering to some #and this piece literally starts with an injured bunny #so be careful!!!#pls have a fab wednesday and stay safe!!!#inky.bb #clari gets mail #inky.twins

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i-didnt-do-1t · 6 months

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“Once and for all we’ll be there to defend one another. Once and for all every kid is a friend, every friend a brother.”

“Better to die than to crawl. Either we stand or we fall.”

#newsies #1992sies

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winterpower98 · 2 years

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yeah these AUs can be easily used to make some wholesome or angst. Depends really!

[The king's return]

- wukong never had a perfect childhood, he had to be king and has to be king forever since he isn't gonna die any time soon, so he never got to fully get his childhood, play, grow up y'know that stuff. He was busy being well, a king.

and i can only imagine wukong getting excited like a kid when something does go his way or he simply has a good day. healing his child self slowly without recognizing it, but it's mainly thanks to his generals and family that he's able to heal so soon.

- i wouldn't say that wukong is now the antisocial man we know from the original lmk, but he's also not the most extroverted guy ever, but he doesn't have social anxiety (he only hates people.) So he's still the cuddly guy he once was.

Expect a lot of hugs.

- even if wukong does have a ego and he thinks of himself as better than everyone else (during jttw is even worse) he would never be an asshole and show his ego to his friends or subjects in general.

so that's something that's pretty hard to get from him, since he always puts others before him and that's not really a ego thing. But there are times where he shows to have some "self-esteem".

This self esteem makes him hurt himself to show off though.

- wukong is still the shortest, but somehow this short man manages to scare off every demon nearby.

- wukong is..not well. He's insane and he's also a bit sadistic, many scenarios can end up with him enjoying someone else suffering, even giggling.

- honestly? I do see wukong putting up some glamorous on both voice and looks, he surely remembers how he looked like and sounded like, so he didn't have a problem on putting up glamours.

The problem is that with this glamours no one knows if he gets hurt, why is he putting up glamours, and how he looks like. because they are aware he isn't like this anymore.

- wukong can pull many faces and masks, most times it's a smile but it kinda turned into a smirk over the years

- wukong is not taller than Mami, maybe the same height, but Mami never stands up straight so whenever he has to hug her he either sits down too or picks her up.

he is taller than horse though. He tackles and then hugs them.

The others are pretty much normal hugs. sometimes he just crawls on langur to hug him for some reason.

- i imagine the two immortals hanging out a lot way more in wukong house, just like the generals. But sometimes wukong forgets about it and gets scared that these guys are in his house.

- wukong is oddly friendly with everyone, he puts up a lot of masks when he's with his subjects, and he surely acts like he's fine. So therapy is hard because why does he keep acting, and also another question is "why is every demon scared of wukong?" Because the only time he's ever been violent is with heaven. (Not true but nobody has to know. Nobody has to know that wukong ate someone before too.)

[reunion AU]

- i do imagine wukong having a difficulty controlling his body in general (moving, holding things, controlling his force) so he has to call the monkeys to help him, but the stubborn bitch dosen't so he always ends up falling or letting something fall. Ma dosen't accept that.

- Ma gets to see MK actually! If he does keep training in the mountain he gets to meet Ma, and they'll match energy to be honest in my opinion.

- Macaque was probably forced to be in wukong house by both wukong and MK so he could also have a reunion with Ma.

- Ma is now the one who gives therapy. And it's simply wukong and macaque holding hands until they apologize.

- there's a possibility that macaque fur can be white again (since hair do grow back with the same color) it's just macaque that didn't shower for decades. So i can imagine Ma fixing his fur again.

- wukong has a hard time talking to people in general, who's gonna explain to Ma her grave with flowers in it?

- wukong often hugs macaque, compliments him and holds hands with tails only to annoy him. And it works because macaque dosen't know if it's a sign that wukong is gonna kill him or not.

- wukong does the same to Ma, but it's genuine.

- 💚

(The king's return AU)

That might explain why he acts so childish nowadays. He wasn't able to be that when he was younger

If anything, he trusts strangers less now, and he's even more protective of the people he knows

I guess he has destructive self-esteem? Or would it be more like the hero syndrome, where you want to do everything and you want to demonstrate to everyone that you can do that thing, even if it's dangerous

His short stature actually helps him scare off demons, because no one expects him to be scary

I think he was always like that honestly, the JTTW just erased that part. But obviously, that doesn't happen here

Yeah, Ma especially is extremely upset the first time she sees him with his glamours up. But she can't convince him to stop using them

I think he's a very expressive character, and not just with his face, but with his body too

He's only 5 cm taller than Horse, which the immortal still argues that it doesn't make him taller

He just finds langur making tea in his kitchen or Horse lounging in the living room and he gets a mini heart attack because he forgot they were there XD

Wukong will always be a saint in his subject's eyes because, objectively, he is one with them. So they have no reason to think he's anything but kind and that Heaven wronged him

(Reunion AU)

Ma is back from the dead and she's ready to smack Wukong on the head before helping him out herself

The marshal is going to be a mix of "You are my grandchild now, I will give you all the candies" to "Why did you do something like that, that's dangerous!?". It's basically Wukong 2.0 for her

That's going to be the first, and probably last, time MK sees Macaque fucking crying

Neither of them have the heart to refuse her

Ma just grabs the shadow demon and forces him into an intense grooming session. They don't move for the next three hours and even the baby monkeys join them

Macaque is probably going to explain the grave if Wukong isn't able to. But to be honest, between Ma and MK both asking he might just explode and yell it out without meaning to

The only reason why Wukong does that, it's because he knows it's going to annoy him. And Ma will make sure he doesn't attack him in retaliation

Wukong is probably going cling to Ma for the next month or so, let's be honest

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #monkie kid #monkie kid au #the king's return au #reunion au #horse the baboon #langur the gibbon #marshal ma #flowerfruit monkeys #4 immortal monkeys #shadowpeach #winter answer #winterpower98

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muckety-mucks-i-s-goin-delux · 1 year

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Ok, but everyone talks how this line is very emo!Jack and calm down edgelord:

Write it in ink or in blood, it's the same either way or Once and for all if they don't find their manners, we'll bleed 'em!

As if those lyrics don’t exist:

This is to even the score This ain't just newsies no more This ain't just kids with some pie in the sky This is do it or die This is war!

Sang with such fucking power that makes me shudder just thinking about it. And also this:

We're going over the wall Better to die than to crawl Either we stand or we fall For once... once and for al

Small (wholesome) bonus:

We'll be there to defend one another Once and for all Every kid is our friend Every friend, a brother

And then again jumping straight back to murder:

Look, they're putting up a headline They call that a headline? The idiot who wrote it must be working for the Sun

Didja hear about the fire? Heard it killed old man Maguire

Heard the toll was even higher Why do I miss all the fun?

#92sies are dark dark #and very very gay #92sies #newsies #Newsies The Musical #newsies the movie

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islaytonlost · 1 year

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Three's a crowd

For a prompt by @madmaxou. This is a four part series. Second Part, Third Part, Fourth Part

TW: Blood and stabby stab.

Disclamer: I am no professional in writing OSDD. Please do not use my fanfic to shape your views on the real world.

---- They were closing in. The killer was beginning to sweat, Lucy was beginning to grin. Fendi took a step back for once, letting her take the lead. She knew what she was doing after Forbodium after all and he trusted her, with every inch. She was a damn good detective.

“N-no I, uhm, I,” the killer stumbles, hands folded behind her, some false show of confidence. Fendi scoffs. Then his eyes narrow as her arms move out, too fast to be another false show of anything, no.

“Prof watch out!” Lucy calls. Pushing him to the side. She was so idiotically self sacrificing and he could never have expected otherwise. He'd always planned on being closer to the danger, to protect Lucy. Instead he found himself being pushed into a stack of paper. It tumbled to the side, he struggled to stand as paper slipped out from beneath his feet. It would be faster to look down, to stand up slowly and carefully but Lucy already had a gash in her arm as she struggled to apprehend the killer. Who only lunged at her again, aiming for her chest.

"Lucy!" He yells as she falls to the floor as if calling for her would bring her back at all. As if he could help her at all. As if he hadn't been scrambling there uselessly.

The killer stabs him on the way past. She didn't have to. He'd fumbled. Lost his partner, was she really so arrogant to believe he'd let Lucy die over stopping her.

Lucy… she lay motionless on the ground. Blood gushed freely from her wounds, pouring out with no care or concern for Lucy herself, "help!" He calls, hoping that the mystery room wasn't shoved so far out the way nobody would hear. That would be his fault after all, "help!" He needed to turn her, so gravity would start working with him.

Lucy’s eyelids flutter. She was still awake! "Lucy, Lucy can you hear me?" He crawls over to her, ignoring his own wounds, ignoring the blood smearing across what was possibly some very important documents.

"Prof?" She groans, "Prof did you get her? We can't let her get away."

"I know," She wouldn't get away with it, not for long, "but now I need to help you, alright? I need to turn you on your back. Okay?" Al was there too. For the first time in ages they were working together to control their actions.

Lucy groans out again, a mix between a sob and something else, "I don't," She pants, "I don't know if I can take it Prof. It hurts."

"I know," he begins to roll her, slowly, carefully, Lucy cries out in pain. Pain he was causing. What kind of mentor did that?

"I jus told you! It hurts! Thought you were better at listening Prof!"

He chuckles slightly, removing his lab coat. She'd stabbed across his chest, it hur6t to move, it'd hurt a whole lot mote later when the adrenaline wore off. He couldn't let that happen before he'd helped Lucy.

"You're bleeding out," he observes, folding the lab coat and pressing it against her chest.

"So are you. What kind of detective am I, only just noticing a thing like that?"

"Your wounds are deeper," he observes, "I suppose you could be forgiven for being distracted," his chest was so warm and the rest of him so cold, maybe he was losing more blood than he thought, Lucy's eyes were fluttering closed, "no! Stay awake, please."

"'m sorry Prof. I don't want to let you down. Either of you," She mutters, eyes still closed. Her speech slightly slurred too.

"Never, you've never let me down" he looks at the door, then back at Lucy. His lab coat could work for now but nobody was coming. He needed to get someone. He needed to bet out there. Before they both bled out, "can you stay awake for me?"

Lucy doesn't answer. Crap. It was now or never. He forces himself to his feet, bunching up his jumper and sticking it half-heartedly into his chest wound, hoping it'd soak up the blood.

This time he makes it out the office. Maybe fate thought it was funny. This time he made it partially down the corridor before stumbling over, catching himself on the ground with his own bloodied hands. Both Al and Fendi concentrated on moving now. Working in perfect sync to haul themselves along the corridor, towards an office.

Blaine Darrwrite stepped out of his, having heard the crash, "Alfendi?" Blaine called.

Oh great. Him. Alfendi didn't like him with every fibre of his being, Blaine was a pompous arrogant know-it- all who couldn't solve a case to save his life and now their life was in his hands.

"Lucy! She's still in the mystery room, help her!" He calls back to Blaine, sitting in a pool of his own blood, Blaine hesitates, "I can look after myself, please!" Blaine still hesitates, Alfendi glares and he hurries off.

They manage, through some inexplicable strength, to find someone to call an ambulance. He sees Lucy, pale and unresponsive being carried off. Pain blossoms in his chest. His mind switches off. He lets the darkness consume him

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The state Alfendi is in thought most of this is what the professionals call blurry. It's when you can't tell who you are because too many alters are close to front. In this case Al and Fendi are working too closely together in too dire a situation to keep questioning whose actions are who's.

#lmbr #lmbr fic #fanfic #alfendi layton #lucy baker #stabby stab #stab stab stab #three's a crowd fic

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sl-newsie · 1 year

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Chapter Twenty One: Once And For All (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

“Becca, wake up!”

I groan and open one eye. “David?”

“No time to explain! Get up and get dressed, quick!”

I throw on some clean clothes and follow him down tha fire escape. “What’s go’n on?”

“I’ll explain later- come on!”

We run tha tha distribution center and find Denton, Les, Sarah, and... Jack?

“What’re you do’n here? Shouldn’t ya be shine’n Pulitzer’s shoes, you son of a-?!” I fume.

“Becca!” David warns and he covers Les’ ears.

“Sorry, but I wanna know what he’s do’n here!” I glare daggers.

Jack suddenly engulfs me in a big hug. “Rebecca, I’m sorry. Ya have every right to be upset, but if I hadn’t done what they said, they woulda locked you and David up along with Crutchy.”

O-oh! That’s why.

I sigh. “Oh, Jack. You don’t have to worry ‘bout me. I’s took your advice and now I’s only depend’n on myself.”

“Becca, that’s swell and all, but it’s ok to accept help once in a while. But right now we’s gotta get print’n!”

I squint. “Print’n?”

“Yeah, an article that’ll show tha Woild what newsies are made of!” Jack takes us ta where he’s been sleep’n- and I can see that he hasn’t been in such lapse of luxury at all. He then reveals an unused print’n press.

“Headlines don’t sell papes-”

“Newsies sell papes!” Les finishes.

“By tha way, sorry for punch’n ya in tha face,” I say.

“I deserved more than that, sis. Now let’s get print’n!”

Denton starts sing’n:

“This is the story you wanted to write

Well, tonight is the night that you can.”

Jack joins in:

“Just get this done and by dawn's early light

You can finish the fight you began.”

“This time we're in it to stay,” David sings.

“Think about seizing the day,” Sarah joins.

“Think of that train as she rolls into old Santa Fe

Tell 'em I'm on my way.”

“See old man Pulitzer, snug in his bed

He don't care if we're dead or alive.

Three satin pillows are under his head

While we're begging for bread to survive.

Joe, if you're still counting sheep

Wake up and read 'em and weep!

You got your thugs with their sticks and their slugs

Yeah, but we got a promise to keep!

Once and for all!

Something tells me the tide will be turnin'.

Once and for all!

There's a fire inside me that won't stop burnin'.

Now that the choices are clear

Now that tomorrow is here

Watch how the mighty can fall

For once and for all!”

Throughout tha night, we continue to print The Newsies Banner. Once we print two hundred, Jack tells me to go fetch tha oddas. When I get to tha lodg’n house, it’s nearly sunrise.

I poke my head in a window and call: “Wake up, guys! It’s time to carry tha banner- our banner!”

“What’s gone through your head, Becs?” Snipeshooter mumbles.

“Jack’s back, and we’s printed our own news- so are you’s gonna help or not?”

“Yeah!”

We all ride out in a horse-drawn wagon.

“This is for kids shinin' shoes in the street

With no shoes on their feet every day

This is for guys sweatin' blood in the shops

While the bosses and cops look away

This is to even the score

This ain't just newsies no more

This ain't just kids with some pie in the sky

This is do it or die

This is war!”

We head over and Jack starts pass’n out papes for us to hand out. Me and Race immediately find other work’n kids gett’n ready for work.

“Hey kid, can you read?” Race asks one. He nods. “Good. Read this.” He hands him tha paper.

“Once and for all

We'll be there to defend one another

Once and for all

Every kid is our friend

Every friend, a brother

Five thousand fists in the sky! (Five thousand fists in the sky!)

Five thousand reasons to try! (Five thousand reasons to try!)

We're going over the wall

Better to die than to crawl

Either we stand or we fall

For once... once and for all!”

We all meet up at tha statue. Surely by now almost every worker on the East Coast knows about this! But will any of ‘em show up…?

“Jack, you think Brooklyn’ll be a no-show?” I ask.

“Hard to say, Becs. Once Spot Colon’s made up his mind, there’s almost no argue’n with him.”

“I’ll deal with that,” I say confidently as I grab a lone paper and begin to sprint.

“Where’re ya go’n?” Boots calls.

“To Brooklyn!”

I get tha tha docks and am immediately greeted by tha brute from before.

“Well if it ain’t tha housemaid herself,” he taunts.

“Move it. I’s need to talk to somebody.”

“Spot ain’t here,” he says threaten’ly.

“Good, ‘cause I ain’t here for him.”

He seems surprised. “Then who’re you’s here for?”

I ignore him, walk over and kneel down next to Lucky. “Where’s Bucky?”

She gives me a shy smile and points ta some crates. “Over there.”

“Thank you.” I find him mend’n his slingshot. “Hey, I need to talk to ya.”

He looks up, surprised as well. “Um, ok.”

“Tha strike’s still on, and if Spot won’t listen to me, he’ll listen ta you. Here.” I hold up tha paper. “Here’s your proof.”

He looks it ova, all tha while his eyes gett’n wider. When he’s done he looks up with a smile. “Don’t worry- I’ll tell him. Rest assured Brooklyn’ll be there!”

I return his smile. “Thank you. Thank you!”

Spot’s POV

I wanted to run back to Becca that night as soon as I saw tha bridge, but I let my stubbornness get tha best of me. I thought she liked me… but I’s godda look out for Brooklyn and not some luv problem- wait. Ain’t that what she’s do’n? What’d she say? ‘This is still important to me.’

But tha strike’s over- nobody’s gonna listen.

Tha next morn’n I sit on top of tha crates. Bucky’s right below me.

“Wonda how tha ‘Hattan boys are do’n.” He states oudda tha ordinary.

“You’s think I was too quick ta give up on tha strike?” I ask.

“In a word, yes. I think tha strike might still be worth do’n. And as for Becca, if I could give some advice-”

“I don’t want your advice, Bucky.”

“I know ya don’t, and I’s give’n it to you anyway. I see tha way ya look at her, and I’s can tell ya really care for her. And I can tell she luvs ya back. So stop be’n a coward and tell her.”

“I did. She thinks that tha strike is more important. I thinks Brooklyn’s more important”

“Then stop only think’n ‘bout yourself and let us help! Forget about Brooklyn just this once. Better hurry up Spot, before Ace gets her first!”

“Ace ain’t gett’n her- nobody’s gett’n her,” I growl. Rebecca Carlyle is mine, and whoeva wants ta challenge it can go right ahead!

“No one but you.”

I remain quiet, alone with my thoughts, when I hear:

“Hey, I need to talk to ya.”

My heart does a double-flip and my head jerks in tha direction of tha voice. Becca?

She don’t see me. Bucky gives me a quick look. “Um, ok.”

“Tha strike’s still on, and if Spot won’t listen ta me, he’ll listen ta you. Here.” She holds up a paper. “Here’s yer proof.”

He looks it ova, all tha while his eyes gett’n wida. When he’s done he looks up with a smile. “Don’t worry- I’ll tell him. Rest assured Brooklyn’ll be there!”

She smiles back her beautiful smile. “Thank you. Thank you!” Then she takes off run’n.

I poke my head out now. “What’s that all about?”

“It’s a newsies paper! Says fer all work’n kids ta join in tha street fer tha strike tomorrow!” He looks up. “C’mon, Spot. We’s can join! For once let go of your ego and let us help!”

I frown. He’s right. Brooklyn should have a say in this too. Besides, I owe it to Becca.

“Boys!” I call out ta everyone. Even tha younga ones stop ta listen. “We’s back in tha strike!”

I hop down and gatha everybody.

(Brooklyn’s Here from Broadway’s Newsies)

“Newsies need our help today!” I chant.

“Newsies need our help today!” They’s all sing back.

“Tell 'em, Brooklyn's on the way!” Bucky sings.

“Tell 'em, Brooklyn's on the way!”

“We're from Brooklyn!”

“We are newsies!

We are Brooklyn newsies!”

“Just got word that our buddies is hurtin'!

Facing total disaster for certain!

That's our cue, boys, it's time to go slummin'!

Hey Manhattan, the calvary's comin'!”

“Have no fear!”

“You know we've got your back from way back!”

“Brooklyn's here!”

“We'll get your pay back and some payback!

We're the boys from the beaches of Brighton,

Prospect Park and the navy yard pier!

Strikes ain't fun, but they sure is exciting!

Loud and clear - Brooklyn's here!”

I stand tall, take my hat off and face my small army.

“Borough what gave me birth.”

“Friendliest place on earth.

Pay us a visit, you'll see what we means.

And when you do,

We'll kick you halfway to Queens!

Now them soakers is in for a soakin'!

What a sad way to end a career!

They's a joke, but if they thinks we're jokin'-”

We’s all start march’n across tha bridge, our heads held high.

“Loud and clear,

Brooklyn's here!

Loud and clear, we is here!”

Rebecca’s POV

“Well, are they’s com’n?” Skittery asks when I get back.

I shrug, stull unsure. “Maybe.”

“Someth’n’s still bother’n you, Becca,” Race states.

“What makes ya say that?”

“I can just tell. C’mon, tell ‘ol Race what’s wrong.”

I sigh. “Just tha whole Spot thing. Foist I thought luv was for suckas, but now I like it, but it’s all too confus’n…”

Race puts a hand on my shoulda. “Doll, life ain’t easy. Sometimes ya just godda go through with it- ya just might be surprised!”

I frown. “Wow, for once you’s giv’n me good advice that ain’t godda do with gambl’n!”

“Oh, I use this for bett’n all tha time! I’s just re-word’n it for ya!”

We wait a few more minutes.

“I recon nobody’s com’n. There ain’t gonna be no one but us,” Jack says.

Les gives me a hug, then leads me down tha empty street. “When the circulation bell starts ringing, will we hear it?”

“Nah,” Race answas behind us. “What if tha Delancies come out swing’n, will we hear it?”

“No!” Les stomps his foot.

“Atta boy!” Race laughs while I ruffle tha kid’s hair.

Then odda, faina voices start sing’n:

“When you got a million voices singin'

Who can hear a lousy whistle blow?”

“Look!” Blink points.

People are coming. They’re coming! A whole mob of sweatshop workers and factory kids crowd through tha street!

“And the world will feel the fire

And finally know!”

“Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!”

We all jump and hollar in celebration. From all over, I'll see is a crowd of people defend’n our rights, their rights. I just wish Spot could’ve seen this.

But then I hear someone shout: “Brooklyn!”

I look ova and see a crowd of bulky newsies com’n, led by a familiar leader. I turn to Race, who says: “What ya wait’n for? Go!”

I don’t wait any longa and zig-zag through tha noisy mob. “Spot! Ya came back!”

Spot turns, sees me, and a wide smile spreads ova his face. Unexpectedly, he wraps his arms around my waist and hoists me up. “‘Course I did- we’s in it to win!”

Jack and David go inside to talk toa Pulitzer, while we just keep yell’n.

“Brooklyn’s here! Let’s see what Pulitzer thinks-a you’s now!” Spot declares.

“I godda say, Spot. I’s really glad you’s here!” I say, shak’n my head with a smile.

Just then, Jack and David step out. By tha looks of their faces, I can’t tell if tha news is good or not. We’s all on edge, hang’n on to their next word…

“Well?” I ask, impatient.

Jack ignores me, kneels down and whispers someth’n in Les’ ear. I can’t take tha stress…!

Then he stands up. “We beat ‘em!”

Cheers erupt, make’n my ears ring. Kids of all ages are jump’n up and down with their arms raised in celebration. We… we won?

It takes a second for tha news ta sink in, but then I holler: “We won!”

Just then, Spot places a hand on my back, kneels down and bends me back, and presses his lips ta mine. I forget all about tha crowd around us- and just feel him.

“We’s came to win tha strike,” Spot brings me up, still speechless, and makes tha brims of our hats touch. “But I also came to win you once and for all. I know you’s look’n out fer yer family, ‘cause I’s do’n tha same. But, when all this is ova, um…” He trails off and licks his lips nervously. “How’d ya like ta be tha Queen of Brooklyn?”

Whoa- did not see that com’n!

“Uh… I… hm…” I can’t speak. This is a chance fer a new life, a life with Spot Colon. But what about my life now? Is it one I can afford to give up?

“I don’t know. I’s got family here, and they’s ain’t gonna be easy to leave. It’s gonna take a really special guy to make me leave.”

Spot’s face drops. “Beauty, just ‘cause you’s my goil don’t mean ya can never come back here. I promise.”

“But about that odda reason…” I smile and lean in, make’n our lips press togetha. “I think I’s found tha right guy. That is if he’ll be able to handle me.”

Spot, surprised by my kiss, chuckles. “I- I’s got noth’n to say…”

“How ‘bout a simple thank-you?”

“I’ll be thank’n you for tha rest of my life, Beauty!”

Then I hear Les yell: “It’s the Bulls!”

Panicked, I turn and see a wagon pull’n up. I flinch, but then Denton comes over and says:

“Don’t worry. You’ll never have to run from the likes of him again.”

I squint. “Wha…?” Then I see tha wagon door open and out comes some refugees and… a certain crip with a cane.

I grin. “Crutchy!” I sprint over and hug him, almost make’n him stumble. “How was tha refuge?”

“A live’n Hell. But it’s good to see ya, Becs! I missed ya!”

“We missed ya too, Crutch!”

I absorb Crutchy and Jack into one big hug. By now everyone’s gathered by us.

“Where were ya, Becs?” Skittery asks, mockingly.

“Got lost,” I say simply.

“Oh? Was it with a certain Brooklyn leader, whose name starts with ‘S’?”

“Hey-!”

“That ain’t a ‘no’!”

I scowl.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell!” he teases.

I now notice tha Bulls is still here...

Then Snyder, tha bastard himself, steps inta tha wagon! Crutchy sees an opportune moment, and asks tha policeman: “May I have the honors?” He then slams tha door shut.

“Say goodbye, Warden!” Denton says.

My jaw drops. “How?”

Crutchy points. “‘Cause of him!”

I follow to where he’s point’n and find tha governor, tha ‘cairrage hero himself: Teddy Roosevelt!

“Jack- It’s Teddy Roosevelt!” I gush.

“The governor is very grateful that you brought this to his attention,” Denton informs us. “I said you might need a life, he said he’d be glad to oblige.”

“So… could he drop me off at tha trainyards?” Jack asks.

My face falls. No- he can’t still… after all this…

“Santa Fe?” I ask nervously. I feel Spot come up behind me and grasp my hand.

“Yeah. You’s still com’n?” Jack asks hopefully.

Slowly, I shake my head. “I’m sorry Jack, but this-” I gesture to Spot and tha fellas “-this is my family, my Santa Fe. It took me a bit ta realize, but they’s don’t care if I’s a goil or not. As long as I got them, I’ll be happy here, no madder what.”

Jack nods. “I thought you’d say that. I’m happy for ya, Becs. But foist-” He gives Spot a stern look. “Ya break her heart, I break you. Ya hurt her, I kill you! Got it?”

“You have my word, Jackie boy. I don’t plan on do’n any of that.” Ta prove it, they do tha spit handshake. Jack then makes his way ova and climbs inta tha carriage, all tha while I’s forc’n back tears.

“Goodbye, Jack. Ride a horse for me, wouldya?”

As they drive off, I see Sarah also has tears in her eyes. I walk over and give her a tight hug. “I’m so sorry, Sarah. If I’da known he was leav’n-”

“No, it’s fine-” Sarah sniffs.

“No, it ain’t! No guy in their right mind should do that! He luvs ya, Sarah, he truly does!”

When tha carriage is oudda sight, tha circulation bell rings, and I go with Spot to buy papes.

“Thanks for stick’n with me, Beauty.” He squeezes my hand.

“You’s all tha adventure I need.” I lean in to kiss his cheek.

Spot’s POV

I truly is blessed, blessed ta have Rebecca in my life- possibly to stay. Just tha thought of spend’n a lifetime with her makes my thoughts go all dizzy. I can’t say I’s against it, but I’m gonna havta get used to Becca be’n around odda guys. When she went to hug Crutchy, I couldn’t help feel’n a tight feel’n in my chest. And now, Mush is dangl’n an arm on her...

“So, ya kissed?” Mush taunts. My jaw tightens.

But Becca don’t back down. “How ‘bout ya keep your nose where it’s supposed to be before it gets broken?” she threatens lightly. This helps me relax a little and smirk. This goil really is someth’n…

Rebecca’s POV

I look over and see Mush lean’n against a post, who begins to sing:

“Try Bottle Alley or the harbor.”

“Try Central Park, it's guaranteed,” Race joins.

“Try any banker, bum, or barber,” Crutchy adds.

“They almost all knows how to read,” Blink sings.

We all join in:

“Summer stinks and winter's waitin'

Welcome to New York!

Boy, ain't nature fascinating

When you's gotta walk?”

David’s tha foist in line, buy’n a hundred papes fer our new well-fought deal. But just when I’s about to pay, I hear a commotion behind me.

It’s Jack! Him and Teddy are come’n back!

I drop my papes and sprint. I leap up and tightly hug him. “Ya came back!”

“I couldn’t just leave my little sister behind, could I? After all, I did promise to look out fer ya, didn’t I?” He looks ova at David, who looks just as surprised. “How’s tha headline taday?”

David grins. “Headlines don’t sell papes, newsies sell papes!”

By now, Sarah’s made her way ova and has a big smile on her face. Before I know what’s go’n on, Jack leans in in and kisses her. Tha fellas hollar and tease, while I just smile and shake my head. Outta tha corner of my eye, I see a certain newsie sit’n in Roosevelt’s carriage.

“Whatchya do’n?” I rest my head on tha carriage, look’n over at Spot.

“Ride’n in style. Wanna join me?”

“Maybe some odda time. Right now I’s gonna make sure tha guys don’t tease Jack too much!”

He squeezes my hand, and I almost don’t wanna look away-

“I knew it!” Boots exclaims. “You’s with Spot!”

“What!?” Everyone yells.

“That true?” Specs asks me.

I nod with a big smile.

“Darn- I owe Race 2 bits.”

“First Jack’s kiss’n Sarah, now Becs is with Spot?” Snipeshooter asks, confused.

“Are ya sure…?”

“Do ya really luv him?”

“Does he really like ya?”

“You guys are cute togedda!”

“Fellas, fellas! Since when is my life yer gossip? Leave it be!” I throw my arms up. “And leave Jack be too!”

“Maybe…”

“So, Becca, are ya leav’n us?” Crutchy asks with wide eyes.

“No. I ain’t leav’n. I’s just gonna… drift around.” I look at Spot. “That good with you? Spend a night here, spend a night there?”

He shrugs. “As long as no odda guy’s tuck’n you in at night, I’s all for it.”

“Hey, we’s ain’t gonna be do’n that, Spot!” Race assures him.

“C’mon, fellas. Let tha luvboids be!” Mush begins to push everyone back.

I turn back ta Spot and smile. “Poifect. Would ya like me over today?”

“You’s welcome any time, Beauty. Just waltz on ova!”

“Alright. I’ll meet ya outside tha lodg’n house afta dark.”

“Are you, Rebecca Carlyle, finally gonna let me escort ya?” Spot puts a hand on my forehead. “Are ya feel’n ok?”

I stifle a laugh. “Go, run back to Brooklyn! Your guys are probably wonder’n where you’s at!”

Tha carriage pulls away. Spot waves to tha crowd, who wave back, and I can just make out a wink.

Spot’s POV

I get back to tha docks, and am already count’n tha minutes ‘till I get to see Becca again. Bucky immediately walks up.

“We won! Told ya we would!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’s wrong, you’s right.” I roll my eyes.

“So, didja see Kelly’s sista?”

“I did.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows, expect’n more. “And?”

“She said yes.”

“‘Yes’ ta what?”

“Me.”

Bucky’s eyes go wide. “Is- Is she yer goil now? By God, Spot Colon’s got himself a goil!” He raises his fists. “So, what’djya do?”

“Whadda ya mean? She saw me, she hugged me.”

“I’s ain’t ask’n what she did. I’s ask’n what you did.”

“I kissed her.”

“What!?”

“Shh! Keep it down, or Chance’ll have a fit!”

“Who cares? Spot Colon’s got a goil!” Bucky cheers again.

“What about Hazel and Red?” I ask.

“They’s didn’t count- they’s was too fancy for ya-!”

“Glad to know how ya see me,” I mudda.

“But Becs Kelly? Now she’s a doll I can see you’s stick’n with!”

“We’s just kissed, that’s all!” I scoff.

“She kiss ya back?”

“Yeah.” I grin at tha memory. “And I’s gonna see her again tonight. She’s stay’n here.”

Bucky holds up his hands. “Ya can be rest assured: nobody’s gonna give ya trouble tonight.”

“Thanks, Buck.”

“It ain’t everyday Spotty falls in love!”

“Can it, before I soak ya!” I threaten, but I’s still smil’n at tha thought of tonight...

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How Did We Get Here? (Splatoon)

Neither Three nor Eight knew how it happened, but it happened to both of them at the same time.

That little critical moment of staring into each other's eyes, seeing a confession but hearing nothing but ink rushing in their ears. The heavy heartbeats, the stammered words… a confession.

And then Three was standing outside Callie and Marie's shared apartment before they could even register what they had just done.

The Epic Highs And Lows Of Fighting For Your Life (Splatoon)

Neo had an okay life. It was a far stretch from perfect, and he'd never call it comfortable, but it was better than what some people had.

Life in Splats Valley was never comfortable, but you could have a tent, a campfire, a Stringer, and enough scrap to turn in so you could eat for the night. If you were really lucky, you'd have a friend or two to scavenge with.

Neo was alone, but he was fine with that. His tent only suited one anyway, and the five logs around his campfire were for retaining heat more than anything. His Stringer served him better than anyone else he bumped into. At least his Stringer didn't tell him to go back to the canyon he crawled out of, or hike up the meal prices whenever he was–

"Next in line!"

Is It A Double Date If It's At Your House? (Splatoon)

It was nearing 6 PM by now, and the smell of popcorn wafted through the apartment. Three had been busying themself with setting up bowls of snacks while Eight got the living room tidy. Afternoon sun shone on the buildings outside their windows, sending calm orange into the living room. The overhead light was turned off in favor of the large bendy lamp that sat next to the TV, and the only other light source came from the white LEDs by the bar, to light up the kitchen. Eight had finished vacuuming, and was now just chatting away with Pearl on her laptop to pass the time while— "This way!" A popcorn kernel clocked Eight in the back of the head. "Ow!" Eight jerked in her seat, whirling around to see Three with a cheeky smirk, leaned over the counter in the kitchen. "Three! What was that for?"

Three laughed and waved their arm to say come here! I've been trying to get your attention!

Thank You For Shopping At MakoMart (Splatoon)

Hello! Welcome to MakoMart!" An Inkling by the door greeted. "Hi!" Eight cheered back with a grin. Three just hummed and nodded as they pushed on with their cart. Even with an eyepatch and facemask covering most of their face, Eight could see the exhaustion in their remaining eye. She knew the time limit of thirty minutes was just so Three didn't lose their mind in the bright noisy supermarket.

warm like the riverside (Splatoon)

"Ouch..." Eight paused her fingers over the muddied skin on Three's neck. "I know it's hurting," she mumbled, "but it shouldn't get… infected." That was the word, right? Right. Three's affected eye squinted at her, their mouth quirked in thought. Then, they just snuffed out another, "Ouch." Eight knew that meant it still hurts, and I'm still going to complain. They didn't seem to like the bright overhead light, either, but it was just so Eight could see what she was doing.

arms tonite (Splatoon)

Plummeting. Falling. Spinning around in the air with nothing to catch her. In her arms, clutched to her chest with all the force she can muster, is a limp body with no hope of waking up. Through the tears, she watches their deaths come closer and closer. A churning lethal mix of red ocean water and black ink (or is it black water and red ink? It's hard to tell). There is no land in sight. She knows she's going to die. She knows there is no hope. She knows the girl in her arms will never wake up again, and the very thought of that last notion is what draws her final noise out of her throat; a broken sob, as she hugs the girl's head tighter to her chest.

Nightwalks (Canterwood Crest)

"I hope you know I hate everything about this.” Heather regarded Sasha with a cocked eyebrow she could hardly see. "Then why'd you come along?" Heather's arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her scowl as dark as the new moon above her and Sasha as they trekked through one of the school's many riding trails. A warm Autumnal breeze swept through the rustling trees, and the 63 degree weather tonight only called for a light jacket, but the temperature was the least of both of their concerns. Sasha scoffed, crossing her own arms. "Well, it's not like I could ignore you dragging me out of my dorm by the wrist."

white noise (CrownARG)

Stop moving, dammit. He stared at his trembling fingers laying flat on the countertop. Stop. Moving. No matter how many times he willed them to stop, his fingers shook. It was a tremor he'd noticed ever since he caught a moment to breathe, and one he couldn't stop noticing. Even when he clenched his hands into fists, even when he'd flap his arms and shake his wrists until they were sore, even when he had a million other things to focus on.

lips speak louder (better back together) (EmpiresSMP)

Something woke Katherine up, a touch. A gentle stroking of her cheek, the feeling of her head against something soft– definitely not the brittle Netherrack she collapsed upon. She woke up, but didn't open her eyes. She couldn''t find the strength to, between her parched throat and aching muscles. And then, at her lips, a cool running sensation dribbling down her chin and neck. Water? She dumbly thought. But I'm in the Nether. There's no water here. Am I—? She sucked in a breath too quickly, and paid the price with a coughing fit as water flew from her mouth. She shot up with a jolt, coughing and holding her throat as she worked herself into a sitting position.

drag me (outta my room) (EmpiresSMP)

Warm mornings were the most common for Joel. He doesn't mind being warm– in fact, he wouldn't rather be anything else. Sure, they'd have to kick off the blankets for it to be bearable, and wear only the thinnest of T-shirts and gym shorts, but in Joel's eyes those are the best pajamas.

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kanej lines i lose my mind over daily

He needed to tell her...what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he'd begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near. He needed to thank her for his new hat.

One minute he made her blush and the next he made her want to commit murder.

She smiled then, her cheeks red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again.

"You know I can do it, Kaz, and you know I’m not going to refuse. So why ask?” Because I’ve been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days.

“Why the net, Kaz?" Yes, why the net? Why something that could complicate the assault he'd planned on the silos and leave them twice as open to exposure? I couldn't bear to watch you fall.

What do you want, then? The old answers came easily to mind. Money. Vengeance. Jordie’s voice in my head silenced forever. But a different reply roared to life inside him, loud, insistent, and unwelcome. You, Inej. You.

Tell her to get out, a voice inside him demanded. Beg her to stay.

Speak, she begged silently. Give me a reason to stay. For all his selfishness and cruelty, Kaz was still the boy who had saved her. She wanted to believe he was worth saving, too.

He took a breath. “I want you to stay. I want you to … I want you.”

The truth was she’d tried to sneak up on Kaz plenty of times since then. She’d never managed it. It was as if once Kaz had seen her, he’d understood how to keep seeing her.

“I can hear the change in Kaz's breathing when he looks at you." "You... you can?" "It catches every time, like he's never seen you before."

His gaze found hers. He’d known she was there all along. Of course he had. He always knew how to find her.

Nina glanced from Inej to Kaz and saw they both wore the same expression. Nina knew that look. It came after the shipwreck, when the tide moved against you and the sky had gone dark. It was the first sight of land, the hope of shelter and even salvation that might await you on a distant shore.

“I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together—knives drawn, pistol blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”

It hurt to stand here like this, so close to the circle of her arms. It isn’t easy for me either. After all she’d endured, he was the weak one. But she would never know what it was like for him to see Nina pull her close, watch Jesper loop his arm through hers, what it was to stand in doorways and against walls and know he could never draw nearer. But I’m here now, he thought wildly.

“I’m not ready to give up on this city, Kaz. I think it’s worth saving.” I think you’re worth saving.

She’d laughed and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.

“Wait,” he said. The burn of his voice was rougher than usual. “Is my tie straight?” Inej laughed, her hood falling back from her hair. “That’s the laugh,” he murmured, but she was already setting off down the quay, her feet barely touching the ground.

She felt his knuckles slide against hers. Then his hand was in her hand, his palm was pressed against her own. A tremor moved through him. Slowly, he let their fingers entwine. For a long while, they stood there, hands clasped, looking out at the gray expanse of the sea.

#six of crows #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #crooked kingdom #soc #otp: i've been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days #parallels #they drive me insane

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bunkerbucky · 3 years

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Casual Sabotage *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Reader is hit with sex pollen. Except she doesn't crave her boyfriend, Steve Rogers. No, it's his best friend, Bucky Barnes, that she wants inside of her. Bucky, in the beginning, is a good bro and refuses. But due to the fact she sucks his dick so good he kinda, sorta, loses that restraint and just fucks her regardless of who she belongs to.

Rating: Explicit [+18]

Warnings: Sex pollen= Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Rough blow-job, rough oral-sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, breeding kink, size kink- Bucky has a big dick in this lmao, choking and biting kink, infidelity; Reader cheats on Steve.

TW: Dub-con- Reader is under sex pollen, so she actually cannot give consent and also because Bucky is so resistant in the beginning. It turns consensual on Bucky's part, he gives in to the temptation. But, obviously, reader is still influenced so... the lines are blurred.

Yourself and Bucky had searched the Hydra base from tippy-top to bottom. There was nothing out of the ordinary, which infuriated you a little. With the amount of recon work you both had to do, the long nights of watching the agents coming and going, you felt like you both deserved a small win, at least.

A long sigh escaped from your lips as Bucky's fingers typed furiously on the computers keyboard, a USB stick in hand just in case he found something exciting. Your arms were crossed over your chest, eyes scanning around the bases' security room, roaming the shelves and cabinets that held nothing of importance. A week of nothing, you wanted to cry.

"Hmm," Bucky low hum attracted your attention, "It says there's a basement to this building, we haven't checked that out." His steel eyes look over the screen and at you, you respond with a shrug of your shoulders. "We've got two hours before the cavalry arrives to pick us up, let's explore and see if we can obtain something to keep from Rogers from complainin'"

You giggle slightly at Bucky's comment, nodding in agreement with him. Steve would have a lot to say if you went back empty-handed, especially since he sent you both rather than himself. But you couldn't lie and say the thought of seeing Steve after so long didn't excite you. You had missed your boyfriend dearly, you weren't allowed on missions together since finally making things official. Work ethics and all that jazz.

Instead, you and Bucky had started to partner up, Steve didn't trust anyone but himself, and Bucky, to keep an eye out for you. Who better to watch over his best girl than his best friend, plus Bucky was your friend before you got with Steve.

"What if we go down there and there's a great, big monster waiting for us?" Sliding into the small elevator beside Barnes.

Bucky looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, "Then I'll be throwing you out as a distraction, so I can press the elevator door button to leave."

You both ended up laughing at his response, although when the doors finally did open and reveal a darkened basement layer... there was a moment of silence, you both side-eyeing one another at the lack of sound and movement.

Bucky stepped off first and the automatic lighting triggered him to pull his gun from its holster, his reflexes sharp and fast. You step off and follow Bucky down the hall towards double doors, the room through those doors was abandoned and huge. Desks with old computers, all smashed and out of use. Stacks of files and paper scattered on desks and the floor. Despite the mess, it all looks really promising, there had to be something amongst the chaos.

You both separate to cover more ground, you only had a limited time before you had to leave. You looked through paper and files, shuffling through stacks of meaningless bullshit. Hydra certainly kept a record of everything, including all the worthless crap. You wondered if they actually printed this stuff to lead you guys on wild goose chases like this, to make sure you were distracted with searching for something important amongst all their bullshit.

You ended up in the far back of the room, a small desk area had random empty vials littered across it. Files labelled in Russian, that you couldn't translate very well.

"Hey, Buck," You called over your shoulder as you lifted an empty vial, a cork tightly shoved in the top; curious. "Think I might've found something."

The vial itself was black, not black liquid, the vial was just black. It didn't feel weighted, it didn't feel like anything was moving inside of it. So, curiosity got the best of you because you yanked the cork off the vial. Black smoke puffed out and into your face causing you to inhale and go into a coughing fit. Waving your arms in front of your face, coughing at the inhalation of whatever was inside that vial.

It smelt like... old leather, peppermint toothpaste and...something else, like a deep musk. Odd.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bucky suddenly appeared at your side, a hand placed on your back and eyeing you with concern. He then grabbed the vial from your hand, it was clear and no longer black. "What happened?"

Your coughing had subsided, you felt fine. "I think there was some kind of smoke or whatever in there, I don't know. The black stuff just burst out, I was stupid-"

"Damn, right." Bucky looked mad, which was a given. "Hydra is known for making gas poisons, Y/N. That was a rookie move, never open strange vials." He didn't sound too mad at you, a little more concerned and worried.

You nodded, frowning when feeling the back of your neck sweating. You felt... hot. A sweat was taking over your body, your mouth was getting dry and your mind was going fuzzy. Bucky hadn't noticed, his eyes cast down to the Russian files on the desk, his hand flipping through the old pages and taking the information in with wide eyes. You briefly wondered if whatever is written in that file had anything to do with that vial.

"Fuck," Bucky muttered.

"What?" Your throat was scratchy, your breathing was becoming laboured and your palms were sweaty.

You didn't feel hot, though. You didn't feel sick either.

"Well, I'm guessing whatever was in that vial was... to put it plainly, sex pollen. It makes the patient unable to think of anything but sex, all they want and all they feel is lust. It's basically either used to breed or on prisoners- the pain of not getting off thoroughly enough can lead to the patient taking extreme measures: death." He shakes his head, you don't notice the horrified look In his eyes at the thought of maybe it being used on him when under Hydra's control. "You're likely fine, though."

"I wouldn't be so sure," You managed to gasp out, your thighs squeezing together and eyes closed, you wanted to feel embarrassed but you couldn't. "My head is spinning and, fuck, I need to get this off. I feel too hot, I'm burnin' up." Clawing at the collar of your own tact suit, your hands were shaking and you couldn't bring yourself to look at Bucky.

You wanted to look at him though. You knew he was standing close to you because you could smell him, he smelt like the black smoke did. He smelt delicious, intoxicating in the best way. God, you wanted him so badly. You needed him.

"It's going to be okay, Y/N. I promise, we'll get you back to Steve and he can-"

You shook your head and finally pulled the zipper down of your jacket, shrugging the bulletproof material off your shoulders.

"Need you." You managed to mumble out, lifting your gaze to Bucky, who was frowning and shaking his head. "Please, Buck. I need you! I can feel my skin crawling and-I'm in so much pain, please." Your voice a mix between a whine and beg.

"I can't- you're not thinking properly. Steve will be here soon and he can help you, he's your boyfriend, remember?"

You pulled the black, tight sleeved henley from your body and let it drop to the floor, it covered in sweat. You're standing in a sports bra and tact pants, chest heaving as you try to intake gulps of oxygen from your panting. Even with half your clothes off you still felt sweat bead and drip down your skin.

"I can't wait that long," You sniffled but no tears forming. "Please, I want you-I've always wanted you. You read the file, I'm going to die!"

Bucky continued to shake his head. "I won't do that Steve. It says that it took a couple of hours till that point, Steve'll be here soon and I'll explain to him what happened."

You groaned painfully, shaking your own head now. Not understanding why he couldn't just help you now. You were in immense pain and the throbbing heat in your core wasn't letting up.

You didn't want Steve to help you. You didn't need Steve to help you, it wasn't just because he wasn't here. You wanted Bucky. The smell of him, the heat radiating off his body when it was close to yours. You craved for him to touch you, to fuck you. You were sure the moment he touched you that the pain would ease, the flames that were consuming you would simmer down.

And you were certain that he wanted you too.

Taking the initiative you moved closer to Bucky, the short hairs on the back of your neck were drenched in sweat, you could feel it drip down your back. You placed a hand softly on his metal arm, the cool vibranium instantly cooling you down. Bucky let out a shaky breath and looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together as he took in your features. You were sure you could see the fight in his eyes, he wanted to help you. To touch you.

It was frustrating that he wasn't giving in. That he wasn't falling to his desires.

"I won't tell Steve, I promise." You whispered and pressed a kiss to his collar, inhaling his scent and shuddering when it filled your senses. He wasn't pushing you away, but he also wasn't giving in to touching you back. "It can be our little secret. I know you'll make me feel really good, he won't be able to help me like you can."

Her other hand trailed down his chest and stopped at his belt, Bucky was too busy telling her everything he had already been saying. Telling you how you love Steve and Steve loves you. It would break Steve's heart if he found out about this talk from you if he knew what you were saying to Buck. You didn't care, not right now anyway. You had always found Bucky attractive and before getting with Steve you had entertained the thought of Bucky, but he was just getting back his life. A relationship seemed too much for him, well that's what you thought.

You didn't settle for Steve, that was never the case. You love Steve, you know that. But, right now, here with Bucky, you knew that he'd be able to help you with this- more than Steve could. Steve was a peaceful lover, an attentive one. You needed this illness fucked out of you- at least, that's what your hazy brain was telling you.

Your hand slipped under his belt, a wide grin taking over your face at Bucky's shock, words choking out as you wrapped a hand around his dick. A sense of pride coming over you as he began to get hard in your hand, a few quick jerks as started to undo his pants with your free hand. Bucky was stunned into silence and compliance, unable to stop you just from the fact he hadn't been touched like this in a while.

He came to his senses when you noticed you get to your knees, his pants undone and pulled down his muscular thighs. Bucky slapped your hands away and tries to pull his pants back up, but you were putting up quite the fight. You roughly pushed him back, he ended up falling to the ground due to his pants restricting his movements. In the moments he fell down and was trying to figure out what happened, you had pulled down his boxers and gulped dryly at his semi-hard length.

"You're so big," You mumbled before wrapping your lips around the tip, a loud groan echoed through the room from Bucky.

You could feel him growing inside of your mouth as you tried to take more of him down, slobbering up his dick and licking around the shaft. Pulling off to run your tongue around the veins and down to his balls, gently suckling them into your mouth as you jerked his length till it was fully standing erect. You smirked to yourself at all of the noises Bucky was making, a hand being placed on your hair- which normally you hated Steve's hand in your hair, but you'd allow Bucky this time.

"Fuck my throat," spit was around your mouth and down your chin, "fuck my throat with your big cock."

Bucky's eyes were wide and lust-filled, there was still a hesitancy from him. A dilemma going on in that head of his, so you wrapped your lips around his cock again and started to slowly take him down. He was bigger than Steve, so much bigger, but that only spurred you on. You wanted him to roughly fuck your throat, you wanted to feel him at the back of your throat even after this.

You felt both his hands on your head... he started to push your head further down, the tip hit the back of your throat and you still hadn't taken all of him. He started to ease past your limitations, your eyes filled with tears as he stuffed your mouth impossibly full. Your lips stretched wide around his girth, he could feel your throat constrict around him and the slight gag you couldn't help because of how far he was down your throat.

"Fuck, so good." Bucky groaned lowly, eyes completely black and bottom lip trapped between his teeth. You knew your panties were soaking, a slickness collecting on your thighs as you rubbed them together, the flimsy material of your underwear was sticking to you and making you rub yourself just to alleviate the friction. "I'll deal with your pussy in second, right now I'm going to fill this hole up."

It was like Bucky snapped, the trepidation he was feeling before was long gone. It was now replaced with this new Bucky, and you loved him.

He wasn't merciful when he started to thrust in and out of your mouth, his balls were slapping against your chin harshly. The grip in your hair was harsh as he pushed and pulled your head to meet his hard thrusts, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as he basically skull fucked you. Loud gagging sounds, your throat squeezing his cock as you fought for air, he only eased up when you looked like you were going to pass out. It was seconded worth of air before he repeated his onslaught, spit and cum was dribbling down your chin and onto your chest and sportsbra. Bucky kept his eyes on you, it made you shiver how he was looking at you.

Bucky didn't warn you when he was about to cum, instead, he held your head down, almost shoving his entire cock down your throat as loads of his cum spurted out and shot straight down your throat into your tummy. You hardly tasted his cum because of how far he was down your throat. He groaned as he came, swallowing thrusting his hips into your mouth as he milked his orgasm. He pulled you off his cock, it was still hard, thankfully.

He helped pull you to your feet then undressed you, roughly pulling the sports bra off your chest and yanking your pants down your legs. He ripped your panties to shreds and let the tattered pieces fall to the floor, his hungry gaze took in your shaking, naked form. Your thighs were glistening from your arousal and it was still leaking from your pussy, hardly any attention to it made you needy and wishing to be stuffed full.

"Turn around." The authority in his voice made you shiver.

You turned around and felt Bucky place a hand on your shoulder, bending you over the desk where you found the vial. The pieces of paper clinging to your sweaty skin and making you keen into his touch more. He kicked your feet further apart, a hand tickling the insides of your thighs and collecting your sweet juices. Expecting to feel fingers prodding around your entrance, instead, you felt a firm tongue lick from clit to fluttering hole, it dipping inside and collecting the juices wanting to leak out of you.

Your mouth fell open into a silent scream, his tongue was exploring so far into your pussy, his hands gripped your cheeks apart so he could push further inside of you. Tongue fucking you so roughly and expertly, your eyes almost went crossed out from the feeling. You didn't know you could be tongue fucked this good, but Bucky just lived to prove you wrong. The slurping sounds and moans from the man behind you, he lifted and bent your knee to rest on the table; opening you up further for his trained tongue.

"You're gonna have to let me have a taste of this everyday from now on, baby." Bucky groaned against your pussy, mouth closing around your clit as he sucked harshly, your mouths drowning out his own. "Taste so good," the tip of his tongue running figure eights on your engorged clit.

Bucky must've stayed between your legs for minutes, but it felt like hours. He pulled two back-to-back orgasms from you, only using his tongue. When he was done eating your pussy, he stood up and draped himself over your back, an arm wrapping around your neck as he breathed heavily into your ear. You could feel his cock nudge up against your pussy, sliding and coating himself in your juices.

"You ready for me?" You whined your response, trying to push yourself back against him but his arm tightened around your throat- not restricting your airflow. "Think your little pussy can take my dick, dolly?" You nodded in a rush, needing it inside of you otherwise you was going to die. "I've got you," The tip nudges against your entrance and began to push inside, the stretch was painful but welcoming. "Daddy's got you."

Your pussy fluttered around his length, the more he pushed his thick length in the more you moaned. He wasn't even half-way in when you started to babble about how he was too big for you, how he wouldn't fit inside of you. That only made Bucky want to prove you wrong, want to prove that you were made to take him. He started to thrust shallowly, rocking his length in and out of you, impaling you on him more whenever he pushed forward.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he stopped and remained inside of your tight, heat for a moment. Relishing in the way you were split open around his cock, your walls were spasming around him and he was having a hard time not cumming on the spot. You felt so tight, so warm and wet around him, suddenly envious that Steve got to have you all the time. But he was planning on ruining you, to make sure the next time you fucked Steve it wouldn't feel as good.

He was going to fuck you so hard, so deep that you'd be wishing Steve was this big.

"Hang on, baby." That was the only warning you got.

Bucky started to pummel inside of you, his thrusts were hard and fast, his cock was kissing your cervix. You really could only just lay there and take it, your mouth open as moans were ripped from you, eyes rolling back as he kept impaling his girth inside of you. He was hitting spots so deep you knew you'd be feeling him for days afterwards, you'd be walking with limp and sore, it was worth it.

The way he was fucking you, it was as if he had something to prove.

The sound of skin slapping skin, his grunts and groans right beside your ear. His arm around your neck, clenching and cutting your airflow off at times, had you cumming within seconds and he still didn't let up. He didn't stop and fucked you through your third orgasm.

Your mind was starting to come down from the pollen, the pain and fever you were feeling had gone. Replaced now with pleasure and pain, a mix you didn't think you were into but now couldn't get enough of. All you could think and feel was Bucky Barnes. This was no longer the effects of the pollen anymore, this was pure you and riding on the afterglow of Bucky fucking you like you needed.

"Harder." You mumbled through heavy pants, tilting your head to look at him over your shoulder.

A smirk crossed his features, metal arm holding your hip in a bruising grip. Complying with your order and snapping his hips hard into your heat, grinding his hips against yours before pulling back out and repeating. It causes your back to arch, pressing your pussy back against his thrusts with little mewls leaving your lips.

"Kiss me." You plead breathlessly.

Bucky doesn't falter with that demand either. Draping himself over your body again and pressing his plump lips against yours, the kiss is far more gentle than his thrusts, but it still has you moaning against him. He was kissing you like you was fragile, yet fucking you like you were some kind of sex toy that he was using just to jerk off into. It was making your head spin and your pussy needy for more.

"You gonna come again?" Bucky chuckled against your ear, you nodded sharply and cried in pleasure when he bit your shoulder, cumming on the spot when his teeth dug into your flesh. "Mm'good girl." He mumbled as he licked at the tender spot, you could feel his hips stuttering their pace.

"Cum in me." You grinned and he cursed lowly, eyes squeezing shut. "Want you to fill me up, daddy. Fuckin' fuck a baby into me, fill me up."

The arm around your neck was pulled away, hand splaying across your back as he started to thrust into you in tight, fast and hard thrusts. Using your body to seek his own pleasure now, you were biting your lip at the thought of him filling you up. Not even caring if he actually did knock you up, you needed his cum inside of you.

Bucky found his end after a few careful thrusts, warm ropes of his seed filling you up and then some, he filled you up so much that it started to seep out around his cock. He groaned at the mess he made inside of you, he carefully pulled out of your abused cunt to see your hole clenching, trying to keep his creamy load inside of yourself. He had to look away because if he kept staring he'd get hard again, he didn't think you could take another round or load.

You remained bent over the desk and trying to catch your breath, his human hand was rubbing comforting circles on your back. Before you or Bucky could say something a buzzing sound captured both of your attention, it was coming from Bucky's pant pocket. He left you to retrieve his phone, eyes scanning over the device for a moment before he looked at you.

"Steve is waiting at the extraction point for us," You nodded mutely and you both got dressed in mutual silence.

He helped you to look presentable, ignoring the fingerprint bruise on your hip and the obvious bite mark on your shoulder. You were unsure how to explain any of that to Steve, you were also unsure how to explain what happened to Bucky. Obviously, you had still had those feelings for him, right? Otherwise, you would have been able to wait for Steve, it was like all sense of self-control had left you and only Bucky remained in your mind.

As you both left the base in awkward silence, treking the five miles towards the extraction zone, you wondered if you would have craved for Bucky if you was with Steve. If after all this time it was Bucky and not Steve you wanted.

All you knew was that Bucky had ruined you. You could still feel the impression of him inside of you, the way he had so deliciously stretched you open and impaled you on him. The way he had roughly fucked your throat like it was nothing but a hole to get off into. He had fucked you, in more ways than one.

(Please, let me know what you think! I’m also taking requests too! Honestly, kinda wanna write a part 2 where Reader tries to have sex with Steve but fakes her orgasm just to go to Bucky... I’m a bad person, I just think Bucky would be better than Steve tbh lol~ Lilith)

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x y/n #Bucky Barnes x female reader #steve rogers x reader

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shans-writings · 2 years

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"Let's be pathetic together" and any (or all) of the LOV!

Let's be pathetic together

Have you ever thought about what would come after the ending of the war?

The answer is: the newest, improved flu.

“I want to smash my head against the wall.”

Dabi is sitting in the far corner of the room, naked from the waist up, eyes closed and head tilted up as if he was staring at the ceiling.

“Great plan, no head no pain,” Tomura hears Toga giggling to Spinner's comment, “except we need our heads to be alive.”

More than a few pair of eyes turned to him at that, staring at Tomura laying on his side, rolled in blankets so he can't possibly move. Or in this case, feel the cold air of the room that Dabi has failed to warm, since he can't use his quirk at all. And even if he could, Spinner thinks, he would be too occupied sneezing and setting things on fire.

“I can't live without a head either,” a chorus of dissapointed owws has him rolling his eyes with more annoyance than disbelief, “and I've been told this is a common sickness nowadays. Deku mentioned it'll be gone in a week. It is harder for us due our lack of vaccines. That's it.”

Another chorus of murmurs comes, followed by a collective, loud grumbling when they all try to change their positions and remember to how everything, everything aches.

“I can't stand a week of this,” Toga has her legs up the wall, baggy pajamas pants pooling in a funny way down her knees, “I'm gonna die. My fangs are gonna fall down and I'm gonna become toothless and ugly. Ochako-chan will never love me back.”

“The last part you got it right,” Tomura is about to correct Dabi when he sees a shoe taking off.

Needless to say, it lands well between Dabi's eyes, with Toga triumphantly turning the other way to make herself a smaller target as Dabi returns the flying shoe, which smashes against the wall.

“Kids,” Kurogiri starts. The tone doesn't help at all and Tomura watches with wonder as the shoe slides down the wall and falls on Spinner. “Don't.”

Well, who says one can't have fun in prison?

The room was equipped for them five months ago, when they got officially allowed to wear more comfortable clothes, along with having more normal furniture. Now there are beds and a shared bathroom, there are rugs lining down on the floor, pillows and board games, a tiny TV with some videogames. It was a really big reward for their good behavior, bought and brought by the UA kids and All Might himself.

The first time they went into that prison, they did it separated, staying that way for some long years. Their quirks were totally restricted and they didn't know anything at all about the others. In isolation, they crawled their own ways back.

Only a psychiatrist was allowed at first, one that would work with them until it was okayed and cleared that they were mentally stable enough. Tomura had laughed, wondering what standards they were using.

“Yours,” his laugh had died in front of the soft smile of his psychiatrist, “society is redeeming itself in this room too, Tomura.”

Curious thing was, they did care about him. About them. After some months, he started receiving visits from Deku, asking how was he feeling, how were they treating him, what did he need, how could he help. He only retorted his first attempts with silence or bitter comments, but at some point the isolation became— too much. He started to feel raw under the scrutiny of the psychiatrist and he thought that if society was in fact trying to make things better this time, even if the damage couldn't be undone or reversed, Tomura wondered if maybe they could stop hurting so much in the future. They were seeing them, weren't them? Seeing them as they were, seeing the pain and the sorrow, and they were trying to make something out of it instead of answering with only violence.

They —the League— started cooperating. It helped that no one wanted a suicidal Dabi or that Tomura really wanted his sanity back. All of them wanted to be out, to get back their independence. They wanted Toga to taste a life worth living, a world where Spinner was not constantly feeling like an outsider. They wanted to see Compress walk again, to sit down and drink with Kurogiri.

The words slide off Tomura's tongue before he can help it.

“Let's be pathetic together.”

He sees them react, slowly. He thinks about how much they had to endure in order to win back the right to be together in that room. He glances at the spots where Twice and Magne should be, looks at the door for a second wondering about Giran and Mustard, Machia and the rest.

“When we get out,” Tomura continues, sure that they will see the light of the sun again.

Dabi huffs, nonchalant.

After a bit, Spinner laughs. Lightly.

“I thought that was what we were doing all along.”

There's a quietness in the room, young and fresh, a blossoming of some sort. And then someone sneezes.

“What about being pathetic now? ” Dabi cries a little, rubbing his eyes and making a face at his next sneeze. “I might be dying.”

“I don't want a corpe in our room.”

Toga twistes her nose, but she gets closer to Tomura, fumbling with the blankets until they are sharing.

“Tomura-kun, you stole the best spot of the room!”

To his horror, Toga's words are enough for the rest to start making their way to him. Spinner is visibly shuddering, so he is willing to host him if only for that. However, it is Dabi's smirk that worries him. His gonna kick his guts if he tries as much as to leave them to suffer without blankets.

“Stay back,” Tomura's order echoes with little force. He can't speak correctly with his stuffed nose and the hotness of his saliva filling his mouth.

“Boss, c'mon. Don't be greedy now. You look so comfy, ain't it right to share?”

Spinner is barely climbing up the bed when Toga screeches, gluing to Tomura's side. There's a freezing breeze coming from the spot Spinner opened on their cover of blankets. Tomura grits his teeth and his eyes turn dark. He moved just fine during the war, even with a ruined body. Somehow, this sickness is worst than any of that. Or he's getting weak. Whatever it is, he can't afford to move. He's too tired and it aches.

“Tomu!”

There's a little battle for the blankets, one he is trapped inside. They kick and move and arrange their limbs, Kurogiri teleporting the rest of the blankets on the room to them. At last, they are a giant monster of multiple heads with a soft body of fabric, dangerously balanced over one bed.

Wait.

“Don't m—”

Before he can finish his sentence, they hear a terrible squeak. And then the fucking bed, with all of them feeling already miserable over it, falls to the ground in a tiny earthquake and rises a chorus of swears and complains, full of I'll kill you all and Please do and This is your fault.

And then Toga starts giggling and a bubble of laughter builds in Tomura's own throat. They all laugh and cough when it hurts them and arrange themselves once more, legs over legs and heads on stomachs or arms, lying down together.

“At least now we have a bed capable of breaking.”

Tomura thinks with affection that they are, indeed, pathetic.

#Shan's asks #Shan's writings #Shan's.writing #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha oneshots #Tomura Shigaraki #Dabi #Spinner #Toga himiko #Kurogiri #Touya Todoroki #Toya Todoroki #Tenko Shimura #Iguchi Shuichi

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luimagines · 3 years

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Hey, could we get the boys kissing the reader please?

Masterlist

Absolutely!

If the reader gets to give the boys kisses, it's only fair that they get kisses in return!

Fair warning, these are more or less platonic.

Content under the cut!

Twilight

“Twilight I think I died.” You blurt out one day.

Twilight stops what he was doing and tilts his head on your direction. “Run that by me again?”

“This is all a dream isn’t it?” You gulp and pull your hair a bit to feel something. “Did I die? Am I dying? How do I know you’re real?”

Twilight pauses and puts his things down. He walks toward you and puts his hands on your shoulders. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“Before I met you, I got hurt...bad... And I had a dream.” You say.

Twilight then bends down and kisses you nose.

The action stuns you and you blink in an attempt to process the absurdity of it.

“Did that ever happen in your dream?” Twilight bites his lip to keep himself from smiling. This was supposed to be serious- you might have been having a crisis.

“No?” You answer with a small child like shake to your head.

“Then you’re not dreaming.” Twilight answers simply.

“Is that how that would work?” You reply.

“Do you want it to?”

“Yes.” You nod and walk with Twilight to help him out with his earlier chores. “I don’t like thinking of the alternative.”

“It’s you’re dreaming I’m sure our group is more than wiling to find ways to induce your awakening.”

“Like what?”

“Throw you off a cliff? Set you on fire? Get the cuccos nice and angry-”

“I’ll take your method over that thank you very much.”

Wind

“It can’t be that bad.” You roll your eyes and put your hand son your hips. “Why do you hate it so much?”

“It’s the principle of the thing.” Wind explained. “If I went back home and they found out I did this, I would never be able to live it down.”

“Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?” You ask instead with a teasing grin on your lips.

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Please don’t make me.” Wind whines. “I’d do anything.”

“If it’s any consolation, it’s not my idea either.” You sigh and cross your arms instead. “But the faster we do it the faster we can get it over with. It’s not like we have to talk about it ever again.”

“No please-” Wind gets onto his knee, saying your name and crawling to you that way. “-You’re my last hope. Don’t let this be the end of it.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic.”

Wind grabs your hands places a clumsy kiss on your fingers as he pleads. “Can’t it be anyone else? Please! Please, please please please please!”

“Oh my goodness! OK! I’ll go talk to Time and Twilight and see if we can get Legend to do it or something.”

“Yeeees.”

Hyrule

“My everything hurts.” You whined and rolled over, grasping your side in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure there. “Was I stabbed? I feel like I was stabbed.”

“You were, in fact, not stabbed.” Hyrule kneels by your side and lifts your hand to access the wounded area a bit better. “But you did land really harshly on the rock below us. So try to take it easy for a minute, ok? We’ll have you fixed up in no time.”

“Who is this we you speak of?” You sigh as the pain lessens and take a deep breath, trying to sit yourself up. “I just see you.”

“Yeah, Wild is on his way over, so it’s about to be we.” Hyrule snickers.

“I see... Thank you ‘Rulie.” You smile a bit and loosen up your muscles. “How did I even fall to begin with?”

“Bad bomb placement.”

“Ah.” You say, as if that answers your question. “Well that explains everything then.”

Hyrule looks up at you and sees your face. “You’ll be ok.”

“I mean I hope so.” You shrug and Hyrule leans in to place a small kiss on your forehead.

“Wha-”

“Magic enhancer. Good for one extra minute of healing time.”

“You’re a dork.”

“You love it.”

Warrior

“I hate this.” You groaned as you walked through the dungeon. “Why are we here again?”

“Because we have a mission to clear the darkness and this is a hotspot. We clear this area and then we can move on to the next until we’re all done.” Warrior shrugs, fully understanding the sentiment but not wanting to ruin his reputation.

“This suuuuucks.”

“I knoooow.” He snickers.

“You’re making fun of me but I know you feel the same way.” You tilt your head back and look at him by shifting your eyes.

“Yeah but you don’t see me complaining.”

You groan louder in response, purely out of spite at this point and shove him slightly by the shoulder.

“Is there anything I can do to make it better?” Warrior asked teasingly.

“I want a sick prize at the end.”

“I can wager in a kiss.”

“Not from you.”

“No?” Warrior laughs louder and spin on his heel, walking backwards as he talks to you just a little ways ahead from where you are. “Am I not worth enough?”

“I have only the highest of standards.” You deadpan.

“I’ll have you know that my kisses are completely worth it.” Warrior twirls his hand upwards for fan fair.

“Doubt it.”

“I’ll prove it.”

“Doubt it.” You grin.

Warrior rolls his eyes but lets you catch up to him before leaning over suddenly and kissing on your hair line.

“Cheap shot.” You snort and push him away. “You’ll have to do harder than that. I bet the prize at the end is cooler anyway.”

“Tough crowd.”

Time

“Time, would you be a dear and help me out with one little thing?” You called out, fighting one of the knots that kept your bag to Epona’s side but Twilight was no where to be found so it’s not like he could help you.

Time looked up and saw you struggling with the bag and the rope that held it in place. An amused smile crossed his face and he got up to make his way over to you.

You huff and stomp your foot when it refuses to let go just in time as the man himself makes it to your side. “What seems to be the problem?”

“I can’t get my bag out!” You whine. “Twilight does such ridiculous knots and I can’t figure it out.”

“Let me see.” Time rolls his eye and steps into your space, checking at the problem in front of him.

It was way more complicated than Time would think Twilight would purposefully do. It looked staged.

Luckily he knows his pup well and managed to get it untangled with seconds.

“How?” You frown and pout. “How did you do that? I thought I would have needed to get my knife or Legend to get rid of the spell.”

“Twilight doesn’t like spells or magic in general.” Time smirks and sees the opportunity in front of him.

You reach out your hand to take the bag with a sigh. “Yeah, yeah I know. Thank you, I was getting frustrated.”

Time grabs your hand with his free hand, bringing it up his lips and places a kiss on your knuckles. “A hero’s work is never done.”

“A-ah.” You blush with wide eyes. “Right.”

Wild

“I have no idea where to go from here.” Wild sighs and places his hands on his hip, keeping the wooden spoon angled away from his clothes.

“What’s up? Need help?” You stand up and walk toward him.

“The stew needs something. But I don’t know what.” Wild huffs and chews on his lips as he thinks.

“Salt?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?” He picks up his slate and takes the rock out, chipping small pieces off before stirring to dissolve it.

He brings the wooden spoon to his lips to taste it but he doesn’t seem satisfied with the result. “It’s better but not enough.”

“Can I try?” You offer and move closer to the pot.

He sighs and gives you the spoon with a bit of the broth. It’s delicious as expected but he’s right. A bit lackluster.

You smack your lips together and move it around on your tongue and try to figure it out. “Maybe Goron spice? Not enough to feel obviously but anything spicy tends to heighten existing flavors.”

Wild thinks about it before going through with your suggestion. He stirs for a hot minute before his eyes light up at the taste.

He spin to you with enough force to startle you, but before you can move away he grab your face with his hands and brings you forward giving you a whopping kiss onto your forehead. “That’s just what it needed. Thank you!”

You wobble for a moment when he pushy you away but you smile regardless. “You’re welcome.”

Legend

“And here we have the best of the rest, Mr. Fancyprance Mcfickle Bottom.” Legend knelt to the ground after speaking and place a kiss on the back of your hand.

“I take it back. We’re doomed. We’re never going to be able to sneak into the gala.” You lament and take your hand out of his gasp.

“How dare you doubt my acting skills.”

“Can you at least try to take this seriously?” You stress. “This is a big moment for the kingdom, if one thing goes wrong tonight, we’re all going to pay the price.”

“It’s not like any one going to die if we don’t do well toni-”

“Did you not read the note?” Your stare widens. “I can’t believe you. There’s going to be an assassination attempt. It’s why we’re even going to begin with!”

Legend pauses as he considers your words before sobering up and standing taller. “Alright. From the top. This is what we have to do.”

“Thank you.”

Four

“Ok, I have no idea where you’re taking me, but it better be good because I’m a lot less graceful when I’m blindfolded.” Four said over his shoulder as you guided him through the underbrush.

“Just trust me.” You grin. “You’re going to love it.”

“I hope so.”

You giggle and continue to push him ahead. “Ok, wait here I’ll be right back. Don’t take it off just yet.”

“You are so lucky I trust you.”

“Good.” You dash off and grab a small parcel that was hidden in a hollow tree truck.

You run back to him and pull his hand in front of him, placing it gently on top of his palms. “There. Open your eyes and open the box.”

Four grips the wrapping and takes the blindfold off with one hand. “What is it?”

“A gift silly!”

“Ok, yeah, but what’s inside?”

“Open it and find out!”

He smiles and gently rips the paper that covering the little box, eyes widening as he recognizes the design within. “How did you get this?”

“I save up for it. It’s a thank you.” You bite you lip and take a small step back. You’re beginning to feel a little flustered by his reaction even if you think you have no reason to be.

Four drops the paper wrapping and opens the box. “You got me this?”

“Yes. I thought we established this.”

Four beams and doesn’t even open the box all the way before he runs at you and practically tackles you over. “Thank you!”

“You’re wel-”

Four take the breath to plant a big ol’ smooth on your cheek, silencing anything else you were going to say.

“Thank you thank you thank you!”

It’s the happiest you’ve seen him.

You can’t even get your thoughts together before he give you another hug and dashes away from you to enjoy his gift.

Or brag about it to the others.

You wanted to avoid that, which is why you brought him all the way out here beyond the camp...but you can never really tell what he’s going to do next.

You smile regardless and touch the spot on your cheek.

At least he likes it.

Sky

“I have no idea how you do this Sky.” You gulp and lean over marginally over the edge. “I hate free falling. How is this a fun thing to do?”

“It’s not so bad when you can trust your loftwing to catch you.”

“I don’t have a loftwing. You keep using that word and I have no idea what you mean.”

“You’ll be fine anyway. The water will catch you.”

“That’s not remotely as reassuring as you think it is.”

“You’re over thinking it. Stop thinking.” Sky laughs a little as he gets closer to you.

“Easier said than done.”

“Trick yourself then.”

“How?”

“A distraction would be a good start.” Sky hums.

“And how to suppose I distract myself?” You deadpan.

Sky shrugs before leaning over and giving you a kiss on the cheek. It stuns you enough that freeze on your spot and Sky takes the opportunity to spin you around by your shoulders and promptly shoves you off of the cliff side.

He dives in right after you when he sees your head pop out of the surface, laughing as he goes.

#linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #oof #Legend's is short #I'm so sorry #same with Sky #linked universe

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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Tease

Wanted to try a male reader for once and i really enjoyed writing this :) One of my favs dare I say. Have fun!

Warning: 18+

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„You said you didn‘t want it!“ Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defense when you threw the empty chocolate pack at him.

„I was being polite!“ You protested, „Posh boys like you should know that!“

Sirius‘ eyes narrowed and he threw the pack at your head this time. „I am not a posh boy, fucker. You better fucking kiss my feet or I will-“

You tackled him with a cry, hitting his face repeatedly with a pillow. Your body jerked on top of his rhythmically, which either meant that he was laughing or chocking to death. And you really hoped it be the latter.

„Don‘t you fucking dare asshole! You promised not to bring it up!“

His next words came out muffled from underneath the soft fabric, which began to feel not so soft, considering that you were pressing pretty hard. Sirius started to panic and yelled out a „Help! Help! I‘m dying!“

You felt strong arms wrap around your stomach and drag you away from your murder mission.

„Let me go! He needs to die!“

James was laughing so hard at Sirius‘ horrified face that even he had trouble keeping you at bay.

„This is bullying! I‘ll tell Minnie! You fucking lutanic!“

„Minnie doesn‘t care about your sob story, she would be delighted to find out I killed you before she could with all of your missing homework!“

Sirius barreled towards you with a battle cry, but James threw you to the side, effectively blocking the tackle with his body. Sirius must have aimed to hurt you a little, because James fell down with an painfully loud thud.

„Bloody hell, Pads. That bloody hurt.“ James groaned, rubbing his ribs soothingly.

Sirius scrambled up and helped his friend off the ground, throwing you a dark look. You sneered at him, sitting down on the bed farthest away. James grinned at his friend, mouth opening to make fun of him.

„How could he hold you down like that? He‘s smaller than you!“

Sirius huffed, blushing a little with embarrassment and he turned away, presumably to hide his red cheeks. „He had an advantage. I was being strangled, mind you.“

„Strangled my ass“ you said under your breath and crossed your arms petulantly. „He made fun of me. Again!“

James raised a brow in amusement, eyes flickering towards you and you groaned when you saw his expression. Here we go.

„Is it about a certain wolf?“

Sirius turned around so fast you heard his ankles crack and moved to stand next to his friend, delighted to have him at his side and chuckled. Your scowl darkened and you got up, trying to push though your friends to leave.

„Fuck off, both of you. I‘m leaving.“

Sirius stopped laughing and raised his hands in defeat. „Oh come on, don‘t be ridiculous, we‘re only taking a piss mate.“

Your mouth fell open to hurl more curses at him when you saw Remus appear behind the two boys and clamped your mouth shut again. Fuck, was your hair alright? You secretly smoothed it over, glaring at James when he wiggled his brows suggestively.

„Alright, everyone?“ Remus asked, voice exhausted and he fell down next to you on the bed, sighing with relief when his aching joints didn‘t have to carry his weight anymore. The moon was taking a toll on him.

„Are you alright?“ Your voice came out worried and you stroked through his messy curls. Remus only let out a tired „Mhm“ as he sank down further into the mattress, pressing into your hand.

„Is it the moon?“

„Mhm.“

„Are you hurting already?“

Sirius chimed in from his bed. „I think it‘s safe to say that the old man is always hurting.“

You glared at him. „Shut up, Black. No one asked you.“

Sirius huffed and turned his back towards you with a dramatic toss of his dark hair, pulling his curtains closed.

This time James spoke up, peaking his head from the corner of the bathroom door. Some of his toothpaste spilled over when he opened his mouth and you grimaced at the disgusting sight. James and Sirius seemed to share one braincell. A part-time braincell, that was clearly rusty at this point from being so rarely used.

„Need anything?“

Remus jerked, clearing jostled awake from his little slumber and groaned in annoyance. „Peace and quiet. Oh wait, that‘s death.“

You couldn‘t help the snort that escaped you at his deadpanned tone and whacked him on the head. Remus cracked an eye open and smiled at your amusement. You schooled your expression and held your hand up in a mock salute.

„No one is dying. And if, then we‘ll do it together.“

There was a series of Amen‘s and you nodded in satisfaction, like a general who never liked being told no. Already dressed in your pajamas, or actually only your pajama pants, you crawled into your own bed, across from Remus‘. You wished that Remus would have clasped your wrist and made you stay, he did that sometimes, but alas it was just a wish. You had it bad for the boy, fingers still tingling with the feel of his hair. You thought about what it would be like to kiss him, to touch his scars and feel his breath on your face when you slept.

You huffed frustratedly when your brain forced stupid scenarios into your mind. Fuck, were they nice ones at that.

No, he isn‘t gay, brain! Fucking stop with the mental images!

Your brain decided to one up itself and showed you a very suggestive image of Remus on his knees, sucking your dick with such contentment it made your breath hitch.

Fuck.

Or Remus on his hands and knees, every little detail of his body on display, making such lovely keening noises you thought you had died for sure.

Oh fuck.

You opened you eyes instantly to stop the dirty thoughts of your best mate, mind you, and tried to calm your breathing. Apparently, meditation is a hoax, because no matter how many sheeps you counted or deep breaths you took, your brain was still convinced that Remus sucking you off was the hottest thing ever. And it is the hottest thing ever, you agreed. So did your raging boner.

Only this once.

Against your better judgement your hand trailed down your chest towards your pants, slipping under the waistband of your underwear. Your hand wrapped around your hard cock and imagined Remus on top of you, kissing your lips feverishly. Groaning and moaning into your mouth, telling you how good you feel around him. Telling you how long he had waited for this moment. Biting your lip you moved faster, stifling your groans when your palm spread your precum over the sensitive tip. You were so close, head thrown back in pleasure, fuck so close so clo-

„Shit sorry!“

Somehow you managed to pick up a shocked gasp through your trance and your eyes opened wide, jerking violently. And here he was, the source of your inescapable desire. Remus fucking Lupin. Who just caught you wanking. Your brain has meanwhile decided to pack its suitcase and piss off, because suddenly you couldn't produce a single clear sentence. It felt like being a baby all over again, not knowing how to use your voice or twists your tongue to get the right words out. Not that there was anything to say, you couldn’t just pretend like you weren’t touching yourself.So, you just stare at him like a moron, your hand still in your fucking pants. Slowly but surely you felt your face heat up and you didn't even dare to breathe loudly, too scared to scare Remus away.

His eyes were fixed on your hand, teeth biting his lip. Not knowing what to do, he apparently decided to just stand there. The curtains of your bed were gripped tightly in his fist, as if it were the only thing that kept him steady at the moment. The both of you stared at each other for a good minute, digesting the embarrassment of the situation until Remus climbed into your bed.

Wait.

Alarm bells rang shrill in your head, the nerve cells in your skull burst into panic.

Remus in your bed.

Crawling between your legs.

Your hand still in your pants.

What.

„Let me help?“ Remus‘ voice was raspy, slightly scared that you‘ll reject him. He was seated between your knees now, wringing his scarred hands nervously. It took you a few seconds to register what he had said as you blinked at him in mortification.

Remus hung his head, nodding to himself as if he had known that this would happen and moved away. Fuck, no come back. Brain! Say something!

Your brain was still hyperventilating however, so your legs decided to give you a hand, definitly under the order of your hard cock, which was already throbbing with excitement. You snap your legs shut, trapping Remus’ upper body between your thighs and pulled him on top of you. Not expecting the move, Remus fell forward and his lips smashed on yours.

Oh wow.

This was better than you expected. This exeeds all 638 fantasies you ever had of this moment. This was real.

You kissed for a while, both of you falling into each others arms to feel as close as possible, grinding your cocks on each other like horny teens. Which you were, to be precise. You moved your head to the side to break the kiss, grinning at Remus’ lust hazy expression and bucked your hips up again.

“I’ll have that help now, if you’re still offering...” You whispered, basking in the boyish grin of the wolf.

Moving to wipe your hand on your bedsheet to finally touch him, Remus caught your hand and brought it to his mouth. You whined quietly when you felt his tongue tickle your palm. Remus mmm‘d softly, a devilish glint twinkling in his bright eyes.

Lifting your hips, Remus pulled down your pants and you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch. Nothing in the world could keep your from branding the sight of Remus licking your cock into the depths of your mind.

Remus leaned in, mouthing at the skin of your stomach, inching closer to your weeping tip. He took his time, breathing your scent in deeply, his eyes closed.

„Come on Moony“ you urged, lifting your hips. Remus held you down, smirking up at you teasingly.

„Either you let me go in my own pace or you can suck it yourself.“

You immediately stilled and made a motion of locking your lips with an imaginary key. Remus chuckled soundlessly and you nearly, nearly, bucked your hips up again. His mouth was so hot and wet and god it was really Remus sucking your cock. The thought alone made you shudder and writhe under him, your hands burried in his curls. Remus may not know much about blowjobs, but he made up for it with his enthusiasm. His moan was just filthy, the way he looked at you through his eyelashes as if he just wanted to devour you, to break you into pieces.

“Oh Remus” you groaned into your fist, knuckles white from gripping his hair so tightly, “Wait ah fuck please wait!”

Remus rolled his eyes and pulled away, raising his brow at you. His facial expression was something akin to “How dare you interrupt me?”

You took deep breaths to hold yourself from cumming when he smeared the tip of your cock against his glistening lips, coating himself in your cum while he glared at you. This boy is sin.

“Wanna cum with you” you explained breathlessly, pulling him up to smash your lips on his. Remus groaned low in his throat when you sucked his lips, moving to straddle your lap. The rough fabric of his pants made you snort contemptuously and you tugged at the waistband, mumbling an annoyed “Off.”

Remus seemed to agree, with the way he nearly ripped the zipper clean off and finally he was naked. Not fully, but you let him be, knowing he’d be insecure about his scars. You’ll work on that next time. Next time.

Remus placed his hands on his thighs, letting you admire his body. His confidence shot up by the way your breathing got heavier and your cock twitched under his. Every millimeter of your skin is touching, both of you slowly rocking your cocks against the other. Your cum mixed and made it easier to move and you took them in your hands, a huge breath escaping your lips with the sudden rush of electricity. Remus quickly casted a silencing charm and gave into the pleasure, setting a fast pace by thrusting his cock in your fist.

“Fuck you feel so good” Remus groaned and squeezed your wrists, “I’ve wanted this for so long”

You nearly laughed by how ridiculously acurate your fantasies had been and gripped harder, crying out when Remus leaned down to bite your shoulder hard, leaving imprints of his teeth on your flesh.

“’M’not gonna la- oh Moony fuck” You were lost in your pleasure, already sensitive with your denied orgasm from before. Remus slapped your hand away and spit on your cocks, taking them in his hands this time. His pace was aggressive and impatient, hand unyielding and he rocked his hips as fast as he could.

“Want you to cum on my cock” Remus grunted, his other hand gripping your jaw to look into your eyes. His pupils were blown out, as if he was on a high. You felt him pulse against you, his eyes screwd shut and he came with a loud cry, making you tip over the edge as well. His hand kept going, thighs holding you down when you tried to squirm away.

Bringing his cum covered hand to his mouth, Remus gave it a tentative lick, eyes fluttering shut when his tongue wrapped around his fingers. You watched him hum around his hand and he gave you a satisfied smile, totally in bliss with your little session.

“This was fucking hot” Remus grinned and fell down next to you, blinking at you tiredly.

You bit your lip and mustered up enough courage to squeak out a “So you’re gay?”

Remus gave you a flat look. “I came on your cock didn’t I?”

You cleared your throat and laughed quietly. “Yeah. Yeah you did.” Your voice came out dreamy and you threw your leg over his middle.

And just like that you surrendered to your exhaustion, while Sirius and James were hysterical with exicetment. Their shared braincell was activated and currently made it its mission to come up with ways to catch you next time. Embarassing you was their thing after all.

#remus x male reader #remus lupin smut #remus lupin #remus lupin x male reader #marauders smut

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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An Offer

Warnings: coercion, threats, slightly blackmail-ish, intimidation, entrapment, implied noncon

This is dark!(lumberjack/nomad) Steve Rogers and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Steve makes you an offer you can’t refuse.

Based on this drabble request:

Nomad Steve Rogers + “You'll never find anyone better than me.” + Lumberjack AU + Smashed and broken dreams of a good career forces reader back home. With a degree in her hand but no real chance of finding a good job reader has to accept any job she finds and Steve isn’t making it easy cause he wants her so he sabotages any job opportunity to make her depended on him. This really hits home 😭. Sorry 😭.

When you sat in your college lectures, you never expected to end up there. Never expected to be carrying armfuls of wood to a large stack, splinters catching in your gloves as each piece clacked between the noise of the logs being split. You didn’t expect to be working for pennies, busting your ass for hours, just to pay for the room above the liquor store in your hometown.

You didn’t expect any of it. It was a surreal nightmare. It was as if that purgatory could never let you go. The small town’s always claimed what was theirs. Blood grown of that soil could not venture far before the roots dragged them back, a constricting coil around the throat.

Another log split, almost exploding as the two halves fell on either side of the stump. Steve took one and chopped it again, then the other. Perfect quarters for you to pile in your arms and add to the mounting stack. Your sweat soaked the flannel coat, the same kind your father wore when you were a child, the same that everyone in town seemed to have somewhere in their closets.

Steve rested the head of the axe on the stump and leaned on it as he watched you.

“Think that’ll do,” he said as you heard him scratch his beard, “supposed to be a mild winter.”

“Mild? Around here? You know that just means the snow stops at the knee, right?”

You carried the last of the wood to the pile and laid it out in the niches perfectly. It was like a Tetris game, every piece had its place. You clapped off your gloves and looked back at Steve as he shook out his jacket and pulled it back on. Even as his work left him sweaty, you didn’t know how he could stand to take it off and bear the bitter winds in only a tee.

“My knees are higher than yours,” he said, “think I’ll be fine.”

“Uh huh,” you put your hands on your hips and looked out at the trees, the sun setting behind them in an amber haze.

“Hey,” he interrupted your sightseeing, “how about you stay for dinner? I finally tried that chili recipe…”

“You? Cooking?” you shook your head, “so that’s why I’m out here lugging wood.”

“Is that yes?”

“Do you have pepto?” you joked, “sure, guess I could. Save me the trouble of opening a can at home.”

You followed him inside as he held the door for you. You shoved your gloves in your flannel pocket and hung it as you wiggled out of your boots. Usually you tidied and did the household chores as Steve worked outside. It wasn’t much of a job but there was nothing to be had in the lifeless town. Still, even with the work you found in the city, you couldn’t afford even a closet to live in.

The house was nice, big. The country land was cheap and as Steve told it, he built the entire thing himself. It was a wooden castle with better amenities than most of the antique houses in town. He bragged about how he chose every countertop and cut down every leg of every chair and sanded and polished the thick table over a willowy fall.

But you wondered how he ended up there. He wasn’t from the town and his accent was not of the nearby metropolis. He must be from far away. You could see it was an escape from the life he didn’t talk about.

You sat at the table as he clinked around in the kitchen. He came out with two red bowls and set one before you as he sat at the corner near you. He handed you a spoon with a wooden handle and you twirled it as you watched the chili steam.

“Did you make these too?” you asked.

“Ha,” he said dryly and stirred his bowl.

“Well…” you shrugged and looked around.

He smiled at you and leaned his head back until his neck cracked. He let his spoon rest and rubbed his jaw. It twitched and he looked out the big bay windows of the dining room, the ridged bark and overgrown grass staring back.

“I…” he shifted and leaned on the arm of the chair, “I slipped your pay in your jacket.”

“Oh, thanks,” you were embarrassed to talk about money. He knew how little you made even if he did pay you generously for the work you did.

“But… I did want to talk about it, er, about…” he sighed and rested his chin in his hand as he traced his lower lip in thought. He sat up and cleared his throat, “we get along, don’t we?”

“Sure,” you blew on a spoonful and tasted the chili. It was spicy but not bad.

“I know how hard it’s been, Maggie, Lester, Jeff… tough break.”

You swallowed and sat back. You frowned. “How did you…” your resume had been turned down by almost every business owner and manager in town.

“It’s a small place, like that box you’re living in.”

“Steve--”

“I’m not saying it to embarrass you but… because I… want to…” he gripped his spoon, thought about having a bite, then let it go again, “I want to make you an offer.”

“You pay me more than you should for doing your chores,” you left your spoon in the bowl and ran your nails up and down your jeans, picking at the little metal snap by the pocket.

“That’s not--” he squared his shoulders and all humour left his face. He bit down and the vein in his head surged, “you could live here. The place is more than big enough… lonely.”

“I can’t--”

“Please, just listen,” he raised his palms, “I’m lonely and you’re in a bind. We could help each other.”

You squinted and shook your head. He took a breath and leaned forward. He reached under the table and touched your knee. He slid his hand up your thigh until it met yours and you stopped him.

“What--”

“You don’t even have to keep on cleaning or any of that,” he said quietly, “just be mine. You’ll be comfortable here. All you have to do is… be here… with me.”

“Steve,” you held onto his thick fingers, “maybe you don’t mean it that way but I’m not… not a prostitute.”

“It wouldn’t be that,” his throat constricted, “it would be convenient; practical.”

“I should go,” you shoved his hand off of you and stood, “you did a good job with the chili.”

The chair scraped behind you as you stepped out from between it and the table. Steve was fast and caught your shoulder before you could evade him.

“Go where? Do what exactly?” his voice was stern and stolid, “huh? No one in town’s gonna hire you, we both know that. And you can’t make it in the city.”

“That’s mean, Steve, I want to go,” you pouted, “let me go.”

“Why can’t you see I’m helping you?”

“You have helped me but what you’re… offering is insulting, don’t you understand?”

“It’s generous is what I’d say,” he grabbed your other arm and pulled you close as he snarled down at you, “I can give you everything you need and want, all you have to do is give me…” his eyes crawled down your body, “a little sweetness.”

“Steve--”

“You’re proud, I get it, you don’t want to admit you have no choice but what happens when Fletcher needs that room for storage or he rents it out to a higher bidder? Where do you go then? Huh, you keep handing out that resume and what has that degree got you but sorrys and no thank yous?”

“Get off--” you pushed on his chest as he squeezed your arms painfully.

“Let me tell you I will be the only yes you ever get,” he growled, “I made sure of it.”

“Wha-- I--”

“I’m not driving you back to town,” he released you, “so if you really wanna go, if your pride is worth all that, you can walk and see if you beat the wolves. Or you can stay and earn that extra bill I put in your pocket.”

“Steve, what the hell?”

“Your call,” his fingers stretched around the waist of his jeans as he flexed his chest, “reception’s shit so good luck getting a ride.”

“You can’t--”

“Let me make this easy for you. Walk and see if you make it home, stay and you’re already home.”

You searched his face. You’d never seen this side of him. You blinked and spun on your heel. Fuck him. You’d drive yourself and he could tell the police you stole his truck. You ran to the front door and snatched his keys from the hook. You bent to grab your boots but his hand on the back of your neck stopped you.

He wrenched you back and tossed you against the wall. The keys tumbled to the floor and he kicked them away, “no cheating,” he said, “you wanna go then?”

Before you could answer the high whine of a coyote cut through the air and the glass slats of the front door dimmed. You faced him and your heart beat wildly.

“Why?”

“You going?” he asked again.

“Steve--”

“Well?”

“You can’t do this,” you pleaded, “keep your money then. Just take me home.”

“No,” he marched towards you and pinned you by your neck against the wall. His hand threatened to stifle your breath as he leaned in, “go or stay?”

You batted away tears with your lashes. You turned your head as far as you could whimpered as the sky continued to darken through the marbled glass, “Steve.”

“Go or stay?” he rasped as his breath tickled your cheek.

You trembled and touched his wrist. He squeezed just a little and you gasped, “and if I get lost? If I die out there?”

His lips curved and he chuckled lightly, “you willing to take that risk?”

You watched him, looking for any crack in his veneer, looking for an ounce of the man who’d been your godsend in that desolate town. He wasn’t there. It had all been an act, a trick. He had you in his snare like any good hunter.

“What choice do I have?” you whispered.

He pressed his forehead to yours and his large nose brushed against the tip of yours, “I’m not that bad,” his other hand crept along your stomach, “you’ll see that,” he played with the ribbed cotton, “you'll never find anyone better than me.”

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Chat Noir x Reader Part 2

I didn't bother to fight back, it was almost like Chat telling me that he hated me drained me of all of the energy I had and more. I saw as the Akuma delicately landed on my collar. the collar never was a part of the main costume but instead, it was added by me because I liked the look of it.

the Akuma vanished and Hawk Moth's voice filled my head.

"Dark Fang, I am hawkmoth. I will grant you the power to make the world that had wronged you countless times your own playground."

I felt the clothing that I wore disappear into new tight clothing. my tube top turned into a strapless bra with a ribcage design. a corset pinched my sides gently and was blended into a short puffy black skirt. I had no shoes only thigh-high socks. and my hair was no longer long and puffy but instead a short bob. the leather band of the collar was turned into just a string that held a now white metal disk with the name, 'Togo' engraved on the back. I touched my hair, feeling a different sensation on my scalp, there were now soft ears atop my hair.

it was now that I took in what Hawkmoth said. "the world that had wronged you countless times" he was right. I was nothing but good to other people and all I got was nothing. the world took my family away from me, the world took Chat away from me, the world made me who I am but the world hates who I am.

I stand up, rain and hail falling harder that it starts to break car windows. the world needs to start over again to fix what has been down. people have ruined the world, humans have stained the world with the worst things imaginable. everyone except Adrien. Adrien did no wrong. he doesn't deserve to be punished. I swiftly make my way to Adrien's home. jumping up to a long-forgotten open window. I run through the halls till I reach Adrien's all too familiar door.

I open it to see him with his hands tangled in his blonde locks as he sat at his desk.

"Adrien," I spoke up, causing him to shoot up from his original position at his desk.

"Togo? what are you doing here?"

"I'm not Togo, I'm Dark Fang now."

"You're akumatized?!" his eyes widened.

"Mmmm." I hummed taking my seat at his bed. "And you know what? it's you're fault." I smiled at him.

"What did I do?"

"You told me to tell that guy that I loved him," I paused to stare at the scared look on his face. "He hates me now, he said that he loves Ladybug too much." I got on all fours on his bed and crawled my way over to him, causing him to back up.

"(Y/N)!?" he pushed the chair in front of him.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Adrien, I'm going to save you."

"I don't need to be saved by a villain." his voice now stern.

"But we could watch the world go back the way it was before!" I started to get angry at him, my voice getting rougher. I mean why would he rather die with all these people who do wrong, than come and stay safe with me.

"I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Fine, hope you have fun drowning Adrien." I unemotionally said. I blew harsh winds so strong that they broke windows all over the world. rain rushed into the room as I jumped out of his room and onto a nearby building. I watched it from the Montparnasse Tower. thunder was now heard everywhere, and the only source of light for this half of the earth. I sat and watched as the world flooded below me.

I stuck out my hand in front of me and grew a single intense red rose out of it. I picked the flower from my palm and rolled it in between my fingertips.

"Togo! You need to stop this!" I heard Ladybug shout. I increased the wind at her, blowing her off the tower.

"Togo! Don't take it out on her!" I heard Chat shout at me, and his feet running after Ladybug. I looked at the rose then at the now flooded city below me. the rain stops as the sun comes out, the sun evaporates the water below us. the heat is ineffective to me, but when I look at LAdybug and Chat Noir I see that they are sweating so much that they could barely walk at a normal pace.

I raise my hand at them and flick cool air in their direction, I kept the air blowing at them to keep them from dying. they were the only friends I had, even if they did hate me.

"Why are you helping us?" Ladybug asked, swinging her Yo-yo ready to attack in case I did. her lucky charm long forgotten in the corner of the rooftop.

"You are my only friends left, thought we could share this new world."

"We aren't your friends anymore." I looked at Ladybug, then at the chat. his face showed that of regret. he must have known that he was the reason for this right?

"When I don't need you here anymore," venom leaked off of my words. I clenched my fist tight, taking the air away from her. her hands flew up to her neck, her yo-yo falling to the ground. I quickly used my wind to blow it to me. the sounds of her choking on her blood filling lungs were getting annoying but I knew it wouldn't be long before those sounds would stop.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!" I heard Chat scream his lungs out, he quickly caught Ladybug's head when she fell. I saw the tears fall down his face. the love of my life was crying over the death of another girl. the love of my life was crying over the death of another girl because of me. I caused those tears. I'm the reason for his pain. the pain he put me through, I am now putting him through.

suddenly I stopped seeing the world in black and white, the good and bad. I saw what I saw before, shades of grey. I had managed to fight off the Akuma with my feeling, I felt tears falling on my face upon seeing chat noir cry and Ladybug dead. the only friends I had besides Adrian and Marinette. I knew I wouldn't have much time left, but I couldn't break my Akuma because then it would go to Chat. I had to try the lucky charm.

I looked in my hand with my blurry vision, it was her yo-yo. I used the yo-yo to try and grab the lucky charm that lays on the other side of the building, I knew I didn't have the time to walk across. the lucky charm got to me. I could only pray that it would work for me too. Ladybug and I both have the power of creation after all.

"Stop! You'll never-" he cut himself off once he saw me. once he saw how broken I was, how I was showing emotion, and how the tears that spilled from my eyes and onto my cheeks were genuine.

"Pray that it works." I stared into his eyes and I knew that once I said that and once he saw the lucky charm in my hands he knew what I was talking about. "My collar, Lucky charm!" I shouted, throwing the object into the air. I saw ladybugs shoot out. the mess I made disappearing.

Black and White.

I saw as ladybugs repaired the beginnings of the new beginning.

"Cataclysm!" I heard from behind me, I turned around to see Chat holding out his hand. he reached out and before I could move he caught my collar. I fell to the ground, suddenly feeling dizzy, while I watched my clothing slowly disappear and turn back to what it was before. I looked around me to see Ladybug and Chat staring at me.

"I'm so sorry, and I know that no matter how much I say it nothing will get any better." my voice was shaky and broke during the sentence.

"It's ok Togo." Ladybug kneeled in front of me.

"Don't call me that, I don't deserve it," I said, standing up, keeping my head hung low.

"Then what do you want us to call you?" I heard Chat say from in front of me.

"You won't be calling me anything kitty." I smiled up at him, "besides I have to go now. Meet you guys at our spot? regular time?" I asked hopefully. they nodded and I fell from the building. my wind gently carrying me down to the ground. I ran to an alley.

"Balto, stop running," I mumbled lowly. I walked back to my flat near the Eiffel Tower. I quickly grabbed the box that my miraculous came in. "Goodbye friend." I smiled at Balto. a gray wolf kwamii. I slid the bracelet off my wrist and placed it in the box. I left my home, making my way to the spot we always met at, with no intention of meeting them.

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the walk home felt like decades. I tread up the stairs of the building I lived in. I took out my keys and unlocked my door. I turned on the lights to my empty home. I walked over to my room, wanting nothing more than to sleep.

I pushed open my bedroom door, the lights still on from when I left. but this time something was different. there was an all too familiar black kitty in my room, rummaging around my desk drawers.

"Kitty?" I clearly didn't think of my words carefully.

"Ahh!" his head quickly shot up as he pushed the drawer closed. "Togo, there you are."

"I told you to stop calling me that." I slumped on my bed still facing him. "And how do you know who I am!?" my eyes widened once the situation dawned upon me.

"A little birdy told me who you were." he rubbed the back of his neck. "Anyway, brought something of yours." he sat at my desk chair, placing the box I just got rid of on my desk.

"I returned it."

"And I'm returning it."

"I don't want it."

"Why not?" we were glaring into each other's eyes.

"Did you not see what happened today?"

"We all have those days."

"No one has this kind of day. I was weak and vulnerable. I killed Ladybug!"

"Dark Fang killed Ladybug."

"I am Dark Fang! and it's not like either of you guys want me to be on your team anymore anyway. You hate me and I'm not your guys' friend anymore."

"I didn't mean that." he walked over to me, taking a seat next to me on my bed.

"Sure seemed like you did."

"I was just angry that you were right is all. Ladybug doesn't like me back but I still keep trying no matter how little hope I had. I just hated that you always had that hope, you never once had a bad day. at least that's what I thought."

"it's always been Ladybug and Chat noir. there was never room for me."

"I do like the sound of Chat noir and his two ladies." he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, the touch setting flames to my skin. "Don't you?"

"Only if I can be your only lady," I replied cockily.

"Sure, but would you love me because I'm your best friend or because I'm Chat Noir?"

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