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lizard-on-a-window-pane · 11 months

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A kiss amidst the bookshelves

pairing: Remus x reader

word count: 2k

tags / description: friends to lovers, first kiss, steamy kiss, bookish Remus and reader, best friend Sirius, friendship fluff, romance fluff, gn

“You look like you’re about to murder him,” Sirius snarks, falling into the sofa next to you amidst the noise of the party surrounding you, following your gaze across the room.

“I…” you begin your routine protesting but give it up. He raises an eyebrow expectantly, surprised.

“You…?”

An exasperated sigh, then, “I… it… ugh,” you drop your face into your palms and speak into them, “Murder would simplify things.” Sirius barks a laugh in response.

“Do you want an accomplice in offing our best mate?” His smile is conspiratorial, but there’s something in his eyes behind his typical teasing tone.

“Would you mind? I don’t know if I can go through with it,” you joke seriously. “If you do the killing part, I promise I’ll help hide the body.” Sirius, smiling but knowing, pulls you into him, his arm around your shoulders, your head coming to rest on him.

“To be fair, that would probably be the more difficult part,” he continues, and he feels your chuckle against his chest. “I know I can take him, but our Moony is pretty tall; it might pose a problem when we have to move him after.”

An affirmative “hm” is all you offer in response, basking in his warm comfort silently for a moment.

“Or…” he cuts the quiet. “And hear me out here, love. I know homicide will seem the more appealing option initially… but you could, you know, tell him how you feel.”

“Murder. I choose murder,” you deadpan.

“Y/NNN,” he whines with the tinge of a scold.

“Siriusss,” you mimic childishly.

He sighs and says, “Darling, I know it’s scary,” he squeezes you, “but your miserable pining is seriously starting to bum me out. I don’t know how much more I can take honestly.” You pull away from him and shove his shoulder as he chuckles. “Alright, alright, sorry. I suppose I’m slightly concerned for your happiness as well.” The energy between you shifts palpably. You don’t get this side of Sirius much, and the gravity of it shakes you.

“I can’t,” you whisper, looking down.

“You can,” he responds immediately, gently pushing your chin up, his thumb stroking your jaw.

“Everything alright?” a third voice, achingly familiar, startles you. You rush to wipe the ghosts of tears before turning to where he’s taking a seat on the arm of the sofa, looking down at you and Sirius.

“All good, mate,” Sirius answers before you have to, and you grin gratefully at him.

“Sure?” Remus checks, looking straight at you, feigning levity.

“Yeah, ‘course,” you say lightly. “How’s Mary doing?” you ask, nodding to where he had just been chatting enthusiastically to her across the room. You’d always suspected they’d had feelings for each other back in your school days. “Good, good,” he nods. “We were just catching up, hadn’t seen her in a while. I might show her the shop next week actually. Think she’ll enjoy it.” You stomach sinks at this. “Oh yeah?” you hear the strain in your voice, your efforts at hiding your dismay clearly failing. So you quickly add, “That’s great, Rem. I’m sure she’ll love it.” Remus — the Remus that can read you like a children’s book — squints his eyes a bit at you, confused by your tension, probably still pondering the moment he interrupted between you and Sirius.

The shop. Your shop. Your favourite place on Earth. A place you thought of as yours and his. I mean, it was, technically, but you know. You’d opened the bookshop together about a year ago now, and business was tough but picking up. Though you weren’t making much money (yet, hopefully), you and Remus were the happiest you’d been in years, finally doing something both of you found joy in, and together no less.

“Speaking of,” you start, stretching. “I have some work I wanted to finish, so I think I’m going to get going.” “Now?” he asks in disbelief. “It’s late, love. I don’t remember there being anything urgent?”

“No, I know; it’s not.” You get up a bit awkwardly. Standing in front of where he’s perched on the sofa, you’ve gone from looking up at him to down. He really is beautiful from any angle, you think to yourself. You realize you’re staring; you don’t know how strangely, but you see he’s looking expectantly at you, curiousity gleaming in his deep brown eyes. “Urgent, I mean,” you stutter out. “It’s just that inventory I’ve been trying to finish up.”

“You can do that tomorrow,” he tries. “I’ll help.” “No, it’s alright, Rem, really. I just feel like it now.” You smile a strained smile with fake ease but real warmth. Then, shaking off the heaviness of the moment, you give him a quick hug, turn to give Sirius a quick peck on the cheek goodbye, and head out.

You like the shop at night, when it’s empty and quiet. Well, sometimes it’s empty during the day as well, to be honest, but there’s something about the night and the blanket the darkness provides. You especially like it when Remus is there with you, but it’s nice when you’re alone too. Just you and the books and the sense that the shelves that envelop you hold endless possibilities and infinite feelings you can just melt into.

You walk down the cramped aisles for a few minutes, your eyes and your fingertips tracing the titles. When you stumble on a comforting favourite, you pull it down, and nestle into one of the two inviting armchairs you and Remus had set up in a cosy corner of the small space.

If it were any other activity, you would have been shocked at how quickly you were immersed, leaving the heaviness of your love and your worries in the real world to be picked up again on your way out. You are shocked, however, when, as you flip a page, a low voice says, “Hard at work I see.”

You jump, dropping the book, and screech, “Fucking hell, Remus! What the fuck? You scared the shit out of me.” He’s laughing like he can’t help himself as he kneels down in front of you to pick up the book, holding it in one hand and holding the other up in a gesture of guilty surrender. “Sorry. I’m sorry,” he chuckles. “It’s not like I was quiet coming in.”

“Well, I didn’t hear you,” you shoot angrily. “Clearly.” He’s grinning as he offers you the book. “Good choice,” he adds, giving it a little shake.

“Yeah, well, it’s comforting every time.” Your tone is easier now but still a little edgy as you grab the book and place it on the little table beside you.

“Hm.” He sounds serious; it makes you turn to him instinctively; you look into his concerned eyes. “And why did you need comforting this time?” His voice is a syrupy whisper, and his question makes time stand still.

Because I love you too much, you idiot, you think but don’t say. “I’m fine,” you do say.

“You’re not,” he responds. You look away.

“I’m fine enough.”

“Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” he pleads, putting his hand on your knee. “You’ve been weird all night.” “Don’t deny it,” he adds when you open your mouth to say something immediately. It’s not harsh. You close your mouth again, but don’t know what to say instead.

“Did something happen?” he prods after several moments. You stay silent, but tears well in your eyes, transfixed on his. He whispers your name lovingly and brings his other hand to your cheek, stroking gently. You nod before you can think yourself out of it. “I messed up, Rem,” you whisper. “When?” he asks, all kindness. After a mirthless chuckle you say, “Around when we were twelve I think. Maybe even eleven.” His thumb stops its comforting motion in his confusion; his eyebrows are furrowed; one side of his mouth seems conflicted about whether to laugh or not. “I don’t understand,” he says finally.

“It’s your fault, really,” you half-laugh, wiping your eyes. “What?” He tenses and pulls away from you, concern elevated to fear in his eyes and voice.

“I didn’t mean,” you start, leaning forward and grabbing his hands in yours. “That’s not what I meant.” Your voice is still tinged in a cynical snicker, but he’s clearly not amused.

“What did you mean then?” It’s sharper, and it hurts.

“I…” Another chuckle. “Y/N,” losing patience.

“Fuck, this is hard.” You take your hands back and cover your face with them, kneading in frustration. A beat. He says your name again, just as firm but much more gentle, and reaches for your hands, holding them again. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I thought you knew that. We can work through anything, together… but you have to talk to me. Did I do something?”

You look back and forth between his eyes, hear Sirius’s voice in your head: “you can,” and take a deep breath.

“You can tell me,” he repeats, and you believe him… but can’t bring yourself to it.

“I can’t,” you whisper, and you hate the familiar sound of it in your ears. You see his posture sink in defeat, but he doesn’t let go of your hands.

“Can I show you instead?” you ask, terrified of what came next, but more terrified of never finding out. He nods eagerly and goes to stand up, but you squeeze his hands tighter and hold him in place. He settles back down where he’s knelt in front of you, staring at you intently. You shift to the edge of the chair, quite close to him now. One of your hands releases his and comes up toward his face. You hear him gasp as you run your fingertips along his cheekbone then along a prominent scar there. You keep going and run your fingers through his hair then let your hand rest there, on the back of his head among his soft brown curls. You look down at his lips. Your gaze lingers there, making your intention obvious as you move even closer to him. He’s stock-still as you approach, but when your nose touches his, he lunges hungrily forward to meet you.

He moans into your mouth as his arms wrap tightly around your waist, and yours comes up around his shoulders. Your chests are flush now, your legs open wider to accommodate his kneeling form in between them, leaning into you completely, devouring you. His lips work against yours, exploring; his hands, intent but indecisive, travel from pulling you close to holding your face firmly against his, his thumbs lovingly pushing into your jaw, his fingers wrapped in your hair. You immediately fall into a rhythm, opening your mouths to each other. He tastes like chocolate, and you giggle at the realization. Remus instinctively smiles at the sound of your laughter and the slight withdrawal from your mouth gives him the opportunity to trail away from your lips, slowly along your jaw, down to your neck, licking and lingering. You bare your neck to him, your breathing coming more heavily now, your grasp on him tighter. You grip his hair and croon his name, and he moans loudly. He gives your neck a final, wet kiss and pulls back to look at you.

His eyes are dark and lidded; his lips swollen and moist; his hair is messy, and the look on his face is one you’ve never seen before. He looks giddy and lustful simultaneously. Pulling your face to his with a hand at your nape, he rests his forehead against yours and gives you a hungry kiss, fast but firm. He chuckles.

“I still don’t understand.” “What?” you smile.

“How is this a problem?” His thumb is caressing you; his smile is beaming.

“I didn’t know if you felt it too,” you confess.

A teasing tsk then, “Quite daft for the cleverest person I know.” He brings your mouth to his again.

smutty pt. 2!

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauder x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin oneshot #remus lupin fluff #sirius black #friends to lovers #first kiss #reader insert #x reader #x y/n

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tatesdiary · 2 years

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Intruders

Summary When the group that wants to reenact the murder scene of the two girls catches you and your mom Vivien, you don't expect a certain blonde haired boy to save you.

tags Tate's hot, cursing, home invasion ig

word count 1414

Confused and frantic you search your bag and room for your cell phone. Why had your mom been so frantic?

When you're about to turn around and look in your closet something hits you against the side of your head and you pass out.

Waking up felt surreal, Vivien was tied to a chair and three people were standing in front of you, conversing in a relaxed manner. There was a splitting headache on the back of your head, making your vision blurry.

"Put this on," the guy demands and throws a white clothing at you. "I'm not gonna put this on!" You resist and throw it back at him. He huffs angrily and turns to his accomplices, "Take her to the bathroom upstairs." Before they can do that you get up and run around the corner, nearly reaching the front door when someone grabs you and pushes you in the small closet to the side.

A hand is placed over your mouth and when you look up, pressed against the wall, you see… Tate? His hair was adorably messed up and he wore that green striped sweater you'd seen once before - it suited him well in your opinion.

"What?" You breathe out, but he just urgently tells you, "Get to the basement. Quick," with that he's gone again, all that's left behind is his cologne.

The relief you feel at his presence is immense and the act of being pressed close to him in a closet was a whole different story. You had no idea why he wanted you to go to the basement, but you trusted him.

When you're back in the living room, acting like you were trying to free your mom, the one with the brown hair moves her knife and grips your wrists, tugging you along to the bathroom that was close to your room.

"Let me go!" You struggle against her grip but she just presses the knife close to your stomach, "Be quiet," when you're in the bathroom she gives you back the nurse outfit and tells you to put it on.

You could swear you saw a flash of green and black pass by, but you focus on listening to her. You start putting it on, getting a rise out of her when you seemingly take too much time.

Then the blonde girl comes in, holding her stomach. "I'm gonna shit myself. Don't do it without me!" Is all she says before she stumbles back outside.

"Ugh. Get in the tub," she pushes you toward it and you try making up an excuse why this wouldn't do. "This is the wrong tub," you simply state, throwing her off completely. "it's not. I studied the murder reports, this is the right bathroom."

You shrug, "Nope. We remodeled all of this, the actual tub is in the basement." You add a quick description that nearly matches the tub in this room and she curses, "Come with me."

She pushes you in front of her, the knife digging into your back as she makes you lead her to the basement - and the made up bathtub. You click the light on, the quiet buzzing of the old lamp disrupting the silence of the stone cellar.

You hadn't been down here often, now everything was up to Tate. The next second the light turns off and you shuffle around the corner. "Where are you?" The woman yells angrily, only for Tate to reply, "Over here, you stupid bitch." You suppress a chuckle and wait for what he is going to do.

She walks to where his voice comes from and you follow, staying unseen. You see him standing next to a tub filled with water, the stupid sweater making him look more attractive than he already was.

"I've already filled it with water for you," he tells her and she looks confused but not suspicious.

She walks closer to the tub, seeing a woman inside. The woman whose murder they were going to recreate.

Instead of staying you now run up to find your mom, seeing her run down the stairs right as you exit the cellar. You pull her out of the front door with you.

Walking past the detectives and to your parents felt weird, but that's basically all you've felt since you moved here, anyway.

"Your mom said that you told her Tate helped you escape?" Your dad inquires, "Yeah," you turn to your mother, "Thanks for nor dragging him into all that."

"What was he doing in the house?" He continues asking, and you shrug, saying you don't know - which was true. You know your dad has been suspicious of you and Tate, thinking he was bad for you or something.

But he doesn't let it go, and it's starting to get annoying. "You think I let him in? I don't know why Tate was here." You watch your parents before adding, "But I'm glad he was. You weren't." With that you leave and go back to your room.

It's later that day that you're sitting in your room while listening to music, a book in your hands. "Can I come in?" The door opens and standing there is Tate. He's still in the green and black sweater but his hair is even messier and the curls more prominent.

"Uh, yeah," you stop the smile from spreading on your face as he comes closer and sits next to you.

"How have you beenSince… you know," his voice is soft and you shrug. "It's hard to sleep but I'm fine." You'd have nightmares daily since that night - you couldn't even say when the last time was you slept through a full night.

He seemed pitiful as he listened to your answer and looked up, slowly taking your hand in his. "If you need me I'm usually always near." You smile and put the book to the side, about to answer when a knock sounds from the door.

You still before springing into action and shoving him into your closet, holding a finger to your mouth, "Stay here."

Then you sit down on your bed again, letting your mom know she could come in. "You okay? I heard you talking to someone?" You cough to cover up the chuckle that comes from the closet, "No, I was just on a call with someone from school. She needed the homework." Your mom looks suspicious but stays quiet and pats your leg. "Go to sleep. It's already ten thirty."

You nod and she gets up again, but not before nearing your closet and pushing the door closed. You exhale a heavy breath when she leaves, going to lock your door. "You're so bad at staying quiet!" You giggle and he laughs too, looking at you with fondness, "Gotta he had at something when I'm good at everything else," he winks.

You shake your head, getting comfortable on your bed. He sits at the foot of it, one hand on your calves. "Good night," he whispers and you smile, telling him the same.

But as he gets up, you don't think; "Tate?" He turns around again, a questioning look on his face. "Can you… stay? I just- I feel safer with you here…" it's embarrassing to admit, but you'd rather sleep for once than have no awkward feelings between you.

"Yeah, sure." He quickly agrees and your heart does a little excited jump. You scoot to the side and pat the empty space beside you, happy when he understands what you want and lays down next to you.

He turns on his side and you do the same, looking at each other. You don't know who leaned in first, but the next second his lips are on yours and your hand is holding his jaw.

One of his arms is laying over your hip and the other is gripping your hair carefully.

You continue with the kissing and you eventually pull him down to hover over you, his eyes piercing into yours. "Does this mean I'm your boyfriend now?" He asks breathlessly and you grin, "If you want to," he cocks his head and dives back down, kissing you longer.

"Seems like it."

That night you sleep in his arms, no nightmares anywhere.

#tate langdon x reader #tate langdon #evan peters x reader #american horror story #evan peters

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sunnyie-eve · 1 year

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Loosing the Closest(pt.2)

Series: Fondness | Scream

Paring: (Chad Meeks-Martin x OFC Hicks! Ethan Landry x OFC Hicks!)

Word Count: 1734

Warnings: language, mention of attack, mention of death, death,

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"Did Mindy send you the text too?" Wes asks as Lexi came downstairs.

"Yeah, wonder what Sam wants to tell us."

When they get to the Meeks-Martin house Mindy lets them in, "We're just waiting on Liv and Amber then Sam." Mindy tells them.

Walking into the living room Chad looks at her so she sits on the other sofa away from him, "Still mad at me?" He looks over at her. She doesn't say anything to him, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have butted in."

"Thank you." She says so he gives her a smile.

Once everyone shows up Sam makes her speech about her real dad being Billy Loomis.

"So let me get this straight? You're saying that you're the daughter of Billy Loomis, and one of us is the killer?" Chad asks.

"The killer told me he knew my secret. He attacked Tara to lure me back here."

"But then why immediately go and murder some douche-nozzle that was stalking Liv and Lexi?" Chad asks.

"And why does it have to be one of us? What about Deputy Dewey here? Maybe he's the killer. No offense." Wes speaks up.

"None taken, but what's my motive?" Dewey asks.

"You got stabbed a billion times, got dumped by your famous wife, and crawled into the bottle. I think it's safe to say you're on the suspect list."

"Well, maybe you're the killer. Because that cut deep." Dewey tells Wes.

"That was rude Wes. And still doesn't make complete sense. Taking in Dewey's physical movement... he couldn't attack anyone." Lexi adds.

"That douche-nozzle is connected. I googled him. His mom is Leslie Macher. Stu Macher's sister." Amber speaks up.

"Who's Stu Macher?" Liv asks.

"He was Billy Loomis's accomplice. They were friends. He was the crazy one. He didn't have a motive. He did it just for fun." Lexi tells everyone.

"You know a lot." Mindy turns her head to look at her.

"I like to know the history of our town. And I wrote a paper in the killers for a project."

"So the first three attire all in people related to the original killers." Sam says so Mindy goes on her long rant on requels and talks about who next being related to the original.

"Mindy, I doubt Wes and I are safe. They're still going after people related to people who are part of the story. Not just the originals. Vince, Stu. Sam, Billy. You and Chad, Randy. Wes and I, our mom. Liv is a McKenzie... The McKenzies were the nearest neighbors to the Becker Residence. Amber lives in Stu's house."

Mindy goes on to say Sam makes sense being the killer so she rushes out pissed.

Wes and Lexi head back home their mom startles Wes while she holds a knife, "Are you guys being safe out there?" She asks them.

"To the point where all of our friends mock us, yes." Wes tells her.

"Good."

"What's for dinner?" Lexi asks as she gets a text from Chad.

"Sushi. I was just leaving to pick it up."

"Why don't you just Postmates it?" Wes asks her while Lexi was texting Chad back.

"Oh, it gets all smooshly by the time it's here. I know you hate that. Go take a shower. I'll be back soon." Their mom tells them.

"I promise to be back before you get home. I have to go meet with Chad. He wants to apologize more so we're meeting each other halfway." Lexi opens the door and before her mother can speak she speaks up, "I have my taser and pepper spray. Don't worry. I love you both." She shouts so they shout it back.

As Lexi was blocks away from home her mom honks passing her and waving making her laugh. A lot of people thought Judy Hicks was a little over the top with her bubbly personality but Lexi loved it. She was super closer to her mom and brother. They were all they had since their father was shit and left their mom there to raise them alone.

"You walking yet?" Chad calls Lexi.

"Yes, I'm walking I'll be halfway in a few more minutes. Why couldn't you have thought about this when I was over not too long ago?"

"I'm a little slow at times. You know this." He laughs, "You got your protection with you?"

"Of course. I like to be safe and my mother would kill me if I left home without it." She laughs.

"Very true. You and Wes are such mommy's girl and mommy's boy."

"Hey! She's the only parent we got dude." She says as she hears a siren and watches her mother speed by going back towards their house.

"What was that?" Chad asks as she stops walking.

"My mom left to get dinner and just sped past going back the way towards home." She says then she thinks the worst, "Oh my god! Wes is home alone!" She panics.

"Le-," She hangs up on Chad putting her phone away and running home as fast as she could.

When she gets in view she sees her mom's car with the lights will in and the door wide open, "MOM!" Lexi runs across the street and sees her mother's body laying in the walkway. "MOM!" She cries out running over to her side, "Mom! Mom!" She checks for a pulse and gets nothing. "WES!" She gets up running for the front door and opens it but something was on the other side of the door. She pushes it more and has enough room to see Wes dead on the floor making her cry out louder. "Wes! No." She squeezes through bending down grabbing him to see his neck.

"No, no, no, no." She screams out hearing more sirens get closer.

When the other helped arrived they had to help walk Lexi away from the house because she kept crying no she can't leave them. "Can you tell us what happened again?" A Deputy asks her as she stares at her dry bloody hands.

"Mom left to get dinner and I left to meet a friend leaving Wes alone. When I was almost to my friend's mom sped past and I thought the worst. I got here and saw it was the worst." She cries.

"LEXI!" Chad runs into view and then over to her so she runs to him sobbing into his chest.

"I shouldn't have left to meet you. I should have been with Wes."

"No, you could have been killed too. Let's just go to my house. You can stay with us." He rubs her back.

"I can't. And I should've died with my family."

"Lexi." He sighs hugging her.

"Go home, Chad. I can't leave and they said they will take me to the station for safety. I'll be fine." She pulls out of the hug.

"Just be safe please." He kisses the top of her head.

"You too." She watches him jog home. "Sam." She sees her after another deputy told her sorry about Wes and Judy.

"Lexi." Sam was glad to see she was alright so Lexi ran over to hug her.

"I should have been here to die too or to help them." Lexi cries to her.

"Excuse me." Gale walks over making the girls look at her. "Lexi." Gale looks at her.

Lexi didn't want to say a word to her knowing how she was always writing about all the attacks, "I'm not talking about my mother and brother to you so you can write another book." Lexi cries walking off some.

While she sits alone on a crib she hears Sam says Tara was alone so she follows her, "No, Lexi. You're family..."

"Is gone. I lost them and I'm not losing my best friend too. So I'm going with you." Lexi gets in the backseat and Dewey gets the passenger seat.

Sam gets a call from Richie but Ghostface comes through saying she had to pick between Tara and Richie so Sam stalls on the phone so they can make it on time.

In the hospital, Lexi helps Sam with Tara while Dewey went to go get Richie but gets attacked for a minute then goes back, "Dewey!" Lexi and Sam shout as he closes the elevator.

The news of Dewey getting murdered upsets Lexi since she knew him well and when Gale got to the hospital Lexi actually comforted her.

"Gale." They hear and look over to see Sidney.

Gale and her hug while Lexi was sitting down, "Hi Sydney." Lexi gives her a weak smile.

"Last time I saw you, you were so tiny." Sydney goes to give her a hug.

In 2011 Sydney saw and met Lexi when she was just seven years old. When she was at the police department, Judy sometimes had Lexi with her since she would always beg to go to work with her. Then after the attacks is when she really met her and told her how her mommy helped with the killer. That story made Lexi idolize her mother when she was younger.

"Well, I'm 18, not 7." Lexi hugs her back.

"I'm sorry about your family." Sydney tells her.

"Thank you." She walks off to go with Sam to see Tara awake.

Lexi waits with Richie while Sam talks to Tara alone for a bit. "I find it hard to believe you have never seen Stab until now. It's a popular franchise."

"Don't care for horror movies." He tells her.

"I doubt that. You look like the type. Mr. Plaid."

"What?" He looks at her.

"Killers of every attack throughout the years usually wear plaid. During my research and finding pictures of the killers they all wore plaid. You wear plaid, Richie." She glares at him.

"You're crazy."

"Am I?" She crosses her arms.

"Yes. You can't think straight because you just lost your family so now you are pointing fingers." He tells her.

"No, I just don't trust you." She says before Sam lets her go talk to Tara.

"Come here." Tara opens her arms for Lexi to cry into them, "I'm so sorry."

"I have no one. My mom and Wes are gone. I found them."

"You're not alone, Lexi. You have me still. You can come with Sam and me." Tara pulls back from the hug, "You're my best friend. Why more than Amber. Just don't tell her I said that." They both laugh.

#scream 2022 #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #wes hicks #scream 5 #richie kirsch #amber freeman #liv mckenzie #gale weathers #deputy dewey #chad meeks x reader #scream fanfic #scream ff #scream franchise #ghostface #chad meeks martin imagine #chad meeks ff

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waiting-on-a-dream · 6 months

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Penny for your thoughts?

T2 linagram prisoners let's gooooo @linagram

Akio

Okay, look, I didn't think voting him guilty for the first trial would be so bad until...the second trial happened. I'm sorryyy 😭😭😭 Its not funny anymore, he deserves a break after his injuries and everything.

Oh, but it seems his crime isn't as simple as I thought it was. 👀 Or rather, his dynamic with Arata and his victim. Can't wait to learn more! I really like the idea of Akio being friends with his victim instead of just being jealous of him from afar. Adds flavor, you know? ✨

Aimi

So... What even is going on with her crime? 😭 It seems as though her accomplice killed her classmates, and then she killed him? Her animosity towards Haku is kinda scary honestly, since she's usually so friendly. Its funny to imagine though, because he would not care. I nearly put a heart over "a beast unleashed" because of this, but Aimi hasn't actually done anything aggressive in linagram.

Still can't get over her design and aesthetic. I want her gender so bad. 💖 The popping balloons in her t2 MV were so cool, and it did remind me of Yuno. Can't wait to see her development in t3. 👀

Shun

After what he did to Kei, he's moved from "makes me uneasy" to "actively dislike" in my linagram tier list. Still can't get over the first half of his t2 MV that featured him with so many women. I really thought he had rizz. Turns out it was just an otome game. Its funny to think about that section of the MV being real, but only because they fell in love with an alter of his. His memory problems came from you, so now that you've learned that you're a system, what does this mean for him? 🤣 Guess I'll still headcanon him having DID.

Naomi

Her design is really cute and I do like her conflicted feelings towards her victim because things are rarely so straightforward. 🥲 Her calm demeanor but constant references of inner anger makes me nervous. Adding on to the fact that she's one of the prisoners that would kill again... Ma'am, please go to therapy.

Kei

Kei is that kind of character that you just fall more in love with the more you learn about him. Then again, he hasn't actually revealed a lot about his crime but his backstory instead. His relationship with Eiji will never not be * incoherent sobbing*. I eagerly await more crumbs on Mr and Mrs Sanada as well! 🤲

I didn't think his dynamic with Shun and Eiko could get any worse, but I was wrong. I WAS SO WRONG. Isn't this the man that was supposed to be the most violent prisoner? What happened to him?? Please get him out of there. Somebody save him. #freethesanadas

Eiko

I'll be honest, she's the character that I forget about the most. Which is kind of weird considering she has the most gruesome murder method in undercover, but it might be a metaphor. Her relationship with her mother is interesting, so I'm looking forward to that.

I do love her design though, especially since she looks so much like Iris, hehe. Her style is great, quite alike Yui's.

Asahi

Rin 🤝 Asahi: Getting more sympathetic as milgram continues. They're the true siblings here. 🤣

Asahi is such a menace, but his insults actually work now that he's had enough time to get a read on everybody. Its funny, I'm down for it. His demeanor towards Miki is really cute! At the end of the day, I want them to get better, which is probably impossible given the nature of milgram, but the sentiment is there. They're a little messed up, but they seem like the characters most likely to be able to live a normal, somewhat happy life if they got out of milgram.

Yurika

Still don't know who her victims are, but all will be revealed in due time. Her relationship with her manager is sad but mostly funny. 😂 I'm not sure how to feel about kinning her the most out of all your ocs like the manga hobby, the struggle of being independent hhhhh

Her ability to resort to violence so easily is kind of interesting now that I think about it, considering one of her themes in struggling with independence. You wouldn't expect her to be the violent type after reading most of what we know about her, but it works somehow.

Riku

His t1 designnn 💖💖💖 Eh, I'm not sure if I like his half and half hairstyle for t2. But the part about the white reminding him of his friend was 👌👌 I can't remember what made him choose those colours, but what if...subconsciously, he chose it because it reminded him of his friend? Just kidding! ...Unless? 👀

His complicated relationship with his friend reminds me of Kalim and Jamil in a way, haha. Have I said this before? I wonder if Riku liked his friend at some point, or at least appreciated something about him. His friend didn't seem to have been a good place either. They both should have gone to therapy together smh. 😔

Reina

Its not really that my eyes have been opened, just that she dropped the serial killer act and now I like her a lot more for it. She's also the only prisoner who's bothering to figure out what's going on milgram, so slay queen. I also love her haircut!! I had a similar one earlier this year, and I got a number of compliments so... :D We twinned.

Ahaha, so her victim is her brother... I figured, but I thought her friends were the ones mainly responsible for the murder. Was it more of an accident? Did something go out of hand? Or is Reina just blaming herself because what else can she do? 🥲

Eiji

Yeah, I understand that he is the more unforgiving guard and he did give the t1 prisoners horrible punishments, but he doesn't deserve this 😭😭😭 Why must things keep happening to him? What is wrong with him and his brother? /pos

Also, I'm still curious about his past. 👀 Kei has been dropping a lot of crumbs, but I still need Eiji to fill in the gaps, haha. What do you mean 10yo Eiji had to protect Kei? Wasn't Kei described to be violent in t1? The sanada parents toooo #freethesanadas

Miki

Her relationship with Asahi is so 💖💖 But other than that, I don't have much to say because she's a pretty cut and dry character. Not that there's anything wrong with that! There's just not a lot of mystery surrounding her anymore compared to her coworkers.

I'm also not sure about her savior complex anymore. 🤔 It doesn't appear that much, and her aggressiveness towards some of the prisoners shows that she's either angrier than she lets on or is a bit of a hypocrite imo. I dunno, let's see what she does for t3! :D

Hiyuu

He's only been here for like, 1 and a half vds but I love him already. Being more of a morally grey guard will do it for me. He's just an eepy lil boi. Can't wait to see what he'll do in t3! But his hinted punishment methods are uh 😰 His mask is really scary too.

#the sheer number of hearts for Kei is 😂😂#tbh I put a heart over “a beast unleashed” for Asahi's part partly because I could get a bingo #miyagawa akio #hanasaki aimi #ishizu shun #chiba naomi #sanada kei #yoshioka eiko #yano asahi #maruyama yurika #kuroki riku #himura reina #sanada eiji #andou miki #kuroki hinode

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truckreincarnation · 6 months

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"I wanna hear if the killer is coming" - Wendy Williams | Bian Le | Trial 3.2 | ATTN: Alvarie | RE: Theophania, Germain, Harriet,

“I still think- whether the third person is the killer or not- it was necessary to hide in plain sight. Because how else would you be able to sneak past someone and blend into a crowd of many people rushing to the scene? It would make sense if they hid in the darkness originally, but after the body was found..?

Even if the room is dark, it would’ve been very difficult to hide and get out after the murder without being caught. They would’ve had to make it past Shin, who was waiting at the top of the stairs, and then make it past the people who arrived first to the scene.

But there is one thing… um, Alvarie? I have a question… I know hide in plain sight wears off when you leave a room or area. Would the two parts of the fountain count as one area, or two separate areas?

Bian continues to sketch in her sketchbook, biting her lip as she works. She’s definitely trying to figure something out, but her forehead is slightly furrowed.

"It’s true… while we have no definitive proof, I think it’s still likely the killer.

I really doubt there were any accomplices, though. There… there are very few people here who I think would be willing to even do that. No matter how close people are, it’s still something that puts you at risk- even if you save someone you care about, you could die instead, or someone else you love. Especially something as risky as killing two people. I know it isn’t a foolproof argument, but I doubt that’s the case…

Also, if Frank has a concussion, it explains how he doesn’t remember this… and the killer wouldn’t have been able to predict a concussion. They would’ve been taking a risk leaving him alive, yet they did. I think that only adds weight to the fact that they didn’t… they didn’t get to finish…”

(MINOR EMETOPHOBIA CW)

Bian feels sick for a second, and she gags, lurching forward- but she’s able to compose herself quickly. Not here, not now.

(CW END)

…I’m open to other theories. I don’t want to go down a rabbit hole like Theophania said. I just… I really don’t see where else this could’ve gone.“

Deep breath. Bian starts to write something out, humming a small note.

"So far… I might be missing someone, but I know that Harriet, Germain, Vee, Nao and Esmee can all hide in plain sight. I… have some thoughts… but I want to wait and hear more. There’s… wait…”

She looks around with wide eyes for a moment before going back to her journal, continuing to write and sketch as she works her way through the evidence.

“There is one hang up I have… not about any theory, but I just…

Meili and Frank were hanging out together… right? They said as much in the group chat. Unless the killer wasn’t paying attention, they would’ve known they were together. It would’ve been very risky to attack when it would’ve been two people against one.

I guess… one counterargument to this is that it could be that Frank is the killer, and his injuries are from the fight, but I sincerely doubt that. Not just for personal reasons… but the two of them were found holding hands. That’s not something you do with your killer. That, and they talked about their plans very openly in the journal. It would’ve been a terrible idea for either of them to try anything when they had concrete proof they were together. But also… they were rather close… or I think they were… it would just be… ”

Bian’s breath turns shaky for a moment, but she’s able to catch herself before she starts to panic again. She told herself she wouldn’t have another episode.

“The killer is a third party. But… why attack two people instead of one? If your only weapon was a lance, wouldn’t that be a lost cause..? I… many of us were alone, and would’ve made easier targets… it doesn’t make sense to go after two people when one would’ve done. The killer could’ve had something against Frank or Meili, but even then, why attack when they're together?

That just… it seems very dangerous for the killer to go after two people. I really don’t get it.”

#Bian #ch3 #trial3 #submission

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toof1ess · 2 years

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rising action in angela davis's autobiography

Angela Davis opens her memoir on august 9th 1970, two days after the Marin county courthouse shootout. She describes her friend handing her a wig she described the anger & fear she felt. She was a fugitive at this point and there was a warrant out for her arrest and a couple weeks later the FBI would add her to the most wanted list & be the 3rd woman to get on that list. She was charged with being an accomplice to conspiracy, kidnapping & 1st degree homicide of George Harold Haley. She details being on the run & the subsequent trial that occurred but I will talk about that in a separate post. Right now, we are talking about what events would be considered rising actions in her story. As with most of her writing, her intro is written in a compelling way that grabs your attention from the first sentence and truly sets the mood for the rest of her story. She then rewinds to her formative years & all her influences, talking about her mother Sallye's involvement in the NAACP and with other communist organizations. How growing up around radical thinkers affected her intellectual development. She also mentions her involvement with the girl scouts and how it got her politically involved. With the girl scouts she picketed & marched to end racial segregation in schools. The neighborhood she grew up in was called dynamite hill due to the frequent bombings that were an attempt to drive out black people living in the area. When she went to New york to go to high school in an integrated school her mother worried about her having to grow up too fast which Angela rebuttaled with the fact that any black child in the south had to mature before their time. At Elisabeth Irwin high school she learned more about politics and political theory & quickly became very interested. She continued to learn and grow through travel and organized with her local community as best she could. Its hard to define one single inciting incident for the path she was set on because there are just so many, if you want just one inciting incident to the Marin county courthouse shootout you would look to the Soledad brothers. In January of 1970 3 black prisoners Cleveland Edwards, Alvin Miller and W.L. Nolen were murdered in Soledad prison by a guard/sharpshooter in a fight that broke out because the two white prisoners were Aryan brotherhood. 13 black prisoners started a hunger strike to draw attention but when they did get noticed, the three murders were considered justifiable homicide. This allegedly sparked the Soledad brothers, George Jackson, John Culchette & Fleeta Drumgo to murder a prison guard. The Soledad brothers were considered political prisoners. Angela supplied guns to Jonathan Jackson, George Jackson’s 17 year old brother, which he used in the Marin county courthouse shootout which resulted in 4 deaths, those being Jonathan Jackson, James Mcclain, William Christmas & judge Harold Haley. According to Black Panther Party veteran Kiilu Nyasha, “The plan was to use the hostages to take over a radio station and broadcast the racist, murderous prison conditions and demand the immediate release of the Soledad Brothers.” however that never happened. Which brings us back to the events mentioned at the start of the book which are built upon further. Its hard to fit the events of a 400 page biography and the emotions that go with it into such a short thing and something I cannot do. I merely mention the events but no one other than Angela can convey her emotions adequately.

#for school :3

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angelyuji · 3 years

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oh my god i loooove TDATT too!! if possible, would you maybe please write something about I’d sheriff bodecker was super protective (dare i say platonically yandere) of his daughter who was with yan!arvin?

reader uses she/her pronouns

cw // possessive and controlling behavior, violence, running away, yandere behavior (let me know if i missed any)

· omggg hhHhhhh i absolutely adore this, and for the sake of this request, pretend like bodecker lives in coal creek lol

· you wouldn’t tell your father that you started dating someone until you were going steady with arvin

· you know how he wasn’t going to react well, so you tried to hold off as long as you could

· but when arvin asked if you would introduce him to your father, you knew you had to at least break the news to your father instead of surprising him

· lee bodecker hates surprises. so, when his baby girl told him that she was dating a boy from church…he was unhappily surprised.

· “…sweetheart. you know what the rules are.”

· “daddy, please. you’ll love him once you meet him!”

· “i-”

· “daddy, arvin’s real sweet to me and you won’t stop me from seeing him.”

· “…one mistake and he’ll have bullet holes in his chest.”

· you sigh, but hug your father, “thank you, daddy.”

· “anything for you, princess”

· arvin would be literally every parent’s dream. he knocks on your door the moment it turns 6:00

· he’ll come in his best outfit with flowers for you and whiskey for your father

· bodecker would be watching arvin’s every move, but no matter how wonderful arvin is in front of lee, he won’t be happy

· “no is no.” he downs his beer and snaps at you for another, ignoring your frustrated groan.

· “wh-what do you mean “no”? arvin was amazing, daddy! he followed every rule, so why don’t you like him!?!” you pull at your hair.

· “i don’t need to explain myself to you, sweetheart. i am your father, so i’ll be making the rules.” your father doesn’t look up at you as he cleans his gun.

· “that’s not fair! daddy, you didn’t even give him a chance!” you slam your hands on the table, the bottle rattled and fell. the crisp smash caused silence to fill the room.

· you can see the rage on your father’s face as he stands up, “y/n m/n bodecker, i am tired of this nonsense. you are MY daughter and if i hear anything about this “arvin” boy again, i’ll lock you in this house.”

· you stay silent as you feel tears build up, you hear him sigh, but you wipe away you’re the stray tears, “i hate you” you spit out and run to your room.

· bodecker sees red, “COME BACK HERE, GIRL.” he hears your door slam shut and muffled sobs filter out.

· he doesn’t mean to isolate you from this boy, but the idea of you leaving him like your mom, it scares him

· you’re his baby, his child, his reason for living, and seeing you fall for arvin made him realize that you’re not gonna be his little girl anymore and that pissed him off

· this arvin took his little girl from him and he’s gonna make him pay for that

· “you stay away from my daughter, boy.”

· “i love her, sir, and she loves me. you can’t stop us from being together.” the sheriff grabs arvin by the collar and slams him against the wall.

· “now you listen, i gave up my world to raise my little girl right. she’s mine and mine only. i ain’t letting some murderer’s son take my baby. you come near her again, i’ll kill you.” arvin stays silent and lee lets go of him. he pats arvin on the shoulder before taking his leave.

· unbeknownst to bodecker, while he was on his shift, you ran away with arvin

· he’d get the call about arvin killing the priest and come home to tell you about your murderous boyfriend

· “y/n! y/n, come here! i got some news to tell you about that friend of yours.” lee smiled gleefully at the news he had to share, but silence greeted him. with a frown, lee sighed and walked to your room.

· he opened the door slowly, “baby, i know you’re upset, but i was right about-” panic set in lee’s heart as he scanned the room. you’re gone.

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novasdarling · 2 years

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Chrollo taking his darling in front of the troupe to show who owns her....

Could also be non-con

Love it. I decided to also add some Stockholm syndrome maybe setting in. Enjoy!

My Little Treasure

TW: Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome Mentioned, Smut, Dubcon/Noncon, Fingering, Female Reader.

It was hard to get used to your new life. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to get kidnapped by your boyfriend. Get dragged from location to location by him and his gang. Be threatened if you even attempt to leave. Chrollo made it clear, if you ran he would let Feitan have his fun with you. You had heard his victims screams, them begging for mercy that was not there. That Feitan would never grant. You couldn’t end up in his hands, even if Chrollo was bluffing, you wouldn’t take that chance.

You had been good, never ran, never caused too much of a fuss. Just was always there for him, there where he left you when he returned. There to welcome him back after a long day. To praise him and show him how much you loved him. Chrollo was simple in that way, as long as you obeyed him to a point and loved on him. He spoiled you. It wasn’t that bad in the sense he never harmed you besides the initial kidnapping. But what made it worse was how he acted like nothing had changed, as if you two were the couple you used to be. It seemed in his twisted mind, kidnapping you was just another step in the relationship. Which showed when he used to yell and isolate you after you had an outburst about how he was twisted and fucked up. Eventually, you learned, being good got you rewarded. Chrollo would even take you out for walks, taking you to cafes if there was any near. It was almost normal if you could forget about the locks on the door when he left. It was almost as if you were back to the old ways. A fantasy you lived in.

The troupe were like his friends, and you should get to know your partner's friends. Yes, that’s it. They were his friends, it was easier to see them like that rather than what they really were. His accomplices in murder and theft. You decided to seek out Pakunoda and Shizuku as they seemed the least threatening. Though you weren’t stupid enough to not realize every member posed a threat. They were all murderers with no remorse. But they seemed kinder, giving you smiles when you passed by. Even bringing you food or offering short times of company when Chrollo was out. It was nice to have someone to talk to. Someone who you don’t have to necessarily tiptoe around if they angered or upset you. You would guess Chrollo wouldn’t be pleased.

As time went on, you’d ask the girls to stay with you when they were free. Talking about everything, what was going on outside, holidays, relationship advice. You were careful with what you said and you knew so were they. Though it was easier being more open with Shizuku, she would commonly forget the conversations shortly after they occurred. Meaning there was no harm in stating your opinions or feelings of Chrollo.

You thought this was safe, that there was no harm having some friends. Yet, Chrollo seemed to take offence to it. Letting his anger slowly build up every time he couldn’t find you only to find you with them. When you weren’t waiting for him anymore by the door to your room. No more “welcome home” from you, after a long day that was all he wanted. But no, you were off with others. You couldn’t see the anger boiling in him. Missing how he glared at others now, at any of the members when they talked or even looked at you. Being oblivious to his temper coming to an edge. Until it, all poured out. You were walking back from spending some time with a few of the members, hearing that Chrollo was back with the others. You made your way to see him. Walking the dark halls of the newest hideout that Chrollo had picked. Only to feel a sudden pull on you. Being taken into a dark room watching as the door slammed shut. Pushed down onto the floor deep into the room. It was pitch black, you weren’t even able to see anything in the room. You weren’t sure what was happening, but once you heard his voice it all made sense. Who else could it of been besides Chrollo? The rest of the troupe knew not to mess with you like this. But Chrollo had given himself permission to scare you. “Well, well my love. So nice of you to finally come back.” You tried to explain, that you were on your way back to him. “I’m aware you were on your way back, but why weren’t you there when I arrived? I had been back for well over 10 minutes. I know Phinks arrived in the room you were at almost right as we arrived. You should of left right then.” He was angry at you. He was right Phinks had come into the room you and the girls were in. But instead of leaving, you finished the conversation with them. Take your time to leave. You assumed Chrollo would show some disdain to you arriving so late. But not like this. Not like how he was, somewhere in the darkroom. Having his questions bounce around, unable to pin down where he was. His interrogation of you reminded you of the first few weeks after he had taken you. He enjoyed scaring you, pulling you into rooms to worry you. To have you alone if he thought the troupe were too likely to walk into his room and bother him. Or when he wanted to scare and punish you. This was just like before. You had hoped he was over the power trip he gained from scaring you. You had been so good for him all of this time. Not even trying to run when you had a clean getaway.

Suddenly his voice was right by your ear. He was behind you, his body now pressed against yours. Arms curling themselves around your waist. Holding you in place as he pressed kisses against the back of your neck. It was wrong that he was making you feel good, that his kisses were making you want him. “Chrollo, please I-” A pain surged through your neck, Chrollo had bitten down on you. It felt like he had broken skin. Your pleas didn’t work, and trying to push him away did nothing. He had you pressed so tightly against him as he went between kisses and bites. Chrollo was being aggressive, pulling at you. Pulling you into him as his mouth worked its way down your neck and shoulder. It felt nice, the kisses did. But his bites reminded you this wasn’t him going at you because he wants you. Rather this was something different.

All your attempts to stop Chrollo, to get him to explain yourself, even to apologize for being late. Nothing seemed to distract him away from his assault on you. Giving in was the best solution you come up with. You were at his mercy, you always were.

Chrollo lips continued to attack your body. Murmurs of how you were his escaped his lips, his possessiveness was coming out further than it had since the first night he had taken you. It was clear that your time wasn’t really yours, not even your time belonged to him. Unless he was gone your time was to be spent with him, even then he designated where you would stay.

“So what made you stay so long with them?” Chrollo’s kisses had slowed down. “Were you avoiding me? Letting them take so much of your precious time. Your time that belongs to me.” His hand came up to your face to brush a strand of hair away from your face. While his other hand snaked its way down into your pants. Pulling a moan from you as he ghosted over your clit. “Hmm, I love to hear your moans my love, but I need an answer.” You tried to explain why you were seeing them, how you felt. But your moans kept breaking apart your answer. “I-I just, fuck, just wanted someone. A friend, please Chrollo not now anyone could walk by.” “That’s fine, let them hear who you belong to my dear. Now as you were saying, a friend?” You tried to explain between moans. When you were taking too to respond to his liking, he suddenly turned you around. You were now facing him, he quickly moved his hand back down your pants. Letting two of his fingers slowly dig into you. Inch by inch his long and slender fingers crept in. He was going so slow. Your attempts to grind yourself on his fingers were halted by his other hand gripping your hips. You were staged in such a vulnerable position on his lap. Legs now spread while he was between them.

Moans escaped your lips instead of the answer he was looking for. “As I said, I love your moans, but I need an answer.” Your explanation all came pouring out. Only if that meant he would stop teasing you and just give you what you wanted. How you were lonely, desperate, you just wanted attention. Wanted to make everything seem more normal. Have friends like normal people do. His face was unreadable by your answer. It was impossible to tell if your answer was enough. If it angered him or not. If he was angry you wished he would just say so, let you know he was disappointed. Instead of staring at you while his fingers still worked on you. It was frustrating, but he always did this to you. Letting his answers and true intentions linger in the air. Only coming out in bits and pieces. Letting you know only what he wished. This was no different. You were met with his eyes staring at you with a blank look. “I see. You were lonely. That still doesn’t excuse your behaviour.” Chrollo’s fingers pushed fully into you. Quickly finding your sweet spot. His fingers curled against it, causing you to lean against him. Your head laying on his shoulder, moaning into his neck. Enjoying how his fingers always so easily worked you up. It was wrong, he was mad at you for no real reason. Simply because your attention was going elsewhere. He had kidnapped you, taken you away from everything yet it was wrong to try to have a somewhat normal life in this mayhem. “Stop, no. Not now. I-I don’t want to.” It wasn’t fair that he always expected you to act the way he wanted. Chrollo ignored your words, continuing to use his finger to bring out those pretty sounds. He always made you weak when he toyed with you. It was so difficult to try to stop him. He was so determined, using his silver tongue to calm you. To ease your actions and make you give in. His words had commonly relaxed you, granting him what he wanted. You were so worked up you hadn’t noticed how Chrollo reached in his coat pocket to pull his phone. Texting something you didn’t catch, nor care about.

The feeling in your lower abdomen was building. Growing more and more as his fingers continued their assault. Drool had pooled from your mouth, landing on his shoulder. You wanted to cum so badly. To make a mess on his fingers. You needed it so badly. “Please Chrollo. I’m so close.” He gave you a hum to acknowledge he heard you. Moving his fingers faster. The feeling finally felt like it exploded. The orgasm was so intense. Coursing through your body. You couldn’t help the lewd sounds ripping through your throat. Mixtures of sounds and his name came through. You couldn’t help how loud you were. It was all too much.

Once you calmed down. You looked up at him with tired eyes. Chrollo looked down with a smile plastered on his face. He was happy with himself. Getting you to be so loud with just his fingers. “Chrollo. I’m so, tired.” You wanted to shut your eyes and sleep. “I know.” Chrollo placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Rest.” And you were. You were about to fall asleep in his arms. Only jolting up when you remembered where you were. In some random room in the hideout, not your bedroom. A room off of a hallway every member used. Oh no, had people heard you. Chrollo must of seen your worry as you glanced at the door. He laughed and removed his hands from you. Moving you to sit on your own on the floor. “It’s alright my love.” He got up and walked to the door. Opening it to reveal many of the troupe members standing awkwardly outside. “Now that they heard how you’re all mind. How I am only permitted to take your time. Now, why don’t we show them how you prefer to spend your free time?” The embarrassment coursed through you. They had heard all of it. Heard your moans and pleas to Chrollo. As Chrollo walked towards you, you realized he wasn’t lying. He really wanted to show them what you should be doing in your free time. Entertaining him, rather than any of them.

Ko-fi (tip if you wanna)

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elles-archives · 2 years

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Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader

In for a Penny Part: Five

Word Count: 1336

Series Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers for Knives Out, Talks of pregnancy, Murder, Swearing, Potentially dark themes (but not really), Death, Nausea, Anxiety. (I may add more as the series progresses)

Part Warnings: Smut, talks of future pregnancies but reader is not pregnant yet.)

Series Summary: When Harlan Thrombey is found dead, the last person you would think is responsible is. The only problem is how far do you go to protect the ones you love the most.

(A/N: Two parts in one day! I have fully written the series now so i will hopefully be updating everyday. )

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When I finally got home from the hellish day, I saw Ransom sitting in a chair in the living room. “Where’d you take Marta then?”

“We went to a diner.” I answered before going to walk up the stairs. I all honesty, I was still trying to process what Marta had told me. As I was completing my night-time routine I heard Ransom enter our shared bedroom.

He was being unusually quiet, especially for someone who wanted me home so quickly. Knowing Ransom for a decade and being married to him for four years, I knew that there was something on his mind.

When I finished in the bathroom, she joined him in bed. “So, you gonna tell me what’s the matter or am I gonna have to deal with you in a mood?” He didn’t answer me straight away. I just looked at him, waiting for him to say something. “Fine, have it your way.”

I went to roll over, but Ransom put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him, with my head on his bare chest. I could feel his chest rise and then fall with a sigh, the light chest hair tickling my nose. “I hired Blanc.”

“What?”

“I hired Blanc.” He stopped for a second before continuing. “I’m only going to ask you this once Y/N. Did Marta have anything to do with my Grandfather’s death?”

“Where did that come from?” I found it extremely odd that he would suspect Marta out of nowhere.

“Answer my question first Y/N/N and I’ll answer yours.”

I looked up at him before taking a deep breath. I had promised Marta that I wouldn’t say anything, but could I really lie to my husband? As much as I loved Marta, my marriage was worth more to me.

“She said that Harlan was protecting her. That he slit his own throat after she mixed up the medication.” I took a deep breath and the felt Ransom move underneath me. “It was an accident Ran. She is very shaken up.”

“By telling you she made you an accomplice.” He pointed out.

“I already said I’d help her.”

“Y/N/N” Ransom sighed.

“I know okay. Look at it this way, technically, Marta didn’t kill Harlan, he ended…” I stopped talking after I saw the look on Ransom’s face.

“Fine, here’s what’s going to happen. I am going to talk to Marta. That way I can make sure that you don’t get into any trouble.”

I nodded my head.

“Tell me, why did you suspect Marta?” He looked at me and sighed.

“I know my Grandfather. He wouldn’t have just killed himself and it would have taken a lot for someone to encourage him to. He trusted Marta the most out of all of us.

“Now personally I have had a crap day. So, I’m gonna fuck you before we go to sleep.” Ransom told her. Happy about the change in subject, I quickly agreed. Ransom rolled on top of me, trapping me between the mattress and his torso. He started kissing me with passion, teeth clashing together. His arms framing me in. I reached up behind him with my fingers clawing at his hair.

Ransom quickly removed my nightclothes, before proceeding to kiss down my neck. I let out a moan when I felt Ransom’s fingers on my clit. I put my hands on the sides of his face to pull him down and connect our lips. Moving my hands down, I rid him of his underwear, feeling his hard cock slap against my thigh. I started pumping him gently coaxing a groan out of him. I grinned as he nuzzled into my neck at the feeling.

It didn’t take long for him to remove my hand from his cock and take over; he moved his lips down my neck as he started rubbing his cock through my folds. Without much warning, he pushed into me, bottoming out almost straight away. It didn’t matter how many times I’d taken him before; I swear that I would never get used the pleasurable burn his cock provided me.

He started pumping in and out as me as my nails raked down his back, leaving red marks. My hands eventually went down to grab his arse. I started pulling him in closer, wrapping my legs around his hips. One of Ransom’s hands was in my hair the other gripping onto my hip tight enough to leave a bruise, not that I minded. Rolling my hips towards him, made him go deeper; causing him to let out an animalistic groan.

I felt my high approaching, a wave of euphoria about to crash over me before I felt Ransom slow down. “Wait. Don’t cum yet.” Ransom was almost begging. All I could do was whine pathetically in response. “I just want this to last.” He admitted.

The both of us relished in the new, slower pace that Ransom was setting, until it became too much for the pair of us. We mutually agrees to speed up again. Ransom’s hips were clashing with mine, roughly colliding together, bringing me even closer to my peak. Neither of us cared about the ache it brought just focusing on bring each other to our highs.

It didn’t take long, with sweat pouring down both out foreheads, for us to reach our orgasms together. wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him to collapse on top of me, revelling in the comfort his weight provided me.

Just as I felt like I could drift off in my husband’s arms, my phone rang. “Ignore it.” Ransom grumbled from where his head rested on my sternum. As tempted as I was to listen to him, I knew nobody would be calling me this late at night unless it was important.

Reaching over to the bedside table, I picked up my phone from where it lay and saw Nicole’s name. Huffing, I answered the phone.

“Hey Nic, what’s up?”

“Just calling to check on you. I knew that you would still be awake and after today I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Yeah I’m good. Listen I am really tired. Long day and all. Speak to you soon?”

“Of course, bye Y/N/N.”

“Bye Nic.”

Hanging up the phone quickly, I felt Ransom cling to me more and lifted his head to look at me.

“You remember just before we got married you said one day you wanted to be a mother?”

“Yeah?” I questioned. It was a long time ago and we both decided that we didn’t need kids to fulfil our lives together, but they would never be unwanted either.

“Well, how would you feel if we tried for one? Harlan always loved children, as he had three children and three grandchildren. I think this is the right time.”

“If you’re sure this is the right time?” Honestly, I thought it was weird. Over the years I had seen a different Ransom to the one his family sees, and I had no doubts he would be a good father. But Harlan had just died and with no more money coming in from Ransom’s side, I knew things would be tight and that we would both have to make sacrifices.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I know money will be tight, but we’ll work something out. Life’s too short Y/N/N. I want us to have a baby.” Ransom looked vulnerable in that moment.

I nodded my head in agreement. “Yeah alright, let’s try for a baby.” I grinned at him. Ransom rolled off of me and laid next to me, pulling me into his chest. Our sweaty bodies remained entangled together. I felt myself falling into a sleep, thoughts consumed by what Marta had told me. Something in me was telling me things were going to change soon, potentially for the worst.

I watched as Ransom had fell asleep holding me and I decided to relax. I knew that with him lying next to me everything would be alright.

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWENTY THREE || THE ORIGIN OF BLIND OBEDIENCE 2

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : swearing + mention of violence + mention of hell + mention of killing + mention of fire + mention of burning + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 16 may

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 2.5k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but….

↳ previous episode : the origin of blind obedience

↳ next episode : accomplices

↳ barista’s notes : let me admit, this isn’t by best piece of work since it’s been a while (taking a break does affect my typing skills, i can’t lie ʕ ꆤ ᴥ ꆤʔ) but i hope you enjoy this episode and for a hint of the next and final episode, it will be about Y/N’s past...like a time line may i say...NO MORE HINTS FOR YOU ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’.

Destructive Curse Spell number four: Byakurai : 5:04-5:17

Binding Curse Spell number eighty-one: Danku : 3:56-4:05

Binding Curse Spell number sixty-one: Rikojokoro : 2:08-2:14

Destructive Curse Spell number fifty-four: Haien : 6:08-6:12 (but if you have read the manga...you know what Sukuna did)

2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique : hopefully this video is slightly better…

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

“That’s a bit rude to say, don’t you think? Have some respect child,” the woman uttered in annoyance before you violently pushed your katana forward causing your opponent to be shoved away to some distance leaving space between you both.

“Respect goes both ways, you drag,” you replied back as you processed to raise your katana with a hint of excitement lingering within the blade as your cursed energy began to automatically flow to the black blade like the river you were near right now within the domain you were in.

“Don’t you think we should take this fight outside? I don’t want your little friends to get in the way,” your opponent queried. However, that question went from one ear to the other ear for you as you began to figure out what the plan was right now since you and your classmates were now dealing with two to three opponents.

‘Time...how much time do I have....how much time do I actually need?’

“It’s not good to daze out during a battle, what happens if I suddenly attack you?” the opposition taunted, yet you still didn’t have some sort of reaction like she wanted, causing a frown of irritation to gradually appear on her face.

Suddenly, you began to transfer some of your cursed energy to your arms and legs before swiftly pushing the ball of your right foot to push yourself forward before processing to swing your katana down, surprising the women in front of you as she quickly raised her metal tonfas to narrowly block your ambush, only for your other hand to reach the side of your belt to speedily unhook the polearm that was hanging on the side before fully swinging it towards the side of your enemy’s body.

Utilising some more cursed energy, the polearm immediately extended causing the metal pole to harshly smash into the side of the woman’s hip causing her to groan loudly in pain before hurling downwards like she was going to vomit, only for your foot to suddenly make contact with her stomach as you used your cursed energy to enhance the strength of your kick causing your opponent’s body to be thrust forward at a rapid rate as it pushed itself passed the wall of the domain you were in.

“You guys make sure to deal with that curse and the domain, I’ll handle her!” you shouted at your classmates in a panic before forcing yourself past the barrier of the domain that you were in to run after your attacker leading you to come back to where you were in the beginning, under Yashachi Bridge.

Currently, in front of you, was the woman crouching down while coughing in pain as she clenched her stomach causing you to take a few steady steps towards her body while raising your polearm over your head leading the woman to her to raise her head only to see the murderous look in your eyes causing a large wave of utter terror to consume her.

From all the years she had taken care of you, never once did she ever come to view the look that you were wearing right now. When you were just a child, you were somewhat of the quiet type and never really had the effort to make any friends yet for some reason, people were able to come up to you for help and you would gladly offer your guidance to them. From her view of you, never once you had expressed such extreme emotions as you did now.

“When did- When did you become like this?” your opponent muttered while groaning in pain causing you to look at her with a lack of emotions as you began to slowly detach yourself from every memory of the woman that was at the lowest point right now. “When did you get this strong in such a short amount of time?” she questioned angrily, before slowly coming back up on her feet before raising the metal tonfas that now had a noticeable slanted side causing you to realise that your katana had cut through the metal.

However, before you could even observe your opponent’s weapon further, she suddenly came forward towards your direction, leading you to lower your polearm to use it as a guard which caused her right metal tonfa to come into contact with the dark blue metal. Quickly, you forced your foot to dig into the soiled ground to hold onto the dominance you had in this fight before swinging your other hand to make use of the katana you had in your other hand only to suddenly make your opponent come to view with the handle but without the blade that was usually there.

“Oh...sorry...I forgot I activated the technique,” you announced in a low tone causing your attacker to look at the ‘weapon’ with complete confusion in here eyes before an unexpected gust of wind came causing a few pink petals to come into view as the flowed past both of you and the woman you were fighting.

“But you didn’t activate your domain expansion...how are petals surrounding us right now?” your opponent stuttered as more petals began to surround you both leading the woman’s eyes to widen as she was coming to the realisation that she was now going to be en-caged by the flowery technique.

“Why should I tell you? It’s more fun to keep a few secrets here and there, you know,” you answered as swiftly slide the handle back into the wooden sheath that was hanging behind you to proceed using your free hand to grab the upper area of the pole before violently pushing the pole forward causing the metal tonfa to be released forcibly from her tight grasp following by you thrusting the polearm forward which lead to the sharp blade to slit a cut on the cheek of the woman in front of you generating a wince out of her.

Continuing your sequence of attacks, you let your upper grasp from the polearm go, causing you to pull your hand back, spawning a large wave of petals to follow along, leaving no time for your opponent to react as a multitude of petals from behind to beginning cutting her left arm in the process with no mercy whatsoever.

Screaming through the pain, your opponent attempted to pull her arm away from the surprisingly brutal attack, only for the petals to keep it anchored in the pink wave leading more slashed to be produced in the process before all of the pink petals separated themselves out into single petals to act like normal petals falling from cherry blossom trees when in reality, you were the one controlling them.

Now with her one side covered in blood and cuts, the woman’s grip for her left metal tonfa was getting weaker and weaker by the second, unable to keep a hold on the only weapon she had right now. “You’ve become a monster…” the woman muttered as she observed the horrid sight of her arm before turning back to look at you, only to find your arm raised up like you were pointing at her.

“Destructive Curse Spell number four: Byakurai,” you chanted quietly, leading the familiar high-density of cursed energy being discharged from the tip of your index finger to form a concentrated bolt of lightning causing your opponent to use her right hand to grab something from her pocket before throwing it towards the direction of the sparking blue blast causing the thunderbolts to explode destructively leading the ends of the light to hit the ground causing massive cracks and indents to be created.

‘Shit...maybe I shouldn’t use as much cursed energy like that again…’ you thought as you tutted at the result of the women’s defence before facing forward again to check the smoke that was soon clearing.

‘The use of jewels condensed with cursed energy is something she can do...I completely forgot about that. If I can recall, they can be used like bullets meaning they are fast...a little too fast for the petals…’

As expected, there was a sudden hint of light coming through the smoke leading a few jewels to shoot through the smoke before it cleared, leading you to rapidly gather enough cursed energy to your hand at a speed you rarely needed to be at.

“Binding Curse Spell number eighty-one: Danku!” you shouted leading a large clear rectangular wall to swiftly manifest in front of you, blocking the jewels as they exploded the split second they made contact with your shield leading a massive gust of wind the rush past. Without any sort of hesitation, the wall suddenly disintegrated while you swung your arm up leading the pink petals around you to follow your lead as you noticed the woman’s shadow moved up as the smoke continued to clear itself as the petals moved past it leading to your attacker’s eyes to widen once she noticed you were following her movements even when she was in the air.

Once you moved your hand to the right, the wave of petals began to move the same direction, causing the lady to notice that the massive wave was now behind the body leading you to swing the same arm downwards to engulf her as your raised the metal tip of the blade of your polearm to where you last saw her body before it disappeared within the sea of petals.

“Binding Curse Spell number sixty-one: Rikojokoro!' you chanted once again, leading to your cursed energy to manifest a spark of yellow energy on the tip of the polearm’s blade, which summoned six thin, wide beams of light that harshly slammed into the midsection of your opponent, causing her to fall from the sky resulting in her body slamming to the ground to which then you could observe how much damaged the petals have generated.

From your sights, there was a multitude of cuts to the woman’s body, all over her legs to the apples of her cheek, making the one you had caused earlier seem like a minor training injury as blood began to slowly descend from each opened wound which was too many to count. However, it seemed as if the woman wasn’t going to give up easily as she shockingly began to sluggishly lift herself up with her feet.

“You...heartless child...is this what you jujutsu sorcerers’ stand for? You...have never...asked...for what we want, and here you are...stabbing us without question...Y/N, we need you for what we want to achieve, don’t you want to know...what that is?” your opponent muttered, leading blood to drip from the corner of her mouth once she managed to stand on her feet leading you to smirk before a giggle began to emit from your mouth, shocking the woman, who you once used to call your mother, as fear began to cloud her expression once again.

“You expect me to ask! That’s the funniest thing I have heard to date hahaha, don’t make me laugh, you drag,” you responded before covering your mouth with your free hand as petals began to flutter around again as if they didn’t cause the horrific injury scattered around the woman’s body right now.

“Understand this, you can’t ‘need’ me...don’t drag me into your plans,” you mentioned with the smirk widening before transferring your cursed energy away from the polearm causing it to narrow back down into the small section just like how it was handed to you by Gojo before hooking it back to your belt. “Me, a monster? I can understand why you would call me that, it is expected from you curse users and cursed spirits haha,” you muttered in a taunting tone before opening your palm leading to some of the petals flying about to come towards your hand.

“Let me admit, I realised this quite late...or maybe it’s because of the mental state that I am in right now. The crown that I have been given by the people within the jujutsu world isn’t enough for me...being a queen on the chessboard isn’t enough yet I don’t have a god complex like Gojo Satoru...there are people below me and will forever stand below me...and you are one of them,” you announced before laughing in front of the women’s face as more petals began to gather within your open palm.

“Sukuna may sit on his throne but I will forever stand on my feet like I always do for my domain expansion...I hold the four pillars of the jujutsu world meaning the clans are within the palm of my hand...yet...they can burn within the second I want them to,” you sinisterly explained leading the petals within your palm to start burning.

“Remember this even after your death, you drag...I will always win...because I am L/N Y/N… the head of the L/N clan...I...will...always...win, see you in hell when I get there,” you stated with venom lasted into your tone before standing sideways as you used your other hand to grasp onto the flame before pulling it back like a sting of a bow as the fire manifested itself to shape like a large arrow

“Destructive Curse Spell number fifty-four: Haien,” you whispered before shooting the flaming arrow towards the woman causing the burned petals to stab the woman within the chest before it consumed her body with its violent flames leaving you to view the gruesome slight with no emotions present at all on your face as petals began to manifest from the flames before joining with the other petals that were flowing around the area you were in.

Taking the handle of your katana out, you allowed the petals to gradually merge together to generate the black blade that was supposed to be there before sliding it back in its wooden sheath.

“Should I run?” you question yourself in a quiet tone, as you turned your head back to see the forest that was standing behind you, opening its arm to let you escape again and disappear from the world of jujutsu sorcery like you had since the beginning. However, in the back of your mind, you knew that Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki were going to come looking for you, yet by the time they had the chance to, you would have been gone by then...gone somewhere far away.

“Should I run?” you whispered again as if you were waiting for someone to answer your question. However, as you had expected, nothing but the wind answered you leaving you in a state of confusion but weirdly peaceful as well. Now that you thought about it, this was the first time in a long time you were able to be alone with yourself and your thoughts due to you being disturbed by Gojo or anyone within the Jujutsu Tech institution as well.

Steadily, you turned your body to fully face the forest that was now tempting you to run into.

Slowly, you took one step forward.

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divinerulerluvr · 3 years

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Epilogue of a Lost Love

Where you're James' maid during the time of his almost capture.

James Patrick March x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Murder mention, murder, nothing really tbh it's fluffy at the end.

A/N - So basically Ms. Evers never existed in this and instead, you're the maid. I hope that makes sense but whatever. This is relatively short but it has a happy ending! So... enjoy that for now

The halls of the Hotel Cortez felt endless.

You had been working for Mr. March for three years and yet you felt like you kept finding new rooms and new passageways.

Being James March’s maid came with a dark secret. You knew what he was. You knew of his nasty habit and hobby. But you simply didn’t care. Your father always taught you that if it did not involve you, it was not your place to intervene.

You changed his bloodied sheets after a kill. You helped clean his clothing. You helped dispose of all evidence. You covered for him more times than not. He was a prim man-- one of proper reputation.

And of all people, you were not one to blab to authorities.

Quickly, you adapted to secrecy and never asked any questions about the man. You never asked why he did it, why he tortured, or why he treated his woman victims the way he did when he had a wife.

It was none of your business.

James respected you for that. You knew your place as the laundress and found your ability to keep a secret charming. He was glad he could find a woman to clean after him so well with such fuss.

As February of ‘29 approached, you noticed James becoming sloppy. He got more violent too.

“Miss. Y/l/n!” he’d yell out, pure anger coating his voice like molasses. You rush into the room, nervously holding your hands behind your back as you scan the horrific scene before you. “Clean this. I don’t have time, either,” he orders.

You never noticed how his eyes would linger on you as you bent over the bed to remove the linens. Or how he would hum softly under your touch as you quickly wiped away a blood splatter from his white button-down.

He wasn’t even sure if he wanted you to notice. He appreciated your help with his side hobby and that's as much as he’d vocalize. Hell, he never even said “Thank you” for the three years you had served under his harsh word.

But, on February twenty-fifth, you heard a loud clang as multiple men in suits with badges and guns entered the premises.

“Is there a James March here, ma’am?” one of the officers asks you. You shake your head. “I’m not sure. He may be out of town,” you lie for him. “I must go launder these. Pardon, sir,” you excuse.

They let you rush away and you go straight for James’ room to warn him.

He was in the process of killing somebody-- the dead body in a tub while he worked on amputating it to dispose of the body seamlessly.

“Miss. Y/l/n, what’re you doing interrupting--”

“They’re here, sir,” you cut him off, closing the door quietly and looking into his eyes. You didn’t do that often so for James to actually see your eyes properly meant you were serious. “The police. They’ve come to arrest you,”

He exhales deeply, dropping his saw into the tub carelessly. “Well,” he sighs, his head angled down in defeat. He finally looks back up at you, no anger on his face for once.

Randomly, he turns and leaves the room, grabbing something from the adjoined closet. He returns with two weapons-- a knife and a gun. He stands back where he was so you were both on opposite sides of the tub that held a dead, bloody body.

“Your loyalty has been provocative, dear. It would be an honor if you could follow me in death,” he says, his tone flat. Your face twists in confusion. “Mr. March I… I don’t know what to say,” you stammer.

“When the police reach us, they will think you were an accomplice. Which, to be fair, you are. It'd be better to save yourself the havoc and just… stick with me through this,” he adds on, a hinge of manipulation behind his words.

“You want me to die with you?” you ask, the way he phrased it making it seem like some off romantic sacrifice.

He smiles softly, kindness in his eyes that you never even imagined you’d see. “I find that women who are both beautiful and homely are always the most reliable. You, my darling, are both,”

His words made you swoon. Ignoring the circumstances, it was rather sweet. “Please, pick your weapon,” James says, extending the two options of a knife or a gun. You chose the gun, picking up the loaded revolver.

You press the tip of the gun to the side of your head but you whimper, your hand falling down. James frowns. “I’m afraid,” you say bashfully.

“Aw, my love,” he mutters. He reaches out and takes the gun from your hand and you let him. There was a loud knock on the door as James aimed the gun at your forehead. You exhale deeply, your eyes locked on his as you await death.

“My sweet, sweet girl,” he comments before pulling the trigger.

Your dead body falls back, feeling no pain as it takes less than a second for you to die. James drops the gun and quickly slashes his throat, bleeding out and dying as the police enter the small room.

You weren’t sure when you came back into consciousness as a ghost, but at some point you did.

The world felt dry. It was an odd feeling, knowing you were no longer alive but were still able to roam the hotel and do things. You couldn’t leave the hotel and that was it.

There was no motivation. There was nothing you wanted to do. All you wanted to do was locate James. You didn’t understand anything. Maybe James would. You doubted that, though. He’s a serial killer, not a paranormal expert.

Walking into his suite, your eyes roam the room you had only been allowed in if you were going to clean up. His room was elegant and decorated beautifully. You liked how minimalist it was. It was James’ style.

“I’m glad you decided to die with me, Y/n,” James says from behind you. He rarely said your first name so hearing it off of his tongue made you smile.

You turn around, facing the man you’ve cleaned up after for three years. He wore a pristine suit as always. But now, a dark red ascot covered his neck. You weren’t sure how he died, you just knew he was dead.

“James,” you say with a lovesick smile. His admittance of affection made you realize maybe you always wanted to be more than his maid.

He smiles as well, his charming dimples showing in his pale skin. He steps closer to you, reaching out and running his thumb down your jawline. You sink into the touch, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel his cold skin on yours.

“We have eternity, now. I hope to do all of the things I’ve longed for these past years,” he says. You smile, not feeling adrenaline like you usually would due to being dead.

Instead of responding, you just lean in and kiss him.

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scarletjedi · 3 years

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untitled Untamed time travel au, but make it Mingcheng

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Part 1: The set up

EDIT: Part 2A is up! Link at the bottom!

Okay, so, like I said. Mingcheng. Time travel. Fix-it.

(this is mostly a daydream and less a fic idea in and of itself, so I keep picturing it as a sequel to either Bilateral or shamelesscooper’s stuff - which I think this’ll be. a Spiritual successor)

So. Established Mingcheng as an ongoing, romantic relationship where they both understand that they’re building a relationship, not just a fling. We get A JC who, “canonically” can give NMJ a run for his money while sparring, and will *wear him out* in the bedroom. Like, I write smut, I think this is a *key element* in a top-tier Mingcheng fic (if they aren’t being written as asexual, naturally) and I think this dynamic just ADDS to JC’s budding reputation as a *stone cold badass.*

So, either way, you’ve read it. You know where they are.

To add a bit of angst for spice... Events play out as in canon, up through NMJ’s death. (I don’t think this is where established Mingcheng should go, btw - I think them being together changes events for the better and a lot of that shit is avoided). Broken hearted AGAIN (because lbr, NMJ was there for JC when his world fell apart. Probably even fought a bit - I needed your support! etc...) JC is visited by NHS.

He’s... different than JC remembered. Colder. Distant, but what was ditzy before is now aloof. Like he’s looking into you rather than through you. Nie Huaisang says.

“Jiang-xiong...did you love my brother?”

JC is incensed. How could NHS doubt his love? *JC* is not the one who leaves.

“Jin Guangyao killed him.” It’s the only time NHS says it out loud. “He sent Jin Zixuan to his death at Qiongqi path. He had his accomplice tamper with Wei Wuxian’s music, leading to—”

“Enough,” JC cuts him off. “So you want me to kill him for you?”

“No,” NHS said. “I want him unmade.”

Which - TIME TRAVEL MAGIC BA BOW

NHS sends JC back, but....I think I need something to go wrong. For reasons they use Baxia in the ritual, and NHS is adopting a ritual to send the self back to send JC back, but....

He gets it wrong and sends JC back IN ADDITION to himself

Baxia sends back NMJ

JC’s core sends back WWX

....handwavy some reason I want LWJ to be sent back as well

...and Wen Ning because he’s also tied to WWX and he’s alive but he keeps his ghost powers, I’ll explain later but it’s cool

...to the night before they start at Cloud Recesses

JC is like “alright! It worked! I have NHS’s plan. I rebuilt a sect before so I can totally do this!” ....but then WWX falls out of bed, freaking out and clutching his lower dantain, sobbing and freaking out- (because he’s a: suddenly very alive when he was dead and b: in possession of his golden core. It’s a bit disorienting) and JC is staring at him like: ...wtf? It wouldn’t be the first time WWX had nightmares, but they were about dogs- not whatever this is.

Anyway, then WWX sees JC, and JC can *see* the moment of fear (and that hurts because this WWX should not be afraid of him) and the mask fall and—

Look, JC isn’t stupid. He just time traveled. That look is what he had seen *after sunshot* so—

“What’s the last thing you remember?” JC asks, and the blank look on WWX’s face is *terrible*

“Ahaha...Jiang Cheng, what—“

“It’s nightless city, isn’t it?” (Going with untamed canon).

WWX‘a eyes get big, “Shijie!” And he twists like he’s going to up ans run to her—

“She’s asleep!” JC snapps. “You’ll see her in the morning.”

WWX blinks at him “will I still be here in the morning?”

“Unless NHS really fucked up, we both will be.”

“... What does Huaisang have to do with this?”

“He’s the one that sent me back,” JC said, and cocked his head. “I have no idea why you’re here too.”

And look - WWX isn’t going crazy from resentful energy, but he’s also a traumatized man. He’s thinking clearly but everything is closer to the surface- he flinches. JC knows that flinch- that guilty flinch that says WWX knows but doesn’t want to say.

“Wei Wuxian!”

And now he flinches, but when JC doesn’t lunge for him, WWX looks at him assessingly. “Why aren’t you trying to kill me again?”

“I wasn’t trying to kill you then! I never thought you’d—“ not survive that fall. “Do you know the last thing I remember? What made me agree to come back? Everyone was dead, JGS was insisting on JL spending more time at Koi Tower, and my lover was murdered- murdered by the same man who sent JZX to his death and set you up for his murder, and made you lose control at Nightless city, and a-jie--”

“You had a lover?!”

“Not the point!”

“Who was it? Do I know her?”

“I’m not telling you!”

“Tell me and I’ll tell you why I think I came back too”

“Fine. On three.”

“Fine.”

“One. Two. Three: Nie Mingjue”

“I gave you my core. What do you mean Nie Mingjue?!”

“GAVE ME YOUR WHAT?!”

"Well it's not like you still have it!"

there’s more shouting (with both of them thinking their grievance is more important), and WWX explains and JC rages and lets slip that “what’s the point of distracting the guards if you just throw it away?!” “...what guards? Jiang Cheng you better not mean what I think you mean!” “Or fucking what?!” Eventually, both of them crying, they hug it out. WWX offers to let JC disown him and JC is like “that’s what got us into this mess to begin with. You’re my brother. You’re stuck with me.” And is honestly surprised when WWX is ecstatic.

The next morning Yanli is like “are you okay? There was shouting?”

But they’re like “we’re cool”

Next time: Cloud Recesses and the one braincell trio plan a war

#mingcheng #the untamed #note!fic

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Manfred Von Karma Character Essay

Dear Dakadondon,

I’m going to give it a go on a character essay on my favorite villain, Manfred Von Karma. I haven’t been able to find any on him and I feel like he’s often overlooked as the nothing-but-evil villain when there is so much more to him than meets the eye.

When we are first introduced to Manfred Von Karma, he both is the final boss of the game and a foil for both Phoenix Wright and his rival, Miles Edgeworth. He represents the karma brought down upon Miles Edgeworth’s shoulders by his actions in the first game, thus his name “karma” or “ Karuma,” which means “karma” in Japanese. This works in the same way with Franziska Von Karma representing Phoenix Wright’s karma in AA2. Since we are focusing on Manfred Von Karma, he will be our main focus.

We are introduced to Manfred Von Karma as Miles Edgeworth’s mentor, but it is in AA2 we find out he is much more than a mentor. He was also a father figure of sorts to Miles Edgeworth. This relationship is often overlooked, even by the game itself. We are told by Franziska Von Karma how Miles Edgeworth was like her little brother, but nowhere in the game does it ever mention or demonstrate how Miles Edgeworth would be the son of Manfred Von Karma. Even the anime never truly focuses on that portion. As a result, we, as the players, are like Godot in how we miss the obvious red on white part of the case, and instead focus on the mentor and student relationship. Like anyone, why would we believe someone as twisted and vindictive as Manfred Von Karma would consider Miles Edgeworth as a son? Yet, this same man considered him the student under Von Karma? If Sebastian Debeste’s relationship with his father could be father/son and mentor/student, why wouldn’t the same also apply to Manfred Von Karma and Miles Edgeworth?

To understand this father/son relationship Miles Edgeworth shares with Manfred Von Karma, we first need to understand why it is overlooked or taken out throughout the game. After losing his father, Miles Edgeworth practically lost everything. If we are to assume his father was the only family he ever had in his life, then this would mean he became an orphan. He was alone without anyone to care for or love him. All of a sudden, this Prosecutor, who had gone up against his father in court, takes him in under his wing. He gives Miles Edgeworth food, a home, a little sister, a family, education and training to become a Prosecutor. Before, Miles Edgeworth only had his father, now under the Von Karmas, he has a family. Manfred Von Karma gave Miles Edgeworth much more than his biological father ever did, when we take into account the mentioned family of Manfred Von Karma than just Franziska: a niece, a possible extra sibling(s) and a mother.

In the head of Miles Edgeworth, he is not deserving of this. He mentally believes he is responsible for the murder of his own father. He isn’t deserving of a family, a home or any of these things. This is a similar mentality he will eventually have with Phoenix later on after Turnabout Goodbyes. In turn, we have Manfred Von Karma, who is simply using Miles and his genius to have as his own. He knows of his crime of having murdered this boy’s father and yet is willing to provide this boy with a better life. It feels off for Manfred Von Karma, if we were to assume he’s your typical devilish bad guy with no moral compass. Though, if we were to take AAI2 into account in how he praises his wife’s cooking, despite being an amateur, and was willing to defend Delicia Scone’s innocence for no other reason other than, “she is innocent,” we can assume he does have some form of moral compass. At the very least, he is capable of love for those he considers family and will protect those he considers innocent. If we are to assume that he does love his family, or at least is capable of such, we can assume that there was a tiny bit of compassion he had in taking in Miles Edgeworth. Even if we were to reason that Manfred Von Karma was simply using Miles Edgeworth to cover up his own crime, no one can deny that Manfred Von Karma could’ve made him into a Cinderella or killed him under his care.

Of course, many would disagree this man would have a heart, if only because the game seems to imply that Manfred Von Karma took in Miles Edgeworth to beat the dead horse that was Gregory Edgeworth. Except, that would imply that Manfred Von Karma believes in spirits and was so passionate that he was willing to raise a child with severe trauma, nightmares and phobias. To put it simply, raising Miles Edgeworth, for Manfred Von Karma, would have been a nightmare in itself. Not only because he’d be having sleepless nights from a child, then teenager being up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, but also having to calm him down every time an earthquake hit, perhaps having to deal with Miles Edgeworth’s fear of elevators and there are the effects of DL-6 that took a toll on Miles Edgeworth. Anyone who knows anyone that deals with severe trauma will tell you that each day, minute and second that person is still living is a miracle. This is something Manfred Von Karma would be having to face every morning and night. For Miles Edgeworth, he believes he killed his own father and is not deserving of anything. Perhaps being a Prosecutor is his way of punishing himself, but it is also a goal he strives for that was placed upon him by Manfred Von Karma himself. You could say that Manfred Von Karma gave Miles Edgeworth a reason to live.

Knowing this, it makes sense why Manfred Von Karma framed Miles Edgeworth for the murder of Robert Hammond. This wasn’t about him ruining Miles Edgeworth’s life or revenge against Gregory Edgeworth. This was Manfred Von Karma running away from his problems, from his own guilt. We see in Turnabout Reminiscence how quickly Manfred Von Karma was willing to leave an investigation unfinished the moment he loses control. If you were to fail that game, before Manfred Von Karma demands Miles Edgeworth and young Franziska to no longer proceed in the investigation, he will stop the investigation right away or Franziska will win. It’s only after he demands there to be no more investigation that he no longer stops the investigation, but instead it is Calisto Yew or Tyrell Badd, who at one point sends his security to kick Miles Edgeworth and Franziska out. This means that the reason Manfred Von Karma wanted Miles Edgeworth to stop the investigation was because he no longer had control over the outcome. This makes sense for his character, who also left IS-7 after the events of DL-6. He’s the kind of man to run away from his troubles. If Miles Edgeworth’s trauma was trouble for Manfred Von Karma that he can’t ever get rid of, he will proceed to get rid of Miles Edgeworth instead.

The problem with Manfred Von Karma framing Miles Edgeworth for murder is that this adds another problem. Miles Edgeworth is now the supposed son of Manfred Von Karma. Keep in mind this is a man who obsesses over perfection. To frame his own son for murder goes against being the perfect father. Aside from his own personal problems, Manfred Von Karma has no reason to get rid of Miles Edgeworth. Miles Edgeworth, while did suffer a few losses, is a valuable asset to Manfred Von Karma. He is Manfred Von Karma’s proud disciple and, if we were to assume he only has daughters, the only son he’s got. He is willing to throw away Miles Edgeworth, for what? Because of his own personal problems? Because he knows all of Miles Edgeworth’s troubles are caused by him? Because the only way to fix Miles Edgeworth is to admit that he was and is a terrible murderer and a criminal?

Much like how Manfred Von Karma represented the karma built upon all the deeds Miles Edgeworth had done, the same can also be said in reverse. For Manfred Von Karma, Miles Edgeworth is the result of his own karma. That karma will never go away and, so long as Miles Edgeworth continues to live in the Prosecutor’s circle, the karma of Manfred Von Karma will haunt him for the rest of his life, unless he decides to find closure. Whether that closure be through death or reconnecting with Miles Edgeworth, unless it is met, Manfred Von Karma will always be troubled by the karma he’s placed upon himself.

To describe Manfred Von Karma is someone that is obsessed with being perfect in every way to a fault. He has family, friends, people he loves and cares about, but is also a coward to face whatever troubles come his way. He is the opposite of Phoenix Wright, who is willing to face what he’s faulted and try to make things right. Manfred Von Karma represents a side to humanity none of us want to admit. We are very narcissistic and strive to be better than everyone else. Then, the moment we run into trouble where our true colors are shown, we tend to hide or run away like Manfred Von Karma.

When you consider the events of IS-7, it’s clear Manfred Von Karma made many mistakes in how he approached the case. He refused help from his detective, he continually tried to fight against the Defense that he was right, he used threatening tactics to force the Defendant to confess to a crime he didn’t commit, he overlooked other crimes that happened such as the two missing boys, and he changed the case file to the Defendant being the culprit - even though he accused him of being an accomplice to the crime. While he didn’t forge the Autopsy Report, he placed the blame of the penalty he received from his boss on the Defense, who didn’t do anything wrong. To add insult to injury, he orphaned and traumatized a child that now is under his care. Manfred Von Karma continually ran away from his issues, the vile acts that he has done. As a result, he refuses to acknowledge Miles Edgeworth as his son. If he can’t acknowledge it, why should the game?

Manfred Von Karma is one of the most morally gray characters in the AA game. He represents the worst of all humanity. He’s definitely not one to sympathize with, but not because we can’t, but because we don’t want to. I consider the best villains as those you could become at any point in time. Someone like Kristoph Gavin or Dahlia Hawthorne would be much harder to see in ourselves, since their circumstances came from other bad circumstances. Manfred Von Karma, I can see in anyone no matter the circumstances or life they live. So long as you believe yourself to be better than anyone else, you will always become another Manfred Von Karma.

Ironically enough, I do see a redemption arc in Manfred Von Karma, if he was to ever live after Turnabout Goodbyes. The reason is because, believe it or not, I did have issues with Narcissism about ten or so years ago. Of course, I wasn’t as bad as Manfred Von Karma, but I can also relate to him. As such, I also know that it only takes seeing yourself as better than everyone else to void yourself of all empathy or compassion for others. This also includes thinking your opinions are correct or others’ opinions are problematic. All it takes for a redemption arc is realizing where you’re wrong, apologizing, and making things right. Of course, you can’t erase your history, but you can make a better future, especially for those you have hurt. Luckily, we have Franziska Von Karma and Miles Edgeworth to demonstrate what Manfred Von Karma could’ve been.

- Mod Edgeworth

#dakdondondon #Mod Post #Mod Edgeworth #Character Essay #Manfred Von Karma

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carboniteprincess · 3 years

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Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, character death, murder, you're literally a rebel sniper, it's enemies to lovers boba is not going to be nice to you yet, love at first fist fight, I cannot stress this enough, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, he's kind of arrogant? but he's young give him time

Pairing: Boba Fett x F! Reader | 2.0k words

You're arguably the best sniper in the entire rebel alliance, with hundreds of high ranking Imperial officials on your belt. When you're given the order to kill Boba Fett, you are under the impression that this would be like any other mission. Unfortunately, he seems to have great skill of getting out of situations that aren't in his favor. Now you're on Tatooine, where your comrade Orda has lured him into discussing business in a shady restaurant under the guise of being an Imperial Commander. His luck has to run out at some point, and you intend that to be today.

Crossposted on Ao3!

Being a rebel wasn't as glamorous as you thought. You weren't conducting high-level espionage or anything of the like. Instead, your penchant for sniping was homed in on, making you one of, if not the best in the entire squad. The only flaw you had, was arrogance. Never have you let a target walk away, never have you allowed yourself into a tight spot.

You were always ahead of the enemy, so when your general gave you the order to kill Boba Fett. You assumed it would be an easy in and out job, perhaps he would've posed a threat to other members of your squad. But to you it would be simple, right? Unfortunately not.

This is your third attempt at some kind of ambush, luring him into a perfect position. Mandalorian armor had few weak points, meaning you had to meticulously spend hours figuring out where would land a good, clean blow. His neck. If angled correctly, one tilt of his helmet and it would be over. Right through the jugular, no more bounty hunter. Another imperial dog to add to your list.

If he would just turn his head, a little more to the right. Sweat beads on your forehead, eyes focused down the scope. Being a good assassin was all about your ability to linger, to wait. You're positioned on a balcony, a blind spot to the restaurant below. Your associate kept him talking under the guise of being an Imperial Commander, negotiating pay for the next rebel target. Boba Fett sits across from him, drink untouched. If you could see his face you'd swear he seemed bored. His legs wide open, leaning back nonchalantly.

Fingers clenching on the trigger, you close your left eye. It wasn't like you enjoyed your job, when this war was over you'd swore to never lift a weapon again. The Empire made you, molding you like clay into a perfect killer. A painful truth, a driving force. Your parents. Both were medical professionals, caught smuggling medication to the galaxy's poorest. Promptly executed and then you, an orphan. A street urchin, nothing more.

It wasn't long into your teens that you heard of the resistance, your heart burned with a want of revenge. So you got stronger, learned how to use a blaster, pilot and any skills that would make you useful to their cause. But you weren't a rebel, not really. You didn't care for politics, didn't even bother listening to the speeches about restoring the Republic. It didn't matter to you, but what did matter was taking out as many Imperials as you could before you die in battle or finally become numb to the anger.

Self-preservation was no concern of yours, and that made you dangerous. A loose cannon, hot-tempered, and scarily a woman. You were used to being underestimated by your peers on gender, height, birth planet…. and you were the one who gets the high-profile missions. You were the one who has the highest accuracy, years of practice which left your trigger finger calloused, and every other emotion muted.

Boba Fett had become a real thorn in your side. Threatening your record, career and possibly your sanity. His uncanny talent for escaping situations, even if all cards were against him, was exasperating. You would be lying if you didn't have some modicum of respect for him though, you were somewhat alike. Respect, no matter how great, does not destroy a death warrant.

Someday soon his luck would run out, and it would be you at the other end of the blaster. That day was today. Lips twitching into a smirk, you watch his neck turn. Bingo. You steady your rifle, pulse pounding in your ears. At last, this mission would be over. You'd become a legend, the woman who killed Boba Fett.

Bang. You take the shot, accurate as ever. A hum leaves your lips, watching him fall to the ground. Your calculations were correct, there was a weak point. Every armor has one, even Mandalorian. It was like a drug, the puzzle pieces clicking together with every fragility you discovered.

The restaurant below descends into chaos, even the bartender is panicking. All guests rushing from their tables, abandoning their meals as your associate checks the man's pulse. You stare down your scope, watching the ordeal. He gives a thumbs-up, definitely dead. A buzz in your ear alerts you to a comlink.

"He's dead. But I think you'll want to come down here." Orda replies through static. Your brow creases, what the hell could've gone wrong. Muscles twitching with irritation, you make your way through the currently uninhabited building. You were ordered to avoid collateral damage by all means necessary, a false fire alarm did the job well.

Your feet tap against the stairs as you make quick work of assessing your surroundings— if something is wrong, then it's always better safe than sorry. It seemed to be all clear, so you proceeded out the door and onto the street. This area of Mos Eisley was pretty habitable, aside from the abundance of criminal undertakings. Dust kicks as you march into the restaurant, pushing through various guests who were piling out at lightspeed.

With a gruff, you finally make it to the rooftop, an exclusive VIP spot which proved difficult to doctor identity necessary to enter. You're about to start asking what the hell could've been so important that he dragged you down here, but your eyes meet Orda's now slumped body, face down with all color residing. A frustrated sigh leaves you, he was a good man. Even worse, he was a great rebel. His heart was in it, unlike yours. He shouldn't have been the casualty here. You reach down, pulling out his identichip and stashing it in your pocket. An action that you've taken with far too many of your comrades.

Painfully you pull yourself from Orda's body, standing upright. Lingering would be a deathwish, whoever killed Orda was skilled. An impressive marksman, obviously one of Boba's accomplices who mistakenly thought he was the one that shot him. You could go over what-ifs later, right now you were going to finish the fucking job.

The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in crimson constellations as the wind settled. Inspecting Boba's body was your primary concern, whatever Orda discovered, it cost him his life. You were determined to find out what exactly it was, from a glance it seemed like Boba Fett. With a grimace, you move his drooping head around. Concerningly heavier than expected, beskar is light and durable.

You hook your fingertips under the helmet, pulling it off and coming face to face with…. not your target. Fuck. You'd be deceived, spectacularly. Knuckles white, feeling bile in your throat threatening to explode in a cocktail of frustration and admiration. The crudely made edges of the helmet abrasive against your palm, a reminder of your failure.

Without a second thought, your balled fist comes into contact with the wall, encasing the helmet and sending tendrils of pain, a shock wave through your arm as you verbalize your confliction with a strangled scream. Orda died for nothing, you were a joke. Everything you had built, buried and locked away was floating to the surface.

But you haven't felt this alive in years. Being outsmarted, so cunningly sent a morbid thrill up your spine. You could almost laugh, had you not heard footsteps approaching. Impulsively your hand fell to your blaster, making a mental note to thank your teacher for always carrying more than one.

"Surely you didn't believe it was that easy to kill me." Before he can finish you turn, firing your blaster in his direction. Of course, his armor deflects it with ease. "I must admit, I'm impressed. Not everyone could distinguish beskar through weight alone." A snort leaves him at your feeble attempt to hold ground, looking over your pathetic secondary weapon that could barely injure an Ewok.

"Go thing I'm not everyone then." You stand, keeping your right arm extended, blaster aimed at his inner thigh. It wouldn't kill him, however it would allow ample time for escape. "You killed my friend." He's circling you now. "Who's your Intel? How did you know I'd be here?"

"You are hardly in the position to be making demands, little rebel." Another chuckle, you'd heard of him toying with his advisories before, but this was different. A teacher disciplining a student.

"You're going to kill me anyway, what's the harm." You huff, shrugging. He stops pacing, chewing over your words.

"Killing you would be a waste." That bastard. "Of my time and resources." He adds matter-of-factly.

"Orda wasn't?" You spit, voice cracking in frustration. Figuring out what made others tick was your specialty, but the lack of motivation and reason within Boba's actions is what baffled you.

"That was a favor." He sounds like you should be grateful, almost insulted that you hadn't figured it out yet even with him practically dangling the answer in front of you. Perhaps you weren't as clever as he thought.

"A—favor? How would killing my comrade benefit me!" You reply astounded, cheeks burning red, hand shaking on your blaster.

You think for a second, taking your eyes off him. Why did it take until after the kill for Orda to realize what was wrong with the body… He isn't… wouldn't…could've of… you've been double-crossed. "He wouldn't— I've spent months with him—"

"And every little thing you did, he told me." His admission is calm, you look over Orda's body, no longer do you feel remorse. Just shame. You couldn't even see betrayal under your nose.

You walk closer to him, the barrel of your blaster getting dangerously close. Nothing could stop you from finishing your mission right now, but he's letting you. Knowledge is far more appealing than rewards in the resistance.

With your grip around the handle tight, you slam it down across his helmet, your knee reaching his groin. "You're very easy to fool." A smirk replaces the look of misery on your face, it was a dangerous game to pretend to let your guard down. Your risk paid off, managing to get a shot at his thigh.

Swiftly, you press all your weight on him, knocking him back just enough to make a run for the edge of the balcony. He groans in pain, you're so close to the edge, escape almost in your grasp— when a grappling hook wraps around your ankle.

You struggle against the cold floor, doing anything you can to wriggle free from his grasp.

It's fruitless, as soon as he's in reach you're kicking him, hurtling all kinds of abuse. Your attempts to wrestle him are almost comical and in a frenzy, you grip the only thing that seems viable. His Helmet. You manage to free it, your fingers hooking under and pulling it off his head, sending it on the floor beside you. For a moment you're the one stunned, not him.

Dark curls frame his face, a beautiful border to tanned skin. His nose is prominent but compliments his features. Scars pepper his face, but he's young. Younger than you thought. You watch as his forehead crinkles in anger, hands pinning yours beside your head.

Wasting no time, you bring your head to crack his, sending him back with a kick to the stomach. Your nose pours from impact, dripping onto the floor as you clamber to your feet.

"This isn't over." You hear his voice, unmodified. You rush to the edge, peering over and assessing if you can land in one of the speeders below. He stands, trying to rush over to stop you. "Don't!"

With a wink, you throw yourself over the side. In seconds you're hurtling onto the street, watching a bare-faced Boba Fett grow smaller with each passing second. His eyes are widened in either admiration or shock for your bravery.

He eventually dares to look over and finds that you're gone. Whoever you were, he finally had a worthy opponent. He would find you again. His little rebel.

#boba fett x reader #boba fett #boba fett x female reader #the mandalorian #star wars #fic #mine #this fic is lowkey my baby #and there def will be a chapter 2 I'm just stupid and can't work ao3 #anyway #enjoy💖#I know I know I'm bad at proof reading #I try

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the-peak-of-despair · 4 years

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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu x Blackend!Reader

I NO LONGER HAVE ACCESS TO THE ORIGINAL ASK!

anon asked: Hello! I really like your guys page! I was wondering if I could get some HC’s for a Fuyuhiko x reader? Say they are in a trial and they find out his S/O is the culprit? Angst angst angst? If not that’s fine but it’d make my day if you guys did it thank you

Boy howdy I do sure love me some angst, I loved this request ALOT so I wrote a full oneshot! Have fun crying! -Mod Akane

There wasn’t any denying it.

You had killed Hiyoko Saionji.

Of course, you’d never planned to kill Hiyoko! Sure, she was kinda mean.. but you never wanted to kill anyone. But after Peko’s trial, she was saying all these mean things about Peko, and Fuyuhiko, and it just kept building up…

and you killed her.

You were just listening to her ramble to herself about how horrible Fuyuhiko was and that Peko was useless, and you couldn’t stop yourself from just… picking up a nearby pipe and bashing her head in.

You panicked, obviously, when you realized what you had done. You automatically threw the pipe into the ocean and picked up her body, deciding to set her back down in her cottage under the veil of night, using the key she stashed in her kimono.

It was another two days before anyone realized.. And then the trial had begun.

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Fuyuhiko couldn’t entirely wrap his head around this case. It was borderline insane, Hiyoko had been dead for three whole days before anyone found her. He didn’t like the girl too much, but still, that was awful. He looked up at (Y/N), who had been twiddling her thumbs silently basically the entire trial.

That struck Fuyuhiko as odd. Usually she did her best to contribute whenever she could during the trial. She didn’t wanna die as much as everyone else. Yet still… silent as ever.

“Hiyoko had her key on her, right? Could the killer have just taken the key out of her pocket to set her in her cottage?” Kazuichi suggests. Hajime hums in response as (Y/N)’s eyes dart over to Kazuichi.

“That’s most certainly a possibility..” Hajime mutters. “But why do all that?”

“Maybe it was so we wouldn’t look where they actually committed the crime.” Fuyuhiko suggests casually. There wasn’t really much else to guess…

“Actually..” Kazuichi starts, scratching the back of his neck and looking away from the rest of the group, “I might know where it took place…”

“Please tell us immediately!” Sonia pipes in, leaning against her podium with her hands, as if she was leaning herself towards Kazuichi.

“Y-Yes, Miss Sonia!” Kazuichi seems startled as he begins blushing. “Well, a day or two ago I was in Electric Avenue, on the third island.. And I saw a bloodstain, just in the middle of the ground. Nothing else was around, so I just assumed someone got hurt or something and moved on.. But it was a lot of blood.”

“Well, why’d you wait so long to tell us?” Akane asks.

“I-I just forgot!”

“Regardless, if you found it only a day or two ago, by that time the killer must’ve already cleaned up any other evidence.” Nagito sighs. “What a shame, I-”

“Don’t even start.” Fuyuhiko glares at Nagito. For just one trial, it’d be nice if he shut the fuck up.

“Ah, okay.” Nagito says, and that’s the end of that.

“But if they cleaned up the crime scene, why would they leave the bloodstain..?” Hajime asks.

Fuyuhiko honestly didn’t have any better answer than anyone else could come up with. He was suspicious of Kazuichi, since he was generally the only person who went to Electric Ave, but that wouldn’t help much to just accuse him out of nowhere. Lives were on the line, it didn’t offer any help to jump the gun and accuse people out of the blue.

“How about we go over the case from the start and see if we find any more clues?” Chiaki suggests.

“What good is it if we still don’t know the murder weapon?” Akane suggests.

“M-Maybe.. The killer threw the pipe away or hid it, or something?” (Y/N) adds. “Y’know, to like, throw off the trial..”

“A pipe..?” Sonia questions.

Her eyes widened, realizing her mistake. “W-Well, I mean, the Monokuma file says her head was bashed in, a-and if she was killed in Electric Ave. like Kazuichi s-suggested, t-then it’d probably be a p-pipe lying around there!”

“I-It w-would match t-then w-wound on her h-head..” Mikan mutters quietly.

“Okay, so, say the killer whacks Hiyoko in the head at Electric Ave, right?” Chiaki starts. “And when they killed her they disposed of the pipe somewhere and dragged Hiyoko home, leaving her in her cottage until we found her three days later. What motive would they have…?”

“Maybe they didn’t mean to kill her…” (Y/N) mutters.

“What makes you say that?” Hajime asks.

“W-Well, none of us had any grudges or anything against her, right? Maybe it was a spur of the moment thing, like last time..” She trails off and Fuyuhiko winces at the mention of the incident of the last trial.

“That could be basically anyone on the third island three days ago..” Sonia mutters.

“Wait, wouldn’t that be breaking the rules? I mean if they disposed of it somewhere on the island, it could be a violation of the rules, and..” Akane trails off.

“Nope! The blackened threw the pipe into the ocean, technically not part of the land environment on these islands!” Monokuma interrupts.

“Pipe?” Hajime asks, glancing between (Y/N) and Monokuma. There’s no way…

“Whoops, did I say that out loud?” Monokuma nervously laughs before sinking out of the conversation. Fuyuhiko locked eyes with you..

There’s no way those are the eyes of a murderer. He knew you. He loved you, he knew.. You wouldn’t do something as reckless as killing Hiyoko..

..right?

“So it seems this trial is about to come to a close..!” Nagito mutters. Oh dear god. He turns towards (Y/N). “Well, it seems you’ve dug your own grave, (Y/N)..”

“Hey, leave her the fuck alone!” Fuyuhiko stops him as (Y/N)’s eyes widen in fear. “There’s no way she’s the killer!”

“Then how would she know about the pipe, Fuyuhiko?” Hajime adds. “The evidence is starting to pile against her.”

“You don't know shit! There’s no way (Y/N) would’ve done it!” Fuyuhiko argues, slamming his hands against his podium.

“Why don’t we ask the girl in question?” Nagito suggests, and the eyes of the surviving students all fell on (Y/N), petrified with fear.

Her podium was directly across from Fuyuhiko’s. It was almost default for him to be looking dead at her. But the fear in her eyes.. Fuyuhiko almost couldn’t look. He hated seeing her like this. If he had any less self restraint, he’d probably run to her side and hold her close. But knowing his luck, he’d bust his stomach open or something stupid in the process.

“I-I didn’t kill her..” (Y/N) stutters, the emotion and fear of being framed building up and pouring out in the form of tears and sobs that made Fuyuhiko- and most of their classmates- wince. “It wasn’t me! Y-You’ve gotta believe me! Hajime, please..! Tell them they’re wrong!”

Hajime looks away from her. “I’m sorry, but…”

“You’re really just gonna stand there and look away?!” Fuyuhiko yells. “For fuck’s sake, she’s crying! All your evidence is circumstantial and probability!”

“Then if she can present an alibi for the day Hiyoko was killed-” Hajime calmly argues.

“She was with me, damnit!” Fuyuhiko lies. He lies, almost on reflex, to find anything that would get them off her trail. There was no way she was the killer.

“I mean, you could’ve worked as accomplices.. Or if you did it..” Kazuichi starts to trail off, scratching the back of his neck once again. “I-I’m just suggesting!”

“Why in the fuck would I kill her?! I didn’t even know she was dead until we found her today, just like the rest of you assholes!” Fuyuhiko argues. “I would’ve had no reason to kill her, and I’ve never even been in Electric Ave!”

“One of you two did it, you’re the only suspects!” Akane argues. Fuyuhiko growls under his breath, pissed off to all belief. This trial was spinning in every way it shouldn’t. He can’t help but focus on (Y/N), eyes darting to every filled podium in the room as the room dissolves into argumentative yelling. Underneath it all you can almost hear Monomi muttering about how things shouldn’t turn out like this, but it’d be hard to hear under everyone arguing.

“There’s 12 people in this fucking court room, and you’re choosing to single out two people who have barely even been on that island!” Fuyuhiko starts yelling once more.

“You don’t have alibis, (Y/N)’s been acting strange this whole trial, and you’re the only two people with any motives!” Kazuichi shouts, making drastic gestures with his hands the whole time.

“N-No one else has given alibis.. This is simply unfair..” (Y/N) mutters.

“She has a point. We should wait to hear all alibis first before we point fingers. Where was everyone roughly around the time Hiyoko was killed?” Hajime questions.

“I was with (Y/N)!” Fuyuhiko insists.

“I was in the company of Sonia.” Gundham states, arms crossed.

“Nekomaru and I were in the hotel. I saw Nagito there as well as Chiaki!” Akane adds.

“Mikan and I were at the beach!” Ibuki exclaims.

“I was in my cottage..” Hajime states.

“Well, I was on the second island, but…” Kazuichi starts. “I saw you, Fuyuhiko.”

“What?” Fuyuhiko freezes. He can’t let this go now, if it gets (Y/N) in deep shit.. “No the fuck you didn’t!”

“You were in the diner! And (Y/N) wasn’t with you!” Kazuichi begins to argue dramatically, waving his hands around once more.

“You don’t have anyone to back you up! You could be lying to pin it on me, cause you’re the only one who fucking goes to Electric Ave!” Fuyuhiko yells.

“Why are you getting so defensive..?” Hajime asks.

“Because it’s fucking obvious Kazuichi did it! He’s the only here who goes there, he’s lying about his claim, and he’s twice Hiyoko’s fucking size! He wouldn’t have a damn issue bashing in her head!”

“Mikan and I were on the second island a swell.” Ibuki throws in. “We passed Kazuichi on the way to the beach, which means..”

“You’re covering for someone, aren’t you Fuyuhiko..?” Hajime questions.

“No, I’m not! Kazuichi is the fucking killer, let’s just vote already and get this over with!” Fuyuhiko yells. He’s set and believes only Kazuichi could’ve done it. It doesn’t matter if Kazuichi can call his bluff. It doesn’t matter how much contrasting evidence they have against it.

Because if he doesn’t blame Kazuichi, that only leaves (Y/N). She wasn’t a killer. She was kind, and always loving towards Fuyuhiko, and… and that type of person doesn’t just take someone else’s life. No matter who it is, no matter who deserves it..

A part of Fuyuhiko knew he was being irrational. Somewhere deep down, he knew she killed Hiyoko. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t care. He would die fighting for (Y/N) instead of watching her be taken away… he didn’t want a repeat of what happened with Peko. He couldn’t lose both of them.

He wasn’t going to let (Y/N) die.

“Come on, let’s just start the fucking voting already!” Fuyuhiko suggests with authority. He didn’t care, for just a fleeting moment, he didn’t care about his friends, as long as she would be okay.

The courtroom spirals into loud arguments and fights again. People arguing over alibis, over who was guilty, people siding with Fuyuhiko and people against his batshit logic.

“GUYS, STOP FIGHTING!”. A loud voice screams over the entirety of the arguments. It falls deadly silent as everyone turns to (Y/N). “It was me, okay!? I did it! I killed Hiyoko…” You exclaim, sniffling and crying from fear.

“(Y-Y/N)-” Fuyuhiko stutters, and the events of the last trial all come flooding back. All so different.. Yet still the same outcome.

“Why did you..?” Hajime asks, before recollecting himself. “Why didn’t you confess earlier..?”

“I-I don’t wanna d-die..!” She starts crying, tearing Fuyuhiko apart at the seams, the last of whatever stability left being ripped away. “B-But you guys started arguing a-and.. I d-don’t want my friends t-to get hurt cause I did something s-stupid..!” (Y/N) starts wiping away her tears. Whether she minded crying or not, whether she cared about appearing weak or strong.. She couldn’t stop crying.

“...w-why?” Fuyuhiko mutters, looking up and locking eyes with her. “W-Why!? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU KILL HER!?”

“I DIDN’T REALIZE WHAT I WAS DOING!” (Y/N) shouts, before a loud sob leaves her as she leans against her podium. “S-She..I ran into h-her at Electric Ave a-and she was m-muttering a-all these mean things..!” A large heavy breath through a snotty nose. “A-About how P-Peko deserved t-to die after w-what she did..! And th-that you should’ve died too..! A-And I got so mad, I just p-picked up whatever was n-next to me and I hit her- a-and by the time I was done I realized and..”

“Breathe for a second..” Nagito mutters. “You can’t explain all of this when you can barely take in air.”

“I know that, Nagito!” She snaps up her head to look at him, before staring at the floor again. “W-When I realized what I did, I threw the pipe into the ocean right o-off the bridge.. And I-I felt bad leaving her there s-so I took her back to her cottage a-and laid her down.. So she could r-rest easy…A-and I guess I l-locked the door on my way o-out of habit…”

All self control left Fuyuhiko as he walked away from his podium and rushed over and basically grabbed (Y/N) by the collar, holding her head up and at his own height, regardless of how tall she was. “Why..? Wh-Why..?”

“S-She was so mean to you and P-Peko and I just- I didn’t mean to k-kill her- S-She was my f-friend-”

“Yet you killed her all the same. Jeez..” Nagito sighs. “W-” “S-Stay the fuck out of this Nagito!” Fuyuhiko snaps at him, eyes watering as he came to the realization that he was losing yet another person who he loved. This wasn’t what was planned. They were going to get out, and survive, and rule the Kuzuryuu clan, and..

“W-What’s wrong with you..? Y-You did this a-all to just defend me! And n-now you’re gonna die because y-you-” Fuyuhiko was trying to knock sense into you, trying to get you to justify yourself.

“I didn’t want y-you to die b-because I- because I messed up!” (Y/N) cries, Fuyuhiko’s grasp loose enough that (Y/N) breaks through and buries herself in his chest, crying loudly. Fuyuhiko can’t even pull himself to react. He knows he should hug her, or rub circles in her back, or anything, but he can’t bring himself to.

The unyielding despair of losing both Peko and (Y/N).. Fuyuhiko knew damn well it was only what the mastermind wanted. Yet still... despair took him in a chokehold grip and suffocated him, nearly blinding the world he knew with black spots in his vision. Everything hurt.. He didn’t know if he was capable of crying anymore than he already was.

“Gosh, all this sappy nonsense, every trial!” Monokuma complains. “Come on, everyone, it’s voting time!”

Fuyuhiko can’t help but stare at his classmates as they pull their levers, all putting his precious (Y/N) on the chopping block.. They all looked like monsters in his eyes. If he were a sensible man who weren’t overtaken by emotion, he would’ve understood that this is what was meant to be done. Even before he was transported to this hellish island, that was how his life worked. When you’re the Ultimate Yakuza, you can’t get attached to people.

Peko and (Y/N) always felt like an exception, but…

clearly, he was wrong.

“Corrrect!” Monokuma’s everlasting, devilish grin seems to grow even wider, rubbing salt in the wounds. “Our dear (Y/N) has murdered Hiyoko! And she almost got away with it too, phuhuhu!”

“YOU’RE A BASTARD!” Fuyuhiko screams, as (Y/N) pulls him back by the sleeve.

“P-Please, Fuyuhiko..”

He snaps back around. “W-Why..? P-Please, I-I- I can’t lose you too..”

“I’m s-sorry, Fuyuhiko..”

“I’ve prepared a very special punishment for the Ultimate (talent)!”

“P-Please! I n-need you! Y-You can’t l-leave me too-!” Fuyuhiko is crying his eyes out, harder than he’d ever imagined he’s capable of.

“Let’s give it everything we’ve got...!”

“I-I’m sorry, Fuyuhiko.” (Y/N) bows her head.

“Iiiiits PUNISHMENT TIME!” Monokuma shouts between the bits of conversations between the two torn apart lovers.

(Y/N) pulls Fuyuhiko close for a final kiss, and just as Fuyuhiko kisses back.. That stupid metal chain clamped around her neck. She takes in a heavy breath in shock, and then she’s dragged away, just as Teruteru was….

No one spoke a word as they watched (Y/N)’s execution. Her mouth was moving, as if she wanted to say something, but of course they couldn’t hear.. Was she calling out for Fuyuhiko.?

Even as her execution ended, no one spoke as they turned and caught Fuyuhiko, crying with his face in his hands as he was on his knees on the floor. Maybe the most emotion he’d ever shown...the trauma of watching both his childhood friend and lover dragged away weighed down and cracked the man’s very soul. It would take him a much longer time to recover from this...

#angst #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #fuyuhiko kuzuryu angst #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #hajime hinata #hiyoko saionji #akane owari #kazuichi souda #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #blackened reader #mod akane

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Heart Eyes

Requested by @thekillingjoke-haha: BOP Harley x Gangster!Reader since you dont have any. The news shows that the Joker is dead[murdered by (villian name)]and someone else wears the crown as...Queen? Harley always was attracted to people that were bad for her,but what happens when she has heart eyes for reader and reader feels the same.

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Gender Neutral!Gangster!Reader

Warnings: Murder, swearing, fluff?

Words: 1,316

Note: I wasn’t sure whether you wanted it to be a female or male reader, so I made it a GN fic...I think that’s it!

Key: V/n = Villian Name

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @darling-i-read-it, @fandom-puff

Masterlist | Birds Of Prey Masterlist

“Harley, we’ve told you, you’re not allowed here.” A bouncer stood in front of the doors, crossing his arms and giving her a pleading look. For once in her villainous life, Harley had a good reputation with a number of people. Sadly, some of those people had restrictions even they couldn’t make an exception for her to.

Harley broke out the puppy eyes, “Pretty please?”

“I-” He looked around, “Fine. But don’t make a scene. If anyone knows you’re in there-”

“You’ll get fired, blah blah blah, I know.” She gave him one of her infamous smirks. “Thank you cutie!” Once she entered the club, she walked around for a moment, taking in a deep breath of air. “Well, it’s a shame this place is only open for this last night. Never partied much here.”

“They’re closing?” A woman on a stool in front of the bar Harley stood by asked, words slurred as a side effect of the alcohol she’d been drinking.

“Kind of. Hey, drink-guy! Can I get what she’s having?”

“Drinking on the job? I’m not sure whether to be proud or disappointed.” Harley’s eyes lit up, corners of her mouth reaching her eyes as she smiled. Turning around, she practically threw herself into the person’s arms. “Hello darling.”

“Baby! Do you wanna join me for a drink before we blow this joint?” She chuckled at her joke, Y/n joining in. The irony of a foreshadowing comment, paired with the cluelessness of the people surrounding them in the club made the mischievous smile on Harley’s lips grow somewhat proud.

“...Why not. Make that two, sir.”

“Mhm.” He began mixing drinks, stopping to hand people their drinks when they came to collect them.

The T.V. at the bar was at a low volume, allowing the people working to hear the music coming from the rest of the club just a bit away. It was a wonder how anyone could hear the smallish box on the counter.

Then the news played, the man at the bar furrowing his eyebrows as he turned it up.

“Let me tell you, today’s news is far more shocking than anything I’ve ever heard us say. Harley getting captured? Joker breaking her out? Joker and her breaking up? None of it was as shocking as the newest crime committed. The one we never thought was possible.”

“The Joker has been found dead.” A photo of The Joker, covered by a big red X appeared on the screen. “While normally, we’d be beyond happy, celebrating and cheering, there is a catch to this blessing. The killer, and their accomplice, are none other than V/n and Harley Quinn.” Another photo showed, this one with a blurred Y/n and Harley running and holding hands.

The couple exchanged looks, recognizing the photo from when they murdered the Joker. They looked back to the T.V, listening more intensely than before.

“I thought Harley wore the crown as Joker’s queen?”

“Well it seems V/n just has a lot more of Harley’s interest than The Joker does...or did. What’s so special about V/n? Why is Harley with them? Are they dating or just working together? We have so many questions, yet no way to get our answers.”

“Besides. Harley really likes the ones who don’t give a shit about her, so it’s obviously pointless-” One of the news-guys chuckled, his partner laughing as well. “This odd relationship might just become our new research topic.”

“Screw the Joker’s death, we wanna know about V/n and Harley!” The two guys on the television snorted, eyes closed and arms holding their stomach as they laughed their asses off.

The man at the bar shook his head as he turned the volume back down, “Sorry. It’s just... Well- I’m new here, to Gotham, and I’m... I guess I’m trying to figure out everything I may need to know... You kinda look like her, ya know.” He joked to Harley while he made her drink.

“Look like who?”

“Harley. I couldn’t see a whole lot in the photo they showed, but you kind of look like her.” He handed Y/n and Harley the drinks. “I don’t really know...sorry for bothering you. Enjoy your drinks!”

Once they were far enough away from the bar, Y/n laughed. “Jeez Harls, didn’t know you looked just like that badass from the news!”

“I feel so honored! I mean, looking like that chick?” She took a sip of her drink, “I can’t wait till we blow this place to smithereens. Scare Gotham. After having such a fucked up reputation and getting away with it only ‘cause I was with that dick?” Harley snorted, “Gotham’s gonna see that I don’t need him. They’re gonna see that the Joker was an understatement compared to me and you, right babe?”

“Right. Just give me the word and we’ll go.”

“You set everything up?” The blond downed the rest of her drink, looking around eagerly.

“Yep. While waiting for you. So now, we just get out of here, click the button, and then...” Harley imitated an explosion, eyes full of excitement and intrigue. Y/n nodded, copying Harley’s imitation with a nod.

“I’m ready.”

Y/n downed the rest of their drink, hopping out of their seat. They left their drinks on the table, walking to the doors while maintaining eye contact with one another as they walked. Y/n pulled the door open, smiling to Harley as they let her go first, then followed behind shortly.

“Hey! Harley! You didn’t get caught in there, did you?” The bouncer chuckled.

“Nope! Thanks for letting me in.” She remembered their plan, and how the bouncer would likely never be seen again had he stayed where he was. “Um, why don’t you go get a breath of fresh air, yeah?”

“I’m outside already, Harley.”

Harley continued trying and trying. Y/n noticed, walking back around the corner and into the bouncer’s view. “I know... I mean-”

“Question.” His attention turned to Y/n, standing next to Harley with an eyebrow quirked. “Who’s car is in that parking lot back there? It’s pretty much the only car there-”

“That’s mine. Why?”

“Uh- Well, your car’s being broken into.” Y/n smirked as the bouncer’s eyes widened. He ran as fast as he could, stumbling over his feet trying to get to the lot. “Now that he’s out of the way...ready Harls?”

“Yup!” They held hands, walking away from the club and stopping in between the club and it’s parking lot. Fortunately, the space between the two was quite large, giving them enough space to be away and safe from the explosion but in range for the most recent add-on to their plan.

Clicking the button, the place erupted into flames. Helicopters appeared over the building about a half hour later. “Just on time.” Y/n pulled Harley into a harsh kiss, smiling into it when they felt the light from the copter shine on them, seeing it’s brightness through their eyelids.

Their mission was accomplished. Gotham wanted to see who Harley had heart eyes for? Why not give them what they want. Call it... business. That’s what they were doing. Business...with a little fun on the side.

Gotham’s newest rulers; this time, heart eyes were being made both ways rather than one- showing that they weren’t kidding. Harley would do anything for Y/n, and Y/n for Harley. Harley could think of a thousand cheesy sayings about love, and prove that they were true for her and her gangster.

For example, that one saying about love overpowering evil was true...in a way. Because Y/n loved her, Harley was more dangerous than she’d ever been, and with Harley loving Y/n, they were just as dangerous. The couple was like an upgraded version of Harley and the joker. Smarter, far more dangerous, even stronger, genuinely in love- not to mention, way more crazier.

But you know what they say;

Love Heart-eyes makes you crazy.

#harley quinn #harley quinn x reader #Harleen Quinzel #harleen quinzel x reader #bop #birds of prey #bop x reader #birds of prey x reader #bop reader insert #birds of prey reader insert #reader insert #x reader #all readers #zodiyack #i didn't know what to do- but i hope you like it lmao #i got carried away oop

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