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writemywaytoyourheart · 3 years

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Aim For The Heart Chapter 4: New and Old

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst

WC: 3.5k im sorry she’s short :(

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, jk is a lying sh*t, a knife is mentioned but not used, alcohol consumption

Tag list; @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @teresaisla @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @sugaslittlekookies @jaebeomsblackgf @moon-asia @yoonchrisgullwrites @armyhollander

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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"What made you want to be a teacher?" Jungkook asks as the two of you stroll over to a trashcan to throw away your trash.

"I've j-just always loved working with k-kids," You say with a bright smile. "I guess I th-thought why not teach? Y-You know?" You look up at him and he nods.

You turn to look around you, then you get distracted and point to an ice cream stand, "Ohh, I'll b-buy us some ice cream."

Jungkook shrugs, "Sure."

You do your little run over to the stand and Jungkook finds himself biting back a laugh. He catches himself though, why the hell are you laughing? She's trying to throw you off track.

Jungkook hurries over when you wave to him.

Keep your head on straight, Jungkook.

"W-What kind would you like, J-Jungkook?" You ask sweetly, watching him with big eyes.

Jungkook clears his throat and glances at the menu, "Uh, I'll take a scoop of mint chocolate chip."

You walk up to the man at the stand, he smiles when he recognizes the girl that always stops by his stand for a scoop of ice cream.

"Hello!" You say cheerfully and the man bows, "Hello again, missy! What can I get for you today?"

"Mm, c-can I please get one s-scoop of-" You turn back to Jungkook, "You sure y-you only want o-one scoop?"

Jungkook nods and smiles, but again, the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.

You turn back and finish your order, "One s-scoop of mint chocolate ch-chip and two scoops of p-plain chocolate please."

The kind man nods and makes your order quickly, then you hand him your card. After he swipes it, he hands it back to you along with your two ice creams.

Before you can grab them though, Jungkook's arms wrap around from behind you and he snags them.

You feel your heartbeat increase and try to control your breathing. Jungkook is unaffected as he simply smiles at you and hands you your chocolate ice cream when you turn around.

"Thank you," Jungkook says before taking a big bite.

You smile, hoping your cheeks aren't as red as they feel, "Y-You're welcome."

You two continue on your walk, both of you eating your ice cream and making small conversation, then you take Jungkook by surprise when you suddenly speak up with a mouthful of ice cream and a very random question.

"Do you w-want to have kids in the f-future?" You ask casually as if that isn't an intrusive question at all.

Jungkook swallows the bite he had in his mouth, "Uh, I haven't really thought about it much. But, probably not."

"Why n-not?" You ask, very curious.

Jungkook clears his throat awkwardly, "I don't know...I just-... I don't think I'm cut out to have kids."

Why the hell is he having this conversation with one of his targets?

If a few weeks ago he could see himself now, he'd disown his own self.

"I think y-you would make a g-great father." You say in a matter-of-fact tone, "I just h-have a feeling."

"Uh, thanks." Jungkook takes another bite of ice cream, he needs to get the attention off of himself and quick. "What about you?" He asks stupidly.

"Oh, I want to h-have lots of k-kids." You say with a dreamy smile on your face, "I can't wait to be a m-mother."

Your words turn his stomach to rot as it twists inside of him. He looks down at his melting chocolate chip ice cream, a feeling he doesn't understand swirling inside him. He stares intently at the green blob in his cup, trying not to put too much thought into what you said.

"D-Did I say something wrong?" You ask quietly when you realize how silent he's become. He looks at you and notices that you have chocolate around your mouth from your cold treat.

Jungkook just shakes his head, "No, it isn't you." He mumbles as he looks away.

You both finish your ice cream in silence as you walk down the path through the park.

After you take your last bite, you walk over and toss your cup into a trashcan, Jungkook right behind you.

"Now what should we do?" Jungkook asks you, trying to forget about the previous conversation.

"Mm," You put your hand to your chin, your eyes squinting in thought, "Do y-you like to p-play games?"

Jungkook nods, "Yeah, sure."

"Ok!" Then you take off running, making Jungkook jog to keep up with you. Once you make it to the arcade you had gone to last week, you stop and turn to smile at Jungkook.

"D-Does this look fun t-to you?" You ask hopefully.

Jungkook nods again, then he moves to go inside. You follow him, but he doesn't hold the door open for you, so you have to catch it before it hits you.

When you go in, you see Jungkook standing there waiting for you. "W-What do you want to p-play?" You ask awkwardly. This outing had started off good, but now you're starting to feel out of place around him and you don't like that feeling.

Jungkook fakes a smile and shrugs, "I don't care."

"Um, o-ok." You look around the arcade before picking a game and heading over to it. You grab the little puck on the air hockey table and gesture for Jungkook to go to the other side. He moves over and gets into position.

You hit the puck and he hits it back, immediately dodging your block as the puck slides right into the goal on your side. You huff out a breath in annoyance and glance up to see Jungkook smirking.

Ok, it's on boy.

Then you smack the puck suddenly, catching Jungkook off guard as it hits the side of the air hockey table and skims past him before he can catch it. When it goes into the goal on his side, you see him look up at you in shock and you send him a smirk of your own.

"That was lucky," He scoffs.

You nod innocently, "Oh y-yeah, probably."

Jungkook takes the puck and sets it on the table, faking a move before hitting it the other way. You block it effortlessly, sending it straight back to his side as he grunts in frustration.

You two go at it for a few minutes, Jungkook hitting the puck furiously and you calmly blocking and sending it back. Eventually, Jungkook sighs and hangs his head when you've blocked his recent moves more than five times in a row.

You're tied on points and now neither of you are getting anywhere.

"W-Want to call it?" You ask, sensing his frustration.

Jungkook purses his lips, his competitive nature wanting to do nothing but annihilate you in this blasted game. But alas, you're apparently a lot better at this game than he had anticipated.

So, he sighs again and nods, "Yeah, let's call it a tie."

You walk around the table and stick your hand out to him. Jungkook hesitates, then he takes your hand.

"T-Tie." You say while smiling, shaking his hand up and down.

Jungkook grimaces, then pulls his hand back, "Ok, now what?"

"I picked th-the first game. N-Now, you have to p-pick." You say with a sneaky smile.

Jungkook looks around the arcade, then he points to a game with two fake guns sitting in front of a large screen. "How about that one?"

You don't really like those types of games, but it's Jungkook's turn to pick and if that's what he wants to do, then you'll just go along with it.

So, you nod and follow him over to it.

Jungkook smiles to himself as he grabs one of the guns, there's no way she's gonna beat me at this one.

He looks over and sees you grab the other gun cautiously, it looks huge in your hands compared to him holding one.

Jungkook bites back another less than kind laugh seeing the look of uncertainty on your face. "Ready?" He asks casually.

You nod and heft the gun up, trying your best to keep it steady.

The game starts and there's instantly a bunch of zombies on the screen. You aim and shoot as best you can, but you're barely hitting anything.

But right next to you, Jungkook single-handedly takes out more than half the crowd in less than a minute. You manage to hit a few zombies before the game ends. At least you think you did.

KILL COUNT: 2

The words flash across your side of the screen in bold red letters. You look over at Jungkook's screen and gasp at the letters flashing on his side.

KILL COUNT: 43

"Wow, y-you're really good at th-this game." You say in astonishment.

Jungkook shrugs cockily, "That wasn't my best."

You nod absentmindedly, then you point at a claw machine in the middle of the arcade. "Oh, l-look!" You jump up and down in excitement.

Jungkook sighs when you rush over to the pink claw machine full of stuffies and candy. You pay his annoyance no mind as you immediately start getting your money out to try and get the kitten stuffie.

"Look at it J-Jungkook, it's s-so cute!" You turn to him with a pout and the biggest puppy dog eyes he's ever seen.

He tears his eyes away to look at the kitten stuffie sitting there, "Sorry to burst your bubble, but you're not gonna get that."

Your pout deepens, "R-Really?"

"Yeah, not in a million years."

"Why n-not?" You huff, looking more and more like a disappointed child.

Jungkook scoffs, "Those machines are designed to steal your money. You're not meant to have even a chance at getting the prize you want."

"Oh," You look crestfallen as you stare at the little kitten that seems to be looking back at you, pleading you to get it out of that stuffy old box and bring it home with you, "That's m-mean."

"That's just the way the world works," Jungkook says simply, hoping you'll give up and pick a different game, "Everything is about money."

"Not e-everything." You counter, finally peeling your eyes away from the little toy to look at him.

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow but you continue anyway, "Not everyone d-does stuff for m-money. Some p-people care about other's f-feelings."

He laughs in disbelief, "If that's the way you see the world, you're in for a nasty surprise as you meet more people and see the real world."

"If you always l-look at the world the way y-you do, you won't be v-very happy." You say back, then you turn on your heel and go off on a search for more games.

Jungkook watches you in surprise, he didn't think you'd actually stand up for yourself and clap back with something like that.

Huh.

Jungkook squints at you, the plan going through his head again before he hurries to catch up.

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"T-Today was fun. Th-Thank you, Jungkook."

You're standing at your front door, having just unlocked it.

Jungkook nods, his lips pressed together before he says hesitantly, "We should hang out again sometime."

You smile and nod, "I'd l-like that."

"Well, goodnight," Jungkook says quickly before turning and hurrying down the stairs. You watch him disappear behind the corner before turning and going inside.

You set your bag down and yawn, stretching your arms above your head. You stretch a little more before moving to your room to get dressed for bed. Pulling out one of your nightgowns, you make quick work of changing into it. Then you go to the bathroom to do your nighttime routine.

By the time you're climbing into bed, your eyelids feel like they're being weighed down by a ton of bricks.

You pull the covers up to your chin, cuddling into the warmth of your comforter. The giant octopus stuffie next to you is quickly pulled into your side as you wrap your legs around it and squeeze it tightly.

"Mm, goodnight." You whisper to it before you slip into a deep slumber.

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Jungkook drags himself up the stairs to his apartment, his feet killing him. The target dragged him around half the city and the entire arcade today, and he's gonna have to do it all over again until he can earn her full trust.

Never again will he underestimate the simplicity of a target.

She might be the dumbest person he's ever met, but she sure is a handful when it comes to trying to finish his job.

Jungkook pulls out his keys, fumbling with them for a second before he realizes something is off. He looks closer at the door lock and sees a few scratches on it.

The fuck?

Jungkook quietly pulls out a little knife he keeps in his back pocket at all times when carrying a gun around isn't the smartest decision.

Then as gently as he can, he puts his keys in the lock, turning it as slowly as he can.

When he pushes the door open slowly, it creaks.

The light from the hallway floods into his studio apartment, showing how truly dark it is inside. Not a single light is on.

He always leaves his kitchen light on when he goes out.

Jungkook stands up to his full height as he opens the door the rest of the way. He steps inside, then everything that happens next happens in a matter of seconds.

An arm comes from behind him and wraps around his neck.

Jungkook grabs the forearm of the intruder and lifts himself before bringing himself back down and flipping them over his shoulder. A loud thump sounds as the assailant hits his floor with a pained grunt.

Jungkook leaps on them and wrestles the man to the ground again before straddling his chest. Jungkook pins one of the man's arms with one of his feet and the other he grips tightly in his hand.

"Who sent you?" Jungkook growls.

His small knife is pressed to the neck of the person whose chest is now starting to shake. Jungkook can't see his face in the dark but he can tell he's definitely laughing.

"Shit, boy," The man groans, "You've gotten a hell of a lot stronger."

Jungkook's breath releases at the sound of a familiar voice. He leans back, releasing the young man's arms but still sitting atop his chest.

"Fucking hell, Taehyung."

"Hello to you too, kid."

Jungkook rolls his eyes at that but doesn't move.

Taehyung pushes at Jungkook roughly, "You've also gotten heavier. Get the fuck off my chest, asshole. The fuck are you doing anyway? Trying to seduce me?"

Jungkook laughs but finally gets off of the man lying on the floor in pain.

"You wish," He retorts as he moves to flip the kitchen light on, making Taehyung squint and hiss in annoyance.

"Fuck off, fatass," Taehyung growls, making Jungkook laugh again.

Jungkook walks over and offers the older boy his hand, but the other just smacks it away and proceeds to get off the floor on his own.

Jungkook shuts the front door and locks it, "You still suck at picking locks."

Taehyung rolls his eyes, "Yeah, I'm a little rusty, whatever."

Moving to the fridge, Jungkook opens it to pull out a bottle of soju, then he gestures for Taehyung to take a seat on the couch.

The older boy listens begrudgingly.

"What are you doing here anyway, Tae?" Jungkook asks as he opens the bottle and hands it to his friend.

"I have a hit around here," Tae says simply, "Knew you'd let me stay a few days."

Taehyung is always on the go. He's never in one place for long, so he tends to stay with people he knows when he gets a hit that'll take a little longer than usual.

Jungkook knows this, so he isn't surprised.

"Yeah, whatever. Next time just ask me, don't break into my home, dumbass." Jungkook says before snagging the bottle and taking a long swig. After he swallows he continues, "I almost killed you."

Tae snatches the bottle back, "You're no match for me, little shit. I let you win."

Jungkook snorts but lets it go. Honestly, he could be right.

Among all of the hitmen he's ever met, young and old, new and experienced, Kim Taehyung is by far the best.

He gets hundreds of hits every year.

Jungkook is glad he's on his good side. He'd hate to be on the other side of whatever weapon Tae decides to use at that time.

"So, who's your hit?" He asks his older friend curiously.

Tae takes another drink, hissing as the liquid warms his throat and stomach.

"Mr. Chen."

He smirks at the look of shock on the younger's face.

"Why you so surprised, kid?" Tae asks, tapping Jungkook's nose with his finger. Jungkook flinches back in irritation making him laugh, "You shocked you weren't hired to kill him yourself?"

Jungkook shakes his head, "No, stupid. Just surprised the bastard is still alive. I thought he would've been a hit a long time ago."

Tae nods, "Piece of shit deserves to be twenty feet under, that's for damn sure. I'm glad I get to be the one to do it."

Jungkook takes the bottle from Tae for another sip.

They sit in silence for a few minutes before Jungkook sets the bottle of soju on the coffee table and stands up, groaning.

"Ok, well your ass is sleeping on the couch. You get in my bed while I'm sleeping like the pervert you are, I'll kill you." He points at Taehyung threateningly.

Tae just chuckles and man spreads on the sofa, "Sure thing, JK."

"I'm taking a shower, you're welcome to take one after me. Ramen is in the kitchen, make yourself some food."

"Wow, JK. You're a wonderful host, I should've come here sooner." Tae smiles cockily and Jungkook scoffs before moving to the bathroom to get washed up.

Half an hour later, Jungkook comes out, one towel wrapped around his waist as he dries his hair with another one.

Tae is sitting at the dining table eating a cup of ramen noisily. He glances up and sees Jungkook, then he swallows and whistles lowly at him.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, "Shut the hell up. Do you want to stay here or not?"

"Hell yeah, I do."

"Then stop being a fucking pervert."

Tae finishes his last bite then stands up raising his hands in defense as he makes his way to the bathroom, "It's called a joke, sweetheart. I'm straight as a pencil, I swear."

Jungkook whips the towel he was drying his hair off with at Tae, smacking him in the thigh and making him yelp as he runs to the bathroom.

After a little while, Tae comes out dressed in the pair of sweats Jungkook left for him there. His hair is damp as he shakes his head like a wet dog, sending water droplets flying. He looks over to see Jungkook lying in his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Taehyung walks over to the couch and notices Jungkook put a pillow and an extra blanket there for him. He smiles and glances at Jungkook, "Aww, you shouldn't have, sweetie."

"Another word and I'll take 'em back," Jungkook mutters.

The older boy just laughs and gets comfortable on the couch before Jungkook turns out the light by his bed. The silence in the dark room is deafening.

Then Jungkook hears Tae speak up from across the room.

"What you so grumpy for, JK?"

"I'm not grumpy."

"Is it your new hit?"

Jungkook sits up in bed and stares where he knows the couch is, "How did you know I had a new hit?"

"I saw the folder earlier. It must be bad since you tore up the picture of the target." Tae muses.

Jungkook lays back down, "The whole thing is just a fucking mess, Tae."

"How so?"

"My target acts like a kid-"

"A kid?"

"Yeah. I think there's something up with her. She's a dumbass and doesn't have a single sense of self-preservation."

"Shouldn't that make your job easier?" Tae asks, making Jungkook sigh.

"That's the thing, I just don't understand why she's a tar-"

Rustling from the couch makes Jungkook pause.

"Wait, are you questioning your hit?" Tae asks in disbelief.

"No," Jungkook flips over onto his side, "No, I'm not. I just need it to be over with."

He hears Taehyung sigh from the couch and he stares into the dark, something stirring in him at Tae's next words.

"Remember why you started this, JK. Don't question anything. It isn't our job to judge why someone sets a hit, but it is our job to get it done."

"I know." Jungkook snaps.

"Ok."

Taehyung's right.

He just needs to remember why he started this whole thing in the first place.

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a/n: sorry its late and short. hope you liked it tho :)

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hanatiny · 3 years

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Aim To Please

a/n: I’m aware that certain kinks in this may not sit well with some people, but I have a very specific target audience for this one so :) a/n 2: happy birthday to the stressed mom Seonghwa, hope he eats well and has a good day~ <3

pairing: incubus!Seonghwa x f!reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 1866

warnings: consensual somnophilia, unprotected sex, noona kink, pet names, Hwa has a gun kink, he's also a whiny service top, praise kink, marking (both biting and light scratching), brief mention of overstimulation, orgasm control

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Seonghwa had been visiting you somewhat regularly for a couple months now. He first came to you in a dream while you were feeling lonely and then another night, when you found yourself unable to sleep, he actually physically materialised in front of you.

Incubi were said to simply come to 'their human' for sex and that was that, they would leave once they got what they wanted.

Seonghwa, however, was a little different. He had a bit of a childlike curiosity to him, ironic as it seemed for an immortal demonic creature, and you adored the way his eyes would light up like shooting stars every time you'd talk to him and tell him about your day or simply recount a memory you happened to be fond of.

You grew attached to each other rather quickly and easily, a strong emotional bond forming between the two of you that one wouldn't necessarily think possible.

And so, when he arrived this particular night, he couldn’t help but pout a little when he found you fast asleep in your bed. Then again he couldn’t really blame you, it was sometime between 2 and 3am after all. In all honestly, he was relieved to see you get some rest, knowing how you struggled at times.

He visited you for a different reason tonight though; it was his creation day - or birthday, a word he learned from you that meant essentially the same thing in human terms, which he used interchangeably.

He wanted to celebrate it with you and to do so, he’d either have to wait until you'd awaken on your own accord, or wake you up himself. He technically wanted to do neither but he was an incubus, so he did the one thing that he knew how to do.

Hesitating for a beat, then, Seonghwa's face blossomed a cherry red when he recalled how you had previously informed in a conversation that he had been given explicit permission to have his way with you whenever he pleased.

Feeling the mattress dip beneath his weight, he carefully maneuvered himself onto the mattress to hover above you. Seonghwa, careful and gentle as ever, balanced himself on one hand while lifting the other to brush a few strands of hair out of your face.

Your expression was peaceful as you slept, head tilted slightly to the side, and he couldn't help but coo softly at the sight while he briefly lost himself in his own thoughts.

How would he ever tell you that he had fallen in love with you, someone belonging in a different world...? He had yet to figure it out.

He shook his emotional dilemma off in favor of trailing his lips down from your jaw over your neck and collarbone with slow, deliberate kisses. You stirred slightly with a soft hum, remaining asleep.

Seonghwa’s soft lips attached themselves to your skin to gently suck a marking near your shoulder. Once satisfied, he pulled back and his hands went to free your sleeping form from the blanket it was covered with.

He froze in his tracks for a brief moment, not having expected you to be dressed exclusively in an oversized t-shirt. He bit his lip and toyed with the hem of the piece of fabric that still covered your body before pushing it up to under your breasts for easier access to where he wanted to be.

His hands established a gentle but firm grip on your thighs and parted them for him while he nipped all over the skin of your stomach, trying to distract himself and not turn bright red once more from the realization of your lack of underwear.

Like the gentle man he was, Seonghwa glided his fingertips over your inner thighs with featherlight touches and if it wasn’t for the airy giggle you let out, having known you were rather ticklish, he would have thought you couldn’t feel him at all.

You leaned into his touch slightly out of instinct when his fingers ghosted over your slit to see if you were wet enough to take him - he knew it could be painfully if either party isn’t aroused to a more than sufficient level. But, to his relief, you were practically dripping, which led him to believe you may have been having a wet dream. Little did he know, you had been in a limbo between asleep and awake ever since his hands first came into contact with your heated skin.

Seonghwa was way too focused on his task to notice your state of half-consciousness, and he didn’t even connect the dots when you mewled out loud after he had discarded his pants and gradually pushed his length into your entrance.

Once he bottomed out, he whined softly as he began to rock his hips into you and it surprised you time and time how gentle he’d start off with you - as if you were a porcelain doll and he was afraid of breaking you - and that you’d always, without fail, remind him that he didn’t have to be, that you could take it.

There was a tenderness in his actions that you couldn’t quite place. You refused to believe that the root of it was love.

It was when his voice went high-pitched with a shaky “N-noona..~” that your eyes flew open, thankful for his lack of focus on you while he moaned softly, your hand blindly fumbling for something under the pillow next to you.

Your fingers finally took hold of and wrapped around the cold metal item, pulling it out from where you hid it until mere seconds ago, and Seonghwa’s hips stuttered slightly when he heard a familiar soft click, but he only snapped his gaze back forward to look at you wide-eyed as he felt a gun barrel pressed to the side of his head.

“Noona, I-”

“Hush, sugar. You’ll be good and listen to every word I say, yeah~?” You smirked up at him as he nodded and let out a desperate whine of affirmation.

It was a peculiar kink of him to have to want to call you noona, you mused, considering that he was a century old creature and you physically would not be able to top that as a human being. But you figured that it wouldn’t hurt to indulge him, considering that no one in his past seemed to have done so based on his delight when you complied and agreed.

Whimpers from the man above you pulled you back into the present reality as you watched him struggle to keep up a rhythm with the gun pressed to his head. You cooed at how good of a job he was doing regardless, “Such a good boy, fucking noona good just how he knows she likes it...~”

Seonghwa cried out, his face flushed because of how he submissive he acted, contrary to how he usually at least tried to appear to be.

“Mhm, my pretty babyboy figured he could use my body for his own pleasure, similar to how the rest of his kind does hm~? It’s cute, really.” You purred, unable to stop a moan from slipping from your lips while your grip on the loaded gun tightened slighly, although you made sure to keep your fingers away from the trigger just in case.

“You make noona feel so good, sugar, just like you’re meant to...~” You smiled up at Seonghwa with a so obviously deceiving sweetness that made his pouty lips tremble slightly, a few strands of his messy hair sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead.

You knew the telltale signs of when he was about to cum, your first trist with the demon having been what felt like years ago although it only lied back a few months.

“I-I... Noona, ‘m already close...~” He panted softly above you, causing you to coo as he twitched inside of you, a smile tugging at you lips.

“Mhm I can tell, baby~ You can hold it in for a little longer for noona, no?” Your voice carried a lilt as you hummed and it unsettled Seonghwa that he couldn’t quite place it, but he nodded eagerly nonetheless, not willing to even so much as risk disappointing you.

“Y-yeah!” He gasped softly when you suddenly wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him even deeper inside of you, your back arching as you did so, “Good boy...~ Oh fuck, right there-”

You hissed lowly under your breath, having unintentionally pushed the tip of your lover’s cock right into the spot that would make you come undone. Seonghwa whined loudly and desperately above you as he continued his almost frenzied thrusts into your heat, his head thrown back and his body on the verge of overstimulation when you found your climax around his length.

It was convenient for him to be so well-endowed, you mused, since he was able to hit the most pleasurable spots deep inside of you with ease.

“P-please noona, I-I can’t-”

“Cum, Seonghwa.”

And just like that, with two simple words, he let go and released himself inside of you, a soft moan drifting from you at the feeling of warmth spreading through your body.

Seonghwa panted softly as he slowly came down from his high, reaching to caress your cheek as if in a trance while you dropped the hand holding the gun onto a pillow next to the two of you before letting go of the item entirely.

Having caught your breath, you nudged him to roll over, which he willingly did after carefully pulling out of you.

You turned to face him, tenderly threading a hand through his hair as he pouted at you.

“Y/n-”

“Shh, I know Hwa. I should get cleaned up... but I’m too tired, so I’ll just shower in the morning.” You smiled reassuringly, to which he relaxed as well and wordlessly wrapped his arm around you to pull you close and cuddle you.

“Happy birthday...~” You murmured before drifting off, leading Seonghwa to coo softly at you in endearment as he held you close to himself protectively.

You were truly the only gift he could ever want and need.

When you woke up the next morning, it was in an entirely different position than the one you fell asleep in. Shifting in your bed, you realized that your supernatural companion had cleaned both himself and you in the night before making sure to dress you appropriately so you wouldn’t be cold.

You found your gun on the nightstand next to you a few moments after, along with a small note Seonghwa must’ve written in a hurry if the handwriting on it was anything to go by.

‘Thought I’d allow myself to clean you up so you could stay under your comfy blankets a little longer. Hope you don’t mind :)’

There were a few hearts scribbled all over the piece of paper, and your head fell back against your pillow with a knowing smile and a happy sigh.

You were glad the incubus seemed to reciprocate your feelings, and you’d be sure to tell him so when he would return.

“I love you too, Hwa.”

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sj-thefan · 3 years

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The Tragedy of Y/n of Asgard

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Can be read as a sequel to The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard, but it isn’t necessary.

Warnings: Angst, major character death, fighting, pregnancy

Y/n carried her sleepy toddler in her arms as she made her way to his room. With Loki off retrieving Odin with Thor, she was in charge. They shouldn’t have been gone long, but after waiting for over half an hour, Bromm had started to yawn. It was time for his nap, so she left the Bifrost and Skurge to be watched by Volstagg and Fandral, knowing Loki would return to her as soon as he got back.

Her mind drifted to the thought of having another child running around. She could picture that life now; the quiet halls filled with children’s laughter, toys thrown all over the palace, and her husband, finally his true self. She felt the child in her belly was a sign of good things to come.

If only she could know how wrong she was.

As she reached Bromm’s bedroom, she heard the sound of boots running on the stone floor. She turned to see Hogun running towards her. Bromm perked up at the sight of his honorary uncle.

The warrior stopped in front of her and gave a brief bow. “My lady, there’s trouble at the Bifrost.”

Y/n knew she didn’t have much time to think. She placed Bromm on the ground and looked into his eyes. “Sweetheart, I need you to go to your room. I’ll send Ingrid, but I need you to stay there. Mummy has something she needs to take care of.”

With a nod of his head, Bromm went to his room. Y/n turned to Hogun. “What’s happening?”

The couple marched through the hall while Hogun explained a woman had shown up and killed Volstagg, Fandral, and maybe even Skurge. They didn’t know exactly what had happened.

Y/n instructed him to take the men that were currently available to stop the stranger at the bridge and to send word to the remaining soldiers to go to the castle in full armour. She would lead those men to the bridge once they had assembled.

Hogun ran off while Y/n entered the chamber so she could get ready.

As she strapped on her sword, she felt a presence in the room. She gripped her sword and swiftly turned around, ready to take out the intruder.

Heimdall blocked the swing with his arm.

“Heimdall?” Y/n exclaimed. The man cocked his eyebrow, and Y/n sheathed her sword with a quick apology. “What are you doing here?”

“I see all, my lady.” Y/n smiled at him before returning to getting ready. “We must leave.”

Y/n stood up straight. “I can’t leave. We’re under attack. Until Thor, Loki, and Odin return, it is my duty to—”

“Do you know who is at the gates?” Y/n shook her head, returning to strap on her boots. “Hela, goddess of death.”

Y/n paused. “It doesn’t matter who is attacking. The people of Asgard deserve to be protected by their leaders.”

“She will not hesitate to kill anyone.”

Y/n thought for a second. She couldn’t abandon the people, even if that meant she would die. “Take Bromm,” she suggested to Heimdall. “Take my son and however many people you can get out. Keep them safe, and don’t return for me until everyone is safe.”

Heimdall nodded and started towards the door.

“Heimdall,” Y/n called, halting his steps. “Are they okay?”

He had seen Hela come through the Bifrost and how she pushed her brothers out. The princes of Asgard were thrown out and tossed to the place of lost things. They were okay. But Odin hadn’t been as lucky. It was his death that set Hela free, and he would not see the consequences that followed. Heimdall knew Y/n was asking after her family, so he told her anything she might need to know about what had happened. Then he left the room.

Y/n knew she would have to act fast. Her mind was racing with the overload of information she had been given. Odin was dead. Thor and Loki were lost somewhere across space. Hela, the goddess of death, was here to take control and wage war against the realms. Hela had killed two of Y/n’s best friends and had threatened to kill any who opposed her. Y/n’s life was in as much danger as her people, maybe even more so due to her royal status.

It was a price she was willing to pay, though.

She felt a tear run down her face as she left the room and marched to the throne room where she would meet her soldiers. It wasn’t fair. She had been nervous, happy, fearful, and ecstatic all in the span of a few hours due to the life in her belly, but now—now she was terrified, hopeless, and scared beyond her wildest dreams at the thought of her child. It wasn’t fair that today had to be filled with such madness and that to protect her people, she might lose her child. It wasn’t fair, but it had to be done.

As she joined her soldiers, a loud bang was heard just outside the grand doors. Y/n knew that Hela had reached the gates. She held her head tall, took a deep breath, and ordered her warriors to be ready. She unsheathed her sword and waited for the door to open.

Y/n stood on shaky legs. All around her, the soldiers lay bloody and unmoving. She looked to the woman responsible for this death. “Why?” she spat at the woman. “What did you hope to accomplish?”

Hela turned to face Y/n. She had seen her when she entered; she was the only one wearing something other than the standard Asgardian armour. Her eyes scanned the girl, coming to a stop at the gold circlet atop her head. Hela smirked. “Let me guess,” she drawled. “You married one of my idiotic brothers, thinking life would be tea parties and silk dresses, but now—” she gestured to the chaos around them, “—it’s a dangerous job.”

Y/n scoffed. Her life had never been easy. She and Loki had fought for everything they achieved.

“I bet everyone loves you.” Hela looked back to Skurge to see if her assumption was correct, and he gave a nod of his head. “That could be useful.”

Y/n yelled as she raised her blade and charged at Hela.

Hela stepped to the side, sliding Y/n out of the way with a blade of her own.

Y/n stumbled but quickly regained her balance. She thrust her sword with all her might. It connected, making its way through Hela’s stomach.

Hela laughed, and Y/n stepped back in shock. “You’re pretty good,” Hela took the blade out of her stomach, “but I don’t have time for this.”

Y/n watched in terror as Hela approached her, aiming the hilt of the sword at her face.

Everything went dark.

Loki stood at the door, entering the code he had stolen and memorized, while Thor stood beside him.

“Hey, so, listen,” Thor said. “We should talk.”

Loki looked up. He knew what was coming. He had dreaded this conversation since he first saw Thor in the Grandmaster’s place. “I disagree,” he blatantly stated while returning to his work. “Open communication,” the door opened, “was never our family’s forte.”

The brothers picked up their weapons, heading towards the guards in front of the elevator. “Oh, you have no idea,” Thor said. “Been quite the revelation since we last spoke.”

They both loaded their weapons and aimed, sending an ironic greeting towards the guards before opening fire.

As the guards start shooting back, Thor and Loki hid behind a wall. They shared a look as they heard the sounds of the guards reloading. Revealing themselves, the brothers start shooting their opponents again.

Eventually, they made it to the other side of the room, where Loki began entering the second code. As soon as the door opened, a guard came out, pointing his gun at Loki. Thor, sensing the guard was about to fire, pushed the gun down. As the shot went off, the guard flew up into the air from the force, and the boys happily walked into the elevator.

Loki couldn’t take the tension hanging in the air anymore, so he spoke. “I don’t think I can go back.”

“Asgard needs us. You left it defenceless when you took father to Earth. We need to protect our people.”

“You think so little of me?” Thor gave Loki a look of confusion. “I don’t want to go back because I can’t see their lifeless bodies. I can’t be in a place where we were happy and pretend things will be okay.” Loki breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally said it out loud. His wife was dead; there was no way Hela would keep her alive. She was a threat to the thrown. And so was Bromm, for that matter. Hela had probably killed them both.

“There’s still a chance—”

“—And if they’re dead, what then, Thor? I won’t—I can’t do it. I’m better off staying on Sakaar.”

Thor glanced down. “If there was even a slim chance that I could save mother, or father, or any of our friends,” Thor looked back to see Loki watching him, “I would take it.”

The elevator was silent for a few moments.

“What if—”

Thor put a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “Then I’ll be here. They’re my family too; I won’t abandon you or them.”

Loki smirked. “You’re a sap.”

Thor began laughing. “Never one for sentiment, were you?” Loki chuckled at him. “Hey,” Thor interrupted. “Let’s do ‘Get Help’!”

“What?” Loki questioned, wondering what brought this change of conversation.

“’ Get Help.’”

“No.”

“Come on, you love it.”

“I hate it.”

“It’s great. It works every time.”

“It’s humiliating.”

“Do you have a better plan?”

“No.”

“We’re doing it.”

“We are not doing ‘Get Help.’”

Less than a minute later, the elevator doors opened, and the brothers came out, performing the ‘Get Help’ act.

Thor carried Loki draped over his shoulder. “Get help!” he shouted to the guards. “Please! My brother, he’s dying!” Loki remained still as Thor began picking him up with both hands. “Get help! Help him!” Thor threw Loki at the guards, knocking them all out. He chuckled to himself. “Classic.”

“Still hate it.” Loki stood up. “It’s humiliating.”

“Not for me, it’s not. And it’s very effective.” Thor glanced back to the guards but spotted one of them getting up and running to sound the alarm.

“Apparently, not effective enough.”

The guard hit the alarm. Minutes later guards filtered into the room.

Loki turned to his brother. “Thor, you have to go. If they have a chance, it’s getting smaller with every second that passes. I’ll hold them off. You,” he gestured to the yellow ship behind them, “take the Commodore, and save my family.”

“I won’t leave you; we can take them.”

“It will take too long, Thor. Go!”

Reluctantly, Thor ran to the ship. He knew Loki wouldn’t change his mind, and the guards that started spilling through the doors hadn’t stopped. He just hoped Loki would follow on the other ship.

When the skeleton soldiers came for her, Y/n was afraid. Most of her armour had been stripped from her, along with her sword. She was powerless against them, and she had no idea what they wanted.

As they marched her through the castle, she pleaded with them. “Please,” she begged. “I am part of the royal family. As soldiers of Asgard, you serve me.” There was no response. “I have a child; he needs me.” Again, nothing. “Please, I’m with child. Please.” Still, there was no reaction.

When she realized she was being taken outside, she seized her crying and replaced her terror with a mask of bravery. She was still terrified, but if she showed a brave face to her people, they might feel calmer.

The soldiers led her to a courtyard filled with many Asgardians. On the steps to the castle stood Hela with her monstrous dog and Skurge. The soldiers threw her down.

Y/n tumbled down the steps, only to be met with more soldiers who dragged her to her feet. She glared at Skurge, the man she had trusted to guard the entrance to their world.

Skurge glanced at Hela before starting his address to the people. “Asgardians,” he yelled, “some misguided soul has stolen the Bifrost sword. Tell us where it is, or there will be consequences.” He stole another glance at Hela. “Bad ones.”

The people were silent, glancing between each other to see if someone would break.

“Well?”

Hela stepped forward when again no one responded to her executioner. “Bring her forward.”

The skeleton soldiers dragged Y/n forward and pushed her to her knees again, making sure her head and neck were exposed. Some of the people in the crowd cried out at the sight of their princess in danger. They knew she had fought to protect them and that she hadn’t run to the mountain because she wouldn’t abandon them, but the soldier held them back.

Hela gestured for Skurge to do his job. He stood beside Y/n, hesitant in raising his axe.

“You’re a coward,” Y/n spat.

“Well?” Hela drawled. “Executioner?”

Skurge lifted his axe. It was about to come down when someone in the crowd shouted.

“Wait!” The crowd parted, revealing the man who had spoken. “Wait. I know where the sword is.”

Y/n yelled and screamed while the man told Hela everything. She wasn’t angry at the man, not even disappointed; he had done what he could to save a life. Yet Y/n was afraid, more than she had been earlier. If Hela found Heimdall, she could discover Bromm. His life was in danger now.

Hela sent her back to the dungeons, the skeletons carrying her thrashing body.

Y/n calmed herself when they got inside. She knew that to get free, she would need to think it through, and the best way to do that was with a calm mind. As she stopped squirming, the soldiers’ grasp on her lightened—no longer needing to be as tight. Y/n scanned her surroundings, making a note of everything that might help her. There were only two guards with her; the rest were either travelling with Hela to get the people in hiding or with Skurge, prepping for war. Y/n felt her muscles tighten as she clenched her fist. That’s when she noticed it. The soldiers’ grip had loosened enough for her to move.

With quick movements, Y/n elbowed one soldier before swinging her body around and tripping the other.

She grabbed a sword from one of the suits of armour lining the hall. It wasn’t sharp, nor was it meant for actual use, but it was the best weapon she could find on short notice. With a few swipes of the heavy sword, one of the soldiers crumbled. The other grabbed her from behind, causing the blade to fall from her hands. Throwing her weight forward, she flung him over her back and onto the ground in front of her. She quickly grabbed the other skeleton’s sword and decapitated the soldier still moving.

Y/n glanced between the two unmoving soldiers, ensuring they were really dead. When she was sure, she headed to the weaponry to stock up before joining the fight.

As she ran out the door, she was shocked to find her brother-in-law heading in the opposite direction. She quickly grabbed him in a hug. “You’re alright. Oh, thank Odin, you’re alright.”

“I’m fine, Y/n.” He pulled back, scanning his sister. She was pretty bruised with several cuts all over, but she was standing and clutching her sword. She was okay. “You’re okay?” Y/n responded with a nod. “Where’s Bromm?”

“I sent him with Heimdall. Hela is headed to the right now. I have to go—”

“No, Y/n,” Thor soothed with a hand to her shoulder. “They’re headed to the Bifrost. I have some friends who will help you, but you should go too. I’m going to distract Hela.”

“Is Loki…” Y/n trailed off as she looked towards the Bifrost.

Thor shook his head. “I’m sorry, Y/n. He stayed behind, so I could get out. He sacrificed himself for you and Bromm. He said I had a better chance of saving you than him.”

Y/n choked back a sob. This wasn’t the time. Her son and her people needed her. “Okay,” she took a deep breath, “I’ll see you soon.”

They both took off in opposite directions.

Heimdall reached the bridge at the same time as Y/n.

“Heimdall, thank Odin,” Y/n breathed out. “Where’s Bromm?”

“Mommy?” his little voice rang out.

Y/n quickly fell to her knees as her son ran into her arms. “My baby, you’re okay.” Heimdall led the group around the mother and son and further down the bridge; they didn’t have time to waste. Y/n pulled back and checked over her child. He had no scrapes or bruises, no injuries that she could see. “This mess is almost over, sweetheart.” She stood up, keeping her hand locked with his, and moved with the crowd.

When the crowd stopped moving, Y/n knelt down to her son again. “Stay in the middle here; I’ll find you when it’s safe, but mommy has to go help Heimdall keep everyone safe.” Bromm nodded as his mother walked to the front of the group.

Y/n brandished her sword as she saw what had caused the group to stop. Hela’s giant dog was charging at the group.

Heimdall held his sword up, ready to fight.

Suddenly, a man fell from the spaceship that had been shooting at the dog. He crashed to the bridge, a crumpled heap.

The dog paused for a moment to sniff the body before he resumed his charge.

Y/n and Heimdall readied their stance, but just before the dog reached them, it was pulled backwards.

It was thrown back by a giant, green man.

Y/n was sure he was the Hulk. Thor had told stories of a scientist who could turn into a strong monster that had joined him in the fight on Midgard. On the other side, Loki claimed the Hulk was a savage giant with no respect. Whoever he was, she was impressed. He and the dog soon disappeared from view as they tumbled off the bridge’s side and into the water below. Y/n would have been worried if not for the hoards of Hela’s skeletal army that were rushing at them.

Y/n and Heimdall fought with everything they had, but there were too many of them.

Heimdall was slashed in his thigh, bringing him to his knees. With one swipe of his heavy sword, he took out three men, but another pushed him over.

Y/n rushed to help him but was stopped by another soldier. A loud blast startled her, and she jumped, narrowly missing the swing of his blade. She thrust her sword through his stomach, and he collapsed to the ground.

She turned, seeing a Kronan helping Heimdall to his feet. Beside him was a creature she couldn’t quite name but looked to be supported by a metal skeleton with knives for hands.

A loud noise called everyone’s attention. Through the fog, a spaceship appeared, and standing in front, with his arms raised, was Loki.

“Your saviour is here,” he called to the crowd. The ship was parked, with a ramp leading to the bridge. Loki climbed off. “Did you miss me?” he asked. His eyes scanned the crowd, and Y/n could tell he was looking for her and Bromm. Masking his fear, he directed everyone to climb the ship.

Y/n sheathed her sword and ran to her husband. “Loki!” she called, and he turned to her. She had never been so happy in her entire life. She launched herself into his waiting arms and breathed in the scent of her husband. She felt safe and comfortable in his arms, but she knew the time to celebrate was later. She pulled away.

Loki, not yet ready to let go, pulled her back. He cupped her face and kissed her like it was the first time. The rest of the world faded away as they got lost in each other.

It was only when Loki felt his leg be embraced that he was pulled back to reality. He looked down to see Bromm, hugging his leg. He bent down and picked up his son, hugging him close to his chest. “My boy and my wife,” he sighed happily, caressing Y/n’s cheek and bringing her closer. “I was so scared I had lost you.”

“We’re okay,” Y/n reassured.

The sound of fighting soon found its way back into their blissful minds, and they were pulled back to reality.

The adults shared a look of fear.

“Bromm, my love,” Y/n cooed, caressing his small face, “I need you to go on the ship and stay safe. Mommy and daddy will join you in a bit.”

“Y/n, you need to go on the ship, too.” Loki’s expression was stern, but so was Y/n’s.

“I’ve come this far; I am not going to sit back and relax until everyone is safe.” Loki knew she could not be argued with, but his eyes flicked to her belly. “We’re okay, Loki,” Y/n reassured, with a hand to her stomach. “The worst is over, but we’re not finished.”

Loki nodded with a huff. He set Bromm down, who joined up with his friends and made his way onto the ship. He gave one last look at his parents before he disappeared inside the giant vessel.

Y/n and Loki joined Heimdall and the rest of the new soldiers as they began fighting.

A bright lightning bolt filled the sky, and Thor jumped from the castle to the bridge, knocking down soldiers with his lightning blasts.

It didn’t take long for Thor to reach his brother.

Y/n was fighting one of the skeleton soldiers. As her sword thrust into its chest, she let out a breath of relief. She could see the brothers reuniting, and it filled her heart with warmth.

She didn’t even feel it at first.

All she knew was that she couldn’t breathe.

She looked down to see the sword protruding from her stomach.

The world went silent as the pain flooded her senses. She could see Loki running towards her, and she felt when he caught her, but she couldn’t hear his pleas. She didn’t hear him begging her to stay awake. Nor did she hear the whispered, ‘I love you’s.

As she started to fade, she could see his face. She smiled at him, raising a hand to his cheek. “I love you,” she whispered. She had no idea if he heard her or not, but seeing his smile, even though it was filled with sadness, was the perfect view as she drifted into darkness.

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itzagothamcitysiren · 4 years

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Welcome to the Family

and here’s part two! I also kinda was wanting to start possibly taking requests for these fics? I’m not sure if this is something people are interested in? or how to go about it? let me know what you guys think!

PART ONE

I’m Just a Shot Away From You pt.2

“Are you sure we’re clear?”

Jason couldn’t stop the loud grunt exhaled from his lips as Halley asked him the same question for what felt like the tenth time since they left the manor. They had just arrived at the parking lot of Amusement Mile, Jason parking the motorcycle he took from Bruce’s garage and grabbing Halley’s hand before leading them towards the entrance. He had made sure the cost was clear, waiting until he knew Bruce and Dick would be far off into the city, starting their nightly patrol with Alfred locked away in the Batcave on monitor duty.

“Will you relax?” He said, slightly laughing at her flustered appearance. She’d been really stressing about sneaking out as soon as they started getting ready. Jason knew they’d get in trouble if they got caught, but he shrugged; if they got caught then they got caught. “You’re not going to have a good time if you keep being more paranoid than Batman.”

“Ugh, fine, you’re right, you’re right.” Halley repeated, sounding more firm the second time she said the phrase. As they walked up to the ticket booth, Jason quickly paying and grabbing their wristbands to enter the park, she shook off her nerves. The smell of fried dough and other carnival foods hitting her nostrils, causing her to hum. Looking up at Jason she smiled, feeling a lot more relaxed than she did seconds ago, “So where to first?”

Jason looked around and through the mob of people. They could go off and play some games, seeing a few not that crowded. Or they could also hit the rides first before the lines got too long. Or even grab some food, the smell that caught Halley’s attention know catching his. He tugged her off to the side towards the food venders, deciding that that sounded the best right now.

Between the pair of them they got two pieces of fried dough, Halley finishing hers quickly and attempting to steal bites from Jason’s while he wasn’t looking. They also grabbed some cotton candy and a bag of popcorn, knowing that they went overboard slightly right off the bat but didn’t care. It wasn’t everyday they could get away with eating like this and they let their eyes do the thinking over their heads.

As they munched on their snacks they walked through the park, once their stash starting to deplenish deciding to stop and play some games. Halley nearly choked on the popcorn she was eating, falling into a fit of laughs as Jason failed at the strongman game, the puck only getting barley half way up the track. He felt a dig at his pride, handing the man running the game another five dollars to get three more chances. The second time he got a little over the halfway mark, but that had been the furthest he got. Before he could waste any more money on the game, Halley walked forward, leaning up and placing a kiss on his cheek and dragging him off.

After a few easier games, Jason stopped them in front of a shooting game. He’d always loved the game and was excited when they finally found it. He paid the man, grabbing the fake haunting rifle from the counter, lifting it up and taking aim. He took his first shot as the worker hit the button, making the duck’s on the wall in front of them start to move. It had looked easy enough, but when the ducks started moving faster he found his eyes darting to find a good target. He fired when he thought he had a shot.

“Tck,” Halley made a clicking sound with her tongue when he missed.

Jason side glanced her, noting how she looked like she wanted to say something but was biting her lip. He shrugged it off, taking aim again, still having two more turns. He quickly wiggled his shoulders, raising the rifle up again to aim. For a fake gun, it had a decent recoil he wasn’t ready for. Closing one eye to get a better look he pointing the gun slightly downwards he put his finger on the trigger, ready to pull back when Halley made that sound again.

“Yes?” Jason looked at her, not annoyed but with slumped shoulders.

“You hold it down like that and the butt of the gun is gonna come back up and smack against your chin.” Halley said seriously, throwing Jason off. Her eyebrows furrowed together and her posture somewhat mimicked Bruce when he was watching Jason do something wrong in training.

She quickly realized this and softened her stance. She let her hands slip into her sweatshirt pockets, somewhat stuttering as she corrected herself, “I mean, it won’t hurt. It’s not a real gun but- uh, er, never mind. Forget I said anything, take your shot.” She back tracked, waving her hand in front of her face, motioning him to continue.

Jason quirked his head sideways at her, amused and totally forgetting that she was the master’s marksman out of the pair of them. Going back to take his shot, he took the same position he did before only to falter as he heard Halley’s feet shift on the pavement. Side glancing her again, he saw her biting her lip even harder. This time he just chuckled, lowering the rifle and ignoring the clearly impatient worker.

“What am I doing wrong now?” He asked, not offended but amused.

“Nothing-, its fine.” She shook her head, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself as the worker stared at the two teens, not understanding why she was acting the way she was. It was just a game after all, it was meant to be fun; it didn’t need to be perfect.

She grunted when she saw Jason give her the look telling her he wasn’t buying it. Huffing, she placed the left over popcorn bag on the counter, moving to stand besides Jason. She raised his arms, moving the butt of the gun to rest properly against his shoulder. Her eyes trailed from where his path of sight was to the moving ducks, adjusting the barrel so he had a clear shot; only if he wasn’t so eager and impatience and trigger happy, he might actually hit one this time, she thought.

Once she was pleased she stepped away, blushing. “Sorry, I have- uh, a thing against bad posture. Dad drilled it-,” She paused, realizing that she was oversharing, not only to Jason but to the random stranger watching them. “Continue.” She nearly squeaked out.

Jason frowned, grasping now why she had been fussing. He didn’t even think about her past when he walked over to the game. He often forgot about it to be honest. She never really talked about Slade or her past anymore. She’d turned somewhat normal you could say and Jason now felt bad about making her bring it up. He decided to finish his turn quickly, doing better than last time, managing to hit one of the ducks down.

He placed the gun on the counter when he was finished sheepishly. He looked up at Halley intending on asking her if she wanted to head to another booth but saw her eying the gun. At first he got nervous, unable to read her expression as she stared down at it. He instantly thought that maybe he triggered some sort of PTSD episode and felt himself panicking. But he quickly calmed himself, noting how she didn’t look to be in distress. She looked at the rifle longingly, as if she wanted to try.

“You wanna turn?” He offered lamely, unsure if that was really what she wanted.

“No, no it’s okay.” She clearly lied, waving him off again.

He rolled his eyes at her, uncertain as to why she was being so hesitant. She was completely fine with telling him she wanted to try every other game so he had no idea why she was being like this now. Pulling out the right amount of bills he paid the worker for another turn, handing off the rifle to her without a word. Stepping back, he gave her space to take her turn.

She was hesitant at first, not sure that she was comfortable holding the weapon again. The last time she held a gun she was on the edge and willing to kill her father. She swore to herself secretly she’d never use a gun again or in fact never kill again. She was still haunted by her past even though she was in fact doing a lot better than she had been. The nightmares hadn’t come in a while and she hadn’t felt like she was walking on eggshells when it came to feeling guilty about her previous life.

But this wasn’t a real gun, it was a toy, and she could feel the shiny plastic instead of cold metal as she felt herself robotically raise the rifle up. She took a deep breath, closing one eye and aiming as the rig moved back to life. Exhaling, she pulled the trigger.

“Holy shit,” Jason gapped along with the worker as she fired all three shots one after the other, as rapidly as the toy allowed, hitting the harder to get targets.

She let the gun lower, smiling. Even though it was just cheap plastic balls shooting out, she couldn’t help but feel the rush she used to love when firing an actual gun. She laughed out, reaching into her own pocket and pulling out more money. She slammed it on the counter, making the awestruck boy behind it scampering to grab it and restart the machine.

Within the next couple of hours the pair had their hands full of prices after hitting stall after stall that involved any type of shooting game. Once Jason realized how satisfied she look after nailing each target, game after game, both laughing hysterically as the carnival workers grew more and more frustrated with each price they snagged, he pressed them further into the park. Time flew by, Halley now juggling a giant teddy bear plushy she won herself at the throwing darts game and the smaller plush that Jason wished she hadn’t picked out when he won in ring toss. It had been a cutesy looking version of him as Robin and his cheeks were so red when she exclaimed how adorable it was and that he had to win it for her, or else, she had said.

Once their hands were full enough with treats and prices, Jason led her over to the Ferris wheel, claiming his feet hurt from walking. It wasn’t a complete lie, he’d also just wanted to spend a couple of moments alone with her away from the clutter of people littering the park. Jason wouldn’t consider himself a romantic, but he was constantly finding himself wanting to do things he normally wouldn’t do for anyone else for Halley.

He felt himself smirk when they waited in line, Halley noticing a little blonde girl staring up at the teddy bear she held in her arms. Halley gave the little girl a smile before leaning down and handing it off to the girl, giving up the plush. The mother thanked Halley, insisting that she hadn’t had to do that but Halley insisted that it was fine, smiling back at the little girl who hugged the bear tightly. When they were next, Halley waved goodbye to the little girl who had started babbling to them while they waited in line.

Jason hadn’t said anything about the little exchange, but felt himself smiling at the girl now sitting next to him. She leaned back into the seat, looking out into the city’s skyline, taking in how peaceful it looked from where they were. Jason followed her gaze, he too loving how their city looked from this view. He scooched closer to her, ignoring how rickety the passenger car was when he moved. Placing his arm around her shoulders, he let out a sigh when she pushed herself into his side, leaning her head onto his shoulder.

“This is nice,” she said softly as he started playing with a loose strand of her hair. She hugged her little Robin plush to her chest, afraid she’d drop it otherwise. “Thanks for making me come out, Jay.”

“Jay?” his eyebrows raised at her, having never heard her call him that before.

“Sorry, it just came out, I-,”

“Its fine,” he laughed, pulling her in tighter. “I like it.” He smiled down at her, giving her a soft kiss on the top of her head.

Part of him wanted to smack himself for being so soft but the other part of him was stronger and he found himself growing to not care about being ‘soft’. He was thanking himself as well for making her come out, haven’t felt this carefree and relaxed in while. There was no stressing over being caught, no stressing over school and no stressing over protecting the city. It was just them and he wished he could freeze this moment for as long as he could. Just for tonight he didn’t mind not playing the hero and for once just being a kid.

#jason todd x oc #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd robin #jason todd x reader #Jason Todd #Jason Todd as Robin #dick grayson #dick grayson x oc #Dick Grayson x batsis #batman fanfiction #batfam x batsis #batfam x reader #batboys x batsis #dc comics fanfic

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moonlightflower21 · 4 years

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Always, Part 5

A/N: here you go :) not sure if its the best... but i tried :P

Part 1- X

Part 2- X

Part 3- X

Part 4- X

You rubbed your wrists, wincing slightly when your fingers grazed over the growing purple bruises. All three brothers asked questions, some relating to why you were here and others as to why you had avoided them. Yet one of them couldn't meet your gaze, not after that unfortunate night.

You took a shaky breath in, they had to shut up before your mind would go blank and freeze. They wanted answers to questions you couldn't provide, they wanted reasons that you couldn't bring yourself to say. Because either way, you sounded like the bad guy. The one who flaked on them without a good enough excuse. The one who left them when they needed you.

"Well, isn't this precious..." a chuckle came from the right side of the room, grabbing all your attention. You saw the boys instinctively reach for their weapons and subtly come closer to you. Behind, her army of footbots stood, their weapons glinting underneath the lights. Without warning, they ran towards you all at full speed. But their attacks were different, they were more skilled than you had remembered. You all were able to fight them off but they kept trickling in. After you fought one another ten would arrive and slowly, the muscles and joints in your body began to ache. Before you could even think, they had restrained you down harshly to the floor and making you all watch Karai who was perched upon a desk with a grin painted upon her ruby lips.

"What the-" Leo grunted when they surrounded his body, forcing him on his knees and kneeling upright watching the scene unfold. Annoyed and angry responses were heard all around the room yet Karai kept her eyes solely on you. Despite you glaring at her, she still maintained that sickly sweet smile making you want to punch her straight in the face.

"What??" You snapped irritably, looking at her dead in the eye. The skin around your wrists were beginning to burn from where they were tied together. It didn't help the army of footbots pinning you down kept making the chain tighter.

"He ignored you, didn't he?" She asked, a wicked grin plastered upon her face. She didn't even bother beating around the bush, just straight to the point. Your blood froze, hearing that sentence. How did she know about everything?

"What's his name?... ah yes, Donatello" she continued, an airy laugh blew through her lips when she saw the pain flash on your facial features mentioning his name. God, you wanted to kill her. You dared a glance at Donnie who's eyes watched Karai, but even they couldn't hide the pain nor the sadness in them.

"What-what's goin' on?" Raphael narrowed his amber irises between his brother and you and the supposed secret that their enemy knew. Didn't he know? Wasn't it obvious? "What do you want?" You whispered, clenching your fists tightly behind your back.

"Glad you asked. I want you, a perfect little assistant. I know you know information, information that could destroy these turtles and their master-" "Don't you think about it, Karai!" Leo growled, trying to unbuckle himself from their grip but they were strong. He didn't have enough energy to hold back the crowd of footbots holding him back.

"And if I don't?" You asked and she stood, walking towards you. "Well, then you'd be of no use to me or really anyone. Actually I could give your friends a little demonstration right now..." She smirked, cocking her gun and aiming straight at your forehead.

"No stop!" You heard pleas and commands from the turtles, shouting at her to stop. "It's your choice, darling. My way or death" she patted your head, bending to your level. You didn't have a choice, it was clear that you would lose either way.

"Okay, I-I'll help you..." You whispered and the brothers eyes widened in shock, wondering if they heard you right. "What?? Dudette what the heck are you doing??" Mikey struggled against the grip, his eyes widening in shock when he saw you standing up. You couldn't meet his gaze, the hurt in his eyes would be too much to handle in this moment. But you knew it was for the best. You threw the chains off your arms, wincing when the pressure of them alleviated on your wrists. Bands of purple and red covered your arms and hands and you were pretty sure blood was stuck to them.

"Well, well turtles. Your little companion hardly took much persuasion" she drawled on, while you stood behind her. She walked to Leo, Raph, Donnie and Mikey's, their faces were startled genuinely and completely shocked at your behaviour. Your eyes met with Donnie's for the first time in a long time and you wish you hadn't looked. Looking in his eyes reminded you of the feelings you had tried to hide and forget about. All those memories bubbled to surface and it took everything in you not to shatter and crumble giving Karai the satisfaction of watching you break. You looked away, hearing everything he had out put through.

"What are you doin', Y/N??" Raph hissed at you, his own heart beating fast at the betrayal. He didn't want to believe you could so easily be swayed for the enemy; none of them did.

"I-I know what Donnie did to you was wrong, but what you're doing is a mistake too, Y/N!" Leo yelled, baffled at your own actions. You took a breath and ignored them, you had to concentrate on how to get them all out of here.

Donnie was no better, his jaw slacked as he saw you with Karai. Had his actions compelled you to commit such betrayal against them? There was so much he wanted to say but it was impossible, you couldn't even look him in the eyes anymore. But when you did, even for a second, he was so close to allowing his own tears to fall. He remembered how you used to look at him with love and happiness, now in place was hurt and anger. And just like that, you looked away as if he hadn't existed. As if the relationship you both had never existed.

"I must admit, you turned your back rather easily" Karai smirked, sitting up on the table once more. You just nodded, looking around for a weapon to use but your eyes caught sight some shattered pieces of glass and the chain they held you in. Yet that gave you an idea. Looking at Karai, she seemed distracted as she taunted the turtles.

There were two footbots soldiers behind you, their eyes trained upon your every move. You placed the glass piece in your pocket, you would use that later. You subtly walked backwards, away from her line of sight as she focused on the turtles. The soldiers followed you, gripping your arms tightly. You kneed one of them harshly, throwing it back to the other one. They stumbled, pushing you down with them. Their grip on you was tight, almost restricting. "Get the fuck off of me" you hissed,

"She's on our side, the information she must know about you all must be absolutely priceless..." Karai grinned, walking by the turtles. You had to hurry, you did not have as much time as you would have liked. Using some of the skills you had learnt with the turtles, you kicked them back down and tied up their bodies as best as you could have possibly done with the chain. They didn’t matter much, it was Karai who you had to focus on. So walking back to her and the turtles, you kept the glass piece hidden in your hand. She yanked you close to her side, her scent filling your nostrils as she forced you to watch the turtles. a slight hint of a smirk stayed on your lips, toying with the glass piece until you had the proper grip on it.

Mikey and Raph looked at you suspiciously, Leo and Donnie's eyes were fixated on Karai, hoping she wouldn't do anything rash. Karai turned her head ordering something to her footclan, this was your chance. With every remaining ounce of energy in your body, you plunged the glass deep within her thigh hoping it penetrated the thick leather trousers she had on. And you were right. She screamed painfully, throwing your body forwards but you caught yourself easily.

"You bitch!" She sneered, a hand wrapped tight around her thigh hoping it would stop the profuse blood flow and another on the handle of her dagger.

"Watch out!" Donnie blurted and your heart clenched deep within your chest hearing him say your name again. Her weapon barely passed you, slicing the first layer of your skin. The blood seeped through your jeans and you hissed in pain when any pressure was applied. But you couldn't think about that, you didn't want to be here any longer than you needed to be. Looking at her coiled up in the floor with a puddle of blood surrounding her, you let out a chuckle slightly limping towards her.

"Get up" you snarled, grabbing her hair and pulling her body upwards. She winced, standing almost immediately. "You must be dense if you think I would fight for you" You collared her shirt, looking at her dead in the eye before turning towards her footbots.

"Let them go or I'll kill her" you ordered and they hesitantly looked from you to Karai and then to the turtles. "Don't let them go!" Karai tried to call out but you kneed her abdomen, knocking the air out of her. She fell to the ground and you yanked her hair back, anger and exhaustion settling in your body.

"You better shut the hell up before this knife plunges so far deep in you" you hissed, placing the tip of the blade taught against the pulse point in her neck. Looking back at her army, you pointed the blade in their direction menacingly. "Now, let them go or you'll see her in pieces all over the floor" you instructed, your tone clear and sharp to prove that you weren't messing around. They hesitated but listened, freeing the turtles who pushed them back abruptly. They looked at you and you looked at Karai, wincing and groaning in pain before your eyes met theirs.

"Time to get the hell out of here"

#tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader fanfic #tmnt 2014/16 #tmnt 2016 x reader #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt donatello x reader angst #tmnt x reader sad angst #tmnt x reader sad stuff

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project-ohagi · 4 years

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Keigo Takami ღ Hawks x Reader

Buy me a coffee!! <3

His past was of no real consequence to you.

If this lie was to be exposed, the very fabric of your sanity would unravel.

That quiet, near-expressionless boy had flourished so handsomely. Yet, in your sordid line of work, sentiments like these were simply a hindrance. Your research wasn’t wasted, however; delving into his background had yielded some interesting information. As it flooded your mind, sorrow-soaked vines clawed at your heart, threatening to unleash all the sympathy trapped within. You couldn’t allow it, lest your job be compromised. Your client had promised thousands for this hit! Maybe if success was achieved…maybe you'd be able to live comfortably, gifting your younger siblings more food and toys than they had ever dreamed of. Maybe after this…you could stop?

Steeling yourself, you aimed the gun. I have eyes on the target. All I have to do is take the shot. This should be easy - he's just standing around! So…why am I hesitating?

Beads of sweat trickled from glove to metal, as you tried desperately to reshuffle your thoughts. The harmony between your senses of morality and self-preservation was fraying. White noise resonated in your ears, swimming into your very essence and exploding your nerves. It was destined to be dangerous, when your innermost feelings, after having been repressed for so long, grappled for purchase on your heart-strings, tugging in time with the death-clock. If you idled for another moment more, your target would disappear, and so too would your hopes for a taste of rapture. The result of this hit…The livelihood of everything you embraced with a gentle, loving heart…it all rested upon this one menial task. If it became impossible to provide for yourself and two minors, for the sake of a secretive man - a hero - with whom you weren't even familiar…

…Did you truly deserve these blessed sun-rays, the smiles and the laughter directed towards you in the daytime? Did you even deserve to live, anymore?

No, that won't happen! I promised (B/n) and (S/n) that I would make money, and I would keep them safe. I can't do that if I fail this - much less if I'm dead.

Though…the difficulty was stomaching something as horrendous as assassinating a man whose life, since his immaculate conception, had been fraught with hardship. You didn’t wish to imagine what you were cutting short, all the pleasantries he wouldn’t ever experience. The chains binding those marvellous, crimson wings to the Safety Commission had no time to shatter. Not even this lamentable fate could liberate his soul. Death might wrap its opaque cloak around him, but true freedom would still be unattainable. You decided that once this play concluded, you would mourn until your lungs caved in. Grief was already beginning to pool in your eyes, but you wiped it away.

The gun trembled in your hand.

A brighter future loomed beyond the horizon, if only you could take a proper aim.

As you watched him loosen his playful façade, you gulped. That image alone, that half-torn husk of a man, was filling you with regret…and he wasn’t even trying! You remembered flicking through the pages upon pages of notes collected on his past, gaze landing on some pictures of an adorable little child, clutching an Endeavor plushie. With his family's alcoholism, with their violent temper, all the shards of glass from sickening-looking bottles…

That type of environment couldn’t ever offer security for such a young chick. It was neglected, dirty - the exact opposite of your home. Then, the route chosen for him surely wasn’t the correct one. He had a tragic history, one moulded for villainy, or perhaps the more skilled profession of a hitman. You despised the feeling of malaise which had encircled you, when first hearing of your target. Why him? Why you? A wretched sob caught in your throat.

You pointed the muzzle towards him, praying to any gods that cared to listen, to be forgiven.

The gun, slick with sweat, slipped from your palm.

What…? The world seemed to move in slow-motion. No, no, no! I need to catch it, quickly! It can't end like this, I won't let it!

Amidst the frightened, hasty jerking of a woman attempting to save her position, still veiled from the target, and her means of income, a second gun lay tucked within her pocket. Forgotten. To be captured now…it would almost certainly evolve into a trip to the gallows. You wouldn’t be permitted even a word of commiseration to your siblings. How would they survive out there, on the nasty, criminal-riddled streets? You couldn’t even begin to fathom the inevitable hardships awaiting them. In your panic, you missed the ledge. A second later, you too were plummeting down, to the cold, hard ground below. You couldn’t bluff this one, you couldn’t grab on to anything. You couldn’t re-spawn. Once Hel had coaxed your soul deeper into its foreboding wasteland, you would never return. You wouldn’t get that happy ending, after all.

Yet…your heart pleaded with the wind, with the earth, with the gods.

And someone answered.

A series of delicate, but strong, scarlet feathers snaked around your wrists and back. Hawks, no…Keigo, was carrying you alongside him. A knowing smirk enveloped his perfect features, and you surrendered to the newfound warmth in your chest. Not a single thought more was spared for that gun.

No…your mind was fully occupied.

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#bnha x reader #bnha #keigo takami #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia x reader

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giogio-gucci-gangstar · 4 years

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Bubble Bath: Joseph x Caesar

Cw: shenanigans, tomfoolery, bubbles, toy battleships, just boys being boys, bro’s being dudes

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“No no no JoJo! Are you even paying attention at all!” Caesar grimaced, trying not to laugh at JoJo’s ridiculous antics.

“Mmm I was trying to but then you just started droning on and on with all these names and places and events. Like huh?” Joseph whined, using his Harmon to play with the tagliatelle before him.

“Names and places and events are literally all history is. And how could Venetian history possibly be boring?! It is the epicenter of art and culture-“

“Mmmm the city seems a little spread out to be an epicenter,” at that Caesar groaned and started to massage his temples.

“But actually I do have a question,” Joseph stopped playing with his noodles for a moment to show his sincerity.

Caesar was hesitant to show too much excitement, a question from JoJo could range from ‘could I have a bite of that’ to ‘under what circumstances would you cook my body and eat it’. To be frank Caesar did not like either of those questions, but he had hope that this one could pertain to the lesson at hand. Albeit a small amount of hope.

“Alright... what is your question about?”

“Hamon” JoJo said mater of factly. He smoothly slid out of his chair and started to pace around the table, waving his fork around to the tempo of his thoughts.

“So. Hamon is conducted easily through water right?”

“Yes that’s fairly basic, but yes it’s-“

“No that’s all I needed from that. Next, you have soap over all your clothing so you can make bubbles with your Hamon correct?”

“Yes?” Caesar was beginning to feel like he was being interrogated and feared the result.

“And if I’m not wrong, soap and water create bubbles-“

“Yes Joseph what the hell are you on about!”

JoJo finally broke and slammed his hands down on the table in front of Caesar, “THEN ALL THE FACTS WOULD CONCLUDE THAT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WOULD MAKE THE PERFECT BUBBLE BATH!”

Caesar scoffed, arrogance oozing off of him, “JoJo, every bath I take is a bubble bath.”

JoJo’s jaw dropped so fast it nearly hit the table. “R-really?”

“Mmmhm. I’m quite surprised you haven’t tried it yourself. Or is it that you can’t do it on your own?” There it was, Caesar’s snide grin, so easily turning this into a competition.

“Uhhh don’t you think I’ve tried? What do you think all that water on the terrace was from?”

“My god! I thought it was just a freak storm!” Caesar was genuinely shocked that JoJo still had such little control of his Hamon. Maybe he could take this chance and be the bigger person. JoJo had conceded that he didn’t know how to do it... maybe this was his odd little way of asking for help.

“Do you want me to show you how to do it?” Caesar asked hesitantly. This was either going to be a teachable moment, which was what this whole afternoon was supposed to be, or it would end in disaster. As most moments with JoJo did.

“Yes!” JoJo nearly pounced on Caesar, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the bathroom.

———

“So try this” and Caesar leaning over JoJo, gently spreading his fingers gently across the surface of the water.

“Ha,” JoJo was a little flushed, “so, is this how you get all the girls?” he managed to stutter out.

Caesar totally missing his point scoffed, which was one of his most usual reactions to JoJo, “No they wouldn’t know how to use Hamon.”

JoJo tolled his eyes, “I meant with bubble baths helloooooo” gesturing to the tub below them.

“Oh, then no. These are just for myself.” He back up and dried his hands on the towel on the table.

“Show me how to make one.” JoJo insisted.

“We just made bubbles-“

“Noooo I want the whole bubble bath! You said you make the best ones. Or were you bluffing?” He taunted.

“Hrmph. I’m offended now. I’ll only show you if you ask nicely.”

“Pleeeeaaaaaase” JoJo nearly begged.

Caesar’s mouth quirked up in a grin, “Well, I guess I can show you how to.”

———

“Bubbles, and a shit ton of them! Some rose petals? Classy! AND candles, my god this is even more extravagant than Lisa Lisa’s!” JoJo’s excitement was palpable.

Joseph was elated looking at the beautiful warm tub awaiting him. He kicked off his boots and started unraveling his scarf. He was just about to slip off his shirt when Caesar interjected.

“JoJo what the hell are you doing?” He shielded his eyes away from the still stripping figure before him.

“What do you mean. It’s a bath, I’m not just gonna let it go to waste.”

“But you’re nearly naked! And you didn’t even give me a warning!”

“Oh... didn’t know you needed one. You’ve never needed one before...” Joseph teases easing himself into the bubbles.

“What the HELL is that supposed to mean?!.”

“Oh come on it’s not like you haven’t seen me in more compromising positions.”

“No JoJo I haven’t!”

“Oh. Well I’ve seen you at least and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“JOJO WHAT THE FUCK”

“You really think Lisa Lisa is the only one I spy on? Nah I’ve seen everyone in this house. I don’t discriminate, though Loggins is terrifyingly hairy so I try to avoid-“

“JOJO! You pervert!! You can’t just go around watching people take baths it’s-“

“Well that’s exactly what you’re doing right now.”

“NOT WILLINGLY”

“WELL IF YOU DIDNT WANT TO SEE IT YOU CAN LEAVE”

“I made the bath... I shouldn’t have to be the one to leave...” Caesar pouted, glaring at him

“Well then come on in, the tubs plenty big.” JoJo offered nonchalantly.

Caesar looked at him incredulously, “JoJo that’s indecent.”

“Mmm no I have something to solve that. Check third pocket on the right in my little backpack.”

Caesar skeptically opened that particular zipper compartment and pulled out two toy battle ships.

“Now second to the left” instructed JoJo peering out over the tub.

Caesar, a little scared to continue, slowly pulled out two miniature water guns.

“Jojo, do you just carry these around all the time?”

“Of course, never know when the perfect moment will arise. The second lesser known Joestar technique is to always be prepared.”

“I-is one of these for me?” Caesar carefully asked, still trying to avoid the naked sight of Joseph.

“Uh duh. But toss me one while you’re at it. Your bubbles may be nice, but no bath is complete without these bad boys.” As JoJo snagged the small water pistol out of the air.

While Caesar was mentally preparing himself to slide into the tub, JoJo covertly filled up the small fun under the bubbles.

When Caesar finally turned around to undress, JoJo used this moment to place a well aimed squirt right down the back of his pants.

“JOJO YOU ASSHOLE” Caesar screamed as he threw himself at JoJo in the tub, but that damn boy was too slippery! He slipped right out of Caesar’s hands, buck naked, and sprinted down the hall with Caesar on his heels.

#my writing #my nonsense #joseph x caesar #joseph joestar #caesar zeppeli #battle tendency #jjba

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mischiefandspirits · 4 years

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Doppelgänger (4/?)

Previously on Doppelgänger ~ Masterlist ~ Next time on Doppelgänger

Danny, Sam, and Tucker were just 14 when they took a look inside the portal Danny’s parents had built. From there, everything changed. They woke up with white hair, green skin, and powers they could learn to control. They were hybrids, halfas.

They were the hero Doppelgänger.

{Shades of Gray}

“Thanks, but I'll pass,” Valerie scoffed.

The trio’s ghost senses went off and Sam turned away from the popular girl. I got it. “Same.”

Danny opened his Space Fold while Tucker distracted Valerie, dropping the thermos into Sam’s waiting hand before she climbed onto her scooter to ride off.

“Are you sure you don’t want an-”

“I’m sure,” she scoffed, shoving Tucker away. “Get lost.”

Suddenly the ground began to shake and the ghost dog burst from the ground.

Danny gasped and ducked to the side as Valerie’s dresser was knocked over. His eyes flickered red as he used a bit of ghost strength to catch it before it could fall into the street.

“Wow, nice catch, loser.”

Danny quickly pushed the dresser upright and let go of his ghost power before Valerie came into view. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Thanks, I think.”

“No, thank you.” She looked over the dresser, sighing with relief. She turned to him with a critical eye. “You’re stronger than you look.”

Danny didn’t get a chance to answer before he was plowed over by a ghost puppy.

“Danny!”

As Danny groaned and rubbed his head, the puppy yapped and licked his cheek. He looked up to see it prancing on his chest with its little flame tail wagging. He turned to Tucker and Valerie, who were staring. “Uh, help?”

“Got it,” Sam said, appearing at his side to scoop up the dog by its collar.

The dog immediately started growling and Sam dropped it as it grew into its giant form. Danny scrambled away, but it kept its eyes on the ghost girl.

She flew back as it snapped at her, holding her hands up. “Easy there!”

It crouched down, hackles raised and Sam prepared her ecto blasts.

Without thinking, Danny opened his Space Fold and the dog disappeared inside.

Sam hesitated, glanced at Danny, then shook her fist. “And stay gone!”

“You!” Valerie growled. “Whatever you are, get out of here! You and you're stupid dog have done enough!”

Sam scowled back. “The dog’s not ours. We’re a cat person.”

Danny frowned. I object.

Overruled, Tucker and Sam both said.

“We?” Valerie asked.

Sam gestured to herself. “We.”

“You’re referring to yourself as we? What a weirdo.”

“And here we were about to apologize for what happened to the lab,” Sam snorted and turned invisible. “Nevermind. Have a nice life.”

“You little freak!”

Danny and Tucker shared a look as Danny got up. “Well, I gotta go. Uh, my parents. They’ll want to know about the, uh, ghost sighting.”

“Ghosts?” Valerie asked as he went to his scooter. “Oh my gosh! Those were ghosts?”

“Yeah, hence the whole flying and invisibility and stuff,” Danny said before riding off.

“Why does he need to tell his parents?”

“Oh, Danny’s parents are professional ghost hunters. Kind of,” Tucker said awkwardly. “Didn’t you know?”

“No.” She watched the paler boy turn the corner then turned to Tucker with a flirtatious smile. “Is that offer of help still good?”

“Y-yeah, absolutely!”

“Where’s Tucker?” Sam asked as she met Danny in human form.

He shrugged. Tuck?

I’ll catch up!

The two rolled their eyes.

“How long do you think he’s going to be hanging around her until he realizes she’s not interested?”

“Too long,” Sam said and the two sent off. “Now, why’d you send the dog to the fold? I could have taken it.”

Danny shrugged. “You were going to blast it. You can’t blast a dog.”

“It’s not a dog, it’s a ghost.” She looked over at him with narrowed eyes. “We can’t keep him, Danny.”

“I don’t want to keep him. He’s a menace. I just don’t want to see him blasted.”

“Is that why you didn’t send him to the ghost zone?”

“I did,” Danny huffed. “He just got back out.”

“And now he’s trashing the fold.”

Danny tilted his head. “I don’t think he is. It’s quiet inside.”

“Whatever. You better not have anything of mine in there.”

Danny bit his lip. Did he return that spider plushy he’d borrowed from Sam to use as a pillow last week? “Maybe I should check on him.”

He ignored her glare as he slipped into an alley. After being sure no one could see him, he poked his head into the fold. Thankfully it hadn’t found the plushie, though it was chewing on the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick in its puppy form.

The dog looked up at him and started wagging its tail, so he quickly pulled his head out. “He’s good.”

Sam shook her head. “You’re lucky Audrey II’s not in there anymore.”

“Oh yeah, how’re the Fenton Shears working?”

“Perfect. Strangely enough, she actually likes to be pruned.”

“Yap!”

The two turned to see the ghost dog’s head sticking out of empty air. It gave a dog-smile before its head was replaced by paws making digging motions. Slowly a hole in the air formed, revealing the Space Fold. The dog jumped through the hole and into Danny’s arms.

“Woah!”

“I guess we know how it’s getting out of the Ghost Zone now,” Sam said, looking between the hole and the dog.

“Bad Cujo, no digging,” Danny said, shifting the dog into one arm and waving a finger in its face.

“Don’t name it!” Sam snapped. Then flinched back when the dog started to growl at her.

“No, no, it’s okay. Sam’s a friend.” Danny scratched the dog under its chin and it relaxed.

“You’re getting attached.”

“Am not.” Danny grabbed the edge of the hole and pulled it closed. “I’m just trying to keep it from hulking out.”

Sam made a disbelieving sound and knelt so she could see the dog better without getting closer. “It’s got the Axion Labs logo on its collar.”

“What? Oh yeah, I saw that earlier. It must have slipped my mind after the rampage.”

She transformed and lifted off the ground. “That’s the first place he hit. Maybe there’s something there that could help us get rid of him. He could be an old guard dog. We’ll check it out. Keep him calm.”

“Why me?”

Sam stuck her hand towards him and the dog started growling.

“Alright, fair. But what do I do with him?”

“Train him? Play with him? Take him for a walk? Ghost dog or not, he's still a dog… We think. Good luck!”

Danny glared as she flew off, then looked down at the dog. “Guess it’s just you and me… Wanna take a walk through the ghost zone?”

Cujo gave a yap and wiggled in his arms excitedly.

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“I think I’m actually going to miss him. The look on Skulker’s face when he stole his leg was priceless.”

“What did I say about getting attached?”

Tucker rolled his eyes as he walked invisibly across the outside of a warehouse. “We still can’t believe this was all over a squeaky toy.”

“Just be glad I took care of it before something really bad happened,” Sam said.

An explosion just missed Tucker, who darted away with a yelp.

“TUCKER?”

He turned to see a woman in full-body red hazmat standing on a hoverboard holding a grenade launcher. He took off, but she followed. “We might need some help. There’s a girl here with a really big gun and she’s not setting off our ghost sense.”

“I’m not far. I’ll be there in a second,” Danny said and hung up.

“A human hunter? And it’s not Danny’s mom?” Sam asked.

“Nope. And she can see us while we’re invisible.”

A blast flew past him.

“Her aim isn’t good though. Can’t be our mom then, her aim is scary,” Danny and Tucker said as Danny came near.

Tucker turned a corner and Danny was there, raising a shield as the hunter threw a handful of throwing stars. Only a few made it to them, and even then they bounced off the shield.

“What? There’s two of you?” the hunter said, pulling to a stop.

“Duplication,” they said, shrugging.

“Wait? Is that Valerie?” Sam asked.

“Valerie?” they said, surprised.

The hunter flinched back. “How did y- It doesn’t matter. I’m ending you.”

The two shared a look, then Tucker held out his hand toward the hoverboard.

Nothing happened.

“Ugh, technokinesis proof,” they groaned.

She fired the grenade launcher at them and the shield shattered.

The two groaned as they pulled themselves out of their shared crater. “We can’t fight her, we’ll hurt her. She doesn’t seem to care about hurting us. Don’t we have a crush on her? Not anymore. We hate technokinesis proof tech. Well, at least some good came out of this. Now go.”

Tucker glared, but dove into the ground while Danny flew past the girl.

She took the bait and chased after the faster of the halfas, letting Tucker slip away.

As soon as his partner was safe, Danny waved at Valerie then began flying through buildings until the hunter, unable to go intangible, lost him.

{Fanning the Flames}

“I think we’re the only ones in the whole school who aren’t obsessed with Ember,” Tucker said as they passed yet another of their classmates wearing the rocker’s swag.

“I don’t get it!” Danny said with a frown. “She comes outta nowhere and suddenly she’s the biggest thing since iPhones! It’s so -”

“Infuriating how mindless pre-packaged corporate bubble gum is preventing true musical artists from being heard?” Sam interrupted.

“I was gonna say weird, but, uh, okay.”

“I’m with Sam. She’s okay, but there are way better groups out there who don’t get anywhere near enough spotlight.”

“We’re not listening to your Swedish pop-techno music,” Sam said. “I’d rather listen to -”

The trio stopped as they came to a school hallway that had been vandalized with posters, stickers, and banners for Ember McLain.

“Ember.”

Paulina came up to them wearing an Ember shirt with matching pants. She looked at Sam and scoffed. “Nice earrings. Sale at the 89 cent store?”

Sam’s hand came up to the Fenton Phones she was wearing. Danny’s parents had invented them to filter out spectral noise, but they also worked as wireless headphones and long-range communicators. The trio had taken to using them during lone patrols and ghost fights that separated them enough that their link couldn’t reach. While the boys only really wore them then, Sam wore them often since she thought they made great techno-goth earrings.

She dropped her hand and gave the popular girl an annoyed look as she stepped closer to Danny. “For your information, Paulina. They’re a gift. Danny gave them to me.”

“Really? He gave you earrings?” Paulina pointed between the two with a smirk. “I always knew you two losers would end up together.”

“We’re not losers!” Sam shouted and Danny added, “We’re not together.”

“Well now I feel left out,” Tucker joked as Paulina swaggered off.

“Shut up, Tucker,” the two snapped.

“Hey, check it out! The lovebirds are ganging up on Foley!” Dash snickered to Kwan.

“They can deny it all they want, but I saw Fenton kissing her when they snuck out at lunch yesterday,” Kwan snickered back.

Danny blushed and Sam jumped for the jocks while Tucker tried to hold her back. “It’s called QPR, you neanderthals! Welcome to the twenty-first century! A guy can kiss a girl on the cheek without it being romantic or se-”

“And we’re done here!” Danny squeaked and grabbed Sam to unsuccessfully help Tucker drag her away.

“Calm down, Sam. It’s not like any of us go around talking about our relationship,” Tucker said. “Of course everyone’s going to think you’re dating if they see you two kissing.”

“People shouldn’t assume things like that just because Danny likes to kiss us or the three of us hug!”

“It’s high school. Assumptions and gossip are the lifeblood of this place,” Danny said. “No need to kill Dash over it. Now stow the soapbox and let’s get to class before we’re late.”

Sam gave the two jocks one last death glare, but let her partners lead her off.

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“This is insane,” Danny said as he, Sam, and Tucker stood in the school’s front doors, staring out at the crowd that had gathered around the truck Ember McClain had arrived on for an impromptu performance. “It looks like the entire school’s out here.”

He walked out and his breath misted in front of him. He glanced over to see his partners’ ghost senses going off as well. “Uh-oh.”

The trio looked around, but their eyes quickly locked onto Mr. Lancer, who was standing atop a fire hydrant with a megaphone to yell at the rocker.

“Attention, freakishly dressed teen idol! I order you to cease and desist!”

“Desist this, grandpa!” Ember yelled, fiddling with her guitar. She strummed it and a purple energy wave washed over the crowd.

The crowd turned to Lancer, eyes glowing red.

“Pride and Prejudice!”

“Ember’s the ghost? Oh my gosh!” Danny gasped.

“Another blow against mainstream media,” Sam said and the three transformed.

They took off, Danny saving Lancer from the horde and Sam and Tucker shooting towards the rocker.

It was rather easy to get her and her band into a thermos, especially when one of them could shut down her guitar and speakers with a wave of his hand and the other could wrap her in plants when she tried to teleport away.

{Teacher of the Year}

“Why were we up so late last night? We were playing Doomed. We were trying to beat… WE’RE CHAOS! HOW COULD WE HIDE THAT FROM US?”

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Tucker’s eyes widened as he realized the noob he’d been helping play Doomed was Technus. “Oh, man, I could have been using my powers to cheat! Why didn’t I think of that?” He grabbed his phone and called Sam. “Sam! Did you realize I could be the ultimate cheat code?”

“Obviously. I’m surprised it took you this long to figure it out. What happened? Did you get pwned again? Wasn’t me this time.”

“No, Technus showed up in Doomed.”

“What? Where are you? I’ll meet you there!”

“Level three. Should we call Danny?”

“No, just let him study. Between my grab bag of secret power-ups and your ultimate cheat code, we’ll be fine. He needs to make up that test if we don’t want his parents to come sniffing around.”

“I still don’t get it,” Tucker said as he waited for Sam to reach his character. “Danny’s had straight A’s for years. Why would his parents be mad about one F? It’ll only take him down to a C at worst. My parents are just glad that I’m not failing.”

“The curse of being a family of geniuses I guess. All I know is that if I have to hear him complain about his grades almost falling to a B one more time, I'm decking him.”

#danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #valerie gray #danny fenton #Doppelgänger au

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justcallmenikki7 · 5 years

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BTS Reaction To: You Standing Up For Yourself (Mafia!Au) (Hoseok and Maknae! Line)

Summary: you don’t put up with shit from people who disrespect you.

Warnings: language, harassing, rude men who degrades women, discriminatory comments, women being bitches, self esteem, women degrading women, women picking at readers weight and looks, age and maturity talk (?).

Notes: two posts in one night? hell yes. also, a big thank you to @charliesfairy for helping me and giving me ideas!! i love you<3

Request: Anon said- bts mafia reaction to their s/o having a strong personality and knowing how to protect themselves.

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Hoseok:

Being the fiancé of a mafia leader is hard because of the constant pressure of making sure that you are not in any danger, some of the criticism from peers, and the constant worry from your fiancé himself. Plus, it is hard trying to live a normal life when your fiancé will not really let you live one due to him having enemies that try to take him out and possibly hurt you to get to him. But, after some reassuring and persuasion from your side, you finally got him to agree on letting you have a job where you can have a somewhat normal life – plus you can feel better that you are not solely depending on your boyfriend for everything. You hate depending on people and like the feeling that you are independent.

Even though you have a job, you are still put under protection by having a guard that watches you from a distance to make sure you are safe. This was an argument between both you and your boyfriend, which was not a pretty sight. But hearing his side of the story, which is him having a peace of mind that you are safe and are protected while he is at work made you be able to live with having someone watch you 24/7.

Anyways, you love your job. You love the people, the atmosphere, meeting new people, making new friends/acquaintances has been something you have thoroughly love. Hoseok can see this too by your change in mood. Of course, there are those rude customers. Usually you are able to be calm while you dealt with the rude customers, but the ones today are not that easy.

When you first walked up to the table filled with young men, you had a gut feeling that it was not going to end well. At first, they were semi pleasant, but as time went on, they became ignorant and crude towards you. One male, in particular, stuck out like a sore thumb. You did your best on trying to ignore them and being as polite as possible, that was, until, the ignorant male made a comment when you were walking away with their order”

“Hey baby,” the male said as his eyes trailed down from your back to your butt, eyes staying glued to it for a few seconds before looking back up at you, “when you bring that sweet thing back over here, make sure to bring a soda with it.” he winked at you, making you feel disgusted and angry.

Finally having enough, you slammed your notepad on the ground before you stormed over to the table. In your angry state, you did not see your fiancé come into the restaurant with your on guard body guard in tow. The look of surprise and enjoyment on the group of men made you even angrier, they like that you are angry.

“I am sick and tired of how you all have been treating me. You all are nothing but ignorant pigs, finding enjoyment by disrespecting women and harassing them with crude words. I am now going to ask you to leave the restaurant and to never comeback unless you comeback with some manners.” You tried to stay as calm as possible along with not using any curse words.

“You cannot kick us out, we are your customers. You serve us.” one commented, a smirk on his face.

“Yes, she can, and you better leave before things get a lot uglier. And you better apologize to my fiancé before you become nothing.” A familiar voice spoke up from behind you, bringing you a sense of comfort and safety. The pure look of terror crossed every man sitting at that table, bringing you satisfaction that they realized who they have been harassing the whole entire time. “And if I find out that you have been harassing anyone else like you have been to my fiancé, then I will make sure no one ever sees any of you again.”

Nodding their heads, they all apologized to you before quickly leaving your restaurant. Turning around, you came face to face with the love of your life. “Thank you for stepping in, but I had it all under control.” you thanked, kissing Hoseok on the cheek.

“I know you did, but I could not stand how they were treating you so I wanted to say something. Plus, you being really angry turned me on.” he winked, giving you a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes, smacking his shoulder lightly. “But seriously, I am proud of you, baby girl.”

Smiling, you brought Hoseok into a hug, mumbling a ‘I love you’ into his chest, to which he replied “i love you too, Y/N. I will always protect you no matter what.”

Jimin:

Everyone looked down at you in the mafia and real world since you were dating Park Jimin. Park Jimin was the definition of cold, heartless, and strict – someone who was straight to business and made sure there were no mistakes. You were the definition of kind, loving, and someone who wore their heart on their sleeve and gave them your full trust right then and there. That was something everyone took advantage of. Even though you were someone who could defend themselves, you never did because of your view that everyone was human and made mistakes.

That is why you were now criticizing yourself to the max.

You wanted to help your fiancé out and wanted to prove that you were worthy enough of being his fiancé. Deciding to do a drug deal alone without any help was the biggest mistake in your life – probably to the point where Jimin will never trust you and possibly break up with you.

You could feel the tears form in your eyes by the mocking laughter of the dealers. Every laugh and every chuckle that they continued to light the fuse to the anger you were feeling.

“It is funny how she thought that she could do a man's job. I am sorry, baby, but this field is only for men, not weak women, like you.” the leader called out.

And that is what made you go off. Screaming out in anger like a mad woman, you took out your pistol and shot at the man's leg, earning a cry of pain from him. His cry brought you a sick and twisted satisfaction.

“Who's the weak on now, huh?” you question, aiming your gun at his two back up men. “i have had it with everyone criticizing me for being the fiancé of Park Jimin. Just because I have the opposite personality as him does not make me any less of him. Whipty do, I have a vagina and boobs, that makes me a girl – but that does not define my damn strength and worth as a person. And just because I was not born into this line of business does not mean I am going to hold him back from his job. So, you all need to shut the fuck up and give me some respect because I will not fucking hesitate to kill you all.”

“That’s my girl.” You heard an all familiar deep voice praise from behind you, causing you to freeze in worry and relax at the thought of your fiancé being here. “Now, why are you boys trying to take advantage of my girl and degrading her?” The men were stumbling over their words, causing Jimin to sigh in annoyance. Snapping his fingers, you saw Taehyung, Jin, and Yoongi stalk over to them and drag them off to the black vans. “Boys, make sure they are nice and ready for my girl when we get to the cells. I know my girl needs to release some anger and they are the right toys.” Jimin chuckled darkly, bringing you into his chest.

“How did you find me?” Was the first thing that you asked Jimin.

“I have my ways, but that is beside the point. I am proud of you baby for defending yourself. Now, before you ask, no, I am not mad at you. I am proud of you for being the strong and beautiful woman that you are and for wanting to prove to people that you are, even though you do not need to. You do not need to prove anything to anyone.” Jimin explained, kissing your head. You know that Jimin struggles with his words, but that is okay because you know that he loves you and you love him.

Taehyung:

Being with someone who is a Greek god is hard because you are automatically compared to them. Every day you always wonder how the Kim Taehyung – a beautiful human being, sculpted by the gods themselves, who is also a mafia leader – wanted to be with you and asked you to marry him. You have never looked at yourself in a positive light because of how ‘bland’ you see yourself as. Yes, you can admit that you do think you are pretty, but not pretty enough.

By being with Taehyung, you have had a lot of criticism from it due to the looks. The main group of those people who do criticize you are girls from outside of his gang and inside his gang. They always say you are not worthy enough in looks to be with Kim Taehyung because you are not even close to his looks. Of course, you do your best in ignoring them by reassuring yourself that you are a lot nicer than them, intelligent, and human than they are. Which is true, you treat people with respect, you are a very smart person and are good at strategizing with Kim Namjoon when it comes to ambushing a warehouse, and are more human because you do not go and tear someone down because they do not fit in the category of ‘worthy’ in something.

Even though you do your best in ignoring them, you still have your breaking point.

Tonight, is ball night, which means you have to wear a dress (which is something you despise wearing). When you walked out of your shared bedroom, Taehyungs jaw dropped. The look in his eyes and the words he whispered in your ear about what he planned on doing to you later when you both got home had you feeling sexy and confident in yourself. The whole night Taehyung kept you beside him – his arms wrapped possessively around your waist, a dark look in his eyes towards men who stared for too long, and his body pressed against yours told you that Taehyung was feeling extremely possessive of you.

His actions have helped you not worry about the envious looks from every girl in the room.

“Kitten, I have to speak with two men, it will only take me a few minutes and I will be back, okay?” Your fiancé explained to you, giving you his boxy smile that was only reserved for you.

“Okay, don’t leave me here all by myself for too long.” You teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He laughed, kissing your forehead before leaving.

“Who, I cannot believe you decided to show up looking like that.” A voice spoke from behind you, followed by mocking laughs.

Turning around, you came face to face with the group of girls who make your life a miserable hell. “What is your problem with me? What did I ever do to you?” was the first thing you asked.

Scoffing, the girl replied, “I have a problem with the face that my leader has a cow as a fiancé. Taehyung is too good for you. He deserves a beautiful woman who is skinny, smart, and strong as his fiancé. Not someone who looks like a cow, thinks that she is smart, and believes that she is strong. You are nothing but a loser that is not good enough to be in this line of business, that is why I have a problem with you.”

Trying to not let her words get to you, you stood up straight and walked closer to her with your head held him. “You know what you lack in? Kindness. You see, you are nothing but a sad, insecure, scared woman who thinks that everyone is below you. You may be told that you are beautiful because you have the ‘perfect body’ or the ‘perfect hair’ always wearing the most expensive clothes, jewelry, and makeup. But you are not beautiful, you are ugly by how you treat people and degrade them. You are ugly by calling people names, picking fun at their looks, and rating them on how much money they have, you are just plain ugly.” you growled out, not breaking eye contact from her.

You knew that you pissed her off and you knew she was about to hit you from the way her fists clenched and how stiff she got. As she was going to punch you, you grabbed her fist, twisting it behind her back which caused her to yell out in pain, and you kicked her behind her knees, making her fall down.

“What the fuck is going on here?” your boyfriend yelled out, coming to stand beside you.

“i love you babe, but you need to teach some of your members respect and kindness – some of them lack in it.” your grip on the girl’s wrist tightened, making her yell out in pain. “I will be in the car.” you said before letting go of the girl’s wrist and walking off.

Jungkook:

You have always believed that maturity comes from experience – not age. Yes, age does play in with it, but going through life events and growing through them is what you believe defines a person's maturity level.

So why do you get bashed on for being in a relationship with a 23-year-old mafia leader? That is something that you ask yourself almost every day when someone is shocked on how old you are. Yes, 19 is still young, but that does not mean anything. But it obviously does when you are dating a 23-year-old. Ever since you started dating Jungkook you have been criticized by your age and lack of maturity. People in the mafia world believe that you are too ‘immature’ to be handling weapons, going to meetings, being with the one and only Jeon Jungkook. This has caused a lot of fights in your relationship because of how much stress it puts on you both. You know that Jungkook has been targeted as a weakling now because of it, making you feel guilty and contemplating on leaving him no matter how much you love him.

That morning, you both woke up in each other's arms, naked bodies pressed together as if the both of you were one whole. The argument from the night before was still on both of your minds, but the makeup was what made you stronger. That is something that you love about both yours and Jungkook's relationship is the communication that you both share with one another. You both do not go and runaway, you both talk (mainly yell) it out, explaining how you both feel, and once everything that you both had been holding in is out, and you go from there.

“Do you still want to come? It is okay if you don’t, I wouldn’t blame you since nothing exciting happens.” Jungkook asked you, kissing your shoulder blade.

“I still want to come to the meeting. I like learning what you do and what goes on behind the scenes of being a mafia boss.” you answered, looking up at your boyfriend.

“behind the scenes?” Jungkook teased, pressing kisses to your face as you laughed.

Once you both stopped laughing and decided to get up and get ready, you both hopped into the shower. After the both of yours shower, you got dressed in appropriate clothing for the meeting and left. The drive to the meeting was quiet besides the music that was playing from the radio. When the familiar building came into view, you suddenly became tense. You have a feeling that this meeting was not going to end well, making you extremely nervous on what's to come.

When you and Jungkook walked into the elevator, he brought you into a hug which made you relax, “you know what babe, fuck everyone. Just because you are four years younger than me does not mean shit. If I did not thing you were right for me then I would not have asked you out. I asked you to be my girlfriend because of what I saw in here” he pointed towards your heart. “and I fell in love with the girl who spilt coffee on me. I fell in love with the girl who makes my heart pound faster each time I look at her. I fell in love with the girl who makes me smile, happy, crazy, and makes me a better person each day. I don’t give a fuck on what those people think because they are not the ones in this relationship, it is only us. And if they have a problem with it, then they can simply fuck off, or, if you allow me to, blow their heads off.”

His speech brought tears to your eyes and speechless. Before you could reply the elevator dinged, signaling that you made it to the floor where the meeting was to be held. You and Jungkook walked out of the elevator hand in hand and to the room where the meeting was, as you walked in, a person had the guts to say something.

“I’m sorry, ma’am but this meeting is for adults and not little girls,” he apologized mockingly.

“Neither should little boys, but look at who showed up.” You sighed as you walked to the chair that was beside Jungkooks.

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my-one-true-l · 4 years

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the wammy boys(besides beyond) turning evil for tragic reasons? I'd love you to try writing microfics of this! ^^

Hello Dear Anon! I am so sorry these took so long! I Hope you enjoy! 🖤

CW: guns, drugs, violence, murder, betrayal…it’s all in there.

L looked out the window at the snowflakes drifting heavily to the ground, coating everything in white. He kept the lights off to assure no glare would interrupt the only calm he was able to find.

The manilla envelope lay on the desk, mocking him with its contents sprawled across the cold, hard surface.

The words “Insufficient evidence” and “unreliable witnesses” stared up at him, as well as “suspects released” and “no arrests made”. But there were two words, ten simple letters that taunted him the most. “Case closed”.

The photos of the crime scene were like a dream he couldn’t quite remember, familiar yet distorted. They brought him right back to the day he convinced himself never happened, that it was nothing more than a memory of a child’s overactive imagination.

The once comforting click of dress shoes alerted him to Watari’s presence.

“L, why are you sitting in the dark?” Watari’s smile faded as his eyes landed on the envelope. “Where did that come from?”

“It doesn’t matter how I obtained it.” His voice, angry and hollow. “This entire time you knew who they were and you kept it from me.” His tones, biting and accusatorial towards the man he had grown to love like a father.

“You were just so young and when you were old enough…I didn’t want you to ever have to think about it again.” The older man stumbled over the words as they left his mouth.

L scowled at him. “It was all a lie. I trusted you. I trusted you and you betrayed me.”

“I didn’t betray you, my boy. I couldn’t tell you.”

“No, Watari. You chose not to tell me.” Turning his back to his once trusted guardian, L headed towards the door.

“Where are you going? L, please. I will tell you anything you want to know. Just stop. Please.”

L slowly turned to face him.“So now you decide I deserve the truth? This wasn’t a traditional lie adults tell children to manipulate their actions, Watari. You knew who killed my parents. You knew and didn’t tell me. All this time…I could have found a way…”

“You can find a way to catch them now. I will help you. Every resource I have will be at your disposal.” Watari pleaded.

“My resources are already at my disposal. I’ve already located them and rectified the situation. They will never see the sun rise again.” The shadows under his eyes became a physical manifestation for the darkness that had attached itself to him.

“L, just promise me you will come back once you’ve made peace with this.”

“Heh, You will never see me again, Watari. I’ve already erased myself from the system. Attach yourself to one of my ‘successors’. I can’t trust my identity to you anymore. L is dead, as is Coil and Deneuve.”

“But you are L.”

“No, I am Justice.”

Near

“Nathan River released from prison on a technicality.”

Near raises the remote and aims it at the screen. With a simple push of a button, he eliminates the image. He doesn’t need to rewind it. He doesn’t need to ever see it again. Every bit of it was burned into his mind.

The coverage was all over the news, although all he needed was a tip from Gevanni that it had happened.

Near, a living apparition in grey and white tones, was now painted in black.

“Rester?” Near summoned his handler. “Initiate the procedures I had you put into place in the event this day ever came.” His words, calm and focused as always, were now laden with a cold-bloodedness that neither man had ever witnessed before.

“Near…are you sure?” Gevanni cautiously questioned him.

“Yes.”

Rester left and returned momentarily with a small treasure chest. It looked like nothing more than a child’s toy, a prop used when playing pirate.

But it was much more than that.

Rester hands it to Near.

“The key please.” Without looking up from the locked box, Near holds up a hand and waits expectantly for his request to be fulfilled.

It was Gevanni’s turn to leave and return with the required object, dropping it into the young man’s hand.

Without hesitation, he unlocks the chest and removes a small piece of paper and a pen. It all looked so harmless unless you knew what it was.

“Near, are you absolutely certain? You cannot undo it once you write his name.”

“Yes, I’m certain.” Near scratches his father’s name onto the small and unassuming piece of paper. “Just like he couldn’t undo killing my mother.”

Mello

“How did you get in here?” Roger Ruvie demanded into the atmosphere of his office.

Mello turned in Roger’s desk chair to face the old man. In his hand he gripped a file marked “Mihael Keehl”, a name that felt like it belonged to someone else, someone that never existed.

“You bastard!” Mello exploded at him as he slammed the file down on Roger’s desk.

“Mello, the records at Wammy’s House are not for-“

“I don’t give a shit who or what they’re for. Did you do it just to keep me here? For me to be competition for Near?”

“What are you going on about?”

“My parents are alive, you fuck. Alive.” Mello pounded both fists angrily on top of his file. “And it says here that they wanted me back, but you wouldn’t release me to them.”

“Mello, you have to understand, when a child is surrendered to Wammy’s, they are legally our responsibility until they’re 18.”

“Don’t give me this shit. You let me leave at 14! Why? Why didn’t you let me go back home?”

“Because they were unfit. Always in trouble. The entire reason you ended up here was because they were put in jail. You were rebellious enough without their influence. I thought I was protecting you.”

“Were you also protecting me from the money that you were getting from the “pretend” cases you had me and Near working on?”

“That money is used for the orphanage.”He was quick with his explanations and it was push Mello to his limits.

“Well, Roger, while you were busy running an orphanage and concerning yourself with my well-being, I could have been with my family instead of ending up like this.” Mello dragged a leather-gloved hand down his scar. “and now to make up for it, you’re going to tell me where they are.”

“I can’t do that. You willingly left Wammy’s. We are under no obligation to disclose anything to you.”

“Ok, have it your way.”

Mello got up and headed towards the door, but to Roger’s surprise, he shut and locked the them inside the room. Mello slowly stalked towards him.

“What are you doing?” Roger backed away from Mello until he was against the office wall.

Mello reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his 9mm and wrapped a finger around the trigger. “The information.”

“It-it’s over in th-that cabinet,” Roger stammered, suddenly terrified of the young man as he should have been all along.

Mello shot the lock off the cabinet causing Roger to flinch at the clang of metal on metal. Within minutes, he had the file he need.

“Thank you Roger, now let me repay your kindness.”

With an unwavering conviction, Mello aimed at Roger and pulled the trigger.

Matt

“Stupid fuck.” It was an understatement of gigantic proportions, but Matt had no other words for him. He crushed the cigarette butt into the dashboard as he stared out the window at the rundown apartment building. It looked like where he imagined he would have grown up if he had not ended up at Wammy’s.

He had been staking the place out for hours now, but never getting a glimpse of his target. Matt knew he wasn’t giving him a second thought, just like he didn’t when he was small. After all, he wasn’t Matt’s father. Why would he have ever given a shit about what would have happened to him? He was just an annoyance to be ignored.

Matt understood this. He could even forgive this to some extent. He learned a long time ago nothing was owed to anyone and there was no such thing as a guarantee.

But what he couldn’t forgive is that this bastard watched as his mother overdosed, too concerned with himself to get the help she needed. He wasn’t just high. He supplied her with all the heroine she could ever want as long as she let him hide his product in her crappy little apartment and lie for him if the cops ever came around.

None of it mattered. When they found her, needle still hanging from the flesh just below the bend of her arm, they searched from top to bottom and found everything he was hiding there, the only thing in that apartment he ever cared about. He was charged with possession of a narcotic with intent to distribute and involuntary manslaughter.

He had let her die for nothing. The value the jury put on her life? A mere 14 years without parole.

Now Matt was less than 50 yards from him.

He didn’t care that he served his time. He didn’t care that he had paid for her death. There was no price that was high enough.

Except for one.

Matt reached into the glove box and pulled out the Glock 19 he had hidden there. He checked the clip one last time before stepping into the streets. With a determination never before known to him, he approached the apartment. Wrapping his knuckles hard against the door, he raised the gun to chest level as he heard the doorknob turn…

#Death Note #L Lawliet #Nate River #Mihael Keehl #Mail Jeevas #L #Near #Mello #Matt #DN #Ask #Answered #Anonymous #death note headcanons

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captainmeowvelwrites · 4 years

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You Times Two (Ch.8)

Pairing: Marinette/Ladybug | Adrien/Chat Noir Words: 3043 Summary: Ladybug knew this was necessary. She was the Guardian. He had the Cat Miraculous. But when his suit evaporated in a glow of pale green, she sure hadn’t expected him to have something far more precious: her heart. Cross-posted: AO3 and FFN

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | ...

Recap: Previously, on You Times Two… Clumsy Girl fell hard for the sidewalk, sent macarons flying, and was starkly reminded of her feelings for Sonata the Hedgehog. Meanwhile, Jealadrien made his saucy debut, but blamed his funky stomach feels on his breakfast, and as he, Salami and Marimoo arrived at Alya’s front door, he unwittingly saddened our fav gal by mentioning his imminent date. Will envy run amuck during their gaming afternoon? And will Buginette get her feelings back on track? Read forth, my furiends, and find out!

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Chapter Eight

Marinette stared down the scuffed floor of the stair landing, if only to hide the sting in her eyes and what it truly meant. She blinked – once, twice, thrice – and clung to the carton of macarons, so hard the cardboard let out a faint crack beneath her fingertips. She was waiting outside Alya’s apartment: the third wheel to a bicycle, soon to be the fifth to a quad bike. Not that she was mad. Well, not at Adrien.

She’d suggested a candlelit dinner. She’d told him to ask Kagami out properly. She’d planted the seeds in his mind. And God, if the night of Glaciator was anything to go by, she’d bet her earrings he’d planned the most swoon-worthy of dinners. Had he decided Kagami made him happier than Ladybug? Did he plan to make their relationship official? To make her his girlfriend?

Adrien’s polished shoes shifted from the corner of her eye. “Marinette?” The concern that coated his voice had her lifting her head. “Are—”

The apartment door squeaked open, and the familiar herbal scent of Marlena’s houseplants flooded the stairwell.

“Why hello, boy and girls!” Alya’s eyes zipped across the three of them. “Weiiird. It feels like we talked just seconds ago!”

Adrien’s eyes snapped ahead, model smile at the ready. “Hey, Al,” he said, readjusting the pizza boxes. “You took the words right out of my mouth!”

Kagami offered a little half-bow. “Thank you for welcoming me into your home.”

“S’all good, Kagami!” Alya's attention turned to Marinette, and her grin wavered.

"Uh - Hi, Al!" Marinette pasted on a smile. "I'm here on time for once!" Had her hands been free, she’d have whipped out some jazz hands for extra oomph.

Alya shook her head. “Dang, girl! You sick or something?” She stepped aside with a lively, “Come on in, squad. Shoes can stay on.” She eyeballed Adrien. “Being exposed to your shoeless feet once was enough for me.”

His ears reddened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The image of Plagg’s gooey Camembert squelching around in his shoes hit Marinette and suddenly, her smile came more freely. They had another joint patrol tonight. She’d have to ask him where he stowed it all.

They’d just crowded in the entry hallway when Nino bounded on up, his sneakers pounding on the parquet floor. “Hey, ma dude!” He threw an arm around Adrien, nearly bowling him over. “Thanks for keeping the pizzas away from Marinette.”

“Marinette was bluffing,” Kagami interjected, her lips splitting into an awkward grin. The corner of Marinette’s own mouth rose in recognition. “She led us up the stairs right after making her threat. She never intended to eat the pizzas without you.”

Two seconds ticked by as Nino and Alya bore witness to Kagami’s pearly whites. “Err,” Nino drawled, first to shatter the silence. “Riiight.” He pulled his trademark finger guns.

“Yo, Kagami!” Alya planted a hand on her hip. “Ready for the grand tour? Adrien, you might as well tag along.”

Marinette didn’t miss the scheming glint in Alya’s eyes as they swept from Kagami to Adrien, then her to Nino. “In the meantime, babe, can you give M a hand with fixing things up?”

Nino readjusted his cap. “You got it, Al.” He reached for the pizza boxes in Adrien’s arms. “I’ll take those off your hands, bro.”

The instant he did, Kagami took Adrien’s hand in hers.

“Alrighty, ladies and gents!” Alya nodded toward a lone door on her left. “Right there is the bathroom, where yours truly fabulizes herself every morning.” After a sassy flick of her fiery hair, she gestured to the pale wall on their right, which stretched to the far end of the apartment, its surface busied by tribal masks and animal paintings. “All those doors lead to the bedrooms, which brings me to the most important part of our tour.” The volume of her voice faded as she led the hand-in-hand couple past the kitchen, the dining room, the lounge – all open-plan – and through the furthest door. “Here is your royal highness’ room!” She shut the door behind them.

“So,” Nino drawled.

Only then did Marinette realise she’d watched Adrien every step of the way.

Or rather, his hand.

In Kagami’s.

She ripped her eyes from Alya’s bedroom door and threw Nino her most inconspicuous smile, hoping it was enough.

“Do you – uh – like triple cheese?” He jerked the pizza boxes a little higher in his arms. “Could I interest you in a slice? Or two. Maybe three. As many as you need.”

“Triple cheese sounds great.”

With a nod, Nino led her down the short corridor, around the corner and into the kitchen. Red overran her vision, a result of the dated cabinets that lined the wall to their left. He laid the three pizza boxes across the island bench, her carton of macarons soon joining them.

Flipping back the lids, the aroma of melted mozzarella and spicy pepperoni warmed the air. In a matter of moments, napkins layered the polished bench before them, and pizza sagged between their fingers. One bite of pizza and her troubles seemed just a little smaller. Two and they were melting like mozzarella in one of those nifty clay ovens.

A self-assured voice travelled through Alya’s door.

“—our first date – couple—”

Was Kagami talking about tonight?

“—no doubt – perfect—”

Marinette squinted, like that’d help her hear bett—

Splat.

A glob of mozzarella slid off her steaming slice and onto the bench.

“Hey…” Nino’s voice was oddly gentle, much like his eyes when she met them. “I’m sorry about my dude. He’s pretty clueless sometimes.”

“What? No, I just—” Her sight sunk to the bench, zeroing in on the glob of mozzarella. She plucked it up, dumped it on her napkin, and sighed. “Sorry. I’m trying to get over him.”

Nino offered her a smile of solidarity. “It’ll be okay, M.” He propped his arms upon the bench, eyes sinking to his pizza. “I figured he’d tell me if they were official, you know?”

“Um – They’re not official?”

“They’re not?”

Wait.

Did Nino not even know?

“Well, uhh…” She toyed with the edge of her napkin. “Adrien told me he didn’t think they were official yet, despite what people have been saying. But they are going out on a date tonight, so...” Any words thereafter only clung to her tongue, refusing to be given voice.

“Really?” His brows squished together. “When’d he say that? How’d this even come up?”

“Well, I left my backpack at school yesterday, so he dropped it off. I took the chance to congratulate him and – uh – that’s when he asked for my advice.”

“Man,” he murmured, cupping his chin, “maybe I should talk to him. See where his head’s at.”

Marinette tensed. “Ju-Just – If you do, please don’t tell him I said anything. I – I thought you knew. And besides”—the volume of her voice dropped in time with her eyes—“Kagami’s right. I hesitated. I had my chance – heck, I’ve had hundreds of chances – but at the end of the day, I just can’t seem to bring myself to tell him how I feel.”

Nino shifted closer on his barstool and set a hand on her shoulder. “Well, Marinette, sometimes the slowest turtles are the ones that win the race.”

Images of a green-clad superhero played in her mind’s eye. She couldn’t help but giggle. He’d made a great Carapace. Goodness, even now, without the Turtle Miraculous, he was still looking out for Ladybug.

And now that she thought about it, maybe there was a truth to Nino’s words that even he was unaware of. The bond between Ladybug and Chat Noir was second to none, built from a year of blind trust and friendship. If Chat Blanc was anything to go by, a sudden confession from her could end the world. Perhaps things were better this way.

Bunnyx sure seemed to think so. She knew Marinette was Ladybug. It wasn’t a stretch to assume she knew Chat Noir’s identity too. Even Hawk Moth’s. When Timetagger terrorised Paris, Bunnyx had hopped in and suggested through flailing hand motions that love between her and Chat Noir would be messy. Was that because of timing? Or were they just not meant to be?

“Well,” Nino tore her from her thoughts, “the slowest turtle usually wins the race… but not in Mario Kart!” He grinned, prodding a thumb over his shoulder, toward the living room. “Ready to eat my dust?”

There was a glint in her eye. “May the fastest turtle win.”

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Their pizzas downed, Marinette and Nino made their way onto the immense L-shaped sofa. Thumbs soon flicked joysticks. Fingers scurried across tiny buttons. An upbeat soundtrack bounced through the TV speakers. On a particularly tight corner, Marinette’s character drifted by Nino’s in a flash of yellow and pink.

He growled, gripping the controller tighter. “How are you so good at gaming?!”

She threw her nose in the air, a twinkle in her eye. “Practice.”

Seconds later, a turtle shell crashed into her character, lurching Princess Peach into the air. She didn’t lose first place, but that didn’t stop her from pouting. “How do you keep hitting me?! You can’t even aim the green ones!”

Grinning, he pinched the brim of his cap. “Practice.”

To the left of the TV, Alya’s bedroom door eased open, and the queen herself peeked through the crack. Seeming satisfied by the sight of them gaming up a storm, she swung her door the rest of the way and sashayed into the living room, Adrien and Kagami in tow. The latter stopped to study the screen. “Who’s winning?”

Adrien didn’t miss a beat. “Marinette, of course.” He ducked past the TV, careful of obstructing their view.

Her breath accelerated in time with the music tempo as she commenced her final lap. It had absolutely nothing to do with Adrien claiming the empty spot to her right, the sofa sagging a smidge beneath his weight. Kagami was close behind, and despite the minimal leg room, she squeezed into the actual corner of the L-shaped sofa, right beside him.

“Dude,” Nino was screeching, “you have so little faith in me!”

“Sorry, Nino.” Adrien let out a little laugh. “I’m sure you’ll beat her one of these days.”

“You are so not helping.”

Alya plopped down beside Nino and planted a peck on his cheek. “At least you’re not far behind, babe.”

“No, but I will be if you keep doing that.”

Not even a minute later, Marinette sprung to her feet with her fists in the air. “YES! I win! Marinette style! Booyah!” With a second fist pump, she almost lost the controller to the ceiling—but she didn’t, ‘cause she was a winner. And of course, that warranted a fervid victory dance, so she did just that; her hands swept from left to right and back again as she chanted, “Uh huhhh! Oh yeahhh! I’m the best! Uh huh!”

Her theatrics were only urged on by the laughter that layered the air (around eighty five percent of which might’ve just come from a certain kitty cat).

Nino thumped a hand on the round coffee table ahead. “I demand a rematch,” he squawked, “on two hundred CC!”

Marinette spared her nails a cheeky glance. “Ha! You’re on, chump.” In the wake of her victory, she was well on her way to feeling normal again. “Let Master Dupain-Cheng show you how it’s done!”

True to her word, she pulverized him.

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For the next half hour, chit-chat and banter filled the airy apartment, as the quintet savoured their fill of pizza. Four slices remained, tucked away in a cardboard box on the coffee table for Luka.

A four-player game of Mario Kart had ensued.

Marinette was winning.

Adrien was hot on her trail.

Alya and Nino were half a lap behind, after two run-ins with a certain yellow fruit.

And Kagami was keeping a curious eye on the TV, no doubt making mental notes for her first attempt next round.

“Ready, guys?” Adrien jumped to his feet. “Here it comes.” His character, a burly ape on a hefty quad-bike, was fast approaching a ramp. “Donkey Kong dab in three, two, one!” He dabbed in time with his character, complete with a dramatic grunt.

Marinette’s eyes remained on the screen, but that didn’t stop a smile from puffing her cheeks.

Nino, adamant that “whole body steering” was a legit strategy, unknowingly tilted into her personal space. “Bro,” he exclaimed, “was the grunt really necessary?”

“Absolutely,” Adrien quipped. “It elevates the dab to a whole new level—”

“Babe,” Nino cut in, now leaning right into Alya’s space. “What’re you doing? Get outta my way. Get outta my way. Get outta my—”

“Nu uh, Nini! Get your stupid dinosaur outta my—”

“Dude!” He thumped his feet on the floor like Gigantitan 2.0, and Marinette’s eyes flicked to his section of the screen just in time to catch the tail-end of his kart spinning. “Another freaking banana?!”

“Ha!” Adrien voiced, triumphant. “Yes. Peel the pain of my slippery secret weapon!”

Alya snorted. “The pain of your puns isn’t bad enough?”

“Just call me Banadrien.”

“Bro? You can’t think up something better than that?”

Marinette’s smile turned wry. “Don’t you mean something more apeeling?”

Adrien gave a hearty laugh. “See? M gets it.”

She narrowly escaped an explosive, green turtle shell. Since when did Adrien use that nickna—

Gasping, she clutched the controller closer.

A certain pesky primate had crept into the corner of her screen.

“No no no no no!”

“Yes yes yes yes yes!”

She shoved her thumb against the accelerator button, so hard a tiny circle was surely forming on her skin. “Adrien, get your creepy ape away from me!”

“That was the perfect opportunity for a Planet of the Apes reference. I am so disappointed in you!”

Adrien’s conniving cackles enlivened the room, but now was not the time to admire the unbridled joy in his voice, nor the throatiness of his chuckles. Her face scrunched as she wrestled with her thoughts. For goodness’ sake, Kagami was sitting right next to him!

Holding her breath, Marinette dared a peek at the silent girl. Kagami’s hand cupped her chin, her eyes set on the screen. She eased her head onto Adrien’s shoulder—

Princess Peach zoomed straight over a poorly concealed banana peel, the wheels of her kart skimming the track with a dizzying spin.

His pesky monkey shot straight past and—

“NO!”

“YES!”

Kagami placed a hand on Adrien’s knee, which had bobbed wildly for most of the race. “Well done, Adrien,” she praised, patting his knee twice.

“It’s not over yet,” Marinette declared.

The music amped up, Adrien now in the lead and commencing his third and final lap. Marinette was close behind.

Alya unleashed a throaty groan. “Adrien, you and your bananas are driving me cray!”

“Dude! How many do you have?!”

Adrien sniggered. “I’m gonna hazard a guess and say a bunch.”

“But how?!” Nino screeched.

“I guess you could say they were ripe for the picking.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Gosh, Banadrien! Stop distracting me with your lame puns!” From her peripheral vision, she caught his grin inch wider. He leaned well within her bubble and her Chadrien Alarm™ blared like an air horn.

“Now you’re just hurting my peelings.”

Her heart thundered in her ears. She didn’t trust herself to speak. No, instead she elbowed his gut, which only encouraged another laugh. Suddenly, she was laughing too.

That is, until she glimpsed Kagami’s thumb shift a smidge atop the black denim of his jeans. Her hand hadn’t left his knee.

“M, you’re falling behind!” Alya cried, snapping her to attention. “Quick! Cut corners!”

“Find shortcuts!” Nino added.

“Run him off the track!” said Alya. “You don’t want him banana punning for the rest of the day, do you?”

Marinette giggled. “Shouldn’t you be taking your own advice?”

“Girl, we’re a lap behind.”

“Yeah, we’re just cruisin’ at this point. You’ve still got a chance!”

Marinette honed in on the TV. His quad bike was up ahead. Only half a lap remained. Things weren’t looking good, but that’s never stopped her before.

Her tongue peeked through her lips.

“Oh! Oh!” Alya made an exaggerated gasp. “She’s got her game face on, boys and girls!”

“She’s catching up!” Nino cheered.

They were right. So maybe if she really dug in and focussed—

“Say yellow to my triple bananas!”

Three slippery suckers clustered behind Adrien’s motoring monkey. He released the first.

She dodged it.

He let loose his second.

Another dodge.

The third.

Yet another dodge-a-roonie.

“You really aren’t living up to your nickname, Banadrien.” With a satisfying jingle, her character rocketed through a mystery box—but suddenly, she was whirling at the hands of a despicably well-placed banana. “WHAT!?” Her eyes bulged.

“You were saying?” He sent her his signature wink.

She sputtered—for words or air, she couldn’t be sure. That sly cat! Had he planted that sucker on their previous lap?

Donkey Kong whooshed over the finish line.

Nino and Alya’s jaws dropped in unison, their gasps rocking the room.

“Yea-hea-heah!” Adrien launched to his feet, Kagami’s hand falling from his knee, though the smile on her lips was as apparent as his excitement. He whipped out a fervent victory dab—once more in sync with his character. “Beat you by a banana split second. Adrien style!” With dramatic flair, he threw Marinette some dual finger guns. “Booyah!”

She burst into a fit of laughter. Gosh, if this was the price to pay for losing to her partner, she honestly couldn’t complain. “Next—“ She wheezed. “Next round I will reign victorious!”

His shoulders shook with his every snicker. “Seems our Gamer Princess is salty she got dethroned!” He flashed a smirk and suddenly, all she saw was her cheeky kitty. All she felt was a fierce thumping in her chest. And all she could do was beam up at that face and those eyes and the pure joy that sang within them.

Why yes, she’d been dethroned.

And if he acted like this every time, she’d lose again in a banana split second.

#ml fic #miraculous ladybug #you times two #adrinette #marichat #ladynoir #ladrien

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ma-sulevin · 4 years

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Okay, this one’s rough again, but there’s sunshine on the horizon. A day late due to the move, but we should be on our regular schedule until the end.

Pairing: Sharky Boshaw/Female Deputy Rating: E Warnings: Canon-typical violence, but nothing particularly explicit I don’t think Word Count: 5656, chapter nine of fourteen (I think).

Read it on AO3 instead and say nice things.

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It takes Mattie a few minutes to remember where she is when she finally opens her eyes again. She remembers being at the Wolf’s Den — no, she was at the Grandview, with Sharky and Jess and Boomer, and they rescued Briggs, and…

Oh.

She rolls onto her side, muscles protesting the action, and waits for her eyes to adjust to the darkness of Jacob’s compound. There’s hardly any moonlight illuminating the cages, and it takes several minutes before she thinks she can see Jacob’s music box sitting right at the edge of the cage, within reach if she could just get over there to grab it.

Can she?

She tries, she really does, pushing herself up onto hands and knees and reaching through the bars, fingers spread and grasping, and she nearly makes it before a heavy booted foot comes out of nowhere and smashes her hand into the gravel.

She doesn’t scream, won’t give Jacob that satisfaction, but tears well in her eyes as the sting of breaking bones makes its way to her brain. That she can’t help, and she can’t help the way she cradles her hand to her chest as she glares up at him.

The fucker is smirking at her.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be outta here soon enough.”

Jesus fuck, she hates him.

“I hate you,” she says, as though she’s a child and he’s one of her brothers playing a mean prank.

His smirk grows briefly into a smile, but he doesn’t say anything in response. His expression is schooled as he scoops the box up and toys with the winding mechanism, threat clear and unspoken before he opens his mouth.

“Did you think you were free?” He winds the box with practiced motions, looking down at it before he glances sideways at her. “Your little buddy? Went to a whole lotta trouble for nothing. But that’s okay. He knows better now.” He finishes winding the box and turns to her fully, standing over her with all of his imposing form carefully calculated to keep her afraid.

She’s not afraid. She’s angry.

She is Wrath.

“I told you you’re not a hero. You are a tool. Now, you know your purpose. You’ve known it from the beginning.”

He smiles at her as he opens the box, like he’s happy with her, like he’s pleased. The music plays and pain lances through her head, like the worst headache she’s ever gotten, like the migraines her daddy used to get that he said felt like someone was squeezing his head in a vice and trying to put an icepick in through his eyeball at the same time.

She wants to go forward and rip the music box out of his hands for good, but she falls back instead, and the icky familiar darkness of one of Jacob’s trials overwhelms her.

As soon as she gets out of this, she’s murdering Jacob. She doesn’t care what else happens.

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The first few areas of the trial are the same, comforting almost.

It’s like Staci said. One two three, one two three, onetwothree, ONETWOTHREE.

It’s not hard to make the Whitetails fall in front of her. One shot does it, every time. She can hear a clock ticking, she can hear that song, she can hear Jacob crooning in her ear about how good she is, how good she’s doing, how strong she is.

“Good job,” he says as she darts forward to snap the neck of a nameless Whitetail who had been hiding behind the counter in the bunker kitchen. “Cull the herd.”

That militia member was weak, hiding like that, like a little boy who should still be at home with his parents.

He should be at home with his parents, but he isn’t. He’s with Eli, with the Whitetails, because he’s trying to fight back against Jacob. Jacob’s men probably killed his parents, and now she’s killed him.

She stops and stares at him, at his lifeless brown eyes, slack jaw, neck bent at an unnatural angle, legs folded under him where she dropped him. He’s just a baby, a teenager, and she killed him and, just for a moment, let Jacob make her feel good about it.

“Watch your time!” Jacob doesn’t sound proud anymore. He sounds annoyed, put out, like his prize wolf suddenly stopped doing its job and needs to be put down.

She snaps back to attention, pulling her pistol free of its holster and moving deeper into the bunker, following the hallways that she’s come to know so well. Her feet don’t make noise against the concrete like they do when she’s really there; she can’t hear the ordinary chatter of a small bunker filled with people.

All she can hear is the song.

She finishes clearing most of the bunker and comes around the last corner, ready to finish this and move on to killing Jacob, when… she stops.

Eli is there, his compound bow in his hands, his eyes open in shock.

“No, don’t shoot!”

It’s his voice, it’s his voice, is she here? Is she here?

The other men she fought didn’t speak back to her.

Time slows; she doesn’t. She raises her pistol and aims, then lowers it again.

She can’t do this.

She can’t.

The bunker goes black, and Jacob’s voice speaks directly in her ear.

“Try again.”

She can’t.

She has to.

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Jacob’s getting impatient. She can hear it in his voice, how his compliments have become terse and far between, how his commands to move faster and to do better are spoken lower and lower until he’s growling.

She doesn’t want to try harder. She doesn’t want to do better, to kill faster, to push down that sense of remorse that tells her this isn’t fucking worth it.

Eli’s at the end of this, and she can bring herself to kill enough people to get to kill him too.

She makes stupid mistakes, she moves too slow, she lets the wolves get her and shotgun shells find her and, once, that same teenage boy smash her head into the bunker’s floor.

It takes five tries before Jacob finds the right button to push to spur her forward.

“You know, Peaches was so goddamn sure you’d be the one to bring us down. He risked his life for you, and for what? You can’t even pass the last trial, and he��s learning his lesson without food or water.”

Mattie bares her teeth to nothing, angry, goddamn fucking furious at the idea of Staci punished for what he did to help her. Where is he being held without food and fucking water? She’s only been free of Jacob’s clutches for a few days — is it three? Or four? She may still have time to get Staci before he dies of thirst. Jacob said he is learning his lesson, not that he learned his lesson. Maybe…

Maybe…

The trial starts again and she kills the two men in the first room without a thought, senseless murders that make her feel nothing.

She feels nothing but rage, and that rage pushes her through the trials like nothing else has.

One two three, one two three, onetwothree.

Train, hunt, kill.

Sacrifice.

“No, don’t shoot!”

She doesn’t hesitate before she shoots Eli, ready to get out of this training exercise and go back to the Wolf’s Dean.

The second her bullet hits Eli’s flesh, time slows down again. Jacob’s in front of her, smiling, singing, pushing the barrel of her gun down to the floor. He keeps a hand on it so that when she jerks it up to shoot him too, it doesn’t move.

“Hey, only you could have gotten this close,” he says, a stupid grin on his stupid face. She feels a surge of pride that she pushes down, refuses to let show on her face, as he explains he’s done with her now, that she’s served her purpose, that she’s passed her test.

“But now you’re alone,” he says, his smile growing. She tries to, but she can’t move, physically pinned in place. “And you’re weak. And we know what happens to the weak.”

Yeah. They get culled. But she’s not as weak as he thinks. The secret weapon that’s been refusing to let her die, that power that’s been on her side, is going to carry her through this. She just has to trust in it.

“I’ll be outside waiting for you,” he says, and then he walks off, humming that song, and she watches him go and imagines tearing out his throat.

When he disappears and time speeds up again, she’s still in the Wolf’s Den, still standing in front of Eli, a gun that isn’t hers still in her hands.

Eli is on the floor, motionless, blood pooling under his lifeless body. It wells and runs, following the slight natural slope to the bunker floor, running toward the lowest point in the room.

Wheaty is screaming at her, a gun in his hand, the barrel against her forehead. She doesn’t fight it because why would she? He can’t hurt her. If he does, she deserves it. She doesn’t care that the safety’s off, that his finger is on the trigger, that even if he doesn’t mean to shoot her he still might just by accident.

She’s been shot in the head before. As far as ways to die go, it isn’t so bad. The black white black turns it into a headache, turns it into a distant memory, and honestly? That emptiness sounds nice right now.

She’d rather be in that nothingness than here, watching Wheaty’s eyes well with tears, listening to him starting to wail about Eli.

Tammy saves her life, but it’s only a practical move. She doesn’t really want Mattie to stay alive — she wants Mattie to kill Jacob.

Mattie wants to kill Jacob too.

This she can do.

She’s numb, nauseated, angry, trembling when she walks out of the bunker back into what should be the fresh air of the Whitetail mountains. Instead, she finds herself swimming through layers of bliss as Only You blasts over speakers set up all around her.

Jacob knew where the Wolf’s Den was.

He always knew.

He wanted Eli dead in the way that would cause the most damage possible. The deputy, the savior of Hope County, murdering the leader of the Whitetail Militia in cold blood? How can the resistance survive something like that? Its top member turning on one of its leaders?

Mattie destroys the first wolf beacon without a problem, but when four wolves run at her at once she panics. She drops her gun and swings her fists instead, as though her bare knuckles will do anything against claws and teeth… and finds they disappear as soon as she touches them, products of the bliss and her own terrified mind.

She thinks she sees Jacob as she walks to the next beacon, and fury overrides common sense as she jumps for him. She snaps his neck in the most satisfying moment of her life, and there’s a brief second where she holds him lifeless in her arms before he disappears too.

“Son of a bitch .”

She hears his voice after that, or she thinks she does, his words mingling with the song coming through the speakers. Is he sitting nearby, amused as his game, celebrating his victory by playing with her until she wears herself out running around and dodging imaginary enemies?

“The Whitetails are nothing without Eli. You are nothing without Eli.”

She’s throwing herself at the figments of her imagination like a housefly banging its body uselessly against a closed window, doomed to run out of energy and die on the windowsill, buggy feet up in the air, wings locked behind it.

“Don’t you find it ironic how everyone you help winds up worse off? Eli, Pratt… Tragedy just follows you. If you really wanted to keep people safe, be a hero, you’d just… off yourself. Safer for everyone that way.”

She laughs at that, unhinged, all teeth and wild eyes and bared fingernails. That was never an option, and if he knew her psyche as well as he thought he did, he’d understand that.

She’s fought through too much to let a bunch of fuckheads like the Seeds bring her down now when her life was finally starting to work out.

She’d rather murder them all and mount their heads in front of the Spread Eagle than give up like that.

It takes a few minutes after the last wolf beacon is destroyed for her head to clear, for the beauty of the mountains to come back. She’s panting, sweating, her shirt soaked through from how much energy she exerted fighting absolutely nothing.

The remains of the beacon are still there, though, and at least she didn’t imagine that. There are some supplies still there, half-empty crates left behind by peggies who were too busy to fight her. She scavenges bullets and a water bottle that someone had started drinking from and then abandoned, and germs are so far from her mind that she doesn’t even think about it before opening the bottle and drinking the last few ounces down in one long pull.

The next peggie that gets close to her gets his neck snapped. He’s real, solid under her fingers, not like any of the apparitions that she put down. His body falls heavy to the dirt, his head cracking against a boulder as an insult to injury — or injury to insult?

This is all a fucking disgrace.

There’s a laser sight on the rock next to her, and she ducks, throwing herself to the dirt like she wouldn’t come back if she happened to get shot between the eyes. Jacob’s voice crackles over the radio, telling everyone her location.

It’s time to put down his prize fighter.

She’s going to put him down first.

She creeps from rocky outcropping to rocky outcropping, avoiding Jacob’s sniper rifle and heading inexorably closer to the hill he’s set himself up on. She puts down his wolves — big and white and scary but emaciated and weak from whatever hell he puts himself through — and she puts down his men with equal dispassion,

She’s nearly to the base of the mountain when a peggie distracts her enough for Jacob to get a shot in. She sees the laser sight against the peggie before it disappears, but the peggie’s hands are on her and she can’t move before Jacob takes his shot.

Black. White. Red. Black. White.

It hurts. Oh god, it hurts.

Please let this be the last time.

I can’t fucking do this again. I can’t.

What do I have to do to make this stop?

Tell me and I’ll do it.

Black. White. Red.

You can do better. You can do better.

White.

The remains of the beacon are still there, next to her again. There are some supplies still there too, the half-empty crates left behind by peggies holding the same bullets and half-drunk water bottles. She scavenges what she needs again before opening the bottle and drinking the last few ounces down in one long pull.

The next peggie that gets close to her gets his neck snapped.

She doesn’t stop to think about how real he is, or how it feels to take a human life with her bare hands, or how if she has to go through the black white black again she might literally go crazy if she hasn’t already. She just fights, she just pushes forward.

She just survives.

Jacob loses sight of her when she gets close enough to his hill, and she climbs up the back of it without worrying about falling to her death.

Really, what’s the point in that fear now? She’ll just wake up and climb up it again.

He’s facing away from her when she gets on top, and she shoots him in his gun arm without waiting.

He drops his gun, turns to her with a pained laugh.

He doesn’t look afraid. He looks like she feels: resigned.

“My brother saw all this coming. I don’t know if he talks to God… that doesn’t matter. He was right. Humanity is once again in crisis.”

She shoots him again, this time in the stomach. He pushes his good hand against the wound and laughs again, blood staining his lips as he half-sits, half-collapses.

“You did everything he said you would do. And you didn’t even know it. You had no fucking clue.” His breaths sound wet, forced in and out of his lungs by sheer force of will, a sheer refusal to die so strong it rivals her own.

She puts her gun away, pulls out her knife, twirls it around her fingers.

“Guess you’re Strong after all,” he says, and smiles at her with blood-stained teeth like it’s a compliment.

“And you’re Weak. You know what happens to the Weak, right?” She throws his words back at him as she approaches him slowly, still playing with the blade, trying to decide if she should put him out of his misery or watch him slowly bleed out.

He blinks up at her, blue eyes reflecting the sky back at her. He doesn’t stop smiling.

“When you told John that you’re a god,” he asks, voice rough enough to make her feel just a little smug, “what did you mean? It drove him crazy, right up until the end. Wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop talking about it.”

Mattie stands just in front of him and pushes the tip of her knife under his chin. She presses up, tilting his head back, and he moves with her, unwilling despite what he said about being a sacrifice to put himself in too much danger.

“I meant what I said. I am a fucking god. I can’t be killed. I died just trying to get up here, you know. You shot me in the fucking head. But I’m Stronger than that — I won’t stay dead. That’s my secret. You’re all going to lose, because you’re not meant to win. I am.”

Jacob sighs, makes a thoughtful noise like a grumble from deep within his chest.

She moves her knife from his chin to his ear, catches the tip of the knife under the cartilage at the top. “You know, before I killed John, I managed to shoot him right here. I was aiming for his head, of course, but this is where the bullet grazed him.”

A sharp movement and the knife slices through his ear. He doesn’t flinch, even when blood slowly wells and then starts to drip, the dark red disappearing into the orange of his beard.

“Now you match. Tell him I’ll see him when I finally make it to hell.”

Jacob gives her one last smile before she slips her blade into his neck, tearing out his throat and putting him out of his misery.

Putting them both out of their misery.

She’s covered in his blood, sprayed with it nearly from head to toe, and she calmly leans to the side and throws up that half-bottle of water she drank a few minutes ago.

She spits and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before she staggers a few steps away and sits in the sparse, dry grass.

She props her elbows on her knees and stares at the sky, watching a single fluffy cloud drift across her field of vision.

Tammy’s voice crackles over the radio, tinny and staticky, and Mattie pulls the little box closer to her ear so she can listen better. “Deputy, I don’t know if ‘thank you’ is the right thing to say, but… Well, Eli's death won’t be in vain now. I’m sorry about what happened. Truly, you ain’t the only one to blame.” Mattie gasps as her tears come, pouring over her cheeks and dripping off her chin. “Now ain’t the time to mourn or point fingers. That Deputy Pratt of yours and a whole bunch of our Whitetails are wasting away in Jacob’s armory. Get moving. We’re counting on you.”

Maybe if she just sits here this will all be over.

Maybe if she just… gives up, she can stop fighting.

Maybe if she just sits here long enough, Eli will climb back up from the floor of the bunker, find himself alive and confused, and everyone will forget what happened. She can carry the guilt inside of her, but she’ll be the only one who knows.

None of the peggies she’s ever killed have come back. John hasn’t come back. Jacob won’t come back.

Eli… why would Eli come back?

She gives herself exactly sixty seconds to feel bad for herself before she’s back on her feet and heading back to Jacob’s body. She pulls his weapons from him, checks their quality and modifications, replaces her older weapons with his bright red ones.

She killed him.

She deserves this.

She slips the key over his head without breaking the cord, puts it on around her neck and lets it rest heavy against her chest.

Jude is waiting for her when she gets to the bottom of the hill nearest the bunker. She stops and stares at him, a good ten feet between them, silence stretching even deeper as she waits to see what he’ll do.

“You heard Tammy,” he tells her, then reaches to pick something up off the ground by his feet. It’s a single bulletproof vest, about her size, and he holds it out to her. “I’m coming with you.”

It’s not a question, it’s a statement. He’s coming with her whether she wants him to or not, so she heaves a sigh and nods and rubs at her tired eyes. “Let’s go get him.”

They drive over to Jacob’s armory together, Mattie in the passenger seat, Jacob’s key clutched in her shaking hands. The silence hangs heavy between them, dread and anticipation coiling in their hearts.

Staci’s life hangs in the balance, and the only thing between her and him is however many times she has to die to pull him out of there.

She can do this.

Jude parks down the road from the armory, just veers over into the dirt and stops the car. A heartbeat of silence passes between them before Mattie draws in a deep breath.

“You done this before? Something this big, I mean?”

She turns toward Jude, watches as his fingers tighten and relax around the steering wheel, his knuckles blanching and then turning red again. “Did two tours in Afghanistan, one in Iraq. Thought those days were behind me when my contract was up, but…” He makes an annoyed noise by sucking on his teeth, eyes glued to the road right where it curves. “But, uh, no, not since all this shit started up. Any tips?”

He looks at her then, eyes tired and skin under them dark. He hasn’t been sleeping, probably hasn’t been since this whole thing started.

She knows at least some of how that feels.

“Stay low when we first approach, scope them out to see what they’re doing. Jacob’s men are better trained than John’s, but they still aren’t professionals. They tend to be easy to pick off if you can be quiet enough. I have the key, so as long as we can get through the courtyard, we can get inside.”

Jude’s nodding, staring out the windshield again.

“There will probably be fewer guards inside, but we’ll have to be quiet to figure out where they’re keeping prisoners. We have to get everyone out, not just Staci.”

“Jacob almost never took prisoners to his bunker, not according to our intel,” Jude says. “He preferred to keep them at the Grandview or at the Veteran’s Center.”

“Good. That’ll make things easier. Once we get the bunker taken care of, we can go back for the Grandview. Sound like a plan?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

They hop out of the car and make their way over to the armory’s driveway, crouch low in the grass to stare. Jude uses the scope on his sniper rifle while Mattie sits cross-legged next to him with her binoculars in her hands and her elbows on the boulder that’s providing them with half cover.

“Where’d you learn to do all this, anyway?” She flinches at the sudden sound of his voice, but he’s quiet enough. “You serve too?”

She laughs, a short, bitter sound. “Oh, I learned on the job, pal. The threat of getting confessed was enough to light a fire under my ass.”

He makes a considering noise. “Staci always said you were tougher than you looked.”

Mattie smiles at this, but turns her full focus back to the job at hand. There are only five peggies she can see guarding the entrance, but that seems too few. John had at least a dozen outside of his, but maybe he was more scared of her than Jacob was.

“Okay, see who you can pick off from here. I’m moving a little closer.”

She does just that, leaving him behind. She hears the quiet report of his rifle, the bullet as silent as it possibly can be, but she doesn’t hear the sound of a peggie being hit. More importantly, she doesn’t hear the sound of an alert going up.

She sneaks in a little closer, climbs up around the side of the armory to take out one of the men she saw through her binoculars. He looks surprised, in the moments before his death, and she’s not sure if it’s because of who she is or because he wasn’t expecting to have his neck broke period, but either way, she savors the look on his face right when he realizes what’s happening.

What does that mean about her? What is Hope County turning her into?

She pushes down the little voice in her head that says monster, monster and keeps her head down as she looks for the next peggie to nab. She’s pretty sure she can trust Jude not to shoot her on accident, but…

This is faster.

She manages to take down a second peggie before the commotion starts up closer to the entrance, screams that let her know Jude’s been spotted.

She heads that way at a sprint, standing tall, leaping over low crates instead of taking the time to go around them. She’s pretty sure Jude will come back too if Sharky and Boomer will, but if she can get to him in time to take him into the bunker with her…

The butt of a peggie rifle stops her in her tracks as it slams into her middle. It knocks the wind out of her, all the breath rushing out of her lungs as her diaphragm seizes. She falls on her ass, kicks her feet out on pure instinct and blind fury, and the peggie falls across from her.

He drops his gun, and they stare at each other, all wide eyes and anger, from her, and confusion, from him.

Exactly three seconds pass before she’s able to draw in a breath and launch herself forward. The peggie throws his hands up to stop her but she’s spent too much time fighting for her life for him to be able to stop her now. She gets her hands on his face and slams his head onto the pavement, then slams it again, then slams it a final time as his body goes still underneath her.

Her hands are sticky when she pulls them away, dark red and viscous, and she wipes them on the front of his sweater before she climbs to her feet.

The driveway in front of the armory is deadly silent. She can’t hear any more peggies coming, but she can’t hear Jude either. She stretches out her fingers, picks up her gun, takes another minute to look around for Jude, just in case.

When he doesn’t stand up or call out for her, she heaves a heavy sigh.

If he’s not waiting for her when she gets Staci out of here, she’s going to fucking kill him again.

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There aren’t as many people hanging out in Jacob’s bunker as there were in John’s. It’s easier for her to sneak into each room, quietly snap a neck or two, and then sneak back out. She doesn’t even have to use her pistol until she finds two peggies trying to put out a grease fire in the kitchen. While she kills the first peggie, the second one catches his sleeve on fire.

She puts the fire out by dumping the entire contents of an industrial-sized box of salt on his corpse before she moves on. She’s going to have to come back out of the bunker the same way, probably, and this isn’t something she wants to smell on her way out.

Staci doesn’t need to see it either.

There are more peggies on the lower level, and these seem to know she’s here. She ducks behind some crates and makes one start to laugh; he calls out a taunting, “You scared, little girl?” as he comes around to find her.

She shoots him between the eyes and doesn’t feel bad about it.

She finds the control room empty, the override key still stuck in the console. If she hadn’t probably already killed the person who left it here, they’d be in a world of trouble. As it is…

She turns it, overriding the pressure locked doors so she can get down to where Staci’s being held. She turns to leave the room when she sees Staci on a little TV in the corner, and she gets right up to it before she realizes this one isn’t a live feed.

It’s some kind of interrogation, playing on a loop. She can hear Staci’s pleading voice, Jacob’s cruel one telling Staci he’s the worst kind of person, a traitor, a Judas, and she smashes the closest TV to her with the butt of the same rifle she took from Jacob.

A twist of fate she’s remarkably proud of.

She can see Staci still sitting on other monitors, head back, eyes closed, chest moving shallowly. He’s still alive, for now, but she has to get to him before anyone else does.

She has to go down another level and kill a few more peggies to find him, but she does find him, tied to a chair and surrounded by monitors playing his punishment over and over and over. A pipe is leaking behind him and water’s covering the floor up to her ankles, and she’s never been so happy to see another person as long as she’s been alive.

She checks his pulse first, her blood-stained fingers pressing against the underside of his neck to make sure he’s still with her.

He startles at her touch, muscles jumping, and then gives her the most beautiful smile she’s ever seen. “Rook? Are you real?”

She rests her hands on his chest as the full force of her relief washes over her. “Yeah, honey, I’m real. Let me get you free, hang on.”

She slices through the bands of duct tape holding him to the chair, and Staci pushes himself up so fast that his legs buckle under him and he falls through Mattie’s reaching arms into the gathered water.

She tries to help him stand back up, but he pulls away and stands under his own power. He stumbles again, catches himself, turns to look at her with something like pride shining out of his eyes.

Then… the expression falls.

“He said that I was weak. That I deserved this. Maybe he was right…” Staci turns more to survey his prison, the room that was meant to be his tomb. “Maybe I deserved it.” He starts to move again, limping as his legs keep threatening to give out, probably still asleep from sitting in one position for who knows how long, grabbing for a sledgehammer leftover from who knows what. “Maybe I did. Maybe I did, maybe I did!”

He finally lifts the sledgehammer and swings it as hard as he can, smashing through the nearby console until it starts to spark. He doesn’t look at Mattie as he turns to look for something, doesn’t look at her as he drags the sledgehammer through the water to break the latch on a lockbox.

He pulls a rifle out, holding it with hands too reverent for her comfort, and then finally he looks at her.

“They made me strong. And now, they’re weak. And the weak… must be culled.”

He nods, confident, and Mattie has a fraction of a second to clap her hands over her ears before he raises the rifle and opens fire. She can hear him screaming over the rapid fire, and she digs her fingernails into her scalp to distract herself. A bullet ricochets off the wall and slices across her wrist.

She closes her eyes against the pain and the blood and the noise.

She doesn’t realize she’s openly crying until the noises stop and warm hands are pulling hers from her ears. She opens her eyes and has to blink to clear her vision, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as she meets Staci’s gaze. He looks… she’s not sure, exhausted and hurt and apologetic and then impatient as she takes short, gasping breaths to calm herself down.

He wipes his thumbs across her cheeks, too rough to be really comforting, then he checks where her arm is still bleeding. His touch is rough her too, pressing into the shallow wound to test it.

An alarm blares, and he meets her eyes again.

“We gotta go.”

She allows herself enough time to take another deep breath, and then she nods.

Staci’s safe.

It’s time to go.

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Fic Title: When the Levee Breaks, by tfw_cas and Eyes_of_a_Tragedy

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Castiel (Supernatural) Dean Winchester Inias... kinda Balthazar... also kinda Sam Winchester (mentioned) Friends to Lovers Cassexual Dean Winchester First Kiss Smut Sex in/on the Impala (Supernatural) Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester Dirty Talk Frottage Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester Anal Sex Dom/sub Undertones Castiel (Supernatural)'s Dom Brow POV Castiel (Supernatural) Dean's A Marshmallow Abuse Of A Stuffed Animal Lions and Tigers and Bears oh my! Balthazar Knew Finding Love at the Carnival Happy Birthday Any!!

Summary: Dean takes Castiel to the carnival to show him the ultimate human experience, but Castiel isn’t interested in going on any of the rides, after hearing the customers’ screams. He is drawn to the duck shoot, however, and the prize of a stuffed panda; but it takes the help of his favourite hunter to win the toy, and in the process he might just have won his heart too.

AO3

When Dean told Castiel that he was going to treat him to the ultimate human experience, this wasn’t quite what Castiel had envisaged. He looked around the carnival in confusion, trying to figure out why anyone would find this entertaining.

A particularly loud scream caused him to look over at one of the ‘rides’ - as Dean called them - and he saw a train-like vehicle plummeting from a great height, on a track that appeared to be on a loop. A loop that pointed upwards, downwards, and even upside down, it seemed.

Did people enjoy this experience, and if so, why? It was all very puzzling to Castiel.

Dean was waiting in line for something called The Wall of Death. He grinned at Castiel as he handed over his money and climbed into the large circular object along with several other people, which then proceeded to spin around at an alarming speed.

Surely this couldn’t be good for Dean’s body? Castiel made a mental note to check Dean’s physical condition later - surreptitiously, of course - while trying not to think about his best friend’s body too much.

Castiel decided to take a look around, and see if there was anything in this place that wouldn’t cause him to scream. There were stalls; some selling food, which was all incredibly unhealthy, and some that were games, which generally involved hitting a target and winning a prize.

One of these games in particular caught Castiel’s eye; it was a shooting game, where the participant had to hit a row of ducks. Well… not actually ducks, more like metal shapes with ducks painted on them. There were a variety of prizes on offer, but Castiel instantly fell in love with a giant stuffed panda. He knew it was a child’s toy, but he wanted it, though he couldn’t explain why.

He handed the stall owner a handful of the tickets Dean had given him, and picked up the gun that he would shoot the painted ducks with. Even though Castiel had never shot a gun before - real or otherwise - he was certain he would hit enough ducks to win the panda. How hard could it be?

Raising the gun, Castiel looked through the sight and pulled the trigger. There was a crack as the gun fired, but the pellet missed and splashed into the water. Undeterred, Castiel tried again… and again, with no success.

How could he be so good with an angel blade, and so bad with a gun? Castiel frowned, handed more tickets to the vendor, and tried once more. This time, he felt he missed by an even wider margin, and he sighed sadly.

He was about to turn away in defeat when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Dean… he would recognise that touch anywhere.

"Why don't you let me give it a shot, Cas?" Dean gently took the rifle from his hands and pointed it at the ground for some reason. "See, the trick is that these things are rigged. The sight is always misaligned. So, you gotta compensate for that."

“But… that isn’t very fair,” Castiel replied, feeling belligerent. “How am I supposed to win the panda if it’s rigged?” He shot a scowl at the stall owner for good measure.

Dean also looked at the man and asked, "How many ducks to win the panda?"

“Twenty,” the man answered, with a too smug smile on his face.

Glancing at Castiel, Dean winked and turned back to the game. "Piece of pie." Dean took aim and very methodically fired at the first duck. The ping of the pellet striking it and knocking it down was very satisfying.

He looked over at the owner and added with a shrug, "Beginner's luck."

“Dean, you aren’t a-” Castiel started, before Dean interrupted him.

"Very experienced shooter. Yeah, you got that right. But I'm gonna do my best." Dean took aim and hit another, then another. "You must be my lucky charm, angel."

Castiel could feel his vessel getting warmer, and he was sure his face was on fire. “I, er… thank you.” He had no idea how to deal with this overly friendly behaviour from Dean.

He watched as Dean knocked down duck after duck, noticing that they were drawing a crowd. "Is anyone keeping count? I lost track at ten…" Dean trailed off, then stepped back and looked at Castiel with an arched brow.

“I believe you are up to fifteen now,” Castiel said, noting how triumphant he sounded. That would teach the owner - who was looking none too pleased now - to take people’s money for a game most people couldn’t win.

Dean was looking around at the gathered crowd, and Castiel noticed him zeroing in on a young boy of about seven years. He gestured to Castiel, waving him to stand in front of him. He whispered, "Wanna help me with the rest?"

Oh, my father. Castiel didn’t know what to think. He’d often had inappropriate thoughts of getting close to Dean, but could he stop that from becoming obvious in this situation… in public? Dean was waiting for an answer though, so he said a hesitant, "Yes.”

Dean pulled him to stand in front of him, then moved to his side and held out the gun. "I noticed your stance was a bit off. You need to be a bit looser through the arms and shoulders." Dean moved behind him and eased a foot between his and wiggled it. "Spread your legs a bit so your feet are shoulders' width apart, then step back slightly with your right foot."

“Th-thank you, Dean.” Castiel was torn between wanting more physical contact, and realising that this really wasn’t the place.

He suppressed a shiver as Dean moved closer and positioned his arms. "Take the gun and brace it so the butt sits firmly in the cradle of your shoulder," Dean tapped to the right of his collarbone, "then line the sight up with your target. To compensate for the misaligned sight, you need to aim about a centimeter to your left. Got it?"

Castiel leaned into Dean, allowing himself to feel the man’s comforting warmth. “I’m not sure. Could you show me?” he asked, feeling a sense of daring which usually deserted him when it came to Dean.

He could feel Dean chuckling as he stepped in closer. "Remind me to never play pool with you." Then Dean's hands traced over his, making minute adjustments to the positioning of his fingers. He felt the front of the hunter's body lined up with his, and his breath was ghosting against Castiel's temple. "Line up your shot - remember, a centimeter to the left - then take a steadying breath and gently pull the trigger."

Castiel understood that Dean was making a joke about not playing pool with him, but he hoped they could one day. He very much liked the idea of getting Dean to demonstrate the best way to hold the stick. Especially if he did it like this… so close that Castiel could feel the man’s body meld into his. He tried to do as Dean instructed, but his breath wasn’t steady so much as shaky. He felt Dean take in a breath with him and hold it, as Castiel pulled the trigger and the duck flew backwards.

"There you go, Cas!" Dean patted him on the shoulder. "Good job. Think you can do it again?"

“Yes,” Castiel said, getting into the feel of the weapon in his hand, and his best friend guiding him expertly. Raising the gun and steadying the butt on his shoulder once more, Castiel fired the next shot. The satisfying clang of the pellet hitting its target brought a smile to his face. “This is fun,” he said.

Dean's grin was one of those special ones that could light up an entire room, and Castiel felt torn when he asked, "Think you can get the rest now?"

“I believe so,” he replied, feeling Dean take a step backwards and away from him. There was no time to mourn the loss of Dean being so close to him though, and he readied the gun and took aim again. Without Dean’s guiding hand Castiel’s shot wasn’t quite as direct as the previous two, but he hit the duck nevertheless.

"Just two more." Castiel felt himself tense as Dean rested his hands on his shoulders. "Still too tight, though. Take a breath and let that tension out. This isn't the end of the world," he ended with a snicker.

No it wasn’t, but this felt just as earth-shattering though. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Castiel decided to deal with the way he had reacted to Dean’s touch later. Within a matter of seconds the final two shots had been fired and the ducks obliterated. This had turned out to be a lot of fun, and he had won the panda.

"Damn, Cas, you're a quick study. Definitely not teaching you pool." Dean winked in his direction, then moved up to the booth's operator and kept talking. "I believe that was twenty ducks? So looks like we won a panda," he crowed, and Castiel could just make out him addressing the man under his breath, "and if you want me to keep your secret about that sight, then you'll pass over that tiger as a token of your appreciation."

Castiel felt no sympathy for the man, but he was surprised to hear Dean asking for a cuddly toy too. He hadn’t expected that.

The attendant passed over the tiger without any argument, and Castiel watched as Dean lugged it over to the child he'd been looking at earlier. He knelt down in front of the boy, taking great care to keep the stuffed animal off the trash-strewn ground. "Hey, buddy. That nice man said my friend and I did such an awesome job that he wanted to give me an extra reward. But I can't really fit this guy and the panda in my car. I noticed you have a tiger on your shirt, though, and thought maybe you might like it?"

Castiel felt something swelling in his chest; he didn’t know what it was, but he knew that Dean was the cause. Watching him with that child, being so kind and generous was special, because it was a side of Dean that he kept hidden too often.

The boy accepted the tiger and grinned up at his mother, who was thanking Dean and gazing at him with a look of admiration. It was not at all unusual for women and men to stare at the hunter in such a fashion.

As Dean got off the ground and walked back over to him, Castiel felt an overwhelming urge to do the thing he had wanted to do for longer than he could remember. Before he could change his mind, he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to Dean’s.

Not knowing what to expect, he was nervous when Dean pulled away. But the hunter just looked at him with a perplexed look that morphed into that look when Dean saw pie, or a double bacon cheeseburger; and then there was a hand at the base of his skull, fingers tangling in his hair, and those lips Castiel had been dreaming of for so long descended on his in a kiss that was gentle but demanding.

Castiel was well aware that they were kissing in public, in front of a crowd of strangers, but he found it all too easy to get lost in kissing Dean Winchester. He slid his hands around to Dean’s back and pressed their bodies together briefly, before reluctantly breaking off the kiss. They needed to get out of here before they did something that could get them into trouble.

From behind the booth counter, Castiel heard the clearing of a throat. "Think you two need to take your panda and get outta here."

Dean leaned his forehead against Castiel's and whispered, "Sounds like good advice. What do you say we head home, sunshine?"

Castiel had never told Dean how much he loved when he called him sunshine, and he was so full of happiness, all he could do was nod in agreement. He felt his expression change, however, when he took the panda from the stall owner and made sure to glower menacingly at him.

Dean laughed and leaned in to nuzzle his ear. "Maybe I should have given the tiger to you…" He turned to the man and did that finger gun motion he was so fond of. "Have a great night!"

Then Castiel felt a broad, strong hand at the small of his back, guiding him away. "C'mon, Cas. I think we've got better things to be doing now."

Castiel hoped Dean’s ‘better things to be doing’ meant more kissing, and touching Dean’s body intimately was something he would like to try too. He clutched the panda to him tightly, trying not to drop it as they made their way back to Dean’s Baby, but as they drew nearer he wondered how they would get the thing inside. It certainly wouldn’t fit in the trunk; not with all the weapons it was already holding.

When they reached the car, Dean opened the back door and turned to Castiel. "Gimme the bear." Reluctant to let go, but knowing he couldn't very well carry it in the front seat, he surrendered his panda and watched as Dean placed it on the back passenger's seat and fastened the belt around it. "There. All nice and secure."

After closing the door, Dean turned to him and backed him against the car. Castiel was trapped between the cool chrome of the car’s bodywork and the firm muscly body of his favourite human, but he didn’t mind one bit. The intensity of their situation was intoxicating, as they gazed into one another’s eyes, until Dean took hold of Castiel’s tie and pulled him forward so that their lips were barely brushing.

"I think I might be jealous of that bear, Cas." Dean kissed the tip of his nose and continued, "If I'd known you wanted something to cuddle so much…"

Castiel considered for a moment before replying. “I wanted the bear very much, but if I had to choose between you and Inias…” he could hear the way his voice turned into a growl as he leaned forward and whispered into Dean’s ear, “I wouldn’t hesitate to leave him by the side of the road.”

He caressed Dean’s cheek with his own as he manoeuvred himself so that they were face to face once more, then closed his eyes as he felt Dean surge forward to capture his mouth in a real kiss. This one was so much more than the first; more passionate, more sensual. Castiel slipped his hands around to Dean’s back and pulled him closer, as Dean parted his lips with his tongue.

There was a tentative swipe against the roof of his mouth, then Dean's tongue tangled with his, and it was as though years of longing poured over them. He felt Dean's hands lingering on his cheeks, tracing down his neck and clutching at the lapels of his coat.

The hunter pulled away, breathing labored, and his voice was a low groan as he urged, "Need to get you home before I get us both arrested for indecent exposure."

“That would be unfortunate, because then I would have to smite any police officers that get in our way,” Castiel replied drily, with a raised eyebrow.

Dean moved him to the side and opened the passenger side door. "In the car. Now."

Castiel was all for Dean’s sudden need for haste. He wanted to kiss Dean again, and more, and even though this was away from the crowd at the duck shoot, it wasn’t nearly private enough. He did as Dean commanded, and quickly climbed into the passenger seat, smiling at Dean as he appeared around the other side of the car and opened his door.

He slid into the driver's seat, closed the door, and put the key in the ignition. He didn't start it, though, a look of deliberation on his face. "Tell me to turn this car on right now…"

Castiel wasn’t sure what game they were playing here, but he could see the pleading look on Dean’s face. “Turn the car on, Dean,” he growled, shooting the hunter what he hoped was a ‘don’t mess with me’ expression.

He watched as Dean thunked his head back against the headrest and bit his bottom lip. His right hand reached up and turned the key. "Tell me to put my seatbelt on and drive us to the bunker."

Castiel raised his eyebrow again, which earned him a sharp intake of breath from Dean. “I think you should put your seatbelt on and drive to the bunker right now,” he said, as he slid his hand over the seat and lightly brushed his fingertip along the side of Dean’s thigh.

Dean shifted slightly and reached around for his seatbelt, fastening it in place before putting the car in gear and reversing out of the parking space. Castiel noticed his hands were clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel, and his breaths were shallow, heart rate increased. Looking down to where his fingers were now tracing Enochian terms of endearment on Dean's thigh, he noticed the very visible bulge in his hunter's pants.

“You seem to be in some discomfort,” Castiel stated, increasing the pressure of his fingers, well aware of the effect this was having. “Is there anything I can do to help relieve you?”

Dean shot him a quick look that was a mixture of glare, awe, and sheer frustration. "My dick's hard enough to pound nails, Cas. Think you could lend me a hand?" he asked with a tone of sarcasm layered over desperation.

“Do you think that’s wise while you’re driving?” Castiel let his hand travel further towards Dean’s crotch, despite his questioning tone. Seeing Dean coming undone like this was extremely arousing.

Dean gasped out, "I knew you were a toppy bastard the moment I met you in that barn." His breathing shuddered, and Castiel felt the car accelerate as Dean pressed his foot down on the gas pedal. "Jesus, Cas…"

“I… don’t understand. Toppy?” Castiel had a strong suspicion that this was something sexual, but the exact connotation wasn’t clear.

Dean's groan was something he would endeavor to draw from him more frequently. "How are you still so innocent? And you have no idea how sexy it is… So dominant and naive at the same time. Like that time you pushed me against that alley wall? Just… do you have any idea how turned on I was?"

“Ohh, really? That’s very interesting information. I had no idea you like to be dominated…” Castiel purposefully placed emphasis on that last word. “Maybe I should tell you to pull over on the next available side road and get into the backseat? How would you respond to that?” His hand had now reached the bulge in Dean’s jeans, but he barely grazed it over the cloth.

A small whimper escaped Dean's lips, and he whispered, "Please…"

Castiel gave Dean a smile, that he hoped conveyed how pleased he was with this turn of events, and said, “It would make me very happy if you would find the nearest side road, pull over, and get immediately into the backseat.”

Dean inhaled deeply and used his turn signal to indicate he was changing lanes. After a few minutes, he veered off at a tree-lined drive and pulled into an area concealed from the main road. Parked, his seatbelt unfastened, Dean quickly opened his door and moved to get in the back seat.

“Very good,” Castiel praised, following suit to join Dean in the back. Unfortunately, there was a huge panda where he wanted to get in. He hadn’t meant what he said about leaving him by the side of the road, although he needed to remove this obstacle quickly before Dean changed his mind.

He unfastened the bear’s seatbelt and lifted it to push it over the back of the front seat. It was less pliable than he had hoped however, and it got stuck halfway, requiring help from Dean to get it out of the way completely.

"Not for nothin', Cas, but the last stuffed animal that got in my way got shot." Dean pushed at Inias's back until he popped over the seat, grumbling something about getting hot and sweaty.

“I’m glad you didn’t shoot Inias. It isn’t his fault he was in the way,” Castiel said, looking at the panda, which was now lying on its front in the front seat. He had much more important matters to attend to though, and he turned his attention back to Dean. “Now where were we?” he breathed, gazing into those green eyes he adored so much.

"We were in the front seat," Dean responded, full of snark.

“There was a time when your sense of humour would have thrown me. But not anymore. It’s a part of you to admire, just like your freckles.” Castiel had had enough of waiting and he grabbed a handful of Dean’s shirt and yanked him forward into a bruising kiss.

He could only describe Dean's reaction as melting. He went pliant under Castiel's hands, body warm and malleable. "Cas," he whined.

“Dean,” Castiel moaned in response. “I… want to feel you.” He began feverishly opening Dean’s shirt buttons, before losing patience and pushing the garment up with his hands, trying to get it over his head.

"Cas, let me get this." Dean quickly finished unbuttoning the shirt and shrugged out of it, then pulled off his t-shirt.

Castiel took a moment to admire the beauty of Dean’s form, before touching a hand to Dean’s chest and running it over the freckled skin. Dean trembled under his touch, and made a tiny sound that Castiel thought sounded almost like a cat. The knowledge that he was the cause of this reaction in Dean - the strongest human he had ever known - was intoxicating.

“Lay down,” he said, voice husky from want.

Dean did as he was told and watched wide-eyed as Castiel began removing his own clothes; trench coat, blazer, shirt and tie, all of which were thrown on top of the poor unfortunate panda. At least he won’t be able to see what we’re doing, Castiel thought, wondering why he was suddenly thinking of the stuffed toy as a sentient being.

Dean’s fingers were brushing Castiel’s bare chest now, and he suddenly understood why Dean had reacted the way he did. The feeling of his lover touching his skin was like nothing he could describe, but he knew he didn’t want it to stop.

Castiel slid over Dean and kissed him again, feeling the rise and fall of Dean’s chest beneath his, before he went on an exploration with his mouth. He kissed Dean’s jaw, neck, collar bone, nipple… this drew a hiss from Dean as he arched his back off the seat.

"Oh, Cas," Dean moaned as he buried his fingers in Castiel's hair and trailed his other hand down his back, fingernails scraping along his shoulder blades. "More... please."

He wrapped his lips around the little bud and flicked it with his tongue. He delighted in the noises Dean made at this, and repeated the action before moving to the other nipple.

Dean rolled his hips up against Castiel's front, and he could feel the length of his erection brushing against his abdomen. Growling, he sank his teeth into the meat of Dean's pectoral, marking him in a way he'd only dreamed of before.

The indecent moan that Dean let out caused an intense reaction in Castiel, and he ground his own erection against Dean’s. They were both breathing heavily as Castiel leaned back up and moved his hands to open the fastenings on his pants, hoping that Dean would follow suit and undress with him.

As Dean started unbuttoning his jeans, he said, "Cas, shoes. I can't get to my boots."

Castiel briefly considered making Dean’s boots - and maybe everything else he was wearing too - disappear with a snap of his fingers, but he had a feeling that removing them slowly would be a more pleasurable experience. Reaching down, he started pulling at the laces and loosening them enough to slip first one boot then the other from Dean’s feet, all the while taking every opportunity to caress his calves. The socks came off next, and they were piled on top of Castiel’s clothes, on top of Inias.

Lifting his hips, Dean pushed his jeans down as much as he could, given Castiel's position. His underwear were tented, and Castiel reached out to slowly pull the waistband down.

He couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of Dean’s member as it sprung free. It was… how did Dean describe it? Hard enough to screw nails? Castiel wrapped his fingers around the length and began to stroke, watching Dean’s face to gauge his reaction.

Dean's breath hitched, head fell back against the seat, and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. "Jesus, Cas, feel free to never stop doing that."

“I think that would become uncomfortable after a while,” Castiel smiled, knowing full well how it made Dean feel when he took everything so literally. “You wouldn’t want this pretty appendage to fall off now, would you?” He sped up his movements as he spoke, noting how Dean’s cock was becoming more slippery as he became more aroused. Deciding that he needed even more lubrication, however, Castiel stopped to lick his palm before resuming his motions.

Dean choked out, "If it hasn't happened by now, I think we're-" He paused as Castiel neared the head of his penis.

“You are very fond of pleasuring yourself,” Castiel stated, never once pausing in his ministrations. “My father said he had never seen so much porn.” He ran his thumb over the head, and Dean gripped the seat so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"Feels so good, Cas. Also, no talking about parents during sex. It's a rule. If I wasn't so turned on, you would have killed my boner." Dean looked down and asked, "Mind if I try something?"

“I would very much like for you to try something.” Castiel was excited to know what Dean had in mind.

Dean let go of the seat and reached up to draw Castiel into another kiss. It was slow and easy, as Dean trailed his hands down his back to tease at the edge of his pants. "Off, please," he whispered against Castiel's lips.

Castiel had to let go of Dean’s penis to open his pants, and the hunter let out a sigh as he released his hold. He slipped them and his underwear down until he got them low enough to kick off onto the floor of the car. Once he had removed his shoes and socks he got the rest of his clothing out of the way, leaving him completely naked.

He could feel Dean's eyes tracking every inch of revealed skin. The hunter pulled him down so that they were finally naked flesh to naked flesh. "Later I want to worship every inch of you, Cas, but right now…" Dean worked his hand between their bodies and grasped Castiel's member that was already leaking fluid from its tip. He groaned as Dean tightened his grip, spreading the ejaculate and causing some delicious friction.

"Wish I had some lube for this…"

“Would it-” Castiel let out a loud groan, as Dean twisted his wrist a little, in a way that made him see stars. “Ohhhhhh…”

The look on Dean's face was sheer sin. "Like that, angel?"

“Y-yes. Fuck,” Castiel panted, finding it difficult all of a sudden to form a coherent sentence.

Dean surged up and growled in his ear, "Then you're going to love this." Castiel felt his hunter's hand loosen just enough to brush his own erection against the flesh he was already holding. He encircled both as much as he could in his fist, then slowly resumed stroking.

Castiel came to the conclusion that the sensation of Dean’s hand, plus the friction of their erections rubbing together must actually be mind blowing. He could focus on nothing but the feeling that was building inside him, and the movement of Dean’s hand. He was only vaguely aware of the noises he was making, and the increasing volume of said noises.

"Fuck, Cas, you're so goddamn sexy. Can't wait to feel you come all over me. Wanna know how you sound when you fall apart. Need to see you, please? Let me see those gorgeous fucking eyes while you spill across my hand? Please, baby?"

Castiel lifted his head and stared deeply into Dean’s eyes, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. Everything about being with Dean in such an intimate way was beyond his wildest imaginings. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered. “Wanted to touch you, to k…” He couldn’t hold it in any longer, and he gasped out as his orgasm rushed through him, and he spilled his seed over Dean’s hand.

Dean held his gaze, pupils blown as he watched Castiel's release. His strokes sped up, slicking the channel of his hand with Castiel's come as he chased his own orgasm. The other cupped Castiel's cheek. "You're so beautiful, angel. And you feel so good. Ahhh, please touch me. Please, Cas!"

Castiel lifted one of his hands to Dean’s chest, where he caressed the skin tenderly for a moment before turning his attention to Dean’s nipple. He began rubbing his thumb over it, making him squirm underneath him. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, Dean Winchester. Come for me,” he purred.

And Dean did. Castiel watched as his lover fell apart under their combined ministrations, his irises darkening to a vivid forest green. The noises he was making cut off as his body shook one final time; then Dean pulled Castiel down on top of him and hugged him tightly, laughing softly. "You blew the windows out of my car. Better fix that so we can get home for round two."

Castiel lifted his head and saw that Dean was telling the truth; the intensity of their lovemaking had obviously created a power surge strong enough to destroy the windows. It wasn't just his mind that had been blown.

"I am so sorry," he said apologetically, using his grace to clean them up. “My intention was not to damage your car.”

Dean brushed his thumb between Castiel's eyebrows, smoothing the frown he hadn't even realized was building there. "As long as you mojo her back, I think Baby will forgive you."

“That’s a relief,” he chuckled. “I wouldn’t want her to hold it against me.” He pulled his clothes back on as Dean did the same, issuing an apology to Inias as he retrieved the items, before climbing out of the car and placing his hand on the hood. The splintered glass reformed, and in a matter of seconds all of the windows were whole again.

As he glanced at Dean, he noticed a look of lust on his face. "Holy shit, that was hot. Get in the car and let's get to the bunker."

Castiel rolled his eyes at the panda, which was in his way once more. “I’m sorry, Inias,” he said as he removed the stuffed toy from the front seat and situated him in the back again. “I promise not to cover you with my clothing again.”

The indulgent smirk on Dean's face as Castiel sat in the front seat and buckled his seatbelt made him blush. Then he lifted his "dom brow", as he'd heard it referred to, and palmed Dean's thigh. "Shouldn't you be driving?"

Dean gave Castiel a quick salute, before turning the key in the ignition and setting off for home. Castiel felt a warmth spread through him, at the thought of the bunker being home… and all of the activities Dean and he might indulge in, now that the nature of their relationship had changed.

Sam would be understanding, surely, and Inias wouldn’t get in their way in Dean’s bedroom.

Their bedroom.

*****

It was a Thursday night, and they were in their recently soundproofed bedroom. Sam had finally confessed that the headphones he had purchased were not working as well as advertised, and in an effort to make everyone more comfortable, Castiel had warded the walls with every silencing sigil he could find.

Dean had Castiel bent over the end of his bed and was thrusting into him vigorously. Castiel was moaning, absolutely loving the feel of Dean inside him.

"C'mon, Cas. Come for me, sunshine."

Castiel wanted to. He really did. He desperately needed release, but… "Dean, Balthazar is watching."

He let out a particularly loud cry as Dean slammed into his prostate, then leaned over him and bit his earlobe. "It's just a stuffed lion, babe. He can't actually see us."

Logically, Castiel knew that. However, he had named all of the toys Dean brought him after his fallen brethren, not considering the idea that they might one day be audience to activities he'd rather they not see.

"Please, Dean. Can we stop just long enough to turn him around?" Castiel pleaded.

The hunter whispered in his ear, "Balthazar knew. He knew you were in love with me. I highly doubt he would be surprised to find us fucking like bunnies."

"But Dean…" he started to argue, until Dean reached around and started stroking his dick in time to his thrusts. "Ooohhhhh, unnghh, Dean! Fuck yes! Right there! Oh fuck, you're so deep, pleeeease!"

"I love how filthy your mouth gets when I'm inside you, angel. And don't think I don't know you have an exhibitionist streak. You made me scream your name in that Burger King bathroom last week, then came when you heard that guy clear his throat in the next stall."

Teasing the slit of Castiel's cock, Dean continued, "C'mon, Cas, I know you're close, baby. You're so fucking tight around me." There was a groan in his ear as Castiel intentionally clenched the muscles surrounding Dean's erection. His hunter pulled out and slammed back in harder and faster, creating a friction against Castiel's prostate that was making him forget whatever it was he had been objecting to.

Dean growled low, "Give it to me, love," and Castiel came across the bedspread, body shaking and mind deliriously blank of everything but Dean's term of endearment.

Castiel came back down as Dean spilled inside him, teeth sunk into his shoulder. He fell to the mattress, avoiding the pool of his ejaculate and said, "That was a dirty trick. You know I can't resist when you call me 'love'."

Dean chuckled and nuzzled the back of his neck. "You like it dirty. Don't deny it."

Castiel smiled and pulled as much of Dean around him as he could. As much as he loved the stuffed gifts Dean brought him, "just because", the hunter would always be his favorite teddy bear.

"I love you, Dean Winchester."

"I know." He felt Dean's lips curl against his shoulder, then the gentlest of kisses.

"I love you, too, Cas.”

This fic is for you @anyreiart, on your birthday, from punk-is-notdead and @eyesofatragedy67. Much love to you. Also tagging @mugglerock, because we love you too.

#destiel fanfic #destiel #fanfic #author: Eyes_of_a_Tragedy #author: tfw_cas

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"Arright," Jesse slurs, sliding slovenly into the beat-up old sofa in the corner of the rumpus room, waggling his cigar in Hanzo's face with a mischievous grin, "arright-- I got somethin'. Never have I..."

PREDICTABLY, this one gets real horny real fast. Rated E for NastEEE.

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“Arright,” Jesse slurs, sliding slovenly into the beat-up old sofa in the corner of the rumpus room, waggling his cigar in Hanzo’s face with a mischievous grin, “arright– I got somethin’. Never have I…”

“The game is over, McCree,” Hanzo snorts, waving him away.

“Naw, naw, naw… that was the kids’ version.” Jesse tosses his head at the door, as if implying the four hours they’d just spent with the rest of the team – who’d all had enough sense to go to bed by now – was just the lead-up to the true point of this evening. Reinhardt and Lucio are still here, but they are across the room, smiling and chatting well out of ear-shot. Which may be lucky for them. “This round’s for the big dogs.”

“If you are about to get even more lewd than Angela’s med school dormitory confession, then get me another beer.”

“I’mma get even more lewd than Genji’s bukka–”

“Never mention that to me again,” Hanzo groans, face in his hand.

Jesse cackles and only staggers a little when he stands and, gentleman that he is, pulls a brew from the very bottom of the now mostly-watery cooler. The rumpus room at Gibraltar has seen better days, but they’ve managed to outfit it with most of the essentials: a couple sofas, some recliners, big holovid, a few games. The cooler is Reinhardt’s, which accounts for its size, but even this prime resource is running low.

He’ll have to make some kind of move before Hanzo can finish this beer, or he’ll miss his window and all this liquid courage will have been wasted.

Jesse thumps back onto the sofa, tucked into the arm opposite Hanzo, and passes him the beer. “Alright now. Never have I ever–”

“Wait.” Hanzo opens the beer and takes a long swig, the kind of deep gulps that make his throat stretch and Jesse’s thighs shift in his seat. “You may,” he burps, “Continue.”

Jesse snickers. He hasn’t had a drinking buddy like this since Blackwatch. “Never have I ever… wait. Wait.”

“What now?”“What did we establish?” Jesse sets his beer down on the coffee table and counts off on his metal fingers. “We both’ve had threesomes. Both’ve had sex in a car, a train, a plane, and at least four restaurants and or clubs. Both’ve had sex blindfolded and tied up and…”

“Is this round to only be about sex? There are other subjects.”“Well, feel like we covered everything else, and, to be frank… if we talk about the more nefarious shit we’ve both gotten up to, this night’s gonna take a dark turn real quick.”Hanzo grunts in reluctant agreement. He was slumped before, but now he sits up with considerable effort, like a sleepy king still trying to keep up appearances. “Go on then.”

“Never have I ever… uhh…” Then Jesse slaps his knee. Points at Hanzo like he’s got him. “Never have I ever had somethin’ up my ass that wasn’t a body part or toy!”

Hanzo tilts his head up, thinking. Jesse, who’d been expecting either a snort of disgust or a look of simple derision, is on the edge of his seat.

After some consideration, Hanzo drinks and Jesse brays: “WHAT? What was it?!”“The handle of another man’s knife.”

“That’s…” Jesse knows he doesn’t have the self control to finish that sentence without playing all his cards at once. So he just hisses through his teeth and tries to get a hold of himself. Takes a puff of his cigar and mouths around the end. “Jesus Christ. Alright. Your turn. Shit.”

Hanzo looks smugly at Jesse. “Never have I ever slept with my boss.”“That ain’t fair.” Jesse drinks. “You never had a boss.”

“That is the point of the game. To use one’s knowledge of each others’ differences to win.”

“No, the object is’t’learn ‘bout each other and fun and… well, anyway, I ain’t got a big-mouth brother to tell me all the gossip ‘bout my new team members.” Then Jesse narrows his eyes. Aims to kill. “Never have I ever eaten food off of someone’s naked body.”

Hanzo rolls his eyes and drinks. But Jesse has little time to celebrate. “Never have I ever had sex in womens’ clothing.”

Jesse’s jaw drops. “How’d you know?”Hanzo chuckles darkly. “What was it? Bad dare gone wrong?”“Nah,” Jesse shrugs, smirks like the devil, “I just look really good in a brassiere and thigh highs.”

Jesse sees his brow flick up. The effect reminds him very much of a cat waving its tail. “What color?”

“Kind of a tangerine.”“Hn,” Hanzo slowly grunts, shifts his body so that it’s more open to Jesse. Leans his jaw on his hand. “Suits you.”It takes a second for Jesse to remember that they’re playing a game, but in his defense, he is playing two games at once, and one has much higher stakes. “Never have I ever…” He strokes his beard. Considers. “Worn a spreader for more’n an hour.”Hanzo chokes on his beer. Curses in Japanese as he wipes it off his shirt.Jesse grins with deep satisfaction. So the man likes ‘em dressed up and spread out. “Does that count as a drink?”“No. Kuso. You are not even playing well.”

“Alright. Go on, then. I’m still sober enough to find my dorm. Don’t know about you.”

“Never have I ever…” Hanzo hesitates, swallows. Looks at Jesse with strained determination. “…Gone home with a bartender.”

“Now you’re just walkin’ backwards into tame territory,” Jesse drawls after his drink. “Game gettin’ too hard for ya, old man?”Hanzo smirks, and though it’s brief – like a poker tell – Jesse feels a little fear crawl up his spine. Decides to go for broke. “Never have I ever been spanked with anything but a hand or a riding crop.”Hanzo’s face darkens in the most satisfying way yet. He looks over Jesse like he might drink him up too, but he leaves his beer alone. In fact, he settles more deeply into the sofa.

Jesse wonders if he’s pushing too hard. “Y’ready for bed? We can–”“Never have I ever sucked someone off while they were driving.”

Jesse’s brows flare just listening to Hanzo say that out loud. That intense stare, that unashamed enunciation. Hanzo stares like a drawn gun. Jesse can feel his eyes on his chest while he drinks, the spot where four buttons air out the hair that spreads up half of his pectorals. He can feel sweat form at the spot along with his temples.

Hanzo drapes an arm across the back of the sofa. Seems to move closer without effort. “Military vehicle?”Jesse shakes his head. “Truck.”“Was it your idea or his?”“Mine.” Jesse feels some of the levity in the air get replaced by sudden, coiled arousal. Doesn’t know what to do about it. Wasn’t ready for it, even if it was his plan all along. “Was a long ride. Got bored.”

Hanzo lifts his drink to his lips. “Did he pull over before he came down your throat?”“Jesus. Jesus, Han.”

“Never have I ever–”“It ain’t your turn.”“I will say when I am finished.” He’s somehow now even closer on the sofa. “Never have I ever been fucked by two men at once.”Jesse drops his jaw. Despite all the drinking, his throat’s gone dry. But he locks eyes with the other man anyway, downs more beer anyway. Gives him a slow, slick smile anyway. “That one wasn’t my idea. But I held up real well.”

“You took them both at once?” Hanzo mutters, voice now lower and softer. More appropriate to their closer quarters.“Yeah. Yeah, I did.” Jesse spreads his knees over the sofa despite the hammering of his heart. “One laying down, one standing from behind.”

“Did you come on them like that?”

“Fuck,” Jesse hisses, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”“Did they fill you up well,” Hanzo trails his fingertips across the back of Jesse’s hand, “Did they give it to you hard for being such a good boy?”“Christ. You’re gonna kill me, Hanzo…”

But Hanzo is even closer now, easily within touching distance and Jesse has no idea how. Never really registered his movement, though he has had a few by now. Can’t bring himself to care with all the need coiling in his guts, the sharp shudders threatening to make him do something stupid. It’s all he can do to stay still now that he can see the very subtle start of Hanzo’s morning stubble, can smell the Czech pilsner on his breath, can count the scales on the dragon from where the man’s yukata slips down his shoulder.

“Never have I ever kissed a man in Gibraltar,” Hanzo noses close to Jesse’s jaw.

Jesse would smile, but he’s way too focused on the playful knowing in Hanzo’s half-grin. It’s the last thing he sees before their lips are together, soft at first, then quickly sloppy and impish and perfect. They both know how drunk they are, and how neither probably want things to go much further than this tonight, and so both settle into the luxury of a winding, aimless kiss with deep sighs and quiet, revenant moans. If Reinhardt and Lucio are even still in the room, neither take notice.

By the time they part, Jesse is winded. “Guess I have to drink now.”

“No more drinking.” Then Hanzo grins and leans to press his lips right up against the soft, sensitive shell of Jesse’s ear. “Never have I ever…”

And then Hanzo whispers into his ear something so graphic, so specific, so obscene that Jesse feels his heart locomotive straight into his belly, feels that shudder he’s been suppressing pulse upward from the same spot. He’s never met someone as kinky as he is and Hanzo just blew him away with one shot on a half-drunken brain at 3:30 in the morning.

“I’m gonna,” Jesse wheezes, “Need to write that one down.”

“I will remember.” Then Hanzo settles on top of Jesse, kisses him again, and neither hold their win against the other come morning.

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