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knightsofsliverandgoldstory · 1 year

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Marc-André Fleury/ F!OC

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Summery: A story where a world famous goaltender with a heart and soul of gold becomes a knight in shining silver for a female hockey player in the NHL who is trying to balance being a single mother and athlete after just being traded to the Vegas Golden Knights. Can Marc-André Fleury show Barlow Kane he can be the father her daughter never had, help her make a home and a life in Nevada and be the love of her life she never thought she would find?

Warnings: maybe a swear word or two?

Word count: 2,318

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"I got to go mom. First day of training with the team.... yes mama... I know. Yes.... I love you too. Bye!" After shoving her phone into her bag she throw her bag into the cubby. Running a hand over her dark dirty blonde hair, Barlow Kane pulled it back into a braid. She quickly pulled on her padding, pulling on her uniform before grabbing her #42 Golden Knights Jersey. She pulled on her skates and laced them tight before tucking her hair up onto her helmet. She grabbed a stick and speed walked out to the rink. The 28, soon to be 29 year old pushed off onto the ice as the cold air of the rink hit her face.

Barlow was the younger sister of Patrick Kane, she has been playing hockey almost as long as he had. She had recently been traded to the Vegas Golden Knights from the Edmonton Oilers. This was her first practice with the team since moving. She went to the corner behind the net and began to stretch. She was on of the first ones on the ice. Some of the men were standing around talking before going to get padding on, others just skating around for fun before going to get their gear on. She warmed up before starting speed drills.

Barlow took off like a bullet from a gun, shooting across the ice to the other side of the rink as fast as her legs could carry her. She was ranked the 2nd fastest skater in the NHL. The speed she brought to the ice was insane. She moved faster then most, took turns far sharper and was not afraid to crash. She was crazy in most eyes. But she lived for the Thrill. She pushed her legs faster, picking up more speed. She slid to a stop, snow spraying high on the glass before she was off again, racing for the other side of the rink. She moved with such ease you couldn't tell she was working hard. She smiled as she slid to a stop again at the net, snow flying over the net in a sheet. She took off once more racing for the other other. She slid to a stop and before she could turn to race to the other side she noticed two men standing at the bench watching her. One was taller, his hat backwards as he leaned on his stick. His dark eyes followed her as she moved. He had a strong jaw line and laugh lines around his eyes. He was handsome with tanned skin and cocoa colored eyes that seems to search your soul.

Barlow smiled slightly at him before going back to her speed drills. She raced fast on the ice, snow flying onto the glass as she slid to a stop before turning.

"Who is that out there?" The taller of the 2 men, Marc-André Fleury asked. He watched as she moved so smoothly on the ice, how fast and strong she was. Her blue eyes had seemed to take his breath away when she looked at him.

"That's Barlow Kane. Patrick Kane's little sister. She just got traded to here." The goalie coach standing next to Flower answered him. He looked up to see Flower's eyes never leaving the woman, his face filled with wonder as she moved. He laughed and slapped Marc-André on the back.

"Good luck man. She is not the easiest person to get to know. She typically keeps to herself from what I hear." He tried to tell the star goalie. But Flower was in his own world as he watched her move.

Barlow stopped her speed drills and took some pucks to start some patterns runs. She looked up to see the tall man still watching her. She knew he was, Marc-André Fleury. One of the best goalkeepers in the NHL. And she had been one of the lucky few to score on him inna dramatic way. She saw him disappear down the tunnel, probably to get into his gear. Other players started to come out into the ice and she watched them from her corner. She watched as they warmed up, trying to remember each player and their skills. She passed the puck around her feet, moving her blade fast back and forth. She was standing behind the one net, trying to stay away from the others as she was not ready to make friends yet.

Barlow was so focused on her passes she never heard the skater come up behind her till a voice brought her out of her daze.

"Hello." A soft, french accent said behind her. Barlow jumped and turned around to come face to face with Marc-André Fleury. His soft smile and his deep set dark eyes made her heart flutter. "I'm Marc-André Fleury. But people call me Flower. Welcome to the team." He spoke softly.

Barlow took his out reached hand after she took of her glove and shook his warm hand. She smiled lightly up at him. Her small 5'7 frame looked even shorter next to his 6'2.

"Barlow Kane. Alot of people call me BK or K-Low." She said softly back to him. She let go of his hand and pulled her glove back on. She leaned on her stick as he placed his helmet onto the net. He placed his water bottle into the pocket on the back of the net and he leaned against the crossbars as he looked at her.

"I like Barlow. Its different, like my name." He smiled brightly at her. Barlow shook her head with a smile and grabbed her stick standing up straight.

"I should get practicing." She said as she started to skate away. She felt his eyes on her as she started to do some zig zag drills with the puck. She moved fast. Her skating saying she was sure of her skills. She started to skate backwards with the puck when Peter DeBoar, the head coach came out onto the ice.

"Alright everyone. We are gonna work on shootouts and slapshots. But first I would like you all to welcome the newest Knight to the team, Barlow Kane." He said waving Barlow over to him. She skated over, sliding to a stop and giving a small wave. "Barlow is a Two Way Forward and brings alot od speed to the ice. She is going to really help us this year on our cup run boys." Peter said before patting Barlow on the shoulder.

"Why dont you show us some of your speed and take a shot at getting the puck past Flower?" He asked her. Barlow nodded and took a puck and went to the far side of the rink from Flower. She knew he didnt remember her, but she was going to make him remember. Last year she made a power play move that shocked the crowd. She single handedly took the puck from one side of the rink to the other, snowed out Flower, sending the puck over his head to bar down into the net, winning the Oilers the game and sending them into the Playoffs. So that's what she was going to do now. She was going to show them exactly who she was on the ice.

Barlow dropped the puck onto the ice and clicked her helmet strap together. She eyed up Flower who pulled his helmet down. She smiled and took off at top speed, racing across the rink like a bolt of lightning. The puck was in front of her, she moved it side to side so he couldn't tell which way she was going to shot it. She got closer, she saw him getting ready to go down to block it. Just what she wanted. She came within 10 feet of him before hitting the breaks, snow flying through the air and over him and the net. She saw him duck his head and she hit the puck, sending it over his head and into the net with a loud *Clink*.

Flower looked up, covered in snow and shook his body to shake it off. He stood up and Barlow stood there, and smacked her stick against the ice with a cocky grin on her face.

"Remember me?" She smirked. She saw his face light up, his lips curled into a smile as his eyes danced.

"You pulled that same stunt a year ago. You went to the playoffs then because of it." He laughed. Barlow smiled and took a bow as the other guys clapped or laughed. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Peter standing behind her.

"Nicely done. That gentleman... is how we will get to the Playoffs this year." He said before patting her shoulder again. "Welcome to the team Miss Kane!" He said before walking off. Barlow smiled before skating to the side of the rink as others worked on slapshots at Flower. She took a drink of water, feeling the cold liquid rin down her throat. They practiced for a good 3 hours before calling it quites. Barlow slowly made her way to the locker room, her legs on fire. She stripped of her padding and grabbed clothes for a shower. They had put in a shower separate from the guys for her. She let the hot water rush over her sore body and sighed at how good it felt. She knew she had to hurry, the babysitter was going to be dropping her 3 year old daughter off soon. She soon shut off the water and pulled on shorts and a shirt that hugged her curves before walking out to the locker room. What she saw surprised her.

Her daughter Harper was very shy around new people, especially men. Harper's father had died when she was 2 weeks old, so she never had a father figure on her life to help raise her. Barlow had raised her on her own in Canada with the help of her best friend who babysat her when she was at hockey.

She found her daughter sitting on Marc-André Fleury's lap as he tickled her belly, his nose nuzzled into her soft curly red hair. "Ain't you just the cutest thing." His accent was thick as he smiled at the child. Harper giggled and placed a hand on his face.

"You pretty." She said softly making him chuckle. Her daughter turned her head and saw Barlow standing at her cubby a few down from Flower's and she squealed, wiggling from his arms. "Mommy!" She cried running to her mother. Barlow smiled, bending down to pick up her baby. Harper was her heart and soul. She loved her child more then anything.

"Hey baby." She sighed as she held her daughter, hugging her tightly.

"Mommy I made pretty friend." Harper said pointing to Flower. Marc-André stood up and walked towards them as Harper smiled and waved at him. Barlow smiled, still in shock at how much she took to a stranger.

"She is beautiful. I didnt know you were married." He said as he poked Harper's side. Barlow felt her smile slip and she ducked her head a bit.

"I'm not married. My fiancee died 2 weeks after she was born." She said softly.

"My Daddy is a Angel now." Harper said.

Barlow watched as Flower's smile slipped away and he looked down at the ground before looking at Harper. "My Daddy is a Angel too Little One." He said softly. He looked up at Barlow and she saw companion in his eyes. "I'm sorry for your lose. But you have a beautiful little girl." He said, his accent thick and deep. She felt her heart flutter at the sound of his voice. She held Harper close to her, nuzzling her face into her soft curls.

"Thank you." She whispered. She looked down at Harper and kissed her nose. "Come on Little Bird. Let's go get lunch baby." She said as she shifter her on her hip so she could grab her bag.

"Harper! Oh there you are! I'm so sorry Barlow. I went to the bathroom and she ran out of the room." Katie Deck, Barlow's best friend said as she rushed into the room. Barlow smiled and shook her head.

"No worries. She made a new friend and he watched her while I was getting dressed." She said before flashing a smile at Flower. "See you around." She said before walking out of the locker room with Harper in her hip. Marc-André watched her leave, leaning against the wall. His heart fluttered. Something about the younger Kane made him want to get to know her, and get close to her, and possibly fall in love with her. With a shake of his head he went back to his seat and finished getting dressed, slipping a shirt over his head. Stone poked him in the ribs, making him jump slightly.

"I saw that."

"What did you see, Stoney?"

Mark raised his eyebrow at him and gave him a knowing looking. "Don't play stupid, Flower. I saw the way you looked at the younger Kane."

Trying to hide his smile, Marc looked down at his shoes, tying them tighter. "I was being nice. Her daughter was adorable and I wanted her to feel comfortable."

Mark wasn't fooled in the slightest. He shook his head and grabbed his bag as he stood up. "She is shy and not very talkative. And she has every right to be. Just be careful." He said with a pat to Marc's shoulder before walking out of the room. Flower leaned back against the wall of his bench and let out a sigh. Looking over at Barlow's bunch, he smiled slightly.

"I'll do whatever I can to make you feel welcome here." He thought softly to himself.

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baby-turtles · 3 years

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omg i loved that!! please continue with their story!

I’m sorry if this is so crummy … was kinda stuck with where to go with the story. Feel free to send concepts of what you’d like.

Part 2

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Arriving home was the usual process of waiting around exiting the plane, collecting baggage heading through customs, I then prayed no media was around just family waiting.

I walked through the international exit I had a quickly scanning the area around thankfully no immediate crazy paparazzi or media waiting around, that I could see. My mum stood there with a big welcome home sign my brother by her side huge smiles on their faces.

As we left the airport I opened my messages to see numerous messages from Grayson and my friends demanding to know what was going on. I immediately called Grayson to let him know I had arrived safely and was on the way home. He apologised profusely for the paparazzi and article hoping it had not effected my arrival home and to be honest it hadn’t really in the sense everything was fine as far as I knew but I also knew I would have to respond to my friends and let them know what was going on. I’d decided once I got home and had a chance to shower, relax and catch a breath I would explain everything to my friends but it was too late as our car pulled up into the drive way I was bombarded with my two best friends waiting at my door. Unbeknown to me there was also a car across the street with a man and his wide lens camera, capturing my arrival home the chaos my best friends were unleashing and my mum snd brother struggling with my luggage, before heading home and promising to be back the following day.

“Welcome home bitch!! What the fuck!” “Yes!!! What clauds said. We’re you not going to say anything? You’re literally all over the explore page on instagram!!”

Yes that’s how you want to be greeted home after a 14 hour flight full of crippling anxiety. But these are my best friends Claudia and Olivia 18 years of friendship between us so I kinda expected it considering my big secret.

“I know, I’m sorry you both have questions and I promise you I have answers but not out here, I need to shower.” I pleaded pulling them into the house. Before noticing the silver Toyota driving off.

“Ok fine we’ll allow it, but you’re insane we hope you know that. Do you know what kind of gossip storm is already brewing on our socials! People we haven’t even spoken to in like 10 years are resharing the photos! Like EMILY!!”

“I figured, I’m sure there will be more too. Did either of you see the silver car across the road when you got here?”

“Mmm no, just your neighbours, why?”

“Nothing never mind. I’ll be back in 10 Im not washing my hair but I need to freshen up, make yourselves at home, as always”

With that I was off to the shower messaging Grayson to let him know I believed someone had already found my house and let him know my girl friends were with me so you weren’t alone. He sent a soppy message in response about how much he missed and loves you. Also that sledge hadn’t stopped whining since he’d come home from the airport, he also reminded not to worry as his people were dealing with it all and that probably laying low for the next couple day until he arrived would be for the best.

As I walked out of the bathroom to the laundry i could hear both girls in the kitchen scavenging for food and complaining at the lack of options you had to offer them in such a crisis.

“You both know I haven’t been here for months clearly I’m not going to have many options to eat” you laughed watching them check all your cupboards.

“Well that’s not good enough in this crisis, we’re ubering Chinese and wine so get talking” Claudia sassed

“Well what do you want to know?” I knew this was going to be a lot for them to take in and weren’t sure you were prepared for their reactions when you eventually revealed what was going on.

“You know me I’m going to keep it simple and Claudia is going to interrogate. Firstly before the interrogation is it serious?”

“I know and I’m ready, but I don’t know if you’re both ready so can we sit in the lounge so we can all be comfortable for my interrogation” I responded before collapsing onto the couch.

“Yes it’s very serious” saying it out aloud made the necklace feel even heavier around your neck.

“Okay so how did you meet him?”

“Tinder, and yes I know I said I would never but everyone was in relationships I was on my own as always and I knew you were both over me complaining so I bit the bullet signed up and found him. To be honest I did initially think he was a catfish but he wasn’t and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been”

“So this has been going on a while then?”

“Well yeah we started talking a year and 2 months ago. We’ve been official for at least 11 months.”

“When you went to America for 2 weeks that was what”

“It was us meeting for the first time and him convincing me I shouldn’t end what we had because we live long distance, he made it official then.” Trying to hide your smile remembering the two weeks of bliss shared was so hard.

“Has he been to Australia in that time?”

“No he’s coming this week so everyone can meet him, well mum and marcus have already met him ‘cos as you know they were in LA for a couple weeks with me”

“So the fams in on it too, I see… What are their thoughts…” this was it, I took my necklace off held the ring in my hand and continued.

“They both love him and his family, given their blessing. They all get along so well, I can’t wait for you both to meet him. Especially because we’re going to have to enact our maid of honour pact.” A pact we made as 16 year olds dreaming of our perfect weddings only to realise we could only have one maid of honour so we made a pact. I would be Claudia’s, Claudia would be Olivia’s and Olivia would be my maid of honour.

In the midst of their screams of horror, happiness, emotion and commotion the door bell saved me for a moment to catch my breath getting our food and wine before, re-entering the madness.

“You’re getting married!!” “Where’s the ring?” “Is it going to be here?” “Holy fuck. This isn’t real!” “Is it?” I just put out my hand ring heavy on my finger tears in my eyes. Thats it. It is actually real. I’m going to be marrying Grayson Dolan.

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pretoriafics · 3 years

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Russian Roulette - Pt. 4

In this series, you will find: Alternative Universe, Soulmate plot, Angst, Fluff. In this chapter, you will find: Things finally make sense, and now you can fight. Word count: 2.069 Pairings: Reader x Platonic! Scott and Stiles Original characters of this chapter: Haytham, your brand new mentor. Warnings: English is not my main language <3 Yeah, it was based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna Russian Roulette series: Chapter Three | Chapter Five RUSSIAN ROULETTE MASTERLIST TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

It wasn't hard to find the address the lady wrote you. That address took you to the limits of Beacon Hills, in a lonely and old church on the top of a hill. The wooden doors were open, so you came in.

"Hello? Mr. Haytham Conwell?"

You aren't seeing anybody. Actually, the church was pretty silent. Maybe you came to the wrong place...

"I've never seen you here."

You turn and see an old man, with an eyeglass on his face. He seems so confused as you.

"Oh, hi, good morning!" You give him a smile "I'm (Y/N). Do you know where I can find Mr. Haytham Conwell?"

"I am Haytham Conwell, lady. What do you need in the lord's house?"

Oh, you found him!

"Someone told me you can help me to find answers."

"What kind of answers?"

"A few friends of mine were hiding a secret, but now..." You let out a long sigh "I think this secret is worse than I thought. I mean, maybe you'll think I'm insane and-"

"Who sent you here?"

His expression became darker and, despite thinking about how an old priest could help you, you tell him the story about the ginger woman at the restaurant. Haytham's eyes become wider, scared.

"Show me your arms." He said, commanding.

You look at him, completely confused. What does he want to see in your arms?

"What?"

"Now!"

It was your turn to widen your eyes. You take off your jacket and show your empty arms for him. Haytham narrowed his eyes. To see your arms wasn't enough for him.

"Follow me." He ordered.

Without saying any word more, you'd followed him through the spiral stairs, going upstairs. He pulls an old key from his pocket and opened an old wooden door, revealing a huge library. Haytham points to a mirror that was close to a few tables.

"Go there, to the mirror. I need to see your back."

You blink your eyes repeatedly, without understanding why he needs all of this. Well, considering that a lot of things you don't understand have been happening, you had just obeyed him. You stopped in front of the mirror and Haytham stopped close to you, pulling your shirt a little up.

"Ha! I knew it the moment I saw you! The Devil's Mark!"

Your eyes go to the mirror.

"Oh my God. I haven't seen it before."

It was red lines through your spine, just like someone had slid nails on your skin. However, that lines were forming a quote. Haytham read it.

"Ad Lunae Lumina!"

You pull your shirt down, scared.

"What does it mean?"

"It means 'In the Moonlight', in Latin. Selene let a mark on you. More will be appearing with the time. Your mark is still being created. When it finishes, it will be like this."

Haytham pulls his shirt up and shows you his mark. However, his marks were different: Instead of red lines, he had black lines - just like a tattoo, with the same quote as you.

You sat on the chair close to you. What the hell?!

"What are all of this? I can't understand!"

He pulls his shirt down and sits in the chair in front of you.

"One step at the time, child. I think you should learn the basics first. The ginger woman was the only strange thing you saw?"

You denied with a shake of your head and begun to tell about the things that happened on the night of the party. He hit the table, making you jump in the chair.

"Werewolves!"

"I thought werewolves were just Hollywood things."

"No, they're not. Stay away from that friend of yours, stay away from Derek. They are Devil servants. I know it, I've been fighting against these creatures my entire life."

"But they saved my life!"

"They just want to kill you themselves! Never, ever, believe them. Come on, I'll show you something."

He got up from the chair and begun to walk between the bookshelves while you were following him. Haytham stopped in front of a huge bookshelf. He pulls a book, and both bookshelves open like a door. You'd never thought things like that would be in a church.

"Wow."

When the secret door was open, you saw an entire gun arsenal. Guns, grenades... Haytham has even swords! He looks at you.

"I'll give you a few books. You'll come here every day. I'll teach you to defend yourself and things you need to know about werewolves. Do you know how to shoot with a gun?"

"...No."

Haytham took a dagger and gave it to you. Then, he took a small gun.

"I gave you a silver dagger. Silver can harm them. This gun has silver bullets. Come on, I'll teach you to shoot."

"He's outside, and he wants to kill us!"

Scott wasn't sure about what else he could create to hide the fact that he, Lydia, Jackson, Allison, and Stiles were trapped in a school with a crazy Alpha. So, he lied and told that Derek was trying to kill all of them.

Desperate dominated the entire classroom they were trapped in.

"I'll call the police." Said Lydia, taking her phone.

"No!"

Stiles went in her direction, but Jackson held him. Suddenly, someone knocks on the door.

"Scott, I'd heard your voice. Open it! I'd received your message, what the hell is happening?"

Damn, it was you! Scott's heart almost stopped while he runs to the door to open for you. He pulls you inside of the room and closes the door.

"I- Hey! What are you doing?!"

"Keeping you safe!"

"Safe of what?"

"I didn't send you that message."

"...Oh. We're in trouble, aren't we?"

"Yeah."

"Fortunately, I'd brought my gun."

"Your- what?!"

You take the gun you earned from Haytham.

"My gun."

Stiles widened his eyes, while Allison let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank god!"

Stiles comes close to you and Scott.

"Where did you got this gun? It's from Sebastian?"

"Maybe. Or maybe not." You gave them a smile "Who's trying to kill us?"

"Derek." You heard Jackson say.

You looked to Stiles and Scott. You have been visiting Haytham since last week, so you had learned a few things. You know, now, that there's some Alpha killing people in the city - the same who had tried to kill you. Considering that Scott and Stiles were there, and considering that you saw Derek's car outside, all you can conclude that was the Alpha was in the school.

"We thought that maybe we could get out of here through the ladder." You heard Allison say, pointing to the door close to you. Then, Lydia completed the info:

"But it's locked. We need the keys."

You cross your arms.

"Do you guys know where the keys are?"

"I know." You heard Scott say.

"Okay, here's the plan: You, you, you, and you," You said, pointing your finger to Stiles, Jackson, Lydia, and Allison "You stay here because we need to be discreet. Scott go take the keys and I'll cover him."

Allison got a step forward.

"No, he can't. It's too dangerous!"

Scott goes to Allison, trying to calm her down while Stiles goes talk to you.

"(Y/N) let Scott take the keys alone. You don't know what are you dealing with, you don't understand."

"Yeah Stiles, I know about what I'm dealing with. It isn't Derek."

Stiles looks at you, with his face becoming pale. Scott, with a completely terrified Allison in his arms, looks at you with the same amazement. That moment, they realized you found out the truth you were looking for. Then, you look for everyone.

"Someone should call the police. It will make him run."

Yeah, it could make sense. The Alpha wouldn't do anything with a lot of humans around. It could attract too much attention and too many hunters.

Lydia took her phone and begun to call someone. You opened the door and walk to the corridor, loading your gun with some bullets. Scott came and closes the door, and now you were completely alone with him.

"How did you found out about everything? It was from that day in the woods?" He asked, curious, while you were walking with him.

"Yeah, kind of. I met a guy who taught me a few things. He thinks you're a killer or something, but I disagree with him. You saved my life. I owe you one, puppy." You said, giving him a sweet smile. He smiles at you too. "Who's your Alpha?"

"It's complicated..."

"Oh. Got it. Where Are the keys?"

"I think it's here." Scott opens the door to the gymnasium and points his finger to the stands. "I'll take the keys. Wait here. Shout if you need something."

"If I need protection I'll shoot." You smiled at him. "Don't worry about me."

Scott goes to take the keys under the stands while you watch the environment around you, with your gun in your hands. A few seconds later, full of tension, you heard Scott.

"Found it!"

"Okay, come back, and let's get the hell outta here."

Suddenly, the stands began to close. Your heart almost stopped, while you look around, looking for something that could help Scott.

"Scott, hurry!!"

You saw Scott run in your direction, trying to escape being smashed by the stands. You gave him your hand and when he finally holds it, you pull him. Both of you fell on the floor, and the stands close.

"Damn!" You said, putting yourself on foot "You okay?"

"Yeah, you okay?"

"Yeah." You let out a long sigh "Let's go."

You and Scott began to walk in the classroom direction but, then, you saw the Alpha. It was on four paws, roaring for both of you. You took your gun up, ready to shoot, but Scott put his hand on your arm.

"Take the keys and go."

"No, I'll not leave you."

"You haven't a chance against him, you'll die!"

"But I have special bullets and some tricks."

"(Y/N), please, there's no time to be stubborn!"

The Alpha got a few steps forward and let out a roar. Scott fell on the floor, yelling in pain. He was in mutation. Damn. But you had an idea.

"Hey, moron!" You yelled in the Alpha's direction. You pull the trigger, shooting against it. He deflects of the shoot, stop roaring. Scott stopped to yell and seems like he's still under control. "This is for my lost high heels!"

You shoot again, and you hit it that time. The bullet got into the leg of the Alpha, and he let out a roar for you, in angry.

"Yeah, you know you're in trouble." You said, with your eyes narrowed. "Do you want more wolfsbane bullets? I have a lot of them to you."

Then, you shoot again, and surprisingly the Alpha back off. Scott stands up, with a heavy breath, and you shoot against the Alpha again. You shoot one, two, three times. It deflects again, letting out a low roar, looking at you. It was a warning, and you knew it.

"You know you have a problem bigger than Scott, don't you? That bullet will kill you."

Yeah, the Alpha knew about it. In a way to save itself from death, the Alpha turns itself and runs out of school. The battle has ended that day, but the war wasn't even close to being won.

"You okay, Scott?"

He was breathing heavily, but he nodded positively.

"Stay here." You said, unsure about how under control Scott was "I'll go to the classroom. Just try to stay calm. You can't lose control, okay?"

Scott nodded again, trying to stay calm. Then, you walked into the classroom's direction and opened the door. Everyone's was looking at you, scared. Allison was the first one to talk.

"Where's Scott?"

"He's fine but nervous. He needs some minutes to breathe. It's okay, guys. We can go now."

All of you heard the police coming. Relieved, everyone got out of the school quickly and terrified. While you were looking for the boys running out of school, again, you remembered the words of that ginger woman.

This truth will change your life forever, and your life will become a truly Russian roulette, girl.

Yeah, you felt a taste of it. But you know what? You kinda like this action.

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dalekofchaos · 4 years

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Undead Nightmare 2...if only

I will always be bitter over the fact that we never got Red Dead Undead Nightmare 2 for RDR2. Just imagine the possibilities.

Undead Nightmare 2. So much fucking possibilities.

With legendary mythical creatures, werewolves, vampires, And new weapons/ammo such as silver bullets. Maybe mix it up a bit and have Aliens involved since we saw two UFO’s in the game already. There is a random encounter with a vampire and a werewolf already and the perfect opportunity to make another Undead Nightmare with the town of Pleasance is infected with the plague. How we activate it is unknown. Maybe another vampire comes to Arthur as a chance to save him or a dying Arthur is abducted by Aliens.

Then Arthur sees the world plagued by monsters, so Arthur decides to hunt them all.

Arthur would not be alone. Charles, Sadie and John would be there to back him up

Could you imagine an Undead Nightmare sequel in the atmosphere of RDR2? The night folk are scary enough, Imagine wandering around the swamp at night with zombies everywhere. It would feel like a genuine horror game.

Rockstar missed a MASSIVE opportunity by not making an undead nightmare DLC, imagine how incredible it would be with this games atmosphere. The game on its own can already be pretty terrifying when you wander around the swamp or deep forest at night or have encounters with gangs like the night folk and Murfree brood.

Imagine how brutal and satisfying it would be to mow down zombies with this games gore system, and how much fun it would be to hold out for as long as you can against endless hordes of zombies. The game also already contains mild survival elements so maybe they could also make it so eating is mandatory and you must scavenge/hunt to survive. Think of all of the cool side missions and random encounters they could add. They could even add zombie animals like in the first game, imagine fighting off zombie gators in the swamp or zombie bears in the woods.

This DLC could have been fucking insane, I guarantee it would have sold like crazy. Instead all we got was an online Wild West dress up and nature simulator, designed to take your money through micro transactions.

Like seriously....they could update it like every Halloween. Add something new each year.

Zombies

Vampires

Werewolves

Witches

Wendigo

Giants

Aliens

We can kill Micah

The Strange Man as the big boss

Arthur could be like a Western Van Helsing. Hunting the monsters down. Such wasted potential.

#Red Dead Redemption #Red Dead Redemption 2 #Arthur Morgan #Sadie Adler #Charles Smith #John Marston #Undead Nightmare #Undead Nightmare 2

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missmermaidwitch · 4 years

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Brazilian Mythical Creatures

The Ofcial Guide

Most of the witchcraft pratice usualy runs around nordic and wicca culture, wich is not a problem. But as a latina witch, my pratice involves very diffrent beliefs. So I decided to share a little bit of my country's culture along with my pratice.

So here you are about to know the magical creatures of the brazillian forests. Most of them have African culture involved due to our contry cultural mixing.

1. Curupira

The Curupira is a young indian boy who has fire like hair and feets turned to the backside of his body. He is a very ancient protector spirit of the forest yet he looks like a boy. He runs trough the forest in silence, making fake trails with his footprints to confuse the hunters and colonizers and protect the indian tribes. As only the native people used to know him, the eroupean explorers didn't knew he had his feet turned to back, so they alway followed his footsteps to the wrong side and end up lost in the dangerous wild forests.

2. Cuca

Here is one of the most famous Brazilian witches, and yes! She is an alligator. Not a crocodile, these are from other places, much like Africa and central/north-america. In Brazil we only have aligators, thank godess! (And no, they are not the same animal!). On the oposite of us, very lovely witches, Lady Cuca is a very, very mean sorceress. She has a monstruous voice and is in one of our most popular lullabies. Her purpouse is to kidnap mean children when they don't sleep at night and eat'em. She has a big cauldron through which she can see anything.

The song says "sleep, little baby! Or Cuca is gonna get you! Your mother is at the farm and your daddy is gonne to work". As you may notice, the song is supose to be sang by Lady Cuca herself. Very scary for a baby, right?

Obs: The cuca is only represented as an alligator by Monteiro Lobato in his tales, O Sítio do Pica-Pau Amarelo.

3. Boitatá

Boitatá is the name of another ancient forest spirit. Its a giantic fire snake. It protects the woods from those who plans to destroy it, specialy if trying to burn it. It surely seems to be a very lovely creature, but anyone who looks at it gets immediately insane and blind. It has the power to turn into a burning trunk to fall on the harmers and kill them. (I guess probably because this way it can avoid getting possible inocent witness blind and crazy). Sometimes it might almost look like a perfect normal snake, but it's eyes are always on fire.

There is a big chance it's a she. A female snake.

4. A Mula Sem Cabeça (The Headless Mule)

Poor thing! Attention here, girls! Any virgin girl who acept to marry a priest might end up like that. Once a virgin lady says yes to a man from the church and acept his engagement ring, she becames a headless mule. The ring turns into a collar arond the animal's neck. And she can only turn back into a human if someone takes it of. Too bad there's always a huge flame coming out of it, so hot that no one is able to get close. In other versions, if a lady has sex with a priest she becames a headless mule.

5. Saci Pererê

No one is sure if there is one or more of those. But at least one we all have met. This guy is a very fun fella. He has one less leg and jumps arond in his red clothes and his magic red hat, "carapuça" in portuguese (it's a special kind of hat and he can take anithing out if it). He can also travel trough whirlwinds, small ones usualy. The thing is that he takes a lot of dirty and leafs whit him, that's for sure. His hobbies are changing sugar and salt's places so everyone in the house have sweet beans and salty coffee. And stealing things from people, specially pipes, he loves pipes! Enough said, he is a trickster (or they are). He enjoys making a mess, but he also can bring lots of help if you make frinds with him, but, to be honest, he would trick you anyways. In moonless nights, far away from the city, you can hear him whistle and laugh!

6. Lobisomem (Werewolf)

As in other cultures people turn into werewolves from another werewolves bites and other contagious metods, in Brazil we believe that a werewolf borns when a couple after having seven daughters has the first son. Seven older sisters might get anyone angry but in this case its a little more complicated. Every full moon, the werewolf gotta run troght seven cemiteries, seven crossroads and seven church's yards. In his human days he feels always very sick and dizzy, tends to get drunk all the time because off the pain and confusion. Even in our culture the only way to kill him is a silver bullet, but we have a special secret: the way to cure him. Covering a bullet in a church's altar candle's wax and shoting (in a non-fatal spot, obviouly)! If trying, I wouldn't recomend a silver bullet anyways.

7. Iara Mãe D'água (Iara, mother of the waters)

We do have lots of mermaids in Brazil, but not all of them are royalty. Iara is a very beautiful mermaid princess, all tough we have countless beautiful beaches, she lives in the contry's rivers. She used to be a very powerful warrior indian, till the day her brothers decided to kill her because they were envy of her abilities. But as a great warrior she defeated them, killing each one. When her Dad found out what she did, he trown her into the river in a full moon night. The fishes, who admired her beauti, decided to save the girl turning her into a mermaid. Since then she reings in a underwater realm and spend her days singing to atract men and take them there. Or maybe she just kill'em, thats also a possibility.

8. Boto Cor-de-rosa (Pink river dolphin)

The Amazonas river has a very special kind of sweet water dolphin that in portuguese we call "boto". But beyond the already amazing normal "botos" there is a even more special one. The pink dolphin. It is a very wise enchanted dolphin who in full moon nights can turn into a human. Trough this night he goes to parties and date the most beautiful ladies, almost always getting them pregnant. He dresses white clothes and is a very charming man, but in the next day he will desapear and never show up again. But that's just normal male behavior, no magic involved.

Yes, the pink river dolphins is a real brazillian animal and this is a real picture of it.

August 22

Is national folklore day in Brazil.

I hope you guys enjoyed the reading. Let me know if you want to learn more about brazillian culture.

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buckysgoldenheart · 4 years

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Partners: August Walker x Reader

Summary: You are partners in the CIA and an injury forces feelings to be revealed.

Words: 2200

Warnings: Gore, i guess. Smut, but not so bad you have to dunk yourself in holy water afterwords, as much fun as that is. Cursing, maybe? I don’t really remember.

I hope you like it :)

You hated hospitals, you always had. People died in them and who enjoyed death? Only the fuckers you assassinated or put behind bars. Plus, hospitals always reeked of cleanliness. It was nauseating. But you supposed eventually everyone makes it in one, whether it be a pit-stop or your last drop before being buried in dirt forever.

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“There is no way that happened!” August laughed, louder than you had ever heard before, and you smiled bright. You loved that sound, and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, and the way his teeth were laid out behind his lips. All of it was perfect. You made that happen, you realized. The look he had on his face now, the pure elation, completely raw unlike usual, was because of you and the stupid story you told him about your aunt and her cat.

And now you couldn’t remember the last time you were this happy. You certainly hadn’t expected tonight to remind you what extreme joy felt like; not on a typical night with your partner, tracking a man’s location for a couple hours until he finally went home. But tonight didn’t end up typical, not to you. It was the first night August let his guard down around you, really let his guard down. He let you see him and watch as he removed that rough exterior brick by brick.

“It did, I swear! That cat is wicked smart!” You could barely contain your laughter, and the chances of your smile leaving your face was far out of the question. When you looked over at August as you walked side by side down the alley, he was already watching you like he could see every single thing you felt for him. You hoped by the way his eyes seemed to shine that maybe he was thinking of you together, as more than partners in the CIA.

You walked with your bodies close to each other. Even through layers of clothing to stave off the late autumn chill, you could feel the heat radiating from him. It was enough to keep you warm for an entire night. For a minute, you thought maybe you might be able to get to that point. The job was done and you were walking back to the hotel anyway. He could easily move one room over and stay with you.

But then you were reminded why you didn’t get to have things as amazing as a night with August Walker, no matter how much you wanted it. People like you and him, you didn’t get to have each other, and even when you thought it might happen, something always fucked it up.

When you started down that alley, the two of you were alone, laughing and happy. The mission was over for now and somehow, the fact that you were both trained CIA agents was put on the back-burner. So much so that neither of you heard the initial scuff of a heavy boot on the pavement a good twenty feet in front of you. It was the second that had August shooting his head up in the right direction, just in time to catch the thrown knife before it lodged in his chest.

He practically growled at the smaller hooded figure before you and spent no time flipping the knife in his hand and whipping it expertly back at the attacker. The shiny, silver blade landed right between a pair of dark, emotionless eyes and the body fell to the ground, splashing in a couple puddles from the earlier rain.

August said your name before looking at you, but you barely heard it. Your ears rang as you stared down at the hilt of a knife, its thick blade buried deep in your abdomen. When did he throw a second? Or did he throw mine first?

It didn’t feel like much, having a knife stuck in you. You’d been injured on missions, but nothing like this. They were flesh wounds before, in and out, easily fixable. Not this. This was bad, you knew, and it surprised you how little it hurt. Despite your body going into shock, you thought it would at least sting. The bullet wounds had.

Your hand reached for the handle. You knew not to pull it out, that it would have you bleeding out faster, but you now understood the temptation. August stopped your hand before your fingers could wrap around it. He called your name louder as he put his large hands on your cheeks and tried to force you to look at him. He looked hazy, and you were surprised how fast you were losing control of your own body. Then your eyes fell closed despite your attempts to keep them on his face.

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Oh right, one other thing you hated about hospitals: that constant, excruciating beeping sound next to every patients’ bed so nurses and doctors could tell if they were still alive or not. It was definitely high on your list of the worst things ever, and right now you couldn’t seem to escape it. It was muddled with a voice in the background, but still rang clear enough to piss you off, like nails on a chalkboard.

“Yes, thank you,” That voice said. You knew that voice. It was not one you would choose to hear if you had the option, but if you were hearing voices at all it meant someone was in the room with you or you were going crazy. In either case it meant you had to be alive, so you guessed that was good. You eased your eyelids open.

“Well, well, she’s awake.” Sloane. You shifted your body and groaned as your boss walked to your side. “You’re quite the sleeper,” She said. “The typical recovery time for this kind of thing is about three days, but congratulations, you made it a whole week.” She sat on your bed in her nice suit. “If you were tired, you could’ve just asked for a day off.”

You did your best to scoff at the lie and Sloane let out a reserved laugh. “We are all glad you are ok.”

We, you thought. August. “When can I get the fuck out of here?”

“As soon as you want. The last few days you’ve just been sleeping off the leftover anesthesia and pain killers.”

“Thank God.”

A few beats passed in silence, then Sloane said, “That guy was hired to take out anyone who spied on the target…He saw you.”

You nodded. It made sense. Your attention was focused on someone else, but if Sloane knew that bit, she would throttle you. Though, the fuck up of being seen would still warrant at least a bit of punishment, which you were sure she would lay out for you soon.

“One thing before you leave here,” She said, and you didn’t like the tone in her voice one bit. “I need you to sign some paperwork.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “What for?” She pulled out a packet of papers held together by a large clip and set it down on top of your legs for you to shuffle through. “Just tell me. But skip all the mission details.”

“Walker is requesting a new partner and team. His reasons are spelled out in the forms and I have no reason not to grant his request. There are a couple pages where you have to sign and date.”

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You had asked Sloane when August would be in his office next. She answered the question with a lot of unnecessary information that you paid absolutely no attention to after she said, ‘six p.m., tomorrow.’

You had no reason to rush; this was not going to be some sort conversation, so you waited until six-thirty. He would definitely be in his office by then, and as you stopped in front of the door you saw his form sitting in the desk chair through the fogged glass.

You took a deep breath, calming yourself, then slipped through the door. Before August had a chance to register your presence in his office, you slammed the packet of paperwork on his desk and crossed your arms.

His eyes widened and he quickly looked up at you. “Y/N.”

“You filed for a new partner? Are you fucking kidding me?”

He closed his eyes for a moment then rose from the chair, his hands planted firmly on the cherry wood. “Y/N—”

“We have been partners for two years,” You nearly yelled, holding up your index and middle finger, “And now you decide to just drop me like yesterday’s trash?”

August ran a hand through his dark brown curls. “That is not—”

“You’re an asshole!”

“Just listen to me!” You recoiled at his tone. He had never yelled at you before, not like that. He inhaled slowly then exhaled. “I got distracted,” He said and met your cold stare. “We both know that that is unacceptable.”

“And that all of a sudden makes you not want to work with me anymore? That’s insane, August.”

He shook his head slightly. “It is not insane. Not when what I got distracted by was you.”

You huffed with an aggravated smile. “Are you actually blaming me for this right now? August, we work best together. We have since the beginning.”

He crossed his ridiculously strong arms and you didn’t like it. He was getting mad, yes, but he was guarded now, closing himself off to you. “It doesn’t matter. You almost died.”

“That was an accident!” You groaned and rubbed your palms over your eyes. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was!” He slammed his fist hard against the desk before stepping around it and practically stomping to you. “I would’ve sensed that guy the other night if for one stupid second I focused my thoughts on anything but you! But I didn’t and it almost cost me everything, so yes, it was my fault!”

Everything?

His chest rose and fell as rapidly as yours and he searched your eyes for something. When you figured he found what he was looking for, he closed the two steps between you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and slammed his lips to yours.

You gasped into his kiss but devoured everything he was giving you: the feel of his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt, the way his lips felt, the way his tongue tasted…it was intoxicating, and you soaked up every ounce. When he gripped your sides and lifted you before setting you on the desk, you let out an unexpected squeak. His lips smiled against yours.

You reached for the belt of his black slacks, undid it, unzipped, and slipped your hand behind the layer of his underwear. He bucked against your hand and groaned loud, the vibration on your lips sending heat straight to your core. Fuck, you wanted him.

He pulled away for a second to smile at you, and as you smiled back, he reached for the hem of your top and slipped it over your head. His eyes went wide at the sight of you and you hoped the blush forming on your cheeks was not making its way down your neck to your chest. August leaned down to kiss the top of your breasts peeking out above your bra, then trailed kisses all the way up your neck, to your jaw, under your ear, and as he kissed your lips again, his fingers slowly unclasped the garment.

Straps slid down your shoulders as you kissed. You chucked it to the side before placing your hands back on him and pulling his cock free from his pants. When you stopped him to get a good look at just how big he was and licked your lips, August tilted your chin back up to him and shook his head.

“Not now,” He said, somehow reading your mind. “Later.” He pecked your lips and pushed your skirt up high to your hips. “Now, I just want you.”

You nodded and stroked him a few times, trying to keep yourself from falling apart at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your clit. “Lean back,” He said, and you did until your spine hit the wood. August yanked your hips forward until you were fully against him, then pulled your panties to the side with a finger. He met your eyes for a moment and you nodded.

As he eased himself inside you, your eyes slammed shut and your brain fuzzed. Every inch was more beautifully agonizing than the last as he stretched you. “Look at me,” He whispered. There was more than lust swirling within the blue and you knew you would be more than happy to see him look at you that way for a long, long time.

August pulled you up until your chest was against his as he fully settled himself inside you. With his hands on your cheeks, his thumbs stroked back and forth. He hummed contentedly and touched his forehead to yours.

“Come home with me,” He said.

You didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

He thrust into you once, twice, then kissed you sweetly.

@agniavateira

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jeongyunhoed · 3 years

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8 Stories, 8 Movies from the Golden Age (1930s to 1960s).

It’s the golden age and 8 men are the most sought-after actors in Hollywood. Ateez, but make them Old Hollywood, basically. Lights, camera, action!

Member: Yunho

Genre: Murder mystery, a little bit of comedy, a little bit of romance and fluff

Warnings: Murder (as it is a murder mystery), mentions of it including suicide, death, blackmail, alcohol drinking

Things to note: Set in the 1930s, established marriage

Will have OCs

As with the rest of the stories in the AU, there will be other idols mentioned, most likely NCT but may have some of my other faves (EXO, etc.)

A/N: This is the third and final part of Yunho’s story. Coincidentally, this is also the last of the murder mystery-genre in this au. We’re going screwball comedy next with Wooyoung’s!

Masterlist

Former private detective-turned-society man Jeong Yunho is brought back to sleuthing when an inventor goes missing and his mistress is murdered. With a little help from his wife, and from a martini or two.

The Thin Man

tag list: @minervaaaaaaaa , @closer-stars

Part 3 (final)

The taxi pulled up in front of a dark and deserted laboratory that Yunho knew was Park Junho’s shop that he closed down. With Asta on a leash, he got down the car and paid the driver, the driver being a little too eager to leave as the place gave him the creeps. Yunho couldn’t blame him, it was late at night. “Come on,” Yunho whispered to the dog, who seemed hesitant to follow him as they approached the building, the two of them skidding to a halt when he saw that a familiar figure was waiting for them.

“Hey darling,” Juhyun waved them over, her voice low. She looked excited yet concerned at the same time.

“Juhyun! What are you doing here?” He pulled Asta along up to her.

“I beat you down here, I decided to come with you after you left so I got dressed and went to where you said” She said with an air of confidence.

Yunho gave his wife a look. “Now listen, Juju-”

“No,” She cut him off, placing a finger to his lips. “You’re not going in this place alone and that’s that. Get that skeleton key out of your pocket and open the door.”

“Alright, alright, as you wish, my darling,” Yunho opened the doors of the place and they stepped inside.

“It’s a nice neighborhood Park Junho’s picked out for his shop. I can almost hear the chains rattling in the distance,” Juhyun said quietly as they crept inside, careful not to make any noise. “Do you believe in ghosts, Yuyu?”

“I don’t, but shh,” Yunho whispered as they walked.

“It’s so dark in here,” Juhyun mumbled, her arm tightly linked with her husband’s.

“I’ll get a flashlight on, let me get my arm back, my darling,” Yunho pulled his arm back and closed the door behind them, taking the flashlight out of his coat pocket. The sudden light made Asta whimper. “Shh, Asta,” He whispered as they walked on, Juhyun being extra careful, noticing how her heels would catch onto some cracks in the floor here and there.

“This place looks awfully big,” She whispered. “You can’t even see the corners.”

“Don’t let the shadows frighten you, Juju,” He said, pointing to a silhouette that was of a machine.

“Who’s frightened?” Juhyun asked, glancing at him only to bump into something hard. “What’s this?”

“It looks like Park Junho’s work table,” Yunho shone the flashlight over the entire surface in front of them.

“Looks like a slab in the morgue to me,” Juhyun muttered, seeing more details of the space they were in illuminated. By the light clicking her heels made, she realized that she was standing on cement. “Cement.”

“Come on, dear,” Yunho beckoned her to come closer while he approached what he realized was the work desk. The two of them froze when they heard a creaking. “It’s just us in here, Juju, it must be a loose floorboard or something.”

The two of them stopped again when they heard something scratching. “What’s that now?” Juhyun asked.

“It’s Asta, he’s scratching at the cement, shh! Asta! Shh!” Yunho tried to yank on the leash but to no avail. “Stop it, Asta! Stop!”

Juhyun observed the way the dog was frantically scratching at the cement. “Yunho, he’s after something! I’ve seen him scratch the ground like that when he was looking for-”

“Asta! Shh! Look over here!” Yunho tapped his foot on another cemented part of the floor. He paused upon hearing the sound and tapped his foot on the floor again. “Wait a minute, this is hollow, I wonder if there’s something around here I could use to dig this up.”

“I saw an iron bar over there, it might be a shovel,” Juhyun pointed to the other side of the room.

“Good, good,” Yunho shone a light over the shovel and quickly picked it up. He handed Juhyun the flashlight. “If I can dig a hole in one corner of this part of the floor, we can find out what’s buried under here.”

“Yunho, I’m getting scared,” Juhyun said as she watched him. “Asta! Come here!” She called out to the dog, who was now watching them.

Yunho broke through the cement and started digging through the corner he broke into, coming into a layer of dirt. “Asta! Shh! Get back!” He tried to push the dog away, who was also trying to dig into the dirt.

“What is he after?” Juhyun asked, keeping the light on them.

Yunho carried the dog off the ground, realizing why Asta was so determined to dig into the cement. There was a skeleton and some clothes buried. “There’s a body. It must have been here for weeks. We have to get Lt. Song over here right away.”

The lieutenant and his group of police officers arrived shortly after they discovered the body, some taking photos of the skeleton including the clothes that it was buried with. The building was also surrounded by reporters looking to get information on what they found.

“These reporters are enough to drive a guy insane,” Mingi huffed as they examined the clothes and the skeleton on the workdesk. “Well, you were right, Yunho. It was a body, a skeleton rather, buried in limestone. I wonder what Park Junho had against this one.”

“What about the clothes?”

“Well there’s that too, the clothes aren’t touched but there’s hardly any identification on them. Just a silver belt buckle with the initials CS on them.”

Yunho looked up in thought. “CS? Who was that?”

One of the police officers stopped to hand him a cane. “Here’s something else that was found in there. There’s a rubber tip, the guy must have been walking lame or something,” Mingi said. He turned back to the belt buckle. “Wait a minute, that case you worked on, with the guy that threatened to kill Park Junho, what was his name?”

“Choi San,” Yunho replied.

“Could this be him? Didn’t Choi San say Park Junho tried to steal one of his inventions?”

“I never saw him. I don’t think anyone saw him,” Yunho shrugged. “But at the time we figured it was just blackmail.”

“It’s just the same, Park Junho wouldn’t mind having him out of the way, would he? And according to the medical examiner, the body’s been here at least a couple of months.”

“That’s just around the time Park Junho closed the shop,” Yunho pointed out.

“Right!” Mingi said. “The way I figure it is, he kills this guy and plants him here. Woo Jaekyung knew about it so he killed her. Kang Yeosang caught him at that so he had to bump him off too. Well, I think we’ll get going now. You wouldn’t like to pay me that hundred thousand won now, would you?” He grinned.

“Just wait until you catch Park Junho. Did you put the skeleton through the fluoroscope yet?”

“Yeah, half an hour ago, we did. We found the bullet he was killed with and there was something in the leg bone too, an old piece of shrapnel-”

Yunho stared at him. “Shrapnel.”

“Yeah, why?”

“He must have limped, which explains why he used a walking stick,” Yunho said.

Mingi looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Oh nothing, nothing. So long, Lieutenant, I’m going to pick up my wife and take her home. It’s been a long night,” Yunho waved at the officer.

“Good night! Give my regards to the wife!”

Their discovery at Park Junho’s shop made headlines in all the newspapers the next morning, and soon enough their suite was filled with reporters and photographers, holding cameras and asking them to stop and pose for photos. “Have the police any idea where Park Junho is?” One reporter asked.

“No,” Yunho replied.

“Do you think they’ll find him?” Another reporter spoke.

“Oh I know they will.”

“Anything else to say about the case?” Said a third reporter.

“Yes, it’s put me behind my drinking,” Yunho padded towards the mini-bar to pour himself a glass of gin.

“What about this Choi San?” Said the first reporter.

“Sorry, I don’t know anything else,” Yunho took a long drink.

“What’s your next step, Yunho?” They asked this time.

“Right back home where we will rest from this vacation that we’ve had,” Yunho took another drink. The reporters bid the two of them goodbye, closing the door behind them. Juhyun put Asta down, the dog running towards one of the rooms.

“Back home, hmm?” Juhyun raised a brow at him, sitting down on the couch.

Yunho put his glass down and playfully sat on her lap. “If you insist-”

“I don’t insist-” Juhyun groaned, pushing him off, making him sit down on the floor in front of her.

“My soul, woman, I give you three murders and you still aren’t satisfied” Yunho rested his chin on her knee.

“I want you to stay and find Park Junho!” She ruffled his hair.

“I did find him.”

She stared at him. “What do you mean by that, Yuyu?”

“He was down in his shop!”

“Yunho.”

“It was his body that was buried down there.”

“Yunho, you better lay off the liquor-”

“That’s a fact,” He pointed out.

“Park Junho’s body?” She asked. “But they all said it was Choi San’s-”

“That’s what they think. Mingi and...all of them. They take it for granted that it’s just another one of Park Junho’s victims. Mingi’s hot footing it around now, looking for Park Junho. That’s all that troubles him,” Yunho mumbled.

“What makes you so sure it was Park Junho’s body?” She raised a brow.

“Several things.”

Juhyun rolled her eyes. “Yunho, you’re driving me crazy with all the suspense. What things? What things made you so sure?”

“Well, the clothes for one. They were carefully preserved and the body was just as carefully destroyed. The person who killed him counted on one thing...the skeletons all look alike.”

“Well don’t they?”

“Sure, but then I remembered that Park Junho had some shrapnel in his shin, it bothered him. They found it under the fluoroscope,” Yunho recalled.

“How long has he been dead?”

“A couple of months?”

“If that’s the case, then he couldn’t have committed those murders,” Juhyun deduced.

Yunho smiled. “Smart gal.”

“Park Junho dead. Does Sungyoung know?”

“No. Nobody but you knows. I didn’t even tell Mingi.”

“Why not? Why won’t you tell Sungyoung what you know?”

“Because I want to lie low until I get the whole dope,” Yunho knelt down, arms on both sides of her legs. “I don’t want to go off half-cocked.”

“Then what are you planning to do?”

“I’m going to get the real murderer, and I’ve got an idea. Do you want to see me take him?” Yunho leaned closer.

“Yes!”

“Do you have a nice evening gown?” Yunho asked.

“Yunho, what’s that got to do with-”

“I said do you have a nice evening gown?” He repeated.

“Yes, I’ve got a Lulu! Why?”

“I’m going to throw a party and invite all of the suspects.”

“The suspects? They won’t come.”

“Oh they will. I’ll get Lt. Song to issue the invitations.”

“Who do you think did it?”

“Yang Hyomin…”

“Hyomin!”

“Yang Hyomin, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho,...” Yunho picked up the phone. “What were you doing on the ninth of June?” He grinned.

They reserved a private dining room later that night. A string quartet was playing in one corner of the room that was almost as big as a small ballroom. Some of Mingi’s police officers were disguised as waiters serving cocktails, with the lieutenant himself dressed for the occasion along with them. Yunho and Juhyun were placing name cards on the table. “Let’s see, you at the head,” She placed his name card on the setting.

“And you on my right,” Yunho placed her name card down. “Hongjoong on my left, Seonghwa, Sungyoung’s brother Sungmin, next to Jongho. Mingi will sit on the other end of the table and on the other side, is Jung Wooyoung.”

“Hyomin’s next to Wooyoung-”

“No, let’s leave that seat vacant. I have a feeling he won’t come alone,” Yunho said. “Put Hyomin next to Hongjoong instead.”

Juhyun followed suit and once she was done, she approached the lieutenant. “They’re going to come here, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, some of them are already here, I got my guys to bring them up.”

“I wish I have you at all my parties,” Juhyun chuckled.

The doors opened and in came Seonghwa, just as dressed yet looking worried. “Is Sungyoung here yet?” He asked.

“You can put your hat and coat in the room and we can talk about it,” Yunho assured him and he walked off.

“What is the meaning of this?!” They heard Hyomin say as she was escorted inside, with her son. “Yunho! What’s this about? I said we were busy and we were going to the theater!”

“We just wanted to make sure you’d attend, Mrs. Jung,” Juhyun said. “Ah, Mr. Jung, you’re here,” She gestured to Wooyoung, who was with another woman.

“Wooyoung, I swear I had no idea what this was-” Hyomin grabbed his arm.

“Hey, take your hands off him,” said the woman with a stern expression. “...Do you hear me?”

Hyomin stared at her, and then at Wooyoung. “I-Wooyoung-What does this mean- Wooyoung-Wooyoung!” She looked taken aback as they were brought to the table to be seated at their places. “Yunho, why are we being brought here like common criminals?” She skidded to a halt when she saw the woman sit next to Wooyoung at the table. “But I’m Mrs. Jung.”

“Put it over there, sister. I was Mrs. Jung before you were,” The woman replied dryly.

“Your name card is there, on my right,” Yunho gestured for the seat next to the woman. Hyomin huffed as she sat down, glaring at the woman from time to time.

“You give such charming parties, Mr. Jeong,” Juhyun eyed him as all of them sat down.

“Thank you, Mrs. Jeong,” Yunho smiled. “Now we’re all ready to begin-”

“Good, you can tell us why we’re here in the first place,” Hyomin spoke.

“I’ve invited you all here because I’ve got some very important news,” Yunho looked at all of them. “I’ve seen Park Junho.”

All of them gaped at him. “Wait a minute, you saw Park Junho?!” Mingi asked, almost indignantly.

“That’s nothing, I saw him myself” Hyomin scoffed, looking down at the appetizers that were being served to them.

Yunho and Juhyun exchanged looks. “You did? Where did you see him?” He asked.

“Last night, he came to see me at my apartment.”

“Oh did he? What did he say?”

“Oh nothing much, he wanted to know how I was and how the children were.”

Yunho shook his head. “I’m afraid you’re lying, Hyomin. You see, I really did see Park Junho last night.”

“Are you kidding?!” Mingi remained bewildered.

“No.”

“Then what’s the idea of holding out on me?” the lieutenant asked.

“Because I found out for certain that he didn’t commit the murders,” Yunho said.

Sungyoung stared at him. “Yunho- He didn’t do it?”

“What do you mean?” Hongjoong looked confused.

“Jongho,” Yunho said, making him jump in surprise. “Oh, I’m so sorry. You knew Woo Jaekyung, right? Was she...swindling Park Junho?” He asked.

“She didn’t say she is but I figured she is,” Jongho sounded relieved.

“Why do you say that?”

“Once I wanted five million won, she gave it to me in cash.”

“Thank you, now I’ll tell you why I know Park Junho didn’t commit those murders,” Yunho gestured for the servers to go ahead with the main course. “Three months ago, Park Junho found out that Woo Jaekyung was cheating him and was splitting with some man. That man was... Sungmin,” He stopped, noticing that he nearly spilled his water over. “Oh, I’m so sorry, don’t you want some wine?”

“No, no, Mr. Jeong, no thank you,” Sungmin shook his head.

Juhyun rolled her eyes at her husband. “You’re driving me crazy!”

“Anyway, Park Junho went to find the man and he did. That man was desperate. He knew he was caught dead to rights, and with prison staring him at the face he took the only way out -- He killed Park Junho,” Yunho recalled.

“Yunho, you mean- My father-” Sungyoung stared at him in shock.

“Yes, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Sungyoung, but your father is dead, he’s been dead for three months.”

Sungyoung broke down in tears in her seat. Seonghwa leaned over, wrapping an arm around her. “Darling, don’t cry. Please, I know it’s terrible, but isn’t it really better this way?” He whispered.

Juhyun approached them. “You’d better take her home, Seonghwa. Back to your home,” She said to him, and he nodded, arm still around his fiance as he brought her out, Mingi quietly signaling the officers at the door to open it.

“But this is absurd! How can Junho be dead! You said yourself you saw him last night!” Hyomin turned back to Yunho.

“So I did. I saw him lying buried in his shop,” Yunho replied nonchalantly.

“You mean that body-” Mingi caught on.

“Was Park Junho, yeah.”

“Perfectly absurd,” Hyomin shook her head.

“And the murderer is right here in this room, sitting here at this table,” Yunho looked at all of their expressions.

“You’re not going to keep us all in the dark aren’t you? Who is it?” Sungmin asked.

“You’re not going to pin this one on me!” Jongho slammed his spoon on the table. One of the officers approached him. “What am I the fall guy?!” He was pushed back down on his seat.

“This is the best dinner I’ve ever listened to,” Juhyun side-eyed Yunho.

“Well, I have no idea who it is, but I thought if we had a little get-together we might be able to find out. I’ll tell you as much as I know. This murderer is a very clever man. He studied this thing out very carefully. You’d understand that, wouldn’t you, Sungmin?-” Yunho turned to him.

“Yes...no!” He shook his head profusely, everyone else beginning to look at him suspiciously.

“He planned this thing out beautifully. After he killed Park Junho, he wired Hongjoong, using Park Junho’s name and told him to close up the shop. He destroyed all of Park Junho’s clothes except his watch chain because he figured that someday that might come in handy. Then he took Park Junho’s body and buried him in the shop with another man’s clothes to throw us off the track. He even put a belt buckle with a “CS” on it, hoping that we’d think it was Choi San, an old enemy of Park Junho’s who dropped out of sight years ago,” Yunho explained. “Jongho, would you mind holding your chopsticks the other way, you’re worrying Sungmin.”

Jongho looked down at his hand and put his chopsticks down. Sungmin stared at him and at the utensils in his place. “If those chopsticks are missing, I’ll look for it somewhere on you” Juhyun nudged her husband.

“After our hero killed Park Junho, he had an idea. He realized that he and Woo Jaekyung could still collect money. Park Junho was supposed to be on a trip, no one knew where -- so our hero wrote letters to Hongjoong, signing Junho’s name, so that Hongjoong would continue to send the money to Jaekyung. He even telephoned Hongjoong, do you remember?” Yunho turned to him this time.

“But it must have been Junho. I should have known if it wasn’t his voice,” Hongjoong replied.

“Oh he was clever about that too. He called when you were out,” Yunho explained. “That same afternoon, Jaekyung called him. She said that you were coming, Hyomin, to ask about Junho. So he got terrified. He was afraid that Jaekyung would break down and tell, so he went to Jaekyung...and killed her. He left Junho’s watch chain in her hand too.”

Juhyun stared at him. “Is that true?” She whispered.

“I don’t know.”

“Then why are you saying it?”

“It’s the only way it makes sense,” Yunho muttered to her. “His plan was still working beautifully. Junho was established as being in town, the watch chain was handed over, but with slight delay, to the police. The only snag was a man named Kang Yeosang, who found out something. He was there at Jaekyung’s apartment. He heard the shots, he saw the murderer leave. He knew who did it,” He said to everyone.

“Our hero paid Yeosang once to keep his mouth shut, but when Yeosang threatened him again, he bumped him off. But our hero had just one weak link in his chain. The telegrams, the letters, the calls were all very well, but no one had actually seen Park Junho, so our hero picked on poor Hyomin here to strengthen his case. Hyomin is the only one at this table who can tell us who the real murderer is,” Yunho turned to Hyomin. “Hyomin, who was it that told you to say you saw Junho?”

“Nobody told me, I did see him!” Hyomin replied, evidently getting flustered.

“What did he pay you, Hyomin, to stick to that story?”

“It isn’t a story, it’s true. I did see Junho, he isn’t dead!” Hyomin was picking at her food.

Yunho watched her reaction as he pressed on. “You’re lying, Hyomin, of course you’d do anything for money. You’re getting a good price for saying that you saw Junho and you figure you won’t get anything if he’s dead.”

“I’m not going to stay here to be insulted!” Hyomin was about to leave, only to be pushed back down to her seat by a nearby server.

“Hongjoong, you drew up Junho’s will. Hyomin was cut off, wasn’t she, if she remarried?” Yunho turned to him this time.

“I have no right to answer that.”

Yunho rounded on her again, Hyomin looking more and more horrified. “You shouldn’t let that keep you from telling the truth, Hyomin. Mrs. Jung,” He turned to the woman next to her. “Were you ever divorced from Jung Wooyoung?”

“No,” the woman replied.

“So you see? Under the law, you haven’t remarried, Hyomin. You’re still one of the heirs!” Yunho stared at her. “So what are you holding out for? A few crummy thousand won that the man gave you when you can get the whole estate? Remember the other two that were with him on this, Jaekyung and Yeosang. When he thought they might spill something, he bumped them off. You ought to know damn well he’s not going to take any chances on you. What do you want to do? Be next on his list?”

Hyomin glared at Hongjoong. “Why you dirty-”

Yunho was quick to punch Hongjoong in time, a shot firing to the floor as he was knocked unconscious. Mingi got out of his seat as everyone was gaping at what just happened. “There you go, Lieutenant. Kim Hongjoong is the murderer.”

“Yuyu!” Juhyun wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. “I was scared you would’ve gotten shot! But you took him! I knew you would-”

“Yeah, another case like this, and I’d have thought I was in a prize fight,” Yunho wrapped his arms around her.

“Aww, Yunho, you’re swell, darling,” Juhyun beamed.

“I bet you say that to all the boys,” Yunho smiled as he kissed her.

#kdiner #ateez #yunho #ateez yunho #jeong yunho #ateez scenarios #ateez timestamps #ateez fanfic #ateez au

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hermit-pistol · 4 years

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stubborn (oldseph x reader)

anonymous asked: why hello there! i'd like to request a part 3 joseph x reader where the reader is a crusader and joseph's always trying to protect her, but she's always trying to prove herself to him and then they fall in love! thank you so much my joseph fan friend!

Oldseph is literally the light of my life, okay. I don’t usually write super long stuff like this but I was so moved because Oldseph. Here ya go!

You had never guessed that you would find yourself in this situation: traveling the middle east with a few grown men and a couple of high school students thrown in for good measure.

The dynamic was a bit awkward at first, to say the least. While you were in your mid-twenties and were capable of handling yourself, being surrounded by men always had its downsides.

They always thought that you needed protection, which wasn't true in the slightest. You knew what you were getting into when accepting the offer of defeating DIO once and for all. You even had a stand of your own. Yet, it was always "You should stay out of this, Y/N." or "It's dangerous to go there alone. Let me come with you."

It drove you insane, to say the least.

You've told the other crusaders countless times that you were okay and they left you to your own devices. Except for one. Joeseph Joestar.

He had to be the most stubborn man that you've met in your entire life. After your pleading and constant requests to leave you be, he would still watch you like a hawk all day every day.

Although you had to admit that you found his dedication to you quite flattering. Or...maybe you just craved the attention. You couldn't be sure.

Today was another hectic day, with the gang chasing after another enemy stand user that went by the name of Hol Horse. Just a few short moments ago he had shot your beloved comrade Avdol point-blank. After cornering him; however, the slippery cowboy had evaded their grasp. Luckily they wasted no time chasing him down, and they were quickly closing the distance.

"Get back here! I'll kill you for what you did to Avdol!" Polnareff shouted, Silver Chariot attempting to stab at his heels. Hol Horse had now begun shooting with Emporer at the sand, creating a cloud of dust that had made it hard enough to see just about anything. "Shit!" It was later discovered that Chariot's rapier was stabbing at nothing.

"You'll never take me alive!" Hol Horse had begun shooting like a madman now in a desperate attempt at escape. You had kept up with the rest of the bunch this whole time, but Joseph wasn't having any of it.

"Y/N. You have to stay behind me." He glanced back at you to see that you were following his careful orders. You could feel your blood beginning to boil.

"Excuse you? I can take care of myself, thank you very much." Your stand expertly deflected the stray bullets that were flying here and there. Joseph used his Hermit Purple to create a net around you, lifting you off of the ground.

"Hey, what the- you've got to be kidding me right now..." you were now suspended above the sandy terrain, your stand trying to free you from the vine's grasp. It was no use, as Joseph used a spark of Hamon to keep your quest for freedom at bay.

"Sorry Y/N, I know that you're mad. But Hol Horse isn't taking any chances. He's gone crazy, and we can't risk losing you."

You slumped to the bottom of the makeshift net, the sounds of gunfire still ringing in your ears. The statement really should have been: 'I can't risk losing you' at this point. All of the other crusaders have respected your wishes, but Joseph always went that extra mile to make sure that you were protected and safe. Maybe it wasn't all bad, but you figured that another talk with the old man would just do more harm than good at this point.

A couple of minutes had gone by, with you still trapped in your makeshift prison. It was only when you heard the screams of a certain cowboy that you stood up and leaned lightly against the thorny wall.

Hol Horse had finally been caught. Kakyoin was interrogating him about DIO's whereabouts while Jotaro's Star Platinum had him in a chokehold. "Please, please lemme go! I'll tell ya where Mr. DIO is!" He cried, and Joseph let out a low rumble of a laugh. It was strangely...attractive?

"You really think that we're gonna let you go, huh?" He removed his hat to scratch his head. You watched him run his hands through his salt and pepper locks, and from your practically-aerial view, it looked particularly soft?

No....you were not getting feelings for Joseph Joestar. 69-year-old Joseph Joestar. This can't be happening.

Hol Horse was having none of Joseph's teasing. "Please, I'll do anything!" He pleaded. Joseph looked over to Kakyoin, who looked to Jotaro and so on and so forth. No one looked at you, still trapped in vines. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the idiotic display.

While everyone was exchanging glances to decide what to do, you were the only one who had noticed Hol Horse reaching into his boot. He had something up his sleeve. "Guys, he's got a-!" you tried to shout out to reach the others, but it was no use.

There was an extra gun stashed away that had been neglected in the patdown after his capture. He shot at the sand once more and then ran as if his life depended on it...which it certainly did.

Jotaro pointed in his direction, ready to send Star Platinum into a frenzy. Kakyoin stopped him before he could begin his assault. "It's not worth it, Y/N was the only one who could have possibly prevented that escape from happening." Joseph began to turn around and walk back to where they had thrown their supplies before Kakyoin could call him out. "Now where do you think you're going?"

"Ah, me?" He instinctively put his hand on the back of his neck. "I was just getting a drink! Was probably gonna grab something for Y/N too." He gave a thumbs up.

"Why am I still trapped in his hellhole?" You yelled down to the group. Joseph quickly released his Hermit Purple and you were safely brought back to the ground. "You are so thick. What makes you think that I can't take care of myself, huh?" Out of frustration, your hand had rested itself upon your hip.

"I was just trying to protect you!" He threw up his hands in defense. "That Hol Horse guy is crazy-"

"You wanna know what's crazy? Taking me out of the chase and lifting me into the sky so I wouldn't be in harm's way." You bit your lip in order to avoid saying something that you would later regret.

Before things could get more heated, Polnareff was the one who finally decided to break the tension. "I think that everyone is just tired since we've been out in the sun all day. Tensions are still high from the loss of Avdol, agreed?" Everyone gave a solemn nod. Losing their friend that day had taken a toll on all of them, Polnareff especially.

"He does have a point," Jotaro spoke, folding his arms. "Today's been a rough day for us all. And to top it all off...I'm starving..."

"Me too..." You couldn't deny the sounds that your stomach was making. All of that rage and aggressive towards Joseph had made you work up quite the appetite.

"I've got a great idea! Let's go somewhere special for dinner tonight. To make up for what I did to Y/N." Joseph gave a grin. It made your anger dissipate almost immediately, but you would never let him have the satisfaction of knowing that. "Even better, I'll pay!"

"Fine, but only because you're paying..." You grumbled as you gathered the rest of your earlier confiscated belongings from the heap of supplies on the ground. At least you were being treated to a good meal. ---- After arguing for a solid 30 minutes about where to eat for the night, you all had finally decided on a steakhouse. Even though they were in India, Joseph had insisted on sampling a classic "American" burger because he was feeling homesick.

The waitress that ushered you in was very polite, and soon the 5 of you were settled into a booth, with you and Joseph sitting on one side, and Kakyoin, Polnareff, and Jotaro sitting on the other.

"Can I get you guys something to drink?" The uncomfortably jovial waitress asked around the table and just wrote down a little scribble here and there.

When it was finally your turn, you asked for an iced tea. But not before being cut off by Joseph who insisted that water was the better choice. Thankfully, the booth was so cramped that you could dig your elbow into his side, making him howl with pain. "I'm so sorry about that. If I could get an iced tea that would be great!"

When the woman was out of earshot. Joseph turned to you, still rubbing his side with his prosthetic hand. It accidentally brushed against you, and the chill of the cool metal sent shivers down your spine. "Now, what was that about!"

"I can order a damn beverage for myself, Joseph."

"Someone could have poisoned the iced tea and we don't even know!" He raised his eyebrows along with his voice.

"I'm done fighting. Let's just finish this dinner and find a hotel...I'm exhausted." You sighed, resting your read on the table. Even though you couldn't see it, you could practically feel Joseph's eyes on you.

The rest of the dinner continued in silence. Everyone stared at their plates when the food came out, and so far the only interaction that had occurred during their outing besides the outbursts from Joseph was when Polnareff started choking on his burger.

"This is what I get for eating American food..." He managed between coughs.

"A rather silent bunch tonight, aren't we-" Kakyoin eventually broke the silence, reaching across the table for the ketchup bottle.

"I just don't really feel like talking, that's all." You answered, just pushing around the leftover food on your plate. In reality, you were just trying to process these newly-surfaced feelings for Joseph. You must have been so spaced out that he noticed.

"Hey, space cadet!" He waved his hand in front of your face, causing you to snap out of it. "You okay, Y/N? You've been acting awfully strange."

You could feel a blush creeping up on your features, so you attempted to cover your face. "I-it's nothing, really. I just- haven't eaten beef in a while and it's upsetting my stomach, that's all!" Really? Like he would believe that.

"I've got some medicine in my bag I can give to ya when we're back at the hotel. I don't want you to be in pain." Curse him for caring about you!

"I'll be okay, let's just get out of here." Joseph shrugs and calls the waitress over to bring the check. The rest of the restaurant outing goes smoothly, you guys even got the fancy mints! You each pitched in for the tip, despite protests from Joseph, and made your way back into the stifling desert air.

The hotel check-in was a relatively painless process as well, Jotaro and Kakyoin had decided to room together, and Polnareff offered to share a room with Joseph. That left you with your own room for the night.

Since you usually traveled in even numbers, finally having a room to yourself for once was pretty nice. Although, you wished that it could have been under different circumstances. When you entered your single suite you all but ran to the bed, throwing your bags on the ground. The soft sheets welcomed you and lulled you into a deep sleep.

That was until you were woken up from your precious slumber by a sharp knock at the door.

You checked your phone, seeing that only a couple hours had passed since you had checked in and bid the rest of the group goodnight. Looking out the window, you could tell that the sun had already set, giving way to a night sky accompanied by a slight breeze. Nights in the desert could be pleasant sometimes.

"Coming!" You shouted, looking in the mirror quickly to make sure that you didn't look like a complete and utter mess. After giving yourself the once over you peered into the peephole to see Joseph. He was clutching a bag and some water. 'Oh yeah, the medicine.'

You opened the door, and he gave you a wide smile. "Good evening! I came to bring you that medicine. And I got some water too!" He playfully shook the bottle in his hand. What a goofball.

"That's very sweet of you, Joseph." You felt the corners of your lips tug upward, threatening to form a smile. God, you couldn't deny how charming he was. "Why don't you come inside."

"Okay, if you insist!" He stepped across the threshold and shut the door carefully behind him. He handed you the medicine and water and walked across the room to sit on your bed. "I see that you already broke this bad boy in." He gestured to the sheets, which had still been rustled from your nap.

"Yeah, I was exhausted after everything that happened today." You decided to be bold and sit down on the bed next to him. He almost flinched a little when he felt the bed covers dip beside him. Was Joseph Joestar getting a little flustered?

"Y/N, now that we're here. I actually have something else to tell you." The grip on your water bottle tightened, and you took a shaky swig.

"Oh yeah, what's that? You finally want to apologize for all those times that you got in my way?" You tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible.

"No, actually. I find myself doing those things because I can't stand to live in a world without you. I really you Y/N-" The last sentence came out a little rushed, but your eyes went wide.

You were holding the water bottle so tightly at this point that it was a bit uncomfortable. Being taken aback by the confession, you just sat in silence for a bit. Finally, after a few seconds of unbearable quiet, you spoke up. "Well, that explains a lot actually."

"It does, doesn't it." Joseph moved a little closer to you, now gently holding your free hand. "I don't mean to sound like a bother to you, but I just can't stand to see you hurt. I know that you are probably more than a little uncomfortable with the age difference, anybody would be but-" You cut off his rambling with a quick kiss.

You giggled as you watched his face turned red. He was completely speechless for once. "You really need to learn when to shut up sometimes. I've been denying my feelings for too long as well. It's about time that I was completely honest with myself."

"You- you really feel the same way?" Joseph was absolutely bewildered at this point, for he was not expecting this response. You nodded your head in response.

"But, from now on if this is gonna work out, you gotta let me off the leash a little. Or else I'll have to... tickle you or something." You set your water bottle on the nearby nightstand and stood up.

"Empty threats, empty threats I say." Joseph blew a raspberry. He also stood up, and you noticed the size difference between the two of you. His tallness was insanely attractive, to the point where it wasn't fair. "Well, I better get going."

"You don't have to if you don't want to, it gets lonely here at night." You shot him a pleading look, slapping the covers where he once sat.

He walked over to you and picked you up, your legs were now wrapped around his giant torso. "You would like that, wouldn't you." Your lips were dangerously close to touching, but he decided not to close the distance, much to your dismay.

"Well, it sounds like a good idea to me." Your arms were draped around the back of his neck. They reached up to play with his hair, and you cherished the feeling of his soft strands. 'His hair really is that soft...'

"You're gonna have to let me grab my clothes then, I'm not sleeping in these." He was still wearing his daily attire.

You slid off of him reluctantly. 'I guess I'll let you go then. Don't take too long."

"No promises!" He teased, exiting your room, leaving you to shut the door behind him. You leaned against the door before closing it, admiring his retreating assets.

After shutting the door, you leaned against it and smiled. That was quite the unexpected turn of events. At least you found out the reason behind Joseph's constant nagging, and quite honestly you wouldn't have it any other way.

#part 3 joseph #oldseph #oldseph x reader #jjba x reader #jjba #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #i loved writing this #oldseph just really has me like *this*#he's so incredible i can't #joseph joestar #joseph joestar x reader

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gale-gentlepenguin · 4 years

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ML fic: The Hunt

(Warning, Contains Blood, and Graphic Violence)

(Happy Birthday @masked-bixch )

(I hope you enjoy the present at the end)

A man in a trench coat carrying a duffel bag walked into the sewers of Paris.

He was of a decent build and average height, not buff, not scrawny. His hair was short and jet black. He had a pencil mustache and kept most of his face hidden by the use of his hat. If needed he could likely slip into a crowd without notice.

He had heard of the bizzare events that have been occurring in Paris, a place were sad people get possessed by evil bugs and fight superheroes. It would sound insane if there wasn’t video proof.

What really was insane was the recent bounty that popped up. One that many would consider a practical joke. In fact, many thought it was done as a way to flush out greedy hitmen.

10 million Euros for Ladybug and Chat noir.

It was such a rediculous idea. Hiring an assassin to kill superheroes.

He didn’t understand why he was even bothering to check out the legitimacy of this insane bounty. Was it boredom? Perhaps hope for a challenge. He had been in this field for 20 years now, and he really wanted a way to prove himself. Not many people know it, but hitmen are arrogant egomaniacs. Reputation is as valuable as gold. If he could pull it off, then his rep would be without question.

He followed the directions to the rendezvous point, and he was shocked to see that this was legit.

In front of him stood a man in a purple suit and a silver mask, a metal briefcase in his hand. Even he knew that this was the villain of Paris, the super terrorist, Hawkmoth.

“So, it was real.” The man in the trench coat stated, an amused smile graced his face.

“I take it you are interested in the assignment.” The masked man questioned, keeping a serious face.

“I was curious about this strange bounty that popped up. Many people in my circle think it’s a set up to a sting operation.”

“Yet you came anyway?”

“I figured a cop wouldn’t be so brazen with their trap.”

Hawkmoth didn’t react to the man’s comments.

“Can I get the name of the man I’m hiring?”

“You can call me Hunter. You of all people should know the importance of a civillain identity being kept secret.” Hunter mused

Hawkmoth nodded.

“Very well. Hunter, your assignment is to get me the Miraculous of Ladybug and Chat noir, whether they are dead or alive is no concern of mine.”

Hunter looked at the villain before chuckling.

“So, your use of gloomy people has been so ineffective you needed to actually hire someone.”

Hawkmoth was not amused.

“So, if I take the job. Do I get some special equipment to deal with these freaks? Or will I be able to put a bullet in their skulls without a problem.

“The miraculous enhances their natural durability to superhuman levels. So long as their wearing the miraculous, normal weapons won’t be able to do much against them. A typical bullet would be a bug bite at worst.”

Hunter scoffed.

“Figured.”

Hawkmoth smiles.

“But, I can give you the edge you need.”

He reveals his Cane and opens the dome on top of it to reveal a black butterfly.

“A butterfly? I hope you are joking.”

“Trust me. This will be more then enough”

“Alright, show the cash. I need to make sure I aint getting stiffed.”

Hawkmoth tosses the suit case to the assassin.

He opens the case and his eyes go wide, a dark grin appears on his face.

“Let me just check to make sure its real.”

Hunter quickly pulls a bundle of bills and examines them, it was real. It was legit.

“And they say crime doesn't pay.”

“Consider that a down payment. Should you succeed, you will be receiving payments over the course of 5 years.”

Hunter closes the case.

“I want those payments in American bills. Cant exactly stick around here spending this cash.”

“Your demands will be met. Now, shall we begin?”

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“Another quiet Patrol. Seems that Hawkmoth might have Migrated for the winter.” The cat themed costume quipped.

“I don’t trust this. Don't you find it off Chat noir? Its been over a month since the last akuma attack.” The red clad heroine commented.

“Relax Ladybug, maybe Hawkmoth felt humiliated after the 30th akumatization of Mr.Pigeon and decided to take up stamp collecting.”

Ladybug moved to the edge of the roof they were on to get a better view of the area. The night was quite peaceful, even for the city at night. Something felt very wrong.

Chat noir’s ear twitched as he picked up on something.

“Duck!”

Chat noir tackled Ladybug out of the way just barely avoiding a small incoming projectile.

“What was that?”

Ladybug looked in the direction of where the object came from.

“Roll!”

Ladybug rolled with Chat noir avoiding the next few attacks.

“What in Plagg’s name is going on!?” Chat noir questioned. Confused by the sudden attack.

The two got up.

“We need to move.”

The two started to move across rooftops.

“Looks like Hawkmoth decided to get his lazy butt up again.”

“Chat noir Focus, this akuma is sniping at us.”

“Yea, its probably wants to capture us like with Desperada. We should avoid getting hit.”

The akuma looked away from his scope.

His clothes took the colors of the environment around him. His eyes blood red and his pupils like those of an eagle. He had a black mask cover his face, which also acted similar to his clothing. He was as stealthy as a chameleon. and as deadly as a Cobra.

“Damn, they are quicker then I expected. I guess that explains the high cost.”

He got up from his spot and stretched.

“I guess this is where the real fun begins.”

He goes into his bag to change his sniper rifle for two sleek Desert Eagle Pistols.

“Gotta admit Hawky. You really suited me up. I can just think of a weapon and bam, I can pull it right out of my bag. I am pretty damn sure these are illegal here.”

A purple butterfly outline appeared over his eyes.

“Remember Hero Hunter, these aren't just copies. Thanks to the powers I gifted you, those weapons are lethal, even to them. That includes if they are turned on you as well.”

“Yea Yea, I am well aware of the powers. I get their magic trinkets, and take them back to you. And I can kill them if I want to.”

“Just be sure you succeed.”

“Noted.”

Hero hunter Dashed along the roof tops after the two. He was planning on doing two quick shots then clean up. But perhaps he can enjoy an up close kill.

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“We need to find a place to regroup and think of a way to handle this akuma.”

“Agreed, I hate when the akuma hides like this. It is super annoying.” Chat noir spat.

“Good thing I am not hiding.”

The two heroes stopped to see the akuma appear in front of them.

He was wearing camouflage that seemed to shift to the correct colors of his environment at will. He looked like a mix of a soldier and a game hunter. But what caught the two heroes attention were the two pistols in his hands.

“Are those guns? Like actual guns!?” Chat noir questioned in disbelief.

The akuma smirked.

“Desert Eagle. .44 Magnum. Always buy American.” He said as he pointed his gun at the cat.

“Now, hand over the miraculous, or I turn you both in to Swiss cheese.”

“Hate to tell you this, but those won't do anything to us. Got some impressive Invulnerability. At best those will be an annoy...”

Chat noir heard the click of the barrel but was caught off guard by the bullet the went through his thigh

“AGH!!!!” Chat noir Screamed as blood spilled out of the hole. He grabbed his Thigh as he fell down on one knee, reeling from the pain.

“So much for your durability.” He mocked. “Now last chance, or next shot goes through your skull.”

Ladybug felt a chill go down her spine. This was nothing like the other akuma attacks. This was a true life or death battle. Hawkmoth was playing for keeps!

He lined up his next shot for his head but his arm was snagged by a yo-yo. The sudden movement made him release his gun.

“You get away from him you monster!” Ladybug screamed in rage.

The akuma growled and turned his other hand to her, trying to shoot her.

Ladybug quickly jumped in the air, narrowly avoiding the bullets. He cursed as he realized he needed to reload.

Ladybug took this chance to scoop up Chat noir and get him out of there.

“Sneaky bug.” He muttered angrily. He was done playing nice. He didn't care if they were kids. They were making a mockery of him, and he has a reputation to maintain.

He goes into his bag and pulls out something much bigger.

“This will be perfect for Exterminating that bug.”

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“Ghhh.” Chat noir bit his lip to hold in his pain as Ladybug put pressure on the wound.

“Okay, so we have an akuma with weapons that ignore our durability.”Ladybug stated as she was trying to figure out a plan.

“Figured that one out. Thankfully, I can heal quick. I think the bleeding is stopping.”

Chat noir managed to stand up. He grunted in pain as he kept himself standing.

“Oh no you don't. You are staying hidden until I solve this.”

“Like hell I am! You expect me to lay back and let the woman I love get shot at?! You're crazy if you think....”

Chat noir noticed Ladybug was in tears.

“Ladybug...”

“I don't want you to die Chatton! You are injured and that wound will slow you down. There is no way you can dodge bullets in your condition!”

“Ladybug... You still have miraculous healing. Once we beat the akuma, all the damage will be undone. That can't happen if you get killed. You need me out there.” Chat noir reasoned.

Ladybug could see his logic. She hated that he was right, she hated that there was a chance they could die. She hugged him. The two managing to calm their nerves after the embrace.

“Okay, but you need to be careful. I don't want you getting hurt anymore.”

“I promise, I will be alright when this is over.”

“Come out Come out Wherever you are!!”

A voice called out from a distance.

“Seems the hunter is getting impatient.” Chat noir rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe I have something to turn the tide and make the hunter the hunted.”

“Lucky Charm.”

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The Akuma sits on the roof top, his camouflage active to ensure he was hiding.

He was pretending that he was getting cocky in order to draw the two heroes out. They will be expecting an outright fight. But he had something special planned.

The two peer from their hiding place, looking around to see where he was.

‘Just a little further.’

“Where did he go? I could of sworn I heard him.”

“Keep calm kitty, he might have a trick up his sleeve.”

‘Just pop right out.’

Chat Noir jumped out of the spot.

“Now!”

He presses the button in his hand.

A sting pulls chat noir back just barely avoiding the exploding mine.

“Damn it!” The akuma cursed.

“Nice try, we figured you would try something like that. And now we know where you are. So quit the chameleon act.

The akuma revealed himself and had his arms up.

“Alright. You caught me. I have been outsmarted.”

Ladybug could see that the man was clearly lying through his teeth, he was reaching for something.

“Its a trap.”

The man revealed a massive Gun and aimed it at them.

“Bye bye.”

The akuma let loose a storm of bullets from his automatic machine gun.

Chat noir began spinning his Staff as fast as he could to block the bullets. Ladybug used the opportunity to slick away.

“I never get to use these. They are so much fun!” The akuma roars with laughter. His bullets not as accurate as before with the powerful gun shooting off rapid fire.

Chat noir managed to block a majority of the bullets but he was getting knocked and hit by a few missed ones, He was starting to getting much bloodier and his baton was slowing down. He was biting his lip to avoid screaming in pain. These bullets hurt like hell.

“You’re finished you mangy mongrel.”

He felt something his his hands.

“What the heck.

“He looked up to see Ladybug.

He pointed his gun upward and began firing. A few bullets managed to connect as she was in the air.

“GHH!” She groaned in pain as she rolled from the landing.

“Nice try Bug. But now your going to be exterminated.”

He pointed the gun at her.

“Ladybug!” Chat noir cried out as he tried to move.

Click

“Out of ammo. No matter, I still have ammunition in my pistols and with how weak you two are, it will be easy pickings.” He boasted as he tried to drop his empty gun. But he couldn't.

“Wait... I can't let go of my gun!”

Ladybug smirked as she revealed the super glue she had on her person, she tossed it aside used her Yo-Yo to circle around his legs and tripped him. His pistols and duffel bag flew off of him as he was helpless to get them.

“You got to be kidding me!” He screamed in frustration.

“Chat noir, the bag!”

The cat slowly stumbled to the bag. Ladybug took notice of the dozens of holes in his body, the cat had managed to protect his vital organs, but his body was bloody and he would die from blood loss if the healing didn't happen soon.

“Hurry Chat!”

“Cata...clysm...” Chat noir called out in a weak voice as he fell forward. Touching the bag with his hand, turning it black and causing it to crumble. The black butterfly popped out.

“No!” The akuma shouted.

Ladybug untangled her yo-yo and went to snag the akuma.

“Time to de-evilize.”

She snagged the akuma with her Yo-Yo and purified it. This resulted in the akuma reverting back into his normal form.

“Chat, the akuma is down! Chat?”

She looks to see a large puddle of red liquid pooling around him.

Ladybug looked away, she couldn't freeze up right now. She needed to cast healing.

“Miraculous ladybug!”

She tossed the glue container into the air and she watched as her powers activate.

The damage to the environment vanished, and the pool of blood around chat noir vanished. Ladybug’s leg healed instantly.

“Chat!” She ran to the cat hero, who was still laying face down in the ground.

“Its alright Chat noir. I fixed everything. You are all fixed up.”

The de-akumatized hitman noticed the hero was distracted. He quietly made his way toward his bag. He had some things in there that would not give him plausible deniability over this whole mess.

“Chatton?” Ladybug touched his cheek and noticed he felt cold. She frantically began checking for a pulse.

“No... no no no... We... we won. This shouldn't.”

The assassin slicked away as the hero desperately tried to revive her partner.

“I wonder if hawkmoth will pay for half the job done?”

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Is Chat Noir Alive? Is he dead?

As my birthday gift @masked-bixch is the one that gets the final say!

I will write the ending after I get the response from her.

It is her birthday gift, she should get to decide how it all ends.

#ml #ml angst #tw: blood #miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #does he live?#does he die #tw: Character Death?#masked-bixch #I hope you like it #miraculous angst

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merakiui · 4 years

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then, could i rq mori with a guillable s/o who's maybe a little too trusting in others 👉👈? i just!! rlly like opposites attract stuff hgshndnd

An Ace and a Fox (Mori)

> spy au

Not good, you think to yourself as you analyze your surroundings to determine your current location. The warehouse provides little visibility, lit only by the windows on the second floor. Most of the them have been boarded up, and debris litters the ground. You’ve never found yourself in this sort of situation before. While you’ve been deceived in the past, it was never to this level of extremity. At least you aren’t blindfolded, so one of your senses isn’t completely useless. Still, this isn’t good at all.

No matter how Hollywood the circumstances may seem, you know this won’t have a good ending if you don’t find a way out. Your memory resurfaces as you sit there, tied to an uncomfortable chair with thick rope pressing against your constricted limbs. Hours ago, you were trying to pawn off some items you had found while dumpster diving. You had been desperate for cash, needing it for food and to pay your bills. There was also the money and favors you owed a few acquaintances. The scary reality is beginning to dawn on you as you remember just how late you are on your payment. And this time it’s gotten serious.

In hindsight, you should’ve moved to another country when you had the chance. But would any of that matter? You were positive they’d find you and attempt to wring you dry of the money you so rightfully owed. Unfortunately, you’re at a loss, unable to even afford a night at a one-star hotel. How did they expect you to pay off favors when you were barely getting by? Well, to be frank, you did this to yourself. You knew very well not to get involved with shady dealers. You should’ve turned a blind eye when that suspiciously inviting hand was held out to you in your time of need, a silent testimony to the unfavorable bond you were slowly forming with a hungry snake.

Though this can hardly be called a bond. Waiting for your demise doesn’t seem fair, but this is what your life has become. Best to suck it up and pray that luck is on your side.

A pair of fancy footsteps ring out, startling you into focusing. Designer shoes, made of leather and sewn to grim perfection, make their way towards you. You don’t have to look up to know who it is. You’re well aware of the man looming over you, dressed in a fine tuxedo and an even finer wrath. Your time of ruminating over an escape is over. Your lucky stars have burnt out, falling to Earth just like your dashed hopes.

“I had faith in you this time, (Name),” he speaks, tone thick and heavy with disdain. “I really did. But we both know it’s not good to hold onto worthless expectations when the ones I’ve set in place aren’t even being met.”

“I’m sorry.”

“An apology won’t suffice. I’m afraid begging for salvation isn’t a suitable look on you. What a shame. I thought you knew better than to ignore the clock.”

“I’ll get your money in a week. That’s all I need. You don’t have to tie me up to get your point across! I know I’m wrong, so let me fix this.”

“You can’t mend what’s already broken.” Sighing, he scuffs his shoe against the concrete. “My men are surrounding us as we chat. Try anything and it’s adios. Well, it’s not like you can do anything in that position.”

“One week,” you repeat, hoping to garner his withering sympathy. “Please. Give me another chance. I won’t let you down.”

“But you’ve already let me down. Countless times, in fact. Why should I believe your words now? What impact will they have if they’re spoken with the same tongue that’s lied a dozen times? You either pay now or you don’t pay at all.”

“I can’t!” you shout, glaring daggers at the snide man. “You know I can’t!”

“If you can’t fork over the money, you deserve to pay with your own blood. Surely that’s a fair deal?” He crosses his arms, tutting in mock disapproval. “It’s not what I would’ve wanted, but I need my money. You’ve ran out of time, (Name).”

“I was in the middle of selling some stuff when your men kidnapped me! I’ll give you everything I got today, and if you let me go I’ll get the rest.”

“Who’s to say you won’t contact the authorities?”

“Have I ever done it in the past?” you snap, a bundle of nerves interlacing with your frantic emotions. “I haven’t, so have a little faith in me.”

“You’re like a chapel that’s run out of hacks to sell. Give it a rest.” Pivoting, your kidnapper doesn’t need to announce his leave. “This is where our business officially ends.”

“Wait, no! I'm making a promise. If you just give me—don’t leave! Time. I need more time. I’ll pay you double of what I owe.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He motions to the dark shadows surrounding the outskirts of your peripheral, and two people—a man and a woman—step out, pointing the cold steel of their guns at the back of your head. “Get rid of this pest. They’ve run their mouth long enough.”

And then he’s walking away, ignoring your pleading cries.

This is it, you think, pupils blown wide and darting to and fro. This is the day I die. These people are going to kill me, and then they’ll hide my corpse. No one will ever find me. I’ll be an unsolved case until the end of time!

You prepare yourself for the end of your pitiful life cycle. With twin barrels aimed for your skull, you know there’s no possibility of survival. Two bullets will find their way into your brain, causing a grand commotion of signals as your body prepares for death. You won’t be able to wonder whether or not endorphins will flood your head because your death might be instant. Or you could simply bleed out, living in a few minutes of cursed consciousness that have been granted unluckily. In your next life, you hope to be smarter than you are now. If you weren’t so easily tricked and manipulated, you might’ve been able to save yourself from this demise months ago.

It’s too late for that now, though.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you listen for the inevitable gunshots. And yet they never come. A dull click makes your eyes snap open, risking a glance at the people behind you. They curse, fumbling with their pistols and muttering about how both firearms are devoid of ammunition. Your heart practically leaps at this turn of events. As if life has been breathed into you via a tube, you struggle in your bindings, trying as hard as you can to loosen them before they’re able to reload. Around you, a symphony of clicking permeates the stilted air, grumblings coming from all over the place. You listen as your kidnapper’s underlings complain about this odd occurrence.

Without warning, bullets rain from above, and that’s when you see him. Dressed in attire befitting a silver-tongued casanova, rich in his appearance and flair, he’s leaning over the railing, looking down at the surprised men and women.

“Looking for these? You can have them.” His tone is teasing, a simple smile plastered to his face. “As long as I can have that hostage. I assume you’re content with this trade.”

“Absolutely not!” a woman shouts, scrambling to load her weapon. She motions wildly. “Go protect the boss. Little Fox is here!”

Little Fox? What a weird name. It’s one of the many thoughts that crosses your mind, but you’re grateful nonetheless for the masked stranger who has come to your rescue. If it weren’t for him, you’d be dead by now, brain matter scattered on the cold ground. I’m so relieved...

“I had a feeling I’d find everyone here.” He drops down from the second floor with such ease that it makes you question his humanity. “Perhaps you should spend your time gambling rather than intimidating this poor soul out of their funds. I suppose money makes people do crazy things. This is most certainly crazy.”

“Enough talking,” you murmur. “Help me out?”

Catching your words, he turns to face you. “And you’re just going to trust me? That doesn’t seem too wise.”

“Well, it’s not like things can get any worse, and you’re the only sane person here. I’m willing to hedge my bets.”

Your phrasing makes him chuckle. Wordlessly, he reveals a stack of playing cards, shuffling through them before plucking one from the deck. And then he flicks it in your direction. It whizzes through the air, past the men and women who are now shooting at the both of you, and it effectively slices the ropes, which fall in your lap. The glowing card returns to the deck in no time. In awe, you look around at the bullets that seem to evade you, as if they were being controlled.

“What is this?” you whisper, at a loss for an explanation. “Little Fox, who are you?”

“Who are you, to be so gullible as to get tangled up with these people?” he retorts. “We need to hurry. This gimmick won’t last forever.”

“Huh? I’m confused—whoa!” Another playing card zips past your face, nearly cutting your cheek, as it makes way for a man taking aim. More cards, glowing a bright, mesmerizing blue, circle you and Little Fox, inflicting minor flesh wounds to the men and women who can’t seem to get a fatal hit on either of you. “How are you doing this?!”

“You’ll see,” he says and you almost believe him. “Oh. Were you thinking I’d show you the trick? Maybe I should. You look like you’re inclined to trust my every word.”

“Hey, I’m not an idiot!”

“Then you’ll watch where you step.” He grabs your arm, pulling you closer to the floor before a bullet can graze your skin. Meanwhile, the cards work hard to sever the ammunition in two, rendering it inferior. You’ve never witnessed such an interesting force before. Whatever it is, you’re glad it’s working. “We should leave before their boss comes back with reinforcements.”

“Right!” Your hand locks with his, startling the blue-haired fox for a moment, and you make a run for the nearest opening, the cards lighting the way. You do your best to block out the shouting and loud gunshots of the boss’s underlings, pushing ahead even though your every nerve is riddled with fear. “How are we not dead? This is insane!”

Humoring you, he asks, “What if we are dead?”

“Are we? We’re not, right?” You clear your throat as you continue to run, pulling him along. “Just to clarify, we’re not actually dead?”

Your words hang in the air for the entirety of your escape. It isn’t until you’re a safe distance away, hidden on the rooftop of another building and catching your breath, when he finally gives you an answer.

“Don’t worry. You’re alive. That crime syndicate won’t have anywhere to flee. As long as the others apprehend everyone.” There goes that gleaming deck again, practically floating between his skilled fingers as it’s shuffled for the umpteenth time. From your viewpoint, you can see the entire city as the sun begins its steady descent. The colors bathe the fox in a soothing light, making him seem less mysterious than he initially was. “More importantly, do you trust me enough to take my word as the truth?”

“Yeah. I mean, obviously! You saved me. If it weren’t for you and your party tricks, I wouldn’t have survived. So thank you for coming to my aid, card person.”

“Little Fox,” he corrects you. “Although I have another name.”

“Great. What is it? I’m (Name).”

“I’m not going to give out such personal information to someone I’ve only just met.”

“I guess it can’t be helped. You’re supposed to be undercover, right? Like a spy.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. It all depends on what you choose to believe.”

“Okay.” Awkwardly, you avoid his gaze. “So are you a magical spy? Is that what I witnessed back there?”

He merely shrugs and continues to shuffle. A card slips out, floating to the ground. You snatch it before it can make contact, turning it over in your hands to figure out how it was able to slice a bullet in half. You never knew a card could be so strong.

“Which card did you pull?”

“I didn’t pull it. It fell out. But if you must know, it’s the ace of hearts.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” You look at the card once more, and its symbols change, reflecting the joker. “What? How? You did that on purpose!”

“It’s a possibility.”

“I’m not in the mood for card tricks. I was almost killed today!”

“Whose fault is that?”

“Mine...” You lower your head in shame. “This is the worst.”

“it’s only the worst because you’ve made it so. If you didn’t know, the ace used to mean bad luck. Now everyone sees it as a decent card.” Once again, the symbols have reverted to said design.

“I’m totally not an ace.”

“An ace wouldn’t blindly trust anyone when someone does them a favor.”

“That was a few times! I’m not going to do it again.” You huff, leaning closer to him. Curiously, you grab his mask, lifting it up to see his face. Golden eyes peer back at you, pupils dilated in silent shock. “Thanks again for saving me.”

“My services aren’t free,” he mutters softly, taken back by your sudden closeness.

“Oh!” You pull away, rummaging through your pockets for any spare change. “Right. Sorry, let me see what I’ve got.”

The fox deadpans, thinking to himself, They can’t be this trustful. There’s no way...

“I’ve got three euro coins. Will this be enough? Probably not, but it’s all I have at the moment. If you give me a few days, I can definitely pay you. I’ll even treat you to a pastry. Is that okay? If it’s not, you can name your price. I won’t—”

You’re cut off by his melodious laughter. Flinching, you stare at him, wondering what in the world could be so funny. “I was kidding.”

“What?! And here I was, ready to pay you for your hard work. I can still give you money, though. If that’s what you want!”

“No, I don’t need your money. Thanks, though. I’d advise you to take better care of your finances so you won’t get tricked again.”

“I should do that.”

“And you shouldn’t put your faith in just anyone.”

“Of course. I’ll do better.”

“And you can’t expect this to happen whenever you’re in a bind. I’m not a babysitter.”

“I... I know that.” Heat rises to your face, burning intensely as night falls upon you and your newfound savior. “You don’t have to scold me. I’m an adult just like you.”

“I would’ve thought you were a child, what with how gullible you are.”

“Very funny. That smile isn’t fooling anyone.”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“I give up...”

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Mori stares at the ace in his hand, glinting even when held against the stark, rainy backdrop of the window. He thinks of the peculiar person he met the other day. They could’ve been on death’s door, and then he stepped in, ensuring that that wouldn’t happen. It was a relief the Department chose to send him on the mission, as he knew how to look before blindly diving in. He’s learned many things in his past, all of which have been useful lessons in his present life. There’s a somber twinge to his thoughts as he reflects upon the one whom he currently misses. He flips the ace over once in an effort to distract himself from his master.

(Name) seemed like a fun person, albeit far too trusting when it came to a matter of survival. Mori knows better than to trust those around him. He won’t make the same mistake twice, so he can only hope that you will be smart in how you play your cards. Though he may never cross paths with you again and though fate has a cruel way of conjoining those who are opposites, he’s still impressed at your unwavering ability to follow anyone who so much as lends you a hand. How can anyone be like that? It must be a nightmare.

And yet it’s anything but a bad dream. You’re as real as he is, a huge contrast to his morals. While he regrets the fact that you’ve already seen his face—all prospects of anonymity gone—he can’t help the feeling of intrigue. Maybe it’s just misplaced, considering you’re one of the more interesting victims he’s seen during hectic missions. Regardless, he hopes you’ll be wise for the future.

Once again, the ace glitters back at him. Perhaps if you learn to fight your own battles, you might just become the unsuspecting ace in a deck of scrambled misfortunes. If anything turns sour, which is something Mori is more than accustomed to, he knows that money can be trusted far more than the thin wills of most people. Casting all thoughts of the master aside, he puts the ace back into the deck and shuffles.

The joker peeks out, a wild card that can be anything it wants if put to the test. Little Fox smiles a familiar smile. You’re an interesting card. Maybe your paths will intersect one day, and maybe they won’t. It’s not like he knows, nor does he trust that sort of intuition, but it’s nice to think about.

#afterl!fe #after l!fe #afterl!fe mori #afterl!fe x reader #mori x reader #afterl!fe mori x reader #afterl!fe the sacred kaleidoscope #spy au #oneshot

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mila-dans · 4 years

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Here it is:

“Baby, I know it hurts right now. Trust me I know because your pain hurts me more but this pain will leave our soul and all that will remain is love.” - Supernatural quote of the day (8/8) (327).

“The Famous Final Scene,” - Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band (one of the greatest rock writers of all time).

This is the end.

Is it, though?

Sure it is.

Supernatural has been on for 15 years. Older than a majority of its viewers. One sci-fi show has not only been on but has SUCCESSFULLY premiered every year since 2005. This show is about two brothers fighting evil. That was the tag line, the selling point. Yeah sure its expanded and extended on the synopsis but not too much. Since season 4, we've had two brothers and an angel (another brother) fighting evil (disguised as good). Currently, we have two brothers and an angel (three fathers) and the son of Lucifer (son of the Winchesters (all three)) fighting evil (which happens to be the model for good). This is what the show is. Monsters, Demons, Angels, Hunters, rock music, that sweet 67' Chevy impala, a few fifths of whiskey, whole lot of women, and many references to the X-Files. Is this an accurate depiction of the show "Supernatural"?

Yes. And this show will end.

But, what will live on is so much better.

We aren't here for the props or costumes. The plot consistencies or the little smudge of extra makeup that is required to make the show perfection. We are here for not just the show...

We are here for the actors, the directors, the writers (sometimes), the makeup department, the lighting coordinators, the set designer. WE ARE HERE FOR THE PEOPLE

We are the FANDOM. We are the FAMILY.

Nothing will change that. The show will end. We know that. It's a hard to swallow pill and that's okay cause we are all taking those meds (along with some others)! We are like a net, hanging on to one another, becoming connected and interweaves. When the net gets a dip in it, when someone struggles to hang on, the rest of the net, the rest of us pull harder, become stronger. We have each other's backs. We may not like one another, we may hate one another's preferences or ships and some of us may even go extra lengths to satisfy whatever desires the show leaves us with but are any of those wrong? No. But to me, the show is too important to be nitpicky about who gets set up with who or what becomes canon or not. This show is a rock to me. It is a constant that I needed in my darkest times. But now, now I’m okay. I’m okay thanks to the show, but especially thanks to the fandom. To think that I only discovered the following in the past year out of the three that I’ve been watching it is bizarre. I feel as if I was welcomed into the family just the same as someone would’ve been if they saw the show when it first aired.

It’s crazy. All of it. Knowing that these characters will cease to exist in their true form and place brings me to the edge of insanity. But, I’ve got to remember, just as you have to remember that this is not the ending. Just A ending. This is just the ending of the production and creation of Supernatural. It is not the ending of the actors, the fanfics, the gifs, it’s not the ending of the fandom.

When you take away the aspect of having to film the show and produce a profitable episode, you become left with what the show has built. Love. Love of every kind. Love towards the show, to Misha, to Baby, to their wives and families, to everyone. This is the legacy the show has left for us to cherish and continue on with.

Always Keep Fighting. Love Yourself First. You Are Not Alone.

So many good things came from a single idea that came from a single man. Look at where we are now. We have the masses that aren’t just mindless followers supporting Jensen because he’s attractive of loving on Jared just cause he’s their type. No. We have a family that loves one another. This show has not only itself gotten me through hardships, but it gave me a family to motivate and push me forward. This show is the reason that I started praying again because for years I felt lost and discouraged but each night, just like when I first started, I pray for the crew, the actors, and so on and so on and all of their families. I call their kids out by name when praying. They are that important to me.

These men and women are not idols to me, they are not superstars. They are men who have made mistakes. Men who are far from perfect and that’s what I love about them. They don’t try to be something they’re not. To be upset with them because of bad actions is to hold them up to the standards of perfection which is impossible for any mere mortal to adhere by. Jared has gone through depression, anxiety, whatever you want to call it, he has been through hell and thanks to his family, he has come out the other side. Alex, Jim, Mark (2x), Kim, Ruth, etc., etc., are my family. Sure I might faint if Jensen looked directly at me but HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE LIPS?! Matt Cohen knows.

We have built a family and we will stay a family when the show ends. Family is forever. Real family that is. What we have is real. Just like what the boys have been saying in the promos. “You ask what’s real? We are.” And it is true.

Morn for the loss of the show called Supernatural. Remember the speech Sam gave in “Metamorphosis” and then the one he gave in “Prophet and Loss.” Remember the pizza man and why six is afraid of seven. Remember Dean and his love for pie along with his love for Baby (And “PUDDING!” of course).

But now, go and watch the gag reels. Watch the convention videos and Misha’s directors cut of the show. Watch the reality that came from fiction.

We now only have the reality, the truth, the love, and the family to hang and hold onto. Don’t let it go. Don’t let that emotion fade. Let it grow. Save it for later when we hope and dream that one day it may return. We have hope, let’s use it. We have love, let’s give it.

I love my family. One of the best, if not the best, family I’ve ever had. Thank you for making me a apart of your family. Thank you for welcoming me into your home. thank you friends, thank you family.

LONG LIVE SUPERNATURAL

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verai-marcel · 4 years

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Midnight Promises (Vampire!Arthur x Fem!Reader, RDR2 Fanfic, 18+, Part 2 of 2)

Tags, Notes, & Summary are in Chapter 1.

AO3 Link here, darlin’.

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Chapter 2 - With A Price

Word Count: 3415

Charlotte climbed into her own bed, her room underneath the house with no windows, just as Cal had built them. Clutching Arthur’s letter, she curled up and breathed, an old habit that she no longer needed, but still, just the same, she needed to do it.

She missed Cal.

Cal would want her to live.

But Cal didn’t know what would happen if she continued to do so.

She had been a fool.

In keeping him unaware of the depth of their bond, she had doomed them both.

In the middle of the day, with the sun shining brightly over her cabin in the mountains, Charlotte fell asleep and for the first time in a long time, she dreamed of the past.

***

Arthur had visited her several times after Cal had died. She remembered Arthur’s first visit, coming across her just as she was visiting Cal’s grave.

On a subsequent visit as she put Arthur into her guest bed after his coughing fit, she had the feeling she might have to bury him too. She carried on with her day, cleaning and reading, trying not to think about it, until she heard a shuffling.

Arthur slowly walked out to the main room and gave her a wan smile.

She stood up. “Are you…?”

He waved his hand dismissively. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

He chuckled. “Can’t put anything past ya, can I?”

She walked up to him. “How bad is it?”

Arthur looked away. “It’s TB.”

Charlotte nodded. She had suspected as much; she had noticed him weakening during his last couple of visits, and she could smell a sickness in him, something that seemed much worse than the usual ailments.

“Are you afraid of dying?” she asked him, looking him in the eyes.

He was quiet for a moment. “...Yes. But I’ve accepted it.”

“What if you could live?”

“There’s no comin’ back from this.”

She placed a hand on his arm. “There is a way.”

***

He had rejected her offer at first, thinking she was crazy, it wouldn’t work.

But when she had held him up by one arm, exhibiting a supernatural strength, he had only shrugged and said as nonchalantly as he could, “well, maybe you ain’t crazy.” She had given him a small mouthful of her blood to keep him going for a little longer while she researched how to change him without accidentally killing him.

Turned out that the bit of blood he took from her worked as a lifeline; when she felt his life ebbing away on the mountain, she ran to him, forced blood down his throat, and watched as her friend became a newly born vampire.

***

When the training year was over, Arthur had leaned down and given Charlotte a sweet peck on the cheek. It would be their last meeting where they could be together in the same room without wanting to rip each other apart. Even at that moment, Charlotte could feel the instinctual aggression begin to bubble up, but she only smiled and told Arthur, “Write to me whenever you need help. And please. Think about my request.”

Arthur had nodded and set off on his new horse, riding into the darkness.

***

You woke up as the sun was setting. Stretching your sore muscles, you felt refreshed after sleeping so many nights on a bed roll. Getting out of bed and putting on your traveling clothes, you exited the room to find Charlotte to say goodbye.

She was sitting at her dining table, reading Arthur’s letter. She looked up at you as you walked in and beckoned you to sit with her.

Setting your bag down, you sat across from her, glancing at the letter curiously.

“Do you wish to know what he wrote?”

You shrugged. “I’m curious, but if it’s a private matter between the two of you, I don’t want to pry.”

She nodded and smiled at you. “You’re a good woman. I’m choosing to tell you.” She took a deep breath.

“Do you know why it took Arthur so long to bring you to me?”

You shook your head.

“Arthur didn’t want to bond anyone to him because if he died, they would die with him.”

You swallowed. Knowing him, he didn’t want the possibility of someone killing him and taking you down with him. No wonder he was so hesitant about the topic.

“I told Arthur, before he left, that if he found someone he wanted to be with forever, that I would give him the ritual for a price.”

She stood up and went to her bookshelf. Picking a leather-bound journal, she came back to the table and handed it to you. “This is my personal journal, of all of my observations about being a vampire. I want you to have it.”

You took the journal and looked back up at her. “Are you sure? Don’t you need it?”

A bittersweet smile crossed her face; your heart ached to look at her. “Not for much longer.”

“Charlotte?”

“Do you know what the price is?” She held up the letter. “The price that Arthur agreed to?”

You barely shook your head. Your heart hammered and you started to feel a cold sweat coming on.

“He has to kill me.”

You dropped the journal. Staring at her, you hastily picked it back up and tried to give it back to her, as if handing her journal back would reverse what she had said. “No, no! Why?”

She wrapped your hands around her journal and gently pushed it back towards you. “It must be done.” Looking out the window as the sun set, she was silent for a moment before continuing to speak. “Without Cal, I’ll lose my sanity. I cannot feed on anything else. Any blood I drink, I’ll just vomit it back up.”

You could only listen in horror as your throat went dry.

“I’ve only survived this long because I was strong. But in a few more years, I will become a feral beast and slowly die from starvation as I mindlessly kill creatures, trying to drink their blood.”

She looked back at you, the weight of the world in her gaze. “Arthur knows this, knows the risks, but he loves you so much that he’s willing to bind himself to you forever. Your life will be as long as his, but if you are killed, then he will slowly go insane as he starves. Bonding with you makes you his only food source, and everything else becomes poison.”

She looked at you, a grave expression on her face. “Do you understand why he didn’t want to do this at first?”

You nodded.

“I know that asking him to kill me will hurt Arthur. I know that inside, he is a kind man who just happened to grow up in a violent world. Please, forgive me for hurting him.”

You looked upon this kind woman, the one who had saved Arthur, the one who had given you the knowledge to be with him forever, and the one who was suffering, and would continue to suffer, unless the price was paid.

And you made a decision.

“No.”

Charlotte stared at you for a moment, confused. “What?”

“Arthur won’t suffer this time.” You breathed in and silently prayed for courage. “I’ll do it.”

She looked at you, her confusion turning into respect. “Thank you,” she said softly.

***

As dusk melted away, leaving the sky a dark fabric of inky velvet, you and Charlotte walked to a flower bed, next to a grave. She placed a stake, a mallet, and an axe on the ground nearby. You were carrying a rifle that she had loaded with a silver bullet.

She lay in the bed of flowers, her face smiling and peaceful as she glanced at the gravestone.

“I’ll see you soon, Cal.”

Then she turned to you. “I’m sorry,” she said, but her smile did not waver. “I never meant for you to be the one to do this.”

You nodded, struggling to control your emotions. Taking another deep breath, you raised the rifle. “You were so kind to me. I’ll always remember you.”

She smiled. “Tell Arthur thank you. And that I’m sorry.”

“I will.”

You fired the rifle straight into her heart.

She didn’t even make a sound as the bullet pierced her body, her face turning slightly towards the gravestone. Taking the stake and the mallet, you hammered it down where her heart was, to keep her body in place, as she had instructed you. Then you set down the mallet and picked up the axe, taking one last look at her face.

Even in death, Charlotte still looked graceful. Her smile was full of kindness and gratitude. It was the gratitude that broke your heart as you swung the axe.

***

You listlessly rode back to the cave by yourself. You had beheaded her before burying her, your tears blinding you as you had shoveled the dirt until she was fully beneath the earth. You had put all the tools away, too numb to really think about why you were doing it, just that it was something she would have done.

After you had agreed to her price, she had quickly penned a letter for Arthur, which you had in your bag. That letter felt like it weighed a thousand pounds as you carried it, along with her journal and her ritual book.

As you approached the cave before dawn, Arthur came out, looking worried.

“Darlin’?”

You got off the horse slowly, starting to shake violently as the full weight of what you had done was starting to sink in.

“Arthur?” you whispered feebly.

He ran the rest of the way to you, pulling you into his arms. He sniffed and stared at you. “What…?”

“I paid the price,” you said as your tears began to flow once more.

Arthur stared, his mouth open in shock. Then he bowed his head and held you tight.

And for a long time, neither of you spoke. Only soft sobs filled the night air.

You weren’t sure if the sounds were coming from you, or him, or both of you.

***

At some point, the two of you had hidden back in the cave and fallen asleep in each other’s arms, holding each other for comfort as the day came and went.

The two of you awoke, together, as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon. Arthur’s fingers caressed your cheek as he traced the line of your jaw, to your neck, to your shoulder, down your arm, to your hand, where he entwined his fingers with yours and clasped your hand tight.

“I love you so much,” he murmured. “I love you above all else.”

“I love you too,” you quietly said back. “You’re worth everything.”

Silently looking at each other for a few moments, just basking in this connection of two people who would never need anyone else, you and Arthur smiled and leaned in at the same time to share a chaste kiss.

“We can do the ritual tonight,” you finally said. “It’s a full moon.” You sat up and pulled the ritual book from your bag. “Or we can wait a month until we get back home so we’re in a more familiar place.”

Arthur looked over your shoulder as you flipped to the chapter with the bonding ritual. After skimming the page you were on, he shrugged. “What do you want to do?”

“Let’s do it tonight.” You got out of the bedroll and stood up, stretching your back. Your arms were sore and your heart still hurt. Looking back at Arthur, you smiled. “I think it’s what she would have wanted for us.”

His lip twitched as he let out a soft laugh. “You know, I think you’re right.”

***

Together, the two of you gathered up some stones and built a circle in the cave. Making small fires at the four cardinal directions, the two of you shed your clothes and stood facing each other within the circle.

“You ready?”

“To be with you forever? Lemme think about it.”

You smacked Arthur lightly on the arm. “Funny.”

“I’d like to think so,” he said as he cupped your cheek. “But in all seriousness, are you sure? You’ll be stuck with me for a long time.”

You touched his cheek in return. “I’m absolutely sure.”

He nodded. “Thank you,” he whispered. He leaned down and kissed you. His lips moved down your chin to your neck, where the tips of his fangs grazed your skin, but never breaking through, always so gentle with you as he worked his way down your body, worshiping you with kisses and tender touches until he was on his knees before you. Your hands had been on his shoulders, following him down until he was looking up at your face. He wrapped one arm around your hips, his hand gripping your backside.

“Put yer leg over my shoulder, darlin’,” he said as he patted your thigh. You carefully swung it over his shoulder with his help, holding onto his head for support.

Arthur leaned his head in and tentatively licked your core. He looked up at you again, winking as he dove in, giving your lower lips a full make out session as he devoured you.

You moaned louder as he became bolder with his exploration, his tongue flicking this way and that, opening you up and making you wet with need. His arms around you kept you steady as your hands gripped his head, fingers in his hair as you rolled your hips as much as you could in his iron hold.

He was a very talented man with his mouth, his chin dripping with your juices as he pulled away right before he brought you to completion. You whimpered, only to have him pat your rear gently.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he coaxed as he lay down in the center of the circle. He stroked his cock, hard from pleasuring you, as he held out his other hand to you. You took it, letting him guide you as you straddled him and slowly lowered yourself onto his shaft.

“Take yer time.”

You let out a soft sigh as you seated yourself fully, his girth filling you up and making you feel amazing. You knew you’d never get tired of this feeling.

Raising his right wrist, he bit down on his vein. Blood dribbled from the wound as he lifted it to your mouth. Giving your right wrist to him, he kissed the soft skin, his fangs grazing near the vein. Taking your left hand with his, he nodded at you

Together, the two of you held hands, fingers entwined.

Together, you spoke.

Together, you made a promise.

“Take of my blood, be my one true heart, forever yours, ‘till all the stars fall.”

Together, you both bit down, his blood filling your mouth as yours filled his.

You weren’t ready for the feeling that coursed through you the moment his blood hit your tongue. The only real way you could characterize it was as if the wind had dove through your skin, through your very pores, compressing into your heart. You forced yourself to swallow and continued to drink, even as your heart hammered, even as you began to sweat and shake; Charlotte had told you to drink until the whooshing feeling ceased.

So you drank.

When you felt like your heart was about to stop, all of a sudden, the power released itself from you, and you felt flushed with heat. Arthur looked up at you as he gave your skin one last, languid lick to heal the wound, his pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed with life. He placed your hand on his heart, and you felt a heartbeat; it was the first time you had felt one.

The gentle rhythm matched your own.

He smiled as he let go of your hand and gripped your hips with both hands. You started to move, sliding along the length of him, leaning down to kiss his warm lips as you rode him, the two of you lost in the feel of each other, wrapped up in emotions you never thought were possible. It was deeper than any love you could imagine, stronger than any bond you had ever felt.

His arms wrapped around you and held you close. His hips surged upwards, meeting your body as you rode him faster and faster, your breath coming out in short gasps. You were so close, so damn close.

"Come with me, darlin'," Arthur said softly, his arms holding you even tighter.

You burst apart, crying out his name as utter pleasure ripped through your body, your hips spasming uncontrollably. He gripped your ass and thrust upwards, moaning your name over and over as he too slipped over the edge into sweet delirium, filling you with his spend.

For a few minutes, the two of you lay there on the cold stone of the cave, just breathing. When you shivered, Arthur carefully sat up, wrapped your arms and legs around him, and got up. Walking out of the circle, the fires extinguished and the cave became dark.

Blinking, you trusted Arthur to take you to the bed roll, where he lay you down and grabbed his union suit and your night dress for warmth. After the two of you pulled on your clothes, he covered you both with his blanket, making sure you were warm enough. You smiled and snuggled into his arms.

"Sweetheart?"

"Yes?"

You felt him caress your face oh so gently. "I love you. Always will."

You felt for his face in the darkness, and when you found him, you leaned forward to kiss him softly.

"I'll love you forever, Arthur Morgan."

***

Arthur slowly got up from the bed roll, making sure not to waken his beloved. Moving as silent as a shadow, he took the letter from the pile of books on the ground and carried it to the mouth of the cave so he could read it in the moonlight.

Opening the letter, he smiled sadly at seeing Charlotte's cursive lettering.

My dearest Arthur,

I'm afraid this will be my last letter to you. Your chosen mate is very courageous. She has a good look in her eyes.

At this point, you'll know what she's done for you. Treasure her, guard her. Don't make my mistake. Don't let her die. Make sure she knows how you feel. Every day.

I leave all my worldly belongings to you. I already had the deed transferred to your name long ago. Do with them what you wish.

I'll miss you, my friend. But I'm off to see Cal, so I can't say that I'm sad to go.

Take care of yourself.

C. B.

Arthur folded the letter and stared up at the moon.

"Goodbye, Charlotte."

***

When you awoke at dusk, you found Arthur, sleeping soundly next to you. As you moved, he reached out for you, hooking one arm around your waist.

"Just a few minutes more, darlin'," he mumbled.

You just fell back into his embrace and held him close until twilight swept across the sky.

The two of you finally got dressed and went to hunt some small game. Arthur ended up cooking a small rabbit for you. You ate some of the leftover biscuits and some of the cooked meat before helping him pack up everything and load up the horses. All of this was done in relative silence, both of you processing the past twenty four hours.

"Charlotte gave us everythin'," he finally said as the two of you started riding down the mountain path.

"Wh-what?"

"Her house. Her land. All of it."

You stared at him, agape. Then you noticed his face, pained, yet pensive. Was it too painful to live where his mentor had died? You didn't want to go back there at the moment either, but you couldn't imagine how Arthur felt.

"What are you thinking?" you asked in a small voice.

He sighed as he stared ahead for a few moments. "I'm thinking we keep it for when we get too young for our current town," he finally replied. "Another ten years, then we'll move out here, live quietly, away from people, just us two."

He turned and gave you a teasing smile, his eyes full of love for you. "What do ya say, Mrs Morgan?"

You smiled back. "I'd say that sounds like Heaven, Mr. Morgan."

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End Notes: I know this got really angsty and dark. If you've read Magic Knight Rayearth, then you'll know where I got my inspiration from. If you managed to read this all, thank you for sticking around. I hope you enjoyed the ride.

#rdr2 fanfic #arthur x reader #vampire arthur #writing #arthur morgan #nsft #lemon fanfic #arthur x fem!reader #tw: assisted suicide #tw: death #tw: blood

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ymiwritesstuff · 4 years

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Hey, is it possible for Diego x Gyro's sister reader where she doesn't mind Diego's company and will often be mischievous with her brother and Johnny? Thank you, you're an amazing writer!

Wow I had soo much fun with this one. It turned out to be a tiny bit different than you requested but I still hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for the request and continued support!!

Just a Little Scheme

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 7: Steel Ball Run

Diego Brando x Gyro’s Sister!Reader

Summary: The obvious connection with you and Diego doesn’t sit well with your brother who absolutely despises the man. And one night this hatred is brought to the surface in a new yet terrifying way.

Notes: Swearing!

“Absolutely not.”

The words left Gyro’s mouth in an instant, wanting to reject your utterly insane suggestion as quickly as possible. You frown your brows at your brother’s answer. “What? C’mon Gyro,” you say with a pleading tone, trying to convince your brother to accept. You weren’t sure why he was so persistent on rejecting your offer as he didn’t even know Diego. To you he had always been kind, albeit a little smug, but he never did or even tried to do anything to harm you.

“No way I’m letting that asshole travel with us. It’s already bad that he’s got his eyes on you.” Gyro wasn’t blind. He knew exactly what Diego was thinking every time he laid his cyan eyes on you. And those same eyes were looking at him with clear mischievousness, as if to mock him. Needless to say, this frustrated Gyro a lot, hence why he wasn’t going to let the blond male journey with them.

You blush at your brother’s words as there was some truth to them. It was clear that Diego was intrigued by you as most of his words consisted of compliments and corny, yet highly effective flirting. The attention didn’t bother you in the slightest, in fact you often fired back at the male with equal words. You had met him in secret to avoid alarming Gyro and you always enjoyed your time with the blond. There was a clear connection between you two and you thought it would be delightful to have him travel with you.

“Gyro please.. He isn’t that bad. You don’t even have to talk to him! He won’t bother you or Johnny at all!” You say as your brother turned his back to you and began to walk to his horse and Johnny who waited while on Slow Dancer. You weren’t sure if Johnny was bothered by Diego, not that it really mattered as it was your brother that was the more difficult one. “He can eat shit for all I care, but he sure as hell isn’t going to travel with us!” You let out a sigh of frustration. This wouldn’t do. Just as Gyro was about to mount Valkyrie you quickly opened your mouth to object:

“Then I’m traveling with him alone.”

Your brother’s green eyes practically shot to look at you, your words making him lower his foot from the stirrup. You were like a child. Arms crossed, eyes closed and you held your chin up, determined to make your brother accept your offer. “No you’re not” Gyro said sternly. Even worse than having Diego with you three was having Diego travel alone with you. The guy was far too unpredictable and Gyro would never forgive himself if something happened to you. “(Name), you’re not going to travel with that bastard.”

“Then stop being so stubborn and let him come with us!” You finally opened your eyes and looked at him. His eyes twitched in annoyance. “You’re the stubborn one! Stop actin’ like a kid and let’s go!” Instead of listening you scoffed and mounted your own horse and began to head for the opposite direction. Gyro’s face twisted in confusion as he mounted his own steed. “Where are you going?!” Gyro shouted after you causing you to look at him and stick your tongue out in a childish manner. The light-haired male sighed out loud and shook his head in defeat. He knew there was no fighting with you. This would be a long ride.

During the ride Gyro’s face alone told all about his frustration. He kept quiet the entire time, not even looking at you and Diego who were right behind him and Johnny. He could however hear every word you two shared. From the awful flirting to the sneaky compliments Diego threw at you, everything just made Gyro fall deeper into the rage that was engulfing him. The worst thing of all though was that you were happily laughing at his words and complimenting him back, which made Gyro want to throw up.

“Say, (Name).. How about we have some fun?” Diego asked, pointing at the two males playing poker not too far away from the fire. The four of you had settled down for the night, wanting to let yourselves and your steeds to rest. You immediately got the hang of his idea, intrigued to hear what he had in mind. “What do you have in mind?” Your curiosity caused a devious smirk to appear across Diego’s lips and he quickly glanced at Gyro whose gaze was focused on the cards in his hands, but still alert as he promised himself to keep an eye on you two.

“Just play along, dear. This’ll be hilarious.” Excitement bubbled with in you, your lips forming a smirk of your own as Diego took a hold of your hands. From the corner of your eye you could see Gyro glance you two, seemingly interested in what Diego was about to do. “You’re absolutely stunning (Name). The way your (E/C) eyes shine under the moon is enough to completely blind me.” Diego’s obviously over the top compliment still managed to make you blush, despite the fact that you wanted to laugh at the corny remarks. Gyro’s eyes were now locked on you and Diego, his gaze shooting daggers at the blond. Diego noticed his enraged look, which only encouraged him to continue.

“Oh how could I ever take my eyes off you... You are downright...” One of Diego’s hands made its way to your face, caressing your cheek, his face inching closer. “Addicting.” The heat on your cheeks only got worse and you could practically feel the sheer rage radiating from your brother. Johnny had his gaze both on you two and Gyro, seemingly preparing to hold his friend back if he were to lash out in anger. A low chuckle left Diego’s lips. His little scheme was working a lot better than expected. “My dear, surely you’d want to come with me rather than travel with these.. Insects.” Diego glanced at Gyro and Johnny with an expression that emitted disgust. His hand moved to the back of your head, his face dangerously close to yours. “Don’t you dare...” Gyro muttered through gritted teeth, his knuckles white from trying to contain his irritation.

“Diego... Maybe you should-” You tried to warn him as you knew how your brother got when he was angry. It was brutal to say the least. However Diego quickly ignored your warning as you felt his lips finally meeting yours. The feeling was far beyond what you had imagined. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy and the feeling of Diego’s passionate hold on you made you crave more. Diego shot yet another glance at Gyro, a smirk forming during the kiss due to his expression. Almost immediately you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to enjoy the kiss before it would be inevitably broken by your brother.

Unfortunately the moment was short lived as Gyro’s loud, absolutely livid voice cut through the air. “YOU ASSHOLE! I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!” Gyro shot up from the ground and quickly began running towards you, rage blinding his eyes. Diego was quick to pull away, readying himself for a strategic retreat, but not before looking at you and quickly kissing you on the cheek. “Arrivederci, my dear.” You were left completely stunned as Diego ran towards his trusty steed, not wanting to deal with Gyro’s enraged state. Perhaps another time.

With a quick wink towards you, Diego kicked the sides of Silver Bullet and the horse began galloping away, leaving the three of you behind under the moonlight. “YOU BETTER NOT COME BACK, YOU SHITHEAD!” The way Diego had intentionally agitated Gyro was enough to make him want to kill him. The sheer fact that he intentionally toyed with him by making moves on you was working far too well and Gyro would not let Diego fiddle with his anger any longer. The further away Diego’s form got, the more Gyro’s anger calmed down. However when he quickly turned around to scold you like a brother would, he was instead met with you laughing your heart out at his reaction.

“My goodness Gyro, I thought you were going to kill him!” Diego was right, this was extremely hilarious. You don’t remember the last time you’ve seen your brother so full of fury. Gyro muttered something under his breath before retreating to his previous position beside Johnny who was also cracking a smile. “The next time I see him I’m gonna bash his goddamn brains in.” He then looked at you. “How can you even like him?? The guy’s a total asshole.” Your laughing had calmed down but you still let out a small chuckle.

“Well you aren’t any less of an asshole, ya know? And besides, this was funny. I think I’ll invite him along again.”

“You better fuckin’ not.”

No matter how hilarious it was to see your brother like that, you still understood his worry. He was your family after all and nothing would ever change that. You figured it would be for the better if you remained with him and Johnny during the race, despite how much you loved Diego. You knew how important the Steel Ball Run was for Gyro and you would help him in any way you could.

Next stop: Rocky Mountain Village.

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