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Two idiots in love. (P14)
Joel Miller x anemic!reader
Summary: Joel is determined to get Y/N and Ellie out of the hospital.
Warnings: Gun, blood, injuries, death
Author's note: This is THE FINAL PART for now until season 2 comes out!😭 I'm crying over here. Anyway...
Masterlist
Part 13 if you need caught up!
Part 1
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Joel had turned into an animal. The heartless soldier he knew he could be.
It even scared him.
He walked through every corridor with no sound, shooting any movement he saw with perfect accuracy.
He traced his steps, searching for Y/N or Ellie, whichever he could find first.
It happened to be Y/N.
He found the hospital room they had put her in.
While there was a bed in there, he found her asleep on the floor by the locked door.
After literally shooting the hinges off, he shook her away softly, "Sweet girl, we gotta go. C'mon."
She rubbed her puffy eyes.
He knew that look.
She was crying at some point.
She sat up, her voice low and scratchy, "w…Joel?"
He nodded, rubbing her cheek softly to help wake her up, "Let's go. They're gonna kill Ellie."
This woke her up, "What?"
He helped her up by her bicep, "Can you walk?"
She nods, "Yeah… yeah… I'm fine."
She follows behind Joel quietly, avoiding stepping on the assortment of broken glass with her bare feet.
It scared her how his eyes flit back and forth in anger and determination.
He was killing anything that got in their path with no thought.
It reminded her how lucky she was to be on this side of his anger.
But she got lost in her head as her body pushed against Joel's outstretched arm.
He quickly looked back, "Watch th-"
She looked down at the pile of glass shards she had just stepped in.
She looked up at the ceiling, biting her lip to avoid making a noise.
Joel cursed, "Fuck. Just… Goddammit. You bleeding?"
She lifted her foot, seeing a bit of blood drop onto the floor.
She finally let out a little wince. "I.. I'm fine."
He clenched one of his fists, letting his voice drop low, "You have to stay behind me. Not too far. Not too close."
"No," she reasoned, "I'll slow you down."
He shook his head, "You can't. You have to keep up."
"I'll leave a blood trail. They'll follow us."
"Leave that to me."
She knew better than to argue with him.
…
Joel walked down the hall with determination.
He didn't even dare to look back at Y/N as she limped behind him.
He knew if he did, he'd slow down.
Then he would never save Ellie.
He opened the door to her surgery room slowly, letting his eyes roam over the sight.
It killed him.
She was hooked up a million machines with three different people standing over her.
The didn't notice the two outsiders until Joel spoke up, "unhook her."
They looked up with a gasp.
The doctor stepped forward, "How did you get in here?"
"I said unhook her."
"I won't let you take her," the doctor said as he grabbed a scalpel.
Joel shot his quickly.
His gun turned to the nurses, "Unhook her."
They screamed in fright.
"MOVE!"
They did as he said, and he quickly pulled her into his arms.
He walked out of the door, expecting Y/N to follow.
The three entered the elevator in silence.
The doors opened to the parking garage.
Joel looked out. His gaze settled on a car that was already running.
He moved towards it.
Marlene moved from behind a pillar and pointed her gun at his head, "You can't keep her safe forever. No matter how hard you try, no matter how many people you kill, she's gonna grow up, Joel. Then you'll die. She'll leave."
Y/N finally spoke up, standing in front of him, "You'll shut your goddamn mouth if you know what's good for you."
Marlene scoffed, "How long until she's torn apart by Infected or murdered by raiders? Because she lives in a broken world that you could have saved, Joel."
"Maybe," he reasoned, "but it isn't for you to decide."
"Or you." She spat at him, "So, what would she decide? Because I think she'd wanna do what's right. And you two know it. It's not too late. Even after all of this, we can still find a way."
…
The two adults said nothing as the truck drove down the road. Y/N was in no mood to talk, not that there was even much to say.
Joel finally broke it, "Why… uh.. what happened to you back there?"
She looks away from her wrapped foot to gaze at him, "What?"
"You cried. I could tell. And… why were you on the floor?"
She sighed and shook her head, "I don't want to talk about it."
Joel's jaw clenched, "C'mon. You need to let me into that head of yours at some point."
She smiled to herself, "Alright. Fine. It's just…"
He looked to her again, "What? Sweetheart, please."
"Marlene said something that… I don't know. It sounds stupid…."
He scoffed, "Nothing that comes outta your mouth is ever stupid, Darlin."
She squirmed in her seat, "She said that… you dropped me and Ellie off at the hospital and… left. Marlene said she would take me to 'my family'. Whatever that means."
Joel took a long, deep breath, "Okay…"
She looks up at him with teary eyes, "…Were… were you gonna do that?"
His eyes widen, "Leave you? No. I'll never leave you or Ellie as long as you want me around."
She wipes her eyes, "Promise?"
He smiles, "I do."
She leans back again, "Well.. I… They locked me in the room when I tried to get out and look for you. Banged on the door so long I must've fallen asleep by it. How… how did you know I was there?"
He shook his head, "I didn't. I searched for you."
She smiled, "Thank you, Joel."
He shook his head, "Please don't thank me. I don't deserve it."
"Joel, please. I knew better than to believe Marlene. She's a fucking liar. I wouldn't replace you two for the world," she smiled even wider, "Well... I guess you really did pick us over the world, didn't you?"
He smiled, "I guess I did, sweet girl. I guess I did."
Ellie finally let out a breath as she began to wake up.
Joel cooed at her, "It's all right. You're with me and Y/N."
Y/N turned in her seat to look at Ellie, "Hey. Just… take it slow."
He nodded, "Those drugs are still wearing' off."
Ellie began to speak softly, "I was with the fireflies and then- what drugs?"
His eyes watered, "They were runnin' some tests on you, and some others." He looked over to Y/N with knowing eyes, "Turns out, Ellie, there's a whole lot more like you. People that are immune. Dozens of them. And the doctors, they couldn't make any of it work. They've actually-"
Y/N finally spoke, going along with his lie, "They've stopped looking for a cure."
"Where… where are my clothes?"
Joel spoke up, "Raiders attacked the hospital. We barely got ya outta there. We'll find you some new ones on the way."
Y/N smiled, "Actually, Ellie. I have an extra pair of jeans that may fit you."
But she couldn't care less, "Were people hurt?"
Joel didn't dare to look at Y/N, and she sure as hell wasn't as good at lying as she had hoped.
He nodded, "Yeah."
"Is Marlene okay?"
Joel's lips pulled into a thin line and he simply stared through the windshield.
Ellie's face dropped and she turned on her side to avoid looking at Joel through the mirror anymore.
"I'm taking us home," he finally said, "I'm sorry."
…
What they neglected to tell El is what really happened in the parking garage.
Marlene slowly lowered her gun, dropping it on the floor.
Joel seized that moment of weakness to shoot her.
He placed Ellie in the backseat of the running truck before turning to Y/N, "You'll stay here and watch her."
She nodded.
He walked back to Marlene who laid bleeding on on the concrete floor. She was spitting blood and crying out from the pain.
As Joel approached, she held her hands up as much as she could, "No, wait, wait, wait. Please. Just.. let me go."
Joel said in an even tone. "You'd just come after her."
Gunshot.
…
"Well," Joel sighed as he inspected the smoking engine. "She got us pretty far. Take the rest on foot. It's probably a five-hour hike, but we can manage that. Remember?"
Ellie smiled, "Yeah."
He looked over Ellie towards Y/N, "Think you can walk?"
She smiles and nods as she laces up her new boots, "Yeah. I think I can do it."
…
"You know, Sarah and I used to hike like this all the time." He smiled, "I wouldn't say it was her favorite thing. She wasn't a fan of the mosquitoes and such. But… she was a big climber, or scampering. That's probably the right word. That girl, man, she woulda liked you. Not to say the two of you are the same. Definitely different kids."
"How so?" Ellie wondered.
"Well, she was a lot more, I wanna say girly. And I'm not saying that you're not girly-"
Ellie scoffed, "-I'm not."
Joel nodded, "Yeah, you're not. So… that. And she was taller. She had a killer smile. Again… not saying you don't. But… you know why I think she'd like you?"
"Why?"
"Cause you're funny. I think you would've made her laugh. You would've liked her."
"Yeah, I bet I would've."
He finally turned toward Y/N, "She would've liked you, too."
Y/N smiled, "Don't pity me just cause you said she'd like Ellie."
"I'm not!" He laughed, "I'm being honest. She… uh… She liked anything that she knew I liked. So… she would've liked you a lot."
Y/N teased him, "Are you saying you like me, Joel Miller?"
He scoffed, "If you haven't realized that by now, we've got major issues, Sweetheart."
She smiled as she followed behind him.
…
"There it is," Joel said as they looked over the city. "Not much further now."
Ellie stopped, "Hey. Wait."
Joel immediately stopped, holding out his arm to stop Y/N as well.
"Back in Kansas City, you asked me about the first time I killed someone. Well… when I got bit in the mall, I wasn't on my own. My best friend was there and she got bit, too. We didn't know what to do, and she said, 'we can just wait it out, be all poetic and just lose our minds together.' And then she did. And I had to- uh… her name was Riley, and she was the first to die. Then it was Tess. And then Sam-"
"-That's not on you." He interrupted. "Look, sometimes, things don't work out the way we hope. You can feel like you've come to an end, and you don't know what to do next. But if you just keep going… you find something new to fight for. And maybe that's not what-"
"-Swear to me. Swear to me that everything you said about the Fireflies is true."
Joel didn't hesitate to lie, "I swear."
Y/N opened to mouth to swear too, but Ellie held up a hand, "Don't. You've never lied to me before, Y/N. So… I know you wouldn't now."
Y/N felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach at that.
Ellie nodded at Joel, "Alright, then."
And she began to walk further down the hill.
Joel pulled Y/N close and gently kissed the top of her head, "We'll be alright, sweet girl. I'll swear that to you too if I need to."
Y/N tilted her head up to gently kiss Joel's chapped lips, "I don't need you to swear anything. I know you'll keep this one."
He smiled.
They walked down the hill together, ready to try this whole family thing again.
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Author's note: Let's all pretend the rest of the story doesn't exist and they all live happily ever after. The end. <3
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Hey!! Could you do it prompt 7 and 9 with finnick, if you'd like? Thank you I love love love your writing
Of course I can anon! I'm feeling far better than I was two days ago and am excited to get back into writing! Please enjoy!
TITLE: In Another Life
WORD COUNT: 1.3k
PAIRING: Finnick Odair x Reader
WARNING: Mentions of Snow unaliving people, angst and general hunger games violence
TAGS: GN!Reader from District 8!
A/N: That stomach flu going around is really nasty y'all! But I'm happy to be back in the writing seat. As always please let me know if anything needs to be tagged and I shall fix it! Other than that please enjoy!
Not beta read as per usual!
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You eyed the targets in front of you and grabbed one of the knives laying on the table, your chosen skill had always been knife throwing. You were good at pinpointing accuracy and taking out someone from a distance with nothing but a blade. The knife felt heavy in your hand as you flung it towards the target, and hit the bullseye. You smiled softly to yourself, and cracked your knuckles, ready to throw another.
“Look at you go, bullseye is back in the ring and everyone is in trouble” A familiar voice rang out from behind you.
You turned your attention away from the targets and smiled coyly at the blonde man in front of you, you knew him all too well. Finnick Odair. Well everyone and their mother knew Finnick Odair, he was The Capitol Darling after all.
“Finnick.” You said, leaning against the table. “Good to see you, again.”
“Is it?” Finnick raised an eyebrow and shot you a smile.
“As good as it can be, in the circumstances.” You gestured to the room.
Cashmere and Gloss were training together, you weren’t surprised in the slightest that The Careers were in their own bubble. Some other Victors seemed lost, almost nervous and unsure of what they had to do, or unwilling to show off once more. You had only briefly seen your old friend, Johanna Mason, she had been furious and still was. Some part of you hoped she was off destroying some Capitol property and causing issues, she always knew how to get people angry. You loved that about her.
“Yeah, not a fan of all of this.” Finnick said, a cross look passing his face. “Being paraded around before our inevitable death, not really my cup of tea.” He spoke so clearly, and you knew it was all a show for the people watching.
“Our death?” You snorted. “Not mine, I’m going to do everything I can in that arena to make it out alive, and I suggest you do the same, Odair.”
“You haven’t changed at all.” Finnick laughed, a real smile crossing his face.
It was nice to be surrounded by people who understood you in a fucked up way. You had become a recluse after your games, hiding yourself away in The Victors Village of District Eight. Snow had killed your family, and others you had loved after your adamant refusal to bend to his will, and you had shut down. People weren’t used to seeing you around anymore, and you knew Snow and The Capitol had been shocked when you had volunteered.
“I’ve changed a lot, actually.” You told him, grabbing a small towel to wipe the sweat from your brow. “And so have you … you can’t tell me anyone here is the same, Finnick.”
“That I can’t.” He nodded, agreeing with you. “But we’re still the same people we’ve always been, just a little more fucked up.”
“That I can agree with.” You tossed him one of the water bottles from the floor and he caught it perfectly.
Everyone who stepped out of the arena as a Victor always came home … a little more fucked up then they had gone in. You certainly had. The countless sleepless nights, and nightmares that plagued you to this day. You remembered every person you had killed, and the ones you didn’t.
“Are you ready for what’s to come?” Finnick questioned.
“Not in the slightest.” You admitted, finally showing some sort of vulnerability since you had left District Eight. “I mean it’s a Quarter Quell, there’s no way that they don’t have some sort of trick up their sleeve to mess with us in there. I mean think of the last one, double the amount of tributes? There’s no way the only catch is going to be that they reaped us.” You shook your head, and took a swig of the water in your hand.
Quarter Quells were extraordinarily different. Whatever Snow and The Head Gamemaker were planning left a sinking feeling in your stomach. Seneca Crane was gone, replaced with Plutarch Heavensbee … you wondered what sick tricks he had in his bag of nightmares.
Your arena had been a swamp, and it had barely been survivable. You had almost dehydrated in there … if it hadn’t been for your sponsors you probably would have.
“I know. I don’t like this.” Finnick nodded. “I don’t like that any of us are here, but we all should have known better than to trust the Capitol’s word … Snow’s word, that we would be left alone when we were done.” He snorted, screwing his eyes shut.
“Never trust a snake in the grass.” You nodded, not caring what anyone had to say about your words anymore.
You were taking a page from Johanna’s book during this whole thing. She let herself be known, and you were doing the same.
“Have anyone you’re fighting for?” You asked him, wondering if he had anyone back in District Four waiting for him.
“No.” Finnick shook his head. “Mags is in here with me, and the only other person I’d be fighting to get back home to is in this with me.” He was fiddling with his thumbs, almost as if he was nervous.
“Setting your sights on Enobaria and her teeth?” You teased, punching his shoulder, lightly. “Brutus might kill you for even looking in her direction.”
Finnick cracked a smile. “No. Definitely not Enobaria. Someone else, far more special than any Career that even steps foot through those doors.” He said, finally meeting your eyes.
“Finnick-” You started, the realization starting to dawn on you.
He was talking about you. Finnick Fucking Odair, was in love with you? Of course you hadn’t noticed, you barely saw anyone these past few years … how could he even think about you in that way? It didn’t make any sense.
“I don’t want anyone else, Y/N.” He said. “I haven't since I saw you after you won your games. Even before that I think. I remember sitting there and wondering how someone with … and no offence … no filter and grace could stand before me on that stage in District Four and give a speech like that. You changed me in a lot of ways and when you pulled away from everything … It killed me. I’ve thought about you everyday since you hid yourself away in District Nine and I haven’t stopped. I don’t think I could stop. I want you … I’m fighting for you, even if you aren’t fighting for me.” He reached out and gently grasped your wrist.
The gesture was so simple, yet it somehow filled your entire body with warmth.
“Maybe I’ll be fighting in there for you too … and we can see how this goes.” You told him, voice cracking.
You knew what the odds were in there, one was coming out, Snow would never allow another two Victors to grace that stage ever again. You were both doomed, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that.
He leaned in and kissed the top of your head.
“We should get back to training, I think we’ve taken too much time to talk.” He whispered, turning his back to you and setting his shoulders square.
Maybe in another life you could’ve had a great romance with Finnick Odair, but you were certain that both of you were far too late in this one.
“Yeah. See you soon?” You questioned, moving to grab a knife.
“I’ll be around.” Finnick swallowed the lump in his throat.
And with that you were alone, if you had been a better person you probably would have cried, maybe even kissed him right then and there. But you weren’t. You were just … you and all you could do was survive.
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This made me think how much hanma and draken have this funny enemies thing going on so imagine ur pissed at shuji or just sick of him not making a move yet? Y’all act like a couple but this mfer never made it official? Like why is his hand always in the back pocket of ur jeans? Why does this mfer offer u the last bite of his donut? No tell me why tf does he hold ur hand in a crowded place?🤨And when u lowkey joke about oh are u in love with me? And he laughs saying “don’t be silly doll” doll? (I’ll end him I swear) so u flirt with draken and yknow how he hates his guts that’s why u do so to piss him off and I think pissed shuji very sexy tbh wow 🤲🏽👍🏽and the thought of losing u to another man? And that man is bald with a braid? Aw hell naH Shawty he confessing so fast🤭😳
No because making draken the sacrificial goat is killing me lmao. Dw we won't do draken dirty here I've got a work-around.
also massive apologies to you vivi i'm sorry you knew abt this for an inordinate amount of time
Official.
it takes idiots (reader and shuji) many months, jealousy and miscommunication, and some prettiness to finally make it official.
cw: fem!reader, reader loses her temper and shuji is super needy so its a lil more subby!shuji smut, cream pie, unprotected sex (don't recommend, be safe out there), ye idk im gonna go pretend this isn't posted now, peace ✌️ ~2.2k
God but hear me out it starts at a toman party. Shuji and you are acting the way you always do. You're literally in his lap lounging in the corner of the couch. He's playing with the hem of your skirt, flipping the end between his fingers and rubbing the skin of your thigh. You're talking to Yuzuha who's occupying the chaise lounge. You haven't seen her in a while, she's been abroad with hakkai on so many modelling gigs lately. And she totally misreads the situation. She's like, so how is it, finally being together?
At first it's silly, though you have a tinge of want at the end of your words when you joke back with, "Well we've actually been married for three years, we just never found the right time to tell you all."
Yuzuha clocks it as a joke, but not as a sore spot for you. Or maybe she's so shocked and that's why she won't let it go that easily. "Hanma what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Undiagnosed ADHD and probabl-"
You give your friend a we're-going-to-talk-about-this-later look as a baffled Yuzuha cuts him off. "Wha- Hanma god damn it I meant-no- you know what I meant."
He offers a half shrug, "What? M'young."
That's when you excuse yourself blankly to get another drink. The insinuation that Shuji was still playing the field left you a bit numb. He wasn't. You knew that he wasn't because you were with him 90% of his waking hours. Hell you'd platonically (as platonically as you and Shuji ever really were) slept in his bed last night and woke up next to him. The bastard slept with his arms around you and snored in your ear half the night and he has the balls to joke like that? His words stung like a betrayal of the highest degree.
In the kitchen you found Draken looking for a pong partner. Perfect, you decide, a distraction with alcohol built in.
He tells you casually between turns he's fresh off (another) a break up with his on again off again girlfriend and you feel a dark part of you light up and a wicked idea is born.
You throw the pong game. To the point where Draken has to give you pointers. Has to get real close and talk lowly in your ear about how we need you to aim for the left one this time okay? His honeyed baritone sends shivers down your spine and you wonder for a second how much better this scenario would be if it were Shuji in your ear. Shuji's hands on your hip, his thumb dipping below the waist band of your skirt.
You huff a little. Nah fuck him. it's time to put your plan into action. You throw with your usual accuracy. You get the point. Out of the corner of your eye you see a certain skunk striped boy half-fixated on your game.
Showtime, you brain screams.
Excitedly you hop in Draken's grasp, throwing your arms around his neck and revel in his pleased laughter. "You're up again," he says as he puts you down and steps back. You stop him by the wrist, tug him back a little.
"Wait can you help me line it up again?" You bat your lashes a bit, playing at being drunker than you both know you are.
"Sure thing." You feel his warmth and relish in it, stalling and pressing into him. It's a miss, but the tiny peck under your ear he plants feels like a win.
The ball splashes in a cup on your side and you opponent, Kazutora smirks. Draken offers to drink it but you refuse. It's cheap beer. It's rough going down. Draken puts his hand between your shoulders and says that for such a pretty little thing you sure can hold your alcohol. The praise, more than the alcohol, warms your cheeks.
It's the last shot and you make it. You excitedly turn around in Draken's grasp and catch his lips in yours. You never intended for it to be a just celebratory peck, but you pull away, blushing a bit and stuttering apologies to make it appear so. Draken drawls out some praise for his pretty girl that won the game and draws you back in by the small of your neck and pulling the plush of your lower lip between his teeth.
You hear Kazutora cat whistle and know, you just know, it's meant to alert his buddy Shuji. Mentally you apologize to Emma but after she's regaled you and the girls with all the filthy details of the nasty make up sex she and Draken have, somehow you think she won't mind this little show, given that's all it was.
You hope she'll also forgive the two heavy punches Shuji lands on her Kennyboy before Kazutora pulls your next friend back and you can get back between the two again. People are staring, hoping for a fight. Some even boo when Emma whisks Draken away by the collar of his shirt and you try to push Shuji away.
"Fuck him," he spits and looks at you, "you too you little shit," he accuses and pulls you away by the wrist.
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God, you're a certified sucker for that crazy look in his eyes. It's the first thing you think when Shuji slams the door of a spare bedroom in Pah Chin's house. You can't help it. There's nothing like Hanma Shuji slipping into his aggressive chaos mode on this earth. His irises glow with his emotion. And, wow was it easy to forget that he had you pressed against the door of this room with all his energy and attention fixed on you.
His fingers were knotted in your hair and you vaguely noted his growl asking you what the FUCK you thought you were doing.
"And who are you to ask that? I'm not yours. We're not together Shuji. Never have been. You're young, still right?" You shoot back
"Tch, that's what this is about?"
Maybe he had you caged against the door but liquid courage had you fighting back. You shove his chest. "Yeah. Yeah that's what this is about. What the fuck right do you have to treat me like I'm yours? You drive me everywhere. You hold my hand. You share your bed. You kiss my forehead. You make me breakfast. You know my secrets. You call me yours. But you can't make it official? What the fuck is up with that?"
With every sentence you've pushed Shuji back till he was perched on the corner of the bed.
"How the fuck is that fair, huh? You want me to be yours Shuji? Then tell me you're fucking mine." It's not a request. It's a demand. An ultimatum. A last chance to be honest with you.
He's looking up at you still as a statue, emotion so unreadable it unnerves you. You know how he wears almost any emotion. He rarely surprises you, and yet...
"I'm yours."
Shuji says it quietly at first like there's a lag between his awareness and speech. You're shocked he's caved so quickly and you stutter out an "Excuse me?"
"I'm yours." He repeats, more confidently. "God I'm so fucking yours." He's dragged you by the hips to straddle his lap and his lips are on yours and you swear you can taste the adrenaline on his tongue.
It's every bit as addicting as you guessed to properly make out with Shuji. You don't know how long you've been sat on him attached in this kiss but when you tug him by the hair to catch your breath and hear him groan at the tension you think you've died and gone to heaven. He's mumbling little "all fuckin yours, baby" up and down your neck and you feel his voice reverberating in your throat.
You grind down on the swell of his hardening dick and smirk a bit, lips ghosting his, "all?"
"All."
He's shimmying out of his pants, when you slide off his lap to kneel on the floor. You're met with a sizeable bulge hidden under tight black fabric and you damn near moan just at the sight of his freed dick springing up to tap his abs when you pull the last offending piece of fabric away. "Shuji you're so fucking beautiful." You say as you brush your fingers over his length carefully. His mouth opens in an amused playful smirk but you're on him immediately, stealing his words by licking a stripe from base to the tip that you pop right in your mouth. His jaw hesitates and then goes slack as you look up at him and take as much of him as possible.
You don't know what you expected but he is not quiet. He's mumbling praise and expletives and he exhales the hottest, breathiest moan you've ever had the pleasure to hear, let alone cause, when his tip hits the back of your throat and you swallow around it. You smile around him and want to giggle but you settle on humming around him. You force his fingers in your hair into a fist telling him to set his pace but he pulls you off instead. He's panting a bit and you feel a pang of pride in your chest.
"Need to fuck you. Need your pussy." He's already clamoring to help you up and discard your skirt. You do him the honor of not remembering his words as needy and stuttered as they were just this one time.
You climb over him to straddle his hips and stroke his cock once, twice, before running the tip along your slit. Rather than taking the tip you pivot your hips and pin his dick to his abs and run your soaking lips along his length. The sensation of his hot head nudging your clit brings you to your elbows, moaning in his ears.
Big hands grip your ass and grind you even harder into his dick. And between the warm stimulation and the nails digging into your skin you're already on the fucking edge, but you'll be damned if the first time you fuck Shuji you don't cum around his cock.
Finally after your relentless teasing you lined up his dick and hovered over him bobbing just enough to tease his tip with the velvety walls of your pussy. Shuji can barely whine a "fuck, doll stop teasing me cant take it," before you've sunk down and taken his cock whole and he's groaning and squeezing your ass, pulling you onto himself with bruising strength. You're suddenly laying on him again, collapsed down to your elbows with the power of your orgasm, while your fluttering walls only spur him on.
The weight of years of fantasies of this moment hit him at once and before you can process it, he's bear hugging you and rolling over to take the lead. Fuck, how could he not? After pining after you for so long, imagining getting to finally fuck you and promising himself that he'd make sure you wanted no one else when he was done with you.
It's endearing, you think, how he mutters as much to you over and over as he makes your pussy his as he fucks you through your high and beyond. You giggle and moan and gasp and think this is exactly how you pictured sex with Shuji to be needy, whiny, unexpected, a little rough.
You can read him so well that when his breath hitches just right, you wrap you legs around his waist, ignoring the stuttered warning of his own impending orgasm. Instead you gripped his hair, pulled his face to yours and breathed, "Gonna make me all fucking yours?" over his lips.
Immediately he pulled away from your kiss, unable to coordinate as he lost his composure and filled you, half locked in place by your legs. Muttered curses and filthy nonsense about how you feel around his is all he can get out until he's spent, finally latching his mouth on your shoulder to give an affectionate bite, not unlike bites you'd exchanged as friends a few hours before. You let him lay on you a minute or so to recover before he pulls back and sits up on his knees to look down at you, at his handiwork.
"Holy shit."
"Yeah," you agreed.
"Why haven't we done that before?"
"Hm...something about you being young?" You tease as he eases out of you.
"Yeah yeah, I get it. We already fucked that issue away," he jokes back and combs his fingers through some minor tangles in your hair, "S'not like I meant it anyway, y'know."
You catch his hand and tug it, wanting to be closer, "You're free to prove that to me any time."
In true Shuji form, he gasps in that goofy performatively dumb way he likes to as he brings his face close to yours for a kiss, "You mean I can do this again?"
#i don't have it in me to tag this#hanma shuji#hanma shuji x reader#hanma shuji smut#hanma shuji x you
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My Personal TIMKON Recs List
i made this for my friend recently and thought i’d share it here because you tumblr bitches love pain and little gay dudes (just like me fr)
all of these have good young justice, batfam and superfam (though sometimes it’s minimal) representation (because i don’t read them if they don’t have good rep, sue me). Plus Tim and Kon personality and character accuracy, obviously.
Also these are all Ao3 recs because i like to consider myself as not a heathen
Funk Ass
- sun kissed by merils
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48882055
beach episode, queer young justice fr fr, Kon rep is off the charts (ashgs quite possibly the conner rep of all time, just the phrases he uses /$)/ so real!!)
- Baby Talk Me Down (Take Me Out) by sage (lemontongues)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25384345
ahhhsh this one is unfinished but i desperately wish it was, either way great fic and great character rep + conner civvy life insights
- Out of The Frying Pan, Into the Casserole Dish By JpegdotJpeg
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41005416
martha kent (& the superfam!) is the best person ever, plus tim is the most autistic little dude (we love him sm)
Haven’t finished but amazing rep/haven’t read yet but plan to
- Robins and other flightless birds by Ionaperidot
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15607170
ahsgshsh this one qualifies for [literally kill yourself after reading (pain)]category but i put it here just cause :-| uhh BW adopts fucked up kids good for him: JJ!tim, Catatonic!jason COA!dick etc
- Straight on ‘til morning by merils
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43401684
haven’t read this one yet but i’ve heard really good stuff about it! plus good kon character development/ exploration (from what i’ve heard)
- there you were by mindshelter
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25599205
the blorbos deserve pain, don’t you agree? (i haven’t read this one in a hot minute and have forgotten what it’s about but i remember it being good)
- Buy Back the Secrets by sundiscus
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43137879/chapters/108412977
okay no this one LITERALLY AHSGGSGS bro just read it, uhh civvy tim and superboy interactions, 5+1 things, good sibling Jason (a rarity unfortunately), funny ass dialogue
sexy times (good for them)
disclaimer! none of these fics are like solely focused on smut, but that plays a large ish role thats why they’re in this category
- take me to the airport (call me from the platform) by Hayleythewriter
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47970586/chapters/120950194
This has an idiots to lovers tag…there’s not much more to say. except for great sibling relationship portrayal of Damian and Tim that doesn’t involve murder attempts Yay!! (DC wouldn’t even dream of it)
- What happens in Vegas by Ididloveyou_once
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32850109
Stupidest bitches alive fr (mostly tim) + Cassie Sandsmark being a bitch, we love to see it! and and and it has an interesting subplot/s so woowoo, also minor Birdflash👀
- Scions by winterlive
https://archiveofourown.org/works/375897
Conner Luthor is a bitch and i love him + lex luthor is a good dad WHAT!?! oh HA and Clex which is soo good.This was honestly one of my favourites sheerly because of good character representation and BW not being a terrible father
- Trust Fall by Ididloveyou_once
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31654376
Again good sibling rep between all of the batboys, mostly Damian and Tim tho YAY! (it’s seriously a rarity do not take it for granted)
Literally kill yourself after reading these (Pain)
- when your bf hits the street and turns into meat that’s amore by CarrionCarnival
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40318824
self explanatory title, heavy gore :loved it, literally my favourite fic on this list (i adore gore what can i say)
- You are Shaking Fists and Trembling Teeth by Bored_Liege_bow
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47679967
implied TimKon, aftermath of conners death Rip timothy d-w
- my dear devoted delicate by blenderfullasarcasm
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48556555
pushing daisies au, sad af + good exploration of loss on tim’s part through his life
#timkon#tim drake#kon el#conner kent#superfam#batfam#dc#dc comics#superboy#red robin#oh my god the formatting for this fucking post almost killed me aha#i guess my suffering is deserved for having timkon / the batfam as my hyperfixation since march this year#but seriously if you ever plan on to make one of these fuckers and post it DO NOT make it in the apple notes app#just to transfer it to whatsapp and have to re format the entire thing#only to transfer said new format to tumblr where you have to do that all again#just dont#also why was one of my main thoughts while making this :#i wonder if people will be able to tell how autistic i am from this?#anyway here you losers go :)#my suffering is your gain
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So, the idea of the Bad Batch (minus Echo, plus Emerie) being the other half of the Nulls has consumed my goddamn mind. Therefore, as you do when an idea takes up residence in your frontal lobe for the foreseeable future, here's some headcanons.
The Bad Batch (except for Echo and Omega, who have no clue what's going on) hate the Nulls. As in, "murder on sight" hate them. From an in-universe perspective, there could be a myriad of reasons, ranging from feelings of abandonment to resentment over them having a better life. From a writer's standpoint, it's because I love me some good old familial dysfunction and angst.
The more...unhinged...tendencies the Nulls are known for manifests in the Bad Batch more as "let's jump off this cliff and use explosives to direct our fall!" and less as "hey, check out my new skin gloves!" Of course, if you push them too far, it's a different story. In order of least to most likely to pull a "lemme turn you into an art installation," it's Omega, Wrecker, Hunter, Crosshair, and Tech. Omega wouldn't do that, at least not at this point in her life. Wrecker, when enraged, goes for the just-hit-them solution. Hunter's a decent human being and usually wouldn't do something like that...Unless his kid's been kidnapped by a crazy Imperial doctor for the fifteenth time, on which point he starts becoming a little deranged. Crosshair hovers close to the line but wouldn't do it to someone unprovoked. Tech is a special case, in that he has to be pushed, but when he is, the results make the rest of the Nulls go "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST."
The Nulls want to reunite with their lost siblings and build a relationship, but that's kind of hard to do when said siblings (except Omega) keep trying to kill them on sight and none of them were built for intricate and deeply complicated emotional issues. Still, they persist. Eventually, they could probably get to the level of "awkward conversations" but it'll take a lot of work.
The Bad Batch have what makes the Nulls superior to regular clone troopers, plus their unique enhancements (which in this version are less defects and more Nala Se picking an attribute for each of them and cranking it up to 11). They feel that it makes them better than the Nulls, something they're not shy about expressing.
Emerie is the same height as her estranged (I can't think of a word that applies to this specific situation but this one will do) brothers, because I stan a tall queen.
Nala Se is smug as hell whenever she sees Orun Wa. "CT-9904 just broke all records for accuracy, CT-9902 discovered a new element, CT-9903 crushed beskar like it was paper, and CT-9901 tracked a man through five systems and a solar storm. What are your clones doing, again?"
There is no understating the sheer "wtf" that goes through the Nulls' heads when they first see Omega. But, of course, this is Omega. Imagine the cutest image of her you've seen, fanart or canon. That's what the Nulls see when they meet her. Unsurprisingly, the Nulls, who got the Mandalorian gene to adopt anything that isn't nailed down, go from "wtf" to "so smol 🥰" in roughly a minute.
Kal Skirata is in the corner. His attempt to interact with the Bad Batch did not go well. He casually calls Hunter "son," as he does with various characters, and the resulting explosion puts a thermal detonator to shame. Since it's clear that his presence is not making things better, he's sort of just in the corner.
The rest of Clan Skirata, and associates, are staying out of this. Gilamar and Vau took one look and retreated to the bar because they know better than to get involved. Everyone else witnessed one of the less acrimonious encounters and collectively decided that they are not jumping into the emotional equivalent of a pit of rabid wolverines.
Echo is the go-between. He does not want to be the go-between. But he's the only neutral party in this thing aside from Omega, and the rest of the Batch don't trust the Nulls with her.
Spare a though for 99. He raised four of these guys, often with the aid of leashes. Truly, he is an unsung hero of the Clone Wars
#star wars#the bad batch#star wars the bad batch#tbb#republic commando#star wars republic commando#repcomm#clan skirata#null arcs#ordo skirata#mereel skirata#jaing skirata#kom'rk skirata#a'den skirata#kal skirata#prudii skirata#clone force 99#hunter#tbb hunter#hunter the bad batch#the bad batch hunter#clone trooper hunter#ct 9901#crosshair#tbb crosshair#the bad batch crosshair#clone trooper crosshair#crosshair the bad batch#ct 9904#wrecker
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As a Halloween thought for you because omg you finished serrated- thrall Steve dressing like a vampire bride because he’s sad and pining alone in Billys massive castle
Just thought this might be a little pick me up thought
"Steven! Steven," Billy glanced down at his bloodstained shirt. Steve had such tricks, the humans had made such progress in the field of laundry since Billy had stopped paying attention in the 1800s.
Since Steve had moved into the nest, he'd made so many improvements, including installing one of their laundry machines. Billy had happily paid to have new plumbing installed for his human thrall, anything to keep Steve happy. Though he feared he was quite ruining it by constantly asking whether he could get help putting his clothes in.
He ran a hand through his hair a few times, wishing, as he often had, that there was new progress in the world of mirrors and photography so he could ensure he looked his best for his... Steve.
There was a scuffling noise behind the door to Steve's room but there was no answer.
"Steven... are you quite alright?" Billy leaned into the door.
But there was no answer.
Billy's mind began to race, imagining the worst. Perhaps slayers had infiltrated. Eddie had a passing fancy for a small slayer, a blonde boy with murderous accuracy. Eddie could have easily led the slayer here in his doomed quest to seduce him.
"Steven!" Billy burst through the door and stopped still, "Oh."
Steve was half huddled behind a mirror, trying to hide. Which was proving difficult, because he was wearing a dress Billy had never thought to see again.
Chrissy had had a human bride, long ago. She'd specially made the girl a dress, a traditional vampire bride's dress of red lace. When the girl had died, Chrissy had packed it away with her bride's belongings.
"Steven."
"I didn't steal it! Chrissy leant it to me! I swear," Steve squeaked.
"But..." Billy shook his head, "Why?"
"I just... um... I thought maybe..." Steven rested his head against the mirror, "I know I'm just your thrall but... this is just for me. I'm allowed to dream a little right?”
If Billy had a heart it would be racing, "Steven."
"I know, I'm s-sorry, Billy, God," Steve groaned, "Just leave me alone."
Billy disappeared into smoke and reappeared behind Steve, tracing the line of the open back of the gown up to the top of Steve's delicate spine, "You make a beautiful bride, Steve."
Steve just made a little whimpering noise.
"But I think," Billy ghosted his lips along Steve's neck, "We could make you a new one."
Steve shivered, "Billy, don't tease me..."
Billy spun Steve in a whirl of motion, pressing him into the heavy wood frame of the mirror.
"I'm not teasing," Billy stepped between Steve's parting legs, "Fuck, Steve. I'm not a fancy man. If I hadn't got turned I'd be dead in a gutter in Derry long ago."
"I don't know what that has to do with anything," Steve said in a whisper.
Billy ran his hands along Steve's bare back, "Because I love fine things. I love fine things that I don't deserve, but fuck Steve, I will take them."
Steve looked up at him with wide bambi eyes, "Then take them."
Billy forgot all about his laundry. But they ended up having to clean the wedding dress anyway, or Chrissy would kill them. They didn't call her the blood queen for nothing.
#asks#harringrove#happy harringroveween everyone#vampire billy hargrove#thrall steve harrington#billy x steve#steve x billy
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jjk drabble: tease
a/n: perhaps writers block has killed me for real and I am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!!!! i cooked this up on the first hour of a plane to New York and it was originally abt our wonderful liverpool RB Trent AA but alas … jungkook gets the crown. enjoy.
warnings: app control vibrator, fucking in public, voyeurism and slight exhibitionism, slight d/s Dynamics (she calls him sir once it’s whatever), mean jungkook who is also very much a sweetheart, spitting (on da pussy WOAH) … I think that’s it
wc: 1.6k she’s a baby IM SORRY
jungkook is a tease. it’s one of the first things you learned about him, and it’s one of those things that you’ve grown to love, even if — especially if — they’ve been the causes of serious hitches in your relationship. other such things include his competitiveness, the little spirals of self-deprecation, all of them. but most of all, his tendency to tease you.
and though you’ve grown to love it, right about now is one of those times you realize why exactly it caused those hitches in your relationships because if he doesn’t let up in the next minute, you’re ready to go over to where he’s sitting and choke the life out of him.
surely, murders committed a thousand feet above international waters couldn’t have any real consequences, right?
to set the scene of your predicament, imagine three things: a flight to New York, a vibrator that connects to someone’s phone, and that someone, being jeon jungkook. the tease, who’s somehow managed to find the only way to make a first class flight uncomfortable.
you swear you’re going to kill him.
it’s not the fact that it feels bad in the slightest. lush manufacturing is incredible, and the small sparks of pleasure in between your thighs are enough proof of it. the vibrations can go up all the way, pulsing on top of your clit with scary accuracy — a preview of what jungkook promised you in exchange for this insane excapade — leaving you wet and sloppy until just crossing your legs would push you straight over the precipice of the edge, fuck the seatbelt sign preventing you from doing it, or they can be little thrums, mimicking soft kitten licks all over your heat, so good that they leave you arching your back to get a better angle —
no. it’s not that it feels bad.
it’s just that it could feel so much better if he would just let you cum.
but alas, he’s a fucking tease, and he knows you like the back of his own hand, down to the time it takes you to reach the point of no return. you’re sure he can see you, too, with where he’s sitting and how you can practically feel his vision sear into your skin which feels like it’s on fire as is. it practically hurts how close you are, nails digging into the palm of your hand to keep from moaning out loud — or worse, begging out loud.
if only you had the genius idea of a vibrating cock ring more than 30 minutes before leaving for the airport, jungkook would know exactly how tantalizing this felt for you.
the thing about being in such a vulnerable position, though, is the lack of jungkook’s presence. typically, when he’s beneath you, head caught between your thighs as he eats you out like it’s his last meal, or when he’s holding a toy to your clit until the last possible second, you know he’s right there. it’s the verbal affirmations: I got you, you’re doing incredible, that’s my girl, just a little more, just a little more for me, and the physical touch: a hand on your lower back or his lips ghosting over your boobs or just something aside from the surprisingly soft blanket draped across your thighs.
you pick up your phone to tell him this, to tell him to meet you in the bathroom or whatever he can manage because of the damn seatbelt sign, but it seems like he’s beat you to it.
JK💗: close, baby?
JK💗: look at you. you look so pretty from here.
JK💗: god, you’re perfect, aren’t you? just so pretty and pliant for me.
[__]: im going to murder you.
JK💗: that’s a bit rude, no?
JK💗: you think that’s what a good girl would say if she wanted to cum?
[__]: you’ve lost your mind . im so fucking Close this is unfair
JK💗: who said i’d be fair? i told you to be good, and you’re really not doing that right now
[__]: fuck you
[__]: no wait
JK💗: cmon honey. what do we say when we’ve been rude?
JK💗: I can see you reading these, baby. gotta give me an answer.
[__]: please, im sorry.
JK💗: attagirl, sweetheart. you wanna cum?
[__]: yeah
JK💗: what’s that?
[__]: yes, sir. please.
JK💗: look up, honey. seatbelt sign’s off. bathroom in 2?
he turns off the vibrations right as you tilt your head up to confirm that the sign has, indeed, been switched off. it’s well-earned relief, but the reminder that you’ve been so violently toyed with still covers your inner thighs and you’ve never missed something yet been so happy that it was finally gone before.
when you turn your head to jungkook’s seat, he’s no longer there, and the small pulse between your legs comes alive again as you realize what’s about to happen when you meet him in the bathroom.
two minutes is too long, far too long, but you’ve weathered the last half hour of torturous edging which has straight up convinced you that you could fight a war if you so pleased. you sneak a hand between your thighs, pressing ever so softly to somehow fuck the toy against you but it’s really to no avail because jungkook texts you just as you do.
JK💗: cmon honey, coast’s clear.
you don’t think you’ve ever moved that fast in your life.
—
jungkook, is, as it goes, just as generous as he is a tease.
you think it’s worth it, all of the torture and the feeling of having a high snatched from you so violently right when you’re at the precipice of it, your bitten lips and indented palms being physical proof of the denial you endured for so long —
it’s all worth it, every bit of it.
because jungkook is beneath you, caught between your legs, licking at your clit, the fabric that’s practically stuck to your skin from the arousal that dripped from you ever since he started the worst foreplay known to man pulled aside. he’s desperate too, and if you were to move your foot an inch to the left to rest on his thigh, you don’t have a doubt that you’d be met with his hardened dick, but you don’t give a fuck; relishing in the fact that he’s getting karma and you’re getting eaten out.
your hands are caught in his hair, pushing him impossibly closer as he tongue fucks you, his own fingers dimpling the skin of your bare thighs as he gives you all the touches you were missing just a few minutes ago. jungkook is big on eye contact, and the soft nipping at your clit is enough of a message for your head to snap down, meeting his large eyes from where he’s kneeling on the floor.
they’re red rimmed with his own carnal desire, pupils blown out as you can practically see how his jaw moves so he can give you exactly what you deserve —
“fuck, fuck, please — jungkook, please.”
he pulls away for a second, and a soft whine of disappointment colors the air at his absence. he doesn’t let you feel it for too long though, opting to plant a kiss on your inner thigh before he speaks.
“shhhh, baby. don’t wanna get banned from these airlines now, do we?” his voice has a humorous bite to it, but the demand from him is clear enough that you know not to disobey, clamping your own hand over your face to not make noise.
jungkook’s mouth on your pussy doesn’t fare better, though, the obscenely slick noises loud even through the faint ringing of your ears as you get closer to your high. he’s opted to just flick at your clit now, one of his fingers prodding at your entrance until you spread your legs like an absolute slut getting fucked in an airplane bathroom to grant him permission.
you don’t care, though, because all you can focus on is his warm mouth on you, all you can focus on is how his thick digit reaches just the right spot inside of you, all you can focus on is the way he slides another one in with ease that should be humiliating but you don’t care.
the coil in your stomach tightens and you know that he’s aware of this because his eyes darken; fingers pumping in and out of you with a renewed vigor and goal — to make you cum.
the previous highs that you were so meanly denied of come back to you, coiling in the tresses of your stomach as you realize how filthy, how risky this whole thing is.
it’s has you biting down on your palm, hips bucking into jungkook’s relentless mouth as he pulls your thighs impossible further apart, pulling away for just a split second to spit on your pussy like you’re nothing but a deserted street.
that does it for you; the dominance and the bit of dehumanization that should be demeaning but it’s nothing other than incredibly attractive. it has the coil snapping violently, tears spilling from your eyes as the vigor of your high finally reaches a climax, wracking through every nerve in your body until you have both of your hands pulled up to your face to stop the moans threatening to spill from your mouth.
he lets you ride his face through it, sticking his tongue out and slapping the side of your thighs so you keep looking at him until you exhaust yourself out.
the pulsating pleasure eventually dims itself down into a slow thrum that runs through your veins, colored in with a satisfying exhaustion that has you slumping into jungkook’s arms when he pulls himself up with a groan.
he kisses your temple, warm hand rubbing the small of your back through your (his) sweatshirt.
“that good enough, baby?”
#jungkook#jungkook smut#bts#jungkook drabbles#jungkook x reader#bts jungkook#jungkook/reader#jeon jungkook#jungkook angst#jungkook blurbs#jungkook fics#jungkook fic#jungkook au#jungkook drabble#bts smut#bts drabbles
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Stitches
Pairing: Rindou Haitani x GN!Reader
Genre: Crack
Word count: 1.4K
Warnings: OOC, canon divergent, violence, mentions of injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of stitching a wound shut, mentions of gang violence, 0 medical accuracy
It all started with a dislocated shoulder, Ran’s hysteric meltdown and Rindou’s inability to flirt like a normal human being.
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3
“YOU ARE DYING! OH MY GOD, RIN, YOU’ll FUCKING DIE! YOU’LL DIE AND THEN I’LL HAVE TO BURY YOU AND WHO’LL PAY RENT WITH ME?” Ran screeched, his foot pushing the gas pedal to the floor, wildly swerving and almost causing at least 2 car crashes.
“Babe, I think he’ll be fine, it’s just a few scratches-“
“DON’T YOU ‘BABE’ ME KAKUCHO! HE’LL DIE! LOOK AT HIM! HE CAN’T MOVE HIS ARM!”
“I think my shoulder dislocated,” Rindou grunted from the backseat, eyes shut tight as he tried to ignore the dull pain in his shoulder and the warm trickle of blood falling down his side, staining the car seat red.
“Just hold in there, Rin, we’ll get you to a hospital soon.” Kakucho tried to comfort him, turning in his seat to pat Rin on the head.
“I’m fine, you’re overreacting,” Rindou mumbled, exhausted and just wanting to take a long, dreamless nap.
“YOU WILL DIE! OH MY GOD, MY BABY WILL DIE!”
“RAN FOR FUCK’S SAKE YOU’RE NOT MY MOTHER!”
“I RAISED YOU! YOU ARE MY CHILD!”
“Siblings.” Kakucho muttered under his breath, leaning back in his seat and praying to whatever God is out there that Ran doesn’t crash and actually kill them all.
Rin looked utterly miserable.
Kakucho truly hoped he’ll be fine.
Rindou was aware getting treated might be a little more problematic, being notable gang members and internationally wanted criminals and all that jazz, but seriously.
The nurses here were overreacting.
Leaned on Kakucho to prevent passing out from dizziness, Rindou listened with half an ear as Ran hurriedly explained the situation, almost tripping over his words, and just for a second, Rindou felt guilty for Ran having to worry so much in the first place.
The nurse nervously nodded, typing a number into her telephone as she gestured for them to wait.
“Doctor l/n? I need you here please, we have a patient with a seemingly dislocated shoulder, and some superficial cuts.”
Rindou couldn’t hear the response on the other side, but he did hear the opening and closing of one of the offices, before steady, quick steps approached them.
He glanced at the doctor, and almost wished he didn’t as heat spread over his cheeks.
The doctor was fucking hot.
They quickly stopped in front of the trio, politely smiling.
“Gentlemen, please follow me, my name is doctor l/n, I’ll take care of you tonight.”
Ran quickly pulled Kakucho and Rin to follow, all while trying to explain the same, somewhat modified, yet truthful version of the story he told the nurse.
“We got into a minor fight, but my brother fell awkwardly and we think he dislocated his shoulder, he can’t move his arm and he’s bleeding and-“ Ran sounded as if he was on verge of a panic attack, making another pang of guilt pierce Rin’s heart.
The doctor clearly could sense Ran’s distress too.
“Sir, please, I can promise you your brother will be fine, try to breathe for me right now please, it wouldn’t help anyone, least of all you, to have a panic attack right this moment. Please, come in. You can sit on these chairs, and you-“ The doctor pointed at Rindou, eyebrows raised, clearly in expectations of a name.
“Rindou Haitani.” He quickly muttered, already sitting down on the stretcher in the office, trying to avoid the doctor’s knowing gaze.
Why did they have to be so hot?
And why did Rindou have to be such a mess?
“Okay, mister Haitani, are you able to remove your shirt?”
“I- I don’t think so?”
“I’ll help.” Kakucho jumped in, to Rindou’s relief, carefully unbuttoning the suit vest and shirt Rindou was wearing underneath.
The cute doctor rolled their chair right next to the stretcher, carefully observing the bruise blooming on Rin’s right shoulder, before their eyes drifted to the cut.
It wasn’t too deep, but it will require stitches.
“Will he be okay?” Ran was standing right next to you, nervously biting the skin of his thumb as he tapped his foot against the floor.
“The shoulder is visible dislocated, but I would like to perform an X-ray just to be sure-“
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Rindou cleared his throat, nervously avoiding everyone’s gaze, “My joints pop out of place all the time, usually I can just push them back into place after an hour or so but someone*-“ Rindou glared at his brother, “Panicked and forced me to come here.”
Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Your joints dislocate often?”
“Yes.”
“After which activities?”
“It just happens at random? Sometimes it happens if I sit down wrong or move my arm too suddenly.”
Nodding, the doctor gently led him to lay down on the stretcher, the skin of their palms warm against his own freezing one.
“How long has this been happening?”
“Since he was a child.” Ran quickly responded before Rin could as much as open his mouth, “I just assumed it was normal? Our father had a similar issue.”
“I see.” The doctor frowned, carefully taking hold of Rin’s arm.
Their eyebrows furrowed further.
“You have awfully smooth skin.” The doctor commented, chewing on their lip as they gripped his biceps and forearm to start setting it back into place, “Tell me if it hurts too much.”
Rindou felt heat spreading up to his ears, his gaze darting away from their movements.
“Um, thanks? I moisturise.”
Rindou wanted to kill himself.
That was the dumbest response he could have offered.
He heard Kakucho’s little snigger, and promptly sent him a glare letting him know to shut.
The fuck up.
“No, no, it’s not that. Even exceedingly well-moisturised skin wouldn’t be this smooth.” The doctor said, fully serious, their movements gentle and slow, “Say, sir, are you prone to bruising?”
“He is,” Ran jumped in again, “Bruises like a peach, has ever since he was a kid. The doctor said it was most likely anaemia.”
“I see. I will start pushing the joint back into place, let me know when to stop or when it hurts too much.”
Rindou nodded, holding his breath as the doctor started moving his shoulder.
A sharp pain sprung through his shoulder, making him grit his teeth, but he refused to say anything until he heard a familiar crack.
“Your pain tolerance is exceeding.” The doctor commented, letting go of his arm, and he almost whined at the loss of touch.
He contained himself, however.
That would have been fucking embarrassing.
He carefully tried moving it, sitting up as he only felt a familiar, dull pain go through his shoulder.
“Thank you so much. Um, could you also take care of,” Rindou pointed to the cut on his side, “This since I’m here.”
The doctor smiled politely, warmly, making Rindou’s heart skip a beat and more heat rush to his face.
God help him.
“Of course, but first, I have to ask you a few more rapid-fire questions, and you just tell me yes or no, okay?” The doctor said, getting out a notepad and a pen, clicking it open.
“Sure.”
“Tell me if you experience any of the following: wounds that are slow to heal?”
“Yes.”
“Wound leaving large scars?”
“Evidently.”
“Stretchy skin?”
“Yes? I think.”
“That’s alright. Hyper flexibility?”
“Yes.”
“Heartburn and frequent nausea?”
“Yes, but I take medicine for that.”
“Okay. Frequent joint pain?”
“Yes.”
“Fatigue?”
“Sometimes.”
“Okay.“ The doctor clicked their pen shut, glancing between him and the notes, “Sir, I think you may have EDS. I can’t stitch your wound, I’m afraid, your skin will likely tear, but I do have bandaids that are an alternative to proper stitches.”
“HE HAS AN EATING DISORDER?” Ran wailed, making everyone in the room jump, and Rindou could swear he saw tears forming in Ran’s eyes as he turned to Kakucho, “I knew it I shouldn’t let him work out with you, look what you’ve done! You’re ruining my chILD!” Ran was full on sobbing now, somehow getting ahold of a medicine magazine with which he was now beating defenceless Kakucho with.
The doctor looked mildly alarmed.
“Sir, please calm down. I didn’t say an ED, but EDS, fully called Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. It is a genetic disorder affecting connective tissues, making them looser and more fragile. I believe your brother has the most common form, hypermobile EDS. Getting it noticed by a rheumatologist, which I am, is usually enough for a proper diagnosis.”
“Oh.” Ran stopped beating his poor boyfriend half to death, looking at the doctor dumbfounded, “It is genetic? I PASSED IT TO HIM?!”
“RAN, FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME YOU DIDN’T BIRTH ME!”
“YES, I DID!”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
“So…” The doctor interrupted, now with a playful smile spreading on their face, “Would your mother over there approve of getting that closed up or not?”
Rindou was mortified.
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a/n: was this entire fic an excuse to write about my hc that Rindou has EDS? perhaps 😌 you can pry that hc out of my cold dead hands
#tokyorev#tokyo revengers#tokyorev x reader#rindou haitani x y/n#rindou haitani x reader#rindou haitani#ran haitani#kakucho hitto#kakucho x ran#kakuran
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Batman vs Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles liveblog reaction
Just a little over a minute into the movie and Barbara Gordon stops some shuriken with nothing more than a filing folder. Awesome.
Not going to lie, when I first saw a clip from this movie on Youtube, I had no idea that Batman was being played by Troy Baker and not the late Kevin Conroy. I'm looking forward to how he plays The Joker in this movie.
These heavily stylized intro credits, man. Absolutely in love. The music also fucking slaps.
Is it bad that I genuinely like Leonardo carrying his katana on his belt rather than his back like in most iterations? I know it makes him look more samurai than ninja, but it looks so badass.
I love that the Penguin is only mildly perturbed at discovering he's being attacked by mutant turtles.
"It's always the time for accuracy, Leo." If I don't see that line pop up in another TMNT iteration, I'm rioting.
I had to avoid hooting and hollering when some blood finally showed up. LET MY ANIMATED TMNT BOYS BE BLOODY!
"It's a sword-brella too? I think I love this little guy!" MIKEY
SHREDDER JUST KILLED ONE OF HIS OWN GUYS <- Less shocked that it happened and more shocked that it happened explicitly on-screen
I love that the Turtles' battle with Penguin was full of goofy wise quips whereas Batman's battle with the Foot + Shredder is 100% serious with very little dialogue to speak of
Mikey is gonna spend this movie fanboying over all the stuff in Gotham, isn't he?
RAPHAEL LITERALLY JUST KICKED PENGUIN'S HENCHMEN OFF THE ROOF SFJGKDJFKFH
Raphael throws the first punch; gets his ass kicked by Batman
"I think we should see other people." "But I don't like other people." Awkward lesbian breakup is interrupted by random turtle being thrown into the pizza parlor by Batman.
"Ninja... turtles?" That's TEENAGE MUTANT Ninja Turtles to you, Bruce Wayne!
Ah, so this is one of the iterations where Baxter Stockman was turned into a mutant fly? He's also surprisingly polite. (I'm used to him being more self-centered and egotistical.)
"So he wears a Dracula costume and punches clowns. Who cares?! Dirtbag stole my sai!" "Dracula costume? What kind of Dracula movies are you watching?" SJGKDFJGKFDHJKGH
I am loving how Leonardo and Raphael were characterized for this movie. I'm kinda wishy-washy towards Donatello and Michelangelo.
The shots where the turtles are silhouettes with the only colored parts being the masks * chef kiss *
Mikey is 100% fully aware that he is touching things that are not supposed to be touched.
"What are you, five?" Says Donatello before having his bo stolen by Robin. "Hey, little guy. We didn't come here to fight," says Leonardo before Robin beats his kneecaps.
I keep forgetting that most iterations have the turtles capable of partially or completely retracting inside their shells. (The 2003 series is one of the few iterations where they can't, although they might have if Peter Laird got his way.)
"So, are we not going to beat up these green losers?" "It's not looking like it, no." Robin is literally a mini Raph.
Ra's al Ghul: * decapitates a security guard * Me: * proceeds to check the movie rating online * I'm sorry, it's only rated PG-13?!
God damn, this movie is literally what TMNT 2003 could have been if it didn't have to SOMEWHAT restrain itself so it could air on the 4Kids block.
Harley Quinn literally beckoned Shredder over to her cell just to check her makeup in his mask.
"I offer to cook a gourmet meal and they want pizza. Teenagers." To be fair, I'm one of the cheapest dates around. You could take me to Wendy's and I'd be happy.
"An immortal Shredder? That would... suck." Is someone gonna tell him?
"Calling me 'dude' is not helping your case, Master Michelangelo." It's worth noting that Alfred said his name how it's actually pronounced in Italian. Nice touch.
Donnie soothing Mikey by putting a slice of pizza in his mouth while patting his head. Weird, but oddly wholesome.
Okay, how the ever living FUCK is Troy Baker not only able to channel Kevin Conroy's performance as the Batman, but Mark Hamill's as the Joker?
Fucking Commissioner Gordon's reaction to the turtles just breathes "this might as well just happen at this point."
Harley Quinn being offended at Joker referring to her as "Nurse" instead of "Doctor," oh my god.
Even Batgirl and Robin are aware of how much of a downer Batman is.
Oh god, this bit where Scarecrow's fear gas makes Leonardo hallucinate his brothers being devoured by crows is absolutely brutal.
Is it bad that I think Donnie and Batgirl actually have quite a bit of chemistry?
Welp, Poison Ivy learned the hard way that being mutated into a giant Venus Fly Trap does not have its perks.
Mikey's reaction to Joker and Harley kissing with tongues was basically my reaction.
Okay, the reveal that combining the Joker Venom with the TCRI Ooze not only transforms you, but drives you mad is highkey disturbing. And Joker just injected Batman with it. Oh fucking shitnuggets.
Did Batman just kill Mr. Freeze?
Batgirl just proved that you CAN give your superheroes capes as long as they're detachable.
"You saved him... Thank you." * MIKEY GIVES ROBIN THE BIGGEST BEAR HUG * "Please stop!"
Mikey freaking out over Batman being Bruce Wayne, and Raph facepalming... god, I love these brothers.
Damn, Raph being the one to give Batman the talk about what a family is and how it works...
How is it that Robin and I had the same reaction to the Turtle Wagon in this movie. "Lame... OH FUCK, IT'S ACTUALLY AWESOME."
Did Donnie just take out the crane using manhole covers painted with pizza designs?
Donnie and Batgirl continue to bicker over calling the antidote "anti-ooze" or "retro-mutagen"
"Michelangelo, press some buttons." "I've always wanted to hit every button." Bruce, you need to be nicer to your child.
I'm 100% Ra's al Ghul took off his shirt just to show how muscular he is to Leo and Don.
"You... are a terrible disappointment." I feel like that's something Shredder wanted to say to Stockman for a while.
RA'S AL GHUL JUST BROKE DONNIE'S ARM, THE FUCKER
God, this movie's climax is just the definition of TENSE
"Foolish child. I'm hundreds of years old, and have trained with the greatest teachers in history. How could you possibly--" IS KICKED IN THE BALLS. "Oh yeah? Well, I'm 16, and I learned this from a rat."
We literally have Mikey to thank for Gotham not becoming infested with feral mutants. He and Donnie are also saved from falling to their deaths by a combination of their turtle physiology and sheer dumb luck.
So, uh, is Shredder going to become crazy like The Joker now?
Movie ends with a pizza party in the Batcave just before the turtles head back to New York. Friggin wholesome.
These ending credits are so awesome
Why did I have to fucking right about Shredder becoming a second Joker? AND WHERE IS THE SEQUEL?
#star's turtle talk#turtle liveblogging#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt#batman vs teenage mutant ninja turtles#batman vs tmnt
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Bedman (Romeo)
omg havent had an excuse to talk abt bedman in a hot minute thank u anon...
favorite thing about them:
i love the tragedy of his story arc... that feels like a weird thing to say but its the first thing that came to mind! just. look. the road to hell paved with good intentions bit taken to the extreme really works here!!! the idea that he remembered the name of every person he ever killed because he was under the impression he could bring them all back, only to have the rug pulled from under him? hurts me! in the best way!!!
other than that i do enjoy his design, both romeo himself and the bed :] i wanna give my bedman cosplay another try sometime for sure, it didnt work out for various reasons but i have most of the components and would enjoy cosplaying him fr in the future
least favorite thing about them:
i think i dont really dislike anything about the way bedman is written in the source material strongly enough to point it out here? i think my main gripe is the way the fandom treats him to either extreme, like theres "bedman did nothing wrong ever" people and "bedman is horrific" people and i wish both camps would chill out and recognize hes like. a complex character? but i do think most people do this already which i can appreciate
favorite line:
im a little obsessed w his win line against may in xrd
"I do not understand humans who are motivated by love. A person is born, lives for a number of years, and interacts with up to eight billion people. What proof is there of something they can't even define?"
bc like. buddy. you dont even realize it. YOURE driven by love. all this shit wasnt just for yourself but it was for delilah too!!! fuck!!! you dont even see it as love you see it as necessary because shes that important to you!!! and dont even get me STARTED on the bed in strive and how its still running because of his last minute code additions which almost act as the last part of his will to protect delilah. GAHHHH
brOTP:
BEDMAN AND AXL INTERACTIONS. PLEASE. PLEASE. their dynamic is so interesting as characters with such fascinating ways of interacting with the world...gah. GAH. and no one fucking talks about it!!!
OTP:
sinbed. must i wlabo.
ok but i will, im not as into them as i was like a year ago but i still do really enjoy their dynamic. sin being such a beacon of hope and being so willing to see people as good contrasted with a post-xrd living bedman (bc all my sinbed stuff exists within au but im having fun out here so sue me) seeing himself as inherently evil due to his actions despite his intentions and believing no one would ever care for him? it hits for me
nOTP:
i dont know of anything off the top of my head that ive seen for him??? nothing prevalent at least.
actually on second thought i think ive seen like one instance of bedman and ram in a romantic sense, and that im not a fan of but i guess i could see the appeal, just not my thing
random headcanon:
this motherfucker would have gotten heated in some internet forums or wiki talk pages, DEDICATED to accuracy out here and he WILL fight you about it
unpopular opinion:
not entirely certain i have one? i think the "bedman while flawed is not actually a terrible person and was doing his best given his extremely fucked up circumstances" is a pretty cool take by this point for most people
i think the only thing i have is that my interpretation of bedman has always been as like a young adult rather than a kid but like i dont really have a concrete opinion on that and i totally understand people who do see him as a kid like its entirely understandable to do so
song i associate with them:
other than his character themes, its GOTTA be dramaturgy by eve, which just. it gives the vibes. read the english lyrics it will make sense i prommy
favorite image of them:
THE EEPER...
OTHER than this one its more an animation but his 6p in xrd is so silly i love it so bad...and for a more serious option his instant kill is really cool
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Daryl x Reader - Changed
Title: Changed
Words: 2,508
Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy and birth(not explicit and not reader), canon-typical violence, death(no one important)
A/N: This takes place during the wolves and the herd in Alexandria. Daryl and reader have an established relationship but it's not really the focus of this fic. I have another fic in the works with Daryl's POV to this and can't wait to share it with you. Hope you enjoy!
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You never thought that you'd ever see any of your family again. They were in your home state, Virginia, and you had gone to Georgia State university. But everything happened, you were luckily with your best friend Glenn and the rest was history. So when you had gotten to Alexandria, you were shocked to see your entire family still alive.
"Mom? Dad?" You said in shock. They said your name and you ran towards them. The three of you hugged until you heard your big brother's voice.
"Max?!" Your brother caught you when you leapt into his arms. You were full on sobbing now, Max rubbing your back soothingly.
"I thought I'd never see you again," you said when Max set you down.
"I'm so happy you're safe, darling," your mom said. She patted your cheek and you smiled at her.
"Have you been here this whole time?" You asked them.
"For the most part, yeah," Max said.
"We have to put up the walls," your dad said. "It's safe and now I have you home."
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A lot happened in the next few weeks.
You met your brother's wife, Skylar, who was visibly pregnant. She was nice and a good addition to the family. The job Deanna had given you was fantastic and right up your field. You were Alexandria's resident mechanic. The one they had was working out of a manual and had died two months before your group had arrived. It was the perfect job for you.
Then Rick found the quarry and the wolves attacked.
You were in your garage, fixing one of the cars that the runners used when you heard screaming. Immediately, you rolled out from under the car and grabbed the biggest wrench you saw. You were worried that walkers had somehow gotten inside when you saw a person you never seen before brutally kill a resident of Alexandria. Then he saw you.
"Fuck," you muttered to yourself.
The man started running towards you and you readied the wrench in your hands. He swung his axe at you and you ducked, hitting his kidneys when he passed you. He fell to the floor in pain and you whacked him in the head, hitting him over and over until he was a bloody mess. You only stopped when you knew he was dead.
You're about to grab his axe when you heard your name said. You turned to see Max standing there in shock.
"Where's mom and dad?" You asked him. He just stared at you as you grabbed your knife and gun out of one of your tool boxes and strapped them to your thighs.
"Max! Where are mom and dad?!"
"They're-They're at home," he managed to say.
"Come on. We have to get to them."
Max looked at you and you grabbed his hand, dragging him with you. You stuck to the sides of the houses, not wanting these people to see you. When one of them came towards you, you shot them in the head with deadly accuracy. You saw Max jump at the noise and a strange sound came from his mouth. You ignored it and took his hand again, leading him away.
"Where are we going? The house is that way," Max said.
"I'm dropping you off somewhere," you said. Max protested but you shut him up with a look. "I'm not taking you with me. You can't defend yourself and I move faster without you."
When you got to one of the houses Deanna had given your group, you signaled Max to be quiet. Taking a breath you whistled and desperately waited to get one back. When you heard it, you were relieved. Enid opened the door and you saw Carl standing in the middle of the room.
"Oh thank God you're okay," you said to him. "Is Judith okay? Where's Carol?"
"Judith's fine. Carol's out there," Carl said.
"I'm going to get my parents. Watch Max for me. I love you both." With that, you ran out the door.
Max called out for you and tried to leave but Carl stopped him.
"She knows what she's doing. She'll be okay, trust me." Carl handed Max his knife. "You need to stay here and help us protect Judith."
Max took the knife with shaky fingers and sat down on the floor.
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You ran into two more people on the way to your parents house. They were swiftly dealt with but when you got to their house, the door was wide open.
"No," you muttered to yourself.
You put your gun away and took out your knife. The lower level was clear and when you started climbing the stairs, you heard a thump. You quickened your pace and called out softly.
"Mom? Dad?"
Your mom said your name and you rushed into their bedroom.
"What's going on?" Your mom said.
"People got inside and are killing others," you said. "Max is safe, don't worry. Where's Skyler?"
"She's with Denise having a check up." Your dad looked at you. "Honey, you're covered in blood."
"It's not mine, don't worry." You missed the look your parents gave you, an air horn going off. "We have to leave. Now."
"Behind you!" Your mom cried.
You turned and saw a woman running full speed towards you, a knife in her hands. You drew your gun and shot at her. She moved at the last second and you hit her in the shoulder instead of the head.
"Fuck!" She yelled, stumbling back. She hit the wall and barely had time to look at you before you shot her right between the eyes.
"Fuck off," you said.
"You-You killed her," your dad said.
"It was her or us. Now, come on."
You checked your gun before leading your parents to safety. The three of you had just gotten to the infirmary when the air horn shut off.
"Skylar!" You yelled.
"In here!"
Skylar was in the back room and you were relieved to see her okay.
"Max is safe. I need to get back out there," you said.
"No. You can't leave," your mom said. "It's too dangerous."
"I need to help other people. You'll be safe here, I'll be back soon."
"I got them," Tara said.
"Thank you." With that, you left the infirmary.
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You got back to the house in time to see Ron being chased. Carl shot the man in the leg and when he tried to take the gun from Carl, you shot him in the chest.
"Are you two alright?" You asked them.
"Yeah," Carl said. He turned to Ron. "Come inside. We can keep you safe."
"No," Ron said before running off. You called after him, but he ignored you.
"Shit," you said. Enid called for you and Carl and the two of you went inside, locking the door behind you.
"Where are mom and dad?" Max asked you.
"They're safe. Skylar too."
Max let out a relieved laugh and gave you a hug. You squeezed him back before letting go.
"I need to go help our people," you said.
"What? But you're safe here."
"We are, but others aren't. I need to go get others to safety. You stay here with Carl and Enid. I'll be back when this is over."
—---
Sitting down, you took a deep breath. The wolves were gone but there was now a giant herd outside the walls. Rick had barely made it inside and while you were happy to see him alive and well, some of the others hadn't made it back yet. Glenn, Abraham, Sasha. Daryl. You were worried about them being stuck outside and about the walkers. You also had a feeling that your family was going to talk to you about what had happened today.
Your suspicions were confirmed when your mom asked you to come by the house for dinner.
"Sweetie, your father and I are worried about you," your mom said when you sat down at the table.
"Why?"
"Well," she said. She glanced at you. "You killed people today."
"I know." You took a bite of your food, not looking at anyone.
"Why are you so dismissive of it?" Max asked you. "You took lives today!"
"I gave them clean deaths, unlike what they were doing to our people. Or what walkers would have done to them."
"You've changed," Max said sadly. "The little sister I knew wouldn't ever think of taking a life."
You slammed your fork down onto the table and everyone jumped.
"Do you know what I have seen? What I've gone through? No!" You got up, chair scraping the floor. "I've seen children die in front of me. I've seen people that I love and care for die in horrible ways because of other groups. My best friend and boyfriend were almost killed and eaten by cannibals! One of us actually was eaten by them! I have lost home after home, person after person and I will do anything to make sure that never happens again!"
You took a deep breath and looked at the shocked faces of your family.
"The girl you knew is gone. I'm not the same person from before and she's never coming back. I'd be dead right now if she was."
Your mom started saying your name, but you had your hand up.
"Don't. I've killed people to keep my family alive. You don't have to kill anyone or be happy about it. I'm not. But you have to accept that sometimes it's the only way." You looked around the table. "Thank you for the food, but I have to go. Guard duty starts in ten."
You left the house and walked to the front gate. After relieving the person on duty, you sat down on the chair with a huff, gun on your lap. You sat in silence for a few minutes until you heard someone climbing the ladder. Looking down, you saw your dad.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi. What're you doing here?"
"I haven't seen it yet." Your dad looked out at the dead. "It smells terrible."
"You get used to it. I can't even really smell them anymore unless they're particularly ripe."
Your dad laughed and you cracked a half smile. The two of you were quiet for a moment before your dad broke it.
"I'm sorry you've been through so much. Can you tell me about it? You haven't really said anything about what had happened."
You told him everything. The Atlanta camp, the farm, and the prison. The people you had lost and the people you had killed. Terminus, the hospital. Beth. You sniffed and looked at your dad.
"I remember every life I've ever taken, even if I don't know their names. Their faces are seared in my head. That's how I live with it."
"How many does today make?"
"Sixteen."
"I want you to know that you're still my little girl. You may think that she's gone, but she isn't. She's only grown stronger and I couldn't be prouder."
"Thank you." Your dad hugged you and you wiped a tear from your face.
"I love you, sweetheart. Don't you forget it."
—---
When the walls came down you were with your sister-in-law in the infirmary. She was having her baby and you were worried about her. You were helping with the delivery of the baby, Hershel having taught you some things to help with Lori. Denise was nowhere to be found so you were on your own.
Max and your parents were worried for Skylar and the situation outside wasn't helping. Aaron and Heath were making sure nothing got inside while Max was by Skylar's side. There was nothing to worry about, however. Skylar gave birth to a perfectly healthy baby boy and both of them were going to be okay. You just finished cleaning the baby when Denise came through the door.
"How're my patients?" She asked.
"They're doing well. We moved them upstairs just in case," Heath said.
"Skylar just had her baby," Aaron said. "She's fine. Baby too."
"Who helped her?"
"I did," you said, coming down the stairs.
"Have you ever done that before?" Denise asked you.
"No, but I was taught what to do. Maggie's dad taught me for when Judith came."
"There's people coming," Aaron said as he looked out the window.
"It's the kid. Is he bit?"
"Carl?" You moved the curtains and your eyes widened when you saw Rick carrying a lifeless Carl, Michonne clearing their way to the infirmary.
Rick brought Carl in and you covered your mouth in shock. He had been shot in the eye and there was a lot of blood.
"Oh my god," you said.
"Please save him," Rick said after he said Carl down on the gurney. Michonne took the blood-soaked sheet off of Rick and when you saw the look in his eyes, you knew that he wasn't okay. When he drew his hatchet, it clicked.
"No, Rick. You need to stay here," you said. He didn't listen to you or Michelle as he flung open the door and walked outside.
"Shit," you said. You grabbed your knife and immediately followed Rick. You heard your dad call out to you, but you ignored him. Keeping Rick alive was your priority.
The other joined you quickly, Aaron taking down a walker right behind you. You all fought, more and more people joining you. A lot of walkers were taken down, but you were starting to be backed into the corner. You were also starting to get tired. So when the lake was suddenly engulfed in flames and the walkers started to make their way towards it, you felt yourself get a surge of energy.
No one knew for sure who started the fire, but you were hoping it was Daryl. You had been constantly worried about the people who were stuck outside the walls. Pushing those thoughts aside, you focused on the task at hand. Kill the walkers and take back your home.
—---
When all the walkers were dead, you allowed yourself to breathe. Leaning against the side of a house, Aaron patted your shoulder. You gave him a smile and squeezed his arm. Then you heard your name be called. Turning, you saw Daryl running towards you.
"Oh my god," you said. Pushing off of the house, you leapt into his arms.
"Are you okay? You bit?" Daryl said, frantically searching you for injuries.
"I'm fine. I promise." You notice the blood dripping down his arm. "You're not. Come on, let's get you all fixed up."
You stay with Daryl as Denise stitched up his shoulder, telling him what had happened while they were gone. He also told you what had happened to them and you set your head on his good shoulder, squeezing his hand.
"We're okay. Carl's going to live and Skylar's okay," you whispered. "You've come back and that's all that matters."
You looked at Daryl. "I love you."
He kissed you softly and pressed his forehead to yours. "I love you too."
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Happy 1 Year AO3 Anniversary to me!
Yes, I'm that weirdo that remembers the one year anniversary of joining AO3. 23, however, is my favorite number, and it was also the beginning of the school year - I think that's why it's so distinct!
Last year, I was looking to do more things that I love, so I said "fuck it" and decided to post a chapter to a fic I hadn't updated in years and years on a different fanfiction website. A longtime reader/ fanfic author @butterflydreaming-writes-fic contacted me and basically said, "Girl, you gotta get on AO3. It's where it's at!" And one year later, here we are!
Here are some totals for you...
Of course, I know some other authors have higher stats then me, and that's okay. I'm proud that in just a year, I've accumulated over 1000 kudos, over 200 bookmarks, and over 21,000 hits. It's very gratifying.
I have 23 stories in total, but not all of them of new. Some are old ones that I reposted from a different website. Out of those 23, 9 are Cardcaptor Sakura, 2 are Final Fantasy VII, and a whopping 12 are of The Dragon Prince (with more to come on the way! I'm in the groove now.)
My most popular story based on hits is Lunation, my interpretation of the reconciliation between Rayla and Callum. I worked the hardest on this fic and am happy to see it still remains at my most popular piece. (Although, some of the shorter, sillier ones from S5 are quickly approaching its numbers, and I admit I will be kind of sad if it's no longer at the top! 😂) On the other end, my least popular is Red Lite, Green Lite, which is a silly little fic about Vincent Valentine going about Midgar trying to get a cigarette. It's quite funny.
The first not-reposted original story was Promises, Promises - a take on Callum's fatal promise to Rayla. ("You have to kill me.") I've never written such an action-packed piece and I am pretty proud of it. Even when rereading it, I still feel the urgent tone that carries itself throughout the story.
My most underrated fic is definitely To Those Who Crossed Over, a weirdly experimental story about how Touya from CCS - a naturally gifted clairvoyant - comes face-to-face with another medium, causing some interesting in-depth insight about Yue. While it's not the norm, it definitely is an interesting read.
In the next year, I would love to post some other fandoms (like RWBY, for example) and perhaps continue/expand on the CCS fic To Love Another. It's a story about Touya coming to terms with who Yukito/Yue are as a person. It is definitely the most quietly popular fic, with no comments but 96 kudos and 18 bookmarks.
Also, I want to simply continue to write. I put a lot of pressure on myself when it comes to fanfiction. Character and canon accuracy are important to me, but I am slowly realizing that fanfiction can be whatever you want it to be. And that's the beauty of it.
Remember, fanfiction writers do it for nothing except the love of our fandom. We take time out of our days to pour our hearts into stories for you to read. I'm so grateful to AO3, as the website allows us a safe space to do that. (I always donate when the time comes, and if you read or write on AO3, you should too!)
In the past year, I rebranded and created my online personal as HerWrittenUniverse because I felt like I was entering another era of fandom. In addition, fanfiction has personally opened up so many door for me. It's giving me a healthy way to express my love for a fandom, challenged me to increase my writing skills, and opened up doors to friendships that I never though possible. So thank you to Cris for kicking my butt and getting me on AO3, thank you to my fellow fandom friends for supporting me (and everyone else!), and thank you to the readers. Fanfiction writers create for themselves - but the support is always nice, too!
Cheers to another year on AO3!
#fanfiction#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#ao3#archive of our own#fandoms#my writing#personal post#the dragon prince#cardcaptor sakura#art#writing#support content creators#support fanfic writers
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Loki Episode 3 Reactions (Less Coherent Edition)
Lots of caps lock today. Spoilers for Loki.
If we don't go to the World's Fair today I'm gonna riot.
If said World's Fair is not in Chicago I'm gonna riot
Oh FUCK YES just saw the screenshot
CAN I JUST SAY EVEN THOUGH I THINK I'VE SAID IT BEFORE LOKI IS BASICALLY IN HIS CLOTHES FROM THE COVER OF WML
OH MY GOD I SAW THE TITLE YESSSSS CHICAGO
The fucking music oh my god
NO WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE THOSE BUILDINGS MADE OF WOOD TWELVE YEARS AFTER THE CHICAGO FIRE ARE YOU CRAZY AND WRONG
oh okay I will casually throw aside the large rock. It's 1868. Maybe ya'll did do your research. I SAW THE TRAILER THOUGH SO I'M NOT SO SURE
DON'T DO IT IT'S FOUR YEARS EARLY DO NOT TIP OVER A LANTERN BITCH
OB that was not simple enough for me
Are we in 1868 or 1893, then, boys, I have to know for the historical accuracy of these building materials.
THANK YOU, MOBIUS! [He mentioned the Fire and I felt vindicated.]
Yes, how could you have forgotten?? MOBIUS I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE THE WORLD'S FAIR
CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED TO THAT NEIGHBORHOOD THOUGH
I MEAN FLAMES BUT IT WAS EITHER NOT REBUILT OR LEVELED AGAIN FOR MIDWAY [side-eyes the parallels of the history of Central Park in NYC to Hell and back] [I don't know for a fact if that is accurate but I wouldn't be in the least surprised if it was.]
okay the vintage transition made me unnecessarily excited
MOBIUS do not rationalize your snack addition [you don't need to, you're perfect]
Also Cracker Jack is nasty
Thanks Loki
YOU FLIRTS
The commentary on the global exhibits is the shit
"Thor's not that tall." SHUT UP SHUT UP YOU STARED AT HIM FOR FAR LONGER THAN NECESSARY AND SAID THAT TO COVER UP THE FACT THAT YOU MISS HIM YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYBODY
fuck yes post credit scene
I'm just saying it's not that far outside the realm of possibility for Theo to be here [I was going to continue to explain this but then got distracted by:]
THE VINTAGE TRANSITIONS
Loki is fucking panicking
SYLVIE MY GIRL
Wait goddamn please let's not do this shit again
Mobius just take her bag. You're a clever boy, I'm sure you can think of something.
OH MY GOD SHE THREW HIM
NO LOKI DO IT
Eew
This guy grew up in Chicago. Why is he talking like that?
"The wizard gentleman" I'm dying
Okay but this is not a Wisconsin accent either.
"Lower taxes" MOOD
HOW ARE YOU TWO SO BAD AT THIS
yeah Miss Minutes you keep trying to take credit for this, you wanna be the one that fucks him? Because that's the direction this shit is moving [Apollo please I'm begging you to pass me over. Ugh.]
Squall squall squall
Oh shit I didn't see THAT coming though damn [I was trying for a shipwreck but then they just sent Renslayer adrift in Lake Michigan.]
The writers: Okay so everyone betrays their lover in the end; Me: Okay one, are y'all okay? And two, y'all read Oscar Wilde's "The Ballad of Reading Gaol" and took it as gospel, huh? ["Yet each man kills the thing he loves/By each let this be heard,/Some do it with a bitter look,/Some with a flattering word,/The coward does it with a kiss,/The brave man with a sword!"]
MISS MINUTES ABSOLUTELY GO FUCK YOURSELF
eew what the fuck is happening
OH MY GOD THE WRITERS LOVE TO MAKE WEIRD ASS COUPLES
EEEEEEWWWWWW WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING BUT GODDAMN I FUCKING SHOULD HAVE
Rav I'd say kill Minutes but we need her
VON?? VON??
ARE WE DOING THIS AGAIN WITH RAVONNA AND MOBIUS THIS TIME
DO WE NEED THESE PARALLELS
OH FUCK YOU RAV
SYLVIE STOP
HAIR FLIP
SYLVIE
YEAH SYL KILL THE BITCH
AND FIGURE OUT YOUR NEXUS FIRST
SYLVIE YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN YOUR NEXUS FIRST BUT DAMN GIRL HOLY SHIT
EEWW MISS MINUTES COME ON
Wait I just thought of something and I HATE IT SO MUCH (sorry to not tell you but I'm gonna think on this for a few days and then post a theory)
#loki#loki tv show#loki season 2#sylvie laufeydottir#mobius m mobius#loki season 2 spoilers#loki series reactions#lokius
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You’re a good kid- Oliver Queen x selfharm!reader (platonic)
The way I’ve been sitting on this for 8 months. Humiliating. Everything I write gives me second hand embarrassment who am I kidding. Anyhow here’s my mental illness. Enjoy.
Oliver Queen x selfharm!reader
Self-Indulgent
Warning: contains graphic depiction of self-injury and suicidal thoughts. If you think this fic might trigger an episode or relapse, please do not read this.
Key:
Y/N- Your Name
US Hotlines/Chatlines:
Suicide/Crisis Line: 988
LGBTQ+ Specific: The Trevor Project
Text Line: Text “HOME” to 741741
National Helpline: 1-800-662-4357
Crisis Chatline: Imalive.org
Self Harm Specific: 1-800-366-8288
Male Specific: Boystown.org
Helpline Database: Benice.org
“Fuck it’s hot in here.” You breathed, sweat creeping down the side of your face. Your hands were planted on your knees, keeled over in straight up exhaustion as you squinted at the floor of the Arrow Cave.
“I’m training you for all climates then.” Oliver, your mentor, quipped back, a slight smile on his face. He lightly slapped your back with his wooden stick.
“Let’s get back to it, hm?” He said authoritatively.
You complied, and a few more minutes of loud stick-thwapping ensued. It didn’t take long for him to have you pinned.
“Sorry…” You muttered, laying on the cool floor for a moment. His shirtless frame stood above you.
“Don’t apologize to me, if this were-“
“If this were a real situation, I would have been killed. I know.” You cut him off sourly. He offered a hand and yanked you up.
“You’d be less hot if you didn’t insist on fighting in long sleeves all the time.” Oliver changed the subject, grabbing his own t-shirt.
He had a point- the sleeves certainly weren’t helping. But you weren’t ready to have that whole conversation with him. Some of the careful, intentional cuts beneath the fabric were still fresh, and even the stale, scarred over marks still embarrassed you. You didn’t respond.
“Hey I know what’ll help,” He said with a slight grin (which was usually the most expressive thing you’d get out of him.) “One last exercise before we call it.”
Oliver grabbed a thin blade from the small armor rack, and proceeded to toss you a rubber one.
“Hey!” you yelped, catching it, “Why do you get a real one?”
“Because I know how to use it without causing you serious harm. I don’t trust you with something you can stab me with.” He joked lightly.
Once again, he had a point. And once again, you knew that. The spar commenced.
After a few minutes of apprehensive toe-hopping, he broke the silence.
“That’s not an expensive shirt, is it?”
You narrowed your eyes.
“No, I mean it’s a cheap exercise shirt, why?”
Oliver’s stance changed, becoming more offensive.
“I have an idea.” A sly smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Without warning, he rushed forward. You let out a slightly surprised inhale, stepping out of the way with grace. You tried to slash his back with the rubber knife, but he quickly turned around, grabbing your arm and throwing towards him. You twisted your arm, ducking into a roll.
“Nice dodge.” He panted slightly. You stayed coiled, focused. This time you attacked him, springing forward him. He caught your forearm. You winced, trying to pull the same stunt twist out of it.
“Don’t do the same move twice.” He said.
In a brief moment you were on the ground, You felt the cold floor, the hand with the fake weapon pinned. Oliver counted to 5- in the heat of pinning you, he must have slit the fabric of your sleeve. It was a clean cut; his trained accuracy paying off. But the rough movement and raised skin lead to a few of your cuts reopening. Normally, the blood wouldn’t soak through your shirt enough, but with your arm exposed…
It took a moment for panic to set in. When it did, you thrashed. He’d thought he won, but your sudden, violent movement caught him off guard. He scrambled back.
“Hey! Match is over! You were p-“
“What the fuck!” You called out, shoving him. In retrospect, that wasn’t much of a statement- he was a solid half-foot taller than you, and at least 100lbs heavier.
“Hey, rel-“
“What the fuck did you do that for!” You referred to the sleeve, cutting his words off again. You piped down, aggressively trying to cover your arm.
“Hey, I was messing around. It was a joke, I can buy you a new shirt?“ At that point, Oliver just sounded confused.
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t funny.” You swiftly huffed, hiding the arm with your back turned to him.
Oliver, speechless, went to set down his weapon, and saw a thin smear of blood on the floor; immediately, his tone changed.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked. All humor had left his voice.
“What?” You responded curtly. “No, you just-“
He didn’t wait for you to finish your sentence. Oliver grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to face him. He tugged your arm out from your protective grasp.
“Let me s-“
You both froze. You felt like you’d just swallowed liquid nitrogen. His face was blank. Silence.
You jerked your hand back. Wordlessly you did your best to cover your arm again, turned around and began making your way to your backpack. From Oliver’s perspective you looked furious- in reality, you were scared. You desperately tried to control your breathing, the familiar tightness in your throat fighting against tears. How could you let this happen? You were mortified, let alone afraid. Deeply you were ashamed. He’d reject you, or abandon you, or at the very least keep you from vigilantism. The possibilities swarmed through your head like a hoard of angry bees.
Your panic was interrupted.
“Hey.”
You stopped mid-step as a hand hesitantly grabbed your arm. Your bag hit the floor with a thud. He, more carefully, pulled your arm, this time with a nervous kindness.
“Let me take a look.”
You obliged. He moved your wrist around a few times, looking the bleeding cuts up and down.
You just stood there numbly.
“Here.”
You both made your ways to the steel table, where he let go for a moment. You weren’t used to seeing Oliver like this. It made you feel uncomfortably like a child.
“I’m going to grab a few things.” His seemed calm, Oliver’s voice a steady sound to focus on. You, suddenly overwhelmed by everything, stayed patiently quiet as he rummaged around. You refused to look up, eyes glued to the cold floor. He came back within a minute.
“Sit.”
You obeyed, completely unsure of what to say. He reached for an alcohol pad and your head snapped up.
“I can take care of it.” You said flatly. Tiredly.
He paused, but slid everything over to you. You worked hastily. The alcohol pad stinging as it swiped nervously across your arm.
Much to your dismay, silence didn’t last long.
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Oliver asked.
“No.” Now you really felt like a child.
“Let me rephrase that; talk to me, or can’t help you. I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me why you’re doing this to yourself.” He said curtly.
“I never said I wanted your help.” You snapped, looking up at him.
Oliver’s hand hit the table, making you flinch.
“I don’t care if you didn’t ask, I recruited you to this team, and I’m the one in charge of keeping you- and everyone else- safe. Either you’re going to tell me what’s going on or-“
You cut him off for the third time that night.
“Or what? You’ll kick me off the team?” You asked bitterly. He sighed.
“Yes.”
You sat quietly for a moment, weighing your options.
“I constantly feel so… out of control.” You said quietly. You paused, putting down the alcohol pad.
“I’m afraid. I’m afraid of people. I’m afraid of my family. I can’t stand school, my home is shit, the world is shit and vigilantism is all I have left. Even doing this, I constantly feel… bad. I’m not good enough. I’m not smart enough. I can’t compete with the rest of you. Then I get to realizing that all I do is pity myself. My life isn’t even that bad. The fact that I can’t handle it all is a sign that I shouldn’t be in this line of work. Someone like me- I’m clearly- People who-“, you let out a frustrated huff, “I’m not mentally, I don’t know, equipped for this kind of thing but I know my entire life would feel so pointless without it. This is the only control I have. The only way I can make things any better and without it I don’t have a reason to live, Oliver. Without it I’m worthless.” You looked up.
“I wish I could just fucking kill myself. Every time I’ve tried, I’ve backed off last minute. I can’t seem to get the guts to just really end it. I even fail at that and then regret waking up the next day. I’m so fucking sick of it.”
You covered your face with your hands, elbows on the table. This entire situation was such a fucking mess. You just ruined whatever chance of staying on the team you had. Not only that but you’d embarrassed yourself in front of someone you admired, and admitted that-
“I’m not going to make you quit.”
His voice was firm. You felt a hand on shoulder. The comfort was like being held for a minute.
“I’m not going to abandon you, or make you leave. You’ve done great things for this team, and not once have you put anyone- including yourself- in needless harm. As long as you continue doing what you’ve been doing, as long as you keep training with me, you’re not getting left.”
You nodded miserably. Your hands still covered your face.
“You’re a good kid, (y/n). Whenever you feel like this- I mean whenever- contact me. You can contact Felicity. You can contact John. All of us are here for you. We’d help you in any way we can. I promise, you’re safe.”
You took your hands from your face, resting them on the table, fingers lacing together.
“Alright?“ He asked.
“Alright.”
(End Notes)
Oh my god I’m posting this with a migraine and it hurts. Anyway this is very much so for me, idk if anyone else will bother with it. I’m working on a Ghost Rider fic, so stay tuned for that ig. It won’t wake 2 years this time.
- Ahsoken (He/Him)
#self insert#oliver queen#oliver queen x reader#oliver queen x selfharm!reader#self insert fic#self insert fanfiction#fanfic#fic#imagine#selfharm reader#arrow#arrow imagine#arrowverse fanfic#arrow fanfiction#arrow fanfic#green arrow#green arrow x reader#green arrow fic#green arrow fanfic#arrow fandom
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Resurrected AU part 6 :3
Previous part here
Next part here
Just wanna say to not expect many detailed parts like this, i was gonna turn this into a comic or animatic at first but instead got struck by the writing gods to actually write something proper, so here you go :3
( thank you to @eliworkshop for talking about Baldur and making me realize just how much more chaotic I can make this AU)
Enjoy :3
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Heimdall crouches down as he spots his target.
A young buck, just grazing peacefully, unaware of his impending doom.
Heimdall locks his eyes onto the creature, summoning his bifrost arm while pulling out his bow and an arrow, slowly and carefully.
"Accuracy over speed." he hears his father's voice say in a hushed tone behind him.
He sucks in a breath as he pulls the string back and points the tip of the arrow towards the heart of the deer and listens closely.
No wind, perfect, this should hit.
Exhaling slowly, he realises the arrow as it flings into the side of the creature as it yelps and runs off.
It didn't kill it instantly.
"Shit." Heimdall mutters before turning towards Kratos, waiting for him to berate him for missing that simple shot.
"Good. Go now, catch it." His father says with a proud nod. Heimdall wasn't surprised, Kratos was much more patient than anyone else ever was with him, which was incredibly ironic. But he was definitely still getting used to kindness from others.
He nods before jumping over the fallen tree they were hiding behind and sprinting after the deer.
He swore he could hear Mimir mutter "aye, now that's the Heimdall I know."
But he'd rather not ask about what he meant, he didn't want to think about the past. Right now, all that mattered was getting their food.
Tracking the deer was easy; he sees the hoof prints in the mud, small branches and leafs that it destroyed while running away.
And he could hear it's heartbeat as it slowed more by the second.
So it was a fatal hit. Just not instant.
When he finds the deer, he sees it has collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily.
The deer looks at him and tries to get up, but just struggles against the mud. He feels the need to apologise to it, but it wouldn't understand.
Instead, he crouches down next to it and takes the dagger Freya gifted him into his left hand, but just as he's about to plunge it into the creature's heart, he dodges a figure flying past him.
So he was right, there was someone else.
He falls backwards but skillfully gets back to his feet. Looking at the figure, his eyes widen.
"Hello brother dearest."
Baldur.
"Baldur why did you... Why did... I... I thought you were dead?" Heimdall says softly, a tone that even surprised Baldur for a second.
"Oh but I was" he opens his arms wide with a grin on his face "but now I'm back, missed me?"
Heimdall stares at him silently, not sure what to say.
Baldur's arms drop by his side and the grin leaves his face "of course you didn't, but that's okay."
Baldur's attention gazes down to his brother's hip and notices a very important item missing. "So Where's that big old horn of yours? Stopped compensating? Did you lose it?"
"Of course I still have it." Heimdall responds impatiently, trying not to snap at the other god.
Baldur circles him, inspecting him closely. "Well I assume it isn't up your ass, so where the fuck is it?" Heimdall clenches his fist before taking a deep breath and going "it's safe, that's what matters."
Baldur stands there for a bit, but Heimdall knows what he's about to do and dodges the second Baldur tries to punch him again.
"I don't want to fight you, Baldur."
"Well that's just too damn bad!" the younger one responds before going in for another attack.
"Baldur please, I don't do this stuff anymore. I'm a new man, you can change too." Heimdall tries to reason. "A new man?! You've barely ever been a man. There's a reason everyone always called you a girl!"
Heimdall tries to tune out his brother's taunts but it's slowly starting to get to him. Baldur knows he'll win if Heimdall will let it get to him. That's how he always fought. Predictable.
"I am warning you Baldur, I really don't want to fight you!" Heimdall says again, but the other god takes a second to just really laugh at him
"Of course you do, you always wanted to, brother." Baldur sneers who me throwing a fist Heimdall's way, but he grabs his wrist before twisting his arm and pushing him away to create some distance between them.
"I'm done with picking fights just to get Odin's approval!"
"You sound just like that old man who's lapdog you are now, Dally-Dall" Baldur responds, saying his old nickname for Heimdall with as much venom in his tone as he can
Heimdall freezes for a second, he didn't expect Baldur to remember his old nickname. Baldur takes this chance to punch him, sending Heimdall flying back into a tree.
"Leave my father out of this." Heimdall says between gritted teeth as he gets back up, brushing dirt off the fur on his shoulder.
Baldur just laughs again "your father, huh? Next you're gonna call that little shit your brother."
Heimdall glares at him hard this time, Baldur gasps in return. "Oh you do call him brother. Oh this is gonna be goood!"
Heimdall dodges a jump attack from Baldur and turns around just in time to punch him with his bifrost arm because Baldur had the exact same plan.
Heimdall winches at the sudden thunder like sound and flash of bright blue and pink coming from both of them, mixing into purple, their powers seeming to physically fight each other too now.
Baldur grins and goes "awwww, look at little Heimdall, actually actually getting his hands dirty. You fight like the old man too" Heimdall opens his mouth to say something back, but instead just gets another punch in, making Baldur fly back.
Heimdall tries to catch his breath and blows his hair out of his face; his braids are starting to get lose. Baldur sees this and laughs at him while getting back up
"Pretty boy not so pretty now, huh?"
"Looks are not a priority in battle." Heimdall responds while waiting for Baldur to attack again, which he does. "AND you talk like him! Wow, you REALLY think they're your family huh?"
"They ARE my family, you could have the same if you'd just stop attacking me." Heimdall responds and punches the other god. "oh so you betrayed all father just so you can run off with the man that killed both of us?" "Odin is DEAD. besides, these people are actually worth fighting for."
Heimdall grabs Baldur by his throat and slams him against a tree, Baldur groans and chuckles, looking his brother right in the eyes.
Heimdall knew he was being mocked. the glow of his right arm cascaded onto his face making his glare look even darker.
Heimdall drops him, not wanting to kill him. "They gave me a chance. A chance of a new, better life. A chance of a good family. They'd do the same for you, too. You'd just have to stop, now."
Baldur rolls onto his back, rubbing the bruises that are quickly forming around his throat. He turns his head towards Heimdall, looking like he's actually thinking for once. "Then what?"
Heimdall thinks for a moment. "Then... We'd both have a chance of being somewhat normal people again."
"Like when it was just the two of us?"
Heimdall nods and holds his left hand out to his brother. "Yes, like when it was just the two of us"
Heimdall pulls him up but Baldur immediately let's go of his hand when they hear quick footsteps approaching.
Heimdall turns around and smiles at Kratos "I got the deer?"
His father stood there, axe in hand with a concerned look on his face. The sight of Heimdall and Baldur covered in blood with the dead deer next to them on the floor sure was a sight.
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