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vinyleee · 3 years

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Kisaki (25) x Reader (18+)

tw: death, guns, blood

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you held your breath as you stood between the two burly men that escorted you in the cramped elevator. the light was dim, even so it produced a glare against the scuffed metal. flashes of vibrant lights shown in the windows from the city, green and purple scattered against the thin surface of your red dress. he had requested you wear it tonight, for it was ‘a special occasion’

“damn how much longer is this lift going to take,” one of the guards grunted out looking at the key panel as he fiddled with his gun. he traced the tip of his index finger over the sights, as if preparing himself to aim at someone.

“heh, might take a half hour more for all we know… boss ordered us to take her all the way to the penthouse so it’s not like we can just get off on the next floor.” The other guard replied rolling his shoulders back, fixing his posture.

you released your breath and looked at the guard to your right, still fixed on his gun. you studied the features of his face as he lifted the gun up to look through the sights.

“hmm what’s wrong miss.. heh.. do you want to play?” he chortled when he noticed you staring. ‘here, don’t be shy.’

he placed one large hand on the small of your back, causing you to shiver. “don’t worry im friendly…”he grinned when you put a hand out to stop him from getting to close. he saw it as an opening, he placed the pistol he had been studying in your hand.

the weight of the gun shocked you, but it felt… almost comfortable. as you wrapped your fingers around the handle the gripping rubbed against your skin. it felt natural to you.

you twisted your wrist left and right to see the different angles of the pistol. nothing was rather interesting about the pistol except for a few tally marks, you guess to mark how many victims it had killed.

“hey now what are you doing giving that to her?”the other man bit out as you raised the gun up to see yourself just what the other guard found so enticing about the gun.

“oh come on were just having fun! right little lady?”,the one who handed you the gun chuckled.

you ignored him and looked up to the ceiling, your eyes moving across the space between the dying fluorescent lights. trying to spot a camera or a microphone somewhere you stood up on the tips of your toes and traced your fingers directly above you were standing. there was a slight convex in the metal that you skimmed the tips of your fingers over.

he was watching.

you felt reassured as you brought your hand back down to your side. “here, Ive had enough fun.” you sigh handing the man his gun back.

“oh silly you.. I’m not,” he put the gun back in its holster and placed his hands on your waist. he brought you into his chest and put his nose to the top of your head, breathing in your scent.

“ugh as soon as I take over this place and kill boss, you’re gonna be mine baby…”he said tracing one hand up your exposed back, from the opening of the dress.

“what are you saying?” the other guard said as he pried his partners hands off you. “you’ve lost it haven’t you? do you know who he is? he isn’t just some wanna be gangster… he’s kisaki.”

‘kisaki.’ the word rang through your ears, and left a warmth in your cheeks as if he had just caressed your face. kisaki, your kisaki.

you relaxed instantly at the sound of his name. ‘ah let him do as he pleases.’ you raise a hand up stopping the guards from a fight that neither of them would come back from.

just then the elevator chimes. “for fucks sake about time.”

you let out an exasperated sigh as you stepped out of the elevator. behind you the two men silently cursed at each other as the followed after you.

“stay by my side”, the guard set on stealing your heart said lightly wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling out his gun once more, except this time ready to pull the trigger on anyone who threatened your safety.

the other, more collected, guard walked a few steps in front of you with his gun trained in front of him. he looked down the turns and twists of the hallways that lead to different rooms of kisakis building. he kept his back close to the wall and stuck out his gun first then his head peaked out ever so slightly around the corner.

at the end of the hall you could make out shadows of men pacing back in forth through a crack in the door. suddenly the air around you felt static, why would kisaki call you to his penthouse and have two… very unqualified guards escort you.

your head started to throb as you searched for an answer. each scenario you played out in your head led to someone dying. that was the best case. you didn’t want to think of worse ones, so you stopped to take a deep breath.

‘nothing is going to happen’ you reassured yourself. kisaki would protect you. there was nothing to fear.

as you neared the door to kisakis pent house you heard someone murmur a few distasteful things about you.

“why do you keep that bitch around, she does nothing but distract you boss. your priorities aren’t straight anymore…”

“hmm so that’s how you truly feel,” you heard kisaki laugh.

as you approached the door you pictured the expression kisaki was making as kisaki laughed. his face was probably flushed with excitement, and his eyes were probably just as piercing as ever.

you felt your breath hitch as you thought of his eyes. the way they could make you fear for your life in an instant, turned you on.

closing your eyes yet again, you imagined kisaki restraining your hands above your head and staring you down with those eyes. you imagined him pressing his knee into your dripping pussy and forcing you against the wall.

“ehem”, the guard who had been swatting through turns of each hallway cleared his throat, trying to get your attention.

“hm what is it”, you turned around to face him after he whisked you away from your fantasy.

“we should go inside now before kisaki gets upset that we took so long…” the corners of his eyes squinted as he winced, imagining what would happen to him if he didn’t follow kisakis orders.

“ok then, shall we?” you straighten your shoulders and fix your hair before gently pushing the thick double doors open.

“boss I just think you should…never mind, if you’ll excuse me.” the man who spoke ill of you muttered stepping to the right to avoid coming into contact with the opening doors.

as the doors swung open and the two guards walked into the penthouse you took in as much of the room as possible.

the entire penthouse was made up of windows. lights from the city flooded in making the use of no lights seem rather understandable. kisaki leaned against a mahogany desk directly across from you. his arms folded over his pinstripe vest, his sleeves rolled up exposing the veins from his hands to his forearms. the purple and green lights that had danced across your dress in the elevator now illuminated kisakis figure.

“no,” kisaki gritted through his teeth at the man who wanted so desperately to leave after bad mouthing you. “you stay, and you my darling come here” he raised one finger up and curled it back, beckoning you.

you let out a shaky breath as you stepped forward, your hands bunching up pieces of the red dress he had requested.

“ah why so nervous sweetheart?” kisaki mocked taking long steps toward you, “you look perfect in that dress I ordered for you. as I knew you would.”

“thank you…” you said in a hushed voice, avoiding his eyes.

in a half of a second his hand was on your jaw, pulling your face towards his, “look at me when you speak to me, bitch”

you let out a surprised whimper at his sudden aggressiveness, your face flushed with heat. your head started to spin with anticipation. kisakis lips were inching closer to yours. his breath warm against your mouth.

he licked his lips and smiled as he pulled away, “ah ah ah, not just yet sweetheart we have some business to take care of.”

you shook your head and turned around to see the expressions of the ‘business’. you had known what was going to happen. you turned back around to face kisaki yet again.

he was now sitting on the desk with his legs spread and a mocking smile plastered on his face, “won’t you come sit” he patted his leg.

as you approached him you heart raced, his touch would turn you into a thoughtless animal searching for the pleasure that only he could deliver.

“good girl”, he murmured into your ear, nibbling on it a bit, when you placed yourself into his lap.

you wrapped an arm over his shoulders and placed your other hand on his chest. you ran your hands over the cloth of his vest, eventually you tugged on his tie a bit, begging him silently.

he slid his perfect hands around your waist and pulled you in closer to him. the scent of sage and liquor wafted into your nose as you put your face in the crook of his neck. he was so intoxicating.

“mmm you’re just so impatient tonight hmm” he said tracing a hand up your thigh and under you dress slipping two fingers into your panties.

“boss.” one of the guards whispered, “can we leave?”he rocked back and forth on his heels uncomfortably waiting for a response.

kisaki brought his eyes up to the men and sighed, “cant you see im busy, now be patient and wait for your orders until then.. keep your mouths shut.”

you let out a breath as he turned his attention back to you, biting your collarbone. “ah fuck,” he breathed into your neck. “i just can’t wait to be inside you.” he lifted his head and grinned at you.

you bit your lip as he placed two fingers against your dripping cunt. he rubbed soft, gentle circles into your pussy. your body twitched under his touch, your head felt light and you could feel the heat starting to rise up.

he slid his other hand from your waist directly up to the small of your back while pushing two fingers inside you. he chuckled as he felt you wrap around him in excitement. “oh you want me so bad don’t you slut?” he pushed his fingers deeper inside you. “say it and maybe I’ll give you what you want so bad”

“kisaki I want you… I want you so bad, please.” you whined out gripping his tie tightly.

“aren’t you ashamed, begging for me to fuck you in front of three strangers? mm not so lady like of you.” he said, abruptly pulling his fingers out of you and licking them.

“my apologies gentleman we should get back to business.” he lifted you off of him and placed you on the desk as he stood up. he took his time walking around to reach into a drawer, in which he pulled out a glock.

“kisaki…what’re you doing?” you asked trying to collect yourself after kisaki toyed with you.

“ah don’t worry princess just look at me, ok?” he stepped beside you grabbing your hand and training the gun to the man who had come onto you in the elevator.

“you shouldn’t have underestimated me, I have eyes and ears everywhere. I know what you did to her. offering a women a gun, have you no sense?” kisaki smiled pulling the trigger before the guard could answer in his defense.

you kept your eyes on kisaki even when you heard the guards body thump as he hit the floor. even when you knew the pool of blood that seeped from his corpse would spread out to the furniture. even still, you’re eyes never looked away from kisaki.

you squeezed your legs together when you saw kisakis smile grow and his eyes squint. the light shining in through the windows made him stand out against the darkness of the room. on your own face the light scattered onto you as well.

“now who’s next? hmm?” he chuckled moving his gun back and forth between the last two men. “you, the one bad mouthing my property, and questioning my priorities. you really are so stupid.” again he pulled the trigger. and still you kept your eyes on him. you felt heat rising up in your chest as you watched his smile grow with every person he killed.

“ah, the last man standing.” kisaki released your hand and stood up. he walked over to the last person he was yet to kill in the room. “you did well today, you followed my orders thoroughly. you can leave now. oh but one more thing, call someone to clean this mess up.” he used his gun to point at the bodies sprawled on the floor.

“y-yes sir” the last man stammered out before speeding out the door.

“finally” kisaki raised his arms up as he turns around to face you. “youve been such a good girl you deserve a reward.”

he came back to the desk where you sat cross legged waiting for him to give you the pleasure he denied you before. putting a finger out he removed a strand of hair from your eyes and put it behind your ear.

“do you know how many people I’ve ordered to kill for me? hmm you don’t think I wouldn’t kill for you? after all the things they did to you? stripping you of your clothes with their eyes. you’re mine, and I’ll kill anyone who doesn’t fucking agree. all mine princess, now I think it’s time for you to show me your appreciation. on your knees slut.”

your mouth watered as you slid down to the floor. kisaki rubbed his cock through his pants waiting for you to do as he ordered. unbuttoning his pants you moved one hand up under his shirt to feel more of him. “im getting impatient,” he whispered gripping some of your hair and pushing your face down onto his cock.

you licked circles around his tip and up his shaft, causing him to grunt and pull your hair roughly. you brought your hands up to stroke him as you sucked.

the air was filled with the sound of slurping and choking. you felt him deep in your throat, making you want more.

you’re head bobbed up and down as you picked up speed sucking and licking all around his cock. “ah fuck, just like that” he groaned out throwing his head back with pleasure. your hands came down to your pussy to touch yourself as you pleasured him. the more of a reaction you got from him the worse you needed him.

he pulled you by your hair taking your mouth of off his cock. “did I give you permission to touch yourself?” he leaned down grinning in your face.

“n-no but…” you stammered trying to find the words to say in your fuzzy head.

“then take your hands away from yourself and keep sucking you slut.” he thrusted his cock into your mouth as you brought your hands back up.

you moaned as his dick slid deeper down your throat, you did your best to lick and suck but your movements were getting sluggish from the pleasure.

“cmon,” he whined out thrusting into your mouth, “you can go a little longer. isn’t this what you wanted bitch? or would you rather be riding me right now?”

you looked up at him through watery eyes trying to beg him to give you the pleasure you needed so badly.

he pulled out of your mouth and picked you up laying you down on the table.

“youve done enough, good job princess.” he sighed kissing you lips gently before climbing on top of you. his face hung inches away from yours as he smiled, “since you were so impatient earlier I’ll give you what you want, but I cant promise I’ll be nice.”

he slid the dress of off you from your shoulders, following that he ripped off your panties and bra. he spread open your legs and licked circles around your nipples as he thrust into you.

you moaned out his name in surprise, he wasn’t going to go easy on you. you gripped the sides of the desk as he continuously thrust into your dripping pussy.

suddenly he stopped, taking off his glasses and shoving his tongue down your throat. “you’re insides feel so fucking good” he breathed as your tongues met. he sucked and bit your lip when you released the kiss for a breath, a string of saliva attached your mouths.

“ah ah ah, you don’t get any breaks.” he laughed breathlessly while groping your titties. you let out small whimpers as he slowly started to thrust into you again.

his breathing became erratic and his hands came up to your thighs as he came to his climax. “so fucking close, princess” your insides twitched around him as you neared yours as well.

you felt him twitch inside you as he came, “ah fuck” he whined out, moaning your name.

your hands came up to his face as he thrusted into you slowly, his movements becoming more sluggish. his face was flushed and wet with sweat. the slowness and sweetness of his movements felt even better then when he was going fast.

“ah kisaki…” you released onto his cock as you gripped his tie. he shoved his tongue down your throat yet again not allowing you a break from the pleasure.

“you can hold on a little longer cant you doll.” his warm breath breezed over your face as your eyes teared up once more.

“y-yeah” you gasped trying to catch your breath.

he shoved himself deeper inside you causing your back to arch and you to moan out his name. “god that’s what I wanted to hear, your pretty little voice… now I won’t stop till I have you screaming out my name.”

he placed a hand on your cheek and smiled devilishly, hearing you moan out so desperately gave him his motivation to go rough back.

your mind was flooded with pleasure as kisaki railed into you on the desk. by the end of the night all you knew was the sound of skin clapping against skin and the squelching noises of your fluids mixing with his. all you felt was kisaki inside you, so deep you could feel him in your guts.

you watched his desperate expression as he made you cum over and over again, the smile that stretched across his face every time you moaned out his name and begged him to make you cum. all you wanted was the taste of his mouth in yours. you wanted to feel his tongue in your mouth like two dancers performing a waltz.

you came over and over again to kisaki until you had nothing left. “kisaki… ah… please stop.. I cant cum anymore.”

“oh baby i know you have more in you.” he grinned as he slammed into you faster and whined as the pleasure was getting to be too much for him too.

“ah.. kisaki.. I’m gonna…” before you could get it out kisaki started sucking on your titties as he slowed down the pace.

“i thought you had nothing left.” he laughed when he felt you twitching around him again.

“i didn’t ” you whimpered, hands coming up to his back tugging on the fabric of his vest he didn’t have time to take off.

your body twitched under him as you held onto him, the pleasure wouldnt stop. slowly he pulled his sopping cock out of your twitching pussy and started leaving love bites all over you.

“ahh it still feels…” Kisaki shushed you before you could continue

“just relax,” he said combing his fingers through your hair and sitting you up. “I went to far im sorry. I… I just wanted you to know I’d do anything, for you.”

you relaxed into his arms and closed your eyes. you knew, even if he didn’t kill those men for you, and even if he didn’t pleasure you past your limit. you knew.

“thank you kisaki…”

authors note: this was my first serious ff so im sorry if it ended weird.. I honestly didn’t know what to do. I hoped you enjoyed it either way (^_−)−☆

#fanfic #kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta #overstimmed #tokyo revengers #x reader

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glitxhwayventeen · 3 years

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Lonely Together

Jihoon: Chapter 2 (Dark Side)

Characters: Jihoon x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, fluff, potential blood mentions, genocide, runaways, health issue mentions, weapon mentions, panic attack description? (Though honestly it’s more of an anxiety attack), death mentions, child abandonment mentions. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: I recommend listening to Dark Side by R5. I thought the actual lyrics to the song gave off a solid vibe that I wanted to transfer to the start of this particular chapter.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

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Chapter 2: Dark Side

When you woke up this morning, you had the sweet scent of Vanilla and honey hit your nose. It was warm and inviting and made you feel safe. You were glad, normally you’d never feel safe in the wild. The pack helped a lot with that issue. But when you woke up today, you noticed that you had woken up to a quiet house. Which was… strange to say the least. There was always some sort of ruckus going on downstairs in the early hours. So you figured you’d go investigate cautiously, in case something had happened. You grabbed your thigh garter belt with your knives attached before you quietly made your way down the stairs. You saw and heard no one. Nothing was wrong or out of place. Everyone was just… gone. But why?

“Boy, you come prepared don’t you?” A male voice said from the stairs, causing you to jolt back in surprise, automatically drawing your knife from its holster on sheer instinct, ready to release it at any given moment.

You relaxed and placed it back to your thigh as you realized it was just Jihoon, one of the less spoken wolves of the pack.

He was only a few inches taller than you, but you were still incredibly intimidated by him. You weren’t sure why all the others were terrified to piss him off, even the alphas, but you were never worried he’d get mad at you. Which was weird, you were always skeptical of everyone, it was just in your nature as a rogue wolf.

However, with him, it wasn’t horror that overtook your veins, it was nervousness. Like you had some sort of school girl crush on him and you were worried you’d mess something up in front of him and die from the embarrassment of it. But why? Why would you care what some rando wolf would think of you when you’d probably be leaving in a bit when your wounds were healed better?

“Jesus Jihoon! You know I could’ve killed you right? Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to fuck with a bitch with knives?” You huffed out in annoyance while slapping you hands over your face, praying that he hadn’t seen your cherry red cheeks yet.

Of course he had though. He never took his eyes off of you whenever you were in a room. You were just too zoned off to notice

“Uh no… Not really. Never had them so they didn’t teach me shit. Not that any of that matters. We both know you’d never hurt anyone if you could help it.” He shrugged, nudging past you to make his way to the fridge for a bite to eat with a small smile pasted on his glorious lips. God he annoyed you.

“You don’t know that. I always come prepared, I could be a serial killer for all any of you know” you cooly threw his way as you let your guard down slightly, for some reason trusting him enough to have a semi civilized conversation alone.

“Yeah yeah you’re a little vicious killer. Whatever you say kid” He laughed out, trying to keep his amusement in check at your quick replies.

You gritted your teeth, “Hey I am not a kid! I’m centuries old! MUCH older than you.” You smugly responded to his bitch ass nickname for you.

Jihoon looked you up and down for a second, making you a bit self conscious and spreading a heat down to your lower belly, “You don’t look older than me. Matter of fact, you look like the youngest one here. So I’m gonna keep calling you kid, kid.” He leaned in close to you and whispered seductively in your ear.

“Where- where is everyone?” You stuttered out, trying your best not to focus on the minimal contact Jihoon had made with your shoulder while brushing past you moments ago. Curse your dumb instincts. Why did you have to find him attractive? Couldn’t your wolf side ever just stay in check?

“The market? No, to Taeyong’s? Maybe it was to the river? I dont know by the time they left it didn’t seem like they even knew where they were going so I stopped listening.” He answered while taking a bit of an apple he had snagged from the fruit basket on the counter.

“W-why didn’t you go with them?” You questioned him as you tried your best to avoid his piercing gaze.

“Didn’t feel like third wheeling a bunch of mated coupled wolves.” He shrugged once more while sitting himself on the kitchen table you were next to, “Plus, someone needed to stay here and keep an eye on the house.”

“I would’ve been here.” You chimed in, as if he would’ve ever seriously left you alone.

Whether you were a Werewolf or not, he was NOT gonna leave you without some sort of safety net if he could help it. If he had it his way, you wouldn’t even go down to the market with the other mates when supplies were needed. He knew you could handle yourself as a fellow wolf, and he knew you were the best to go because you weren’t marked yet, but he was worried for you.

You definitely had people looking at you because of your different appearance. You were drop dead gorgeous to anyone with eyes, and that greatly concerned him every-time you went out shopping. He may have been more of a lone wolf, but he wanted to protect you at all cost, even if you didn’t realize that’s what he was doing yet.

“Doesn’t count. You’re a FANCY werewolf, remember?” He emphasized the word fancy in a condescending way that irked your nerves all the way to your core.

“We don’t know what you can do yet. Besides, you act like I’d actually want to go watch them make goo goo eyes at each other all day long. Seeing them cuddle and dry hump the whole time we’re doing something isn’t my idea of fun. I’d rather be here and enjoy the peace and quiet while I can.” He said as he tossed the remains of his apple in the garbage can in one swift motion.

“I can do everything you guys can and more!” You defended yourself, getting a bit frustrated at the younger wolf for doubting your abilities.

“Then prove it. Do something… super wolfy” he chuckled out, half jokingly and half seriously in what a normal person would recognize as a flirty manner.

He hadn’t had too many girlfriends. His experience with girls was limited compared to his brothers. So sticking to his sarcastic edgy tone was the only way he knew how to engage with you.

He was curious as to what your powers entailed anyways. They all were, none of them had met a wolf like you before. All the wolves they knew were modern, and the only seriously powerful wolf they knew was from a Chinese pack that had fled to their area who could communicate with heaven, hell, and the nether realms. They had heard stories that had been passed down for some generations about what wolves were like long ago, but none of it was confirmed because nearly all had been killed or died off. So they wanted to see if you could actually do all the things from the legends they heard about your people. For all they knew, you could fly.

You hesitated for a moment, trying your best to think of something, anything that you could do that would shut him up and prove your point. But everything you thought of required you to be much stronger than you currently were. None of the visible powers you had were working right now due to the small amount of silver still running through your system. Even if you were working at full strength and weren’t hurt, you had never been able to use your powers to their full extent do to something having been wrong with you since birth.

“… I- I cant.” You sighed in defeat while bringing your head down to look at your hands.

“Why not?” He wondered aloud, not even really meaning to tease you, he just let the innocent question slip from his lips without thinking.

“Because I got hurt and I have no way to get better! My entire pack is dead! Everyone I love is dead! I don’t have a mate! I need some sort of connection to the people around me to heal faster and I don’t have one anymore! I need one or the other to have my powers come back this quickly after such a traumatic incident and I have neither! I’m fucked up and I’ve been fucked up for a long time okay!” You snapped, your eyes now bleeding and turning emerald green from anger as you yelled at him.

Once you saw his confused and remorseful expression, you quickly closed your eyes and turned around to try and calm down. You didn’t mean to go after him like that, but you were already very worried about your own health not coming back and the taunting tone in his voice just made you break. You could feel the hurt in his heart. It made you want to cry, you didn’t mean to yell at him. You were just a very touchy person who had been asked about a very touchy subject.

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get upset. I just- I’m concerned for myself and this conversation… well it made the concerns I already had skyrocket. But that’s not your fault. You would’ve had no way of knowing that. I apologize for getting mad at you over something so childish.” You earnestly said, trying your best to look him in the eyes without blushing from embarrassment.

He quickly moved his head down to look at his lap. He understood your pain. He could feel it everyday. You were his mate, he already did have a connection to you. He knew when you were sad or hurt or worried. He knew that you weren’t just in physical pain, but emotional pain as well. He wished he could take it all away from you so you never felt a negative feeling again. But he just couldn’t. Though, he was upset at himself for making it worse for you. Why did he always have to try and stir the pot? Couldn’t he just leave well enough alone? Couldn’t he just be cool around you and know when to stop?

“It’s okay. I… I understand what it’s like. To not have anyone I mean. I didn’t realize that you actually had to have those things in order to heal better though. With wolves now, we don’t necessarily have to have those things. I mean having them helps, but we get better eventually anyways as long as we get the wound cleaned properly. I didn’t know it was different for you...” He bit his lip as he continued, “But you know, our pack can be your pack, if you want anyway. There’s an opening for another ticking time bomb now that Chan’s found a mate. You’d be perfect for the job” he joked, though you could tell he was serious at the offer for you to join the pack.

“Yeah… how much does it pay an hour?” You played along, trying to lighten the mood from the tension you had made appear due to your little anger outburst.

You hurriedly propped yourself up on the table next to Jihoon, who gave you a small smile in return. It gave you goosebumps all over your skin. So you were thankful you had grabbed a large sweater the pack had given you before you went downstairs this morning.

You were given a bunch of them. They made you feel safe, and you loved the way they smelt. So when the other mates apologized and said they didn’t have many ‘girly clothing items’ to give you as getting clothing was sparse at the moment, you didn’t complain. You were perfectly content with your bigger clothing.

When you sat up on the table, you smelt the same scent of vanilla and honeysuckle that you nostrils had been absorbing from the clothing given to you…

“Not a lot.” Jihoon confessed, “we only offer housing, protection, and being around people who would do anything for you. But honestly, you could do a lot worse in terms of a career.” He bit his lip once more, the action drawing a small pur from your chest, which you tried to cover with a small cough. Of course he still caught the sound though. You weren’t even sure why looking at him made you that happy. The sound made Jihoon swoon, he loved that he already had such an impact on you.

“Of course there’s also some downside like with all jobs… like having to constantly break up fights, having a complete jackass for a mate, and well… you know… sharing bathrooms…” he trailed on, rubbing his neck while he attempted to make it seem like the middle part was casual.

“Wait! A complete WHAT for a WHO and WHERE was I???” You all but yell out in shock, making Jihoon wince.

He couldn’t tell if you were upset that he’d just burst it out like that. He honestly couldn’t even tell if you knew you were his mate or not. He didn’t know if you WANTED a mate or not. From what he knew of you, you usually stayed away from people unless you had to be around them. You told the others that staying alone is how you’d survived all these centuries. But Would you make an exception to your rules for survival to stay with him?

“Uh… yeah. A mate. That would- that would be me. I’m your mate…” He whispered, attempting as best as he could to regain control of his heartbeat that was now almost pounding out of his chest.

That’s when it all clicked in your head. Why they let you eat first with the mates, with the OTHER mates. You were one of them. It’s why they found you when you needed help, he must’ve felt you were in danger. It’s why you didn’t die that day even though your wounds would’ve been normally fatal even to you, because he was near you and never left your side. It’s why you weren’t scared of him like everyone else, you knew he’d never hurt you because he loved you. It’s why the pack always giggled anytime you and Jihoon would get near each other. It’s why the smell on your sweaters and his smell were so familiar, he gave them to you because you were his. You two were mates. It all made sense.

“We’re- we’re mates?” You reaffirmed out loud, but you started to feel dizzy. You weren’t sure what was happening.

Everything was going too fast, it felt like you were moving in slow motion but the entire world was spinning as fast as it could around you. The edges of your vision started becoming fuzzy and dark. You started to feel like you were going to pass out, but before you could fall flat on your face to the floor, Jihoon caught your fragile body in his arms.

“Yes. We are. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I wanted to give you some time to adjust to being around normal people before I told you.” He assured you as he started moving towards the stairs, bringing you to his room and setting you down on his bed. He was incredibly worried for you, he could hear your heart rate slowing by the second.

“You might need to lay down. You don’t look well” he spoke softly as he held the back of one of his larger hands to your clammy forehead.

“Yeah… okay… rest… that makes sense… I’m sorry I- I just wasn’t expecting-” You tried to say as you start to give into the panicking darkness, not wanting to fight the urge to black out anymore.

“It’s okay. It’s a lot to take in. Just try and sleep okay?” He shushed you as he moved his blankets over your petite form, hesitant to touch you as he didn’t want to make matters worse. But his inner wolf was screaming at him to hold you and rock you to help you.

Everything you had heard about Jihoon told you he wasn’t someone who could have a relationship. All the others always talked about him wanting no one around him ever. They called him a grumpy old rogue wolf who miraculously got stuck in their pack. They said that He did things his own way. He did things alone. So did you.

“Jihoon, how the hell are we supposed to be together when we’re both lone wolves?” You whimpered out to him before everything went dark.

Another Author’s Note: alright so you guys know the drill. I wrote this close to midnight and I’m too tired to care about revising rn. So i shall look at it and fix any mistakes tomorrow when I get the time. Tomorrow I don’t think I’ll be praying more than once. Sorry, I’m working a doubt shift. But Wednesday I’m hoping to post three times! Here’s to hoping!

(Updated 9/6)

#seventeen #seventeen angst #seventeen au #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #svt au #seventeen x reader #jihoon #seventeen woozi #woozi fluff #svt woozi #woozi drabble #woozi angst #woozi x reader

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sicksucculentz · 4 years

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2.0 Richtofen’s breakdown

Taking place with the 2.0 boys. Discriptions Of mental illness and mental breakdown ahead

Please do not use without permission

I do not own any of the Trayarc charicters

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Poor Richtofen can feel himself starting to slip. Hes not slept in days, the room is moving, all he wants to do is sit down and just cry and cry. The constant moan of the zombies, the untrust within the group, his constant paranoia, the hallucinations and struggle to pick out whats real, the weight of the world resting on just one German’s shoulders. He feels haggered and frayed and his actions reflect his decline. Hes started pacing and muttering to himself, his eyes are blood shot and red, and his bags under his eyes have their own bags.

The others are starting to notice Richtofen becoming more and more unwell but its not the first time hes gotten tense in this way, for him it kinda comes in waves so they just mind their own and leave him be to formulate and figure it out. Sitting around the fire just outside a slightly crumbled castle room they shot up from their spots, readying guns and nerves after the sound of Richtofen screaching inside the crumbled castle. He didint sound hurt and he didint sound scared, his scream sounded primal but distressed.

The 3 of them quickly darted inside stumbling over broken bricks in the way to find Richtofen utterly destroying the inside of the crumbled castle. Hes making feral sounding grunts and scream while over turing tables, hurdling chairs, smashing beakers, and tossing books around. The 3 of them stopped in their tracks almost too scared to make a noise like Richtofen would see them and kill all three with his bare hands. He did however catch them out of the corner of his eye and stopped to face them torn book held by one side of the open book his left hand and a broken piece of a poor chair.

The other 2 quickly sort of get behind Dempsey as he looked around at the destruction this awkward skinny German created. Richtofen stood in the middle of it all breathing heavily blood shot eyes held wide open in a mix of shock, worry, fear, and sadness. Tears flowed from his eyes staring straight ahead at his 3 visibly scared team mates. “Edward? Take a minute bud. Just breathe your scaring us” Dempsey spoke holding up one hand open palmed towards Richtofen. Richtofen did not budge or say anything just kept heavily breathing and staring.

Dempsey had his finger on the trigger of his gun just in case Richtofen lost control and came at him, the jagged broken chair leg in his hand and the manic look in his eyes didint scream ‘dont worry’. “Tell me whats going on. Put the wood down and tell me whats wrong” Dempsey spoke again in an easy toned voice hoping he wouldent set Richtofen off. Richtofen didint rage or bust into a fit of crying, his spoke in a breaking wavery voice like he had been been crying for hours “I...i...i-....i want to-..to go home. I dont want to do this...anymore. I...i...i cant take it anymore Dempsey. Its-...its not ok”.

Richtofen dropped the book and the chair leg out of his shaky hands. He slowly brought his hands up to the sides of his head, balled them up and placed them finger side on the sides of his head and began hyperventalting. He started to cry even harder, tears so thick in his eyes that he could hardly see his team mates. “Oh ed…” Dempsey sighed to himself and started stepping over debree to get to Richtofen. Nickolai and Takeo stayed where they were, too scared to come close. Dempsey reluctantly holstered his gun coming closer to Richtofen and holding up his hands to show hes unarmed and means no harm “im gonna hug you ok? Is that ok?”

He gave no indication of a ‘no’ so Dempsey gently wrapped his arms around Richtofen so his hands reached the middle of Richtofen’s back. Richtofen made a whimper and wrapped his own arms around Dempsey shaking like a leaf and whimpering into Dempsey’s shoulder like a little baby. Dempsey rubbed Richtofen’s back with one hand while he reached down to Richtofen’s backside. There tucked in his belt line of his pants is a pistol. Dempsey slowly and carefully removed the pistol from Richtofen’s person and snuck it into the back of his own belt line.

“Why domt we go sit down by the fire and warm up?” Dempsey asked gently urging Richtofen to leave the spot. Richtofen nodded led by Dempsey out of the crumbling castle. Richtofen plopped himself down in front of the fire just staring into the fire saying nothing and just sniffling letting the tears run down from his eyes and drip off his chin. Takeo volunteered a blanket hed been holding onto and draped it over the German’s shoulders. Takeo is not a phycial man so throwing in his cense was the blanket and thats enough to show he cares.

Richtofen feel numb and tired, he feels like theres still more crying and screaming to be had but hes tired from such mental anguish that hed rather just curl up on the ground next to the fire and close his eyes listening to the cracks of the fire. Dempsey sat on the ground next to Richtofen’s head gently rubbing and soothing Richtofen’s shoulder to keep him relaxed and asleep. The touch helped keep Richtofen grounded so he slept calm.

#cod zombies #2.0 #edward richtofen #tank dempsey #takeo masaki #nicolai balinsky #fanfiction #take care of your mental health #mental breakdown

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mad-men-inc · 4 years

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Fragments from Beyond The Stars -- Rescue.

So ya boi wrote a thing, lmao. Enjoy some Star Wars bullshit! Basically my OCs (along with togruta!Kit) in a universe ive been on and off making for like 2-3 months. Please, dear god, ask me about them and the story if you’re interested. I would kill for you :eyes:

Kit slammed the door open, the woman at the head of the table merely raising an eyebrow at the loud entrance. The man sitting two chairs to her left stood up, his hand going to the blaster hanging off his belt, but between the woman's hand wave and Kit's own blaster aimed at his face, he conceded and left through a side door, paying a single glance back to the woman.

"Kit, I presume?"

"Where's Sam." It was barely a question, the hardness in Kit's voice making it clear that they werent here to play the woman's game.

"Tut tut, little Fighter. Not even going to ask how I know?"

"I know enough about you to know you pulled any intel from Sam's head, so tell me where she is before I pull the answer from yours." The response was growled, and the woman.. laughed. She tilted her head back, elegantly, and laughed to the ceiling.

"Oh, that's precious! You have just the fire I expected you to- you're just like she described." Her tone was mocking, teasing, light. Too fucking light. Kit fired their blaster, right for her cocky fucking face, but she held up a hand and stopped the laser in midair, halfway between her and Kit.

"Now, now. That's just rude," the joking tone gave way to offense, and the laser fell to the table's surface, sizzling out. "Play nicely or I'll have my men kill your little girlfriend."

Kit growled lowly, any fear at facing a Force user snuffed out by the threat to their friend- leader- partner. Still, they took the message, holstering their blaster and crossing their arms over their chest defiantly. A knife settled into each hand, slipped from the wrist guards they wore. "Fine. Take me to her."

The woman stood up, her hands resting delicately, balancing on her fingertips, against the table's surface. "Why would I do that, when it's more fun to keep you in suspense? She cried for you, you know," she circled the table, closing the distance between herself and Kit, one hand trailing over the table next to her. "She screamed and begged for you to stay away. To let her die, so you could stay free. Unfortunately, you didnt get the message-" a mocking pout "-apologies about that."

Kit didnt believe this woman, no matter how much that sounded exactly like their Sam. They wouldn't believe a word she said.

She continued, before they could interject any protests though. "I silenced her of course, dont worry. Couldnt have her scaring you off, now could i?" She was closer than Kit would like, her free hand coming up to flick at the tip of their montrals.

Kit finally uncrossed their arms, both hands shoving towards the woman full force. The blades sunk into her sides, the woman shouting and sending a Force wave into Kit. They flew backwards, through the door they had left open. The knives remained in the woman's sides.

They stood upright against the wall, ignoring the pain in their back, as they moved down the hallway. They opened every door searching for the woman they came for, their team leader, their fucking girlfriend, finally finding her in a tiny closet-like room that had become a makeshift cell, at the end of the hallway.

Kit's hands found her shoulders, helping Sam sit upright. As soon as she saw Kit's face, she started crying, shaking her head frantically.

"Go, go go go, go, get out of here, go-" she was begging, the words almost incoherent with how slurred and soft they were. Sam was.. out of it. Her eyes were unfocused and she was hardly breathing, she was covered in bruises and cuts and burns, she looked like she had barely eaten anything with how much thinner she was-- and she was trembling in Kit's hold.

They shook their head without a word, untying Sam's hands and easing her up with the wall as support."We have to go, Sammy," Kit was trying to hide their frantically beating heart, keeping their voice steady and level.

"Cant- cant, we cant, im- i cant go-" she was crying, shaking her head more, her chest was jerking with silent sobs that was followed by a flinch every time.

"I dont care if you cant walk, I’ll carry you, we have to go," Kit was getting nervous, glancing behind them at the doorway before slipping their arm under Sam's legs so they could scoop her up.

"Bomb- im- I'm a b-bomb, I cant go, its-- distance, I can't, I cant- Kitty, you have to go, please, please go-" her shoves were weak against Kit's chest and arms, but they got the point across well enough.

They stood upright anyway, keeping hold of Sam. "What's the range?" They moved out to the hallway, treading carefully as they waited for the answer.

"Wh- about the ship size, dont- cant leave it, she said- said itll kill anyone in 15- 15 feet, its tied to the- core. Core, core, if we break it-"

"You two arent breaking anything." Eliza spoke from behind the pair, Kit turning on their heels to face her. She was holding one arm across her sides, her other hand holding a lightsaber to the side. The weapon was off, but Sam's breath still caught and she started shaking, pressing against Kit tighter.

"Drop me and run- I've got her, please go-" she tried to tell Kit, but the togruta didnt pay her any mind. They ducked into the room that was beside them quickly, slamming the door behind them with their foot.

The room looked just like the one they had found Liza in before, so they ran for the side door and sprinted down the new hallway. The comm link on their wrist beeped once, Sam reaching over and activating it with a shaking hand.

"Kit, what's the story?" Evan's voice filtered through the device, Sam nearly sighing in relief. The gang was here to help. Maybe they did have a chance..

"I need you or Jason to pull up the schematics. There's a ranged bomb on Sam- we have to blow the core if we want to get her out of here alive." Kit spoke evenly, looking around them for some kind of sign that they were going the right way towards the core of the ship.

"Can never be easy with you fuckers, huh?" Jason spoke up, his voice riddled with amusement. He didnt wait for a retort, immediately setting about calling directions for Kit to take.

The pair were lucky in avoiding trooper patrols, and Liza had seemingly fucked off, so they arrived at the core drive quickly. Kit set Sam down by the door, giving her the comm link while they fished through their backpack for the explosive devices they always carried now. Too many times had they come in handy, for them to forget to bring a few.

Sam took the blaster from Kit's side, her grip strong but her aim shaking as she pointed the weapon at the door. If anyone walked through it, they would be dead -- probably.

Soft beeps echoed through the room as Kit placed the devices, all synchronizing with their detonator. They would need to get out of there first, get to their own escape ship before setting this place on a path to hell.

The door slid open, Sam opening fire until a strong Force had her finger stilling on the trigger. Kit ducked behind the massive core, cursing silently as Eliza strolled into the room and disarmed Sam. She wasnt holding her sides anymore, and Kit realized she had probably taken a hypo-syringe; she was fucking healed.

Sam trembled in the hold, immobile and hating every second of it. Eliza hummed, the same tune as always- Sam flinched and immediately squeezed her eyes shut as her whole body tensed up.

"That'a girl. You know it was very dumb of you to think you're getting out of here. And your actions.." the lightsaber ignited, Sam whimpering quietly as the red light flickered over her face. "Have consequences. Open your eyes, Samantha. I want you to watch this one. I want your little partner to watch this one."

She was cocky, far too cocky, and Kit snuck around the core to get closer to her. She wouldnt fucking touch their Sam any more- except she did.

The blade rested on Sam's side, right where one of Kit's knives had gone into the woman, and their breath hitched. Sam was lucky her goal wasnt to kill her. Or.. was she?

She shrieked, her muscles straining under the Force hold- she wanted to get away, to move, to run, to something, anything, but she was just as helpless now as she had been when she was first fucking taken.

"And what a shame it is theres nothing you can say to stop me this time. I don't want your information anymore. I want your fucking screams." And scream she did, as the laser was finally lifted up, only to be pushed against her other side.

Kit flinched at the sound, before sucking in a breath and moving to get behind the woman. They ran at her quietly, yanking her backwards so the blade left Sam. As soon as it was off, they jumped on her back and fought to drag her to the ground.

Liza slammed her back against one of the core relays, Kit wincing but not letting go. Their arm wrapped around her throat, pulling tighter as the pair fought each other off.

Finally, Liza snagged Kit in a force hold, throwing them off of her back- they slid across the ground and stopped next to Sam. Sam, who was able to move but still stuck frozen. Terror and pain clashed with their desire to protect her partner, and her trembling hands were of no use. Kit seized up next to her, as Liza got her bearings right.

Sam recognized the straining of their muscles, the same way hers would move when she was fighting off the Force. She had to move.

Liza was coming closer, her hand closing around the hilt of her lightsaber. Sam had to move. She had to move. She had to move- the blaster was in her hand, she pulled the trigger and nailed Liza in the shoulder, the woman yelling in pain and outrage. Her grip on Kit released, but she was close enough anyway that she sent her boot straight into Sam's stomach, the girl doubling over and coughing.

"Bad. Dog." She growled, and Sam yelped as another well-aimed kick landed on her already broken ribs. Another, aimed at the fresh burns on her sides. She curled up, shielding her face but otherwise letting the Sith hurt her. Her chest jerked with sobs, and soft apologies filtered from her lips, muffled by her arms.

Kit had snatched up the blaster and gotten out of the way as soon as Liza had let them go, horror stilling their hand as they barely heard their girlfriend apologize for saving their life- what had happened here..? Did they even want to know?

They shook their head, firing twice into Eliza's back. The woman fell forward with a cry, her body curled over Sam's.

Sam sobbed and trembled and stilled, waiting for someone else to move first. Liza wasnt dead, of fucking course she wasnt, but she would be soon enough anyway. Kit holstered their blaster again, pulling Sam out from under the bitch. She flinched but stayed quiet, her eyes shut tight and her face pressed against Kit's chest.

Together, they ran, getting farther from the core and closer to the hangar that Kit had gotten in through. It passed by in a blur, Sam dazed and afraid, so much smaller than Kit was used to in every sense of the word. She was quiet and curled in on herself, she was thin and shaking, pale and... afraid. She was afraid.

That was... new. Not new, not really, Kit had seen her more afraid when it was their life on the line, but this was a terror that didnt go away, that left a haunting look in Sam's eyes and a bad taste in both of their mouths. This was a fear that would follow her, they were sure.

The little ship that they called home (more of a home than the Resistance base anyway) picked them up with a quick fly-by, Kit and Sam landing hard on the loading ramp as they lept to safety. Jason helped them inside, Kit setting off the explosives just before they flew away. Sam shook harder as the explosions sounded behind them, her wide eyes never leaving the hangar door, unblinking and unmoving.

They flew away for a few moments, waiting for the hyperdrive to warm up and prepare (and likely making sure Sam wasnt about to explode), before they jumped to light speed. Sam finally, finally blinked and looked away from the window, as the white lines that would be stars passed by, slowly making her dizzy.

JA-K13 scanned her for injuries as soon as she turned, the robot giving a false sigh and muttering about not being able to fix this mess, before he set about getting her to sit down so he could try and do exactly that.

Kit sat by her side, their eyes roaming over the tons of wounds that they knew would only get worse if they didnt get back to base soon. Sam needed a real medibay..

Sam, for her part, pretended as if everything was okay. She faked a close-lipped smile, her ever-shaking hand resting on top of Kit's between them. Neither spoke.

Neither wanted to discuss what had happened back there. But Kit couldnt look away from the tear tracks running over Sam's cheeks, and Sam couldnt stop seeing flashing images of Kit, dead at their feet, the blaster in her own hand and smoking.

Kit knew they were lucky to escape alive, but Sam wasnt sure they truly had escaped. After all, the past always caught up, didnt it? And hers was especially persistent.

#sam writes #star wars #beyond the stars #elizabeth #sam #kit #yes this is my partner kit #no this is not creator sam XD #dear gods let this inspire me to draw these fucks again

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reesewestonarchive · 5 years

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chapter ten / rem belongs to @forlornraven / masterpost

The trouble with a man like Michael is the guy has shit all over the country. He’s well known, if not by his full name, and well-hidden. Nakoa’s never known him to be even close to discovered by authorities.

He hides his tracks well, and living in Withervale, not flaunting the money he must have… It must makes things easier.

Unfortunately for Nakoa, it means he’s stuck in one of the warehouses, chained to a fucking car, waiting. The warehouse is in the shitty end of town, though, quiet and rundown. A lot like Withervale. Nakoa screams, but he can’t hear the sounds of the road, so why would they hear him?

Nakoa bangs his hand against the car, against the door until more of the paint scrapes off, then starts scraping HELP into the side of the car, with the metal chain.

If Michael’s gonna do what he fucking pleases, he might as well make him work for it. Nakoa already plans on fighting as much as he can, but Nakoa’s not a fighter.

“Good,” he hears, over loud speaker. “You’re awake. I was hoping I’d be able to send in one of my men, test your limits when you least expect it, but…” A sigh, then Michael continues, “I’ll bring your friend in soon. Don’t go anywhere. You and I have plenty of fun to get to.”

Fun. Is that what they call this? When does ‘fun’ turn from fun to torture, when does Nakoa stop getting chained to cars and gets back giving Rem blowjobs in the back of the van?

Nakoa sits. Waits. Tugs on his wrists and lets panic consume him. What does Michael have planned for him? Why bring in Rem?

Minutes tick by, so many that Nakoa loses track of how many. He rattles the chains and swears and waits.

And waits, but Michael doesn’t return. No one does. The sun sets and Nakoa feels a chill in his bones because still, no one comes. He thinks maybe Rem got him, somehow, that Michael’s nothing, anymore, but… Rem would have found him.

The chain holds strong.

Nakoa dozes, sings Queen and Bowie and Billy Idol and tries, fucking tries, to put the thoughts behind him, but he keeps remembering Rem on the ground, on the asphalt, and—

The door slams open. Nakoa can’t make anyone out in the dark, and the light that turns on blinds him.

Something drops to his feet in the dark, brushes against his leg, and Nakoa peers between his fingers, and—

“Rem—” His voice is choked, already, immediate at the sight of Rem crumpled at his feet, and Nakoa’s heart plummets and speeds up, a thumpthumpthump against his ribcage. Eyes wide open even as the light burns, Nakoa tries to reach out to him.

From above, Michael chuckles. “Little fighter, this one. Too bad for him. Dropped the knife.”

Nakoa holds his breath—don’t—he can’t—and waits for the rise and fall of Rem’s chest, counts five seconds, six, until he sees Rem breath, hears his nose whistle.

His shirt, one of The Clash, has been ripped to shreds, blood dotting the grey fabric and matting it down against his skin. His knuckles are a mess, a bruise is forming around his eye, around his neck.

A cut sits, still bleeding, on his cheekbone.

“Nakoa,” Michael says, his tone no-nonsense. “I expect you to cooperate, if you value your friend’s life.”

“Fuck you,” Nakoa responds, his voice breaking. Relief is a monster in his chest, thrashing with anger and fury, and he lifts his gaze to Michael, finally, says, “Fuck you.”

Michael looks worse than Rem. There’s a long, long gash spanning most of the side of his face, scratch marks, /teeth/ marks in his neck. His nose is swollen, blood dripping down his lips and staining his mouth red, but he grins through it.

“Fine. You want a fight, Nakoa, I’ll give you one. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He disappears into the darkness, for a minute, footsteps fading, and Nakoa takes the break to search Rem’s face, his body—to will him to wake up.

He does.

Rem stirs with a groan, then, barely; tries to sit up, but he can’t. Nakoa watches, helpless, as he struggles with his position, his surroundings. More than anything Nakoa wants to reach for him, pull him into a hug, into anything, into bed if that’s where Rem wants him, but away. Safe and not here.

Anywhere else. Michael’s footsteps are returning, double now and Nakoa wonders if he’s just hearing things, but when Michael returns, he’s with another man.

“Na—” Rem chokes, forces his voice out, “—nakoa, what the—” Then stronger, as Michael grips his hair tight: “Hey, asshole, get your fucking hands off me!”

Nakoa reaches a hand out, knows that Rem can’t grab it, that Michael won’t let him even if he could reach, but Nakoa still does it. Wants to feel Rem’s skin under his fingertips, wants to feel Rem’s flesh against his own.

“Nakoa.” Rem’s voice is gentle, though, edged with worry, and though he’s already being pulled from the room, he keeps talking. “I’ll fix this, Nakoa, I’ll fix it. This asshole won’t know what hit him.”

Okay. Okay. Nakoa thinks it’s garbage, that it’s not something just anyone can do, take out Michael. And Rem probably is the first person in a long time that even fucking tried.

“Vaughn,” Michael calls, over Rem’s voice, “make sure you break him. He’ll be a challenge.

Rem keeps swearing as Michael hauls him out, and the lights go off, and Nakoa is left in the silence once again, Vaughn grinning down at him.

“Shall we get started?” Vaughn says, taking a knife from a holster at his hip. “I’m eager to make you sing, little bird.”

“Nakoa,” but his voice is far away. In his mind, maybe? Nakoa can’t open his eyes, too heavy, but he smiles at Rem’s voice, anyway. Reaches his hand up, even though it aches, hurts worse than anything he remembers, the pain reverberating from his shoulder through his chest. Rem’s voice is sharper when he speaks next. “Nakoa. Are you fucking okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m great,” Nakoa says, but his words come out as, “Mmm,” and he makes no attempt to correct himself. He feels cold, but he feels like he’s on fire, too.

“I need to get you out of here.” Shuffling, then swearing, before Rem grabs for Nakoa’s wrists Rem makes quick work of the ties at his wrists, though, sawing through the ropes holding Nakoa down with a pocket knife. He brushes his fingers along rope burns Nakoa can’t feel through the fog in his head. “Can you walk?”

Nakoa moves his leg, but pain rockets up into his torso, and he moans, drops his head back against the concrete. Tears form in his eyes, but he says nothing.

Swearing, then, “Okay. Okay.” He can feel Rem’s hands hovering, over his stomach, his face, his legs. “I’ll carry you.”

Nakoa wants to ask where the fuck Rem got out, how badly his father hurt Rem, if he did. If Rem got revenge, or…

“But we need to move, now.”

“Rem,” Nakoa says, brushes his finger against Rem’s wrist, and even that movement makes pain burst behind his eyes. “Rem, I need to tell you something.”

Rem’s laugh cracks, humorless and broken. “Fuck no. Not here. Not—not now.” His hands are warm under Nakoa’s neck, too warm, but Nakoa still turns into him. “Might hurt— ready?”

No, but somewhere in the back of his mind, Nakoa knows he ought to be more hurried to get away from here. Instead, he’s grateful for the proximity. “Sorry,” he says, his voice a mess. “Fuck, Rem, ‘m sorry.”

“Don’t fucking apologize. Gonna get my revenge in a second—hold still, okay? Try not to make a sound. I can’t fucking run with you.”

Nakoa braces himself for the pain, which hurts in itself, but Rem moves him carefully, aware of Nakoa’s shoulder, and Nakoa holds the sound in his throat when Rem lifts him into his arms. Instead of screaming, Nakoa shoves his face into Rem’s shoulder and huffs a warm breath out

“Okay. Good. Quiet—stay quiet.”

Though Nakoa isn’t walking, it still hurts, still jostles his injuries and sends him through the roof with pain, but he grips Rem tight and doesn’t let go and hopes for a pleasant ending to this.

Not sure if there’s one for him, as long as Michael’s still around.

The world fuzzes out, turns black, over and over. Nakoa tries to focus on Rem’s breathing, something to keep him conscious, but with the pain throbbing through his leg…

Nakoa’s slowing him down. Nakoa’s going to get Rem caught up in his bullshit, and Michael’s not a merciful guy. Never has been a merciful father. It’s doubtful that wouldn’t extend to Rem.

Without Nakoa, Rem has a change, and it’s Nakoa’s fault they’re in this in the first place. Michael’ll be furious, but—at least Rem will be safe.

“Rem,” Nakoa says, reaching for him. His hand hits some of the spikes on Rem’s jacket. “Rem. Listen to me.”

“Shut up.”

“Leave me here.”

A huff of unamused laughter, then, “Fuck no.”

“I mean it.” Nakoa swallows, already terrified at the thought of Michael finding him in a failed escape attempt.

“I think I prefer you unconscious.” But Rem bites his lip, says, “You sure you didn’t hit your head?”

“He’s just gonna keep finding us. He has people all over North America.” The world’s blurring black again, shadows along the edges of his vision. Sweat beads across his forehead. “Look at me, Rem. You gotta leave me.” He’s not being dramatic, not doing it to force Rem’s hand; he’s just right. Nothing Michael does surprises Nakoa anymore, but Rem… Rem doesn’t need to know the secrets Nakoa has kept from him about his father.

“Fuck you,” Rem says. His expression hardens and he scowls. “This is the thanks I get for trying to fucking help you—”

“Rem.”

He shuts up, goes quiet, staring down at the ground, anywhere but at Nakoa. “Can’t put you down.”

They’re close to outside, now, Nakoa can smell the fresh air coming through the cracks in the doors, through broken windows. Rem still won’t look at him, even in the dim light. “What did you do?”

“We’ll talk about it later,” Rem says, turning to open the door, and—

It’s outside. Freedom. Nakoa takes deep breaths, despite the pain that creaks in his chest, and lolls his head against Rem’s shoulder, taking it in. Rem leads them past a bleak landscape, out past the road, into a clearing behind some trees. He sits Nakoa in the grass and says, “You good?” Head lifted, Rem says, “Gonna be loud—cover your ears—”

“What—” Nakoa starts, but shoves his fingers in his ears anyway, trying to crane his neck to whatever it is that Rem’s waiting for.

He hears it through plugged ears, a loud explosion that shakes the ground. It lights fire in Rem’s eyes, a grin on his face—which Nakoa can now see is blood covered and bruised, but Rem looks so fucking pleased with himself.

“Should buy us some time,” Rem says, but Nakoa can’t hear him, just sees his lips move. He pulls his fingers out of his ears, turns around, heat warm on his face, and—

Oh. “How the hell—”

“Michael has more secrets than he lets on.” Rem clears his throat. “Let me look at your leg.” He tugs a knife free from his pocket and cuts a slit up Nakoa’s jeans. At Nakoa’s protests, he says, “Relax. You have others.” He whistles, says, “Shit,” under his breath, and starts ripping from the bottom of his t-shirt. “You remember anything that happened?”

Nakoa barely remembers five minutes ago, barely remembers Rem carrying him from the building. He reaches out, grasps at Rem’s wrist, makes a noise, and drops his head back against the floor.

Fuck.

“All right. Okay. Up.” Rem puts his arm behind his neck, the other behind Nakoa’s legs, and hauls him to his feet. “Hey. Stay with me, right?”

But Nakoa’s consciousness is fading, and the last thing he says is, “Rem, I l—” as he grips at Rem’s hair, and…

Darkness.

#my writing #road to nowhere au #quick question why are my own words frustrating me today

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positiveparker · 6 years

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Romeo + Juliet 90′s!au Final Part (Harrison Osterfield)

thank you guys so much for 500!! - L

- warnings ; angst! fluff! death! swearing!

- pairing ; haz x reader

- masterlist

HAZ’S POV ;

The happiness soon faded as we went out of the church onto Verona Beach. There stood my best friend Tom and Christian (y/l/n), they were arguing.

“Tom what the fuck are you doing?” I shouted, he didn't hear me. Muffled shouts could be heard echoing all over the beach. Christian pulled something shiny out of his pocket, it glimmered in the sunset. Suddenly the glimmered faded and Tom fell onto the sand. Adrenaline shot through my body as I let (y/n)’s hand go and started sprinting towards him. My cousins fell at his side and Harry started trying to lift him up.

“Tom, Tom, Tom” I bellowed, I fell next to him and lifted his torso up on my lap. He took my hand and his breathing became short.

“Haz” he breathed, his hand was clutched by his side. I gently lifted his fingers to see blood oozing out of his side.

“you’re going to be fine” I sobbed, his eyes suddenly became glassy

“Haz”

“Tom no” I started crying more and more, tears suffocated my cheeks.

‘Haz”

“Tom I’m not letting you go” I hollered trying to lift him up

“Haz” he shouted breathily “stop fighting” I stared down at him and took his hand in mine

“I am married now Tom” I sobbed into his hand, I pulled his fingers to my lips and kissed their bloodiedness.

“end this” He breathed nodding to my cousins and Christian. Then the air left his lips and his skin turned cold. My body couldn’t believe it, it didn't want to. My best friend was gone. I screamed and cried, my head lifted to the sky in hate. I could feel everyones stares. A soft hand touched my shoulder, I shrugged it away and looked behind me. It was (y/n) staring at me with loving eyes. I couldn’t even look up at her the same. Her cousin had killed my best friend. Rage consumed my veins and lifted my body up. I ran over to Christian and started pushing my hands against his chest. He started pacing backwards with a shocked look.

“Haz stop!” I heard (y/n) scream, but I didn't listen, everything was in slow motion. Harry ran towards me and started restricting my limbs. I turned around and punched him, he fell to the ground in shock.

“your gun” I screamed holding my hand out

“Haz, no”

“give me the gun Harry, I swear to fuck” I screamed. Harry shakily handed me his gold plated gun, I looked up to see her. Her eyes were full of tears and red from anger. Her eyes told me to stop, but I couldn't. I curled my fingers around the shiny gold and cocked the gun. I slowly turned and started rapidly shooting. Loud bangs ran through my ears and filled up the sand. He fell to the ground, his white shirt now tinged red.

“Haz, what did you do?” I heard her run towards me sobbing. She grabbed my shoulders and made me face her, she punched her fists against my chest. Her fingers banded around my neck as she screamed and cried in my face.

“you idiot, you idiot” she repeated

Maggie came over and tried to restrict her. She pulled her arms away and they both fell into an embrace on the hot sand. She sobbed violently and gasped for breath, my heart clenched. I looked down and saw what I had done. I dropped the gun and fell to my knees.

“what have I done” I whispered to myself.

Harry and Sammy grabbed me and pulled me away. The two bodies lay there, they soon became inflicted with photographers. I had ruined everything. Every chance with her, every future kiss or adventure. My lips couldn’t make any words. My cousins and I just rode home in pure silence. Though our silence was filled with mourning.

READER’S POV ;

Hate. Hate killed Tom. Hate killed my cousin. Hate killed the love for my new husband. I couldn’t even believe it. My mind became restricted with thoughts of rage. I had never felt so lonely. Maggie pulled me home and into my room. She started running me a bath and poured bubble bath in it. I sat on my bed staring at the ground. Maggie tried making light conversation with me

“are you hungry?” She asked. I couldn’t be hungry, I felt sick to my stomach. Though my heart hated Haz, I still felt for him. His best friend was dead and gone. I pulled my knees to my chest and shifted my body backwards, resting on my headboard.

“you’re going to be married in two days” Maggie tried smiling but her face fell as soon as she saw mine.

“to Sam Holding” I replied feebly. I couldn’t even cry anymore, my tears had run out. My pager vibrated from next to me. I picked it up cautiously.

Please don’t fall out of love for me - H

Of course not, I just need time

When are you getting married - H

Two days

Oh god, we cant leave by then - H

Then and idea sparked in my head.

“Maggie, you have the bath I need to go somewhere.” I sat up and pulled my shoes back on. I was still wearing my red dress, it brushed against my legs as I ran down the main stairwell. My pager was gripped in my fingers in dropped to the ground and skidded across the marbled floor.

“Harrison Osterfield” I head my mum grumble from behind me. I turned around to see her in a long white dressing gown. She dropped her cigarette on the ground and stamped on it with her slipped. “You thought I wouldn’t find out” she cackled

“Mum I-“ Then a sharp pain concaved on my cheek. My hand fled to my face where a single tear was falling.

“you will be there at the church to marry Sam even if I have to drag you by your hair” she spat through gritted teeth. She whipped passed me and there I stood in shock. I couldn’t wait any longer so I ran out into the garden and grabbed my bike from the shed. It was a rusty electric blue, I swung one leg over and pushed it on the pedal. I pedalled around the side of the house and then onto the pavement.

The sun was almost down and the street lamps were faintly glowing. I cycled passed a few pedestrians and finally reached Verona Beach again. I shoved my bike outside Friar Lawrences apartment building and rang the doorbell.

“Haz?” He grumbled

“No, its me (y/n)” I replied

“Oh..” He said and the door buzzed open.

I walked inside his darkly lit house and shut the door behind me.

“what is it?” He grumbled from his doorway

“I don't know what to do Friar”

“you don’t want to be wed to Sam Holding?”

“no, no, I would rather die”

“I knew you would come here” he muttered softly “I have a plan” He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a small vial filled with blue liquid

“p-poison?” I stuttered

“a mild dosage” he smirked, he started ambling towards me “people will think you’re dead but actually you’ll be in a deep sleep”

“so you suggest I take this?”

“yes, and send a message to Romeo” He murmured, I pulled out my pager and the Friar snatched it. “Not by pager, too obvious. This would be the first place they would check” He said nodding to my pager in his hand. “Send a letter, I’ll get my choir boy to deliver it”

“Thank you Friar” I nodded

I cycled home with the vial in my pocket. Maggie would have left my house by now since it was practically night time. I cycled around to the shed and put my bike away. The house was dimly lit so I cautiously opened the front door and ran softly up the staircase to my room. I pulled out my draw and fished out a notepad and gel pen.

Haz,

By the time you get this you will think I am dead. I am not, the Friar gave me a plan. I am asleep Haz, then we can run away. People will presume I am dead but trust me once I wake in the church the Friar will send us away together. We can start over, without everyone. We can leave all the hate and rivalry behind and start a new life. I was thinking maybe we could drive to Paris? I want to adventure with you.

See you on the other side,

(y/n)

Then I pressed the vial against my lips and drank its contents. As soon as the vial was empty so was my breath.

HAZ’S POV ;

Harry took me out of Verona. The police were looking for all of us. I missed her but Harry told me not to use my pager to text her. We both sat on the hood of Tom’s car smoking a cigarette.

“are you going to go back” Harry coughed

“she is getting married tomorrow, how could I?”

“look, you can marry May” Harry nudged my arm and handed me the rest of the cigarette. I took a long drag and blew the smoke against the breeze.

“I don’t want May”

“You confuse me cousin” He laughed

Suddenly a motorbike pulled up and created a large cloud of sand. Through the mist Sammy appeared with a worried look. I pushed myself up off the car to greet him.

“Haz!” He coughed through the mist

“what?”

“I dont know how to say this” He gasped, my heart dropped

“what?” I said my voice lowering with curiosity

“she’s dead”

The words rung in my ears like a loud bell

“you’re lying” I spat

“Haz I’m not” He protested

“You’re lying!” I repeated this time louder and through a light sob. I sat on the pavement and wiped my eyes.

“they found her dead in her bed today” Sammy said softly

“why!” I cried looking up to the warm summer sky, the one girl I loved was gone. She was gone forever. I couldn’t even say sorry for what I had done to her brother. I couldn’t even feel her lips on mine again. Tears didn't even form in my eyes, they had run out from the day before. I pushed myself up off the scorching ground and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

“drive” I nodded to Harry, he responded and we both slumped into the car

“You coming?” Harry nodded to Sammy

“I’ll be there soon” He nodded back. We sped away into the horizon. Little did I know a letter would arrive shortly after I left. A letter detailing her death and how she was actually alive. A letter I would never read. A letter that could have saved us. We drove all the way to Verona Beach where I knew her body would be lying.

“give me your gun” I said holding out a hand to Harry

“Haz, no” He protested

“Harry, please” I breathed, he nodded and then fished his gun out of his holster. I held it in my sweaty hand.

“Is this it then?” He asked

“what do you mean?”

“you”

“i don't want to live without her”

“what should I tell your mum” He started choking up

“That I love her and Sammy too” I started sobbing softly

“I love you” He said putting his hand on my shoulder

“I love you too” I mouthed, he pulled me into a hug and then as soon as I hopped out the car quickly sped away. He didn’t like goodbyes and neither did I.

I ran across the street and burst into the church. It was empty but I noticed a white body at the front. Candles were still lit from the service earlier. I ran up to the alter where I knew she was lying. My hard shoes echoed around the chapel. I stopped at where she was lying. They had dressed her in the white dress she was wearing the night I met her. I cupped my hand over her face and stroked her cheek.

“oh (y/n)” I sobbed, I looked up to the stained glass window above us both and cocked Harry’s gun. I pushed the tip into the side of my head and curled my finger over the trigger.

READER’S POV ;

My eyes fluttered open to see him, my face dropped to see the gun he was holding. Then a loud bang rang in my fresh ears.

“Haz” I screamed, his body dropped down over me. “Haz, Haz did you not get my letter” I sobbed, I grabbed his shoulders and tried shaking him awake but his body hung limp and cold over me. The gold plated gun was still in his fingers, I let go of his body and picked up the gun. The gun that killed my cousin, my lover and now it was going to kill me. I pressed it through my lips and into my mouth. Then the world went black and it was just me and him hanging limply in the chapel. The chapel where we had gotten married the day before. Our loved marked place with held our love marked death.

TAGLIST ;

@tomsfireheart @feelingsareharddd @lovelyh0lland @i-dont-wanna-go-mr-stark @hazeyholland @lookclosernow @choke-me-sweet-pea @whatareyouhidingpeter @spidey-pal

#Harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield fic #Harrison osterfield au #harrison osterfield imagine #haz x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #Harrison x reader #tom holland #tom and harrison #harrison and tom #harrison fic #harrison imagine #harrison au

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reapiing-souls-blog · 7 years

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💀 - Hope you burn in hell

💀for a drabble of my muse killing yours | Selectively Accepting

//Love youuuu

Love was never an easy thing. It never had been, there was no doubt about that. Things seldom worked out, all Gabriel knew was heartbreak and pain when it came to love…but when he found him. When he found the man that lit up his life like no other had, he knew that he had to hold on and keep him. Regardless of their years working together before Zurich, before the fall- before everything went to hell. When he first saw Genji again, it seemed as if his life had been completed, he was that missing puzzle piece that fit so perfectly into the void that was Gabriel’s heart. Even if Gabriel was a terrorist, a murderer, a shell of the man that he once was- Genji still accepted him, saw him as the man deep at his core, saw the humanity that lurked within the darkness. And Genji was that spark that had lit Gabriel up so beautifully, that had let that humanity within him thrive, he had brightened Gabriel’s life like none other before him had.

He cherished what he had with the cyborg, even if it wasn’t exactly ethical by any means, even if they had to sneak around to see one another for the time being- just until Gabriel could destroy Talon from the inside. And how quickly things could turn tragic…it didn’t take long for Talon to figure out what Reaper had planned. There was no justifying, no protesting, just him being taken into custody in the comfort of his own room. Turned from a leader to a prisoner in one easy second, force into the same role that Amelie had been pushed into. The endless hours of gruesome experiments, gruesome reconditioning. It sucked away everything that he had been slowly rebuilding. Every ounce of love that he held within him was sucked dry, gone and taken away from him in a moments notice. He had turned cold, shut down completely to protect the smallest ounce of sanity that still resonated within him. He couldn’t feel…everything was numb. He couldn’t hear his heartbeat, he couldn’t even feel it…all the pain and ache that he had over the years since he became this monster..it was all gone- and it was nice.

His gaze was cold, blank, as he listened to his superior give him orders. Track him down, bait him out, and kill him. It was easy enough and Gabriel was more than happy to comply. A nod being given before he turned on his heels and walked out. Robotic like in movements, following his programming perfectly. It wouldn’t take much to bait Genji out, it was easy to get a hold of him and get him. He retreated to his quarters, rifling through his belongings before he found it. An old flip phone with one unnamed contact on it, but he knew exactly who it was. Claws were dull against the screen as he typed out a simple message- location and time. And to play more to the act, he made sure to send a heart along with it, knowing it would draw him out even more. As much as this should have hurt him, as much as he should be fighting against it…he couldn’t. He had no will of his own anymore, he was simply shut down…robotic as ever, and he couldn’t bring himself to break the cycle. It would cost his sanity to do that, and he knew that if he were to do such a thing then his shadows would fully take over…fully consume him.

It wasn’t much later, Reaper was waiting patiently at the discussed meeting place. Claws glimmering in the dim light as they tapped impatiently against his side. Then he heard it- a slight movement. He seemed to perk up a bit, eyes narrowing beneath the mask as he waited for whatever it was to show itself. Quiet steps were heard and then he saw him once again- that cyborg that he had once held so dear to him. Genji’s hands moved to remove his mask, smile on his lips as he approached Gabriel, arms wrapping around him. ❝I missed you, Gabriel.❞ His voice was sweet as honey, a certain fondness within it that came with a seasoned relationship. A sweetness that caused a sharp ache resonating within Reaper’s chest. He tried to ignore it, swallow down the feeling- he wouldn’t let it affect him. He was a killer now, a pawn for Talon, and he would do what was ordered of him. When Gabriel didn’t return the embrace, Genji took a step back, brows furrowing as he looked up at his former commander. ❝Gabriel?❞ He asked quietly, ❝Is something wrong?❞ there was worry in his tone and it caused yet another sharp pain in Gabriel’s chest. He had to do this quickly before his emotions fully came back…before he failed his mission and got punished yet again.

A deep breath escaped the wraith, his hand moving to remove his own mask and place it aside. Genji at the very least deserved to look his killer in the eyes, to know what was going on when it happened. His hand that rested on his side slipped to the holster, fingers wrapping around the grip of his gun. His own brows knit together as he looked at Genji. No words were said as he slowly pulled his gun from its holster, aiming it at Genji. ❝Gabe…?❞ There was a panic in his voice, and it simply went in one ear and out the other, it was a quick shot to the chest, gun still raised in the air after it had happened. What he had expected to be a instant death was the quiet opposite of it. Genji seemed to stumble backwards slightly, eyes wide as his fingers grazed over the bullet wound in his chest- staining with a bright red. The look in his eyes though…the betrayal, the pain, the heartbreak…the way tears cascaded down his cheeks so seamlessly. That was more than enough to pull Gabriel back into this reality, back into his actual mind set.

The gun fell to the floor with a loud clank, his arm trembling as he watched Genji collapse onto his knees. Blood oozing out of the wound in his chest with such an ease. ❝Oh my god…❞ his voice was strained, shaky as he stared down at the bloodied mess he had made. He was quick to get on his knees, grabbing Genji’s shoulders and pulling him close. ❝Genji…Hey hey- ❞ The cyborg’s blood coated his hands, his coat- everything. But he didn’t give a damn, what he cared about now was getting him in a stable condition and getting him fixed up. He didn’t give a damn about the consequences- he didn’t fucking care anymore. How had he been so blind to the most important thing in the world to him? He held Genji over his lap, gazing down at his face with knit brows, looks of worry flashing across Gabriel’s face as he watched the colour begin to drain. Hand moved to rest against Genji’s cheek, lightly patting it. ❝Hang in there…please…❞

Genji stared up at him, the tears had stopped falling from his own cheeks now. Instead they were wet with Gabriel’s tears, he couldn’t understand why he had done this- why he had turned on him so easily. Shaky hand moved to press over the one that rested against his cheek, a deep breath being taken in. ❝Why?❞ Was all he could ask- voice hoarse and croaking as the blood pooled beneath the two of them. There was pain in his voice, ache and betrayal…he didn’t give a damn about being shot- he was upset that it was Gabriel who did it. That Gabriel looked him in the eyes as he pulled the trigger.

Tears slipped down Gabriel’s cheeks as he let out a quiet sob, fingers trembling against his cheek. ❝I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…I- Talon- they…❞ his chest was heaving, he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. ❝I’m so sorry Genji. They fucked me up- and I…I couldnt.❞ A soft hiccup as he pulled Genji closer to him, he was a trembling mess despite being the one who had hurt his lover. ❝Please don’t leave me…Please.❞

Of course Talon had done something to Gabriel…that was the only possible reasoning for him acting out like this. Genji completely understood, and while he hurt, while he felt betrayed as hell, he wouldn’t let Gabriel feel bad. He knew that he would leave soon…that he was slipping from this world. He would be there to comfort his lover even in his dying breaths. His hand slowly moved, fingers brushing against Gabriel’s cheek and a small smile curved onto his lips. Nothing but love was in his gaze now, ❝Its okay…❞ his voice was weak, but he was hanging on even just in these few moments- just for Gabriel. ❝I know you didnt…mean it-❞ A low hiss of pain left him as he sucked in a deep breath. He was struggling to stay here, but he had to make sure Gabriel wouldn’t blame himself. ❝Hey…Hey look at me Gabriel.❞ He swallowed harshly, ❝Its not your fault…please don’t blame yourself, okay?❞

Gabriel leaned into Genji’s touch, shaky breaths leaving him. He didn’t know what to say, or how to react. All he saw on that smile of Genji’s was all the good memories the two of them held together, and now that same smile was here while he was bleeding out in his arms. ❝Genji…I cant- I shouldnt have done this.❞ He couldn’t help but feel guilty, even if he was under Talon’s influence, he still couldnt break the brainwashing on his own- he wasn’t strong enough, and that’s what had gotten them into this situation in the first place.

A stern look pressed onto Genji’s face. ❝Gabriel Reyes.❞ His tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. ❝Promise me. You will not blame yourself. That’s all I want from you.❞ He took in another deep breath, fingers that were pressing against his cheek digging in ever so gently. ❝Kiss me. Please…❞ It was one last request, tears forming in his eyes as he looked up at Gabriel, a pleading gaze in his eyes.

Gabriel knew better than to argue with him, he wouldn’t. Not now. He slowly nodded, and it seemed as thought the words were caught in his throat. He couldn’t speak, and so instead he fulfilled that wish. Leaning down he gently pressed his lips against Genji’s, breath hitching as he did so. He stayed there for a few moments, eyes shut completely. And then he heard it- Genji’s voice against his lips. ❝I still love you.❞ It was a simple few words, but something that meant so much to Gabriel.

❝I love you too, Genji.❞ His voice was soft, and it was almost as if those words were all that Genji needed to hear. He felt the breath beneath him still, fingertips slowly slipping from his cheek before the thud of his hand falling into his lap. And it was in that moment that he knew he had lost the love of his life, his soulmate, the one man he loved more than himself. And that was the hardest thing for Gabriel. Knowing that he would never love someone like that again, knowing that he would never have a love like that again, knowing that he would and could never love again.

Love never was an easy thing, was it?

#V; Push me to the edge; All my friends are DEAD (Main)#Make me feel alive and shatter me (Ryu-no-kokoro)

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overwatchsmut · 7 years

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Hello love! I wanted to ask for a kind of out there request, with whoever you choose! Maybe an imagine where the s/o protects their guy or defends them in some way? Usually it's the other way around 😂anyway love your blog ❤❤❤

Thank you for your request! When reading this, I couldn’t help but picture the scenario I wrote with McCree ~ Its really angsty so I apologize if I went the opposite direction with this than what you wanted (⌒▽⌒)♡

You’d been McCree’s partner since your entry into Overwatch, his marksmanship and your head-to-head melee fighting style was beyond compatible on the battlefield; the two of you were so perfectly in sync, you were unbeatable.

Your melee fighting allowed you to be face-to-face with the enemy, a way of distracting them long enough for your trusty cowboy partner to roll in and shoot them; he was always able to predict your movement so when he shot, it was always a precise hit, you never once felt scared when he shot in your direction, you trusted him with your life.

Off the battlefield the both of you were merely friends, or at least that’s all he seemed to want from you; unlike many of the people at HQ, he never tried to make a pass at you or even remotely flirt with you. You’d never admit this out loud or to him, but you were in love with McCree.

The more you talked to him the more you wanted him to flirt with you, the more he’d pat you on the shoulder and say “good goin’” the more you wanted him to grab you and hold you tight muttering the four words that tops all; you were just a love struck kid hopelessly falling

After a successful mission, McCree had invited you out along with many of the other men members, ‘cracking open a cold one with the boys’ he’d call it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Any opportunity to be with him or even be around him was enough, loving him like this was good… right?

As the rowdy men around you drank their beer, you found yourself slowly loosing your train of thought as you sipped your water; is there really a spot for me in his heart.. or is this just unrequited love.. will this always be just this? When the night came to end everyone went their own separate ways, since you and McCree lived close to one another, the both of you walked home together.

Although McCree displayed himself as a man that could hold his liquor, you’d known him long enough that when he opened his mouth, everything poured out like an uncontrollable waterfall. As the both of you walked he was silent, this was surprisingly different and it worried you; was he not as drunk as you thought?

As he continued to walk in front of you he remained quiet almost like he was listening to something, when you’d attempted to speak up, he’d swung himself around, pointed his gun in your direction and fired; you listened to the sound of someone behind you spat out.. you recognized the sound, he’d shot someone dead.

Turning around, in front of you lied a dead talon agent, McCree’s reflexes had shot the dead man clear in the head; admittedly you were discouraged that you hadn’t heard him, yet even in his now semi-drunken state he’d protected you. By then when McCree figured the close was clear, he’d placed his peacemaker back into the holster and let out asigh of relief “Well that’s about as much excitement for today”

As he spoke, you noticed something coming toward the both of you in your peripheral vision; another talon agent had cocked his gun and prepared to shoot him. Time seemed to stop them and without a second thought, you’d placed the palms of your hands on McCree’s chest and launched him away from the bullet; the adrenaline inside of you was pumping along with your terrified heart, all that mattered then was protecting him.

Time seemed to unfreeze itself when McCree’s reflexes kicked in and he’d shot the last agent, rushing to his feet he’d grabbed you and you’d let out a cry of pain as he touched you; the bullet from before had pierced your side and blood soaked itself into your shirt.

You were weak then, unable to hold yourself up anymore McCree placed you into his arms, looking at you he was angry “Why would you do that, are you crazy!?” You showed him a weak smile as you touched his right cheek with your hand “Because I love you, you idiot.. i’d do anything to protect you, you more to me than just a partner, your the only man I’ve ever loved. How could I just stand there and watch that happen? You mean more to me than my own life.”

By then you were crying, all your pent up emotions were tumbling out and there was nothing to hold it back; you loved him and you had to tell him, you just had to. You were unsure if you’d been injured to the point of death, but the burden of keeping it in without telling you hurt more than the literal gunshot in your side.

McCree’s heart was racing out of control, the previously drunken man was now fully sober, he held you in his arms and brought you close. He didn’t respond to your feelings, not yet at least, the only thing that mattered to him in that moment was finding you some help.

With you held firmly against his chest he’d taken off running toward the HQ, you listened to his heart beat and you felt his shaking hands, he was scared. In fact, McCree was beyond terrified.. something he’d hadn’t been in years, it was then as he ran with all his might toward base that he’d realized he’d loved you.

The idea of loosing you was far too much for him to bare, how stupid he’d felt then, how he hadn’t cherished you or held you properly and kissed those succulent lips of yours.. even something as simple as holding your hand was his biggest regret in that moment.

“I’m gonna get ya some help darlin’ just hang in there” he’d muttered into your ear; you were loosing a lot of blood by then barely hanging on to your consciousness, you did not want to die.. but if that was your fate, you were happy, you’d told him how you felt and prevented him from being in your position.

When he’d arrived at the healing bay, he’d practically busted through the door screaming at Mercy to help you. As the lights of the operating table shone upon your body, you could feel it getting closer and closer, it was warm and welcoming, where you going to die then?

You could hear the faint conversation of McCree and Mercy, their voices were muffled and you could barely make out their conversation; “I’m unsure if she’ll pull through Jesse, she’s lost a lot of blood, possibly internal bleeding, but my team will do what we can” Mercy voice was full of concern, she’d known you pretty well by the amount of injuries you’d racked up, even considered you a friend.

“God dammit they have to!” Jesse spat, he wasn’t mad at Mercy, more so mad at himself for allowing this to happen. “Oh my, Jesse don’t tell me, your in love!?” Mercy’s tone was surprised, Jesse’s toned changed “Why do you think they’re the only person I’ve never been forward with? I wanted things to be right this time, no more one night stands, I want them more than anything, so I tried to be patient… tonight I was-”

It was then that one of Mercy’s medical staff placed a mask over your nose and mouth and put you under, you needed to hear what he was gonna say.. you needed to, so you fought

When you finally came too, you’d looked around and noticed you had a nasal tube connected to your nose and an IV in your arm; McCree was hunched over the side of your bed, holding onto your hand, he was asleep.

You brought your other hand over to his head and gently brushed his hair out of his sleeping face, you wondered how long he’d been here and telling by the black circles under his eyes, he hadn’t slept; as he sat there fast asleep you couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked

You stopped pulling your hand back to leave him in peace, to your surprise he’d sudden spoke “Keep goin’ it felt good” with his eyes still closed he smirked at you taking your hand; he’d placed it back onto his head and you let out a soft laugh.

“How long have I been out?” you asked as you continued to run your fingers through his long brown hair. “About two weeks,” he muttered reaching his hand up to yours and intertwining the both of your fingers together “.. when you got shot, I thought you were gonna die, everything inside of me told me ‘you can’t let this happen Jesse you just cant’ i’ll admit it, when I first got partnered up with you I thought you were so beautiful, the idea that fate had brought you into my hands made me wanna jump out of my boots and scream yippy ka yay.. but you were so different from everyone else I’d been interested in before, you’re so strong physically and mentally.. even with that strength your so humble and kind.. I thought I wasn’t good enough so I gave up on it.”

He then proceeded to sit up and look you in the eyes, “You pushed me out the way of a bullet and got yourself injured because of it, I put you in danger… you even told me that you loved me after it was my fault.. when I saw you lose all that blood I was terrified because I knew that I loved you.. I love you so much I can’t even believe it myself..”

He reached out and grabbed you, he was making sure to be gentle as you were now in his chest, he embraced you softly “I want to be with you, I want to hold your hand and sing folk songs and make smores.. I wanna support you and do things you want to do because they make you happy.. god I just wanna hold your hand so badly..”

Looking up at him as he gazed down at you, he never looked as serious as he had in that moment, “I owe you more than I can ever repay you, so please take me as I am, I promise to protect you and love you with all of my life” he then pressed his lips onto yours and thus your life with him began

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