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Gender role reversal isn’t all that progressive if it doesn’t do anything to deconstruct binary thinking and gender essentialism ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#s talks#this is kinda my response to that women covered in other peoples blood men in their own post#but also I think the whump community needs to hear it in general#like what’s actually progressive imo is giving women actual respectful storylines#where they’re allowed to be the hero or the villain to hurt and be hurt and have agency#just doing opposites uncritically doesn’t actually help feminism in any way
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Suits, Dresses, and Heels
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Word Count: 4000
Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, More Mentions of PTSD, Gun Violence, Slight Mentions of Drinking, Club Dancing (You’re all gonna hate me for that part, but I’m not sorry)
A/N: Here’s Part 4.2 - The Second Part to Episode 3 - as requested. This is a little more scene-by-scene, but there are some off-screen moments. I’ll be posting Part 4.3 (which will have the rest of the episode) later tonight.
There’s a bit more information on Reader, but not as much as the last chapter. Sharon comes in during this part, so you get to see her and Reader’s relationship.
Also, I have mixed feelings about Zemo at this point. Not in the story, the Reader’s not a fan as you learned previously, but for me personally, he’s surprised me a couple times by coming back and helping.
Anyways! Thank you so much for reading! This isn’t beta’d so excuse any mistakes! Check out my other parts before you read! Thank you again! Stay tuned, loves!
FATWS MASTERLIST
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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!
The dress was far too tight for your liking, and showed way too much skin. Not that you didn’t like being a tease every once in a while, but for this mission, you’d rather have more cover and movement.
You had to admit though; Zemo had nice taste. The dress fit deliciously - which made you wonder how he got your size. The color and cut was devastatingly flattering. Plus, he let you do your own makeup.
Being the only female, you were in a separate area of the jet getting ready. Once you were done, you made sure to knock, even though you’d walked in on Sam changing too many times to count while on the run and had seen Bucky answer the door in nothing but a towel. It was mainly for Zemo’s sake, just a warning that you were walking in whether or not they were ready.
“Damn, girl! You clean up nice!”
You rolled your eyes at Sam, painted lips quirking up as you studied him, shooting him a wink. “You should try a mirror, Sammy.” You turned to Bucky to find him staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at you. “What do you think, Buck?”
His mouth snapped shut and he cleared his throat, eyes exploring the dips and curves your body. “You…” He blinked once. Twice. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his intense eyes making you heat up, before he shook his head. “You look good.” He rushed out, before spinning on his heel shoving past Sam who was snickering.
“Where’s Zemo?” You noticed he wasn’t in the main area of the plane when you walked in.
“Rearranging our ride once we get there.”
You huffed, fixing your hair. “Oh God. We’re really doing this.”
“Yup.”
“Okay.” You looked down at yourself before looking up at the boys. “Something’s gonna go wrong, isn’t it?”
“Absolutely.”
“No doubt.”
Giving a slight groan at their simultaneous answers, you nodded. “Let’s try not to screw up too badly, boys, alright? I at least want to live long enough to see Peter graduate.”
Sam rolled his eyes with a scoff. “That kid’s a punk.”
“You’re a punk.” You shot back.
Bucky raised his hand. “I second that punk thing.”
“For which one?”
“Both of them.”
You chuckled as Sam gaped at Bucky, who shrugged innocently. The former assassin tilted his head in your direction to shoot you a grin and a wink, making you laugh more. Shaking your head, you go to make a joke when Zemo walked in.
“It’s time. We’re landing now.”
And just like that, the teasing atmosphere dissipated, leaving you anxious and regretful.
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You walked by Bucky, arm linked with his metal one, listening as Zemo told Sam about his “character” he was to play.
“He’s a known womanizer - always has a gorgeous lady on his arm.” Zemo gestured towards you. “It’s the only way they’d let in a woman.”
“Aren’t we going to see a woman?” You questioned, gently patting Bucky’s metallic bicep when his hold on you tightened.
“Which makes it more imperative that you don’t act threatening. Women don’t make the same mistake men do; they don’t underestimate other women.”
You nodded. He had a point there. Bucky faced you, a frown on those pretty lips. “I don’t like this.” He mumbled.
“You think I do?” You whispered back. “With you being him again? Even if it’s just pretend? And need I remind you whose idea this was?”
“I know, I know. Just…” He sighed. “Promise me you won’t get hurt on purpose.”
Your forehead creased. “Why would I-?”
“To protect people. You always do. And I get it, I do. It’s why you started this in the first place, but…save yourself first, this time, okay?”
“Buck-”
“Promise me.”
It wasn’t often you could see the fear in his eyes, hear it in his voice, but you could then. Unable to do anything else you nodded, a soft, “okay” falling from your lips. He nodded back, pressing a kiss to your head, before letting you go as a car approached.
Bucky helped you in - the heels you were wearing were no joke - before sliding in himself, Sam getting in on the other side of you. “And you two can’t be…” Zemo gestured to the two of you as the car started moving, eyeing your still connected hands. “Doing that.”
“This isn’t my first theater production.” You snapped at him. “We’ll be fine.”
He raised his hands in surrender, turning back to look out the windshield. Once you arrived, you gave Bucky’s hand one last squeeze, before accepting Sam’s hand to get out on his side, linking your arm with his like you were doing with Bucky earlier.
“I finally get to see one of your performances, baby.” Sam grinned at you.
You smirked back. “Best seats in the house, too, Smiling Tiger.” He groaned at your jest, nudging you playfully with his elbow as you giggled.
“This way.” Zemo cut in, jerking his head in the direction you’d be going. You took a breath, steeling yourself, before the three of you nodded at each other and followed his lead.
You found the fellas reactions amusing, their heads turning to study and scan everything they could see. You were more subtle in the way you analyzed your surroundings, feeling a bit more at home in this situation than, say, fighting super soldiers on top of semi trucks.
Your jaw tightened, as did your grip on Sam’s arm, when Zemo started speaking Russian, the four of you pushing through a crowded bar. Sam ran his fingers over your arms, giving your hand a little squeeze, silently reassuring you.
It was a bit obvious Sam hadn’t done much undercover work, put he stayed in character and you were impressed. Especially when the bartender started cutting up the snake, which you had to look away for because if there was one thing you couldn’t do…it was snakes. You nearly gagged when Sam reluctantly downed the drink.
Bucky eyed you, lips pursed in a way you recognized as him trying to hold in a smile. That made you feel a little better, hiding your own smile by turning into the crook of Sam’s neck. “Not. Funny.” He growled through clenched teeth, lips not moving.
“Kinda is.”
He grumbled under his breath, before the two of you tuned into the conversation between Zemo and a thug that came up, learning about the apparent power broker of Madripoor, which you a bit of from your time undercover there.
Sam held you tightly when Zemo turned to Bucky, knowing what was about to happen.
You didn’t like it. You didn’t like how easily aggressive he became. You didn’t like the little smirk Zemo gave as Bucky attacked. You didn’t like the cellphones being pointed in his direction. You didn’t like it.
“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” You gave Zemo a warning glare, a shaky breath leaving you.
He’d been doing so well. At least, for someone who had been through what he had. Especially considering it’d only been a few months since he’d been pardoned - half a year since everyone came back. You knew bringing Zemo on board had been a bad idea, but-
A squeeze to your hand pulled you out of your thoughts. You let out an inaudible sigh of relief as Zemo allowed Bucky to let the man he was choking go.
“Selby will see you now.”
One step down. You hoped that would be the hardest part, but you knew it most definitely wouldn’t be.
“You good?”
Bucky sniffed, giving you two a curt nod, before following Zemo. You bit your lip. “That wasn’t really an answer, was it?”
Sam shook his head. “No. No it wasn’t.”
Selby wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but you’d come to expect that. You stayed on Sam’s arm, giving the guards coy smiles and playing with the fake nails you had on in faux-boredom.
When she purred at the man besides you, you and Bucky glanced at each other, with you resisting the urge to scrunch up your nose. “And who is this gorgeous creature?”
Your eyes snapped back to Selby, giving her a slightly bashful smile. “Celeste Addams. Pleasure.”
“Trust me, dear. The pleasure is all mine.” Alright, you thought as she scanned you with a smirk. She was swinging for both teams. You could work with that. “What’s the offer?” She looked back to Zemo.
Zemo gave her the offer - information about the super soldier serum for the Winter Soldier and the code words to control him. Your blood boiled as Zemo touched Bucky, fingers grabbing his chin. You swore, once this whole thing was over, you would kick Zemo’s ass. You should make a list, just to keep track of all the things he’d done, and no doubt would do, to piss you off. That way he’d know why exactly you were beating his ass.
A name came up, Dr. Wilfred Nagel, along with the knowledge that the super soldier serum was, in fact, in Madripoor. You and Sam met eyes. Second step down.
But before they could get anything else, Sam’s phone buzzed. You ducked your head, closing your eyes, mumbling “fuck” when you saw it was Sarah. Sam’s responses just made you inwardly cringe even more.
“The bank, yeah. We laundered so much mo-” He chuckled nervously. “Yeah. They’ll come around.”
Is he fucking serious? For the love of God, Sammy…
And then she called him Sam. Next thing you knew, Selby was shot and you, Bucky, and Sam were taking out a guard each, you growling at the fact that you couldn’t use your legs because the dress was too damn tight.
You had no choice but to trust Zemo’s lead, but word traveled very quickly here, and less than a minute after walking outside, you were getting shot at.
“C’mon!” Bucky grabbed your arm, pulling you besides him.
“Can you not right now?!”
“I can’t run in these heels!”
You glared at Sam, the killer six inchers on your feet feeling like hell. “Hell no! You did not just say that in front of me!”
“You started it!” You scowled at him, following Bucky into an alley, only to duck as shots rang out. Chest heaving, you looked around for the source of the bullets that killed the men chasing you. Your “guardian angel” as Zemo put it.
She soon appeared in all her stunning, blonde badass glory. “Sharon?”
Sam quickly explained the situation, trying to get her not to shoot Zemo who she had a gun pointed at.
“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass,” she pointed the gun at Sam, then Bucky, “so that you could save his ass, from his ass.” And the gun was back on Zemo. She shot you a smile. “And your ass is looking beautiful as always.”
You grinned back. “Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself.”
As she spoke, your lips turned down. You had tried calling her after Germany, but it always went to voicemail. First thing you did when you got back was try to get everyone pardoned, but it was a process. And then you found out about Wanda and ever since…
Sharon was your first real friend. She was only a couple years younger than you and had been one of your first partners during your time with SHIELD. And the fact that she’d been on the run for years now, even with the Blip, her family not having seen or talked to her since…that was exactly why you couldn’t take a break. She was family and you found there was nothing more important than family. But when she needed you, you were out searching for someone who didn’t want to be found.
How were you supposed to choose between two sisters? How could you cope with the fact that you chose the wrong one?
“Sharon, we need your help.” She laughed at Bucky’s statement. “Please,”
She glanced at you and you nodded. “I’d appreciate it, Share.”
She gave a sigh before nodding. “This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You should be safe there for a while.”
She turned and started walking, and you were about to follow, when you remembered something.
Spinning around, your fist connected with Zemo’s cheek, Sam and Bucky shouting in surprise while the man stumbled back. “Don’t you fucking dare touch him like that ever again, or I will break every bone in your body.” You threatened, your expression twisting into a scowl as you grab his hand and bend it awkwardly. He grunted but didn’t move, knowing one wrong turn would break his wrist. “Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal.” He ground out.
You pushed a little more, making him wince, before letting go and rounding back to Sharon, who was smirking at you. “Let’s get moving.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She jerked her head back over her shoulder to where a car was waiting, leading them over.
You quickly followed after her with Bucky on your heels and Sam dragging Zemo along. Speaking of heels, as soon as you got in the car - getting shotgun for the first time ever at Sharon’s insistence - you prodded the stupid shoes off your feet.
“Nice kicks.”
“Yeah.” You scoffed. “Unless you’re trying to kick.”
“Did you rip the dress?”
“I was tempted to.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get you in something more comfortable. And you’ll look just as good. Not that you wouldn’t look good in literally anything.”
You chuckled, giving her a look. “Let’s not test that theory.”
She smiled back, nodding. “Fine. I’ll let you pick something out.”
Sam huffed, crossing his arms best he could, being squished with the two other fully grown men in the back seat. “Women.”
The two of you exchanged looks, rolling your eyes at the three pouting guys. “Men.”
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“I’m gonna go check on the boys. But I’ll be right back.”
You nodded, looking through her closet. No dresses. And absolutely no heels. Flats, if you had to, but you’d definitely prefer sneakers right now. You decided on shorts and an off-the-shoulder blouse, grateful for the looser clothing.
“They’re idiots.”
You laughed and looked over at the door as Sharon entered. “Yeah. I know.”
“Cute.” She commented on your outfit, sitting on her bed. “They explained the situation. Sam said if I help, he’d clear my name-”
“Sharon.” You sighed, biting your lip. “I tried. I really did. I-”
She shook her head, smiling at you reassuringly. “No, I know. It’s why I’m not mad at you. Sorry I didn’t call back. How’ve you been?”
You shrugged. “Fine, I guess.”
“Even with the whole ‘Cap is back’ thing.”
“Walker’s the government’s pet. He’s not Captain America. He’s not…”
“Steve?”
Looking up at her from the ground, you nodded. “Yeah.”
“Do you miss him?”
You smirked, wagging your eyebrows at her. “Do you?”
She rolled her eyes, tossing a pillow at you. “It’s kinda weird now, isn’t it?”
“Maybe a little. But I can’t blame you. Have you seen him shirtless? Good God.”
Sharon laughed, shaking her head as you joined her on the bed. “How come it’s always you getting wrapped up in these things?”
“I have no clue.” You chuckled, crossing your legs underneath you. “First I’m answering a phone call from Bucky at five in the morning and next thing I know, I’m being kicked off of semi trucks, breaking criminals out of prisons and running in six inch heels.”
“You answer Bucky’s calls at five in the morning?”
You gave her a look. “Sharon-”
“No, no. Hey. That’s cool. Some girls like bad boys, some like jocks, others like nerds. You like super soldiers from the 40’s. Everyone’s got a thing.”
A playful shove turned into a pillow fight, which turned into a sparring session, during which you pin her on her back. “You’re getting better.” You complimented, getting up.
She glared at you, taking your outstretched hand and letting you pull her up. “I guess that’s why you’re an Avenger.”
“That’s still weird to say.”
“Why? You’ve been an Avenger since, what? Ultron?”
You nodded, straightening your clothes. “Officially, anyways.”
“Right. Because you were there for the Battle of Manhattan as the secret seventh superhero.”
“Yeah…I miss it. The anonymity. I’m pretty sure I’m one half the Senators’ speed dials.”
Sharon frowned, brows pinching together. “What about the other half of the OG? Where are they?”
“Thor’s in space, Bruce is MIA - which I can’t really blame him for - and Clint’s retired with his family.”
“You think he’s gonna stay retired?”
You shrugged. “I hope he does. He’s been trying to retire for years. He deserves it. Knowing him, though…probably not.”
Sharon crossed her arms, nodding at you. “So that leaves you.”
“Yes it does.”
“Do you ever think of taking a break?”
You gave a half-sigh, half-groan, making her smirk in amusement. “It’s…come up a lot recently. I dunno. I think I’m burning out, anyways.”
“What makes you say that? I was watching you guys with Selby. You’re still one of the best I’ve ever seen.”
“I-I’ve been having…problems.”
Her eyes narrowed, her hands setting on her hips like a mother about to scold her child. “What kind of problems?”
“Just flashbacks. Of different things. It happens at random times. Certain triggers; something someone says or does, or something I smell or hear.”
“PTSD?”
“Something like that.”
“Has it affected you in the field?” Hesitating to answer was answer enough and she nodded. “Then…maybe it’s time you do start considering retiring.”
You snorted, shaking your head. “At 36? There’s no way.”
“C’mon. It’s not too late for you to settle down. Go one a few dates. Meet someone. Maybe have a couple kids-”
“Woah, woah. Slow your roll.” Your features scrunched up in incredulity. “Pump your breaks. No one said anything about marriage or kids.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying…think about it. I heard even Bucky’s been on a few dates.”
It was your turn to narrow your eyes at her, hearing the suggestive tone in her voice and seeing the eyebrow raise. “Yeah. He has. A few. I told him to. Told him it might be good for him to, I dunno, get back out there.
“Or, you could just…go out there with him.”
“Not you too! Have you been talking to Sam?”
“Is it Steve? Is that what’s stopping you? Because you know he’d just want you to be hap-” She stopped as he phone vibrated, grabbing it and reading the text. “Company’s arriving.” She pointed a finger at you. “You got very very lucky. This conversation isn’t over. I’m not dropping this.”
You bit your cheek and nodded. “Alright, mom. Can we go party now?”
She breathed out a laugh and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go party.”
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“Hey, gorgeous! There you are!”
You smirked at the boys as they met you near the top of the stairs, eyeing Sam and Bucky appreciatively. Damn, could Sam pull off a turtleneck. And Bucky in black and skinny jeans? Sharon sure had good taste. “Today’s the day for attractive outfits, huh, gentlemen?”
“I’ll say.” Bucky hummed, glancing at your own outfit. “You look beautiful, doll.”
“You look very dashing yourself, Barnes.” You grin, pulling at the lapels of his black blazer and fixing the collar. You smoothed your hand down the front of his shirt, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised when he caught your wrist, keeping your palm over his heart.
He clenched his jaw, taking a breath, before letting it out, almost dejectedly, and letting your hand go. “Um,” He cleared his throat, hand falling down by his side. “Did, uh, did Sharon say anything more about these friends of hers to you?”
“Nope.” You shook your head. “Just told me to enjoy the party.”
“I guess we should go enjoy the party, then.” Sam nodded towards the stairs, where the music was floating up, her guests already pouring in.
You made your way downstairs, looking around the room. Sharon sure did know how to throw one, that’s for sure.
People were pushed together, dancing to the beat of the music, drinking, with colored lights flashing every which way. Bucky’s hand found yours almost instantly, and you smiled at him. “C’mon.”
“What?” His eyes were wide as you dragged him towards the groups of people dancing.
“Dance with me.”
He shook his head violently. “I-I can’t.”
“I thought you used to be a dancer?”
“Used to. And I was a swing-dancer. Not…” He gestured around to the people bobbing up and down, moving their bodies with each other.
You waved dismissively, pulling him closer. “All you need to do is feel the beat. I’m sure you can do that, can’t you, Mr. Tough and Scary Assassin?”
He licked his lips, looking around nervously. You brought his hands to your hips, making his eyes snap back to yours, your own arms winding around his neck. You started moving rhythmically, nodding your head to the music, smiling up at him and giggling at the adorable concentration on his face.
“You, uh, you go to parties like this a lot?”
“I specialized in undercover operations, remember? I practically lived at these places for some of them.” He licked his lips, his grasp on your hips tightening. “Loosen up a little.” You laughed, catching his jaw between your fingers and making him look at you instead of the crowd surrounding him. You scratched at the scruff, speaking softly, but loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just me.”
He nodded and, slowly, a bit hesitant, started moving his body with yours, relaxing his tense muscles the longer you two danced.
“Nice hit, by the way. With Zemo earlier.”
You shrugged, turning in his arms, biting your lip when he pulled you closer, your back to his chest. “I didn’t like the way he grabbed you. It was unnecessary. I was thinking of making a list, actually.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” Your arms wound around his neck again, your head falling back to his shoulder. “Of things he’s done so far that warrant’s me beating his ass once this is done.”
He chuckled, warm breath tickling your cheek, thumbs tracing circles on the bare skin just above the waistline of your shorts. Your own fingers had found home in his hair holding his head where it was, his lips centimeters away from your ear. “Share it with Sam. I’m sure he has a few things to add.”
Your breath hitched as his metal fingers danced along your bare navel, arm tightening around your waist. “I’m sure he does…I thought you said you can’t dance.”
“I guess I just needed to warm up. I’m a bit rusty after eighty years.”
“Don’t seem that rusty to me.” You breathed out, turning your head to look at him. His tongue ran across his lips again, his eyes glancing to your own.
“Hey, guys!” The world and your situation came crashing down on you, the music you didn’t realize you’d been tuning out, along with the crowd’s boisterous laughter and cheers, rushed back to yours ears. The little bubble with just you and Bucky shattered. You both stepped away from each other; you cleared your throat and pushed down the heat that had nothing to do with the hundred bodies in the one room, while Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, the tips of his ears red with no help from the colored lights. Both of you were panting lightly, avoiding eye contact with the other three staring knowingly at you. Sharon nodded her head, gesturing behind her. “I found him.”
Sam nudged Bucky - who was staring at you, his jaw ticking and his throat tightening as he swallowed thickly - before jabbing his thumb in Sharon’s direction. “Here we go.”
You nodded, eyeing Bucky with a small smile. “Here we go, Buckaroo.”
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reminders [fushiguro tōji x reader]
pairing: fushiguro tōji x fem reader
genre: fluff
warnings: a bit of swearing; brief mentions of past trauma, manipulation, and financial instability/struggles
word count: 2.3k
overview: a sunset picnic reminds him to stop for a moment and remind his wife how he truly feels about her
note: just another fic to serve as evidence for my obsession with making big, beefy 2d men with tough exteriors completely soft for their significant others (wives especially)
“Aren’t we just the cutest couple ever?”
Tōji’s eyes move from the spread of food laid out across the patterned blanket beneath the two of you over to either side of him, where a few other couples and families have set up their picnic spots for the evening, then, to your phone. A glance at the screen displaying the timed photo you’d just spent the past five to ten minutes setting the scene for and perfecting brings a smirk to his face.
“Just the right amount of nauseating.”
“Like, to the point where people are a little envious, but they don’t think we’re being too over the top, right?”
“Right.”
You hum in understanding as you pop a piece of fruit into your mouth.
“But, I would say err on the side of caution and don’t post the super lovey-dovey ones. Actually, please don’t. That’s a request now.”
Your hand flies to your chest to match the look of feigned shock on your face at his words. He doesn’t miss how the diamond on your finger sparkles in the amber glow of the setting sun. The thought crosses his mind that he wants to buy you a bigger one when he has enough money to set aside—something that would shine just a bit brighter. Almost as brightly as that beautiful smile of yours he had the pleasure of seeing each day, if he was lucky.
“You mean… I can actually post a picture that I took with my notoriously elusive husband?”
With a nod, he shifts his gaze to the horizon—or whatever he can see of it peeking around the sides of each building—for a moment. “Just know it’ll probably end my job,” is his response given with a sigh, “Nobody’ll fear me after they see that I enjoy sunset picnics with my adorable wife, now, will they?”
“Or,” you offer with a grin, scooting closer to him so his arm can snake around your waist, “it could give you an advantage, people thinking you’re kinda sweet. Like, oh, he’s a cold-blooded killer who takes care of business, but he’s got a soft side, too. And then, bam! You swoop in and they’ll never even know what hit ‘em.” Sweeping a hand dramatically across the landscape in front of you, as if you want him to picture the scene in your head, you add, “Suddenly, you’re the talk of the town. Women want you. Men want to be you. Hell, they’d probably want you too.”
“And that’s the story of how I end up on the front covers of magazines, right?”
“Exactly. This is just the start of your success story, baby.” Tenderly, you place a hand on the side of his face to bring it closer to your lips. After pecking him on the cheek, you whisper, “Just try not to forget about me when you’re famous, okay?”
He turns to look directly at you, his eyebrow raised with incredulousness in an expression you’ve seen many times before. “You kidding me? I would never. Be famous, I mean.”
The teasing smack you land on his chest doesn’t deter him from leaning down towards you to press a kiss against your lips that you readily return in spite of your complaints at his devious comment. He relishes in the sweet taste lingering on his tongue when he pulls away, and the affection present in your half-lidded gaze brings a comforting warmth over him akin to the feeling of finally crawling into bed after a long day. In his moment of distraction, you’re able to sneak in another meeting of your lips before grabbing one of the snack boxes you’d meticulously crafted and dropping it into his lap.
“Since I’m nice, unlike you, I’ll still let you eat the food lovingly prepared by your loving wife.”
“C’mon, baby,” he murmurs, giving your thigh an appreciative squeeze, “You know I love you.”
“I mean, I hope you do. You did marry me, and stick with me all these years, after all, you weirdo.”
He chuckles and pats your leg before shifting his attention to the delicious food you’d put together for the two of you, and you settle down beside him after collecting your own. His free hand plants on the ground beside your opposite hip, closing the gap between you.
Each day that he gets to spend with you he’s thankful for. But there’s something different about those where the sight of the sun slowly descending toward the horizon is beautiful enough to draw both of you out of the house to sit and watch it. He can’t quite explain it, but everything about these days feels different. The harshness of the city seems to fade away for a bit. The air smells sweeter. His breaths come a bit more deeply. The absence of your body against his in some way is felt more intensely.
In between gazing ahead at the sunset—allowing his eyes to flicker to his meal, the kids zipping past every now and then on their bikes, or other passersby—he finds his attention being drawn back to you. Each feature of your face bathed in the golden light of the sun’s last rays brings an unexpected flutter to his heart. He’s never surprised by how gorgeous you are, but, still finds himself in awe of just how lucky he is each time he stops to take it all in.
Lucky that he gets to wake up next to you and see you in those quiet moments of the morning when your eyes are still struggling to focus and your cheek is stamped with each wrinkle of your pillowcase, but you look beautiful all the same. Lucky that the arms and legs he has draped around him until you both wake up sweaty in the middle of the night are yours. Lucky to be offered a refuge wherever you are. Lucky you’re one he promised to love for the rest of his life.
In the busyness of your days, sometimes things are assumed rather than said. He assumes the parting kiss he presses to your lips each time he leaves the house translates into a small, “I love you, I’ll be back soon.” Just like he assumes the way he pulls you onto his lap while you’re sitting together, watching a movie, sends a small message of, “I need you here, close to me.” Or the pause he takes to gaze into your eyes after your more passionate displays of affection means, “I love you more than I know how to say.”
He realizes, given the risky nature of his work, that thought alone isn’t enough, though. Maybe he’s too afraid of saying something that’ll curse you for his lips to form the words he’s thinking as often as they should, but if he was one to let his life be ruled by fear, he wouldn’t be sitting with you in the first place. He would’ve let his family wreak havoc on him for the entirety of his life, weighing it down with constant reminders of his failures. He would’ve let his fear of being vulnerable keep him from getting close enough to you to fall in love with you.
Yet, here he is, making relaxed conversation with you—his wife—as the two of you sit together beneath a sea of brilliant oranges, candied pinks, and the gentlest hues of lavender. With the way you use your steadily built and strongly maintained trust in him to speak so freely and be so vulnerable without fear of judgment, he feels it’s only fair that he shows his trust in you by doing the same. That he reminds you of his feelings rather than lets the implications behind his actions speak for him.
When he decides to mention it, most of the sky has lost its fire and quite a few of the other picknickers have packed up and returned home. But the two of you choose to remain out just a bit longer in the warmth of the summer night, bathed in the sound of cicadas chirping incessantly. “Hey babe?” he calls, giving your hand resting in his a gentle squeeze as his cheek drops to the blanket so he can look at you.
“Mm?” You shift onto your side and scoot closer to him, moving your interlaced hands to your chest, holding the back of his against your gently beating heart. On instinct, your other set of fingers find his face to brush a few strands of dark hair away from his eyes, and he presses feathery kisses to your palm.
Sighing against your skin, he asks, “Do I tell you I love you enough?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, you assure him, “I know you do.”
“Because I say it?”
You hum with uncertainty, fingers gliding from the scar at the side of his mouth down his neck, and to one of his broad shoulders. “More because I can see it in the way you look at me. But, then again, I also see you look at a really good meal the same way. Makes me kinda jealous sometimes,” is your answer given with a small, teasing smile, “Besides, I feel like I can safely assume that you’ve stayed with me all these years because you love me, right?”
“Of course,” he says, the strength in his voice contrasting the subtle, pained look behind his eyes, “But I don’t say it enough, do I?”
There’s a short pause before you murmur, “Not usually unless I say it first. But it tends to be more of a reflex for both of us, anyway. Like, ‘I’m heading out now, love you!’ or, ‘Goodnight, I love you,’ y’know?”
A gentle tug on your wrist pulls you towards him, until you’re propped up on both elbows, body leaning over his. Wrapping an arm around your waist brings your chests flush against one another and your faces mere centimeters apart. The way he’s regarding you as nothing else is as important as you are to him in this moment has you melting into the kiss he plants on your lips.
“You’re the love of my life.” Heat radiates from your chest all the way up to your face at his tenderly spoken words accompanied by his thumb skimming along your cheekbone. “And you deserve to hear me tell you how much I care about you more often because you’re the only person who’s made me feel deserving of love.”
The hand on your back slowly moves up and down, his fingers tracing along your spine. It was once deemed as a mindless behavior in your eyes, but after many years with him, you’ve come to learn that sometimes it’s a means of comforting himself or finding the courage to speak about something that’s been on his mind. To reassure him, you place a soft peck against the corner of his mouth and run your fingertips across his jaw.
He seems to find the strength he needs to speak the rest of his truth, since he continues, “I remember being terrified when I first realized how much I loved you. Because here I was, thinking I was only gonna marry someone as a way of erasing my connections to my family, and that falling in love would weaken me—make me easier to be manipulated—but you changed my mind. And I don’t think there’s a damn thing that could ever happen to make me wish I did things differently, even though we got married young, when we barely had enough money to our names to get ourselves through the week.”
A pang of somewhat bittersweet nostalgia ripples through you at the memories of sleeping on the floor, clinging to one another to keep warm during the cold, winter nights. Of how you’d both worked so tirelessly to make a living that sometimes all you’d do was cry into his shoulder when you got home. But soon, there was a couch. A bed. A table. A lamp that didn’t flicker. Then, a new place in a safer part of the city, filled with all the furniture and appliances you could need. Jobs that paid enough for the tears to subside.
The impulsiveness the two of you had displayed in your early twenties had gotten you into a lot of sometimes unbearable situations, but you wouldn’t have changed a thing had you somehow been granted the power to alter the past. While unpleasant, those events had helped the two of you get to where you are today, happier and more in love than ever.
“After all we’ve been through, and that you’ve stuck with me through, I at least owe it to you to remind you how much you mean to me instead of just assuming you know. Because you really do mean the world to me. So, this is me telling you that I love and appreciate you a lot more than I might feel capable of saying sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try.”
With that same, bright smile of yours that he adores, you take your weight off your elbows to wrap your arms around him while he gives your body a tight squeeze in return. “I love you so much, Tōji,” you hum, heart swelling with joy.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
There’s a few moments of peaceful silence while the two of you remain wrapped up in a tight and much-needed embrace. Eventually, a deep exhale fans across your neck before he mentions, “That was pretty cheesy, huh?”
“Just a bit. But I promise not to tell anyone you’re secretly a bit of a sap, okay?” you comment, sending the two of you into a small fit of snickers. Your tone is more serious, however, when you mention, “It made me really happy to hear, though.”
“Good,” is his response as he moves his head so he can press his mouth to your temple. His next words are spoken quietly, as if just to himself, and nearly lost beneath the layers of environmental noise surrounding you, but you’re glad you hear them.
“That’s all that matters to me.”
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Take My Breath Away
Pairing: John Shelby x Female!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, minor angst, minor violence, me not proofreading again
Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @simonsbluee, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff
Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist
“Listen. There is a ball, being hosted tonight. A woman wants to find a husband for her daughter, so dress your best.”
A man opened his mouth to interject, only to be stopped by Tommy, “It’s only to blend in, so remember, we are not going to be there for women, we will be there there on Peaky business. Got it?” The men nodded as Tommy picked up his hat and put it on, walking out the door of the gambling shop.
He was right, the ball did happen, and there really was a woman in need of a lover. The Peaky Blinders walked through the front doors to the mansion, greeted by a maid who guided them to the ballroom. Tommy nodded, signaling that it was time to be serious, before they took their separate ways.
John walked along the crowd, people gathered around something he couldn’t see. From the murmurs he heard, it was the girl Tommy had spoken about. He smiled with amusement, rushing past people to get a glimpse and possibly try his luck.
There she was, the beautiful Y/n everyone had spoken of. John found himself staring, mouth agape and eyes widened to full circles. As the man turned Y/n, she caught John’s eyes, inhaling sharply and keeping her eyes on him until the end of the dance.
“Who else would try for the lady’s hand?” A man queried from behind her. John stepped up, taking off his hat and wiping his sweaty palms on his shirt.
He took her hand in his and began to dance with her. It felt like he’d been dancing forever, somehow knowing the exact moves to make. Tommy wouldn’t be happy to stumble upon John and the lady of the party dancing around when he was supposed to be doing his job.
The way she looked at him after his panicky thoughts began to appear; It was like she could read his mind.
“Nervous?” She whispered into his ear as they continued to dance, perfectly in sync and timed with the rhythm.
“A little. What about you? Must be kind of awkward dancing with all these strangers in front of even more strangers.” He smirked when she started to giggle quietly, the sound making his heart skip a beat. “You’re like a princess, ya know?”
“How so?”
He spun her around, “Well, for one, you’re gorgeous, and for two, this whole situation. You in a rich house, an expensive gown, as well as having a mother who wants to find a suitor for you. Tell me that isn’t ‘princess-like’.”
“I suppose you’re right, Mr...”
Her arms draped over his shoulders as his found her waist. They looked into each other’s eyes slowly, a spark in their hearts and butterflies, rather large ones at that, in their stomachs.
“Shelby. John Shelby, but for you, miss, it’s John.”
“Please, call me Y/n.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” John smirked, “angel.”
Y/n chuckled softly, spinning around and letting him dip her, “While meeting you is also a pleasure, my mother wouldn’t approve of a Shelby being here, not to mention marrying me off. She will learn to deal, however. Unless that was not your intentions when you had asked me to dance?”
They stopped, John finding her eyes again with a type of smile he swore he never thought he’d have. “Your mother said whoever wanted to take your hand in marriage is to dance with you, correct?” She nodded, confused by his questioning. “I danced with you, did I not?”
She smiled widely, a blush spreading across her cheeks. The two ignored the crowd, feeling as if they didn’t exist in the little world they were in, leaning in for a harsh kiss before a loud voice pushed them away. Anger filled the voice. It felt almost like a slap in the face, or a blade being stabbed into one’s heart.
“And just what are you doing to my daughter, Shelby boy?” Her mother boomed from the top of the staircase. She spoke John’s last name with venom and hatred, like most who knew of the Peaky Blinders did.
“Mother. He danced with me. Whomever I marry, it’s my choice, and I pick him.”
“A Shelby?” Her mother drawled. “You can’t be serious-”
“Yes.” She reached behind for John’s hand, holding it tightly and standing her ground. “John Shelby. Mother, he did what you asked for, and my heart did the rest. Please...” Y/n pleaded.
Her mother pressed her lips together, studying the two carefully. A few seconds later, she lifted her eyes behind them and widened her now terrified orbs. The plot twist was almost ironic, had it not been horrifying for everyone there.
“Look out!” Someone shrieked. Gasps and similar yells began to fill the room.
John pushed Y/n out of the way, taking a bullet to his stomach, and landed on the floor. Y/n’s eyes flicked to the gunman her mother had seen after he shot John, hurt and anger filling them with tears. Blood soaked through his shirt, red soaking a small part of his lower abdomen, as he coughed. Y/n scrambled over to him, tears falling down her soft cheeks and choked up sobs leaving her mouth.
Some guests held back the gunner until a copper, who’d been invited, grabbed him and escorted him out, leaving Y/n with John and the guests, and her mother, to watch. Y/n sat in the middle of the ballroom, still, crying and pleading with John.
“John! No!” She cupped his face, slowly bringing him onto her lap. Moments prior, she had received nothing but coughing as a response and it was only beginning to scare her even more. “Breathe! It’s going to be okay...just breathe...please...”
“Princess,” he coughed with a lazy smile, “You stood up to your mum... I guess um... I guess your bravery really took my breath away, huh?”
Y/n rolled her eyes, wiping tears away from her own face with a small chuckle of relief. His joke, though kind of dumb, especially to make at this moment, caught her off-guard. She helped him up, one of her hands joining the one of his that covered his wound as his other arm slung over her shoulders.
“Mr. Shelby. You- you saved my daughter’s life.”
“Guess I kinda uh,” his head titled down to their hands, covering and putting pressure on his bleeding torso, then looked back up at her, “forgot to think of my own while doing so.”
Mrs. L/n’s eyes scanned over the reddened part of his shirt, leaning over and whispering to the man next to her, the man rushing down to aid John, before talking to them again.
“That is something I will forever be grateful for. Thank you, John, for saving my darling girl. As a thank you, I can only agree to what has been asked of me, as it seems to mean quite a lot to you and her. You may take my daughter’s hand in marriage, and we will welcome you and your family into our home” John smiled, “for as long as she is still alive and thriving.”
“You will not regret this, madam, I promise.” He tried his best to be formal, despite it not being his particular expertise. Plus, the fact that he was still very much in pain didn’t help prevent him from cursing like a sailor a whole lot.
“I better not.” She had a maid escort the remaining guests out of her home and collect John’s siblings, giving her time with the Shelby family and her daughter. “You Shelbys are different from what I had in mind. I suppose some chances are worth taking, no matter the risks. Oh! Yes, one more thing-”
Tommy lit his cigarette, “And what may that be?” he quirked a brow as he spoke.
“Did you get what you came for? Although you are different, I can still tell you came here for business. Please, finish what you came to do, it’s the least I can do in addition to my thanks.”
Mrs. L/n walked next to Tommy and smiled at her daughter, who was holding John’s arm as they began to walk out of her home, “Please, tell him to take care of her, and make sure he does as he promises. That’s all I ask of him.”
“I promise, Mrs. L/n, no harm will come to your daughter. I know him well, and my brother seems to have fallen for her. You can trust him, he’d give his life for that girl, and it looks like she’d just about do the same.”
“Talk about love at first sight,” Arthur chuckled from behind his brother and Y/n’s mother.
“Love at first sight indeed.”
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I'm going to start by clarifying that these are messages I got in response to my post here /// LINK /// After this, I'm not replying to messages about this kinda thing in a long time. Talking about sexualization and such other topics is important but I'm not in a state to be made the center of it. Please, don't come to my inbox asking for discourse, go and create your own posts if you want to raise awareness or vent.
And now to answer to these new asks:
FIRST OF ALL: while I love the way Murata draws men, robotic stuff, monsters... I actually HATE the way he draws ladies! I prefer their proportions in the OPM anime and games. Murata is literally SO BAD at drawing women compared to the level of expertise he has drawing men, and it's all ‘cos he keeps drawing ladies "the h0rny way". We all know this, let's move on.
"He's drawing all the monster girls sexualized" Did the fact that Manako's genre reveal deconstructs the trope "the default is male" totally go over your head? That Psykos's reveal as a woman running the whole MA was a big deal for this same reason as well? There are a bunch of female monsters… you just assume they're all male unless you see big b00bs and then complain about that very fact. They literally made a whole point about this specifically!
"He changed Mizuki's shorts to p4nties to please fanboys" I liked the shorts better too (just because I find her whole character design a bit more balanced that way) so that change bothered me as well, but the "p4nties" are actually standard athletic wear for competition. Shorts are not. Technically, she’s drawn more accurately now.
"Sports Bras don't work that way he just wants to draw b00bs" neither do the shirts and bodysuits the guys are wearing. You can see all their muscles and manb00bs and cr0tch lines, just as much as with Fubuki and Tatsu's hero outfits and Mizuki's top.
"But when the boys are drawn that way, it's not to please the ladies, it's male power fantasy" THERE IS NO HETEROSEXUAL MALE POWER FANTASY BULLSHIT THAT CAN POSSIBLY EXPLAIN THE WAY MURATA DRAWS GAROU, FLASH, SONIC, STINGER AND SOME OF THE OTHER GUYS. The fact is that the way he draws eye candy of them appeals to other collectives other than the cis het men and he knows exactly what he's doing. Period.
"He constantly draws sexualized art of Mizuki to please the fanboys" Why exaggerate so much? This is simply not true. She's a woman in athlete wear, most of the time she's either standing up talking or fighting, no weird angles or anything. There is like 1 sexy cover of her, the back cover with all the girls in bikinis and then that infamous watermelon sequence. That's all the sexualization you are talking about.
"Mizuki only gets so much screen time because of how much p0rn of her there is" oh yeah Mizuki got a grand total of, like, *drum roll* 1 chapter and a half dedicated to her! Wow! Which is NOTHING taking into consideration how dense Garou's arc is and the fact that they will need at least 2 seasons of the anime to finish it.
But think about this: OPM desperately needed more female presence, in special with the prospect of finishing Garou's arc in the anime. Making anime is hard and COSTLY. Most of the people who is going to watch the anime haven't read the manga and they'll be like "what the heck there are no female characters in this anime for like 3 seasons?" and there is no team that's going to risk it working with such prospects. We know why.
Of all the expansion that Garou's arc got in the manga adaptation (and later in the anime), one of the most sensible and balanced decisions was to add more ladies. They put all those monster ladies for season 2, and then for season 3 we get Manako and Mizuki having some strong presence, Shadow and Kamaitachi there a bit in the back too. It benefits the pace and balance of both the manga and the future season 3 so immensely because Fubuki, Tatsumaki and Psykos take a LOOONG while to be relevant during Garou's Arc… in special with all the filler the manga put in between (but all that filler is of the S-Class boys getting development and a reality check which is kinda important too lol).
Point is: the screentime Mizuki got was VERY necessary to balance things in between of all the relentless Garou fights and the boys being boys. Sure Mizuki is beautiful and sexy and all, but really EVERYONE was waiting for a new female character that was relevant, likeable, fun… and on top of everything, it's so rare to see a strong 2m tall girl in fiction in general, not even just anime. Everyone got instantly excited about her because she's exactly what we needed AND MORE. And sure, people draw p0rn of her like they do with most other popular characters, what did you expect.
"The ladies are always more sexualized-" YES, in the OPM manga, the ladies are a little more sexualized than the men –but not by much AND not during plot stuff. By that I mean that most of the so called "sexualizing the girls" happens in the covers, back covers and promotional art very exclusively, and not during the story itself. HOWEVER, a lot of the sexy men bits do happen during the story, curiously.
In the anime though, there is almost zero ladies fanservice (which makes sense since there is almost no female presence in the first 2 seasons anyway). Yet it's full of naked dudes, sometimes for a good reason, but mostly just so we can look at them being sexy and silly.
I personally don't care if the man candy and ladies fanservice is not perfectly even in Murata's manga adaptation, because there is enough of both in his work, as well as other official OPM stuff like the anime and games to bring a very nice balance in the s3xy department.
"The way the women are dressed-" Most of the background ladies are wearing skirt uniforms and shit, but all the relevant ladies primarily dress in nothing you can call "sexualized" except for maybe Tatsumaki with her strong leg game. To recall:
Lilly wears the same as the men of the Blizzard Group; Twin Tail just dresses like a jester; Mizuki is the first to show so much skin, but she's still wearing real standard competition wear for athletes. All the other sportwomen (Hornet and Swim) and martial artists (Shadow, Suiko, Lin Lin) wear standard clothes for their respective professions too. Sure we've seen Shadow wearing some, uh, ninja bikini thing under her ACTUAL work clothes, but for actual fights she's fully dressed and surprisingly not stuffed in a tiny nylon bodysuit that rips like stocking, like all the ninja men in the series do lmao.
Fubuki and Tatsumaki are, like, the only ones wearing dresses and they can because they use psychic powers anyway. Fubuki doesn't even show ANY skin, ever! She just happens to have big b00bs! Kamaitachi is the other one wearing a "skirt" but it's similar to what Japanese martial artists would wear, too.
So, again… all this sexualization we are talking about is not even happening anywhere except in Murata's covers and some promotional art. ONE is famous for treating ladies very fairly, even if Murata tries very hard to exploit the sexy out of every single of the ladies ONE creates. All these ladies have their own agenda and personality that have nothing to do with being pretty or f*ckable. In fact, in-universe, no one ever mentions if the heroines are beautiful or sexy and no one ever talks about liking them for those reasons (except for Lilly and Erika who are gay for Fubuki and Tatsumaki respectively, amazingly enough no hetero characters mention it). I think the first time we've ever seen a relevant character talking about dating another relevant character is when Suiryu told Saitama and Suiko to date (but Suiryu is the resident h0rny fuckboy of the series, if someone was going to say something so stupid for all the wrong reasons, it was going to be him).
For being an adult series, a seinen that parodies shonen tropes and all, OPM is seriously very tame in the sexy ladies department. For this series, the sexy is just a luxurious accessory, just one more little thing. It's always pretty weird when people get so angry and disappointed about a new sexy girl cover or a couple of compromising panels, like they don't know what to expect.
"He only draws that way to please the h0rny fanboys" Murata IS a h0rny fanboy himself and draws shit that appeals to him as much as he feels he’s allowed to insert in the series. Please remember he's the insane fanboy that reached up to ONE to beg him to continue One Punch Man and offered to make a manga adaptation to promote OPM.
From the moment Murata started drawing OPM, the tone of the manga was set and never changed: lots of blood and guts, comical and non-comical nudity, irreverence, sexy angles, Genos ripping his shirts off, ninjas in body suits that rip like they are nylons… people in shirts, tanktops and dresses so tight you can see all their muscles, boobs and even belly buttons whether they are men or women or otherwise… h0rny chapter covers, stupidly h0rny monsters…
Just reading the manga to the point where Genos and Mosquito Girl first appear, you know what you are in for with OPM. I don't know what some fans are expecting to see in OPM next, but I'm going to take a wild guess here and say: you should expect more of the same.
At the end of the day, the manga is Murata's work with ONE, and if he likes drawing h0rny ladies more than boys, that's how things are! This is just 2 guys with their passion project. I don't expect of them the same as if there was a bigger team with a big budget behind the series, like it happens with many games and shows. In this last case, I would be a lot stricter about all this, because with more resources you're expected to do better things.
#one punch man#captain mizuki#tornado of terror#blizzard of hell#psykos#manako opm#fubuki#tatsumaki#opm#manako#lunamaria on the phone
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Hello, I hope I'm not bothering you, but do you have any good "enemies to lovers" recs, may they be books or movies?
I neeeever am bothered by people asking for recommendations. Those are my favorite asks because I am nothing if not in love with my own opinions, lol
Books
Obviously, The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn, the best Bridgerton book, because I’ve been blogging about it lol. If you haven’t read it, it’s basically “rake tries to seduce the beauty of the ton, beauty’s older sister cockblocks him, he realizes that He Is Into It”
The Hating Game by Sally Thorne is a classic. Very light and fluffy contemporary, two people who’ve always hated each other begin competing for the same job and fall in love.
Kate Quinn’s Mistress of Rome series is a saga and the initial big ship of the first book (which you do have to read lol) is not enemies to lovers. However, the NEXT ship which dominates the last two books of the series (which is four books long, and tbh... I recommend the second book but it’s a prequel and can be skipped technically) is SOOOOOOO GOOD. It’s really “childhood friends to young lovers to SEVERE ENEMIES still secretly in love” and it’s literally epic lol. Essentially, the series is set in Ancient Rome and Sabina (very bitchy Roman noblewoman) and Vix (child of a former gladiator, soldier) are friends who I think lose their virginities to each other? And are in love as kids. But then she fucks him over and marries the emperor. Who he actually begins to loyally serve! But he haaaates Sabina because she.... constantly backstabs him lol. But he also looooves Sabina and gets off on everything she does. And she wants him so badly. And it is delicious. And I live for it.
Both of the Evie Dunmore books I’ve read, Bringing Down the Duke and especially A Rogue of One’s Own are very enemies to lovers. In Bringing Down the Duke it’s a bluestocking versus a duke who for political reasons is her enemy. In A Rogue of One’s Own it’s another bluestocking versus a rake who has known her basically all their lives. They have to begin working together and fall in looove.
Sarah MacLean LIVES for this trope lol. Her first true enemies to lovers was Twelve Scandals to Start to Win An Earl’s Heart, in which the heroine is a scandalous young woman and the hero is a duke determined to avoid scandal--and he rebuffed her before the book began, so they hate each other. But he also has a massive boner around her, of course.
My favorite MacLean book, A Rogue By Another Name is another “childhood friends turn enemies to lovers”. The leads, Penelope and Bourne (last name lol) were best friends as kid and he basically fell off after life set in. Her family now has hold of his ancestral lands, and Bourne essentially blackmails Penelope into marrying him so that he can get those lands, after which she DESPISES him even though they had..... extremely great sex lol. It’s SUPER GOOD, and it involves borderline voyeurism, which is great.
Then No Good Duke Goes Unpunished is very enemies to lovers. The heroine was set to become the hero’s stepmother--then he woke up covered in blood with her missing. He then finds out, after years of being despised by society as a presumed murderer, that she is very much alive with a fake identity lol. It’s WILD.
The Rogue Not Taken is an enemies to lovers roadtrip romance. The heroine thinks the hero is a horrid rake who purposefully ruins marriages. He thinks she’s a stuck up brat. They end up journeying together and he eats her out in a moving carriage.
Theeen there’s Daring and the Duke. The hero literally thought the heroine was dead (MacLean loves this) and is OBSESSED with her, but she hates him because the man who raised them both basically pitted them against each other after their days of being childhood sweethearts. It’s very dark and delicious, and there are blow jobs! Blow jobs don’t happen enough in romances, especially historical romances. More BJs! They are fun!
If you’re interested in a dark and BONKERS romance, Desperate Measures by Katee Robert is a retelling of Disney’s Aladdin about a modern Jafar and Jasmine getting together after he takes over her father’s criminal empire. It’s definitely extremely explicit and a bit fucked up. The book comes with content warnings; the first sex scene is dubcon. (Like you’re reading from her perspective and she WANTS IT but she says no.)
Beach Read by Emily Henry is a cute contemporary in which the hero is a literary author and the heroine is a romance novelist. They find themselves in neighboring beach houses and basically challenge each other to write in the other person’s genre. Very light enemies to lovers.
A Heart of Blood and Ashes is a fantasy romance by Milla Vane! Essentially, the hero’s parents were killed by the heroine’s father and he’s out to kill her father and overtake his throne. Luckily, she’s on board. But he needs to marry her in order to accomplish his goals. They do not trust each other whatsoever and torment one another a lot. For context, within the first fifty pages she gives him a handjob while her hand is covered in her own brother’s blood (and yes, he did kill her brother). It’s great.
The Worst Best Man is about a wedding planner who suddenly finds herself needing to work with her ex-fiance’s brother... who she holds responsible for her fiance leaving her at the altar. Very fun and sexy contemporary.
The entire Four Horsemen series by Laura Thalassa. In each book, the heroine falls in love with a literal embodiment of one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, who is here to bring the end of the world. VERY heavy enemies to lovers. Kinda dark at times? Kinda fucked up at times? I love it a lot? It begins with Pestilence; War and Famine have already been released, but Death has not.
From Lukov with Love by Marina Zapata. It’s a figure skating romance; a down on her luck skater pairs up with a male skater who is extremely successful, and who she’s known for years and hated. Verrrrry slow burn, but fun.
Movies
The Proposal, of course, starring Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds. You’ve probably seen this, but the setup is that she’s his evil boss, he’s her assistant, and she’s about to lose her visa so she bribes him into marrying her so that she can get citizenship. But ruh-roh, they have to go to Alaska for his family reunion and he’s also got a great body and is like, an Alaskan Rockefeller?
Obviously, Clueless which is enemies to lovers by way of former stepsiblings, and also by way of the only valid retelling of Emma. Emma itself is not enemies to lovers, really, but Clueless amps that aspect up a bit.
If you want a super tragic version, warning lol--House of Flying Daggers. It’s a wuxia movie, so melodramatic to the max. She’s a blind daughter of the leader of a vigilante group, he’s a soldier who’s gone undercover to follow her to their stronghold. Many reveals and one of my favorite dramatic love stories ensues.
Princess Diaries 2, duh. Baby Chris Pine? Anne Hathaway? PLEASE BITCH.
365 DNI. If you haven’t watched yet, watch it and thank me later. The greatest cinematic contribution of the last decade.
Down with Love. It’s a delightful take on like, 50s/60s sex comedies in which the heroine writes a book that convinces women to ignore love and men, which makes the hero look bad and makes it difficult for him to get laid. So he sets out to basically..... wear a different persona? And seduce her? It is one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen, and I adore it. Renee Zellweger and Ewan Macgregor have great chemistry in it too.
The Thomas Crown Affair, starring extremely hot Pierce Brosnan and Renee Russo. She’s an insurance investigator, he’s a billionaire who basically is suspected of stealing priceless works of art because he’s bored. She investigates him and immediately begins fucking him. Has a scene where she dances with him while wearing a completely transparent dress. Then they fuck everywhere in his house. I have never wanted to be between two people more.
The Painted Veil. A socialite marries a dorky scientist for convenience, then cheats on him. He finds out and basically forces her to go to China with him, where he is fighting the cholera epidemic, as an extremely long and petty murder suicide attempt. But they get to know each other! And the ice begins to melt! Warning: tragic but lovely.
Casino Royale YES I SAID THAT. The James Bond reboot movie that explains why he’s such a whore!!! HE WAS BROKEN!!! Basically James Bond is not like... a learned man... in this movie. So he’s a cocky bastard and the Bond girl is impossibly sexy Eva Green as Vesper, who’s the “money man” on his mission. They begin as bickering assholes and then fall in love. But also! Tragedy!
The animated Anastasia movie is one of the finest enemies to lovers movies of any time, I will defend this forever
Anyway.... Hope this gives you some ideas! Lol
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The Hunt
Alpha!Finan x Omega!reader
A game of hide and seek between you and your mate had started innocently enough, but the minute you had stepped foot outside the house the hunt had begun. Finan’s frustration become evident as you continue to evade him but once he catches you, you’ll learn that he doesn’t play fair either.
A/N: I’m kinda shook that no ones done A/B/O for tlk yet? The idea ruined me because im a weak little whore for werewolves and big playful men who are also capable of fucking you right. In the most loving way possible I hope it ruins you too. ALSO REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN
WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ strong language, light chocking?, super light dom/sub dynamic, mentions of ownership, breeding kink, semi-public sex, unprotected sex – it’s the ninth century, they have an excuse you don’t.
Wc: 1536
The game had started innocently enough. Your intent was harmless, pure if you will. You had no intention of frustrating Finan whatsoever. You would never deny your mate so blatantly, least of all in your own home.
You were sick to shit of Finan scraping the wet stone across his dagger. The sound was grating and you were trying to fix his chain mail, so when he went to relive himself you took his wet stone.
Simple and effective.
And then you took yourself to another room. You knew what you wanted. You pushed yourself against the wall next to the doorway, your heart racing as you heard Finan’s boots echo against the floor. There was a brief pause in which you could only assume Finan had noticed his missing tool and missing woman. Your knuckles were white with how tightly you were holding the stone, you pushed your free hand to your mouth, the attempt to stifle your laughter a complete failure.
‘Y/N… Y/N where are ya? Are you hiding from me?’ You could hear him getting closer, his voice sounded amused, mixed with just a hint of irritation. As he stepped into the room you stopped breathing all together. He passed you, not even glancing in your direction, instead he went straight to the bed, checking both under the frame and the covers. You would not allow him to blame you for the deception, it was his fault that your scent was strongest in the bed than anywhere else in the home.
You slipped from the room with an ill-hidden giggle. The rate at which Finan caught up with you did not surprise you, merely added to your excitement. If he wanted the insufferable stone back badly enough then he would have to play your game for a little longer.
You turned to face him. Finan stood before you with his thumbs looped in his belt, a single eyebrow raised.
‘You have my stone and you have my attention Lady, now what do you want with both?’
‘Play with me.’
‘All you had to do was ask.’ Your mate made to round the table that separated you but the hand you raised halted him.
‘Not so easy my love. You have to find me first,’ The smile that spread across Finan face was devilish and it sent a rush of heat directly to your core. ‘I want you to swear to me that you will give me a head start, that you’ll play by the rules.’
To the untrained eye nothing about Finan changed, his hands remained at his hips, his brows remained cocked but you could see the darkness in his eyes spread. Yet he did not say a word.
‘Do you accept Lord?’
‘I’m already counting vixen. You should run before you back meets the table.’
***
That was twenty minutes ago. Twenty agonizing minutes of running through Winchester, wanting to be found yet loving every second of Finans hunt. You were sure you could feel him at times, with each burst of wind the familiar scent would set your body on fire, the claim mark that sat upon your shoulder tingling with desire.
The streets were busy, despite the latening hour. Women knew of you, many of them still envious of the fact that Finan had chosen to mate you over them. You usually didn’t gode them, but you could not resist flashing them a grin as you passed. You knew that as soon as Finan rounded the corner they would all know what was going on, the game you two were playing . No doubt they could smell it off you both.
Your assumption was confirmed the minute you set foot in the alehouse. You knew it would be a risk, the chances off pissing off Finan doubled and the idea of the repercussions had a familiar ache build in the pit of your stomach.
If you had thought the streets were busy then the alehouse was overflowing with people. Whores, warriors, alphas, betas, omegas, the claimed and unclaimed all mingling in a singular room.
It was perfect.
You took a minute to survey the hall, the back door was ajar, a cool breeze making the room bearable. That would be your exit. Finan wouldn’t be far behind you but you wanted to catch your breath, wet your lips with mead and find a better way of holding the stupid stone.
You were almost in the middle of the room when Finan entered the alehouse. You were slammed with the feeling of him, you could sense the frustration, the dark enjoyment. If that wasn’t enough the sight of him had you practically drooling. His hair was messy, his chest was heaving and he had a light sheen of sweat covering him that had you licking your lips in anticipation.
Again, if he was looking for anyone to blame it was only himself. You couldn’t mask the effect your mate had on you. Before you even had time to think about clenching your thighs you released a strong burst of pheromones into the packed room. Each and every individual in the room could practically taste your arousal. Men stirred, flagons of ale were placed down and chatter halted.
You knew every pair of eyes were on you but none of them mattered but Finan’s. They were fixed on you with a heavy look. He looked pissed. But more than that, he looked hungry.
The pause only lasted a heartbeat before you were sprinting out the back door, hoots and hollers following you. You had lost sight of Finan and direction in your haste but it only made your heart beat all the faster when you came face to face with a brick wall. A dead end. No where to hide. No escape. Only Finan.
You turned to face him and tried to fain innocence. It was a useless, if your pheromones hadn’t give you away the way you whimpered as he growled your name certainly did.
His hands, his lips, his entire being demanded submission from you and you happily obliged as he backed you into the wall. He spun you in his arms, your only view the stone in which he grinded you against. He nipped at your neck, his hands bunching your skirt. You made to stop him but his hot breath on your ear stopped you.
‘I played by your rules, now you will play by mine.’ The air was cool on the bare skin of your arse, you were completely exposed to the elements and any passer-by. You tried to squirm out of his grasp, or at least cover yourself better but the slap Finan placed on your rear echoed.
A warning.
‘You will stop moving omega. This is punishment for your stunt back there. Every man fucking looking at you, wanting you. I have half a mind to fill you up with pups just to show them who you belong to.’
As he spoke he slipped himself into you without warning. The cry that left your lips was wanton, desperate and utterly sinful. Finan’s own moan joined your symphony of sounds. His thrusts where short and fast, the urgency to fill you overtaking any real desire to make you beg.
While one hand kept it’s vice like grip on your hip the other snaked it’s way up your body. He was not gentle, he fingers giving sharp tweaks to your nipple. You were sure you would draw blood from how hard you were biting your lip. Once Finan was satisfied you were aching his hands found your throat.
The pressure was delicious as was the way his hips ground against you. You thought you knew the limits of pleasure until Finan bit your claim mark, the feeling of his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin was euphoric. You head slammed back onto Finan’s shoulder as your orgasm ripped through you.
The feel of you, your heat, your wetness, your whimpers, your audacity, pushed Finan over the edge. His pleasure filling you in short hot bursts.
Finan’s forehead dropped to the crook of your neck after soothing the assaulted skin of your shoulder. The only sound that filled your world was heavy breathing, the quiet that settled between you screaming of unspoken satisfaction.
The hand that held your throat was the first to disappear, then his forehead and finally his half knotted cock. It stung as he slipped from you, immediately leaving you empty. Finan turned you in his arms once but gently this time, your dress falling back into place. His voice was rough as he spoke.
‘Now Y/N, who do you belong to?’
‘You, Alpha.’
He hummed in response, a large hand dropping to your stomach, caressing it softly.
‘With any luck that’ll be obvious in a few moons… Now where’s my wet stone?
You shrugged, a tiny smile spreading across your lips. Finan caught the look, the playfulness that you knew so well mixing with the remaining lust in his eyes.
‘If I have to ask again I won’t be doing so so nicely.’
You batted your eyelashes at him coyly as you brushed the dust from the front of your dress, you were counting on it.
#the last kingdom fanfic#tlk fanfic#finan x reader#finan the agile#a/b/o verse#smut#finan smut#inga writes#alpha!finan
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The Selection - Two
Pairing: Tom Holland x Royal!Reader
Summary: It wasn’t her selection, not her choice, and yet when she saw him she couldn’t help herself, she fell in love
Chapter Warnings: Swearing
A/N: This is part two!! I really hope you guys enjoy this, I’m loving writing it so much!! I kinda love Lucas, not gonna lie haha! Please remember to let me know what you think - like, reblog, comment, send asks. I love hearing what you guys think, it really inspires me to write more! The tag list is open but I will only being accepting tag requests when they are sent to my ASK BOX, comments and reblogs will NOT be counted
DISCLAIMER - THIS IS BASED OFF OF THE SELECTION SERIES BY KIERA KASS
When Y/N entered into the dining hall the next morning for breakfast, the group of Selected were already present.
All of them appeared nervous and uncomfortable, most of them starred at their hands as Y/N walked in. A couple offered shy smiles and Y/N desperately tried to recall their names. She noticed Tom at the end of the table, one of the few who didn’t shrink under her gaze and even offered her a smile. Y/N couldn’t help but return it before walking to the end of the table, where her family normally sat.
Though they were nowhere in sight yet.
Awkward silence filled the room and Y/N wondered if she ought to speak, to say something to fill in the gaps left by the absence of her family. She wondered if she was allowed to speak to them yet.
“I trust you all slept well?” She asked finally, once the silence became completely unbearable. There were a couple of murmurs of agreement and Y/N nodded, trying to stay composed despite wanting to run out of the room.
She wasn’t used to people being in the castle who weren’t her family. Y/N let out an audible sigh of relief when her brothers entered.
Jason had an easy-going smile on his face as he entered the room, nodding to a couple of the candidates as they met his eyes and he raised his eyebrows at Y/N’s seemingly terrified expression. Lucas, on the other hand, merely looked bored.
“You look terrified,” Jason murmured into her ear as he sat next to her. A small smile crossed Y/N’s features and she shook her head at him.
“Probably because I am,” she replied, the simple response causing him to laugh quietly. The well-rehearsed, discreet laugh that all of them had had to learn when they were young.
“This is boring, when can we eat?” Lucas huffed. He had not yet mastered the skill of being quiet around others and his words carried. Y/N noticed some of The Selected trying to bite back laughter, looking down at their laps as their eyes crinkled at the edges from the young boy’s impatience. Y/N hated that her eyes were drawn to Tom and she despised the way her heart flipped when she saw him laughing.
Though the laughter was cut off by the doors opening again. The whole room fell silent at the entrance of the King and Queen, accompanied by Allison and rose to their feet. Well, the whole room excluding Lucas, who let out a sigh before also reluctantly standing
Y/N couldn’t tell if it was a sigh of relief that he may be able to eat soon, or one of exasperation at the dramatics of the situation.
Either way she elbowed her brother to signal for him to be quiet. All she got in response was a glare and a stamp on the foot.
“Prick,” she mumbled under her breath.
“Bitch,” Lucas retorted, a smug smile on his face. Y/N bit her lip in a desperate attempt to hide her laughter, though her cover was blown when she met Allison’s gaze and her sister rose a single eyebrow.
A giggle escaped Y/N’s lips and she felt the blood rush to her face as she lifted her hands to cover her mouth, attempting to school her face to be more serious.
“Please sit,” the King ordered, reaching the head of the table.
“Finally,” Lucas muttered, reaching forwards to grab a pastry before the royals could say anything more.
Murmurs of conversation broke out amongst both the Selected and the Royals. Y/N and her family were sat away from the table the men were at, on a platform elevated above theirs in a blatant attempt to show their importance.
“Sir Nicolas,” Allison’s voice carried over both tables, quieting them down. The man referred to shot his head up to look at Y/N’s older sister. “I trust you like the coffee?” A nervous smile spread across Nicolas’ face and he nodded.
“Yes, Your Highness, very much so,” he agreed. Y/N searched her mind desperately for any reason why Allison would have singled Nicolas out for the question.
“Is he the guy whose family owns a coffee shop?” Y/N questioned, her voice quiet as she murmured the words into Jason’s ear. Her brother shrugged.
“How should I know?” Y/N couldn’t resist rolling her eyes.
When breakfast drew to a close, the King stood from the table.
“I just wanted to say a few more words now that the rest of my family are here,” he announced, quieting down the final few dregs of conversation that remained in the room. “While my family and I wish to welcome you with the most open arms, there are some rules that must be abided by that we did not wish to burden you with last night in your sleep deprived states,” there was a kind smile on his face and a chuckle rolled through the room. Y/N’s eyes found Tom’s and there was a sparkle in his gaze that caused her heart to flip again.
“The Women’s Room is completely out of bounds for all of you, unless you have been explicitly invited by one from inside - that also applies to Lucas,” he gave his youngest son a hard stare that caused another wave of laughter to roll through the room, “Jason and I. As well as this, the second floor is off limits - that is where our private chambers are and anyone caught there shall be severely punished,” the statement was met with silence from the group.
The King looked at Y/N, his face softening. “The Library must also be treated with the utmost respect. Should any of my children,” the way his eyes were still fixed on Y/N showed all of the Selected who he was referring to. “Wish you to leave, you must do some immediately,” he coughed into his hand, ripping his gaze away from his daughter. “That goes for any place in the Palace,” he added. “If any of you are caught bothering any of my children then you will be asked to take immediate leave from the premises, is that clear?” The final question was met with nods from all around the table and the King gave a stiff one in response. “Good, then I look forward to spending more time with all of you in the coming weeks.”
Y/N rose from her chair after her father left and Lucas did the same, though his exit caused a screech to echo around the room as his chair squealed backwards. Y/N tried to hide her laughter as she left the dining hall with her brother.
“So… that was fun,” the teenage boy mentioned, kicking his feet on the ground as he walked.
“I guess that’s one word for it,” Y/N agreed and Lucas looked at her, a sly grin on his face.
“What would you use?” He asked.
“Awkward?” She offered and Lucas laughed, nodding.
“That’s fair,” he agreed.
“What are your plans for today?” Lucas let out an annoyed sigh.
“Madame Blanche said I have to have extra French lessons because I suck,” Y/N giggled, imagining those words coming from the stern French tutor all four of them had been taught by.
“Well… you kinda do, Luke.” Lucas glared at her.
“I know all the French, Y/N/N - Bonjour, salut, au revoir - see?”
“Ah yes, you’re basically fluent,” Y/N deadpanned.
“Alright then, Miss High and Mighty,” Y/N shook her head in despair at her brother’s words, “what are your plans for the day then?”
“First things first, you sound about eighty when you say that,” Lucas pulled a face and Y/N pushed him playfully. “I’ll probably just go hide in the Women’s Room,” she decided with a shrug.
“Have I ever told you that you’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met?” Lucas inquired.
“Bugger off and do your French,” Y/N scolded. Lucas laughed but hurried off in the direction of the schooling room, where Madame Blanche was sure to be waiting for him.
Y/N turned down the hallway to the Women’s Room, not looking where she was going as she walked. She collided with a body, falling to the ground.
“Oh my God! Your Highness! I’m so sorry!” Y/N had a feeling she’d recognise that voice anywhere. Her head turned up to face Tom’s worried eyes and she shook her head.
“Don’t worry about it, Sir Thomas, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” she waved him off but Tom grimaced and offered his hand before hesitating.
“Wait, am I allowed to touch you?” He asked, sending Y/N into a fit of giggles.
“I think that would be okay,” she promised as her laughter died down, fitting her hand into Tom’s and allowing him to help her back to her feet. “Thank you, Sir Thomas.”
“Not at all, Your Highness,” Tom breathed out, somewhat staring at Y/N. She shifted awkwardly from foot to foot.
“Well… I, uh, I should be going,” she said, nodding her head in the direction that Tom had just come from and the Selected man nodded, his face growing red as he moved out of her way.
“Yeah, of course, sorry Your Highness,” Y/N grinned a little at his shyness.
“That’s alright, Sir Thomas.”
#marvel#tom holland#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland fanfic#tom holland fan#tom holland fic#tom holland fluff#tom holland imagine#tom holland imagines#tom holland x reader#tom holland x y/n#tom holland x royal!reader#royal!AU#The Selection series
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feelings. / kylo ren.
requested by @originalposter96
words: 3.4k
SUMMARY: kylo ren has feelings for you, but doesn't know how to act upon them. after you stuck up for him, it strikes something in him.
you were force sensitive and you always wanted to learn how to improve your use of your powers. you worked alongside kylo ren and your best friend hux. you spent many days with the two of them, learning the ways of the dark side, there were also many days you spent alone with kylo ren training. you were slightly intimidated by kylo ren, but you two spent quite a bit of time together. today was a day where hux left you alone with kylo while he dealt with his military duties.
you rolled out of bed, realizing the time,
"shit, i'm late." you quickly rummaged around for clothes and changed as soon as possible.
you made your way to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and pinned your hair back, you took a look in the mirror,
"atleast i look presentable." you groaned and reached for the door from your room.
you exited your room and met kylo in the headquarters of the ship.
"sorry i'm late." you placed your hands behind your back as your eyes wandered up the large males body.
kylo ren ignored your apology,
"follow me." kylos distorted voice echoed.
his feet echoed down the halls as you two made your way to the training area.
"if you plan to be a good user of the dark side of the force, you have to atleast get more comfortable with your light saber." he continued on.
you were never trained with a light saber prior to the trainings you endured with kylo. you grew up knowing you had powers, but you never knew how to act with them. when you had gotten hux's military, your talents had surpassed those around you and at first, you trained with hux alone, which is how you two became so close. hux spoke highly of you to kylo, which only made him want to work with you, and that's how you ended up where you currently were. training alongside kylo ren, the most intimidating people in the galaxy, the supreme leader of the dark side.
you two arrived at the training facility on the ship. kylo opened the door for you,
"after you." his deep distorted voice filled the hallway.
you walked in and took a deep breath, the deep breath you took only relieved a small bit of nerves you were feeling. kylo followed behind you and shut the door, locking it behind. your guys' training sessions were private, not even hux was invited to come. you and kylo both became extremely vulnerable when you were training, but kylo still showed little to no emotion. kylo removed his helmet and placed it down on the floor, he made his way into the middle of the room. he removed his lightsaber from his belt, he switched it on, the red light from it filled the room. you removed your saber from your side, switching it on, the red lit up your face. you ran to kylo in the middle of the mat, you swung your saber, hitting his. you two exchanged hits for a short while. your back collided with the floor,
"ouch." you let out a groan and rested on your elbows.
kylo got you every single time with the same move, somehow you continuously ended up on the ground.
"y/n, i know we've been working for a few months now, but you atleast have to be picking up on something." kylo spoke, holding a hand out for you to take.
you let out a huff and refused his hand. you stood up and held your saber up. your eyes focused in on kylo.
"refusing my hand i see." kylo spoke harshly.
he stood back and turned his saber on, holding it up. you began swinging your saber, he blocked every time you almost got him. he tripped over your foot, causing you both to fall. your back collided with the floor once more, this time, kylo had both hands on each side of your head, hovering over you. you looked up at kylo, his cheeks were a faint pink, at that moment you felt your cheeks heat up. you took this moment to roll over on top of him, you took your saber out and held it near him.
"like that?" you spoke, making a smart remark from what he said earlier. you stood up off of him as you put your saber down.
"well done." he spoke,
"you don't get a break yet." he stared at you.
you jumped at him this time, suddenly you stopped in mid air. your eyes wandered up to kylo with his hand out.
"that is most definitely not fair!" you yelled.
kylo walked to where you'd fall and caught you before you hit the ground.
"you didn't allow me critique you." he spoke, placing you down on the ground.
kylo sat down in the middle of the room, patting next to him.
"sit." he spoke.
he explained what you could do differently next time, to keep your eyes planted on the target at all times and be completely alert.
he stood up and held a hand out for you again, this time you took it and stood up.
you both took a few steps back, pulling out your lightsabers and turning them on. you lunged at kylo, the red from your saber lit up your face. you swung your saber to block kylos swings at you. you two went at it for a while, the sound of your sabers clashing together filled the quiet room. you and kylo were at a standstill when both of you were using your strength with the sabers against each other. eventually, your arms got tired and the sabers broke apart, kylo's saber scraped your arm, leaving a small cut.
you dropped your saber and kylo put his away. he walked away, mumbling something inaudible under his breath.
"training is over for the day." he grabbed his helmet and left you sitting in the middle of the training room.
you sat there in the middle of the room, alone. you let out a sigh,
"fuck." you stood up and left the room. you dragged yourself back to your quarters to clean yourself up.
you opened the door to your quarters and walked inside. you walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower. you undressed yourself and climbed into the shower. you stood there and let the warm water hit your body. you winced at the water pressure on the cut, the water tinted red from the blood. you washed up and turned the shower off. you tied a towel around your body and walked out of the bathroom, the crisp cold air hit you quickly, the change in air left goosebumps on your body. you wandered over to where you kept your medical kit, you wrapped your arm in a bandage. a loud knock came from your door,
"y/n, it's hux, meet me in the headquarters." he yelled through the door.
you rushed to find clothes to put on. you rummaged through your dresser again, in attempts to find a matching outfit. once you found one, you quickly dropped the towel around you and changed into it. you let out a huff, you clipped your saber to your belt and headed for the door. you let yourself out and wandered down the halls, your footsteps echoed as you made your way to the headquarters. you opened the door, hux was standing there alone.
"how was training today?" hux questioned.
"it was good." you let out a breathy laugh,
"somehow kylo ended up on top of me and i ended up on top of him." you felt your cheeks heat up, leaving a dark pink across your face.
hux analyzed your body language,
"you like kylo!" hux yelled.
you lunged and covered his mouth,
"shut it. you knew this already." you said, embarrassed. you uncovered his mouth.
"actually, i wasn't sure, i just suspected it." hux spoke back.
"what did you actually want me here for." you looked at him.
"i might need you back in my troops." he blurted out, his head fell down,
"i know it's not what you wanted but too many men and women are dying and i need a strong leader out there. you're what i need." he picked his head up to look at you.
"hux please." you spoke,
"you know i don't belong out there, besides i need to be here for my training." you spoke sternly.
"if you're going to fight with me, you, kylo and i are going to have a meeting tomorrow." he fought back.
"don't bother, kylo won't side with me." you rolled your eyes.
"now what makes you think that?" hux stared at you.
"i mean, the fact he left me in the middle of the training room bleeding?" you scoffed, hux just looked at you.
"it wasn't anything too bad, my arms just kinda gave out and kylo's saber slipped and nipped my arm a bit." you let out a breathy laugh,
"but all he did was turn away and say that training was over." you looked at hux.
hux must've known something because he wasn't speaking, he just stood there staring at you.
"if you think he dislikes you, then come be with my troops." he tried to convince you.
hux was right, if kylo disliked me, i should just leave.
"fine, i'll sleep on it and i'll come with my thoughts on the situation tomorrow." you spoke, you watched hux perk up after hearing your response.
"come, have dinner with me." hux smiled at you.
"fine." you groaned, laughing shortly after.
the truth is, you enjoyed spending time with hux. you and him spent quite a bit of time together when you were apart of his troops but since you've been training with kylo, time with each other slipped away. you and hux left the headquarters, walking down the hallways leading to a restaurant in the ship. you and hux appeared at one of the restaurants, you got seated instantly since you were with hux. he sat across from you, your eyes scanned the restaurant. your eyes landed on the one and only kylo ren, his eyes met yours. his eyes looked at the table you were at, he seemed irritated, you looked away and your eyes met with huxs. a waitress appeared and handed you two menus.
"can i get you anything to drink?" the waitress asked.
"i'm okay with water." you spoke.
"i would like some champagne." hux looked at the waitress and smiled.
your eyes looked over the menu, unsure of what to get.
"hux, order for the both of us like you used to." you chuckled.
the waitress came back around with your drinks,
"are you two ready to order yet?" she spoke.
"just a few more minutes." hux kindly spoke back.
"not a problem." the waitress disappeared. you looked around the restaurant to see if kylo was anywhere to be seen, your eyes found him. you smiled at the thought of him, you wish you were sitting with him right now, but you were also enjoying the time with your friend.
"but really, how is training going?" hux asked, his eyes scanning over the menu continuously.
"it's going, i still need to work on a lot." you let out a sigh and took a sip of your water.
"y/n, it's been months now." hux looked up at you.
"i hear it enough from kylo, i don't need to hear it from you." you snapped at him.
"i apologize, you're just a great warrior on the battlefield, it just doesn't seem possible that you could even take this long to grasp the lightsaber.
you sighed in response, the waitress appeared at the best time.
"ready?" she asked.
"yes" hux spoke,
your eyes trailed off to kylo once more, he was leaving the restaurant. his eyes shot over to you and glanced the area you were in. his eyes peeled away from you quickly before you could notice.
"y/n." hux broke you from your intense staring at kylo,
"i ordered for you." hux spoke.
"thank you." you smiled at him, you were quite nervous for tomorrow.
"how has things been for you?" you asked hux.
"you know, losing a lot of troops, trying to figure out what the next plan will be with kylo, which is another reason for tomorrow's meeting." hux looked at you.
after a while of small talk between you and hux, the waitress appeared again with your food. she placed it in front of you two,
"enjoy." she smiled and disappeared once more.
you dug in, you hadn't eaten all day. you stuffed your face like no other. you heard hux laughing at you from across the table.
"don't laugh. i woke up late and haven't eaten all day." you finished chewing before you spoke, then you let out a laugh.
"hey, i get it." hux laughed and ate in a much slower manner.
by the time you both finished your meals and rested for a little while, the waitress appeared with the bill.
"it's on me." hux smiled at you.
"you don't have to." you smiled at him.
"i know, i want to." he paid the waitress and you two got up and left.
"you really didn't have to." you followed behind hux.
"i know but we haven't gone out in a while and it was a little treat on me." hux smiled and headed to your quarters. you two laughed along the way and shared stories. you arrived at the door of your quarters,
"thank you for tonight." you smiled at him.
"don't thank me. i will see you tomorrow y/n." hux smiled back at you, you leaned in and gave him a hug.
"goodnight hux." you opened the door for your quarters and walked inside, closing the door behind you.
you let out a sigh and ran and jumped onto your bed. before you knew it, you were passed out on your bed. you didn't even change your clothes after dinner.
you woke up the next morning, you let out a small groan.
"shit." you stared at the ceiling, adjusting to the fact that you just opening your eyes. you laid there in bed for a while, your body adjusting to just waking up. you stood up and let out a groan as you stretched. you grabbed an outfit from your dresser and wandered to the bathroom. you changed into a fresh, clean outfit, clipping your saber to your belt. you brushed your teeth and washed your face. you headed out of your quarters to the meeting area. your footsteps made noise in the halls, once you arrived to the meeting room you let yourself in. you walked in to kylo and hux mid argument. you sat in your chair as they continued their argument.
"what am i supposed to do?" hux yelled at kylo,
"my men are dying, no one is near the amount of skill y/n has!" hux continued to try to support his case.
"i said no." kylo said sternly.
"you don't even like the girl! just let her go!" hux began striking a nerve in kylo.
"i am trying to train her! do you know how hard it is to train someone who didn't grow up learning this?" kylo yelled back.
you just sat there in your chair, the sight of kylo getting all worked up was extremely attractive.
"maybe, just maybe, if you knew how to run things, shit like this wouldn't be happening!" hux snapped back harshly.
at that point you stood up from your chair,
"hux! completely out of line." you yelled at him.
both of the boys quieted down and listened to you.
"you do not get to insult the way kylo is running things because your troops are dying, maybe you should learn to train them better." you snapped.
"thank you." kylo spoke softly, but you didn't stop, you proceeded to take a deep breath in and go after kylo,
"kylo, if you don't want to train me, then fucking don't. i get that i'm a bit hard to train, but bare with me since i'm just fucking learning." you stormed out of the room, heading to the training room.
you arrived at the training room and let yourself in, you didn't bother locking the door. you unclipped your saber from your belt and turned it on. you grabbed one of the training robots and set it up. you began swinging your saber at all of the shots the robot was taking at you. you heard the door of the training room open, you didn't bother looking. you continued to block shots from the robot.
"y/n." kylo yelled.
you stopped the robot and turned your saber off.
"what." you turned around and looked at him.
kylo approached you, you stood there completely stiff. at this point kylo was standing over you.
"thank you." he spoke softly once more.
"don't thank me." you looked at him, trying to hold your anger in.
"here, train with me and let it all out." he stepped back from you, unclipping his saber from his belt and turning it on, you did the same. you lunged at him and swung your saber, he blocked every hit. he walked straight, making you walk backwards. he tripped over your feet once again and dropped his saber. he was hovering over you once again. you turned your saber off and dropped it. your eyes met his, your cheeks heated up.
"i-" you were going to apologize, you felt kylo's lips collide with yours.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, he pulled away and looked at you.
"i'm sorry." he spoke, you just pulled him back down and placed a kiss on his lips once more.
kylo leaned his forehead against yours, whilst you were laying in the middle of the training room,
"i don't hate you." kylo spoke softly,
"i'm just not really good with expressing feelings." he stood up, helping you up as well.
"i realized that one." you let out a soft chuckle.
"would you like to go on a date?" he laughed nervously, awaiting your answer.
"of course i would." you smiled at him.
you two grabbed your sabers and clipped them to your belts. you exited the training room together.
"would you rather just go for a ride around the galaxy?" kylo asked.
you nodded. you didn't feel as if you had to do something big and special, you just wanted to spend time with kylo as usual. you two made your way to kylo's private aircraft, he helped you climb in then climbed in behind you. he sat in the piloting seat as you two took off amongst the galaxy. you admired the blackness around you with the small specs of light. you sat beside kylo and grasped his hand while you two were at a small standstill. you placed a soft kiss on his lips. you wouldn't replace this first date for any other one. it was absolutely perfect. kylo continued to move through space, at this point your eyes were fixated on him, a smile appeared on his face,
"i can see you staring." he chuckled.
"you're just so handsome." you smiled at him.
kylo blushed and began bringing you two back to the ship. you two made small talk on the way back, you couldn't help but keep laughing along the way. you made it back to the ship, kylo got out then helped you get out.
"let me walk you back to your quarters." he blushed lightly.
you and kylo wandered back to your quarters,
"thank you for everything you've done." you spoke, you were excited for the next chapter you two might share.
"anything for you." he spoke softly.
you arrived at your quarters. kylo planted a kiss on your lips, then on your forehead.
"i'll see you for training tomorrow dear." a smile tugged at the end of his lips as you went into your quarters.
he began walking to his quarters
"yes!" he yelled softly to himself.
a/n: this was actually quite interesting to write and i really enjoyed it. this is my longest kylo x reader so far. feel free to leave some requests!!
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My Loyalty Is Yours (Ivar x Reader)
Hey, this one. I like it but its kinda long. Don’t know how long it is. but yerp. Love my cripple God Ivar the Boneless, kind of miss his ruthless behavior. Miss that psycho tang he had in season 5. Can’t wait for the finale. (Admire my beautiful crazy baby)
Summary : Reader is interrogated by Bjorn to why you were imprisoned instead of fighting for Ivar, the man you dedicated your life to. You are his right hand, his most trusted and most loyal.
Warning: Violence. Mentions of rape. Pretty sad. Death.
“Why are you still here?” Gruff and tough. You were on your knees, hands tied behind your back, body tattered and bruised from torture. Bjorn sat with pride on the dark throne, carved from maple oak wood, where not too long ago you were standing next to. Not sitting, not below but standing beside. Now, a bloody mess grovelling at the hands of another ruler. “Why were you imprisoned and not fighting for my brother?” He leaned forward, light silver-ish eyes boring into yours with such dominant demeanour, it reminded you of a hunter looking down on its prey.
“It’s good to see you too, Bjorn Ironside.” Your voice was dry from the long days of imprisonment. The lack of food and water and rest. Your lips curved upwards smugly and spat the blood that kissed your teeth. Pushing yourself into a comfortable position, you spread your legs forward and slumped against the man standing behind you. A grunt leaving your lips. “I’m surprised to see you but, somewhat...happy.”
“Enough.” You knew Bjorn Ironside, you knew his brothers, Ubba, Hviserk, Singurd and especially Ivar. After the disappearance of Ragnar Lothbrook, when all the boys were teenagers and older, you made an appearance. In fact, it was exactly in the same predicament you’re in now. On your knees, bleeding and at the mercy of the ruler of Kattegat. “Answer me woman or I swear by the Gods that I will not hesitate to kill you right here, right now.” Bjorn was impatient, his fists clenched and teeth seethed waiting for your response. Your excuse.
“It’s simple, I couldn’t do Ivar’s bidding anymore.” When you arrived in Kattegat many years ago, you had a purpose. A clear and meaningful reason for your living. It was to serve and protect Ivar from everything and anything. All your life before Kattegat and the sons of Ragnar, it was about survival and fulfilling the wishes of the Gods. The visions or dreams of a sort that haunted you every night, led you to Kattegat. “I betrayed him.” The words felt venomous like burning water poured down your throat. You could taste the metallic flavour of your own blood.
“Tch and how do you suppose I should believe what you say?” Bjorn scoffed, intrigued by your honest response. It was a private meeting, with only you, the King of Kattegat, Ubba and his wife and Lagertha. They all stared and listened intently.
“Bjorn’s right, (Y/N). We all know of your dedication towards my little brother. What reason is there for you to betray him even though, I recall, your purpose was to serve and protect him.” Ubba finally spoke, his striking blue orbs filled with conflict of pain but also righteousness. It wasn’t easy for him to see the girl he once thought as a little sister and a good friend, covered in different wounds that were dripping with blood and crusting from dirt and rotting flesh. You missed Ubba. His gentle and kind heart. You missed having his friendship, the days of endless drinking and dancing and fighting. “Does your loyalty change?”
“Ubba. My sweet and gentle Ubba.” The memory still seemed fresh yet so far away. The days where you’d share stories and laugh over a cup of ale as he tried to flirt with other women and as you watched longingly at Ivar. They were all turned to ash when your swords met during the fight over Kattegat, working alongside Ivar and King Harald and Hvitserk. “I don’t wish you to believe me. That is your own choice and decision, a right I do not own.” Ubba frowned at your answer, not at all proving a reason to keep you alive. “However, I am still loyal to Ivar. I always will be.” Ubba’s jaw clenched, expecting a different response and the hope behind his warm ocean orbs, crushed.
“I don’t understand. You say you betray Ivar but yet, still loyal to him. That does not make sense.” Torvi spoke up from beside her husband, beautiful blonde hair glowing like pure ember that her murderous and calloused hands betrayed. You knew she was a strong woman and you smiled, happy that Ubba found a great wife and shieldmaiden.
“I did not betray Ivar the way you think I did.” You remember the exchange, vividly. The night you wanted out. The night you refused Ivar’s wishes. The night he broke your heart. Letting out a long sigh, you closed your eyes and reminisced in the painful memory. All of it came back to you like an arrow diving into your heart. The tears, the emotions, the words, the blood, the action and the choice. “Two moons before the attack, Queen Freydis gave birth to the supposed divine son of God Ivar.” Your voice mocked the word God as if talking to the self-proclaimed man himself. Imagining the scowl crossing his face and then the bitter insult he’d snark back. “The boy, you see, was...different. He wasn’t what Ivar expected. He saw him as himself, crippled and ruined. And so, he ordered me to kill him. To kill his own child.” Your eyes locked with Bjorn’s filled with burning tears and suppressed emotions. “And I did. I left him out in the cold, leaving the crying babe to defend for itself. Left it for a pack of foxes that ended up eating him, but even still, the baby was dead beforehand because it was too cold.” Your voice started to shake, recalling the cries, the innocent shrieks of a pleading and freezing child in the middle of the forest on a sharp winter night.
“No, no, you didn’t. Y-you couldn’t have. Ivar forced you to, the (Y/N) I knew wouldn’t have done that. She wouldn’t of-.” Ubba intervened, distraught by the news and took a few steps closer to your hunched figure. His eyes pleading for you to be joking as sick as it was, he hoped you were lying, kidding. But you weren’t.
“You’re wrong.” You snapped, aimed your stern glare towards your best friend. “I did Ubba. It may have been Ivar’s wish, but I could have rejected, I could have chosen otherwise. The girl you were once friends with, is long gone.” It was true, all that time you spent with Ivar had changed you. Slowly but surely twisting that once righteous and somewhat innocent soul into nothing but a slave to a monster. A heartless and dutiful dog. You took another deep breath, swallowing the emotions clogged in your throat and returned your famous stoic and expressionless mask. “But after that night, I could no longer do it anymore. I could no longer be that person and I told him, I was done. I was done with killing innocents and slaughtering the people I grew up with. But oh no, it was not a good enough reason. Ivar screamed and yelled and we were like that for a while.”
“Ivar, I’m done.” You uttered barely above a whisper, standing in front of your supposed God with the cold of the night's air still nipping at your cheeks and fingertips. The merciless man froze in his seat, motioning for his men to quiet and turned away from his wife who was clueless by your doings.
“What did you say?” His tone was gentle and soft but still filled with cruelty and opposing anger. The fire behind his icy blue eyes burned like wildfire. The smile, however fake it may be, was dangerous and deadly. Daring you to speak again. His men soon noticed his change of behaviour and lowered their heads, their flappering mouths came to a pause but their ears burned with curiosity.
“You heard me, I’m done. I cannot do this anymore.”
“Please, leave us.” Ivar spoke calmly, waiting for his men and wife to leave the room. To leave you two alone to discuss the current matter. It was normal. Mundane for you two to argue about things, his battle tactics, his childish behaviour or your reckless demeanour and your hostile behaviour towards everyone. Soon enough, it was just you and him.
“I will be leaving Kattegat at first light tomorrow morning. I wanted to tell you this before going and to inform you that Hvitserk is now the leader of your armies before the attack from Bjorn and King Harald.” You stood, waiting for a reply from Ivar. You did not expect him to huff, lean back into his chair and continue eating his meal.
“You can’t.” He hummed, a smile spreading across his lips.
“And why can’t I?” His immature behaviour pushed your buttons.
“Because I rule over you and you are mine. Bound to me by the fates of the Gods, you say so yourself.” Ivar spoke smugly, happy with himself and thought his reasoning to be perfect and completely reasonable. “Besides, why would you leave? You have everything that you need and could ever want. You have done nothing wrong.” You were left awestruck for a split second. Staring at Ivar like he’d grown two heads.
“Nothing wrong?” Your voice picked up in disbelief, your voice beginning to falter as your heart pounded and your mind sped up. Flashes of obeying his orders coming to mind. All the deaths, all the screams, all the killing on your hands. “Nothing wrong!? Ivar, I just finished killing your son! Your baby! And you think that is everything I want and need?!” You were glad everyone had left and that the walls were made with solid timber and the clash of thunder and rain roared outside. Ivar snapped his head back, not liking the way you raised your tone at him as if you were superior.
“Do not talk to me as if I am lesser than you.” Ivar growled and grabbed his crutch to stand up and limped towards your figure draped in leather and cloth. His eyes widened and glared down at you.
“I am not speaking to you as if you are lesser than me, I am yelling at you because I am angry.” You could feel thick tears burn your placid brown orbs, ready to spill and your throat ready to crack. “I am angry and tired of killing people. That is all I do and see Ivar. Is death. Is blood. All their bodies. People I know, people that have once called me friends, I killed in cold blood. All because of...all because…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, Ivar’s heated gaze trapped on you and breathing in every word you screamed wholeheartedly.
“All because of what, hmm? All because of what? Go on, finish the sentence. All because of me, right?” His voice seethed, his tone dark and heavy as he leaned in closer to your face so you could hear and feel his wrath through his breathing. “Yes, blame me. Blame me like I forced you to do that. I gave you a choice. Everytime, I told you, you didn’t have to do it. But yet, you accepted. So, this...this isn’t just my fault. This is your doing too. You had a choice to make, to walk with clean hands or to kill for me?” Both Ivar’s hands came around your shoulders, squeezing tight and his nails dug into your clothes. “You think I wanted you to kill my son, huh?! You think I wanted that? No, I did not! But I wasn’t going to have him grow up just like I did. A cripple. A laughingstock for everyone. A reason to pity. A harder life to live.” You stared up at him with shocked facials, staring at the pure and passionate emotions he was displaying.
“And that gives you the right? That’s supposed to make me feel better. To make me feel like I’m no longer a monster.” You shoved his hands off of you and stomped your feet on the ground. “Everything I have done, I have done for you. I have protected you, killed hundreds for you, lied for you, been raped for you, been defiled and humiliated...for you.”
“Then why do you stay? I know the Gods do not wish this upon you. So please, do not give me your poor excuse of it being the Gods doing, that I am your fate, your duty, your responsibility. Because I know, there is more to it.” His fists came to your collar and clenched. You could feel your emotions overtake your usual calm and strategic mind, overthrowing all sense out the window and before you know it, you punched him across the face. Striking him down onto the ground with a thud, he growled.
“Because I love you. I love you so much that it hurts.” Tears were now violently falling from your cheeks as you slumped on the floor, glaring at Ivar - the cripple who stole your heart, silently, slowly but completely. He didn’t say a word, his jaw didn’t shut and his eyes didn’t waver. “All my life, I never knew what family was. I didn’t know what it was like to love. And then I find you and of course, I thought these emotions were the feelings the Gods had put on me, what it was like to actually find their duty and responsibility. But then, I fell in love with you. It was no longer the Gods who kept me by your side, it was my heart.”
The fight still pained you to this day. It was one of your greatest regrets but one of your most needed encounters in your life. You had been sitting in silence for a while now, just staring out to nothing until Bjorn Ironside finally spoke. His patience ran thin and wanted answers. There were visible tears falling from your eyes, stinging your prior wounds across your cheeks but not enough for you to care.
“Right.” You coughed, clearing your throat in hopes of ridding the obvious hurtful emotions that were on show for everyone to see. “I told him that I...that I loved him and for a long time he didn’t say anything and I left. However, just as I predicted, he sent his men to kill me and proclaimed that I was a murderer, a traitor and a spy working for your armies.” You let out a dry laugh, the betrayal and the disappointment hurting you. It was silly to think that you would expect Ivar to let you leave. It was naive to think that he’d feel the same, that he loved you enough to let you go. It was stupid enough for you to hope, that the great Ivar the Boneless, would put his paranoia for power and victory to actually let you escape. He was too caught up in the idea that you’d betray him. And in his mind, you wanting to leave was already a betrayal. So, therefore, you did betray him. “And now, here I am, alive to live another day.”
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What Kind Of A World Are We Living In?
The Lost Boys x The Walking Dead Crossover
Warnings: blood imagery, death, some very vague TWD spoilers, bad language
Context: So @browneyes528 , @lostbetweenvampiresandmusic and I kinda came up with an idea for a crossover between these fandoms, and it basically entails David meeting Negan for the first time.
A/N: This is my first time writing Negan, so I hope it's not too bad! I enjoyed writing this; it's quite fun to combine the things I enjoy 😂😅💛
Masterlist.
Originally, David had made it clear that he wanted no part in joining any groups they came across on their travels, impressing this on the boys on multiple occasions, especially when "food" was scarce. Even before he'd turned, he'd never been a particularly social person, so the outbreak of "biters" as one group they'd encountered had called them was perfect for his naturally guarded personality, as it meant he never had to interact with people he didn't like as much as he used to, back in Santa Carla in the good old days. Only one problem came with the outbreak: the amount of available people to feed on was slowly decreasing, and the biters do not taste nearly as good.
However, this changed when he came across a rather interesting character, whose name he had yet to figure out, whilst on a hunt, the others having spread out through the area to find possible sources of blood. For once, David was walking through the dense forest rather than flying over it, avoiding the biters wherever possible, easily decapitating those that stumbled too close to him with the machete he "borrowed" from a previous victim, though in theory there was no need to do so, seeing as they didn't seem to care about the taste of vampire flesh, and their bites wouldn't do anything to them anyway. He'd started to give up hope of finding any source of life, until he picked up the sounds of voices a little way off, interest spiking as he headed off in that direction, hunger growing as the familiar scent of fresh blood reached him, the smell clearly emanating from a large area ahead of him. Following with more vigour, he soon came across the odd gathering of people; a semi-circle of sorts was formed around an old RV, a number of them kneeling on the floor in front of a horde of armed soldier-type men and women. Vehicles surrounded them, a collection of armoured trucks and pickups, as well as a couple of motorbikes (which he greatly envied, seeing as he and the boys had had to leave theirs back in Santa Carla for lighter travel) solidifying the would-be intimidating group into an almost impenetrable wall. Normally, he'd signal for the other boys to join him, there being too many for him to finish off alone, but something stopped him in his tracks. Or rather, someone.
A tall man went to the RV, having said something relevant to the kneeling people, opening the door to reveal another man, who stepped into the light with a large grin on his face. Instantly, David's focus was on the newcomer, eyebrow raising at his choice of attire - a black leather jacket, red scarf and dark jeans, though what really caught his eye was the baseball bat, which was wrapped in barbed wire, a deadly weapon he wished he could see in action. Despite the circumstances (it being an apocalypse and all), the newcomer was clean and undirtied, as if he had somewhere to return to where he could shower and change into clean clothes, and his entire attitude around the gathered people only proved to David that this man was the leader.
His eyes remained fixed on him, taking in the laid-back, yet clearly authoritative stance and movements, not listening to what was being said until the familiar sound of an old song floated up to him from the leader, each line punctuated by a point of the bat at a kneeling person, all of whom appeared terrified.
"Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, catch a tiger by his toe..."
The black-clad leader's voice was taunting, his fingers visibly clenching around the handle of the bat as he came to a halt in front of a thick-set ginger guy, who stared up the length of the weapon with a confidence only bred in the military.
David could only watch with grudging appreciation as the leader then proceeded to beat the hell out of the guy's head, spreading the ginger man's brains all over the dusty tarmac with a brutal finality.
It only took the sight of this to change David's mind about joining a group, his mind made up as he watched the leader tease and taunt the rest of the group, nearly rising in anger when a dishevelled brunette sprung forward to punch him in the jaw, smirking to himself when another guy had his head smashed to pieces in retaliation. This guy knew how to demonstrate his ultimate dominance over his people.
Unfortunately, he had to wait another few weeks or so until he got the chance to meet this guy again, at which point he'd already informed the others of this new group he had found, eager to figure out what this guy's reaction would be to finding a coven of vampires asking to ally with him. To say the boys had been surprised was an understatement; Paul nearly fell from the roof they were perched on, Dwayne only just managing to pull him back up again, Marko staring, wide-eyed, at his leader. Unsurprisingly, they had all wanted to see this guy for themselves, not quite believing that a human could be as brutal and remorseless as David made him out to be, thus starting a search for the base of these people, though it was mostly unsuccessful, until one summer night.
The four of them hovered over the decrepit motorway below, eyes searching for any signs of movements, each of them as bored as the others, having had less luck finding food in the last few weeks, seeing as everyone seemed to be letting themselves die in ways that meant they would become a biter, which was not helpful at all. By now, they'd been out for a good four hours, their hunger levels through the roof - they'd only found a group of two loners the day before, meaning that they hadn't eaten nearly enough to satisfy them. At his point, Marko and Paul decided they needed to start acting dramatic, theatrically dropping from the sky every now and then, only to catch themselves after a few metres, complaining about how tired and hungry they were the entire time, neither of them letting up, even when Dwayne threatened to stake them both. They were whinging so much they never noticed the little band of people on the motorway below them, the tiny group having just emerged from the trees lining the side of the road, until David pointed them out, licking his lips in anticipation, his vampiric features contorting his face as he led the dive down.
Whooping in triumph and relief, the four of them descended on the group of five, each of them claiming a victim right off the bat, tearing into their chosen person with a vigour born of deep-rooted hunger, blood erupting in macabre fountains from the newly made wounds. The rich fluid coated their chins and fangs, staining their already filthy clothes further as the screaming people writhe and struggle in their respective grips, each one gradually dying in full view of the fifth, who had yet to race off in the other direction, which would've been the smart thing to do. As it happened, the horrified girl never stood a chance, swiftly being taken out by David as he took his fill from her, passing her barely alive body on to an eagerly waiting Paul, who was only to happy to sink his fangs into her skin, tearing her throat out with a grim efficiency.
In their feeding frenzy, none of them had noticed the envoy of vehicles slowly approaching from the north, a familiar RV amongst them, until the beaming headlights were focused on them, drawing the vampires' attention. Dropping the corpses, each vampire moved to stand beside David, who stuck his gloved hands in his pockets and watched the cars approach, smirking at the realisation of who it is, glad that their first encounter involved him covered in fresh blood from a victim he just spent a few enjoyable minutes tearing to pieces, knowing that his appearance must be horrifying. Beside him, the others stood their ground, Marko moving to bite at his thumb, only to swiftly think better of it, hooking it in the belt loops of his jeans instead. Ahead of them, each vehicle came to a halt, a group of armed people stepping forward with rifles and shotguns aimed at them, a sight which brought a slight grin to David's lips, the door to the RV opening to reveal the guy from before, a somewhat confused yet confident expression on his face.
"It's nearly two in the morning and I have to sort out a bunch of cannibals on the road? What kinda world are we living in?!" The leader joked with one of his cronies, eyeing the motley group of blood stained boys with no trepidation at all.
"A dying one, I reckon." David called out to him in way of response, their eyes locking, almost as if challenging each other.
"Well, then I guess it all depends on who you ask, don't it?" A wide grin appeared on the guy's face as he looked David over, clearly impressed by what he saw, "Damn, you are creepy as shit! You look totally badass!"
David's eyes narrowed a bit at his words, suspicious of the guy's odd compliments.
"If that's what you think, then sure." He responded, choosing his words carefully.
"What I think? Hell, no, that's not what I think. It's what I know." He confirmed, leaning back on his heels, his bat resting over one shoulder, "I'm Negan."
"David."
"David? Your name is David? I'm gonna have to figure out something better than that, something more badass."
For once, David chose not to let his offense at the statement determine how he acted, instead remaining in place with a neutral expression.
"If you must." He bit out, deciding to get straight to the point, "We've been looking for you."
Surprise seemed to cross Negan's face at this confession, eyebrows momentarily drawing together in confusion.
"You've been looking for me? Why in the hell would you do that?"
"I saw you beat two people's heads in a few weeks back, and you left a good impression on me. I thought you might like the help of four vampires in your group, who have no qualms about killing anyone." David informed him, nearly rolling his eyes at the disbelieving look on their faces.
"I left a good impression on someone like you because I beat the shit outta two people? Damn, you are messed up, I'll give you that." Negan smirked, pointing at David with his bat, "But I cannot give you the vampire bullshit. Who in the hell still believes in them?"
"People with sense." He grinned in reply, his features changing into their vampiric forms, lips peeling back to reveal his razor sharp fangs.
For a long moment, everyone is silent, Negan's eyes fixed on David's face, clearly taken aback by the turn of events, though the smile is quick to return.
"I owe you damn apology, David, that is terrifying. Like real, pant-pissing, shitting-yourself terrifying." He complimented again, seemingly considering something, "You still up for helping me out? Because I have a job that I think will suit you guys just fine."
"Sure thing, as long as the price is decent."
Negan stepped forwards, bat back on his shoulder, a conspiratorial smirk on his lips.
"There's a certain group of people who need the shit scaring outta them. Their leader is a prick named Rick, or Rick the Prick as I call him, and he needs an attitude adjustment."
#the lost boys#joel schumacher#vampire#david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland#paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#marko(the lost boys)#the walking dead#Megan#negan fic#crossover#Rick Grimes#Daryl Dixon
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more tgcf chapters 143-173 lets goooooo
PEI MING BOO HISS except actually okay he’s mostly funny i think but still boo hiss
“hey who’s this guy who’s really pissed at you?” “oh thats my sword. i broke it.” alright then!
i think i need to go back and reread the banyue pass arc bc im still confused as to whats going on with banyue and pei su
“Banyue dropped from the sky with two pots raised. Without a word, she plummeted with the mouths of the pots facing down, trapping and detaining the shocked Ming’guang and the roaring Ke Mo within.” - THATS MY GIRL
“It must be known that, to heavenly officials, it certainly was more than natural for kingdoms of the mortal realm to fight and annihilate one another; the acts of these plays progressing on endlessly. But when it came their own turn, it was often hard to let things go. If one must stand in the same court as the one who annihilated their own kingdom, and that man cavorted in the heavens, exceedingly flashy, then it must be vexing.” - hmmmm!!
“I’ve spoken too many words in this lifetime. What are you referring to?” - okay to be fair thats a mood
okay its nice to get some pei ming backstory and its funny that he and xie lian are bonding but also still whenever pei ming interacts with a female character my hackles rise like a cat lol
“Xie Lian watched as Banyue thought really hard before cheerfully pulling out a few long, wine-red scorpion-snakes, and putting them into the bubbling pot.” - THATS MY GIRL
“Although “smell” was something colourless and formless, the instant Banyue removed the pot cover, it was as if some mysterious physical object had twisted all the air around the mouth of that pot.
The group stared at the sight within the pot for a long time. Their pupils reflected an endless, bottomless darkness; like it could pull them into the abyss. No words could describe the sentiment expressed within their eyes. A moment later, Xie Lian patted Banyue’s shoulder and gave a thumbs-up.” - like father-figure like daughter-figure. amazing.
“However, what if one day mortals discovered something completely new that ran faster than horses? Then, when this new invention overtook horses, worshippers of this heavenly official who controlled horses would inevitably decrease. Such heavenly officials, flashing by like shooting stars, made up the majority of the heavens.” - obsessed with this, genuinely. life and change. worship and its purpose. my religious studies diploma on my wall is screaming at me rn. ALSO i am once again thinking about celebrities
“...” It was only then that Pei Ming seemed to notice, and started to contemplate this question. A moment later, he answered, “A habit. In a dark, creepy place like this, isn’t it normal to hold women in your arms, to comfort them and calm their fears?”
“I’m sorry, but I wasn’t scared,” Banyue said.” - BANYUE I LOVE YOU. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH. god this takes me back to every college party i ever went to
LING WEN BACKSTORY????? shoeseller chosen for godhood bc she wrote a political essay and got arrested...... and now she’s face to face with the official who appointed her..... do go on.....
“Ling Wen laughed out loud, seeming to be enraged, and her voice dropped. “Very well! You said I couldn’t reach that high. Then, might I ask you: had the prominence of the Palace of Jing Wen at its peak ever reached even the knees of my Palace of Ling Wen??” - GET HIM!!!! BOO HISS JING WEN
“Compared to you, I’m not that bad,” Ling Wen said. “You’d personally order me to stay in the Palace of Jing Wen until midnight, then turn around and say I shamelessly hang around ‘til late to harass you. Words murder without form; I was much nicer responding with blatant violence.” - ling wen im love you..... also this bit... feels Real
BLOOD RAIN BLOOD RAIN BLOOD RAIN!! FLOWER PETALS TRANSFORMATION!!! see hua cheng? look as how cool it can be when you leave the story for a little while!! bc then you get to return and make an entrance!!
“Not only can you bring forth bloody rain, you can also make flowers shower. I didn’t know that. How fun!” - cute!! and in that moment we were all xie lian
“Everyone was stunned by his deed, and Ling Wen arduously gave him a thumbs-up.
”Ol’ Pei, what a man!”
Pei Ming gritted his teeth. “WELCOME!” - aww three two tumors buddies!!
okay yin yu is here and xie lian did the equivalent of asking someone when the baby is due only to find out theyre not pregnant at all. then rong guang taunts yin yu and no one says anything. i do love the amount of awkward moments in this book tbh sometimes there are no words.
“All around was sand and mud crushing at him, exceedingly suffocating. The sand and mud was also moving endlessly; the feeling was like he was swallowed into the stomach of a giant monster, and that monster had also eaten a bunch of other things besides him, tumbling everything in its stomach, trying to digest” - ooooh creepy!!! the red string thing... is cute.... also xie lian being able to see hua cheng’s butterfly vision by looking directly into his eye is kinda cool. and obviously homoerotic.
“Are lower-ranked heavenly officials below other people?” Quan Yizhen asked.
“No,” Yin Yu replied.
Were they not?
It was obvious that he himself didn’t believe in his own words, and Quan Yizhen also noticed.
A good while later, he said bluntly, “I don’t like it here.”
Yin Yu said nothing.” - im having emotions. and then yin yu also saying he doesnt like it there either.... also idk how this scene is going to play out but as much as im enjoying quan yizhen being an icon i can also possibly see how yin yu could eventually get to the point of “i am tired of being nice. i do just want to go apeshit” even if he really cares about qyz. it happens </3
“Indeed,” Hua Cheng said. “Half a year later when Quan Yizhen actually ascends, he won’t find it so funny anymore.”
“Can we watch that part too?” Xie Lian asked.
“We can. Hold on,” Hua Cheng replied.” - quan yizhen king of taking things literally. also why did this turn into hualian having a movie night
jian yu seems like the kind of asshole who would purposely give someone regular soda when they specifically asked for diet soda. god yin yu is really having a bad day i really feel for him in the whole situation with the brocade immortal
awww okay at least jian yu tried to take responsibility. im still mad at him tho that was objectively a terrible idea. god this whole situation sucked :(
“Rocks and earth crushed at them from all around, forcing their bodies to press tightly against one another, their faces brushing, their ears warm. Although it wasn’t the right time, a thought flashed through Xie Lian’s mind: “‘To die buried together’ doesn’t feel so bad.” - okay... im kind of emotional.... gay people....
okay obviously these murals and the prince of wuyong have some connection (im guessing pretty direct) to xie lian and are important but everytime they start analyzing one i feel like im back in art history class fhadskfhskjdhf not that thats a bad thing!! i liked art history a lot tbh
“Don’t worry, they’re not human,” Hua Cheng said.
“It’s precisely because they’re not human that we have to worry, alright….” Xie Lian thought.” - goth ghost bf problems
xie lian: well, there is one person i trust more than anyone else, someone who’s first in my mind
hua cheng, oblivious: oh :/
xie lian, also oblivious: what?
hua cheng: you shouldnt trust so easily its dangerous
xie lian: oh. haha. yeah. well. wanna,,, know who it is?
hua cheng: its :) fine :) it :) doesnt :) matter :) but of course you can tell me if you want to gege
xie lian, internally: well now ive made it weird
hua cheng, 5 minutes later: actually i need you to tell me. right now. its totally for your security
me: gay people smh
“As they suspected, he had been captured by Qi Rong. Although no one was bound by ropes, there were balls of greasily green ghost fires hovering over every one of their heads.” - completely off track but anybody else remember the great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts song
“Could there actually come a day when Qi Rong was embarrassed that someone might see the manner in which he ate?
Before Xuan Ji entered, she put Guzi down. Guzi, ta-ta-ta, ran in, rushing straight to Qi Rong’s side. But when he saw him, he pointed his finger.
He cried, “Dad is eating bad things in secret again!”
“I’m not!” Qi Rong retaliated.” SCREAM IS QI RONG LEARNING THE POWER OF LOVE NOOOO also god that poor man whose body he has im starting to doubt if he’ll ever be free jimmy novak flashbacks
everytime we get another ghost king power somewhere someone should be writing hua cheng the cyborg bf in a high tech futuristic au i think thats the only other potential setting that could truly capture this wild ride
“In truth, throughout history, there was no man in the world who didn’t love bragging. A breeze could blow the handkerchief of a brothel girl into a man’s hand, and he would turn around and say the most beautiful of renowned escorts had fallen in love with him; holding shoes and wiping benches for the emperor’s mistress’s uncle’s grandson’s cousin’s mistress would for sure become him being an important administrator at the residence of royal relatives, raising his status. Thus, men who didn’t brag were a rare species.” - SCREAM this is going in my favorite tgcf quotes folder god... mxtx come here let me shake your hand
read the story of rain master yushi huang’s ascension. why am i crying. also this bit im crying again me with my stuffed animals “Thus, while Yushi Huang was cultivating at the Temple of Yulong, every time when she went to seek water and passed that door, she would rub the head of that ox. The door knocker soaked in her essence of life, and when the Rain Master ascended, the ox ascended with her.”
okay thats enough for now i have 7 more chapters to book 4!!! woo!!!
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MOB! SEBASTIAN x TALL! READER
PART III OF THE MASTERPIECE SERIES
Warnings: Slight blood reference, mentions of torture but not really
Word Count: 1.9k
Genre: A weird hybrid mix of feelings, some angst and fluff.
Notes: Enjoy! And do share your thoughts! All feedback is welcome!
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Upon reaching your house, you slowly opened the door. “Sofia? You there?” Stepping into the foyer, you called out for your friend. Sebastian right behind you. “I like what you’ve done with the place,” he said looking around. You hummed in response as you headed towards your bedroom. He made a move to follow but you held up a hand to stop him. “Stay here. I’m not running or calling for help.” You raised your hands and waggled your fingers. “Some idiot must have taken my phone last night when they bonked me.” Sebastian had the decency to look embarrassed. He muttered an apology and ran a hand through his hair. “Cute,” you said making eye contact. His eyes showed a flicker of surprise, mildly taken aback. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing as you went inside your bedroom. Seeing Sofia’s sleeping form you relaxed knowing that she hadn’t worried about your sudden disappearance in the middle of the night. You looked at your alarm clock. 11:17.
“Sofia! Wake up! You have a meeting with your advisor at 12!” You shook her awake. She sat up with a jolt. “My thesis,” she cried. “Y/N! Why didn’t you wake me sooner?” “You slept through your alarm! And I was,” your gaze went to Sebastian who was looking extremely interested in the picture frames and trinkets that littered your mantel place. Yes, you were one of those people who liked the idea of fireplaces in your house. “I was out.” You brought your eyes back to Sofia’s, hoping that she hadn’t noticed Sebastian but it was too late. She looked in his direction. “Ooh. Someone was having fun this morning. Is that why your hair look like that?” Your hands immediately flew to your hair. “Like what?” “You have a case of what I call sex-hair. Its really bad. Especially given how he’s dressed and you are wearing that.” You looked at her offended, “These are my favourite Captain America pyjamas. Besides. That is NOT what we were doing. I was out for breakfast and then ran into him. He gave me a ride home.” “And you invited him in?” You inwardly facepalmed. ‘You complete idiot Y/N. You walked right into that one. Deflect and deflect hard.’ “So nosy. Not a good look for a bride to be. And you’re late. Get up and get ready,” you said pulling her up to her feet and pushing her into the bathroom. Sofia laughed, closing the door behind herself. You let out a breath and started to gather some of your stuff. Sebastian entered your bedroom holding up a picture. “Cute baby,” he teased. “I know. I was adorable. I mean have you seen these cheeks?” You turned to face him and squished your face. He let out a genuine laugh. “You’re really something Y/N. I just can’t figure out what exactly, but I seem to like it.”
He moved closer. You looked deep into his eyes trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. “I like it a lot.” He took another step leaving only a few inches of space between the two of you. He leaned closer. ‘Oh my god, he’s serious. He’s gonna -’ Before you had time to finish your thought, you felt a warm pair of lips on your own. Your eyes widened in surprise before you snapped out of it and kissed him back. The kiss was soft and comforting. Like feeling the sun on your face in winter. A hand found its way to rest on your hip and your hands instinctively gripped his suit jacket, pulling him closer. You had shut your eyes sometime within the first three seconds of being kissed and all sorts of alarms were going off in your brain. ‘You’re kissing the guy who kidnapped you. Why? Why in the world are you kissing him and why are you liking it? Stop it. Stop it. Be sane woman, you do not kiss people who’ve murdered other people.’ Forcing yourself to stop, you took a dazed step back. “Sebastian, I don’t know why I did that.” “Are you telling me you don’t want to do it again?” “If we’d met under different circumstances and you hadn’t, you know, killed my neighbour. Are you seeing where I’m coming from?” You chewed on your lip as you hesitated. He took a step back and fixed his jacket. “Its fine, Y/N. I get it,” he answered smoothly, pushing back his stray hair. “I don’t think you do. I am not opposed to your lifestyle. I just want to know more about you before moving further. I don’t know anything about you! I don’t even know why you got her killed?” You swallowed harshly. “I don’t like not knowing and I get the feeling that you don’t either.”
He took your hands in his own, dropping the picture frame on your bed. “Hey, you don’t understand. Even though there is this whole murdered neighbour thing, I would never let anything happen to you and I would never hurt you. I know that we’ve not even known each other for a full day but I can’t get you out of my mind.” You gave him a weak smile as he went on. “I’ve never felt this way before and I don’t know how to act.” “Me neither. I know I should hate you and think of ways to get rid of you, but I can’t. I can’t even think about leaving you cause I know I’ll be hurt.” He brought your hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. The sound of Sofia clearing her throat startled both of them, making them jump apart. The former was now fully dressed and ready to go. “Hi, I’m Sofia, as you must have heard Y/N screaming my name.” She held out a hand. Sebastian shook it. “Sebastian. Y/N’s latest,” his eyes met yours and you could’ve sworn they twinkled with mischief. “Conquest.” “You should be honoured. She doesn’t go for men that easy.” “Sofia,” you exclaimed throwing a cushion at her. Sebastian laughed. “I am.” He shot you a discrete wink as Sofia checked her phone. “I will be late tonight so don’t wait up. Also, dress rehearsal on Friday. Do NOT be late. And Sebastian, why don’t you come too? I’m sure we can squeeze you in next to her.” You internally screamed. ‘What on Earth does she think she’s doing? I may be extremely, extremely attracted to him but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let him anywhere near my best friend’s wedding.’ “I would love to. Thank you,” came his gracious reply.
Sofia waved good bye and left. You automatically collapsed on your bed. Sebastian looked at you thoughtfully. “Did you mean that? What you said?” “I rarely say things I don’t mean,” you replied sitting up. Pushing your hair from your face, you met his gaze. “I don’t really trust you yet, but I could. With time.” He nodded, “Fair enough. Come on. Let’s start packing.”
Within an hour you had finished. You put your belongings in his car began the drive back to his place. You were skimming through your thesis when you caught him staring at you from the corner of your eye. “What?” “You’re cute when you’re focused.” You snorted. “A person of my size doesn’t really fall in the category of cute after a certain age.” “You are. I think so.” You let his words hang in the air. Nobody, out of all the women and men you’d dated, had complimented you so freely, so often. It didn’t feel like much of a deal but there was always some hidden part of you deep, deep down that made you think, I am being too much? Are they keeping quiet cause they secretly don’t like that I’m bigger than them? Should I dial back a bit and stop? You weren’t a fan of dependency so you kept your relationships to a minimum.
As you reached the place that would be your new home till Sebastian was ready to let you go, you rubbed your forehead in tiredly. With all the partying, the murdering, the getting bonked on the head and running around behind your best friend’s back. You just wanted to change your clothes and fall asleep. “Come along, sleeping beauty.” He helped you with your stuff and led you to your new room. This one was exactly opposite to his on the first floor. Unlike the room you’d found yourself in, on the second and topmost floor. His place although big was minimally furnished. It had all essentials but nothing that gave it a home-y feel.
You made yourself comfortable in your new living area and then took a shower. You changed into a fresh pair of clothes and then went to see what Sebastian was up to. You knocked on his bedroom door but got no response. ‘He must be downstairs then.’ You headed down. This time you noticed a room at the far end of the foyer. It was easy to miss since it had a curtain half way pulled over it. You pushed the door slightly open and came face to face with a man covered in blood. “Y/N,” came Sebastian’s disapproving voice from behind you. “Sebastian.” “What are you doing, love? You don’t want to see this.” “I kinda do. Why is he here?” “He got caught trying to blow up one of my shipments.” “Shipments of what?” “Shipments of fake art.” You raised an eyebrow. “That’s a first. Usually one expects to hear drugs. Or escorts.” “I’m not a part of the usually. It’s actually easier to fake paintings and get them shipped instead of drugs. Make more money too.” “So, are you torturing him?” “I just want to find out who sent him and how did he know where to find my stuff. He refused to cooperate so I got a little creative.” He shrugged, snapping his fingers. A hulking man appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “Gerard. Take Miss Winchester here to her room, please.” “I don’t want to go.” “Sweetheart, what’s going to happen next, is not going to be pretty. Are you sure you want to be here for that?” “Yes,” you answered firmly. He looked at you. “Fine. But you’re staying outside the room.” You nodded, “Okay.” Sebastian and Gerard disappeared inside the room. A few minutes later, you heard pained screams. Followed by dark laughter and angry Chinese. You went over the Chinese once, twice then thrice in your head. Sebastian came out, wiping his hands on a handkerchief which he handed to Gerard behind him. Taking in your shocked expression, he looked at you, face pinched with concern. “I knew you should’ve gone upstairs again, love.” “No, you answered shakily. “If I had, I wouldn’t have heard that man confess to what’s about to happen.” “Well, translate his Chinese for me love, I don’t speak it.” “He said that he was sent as a decoy. I am their real target. They want me dead. And I have no clue why.”
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Girls Talk Boys
Summary: You thought you had enough trouble crushing on your friends when they were guys.
A/N: In collaboration with the fantastic @lost-in-a-fictional-world
Content: Gender swapping
Word Count: 3.8k
And away, and away we go!
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I was scrolling through various social media while laying on my couch, waiting for one of the boys to text me back. Suddenly there was a frantic knock on my door. Getting up from my position, I furrowed my brows and bit my bottom lip. Wondering who could possibly be at the door.
I opened up the door to see a pale, platinum blonde haired girl. She had on baggy black clothes. Her green eyes wide with panic. Behind her stood three other girls. One had slightly wavy brown hair and honey colored eyes. The next had curly golden blonde hair and baby blue eyes. And finally a tan girl with very curly black hair and deep brown eyes. None of their clothes fit their bodies.
They all looked very familiar, but I couldn’t quite place them. I thickly swallowed before stuttering, “Can-can I help you?”
They quickly pushed their way, slamming the front door shut behind them. “Can I help you?!” I repeated with more force, the slight panic causing my voice to climb higher. I had so many questions. Who were these girls? Why the hell were they in my house? And why the fuck did they look so god damn familiar?!
“Y/N, you gotta help us!” the one with brown hair told me frantically.
“How the fuck do you know my name?! How did you get here?!”
“IT’S US!” she screeched at me. “Something happened and you gotta help us switch back!”
My own eyes went wide with realization. Oh fuck...
“Ashton?!” I almost screeched back. She simply nodded her head.
“So that means you’re,” I pointed at the blonde with green eyes.
“Mike,” She finished.
I looked at the remaining two girls, “Luke? Calum?”
They both nodded their heads in response.
“I need to go sit down,” I mumbled, my balance wavering slightly. The girls reached out to balance me and walked me back to my couch. As I sat there, trying to register what was going on, they all stood in front of me expectantly.
I started to get uncomfortable under their gaze. Fidgeting with my hands, I looked each one over before taking a deep breath. “What do you mean by ‘something happened?’ Curses don’t just happen.”
“Curses just don’t happen!” Ashton mocked in a high-pitched voice that was even more high-pitched now that he was a she.
I fought back a giggle. “Seriously, who did y’all piss off? Luke?”
Three heads swiveled to eye the blue-eyed blonde. “Oi! What makes you think it was me?!” she scoffed in offense.
“Weeeelllll…” Calum said, sucking air through her teeth. “Let’s face it, mate. You’re the one mostly likely to piss someone off.”
“I hate this band…” Luke muttered.
“Does it really matter how? All that matters is that we get switched back. You can do that, can’t you, Y/N?” Mike asked me with pleading eyes.
“What makes you think that I-” I started before stuttering to a stop. No. No, no, no! Oh FUCK! I really needed to be more careful with what I wished for…
I bit back the sigh as I took another look at them, this time really studying their features. I held back another sigh. When I had wondered if my attraction to my friends would disappear if they were girls, I didn’t think the gods would listen let alone manage to make them hotter! It was unfair. I could barely be hot as one gender and here they were absolutely killing both. Is that drool? Am I drooling? STOP IT!
I quickly covered my mouth with the back of my hand, letting out a fake cough as I wiped away some of the drool.
“I don’t know how to fix it,” I admitted to them.
They all let out loud groans, which sounded heavenly. I crossed my ankles, squeezing my thighs together. I silently cursed my period that started the day before for making me hornier than usual. Come on Y/N, snap out of it!
“Is this why you guys… er… girls were ignoring my texts earlier?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Well, it’s kinda hard to think of messaging back when you have to pee and realize that your dick is missing,” Ashton shot back.
I shot my hands up in faux surrender. “I’m just saying it’s not cool to ignore a girl.”
Luke sighed and walked away from us, heading further into the house.
“What are you looking for?” I asked, following after to find her rummaging through my cupboards. Something that Mike usually did.
“Do you have any chocolate?” Luke asked, peering inside the pantry. “I really want something that’s chocolate.”
I was about to point her in the direction of my hidden stash when a scream rang out from the bathroom. “Geez!” I flinched, covering my ears. “What?!”
“I’M PEEING BLOOD!” Calum continued to scream.
“You can pee blood?!” Ashton, Luke, and Mike asked in a mix of curiosity and fear.
“You’re not peeing it, you idiot…” I grumbled, moving from the kitchen to stand outside the bathroom door. “It’s just your period, relax. There are tampons under the sink.”
The door opened a crack for the pair of wild brown eyes to stare back at me. “Like I know how to use those!”
“It’s easy. You just stick it up your…” I whistled as a substitute for the word.
“I’m sorry, I stick it WHERE?!”
“Where the blood is coming from!”
“Stop yelling!” Calum’s voice cracked as tears started to spill down her cheeks.
“Uh, Y/N…” Mike asked from behind me, looking scared.
“What?” I asked, turning to him, exasperated. I had to deal with my own period, my guy friends who I had a crush on turning into girls which somehow made my crush on them worse, Luke stealing my chocolate, and coaching Calum through his first period. What more could go wrong right now?
“My stomach hurts. Like… not in an ‘I ate too much food’ way. In a ‘good gods what fresh hell is this’ kind of way.” As Mike spoke her face turned a shade that damn near matched her eyes. She doubled over in pain. “Oh, gods, I think I’m gonna be sick…”
Make that coaching two people through their firs- aw shit. Luke was eating chocolate. Three. Three grown ass men- women? Fuck if I knew…- getting their first period. Which only meant one thing. Ashton was next.
“You’re going to be okay, Mike,” I put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “It sounds like you’re on your period too. We’ll get each of you in the bathroom once Calum is done in there.”
Mike’s eyes went wide before yelling at Calum, “Hurry up in there! I don’t want to get blood on my clothes!”
“I don’t know what I’m doing!” she sobbed back.
“What is going on?!” Ashton yelled out over everyone else, coming toward the bathroom. Luke was close behind her.
“You’re all not only girls, but also on your periods,” I quickly explained.
“What do you mean? I feel fine!” the brunette gestured to her body.
“Luke’s craving chocolate, Mike is cramping, Calum is BLEEDING! Your bodies must’ve picked up on my cycle. So with four of us, yours is bound to start.”
“YOU CAN CATCH PERIODS?!” they all cried out.
“Oh for crying out loud! No! Women's cycles just sync up. Considering you’ve never had a period until now, your bodies just decided to go with mine,” I explained sheepishly.
“You did this to me!” Mike cried, still holding on to her stomach.
“I can’t control the fact that you decided to turn into girls while I was on my period!”
“Please stop yelling,” Calum said weakly. I turned to look at her through the crack in the door. Her face was stained with tears.
“I’m sorry, Cal,” I sighed. “Open the door, so I can show all of you how tampons work.”
She nodded her head and let the door swing open. Calum was holding her shirt down in an attempt to cover herself.
I opened the cupboard under the sink and pulled out my box of tampons. Pulling one out, I unwrapped it and showed it to them.
“So you’re going to stick this fat end up there and push this stick part into the base of the fat part. That’ll push the actual tampon in, and you’ll pull this plastic back out of you.” I demonstrated to them how it worked. “I’ll leave you to it,” I told them, closing the bathroom door shut behind me.
“How long does this shit last?” one of them asked through the door.
“It depends. But since it seems like you guys are synced to me, it’ll be four days.”
“FOUR DAYS?!” they screeched.
“The cramps go away. You’ll be fine. Just stick the tampons in already and then we can make brownies and order a pizza.”
There was a mad scrambling from the other side of the door, followed by some grunts as they figured out what to do, before a whoop of victory.
The door opened and Ashton and Calum came out, grins of their faces. I peered around them at Luke and Mike who still looked frantic, an alarming number of discarded tampons peeking out of my small trash can. “You owe me a new box of tampons…” I grumbled, snatching the box off the counter and slamming the door shut again against Luke and Mike’s protests.
“Is this how it feels to have a dick in ya?” Calum wondered aloud.
I snickered into my hand. “Fuck me...” It was gonna be a long day. Or a long week if I couldn’t figure out how to change them back.
“Y/N!” Luke’s voice whined from the other side of the door.
“What?” I mimicked her voice.
She opened the door to poke her head out. “I can’t figure it out.”
“What do you mean you can’t figure it out? Ash and Cal got it just fine! You do know where the hole is right?”
Luke face turned pink as Mike’s voice called out, “Of course we do, we’ve had sex!”
“With each other?” I couldn’t help but tease his wording. Calum and Ashton high fived me as they snickered.
“You know what I meant!” Mike whined.
“Y/N, it’s really hard from this angle,” Luke spoke softly.
“What do you want me to do about it?” I threw my hands up. There was only so much I could do for them.
Suddenly the door opened the rest of the way. Mike came out, holding a tampon out towards me. “You do it!”
“I’m not putting it in for you!” I fiercely blushed.
“Please Y/N,” Luke begged. I could tell from the tears welling up in her eyes that she was getting desperate.
“What I meant, was you show us how to do it on yourself,” Mike blushed. “But that would work too.”
My cheeks were on fire. I don’t know how much more I could handle. “I’m not going to show you! Why don’t you just put it in each other?”
They both looked at each other before shaking their heads.
“Come on Y/N, it’s just a vagina!” Ashton quipped.
“You stay out of it,” I pointed at the brunette.
“Ash has a point…” Calum added, scratching at the back of her neck.
“If it’s just a vagina, you help them then!”
Ashton and Calum balked.
“Oh please, like you guys haven’t seen each other naked before,” I scoffed
“But this is…” Ashton started.
“Different!” Calum finished.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, letting out a slow breath. In all the dreams and fantasies I’ve had about seeing the naked bottom half of these idiots, this was not how I imagined it happening. No. I wasn’t going to do it. “Nobody ever showed me how to do it and I figured it out just fine. You can too.”
“D-did it hurt?” Luke asked, blue eyes full of terror as she looked past me and at Ashton and Calum who stared back with confused expressions.
“Oh, for fucks sake!” I groaned. “I’m not exactly clear on all the gender swapping rules, but I’m pretty sure you don’t just become a virgin again. Now suck it up and stick it in!”
“Geez, you sure are grumpy,” Calum told me with an eye roll as Luke and Mike closed the bathroom door again.
“You were in tears not even five minutes ago, so you just zip it, alright?”
Calum’s eyes narrowed before she stalked off towards the kitchen, muttering about starting on the brownies.
“You said this lasts four days?” Ashton asked.
I nodded. “Probably.”
“So… how do you… um…” She cleared her throat as her cheeks turned pink. “Like do I just wait for it to be over? Or is there a trick?”
“Are you really asking me this?”
She chuckled in embarrassment. “I mean… I imagine you’re gonna try to change us back as soon as possible so we stop wasting your tampons and eating you out of chocolate. Which… sort of ruins the plans I had… or at least this one. I didn’t really have any other plans…”
“You know where the clit is, don’t you?” I checked.
She huffed in indignation. “Course I do!”
“There ya go.”
“Seriously?!”
“Seriously,” I nodded. “Honestly, you guys act like sticking your dick in us is the end-all, be-all of sex and it’s really not. Not for us anyway.”
“Are guys really that selfish?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t exactly know but… yeah?”
“You haven’t had sex with a guy before have you?” she asked, slightly amused.
“Course I have,” I lied. How did I tell one of my closest guy friends that all of my sexual experiences were with girls because I couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping with a guy that wasn’t one of them? And now that they were girls themselves? Fuck, I was never going to be able to have sex again. Stupid crushes.
“No you haven’t,” she smirked.
“Shut up!” I growled.
“But you like dudes, right?”
“Course I like dudes!”
“Oh! You haven’t slept with a dude because you like some other dude, don’t you?!” Ashton asked, putting the pieces together. “Who do you like?!”
“I’m not telling you!”
Ashton’s hazel eyes lit up with excited cockiness. “Is it me?! It’s me, isn’t it? Aw!”
“Ew, you wish!” I half-lied.
The hazel eyes went wide and she dropped her voice. “Is it one of them?”
“I’m not telling you, Ash.”
“I’m gonna figure it out eventually, so you might as well just tell me now.”
I was saved by having to answer by Luke and Mike bursting out of the bathroom in victory.
“Now that that is done, I think I’m going to go lay down,” Michael panted, grabbing her stomach.
My abdomen suddenly tightened with a sharp pain. “I’m going to join you,” I groaned.
As Mike and I made our way to the couch in the living room, Ashton and Luke made their way to the kitchen to join Calum.
Michael laid down first, curled up in a ball, so I had room too. We laid with our feet towards the arm rests, and our heads on the middle cushion. We stayed silent, breathing through our cramps and wishing them away.
I knew her’s went away first as she started talking. “I didn’t know you were bisexual.”
“You heard that?” I grunted. I was too preoccupied with pain to be embarrassed. Not that I’m embarrassed about being bisexual, but rather the fact that means she heard the conversation between Ashton and I. Which means Luke did too… fuck…
“So which one of us is it?” she asked.
All of you. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. Ash is on to something. You like one of us,” she pressed.
“I-”
“Stop eating all the batter, Luke!” Ashton cried out from the kitchen.
“I want chocolate!” Luke yelled back.
“I better go check on them,” I got up from the couch. “I don’t want them to ruin my kitchen.”
I left Mike behind as I hurried off, thankful to be out of that conversation. When I got there, I was greeted to the sight of Ashton holding off Luke, as Calum was trying to hurry and pour the batter into a pan.
“Just a little bit more,” Luke pleaded.
“It’s not healthy for you, mate,” Calum said dismissively.
“Hey, Luke, do you want to order the pizza?” I spoke up, trying to distract the tall blonde.
She sighed heavily, and stopped fighting Ashton. “Yeah, I’ll order the damned pizza.”
Luke left the kitchen to go order, Ashton on her tail saying, “I need to make sure her cravings don’t ruin the pizza.”
I sighed heavily watching them leave. Calum put the brownies into the oven. “You know, I’m kinda glad I just got the emotional piece of having periods.”
“What do you mean?” I hummed looking at her.
“Luke has cravings, Mike has cramps, Ashton… I’m not sure what Ash got, but I’m the emotional one.”
“Ash is the horny one,” I wrinkled my nose thinking about how she wanted to mess around.
Calum threw her head back as she laughed. “And you’re-”
“All of the above,” I cut her off.
“You’re horny too? Is that because we’re girls?” she smirked.
“Gods, I’m not having this conversation with you too,” I groaned, leaving the kitchen, back towards the living room.
“What are we watching?” I asked as I laid back down on the couch.
“Mike found a documentary on curses. Thought it might help,” Luke answered.
I hummed in response, my eyes watching the television screen intently. I feared I knew my answer to solving this curse the second I became aware of what I had done. But I watched anyway, desperate for an answer that didn’t involve me giving away the only thing I had ever kept secret from my friends.
At the same time Calum emerged from the kitchen with brownies, the pizza arrived. All of us ate and watched in silence, waiting for the answer to our predicament.
“Well, oftentimes the way to break the curse is for the people involved to do what they’ve been dreading the most. Usually in relation to the curse itself,” the expert was explaining.
“Pause! Pause it!” Luke screamed and Mike scrambled to hit pause while we all sat up at attention.
“Okay, but in order for that to work, we need to know who cursed us,” Calum pointed out.
“Well obviously it wasn’t any of us otherwise one of us would still be a dude,” Ashton figured.
“Well… one of us is still our gender…” Calum remarked and all four of their heads turned towards me.
I bit my lip.
“Y/N,” they prompted.
“Alright!” I threw up my hands. “I may or may not have cursed you guys…”
“WHAT?!” Calum shouted.
“YOU CURSED US?!” Mike raged.
“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” Luke cried.
“It was an accident!” I defended myself.
“How the hell do you accidentally curse your four best friends, Y/N?” Ashton asked, voice tight with emotion but controlled.
“I might have wished you were girls so I didn’t have a crush on you anymore…” I mumbled.
“All of us?” Ashton blinked. “You mean to tell me that the dude you like is all of us?”
I nodded, ducking my head down.
They all shared a collective shy chuckle. Then “Wait… how come were still girls?” Calum wondered.
“Yeah if she admitted it, then shouldn’t we be back to normal?” Luke questioned.
“I mean, she didn’t actually say it. She just nodded. Maybe you have to actually say it?” Ashton asked me.
I sighed. “I like you. All of you. In a more than friend way. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?! I’m in love with you idiots!”
By all accounts, an unexplainable breeze should have blown through the room and they would turn back into boys. Unfortunately, no such breeze happened. “Fuck,“ we grumbled.
“Not that I’m an expert in curses, but don’t all the curses lift when the people kiss?” Mike pondered. “Happens in all the Disney movies. Worth a shot?”
I groaned into my hands. Great. My first kiss with the people I was hopelessly in love with was happening to break a curse I’d unintentionally caused. Today was definitely going down as the worst day of my life. “Fuck!”
“Aw, what? Don’t wanna kiss us now that you cursed us?” Calum teased.
“I don’t want to kiss you, period.”
“Bullshit,” Ashton snickered.
“Oh, c’mere!” Mike rolled her eyes, grabbing my face and pressing her lips into mine. My eyes closed involuntarily.
“Me next!” Luke declared before her lips were on mine.
“My turn!” Calum followed suit.
“Alright, I guess I’m last,” Ashton said before leaning in.
My brain played catch up to each of their kisses- soft and sweet with a hint of desperation I prayed wasn’t curse related- while my lips were left tingling.
When my eyes opened, they were all patting around their bodies, relief on their faces. “Yay, it worked,” I murmured sadly. They were back to being guys and I was back to having a stupid crush on them. Only now it was worse. Because now they knew and while I probably wouldn’t lose them as friends, my relationship with them was never going to be the way it was before I had cursed them. I wondered if I could pass the tears I felt rolling down my cheeks off as a reaction to my period.
They shared a look before they silently started cleaning up the food mess, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
“Hey, we’re gonna head out. Just take some time to process what the fuck happened. But we’ll call you tomorrow alright?” they told me.
I nodded mutely, waving my hand in the direction of the door. This is how goodbye started. I supposed the only good thing to come out of this was now I knew which one I actually had feelings for.
I turned on something mind-numbing, allowing my mind to go blank. I wasn’t going to cry. They had said they would call me. They had never not called me when they said they would. I was no longer in love with all four of them. Just one. But then again I supposed I really didn’t need a curse to have figured that one out.
A knock at my door startled me out of my thoughts. I got up, yanking the door open. “What now?” I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.
He smiled sheepishly at me, holding out a grocery bag. “I brought you a new box of tampons and your favorite chocolate,” he continued to smile at me.
My lower lip quivered. “You didn’t have to.”
“Course I did!” His free hand was scratching at the back of his neck nervously. “You erm… you felt it too, yeah? When we um…?”
I nodded, heat rushing to my cheeks.
He chuckled in relief.
“Is that why you’re back?” I questioned shyly.
“Would that be alright?” he replied just as shyly.
I shook my head yes. Okay, maybe this wasn’t the worst day of my life after all.
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The Scavenger CH 6 (Cobb Vanth x OC fic)
Chapter 6: The Secret
Fandom: The Mandalorian
Word count: 7421
Genre: Space Western
Summary: Nathsca tells the truth to the Marshal. Back in Mos Espa, the lone Captain Qod has a conversation with his employer. A pale slick is missing in the dunes.
A/N: I apologize for the missing chapter of the past week. A lot was going on so I bring you this really long chapter
FULL CHAPTER ALSO ON: wattpad.com/998747414-the-scavenger-chapter-6-the-secret
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Fandom: The Mandalorian
Word count: 7421
Genre: Space Western
Summary: Nathsca tells the truth to the Marshal. Back in Mos Espa, the lone Captain Qod has a conversation with his employer. A pale slick is missing in the dunes.
A/N: I apologize for the missing chapter of the past week. A lot was going on so I bring you this really long chapter
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The twins were setting down across the dune sea. The locals were busy trying to put back together with the whole town. Some repaired the fallen vaporizers, others were fixing the banthas' pen and the rest check whatever else was broke.
It's been 12 days since the dragon made its last appearance across Mos Pelgo. The Marshal kept note of how long would take before the leviathan's next visit. The last time was 18 days but, he arrived sooner than he expected. He needed to follow that thing and study it much as he could.
A lot was going on in his mind but, his attention was somewhere else.
Right after leaving the young scavenger in town, Cobb flew back looking for the pale slick but, he was gone already. He searched around the area before the night fell on the dunes. Wherever he was, there was no chance he would survive the night creatures or the sand people.
Before taking off back to town, Cobb step over a small device, he picked it up and dusted it off. It was a bounty puck. He gave it a long stare before making up his mind about checking what was in that.
The blueish hologram displayed the scavenger's face, full name, and how much they were offering for her head. He didn't mind the price, what got his full attention was the charges; piracy, murder attempt, theft.
Cobb switched down the puck and kept it in his pockets. He has been pushing that serious talk with her since she arrived in town. Something always got in the middle before he could say a thing. Also, the fact that he grew a soft spot for her had something to do with it. He was not mad at the girl, but he couldn't help her at all if she was keeping secrets from him.
The Marshal was unsure how many others would come to attack her or the town. Cobb was getting overworked with this and, he was not fully recovered from the first fight. The bruises from the recent one were swelling.
The night fell on the dunes and, the Marshal finally took off.
Back at his place.
Nath was curled in bed trying to stay calm and thinking what to do. She had all her hopes on the Marshal finding Plog. That scoundrel was the only one left that knew where she was. She needed to kill him and leave before Qod finds this place.
She is been playing around these past days, trying to be part of the community but, her mind kept reminding her of the facts; one of the most dangerous men on Tatooine would destroy the whole town, make her watch, and then kill her just to make a point.
Her face sank on the pillow and took a deep breath.
The door slid up and she jumped off from bed. He was back, she thought and rushed out of the room.
The Marshal placed the helmet on the table and took two glasses from the pantry, along with a bottle of spotchka. He poured down the drinks and then turned to face her.
He chuckled softly, looking at her wearing his vermilion long sleeve shirt. Nights were cold in the dunes, so it was normal that she looked for anything to cover up.
Nath felt his eyes scanning her and then she wrapped her arms around herself. "My tunic was dirty, I hope you don't mind." She muttered.
The Marshall shook his head and handed her a drink. Nath examined the blueish liquid and then gave him a puzzled look.
"Might help you to calm down. You were a bit jumpy." He sipped his glass.
The girl chugged it down, shut her eyes, and made a face.
"That's terrible." She coughed.
"You'll get used to it." He chuckled.
Nath shook her head and coughed a little more. "No, I don't think I will."
Cobb left the glass on the table and stripped off the armor. The scavenger watched him the whole time, moving around the house. She scanned the small house. It looked like he was just there to sleep and eat. He didn't have many things around, just the basics; bowls, plates, a bin with dirty clothes, an old broken blaster.
Now, she was studying the Marshal while they were silent. He looked tired but still, there was something about him that she liked, just, couldn't place exactly what it was. The liquor was taking effect. She suddenly felt warm, her cheeks turned a little red and her body felt lazy. It was not her first time drinking alcohol, but sure her first time drinking something that strong. Nath sank her body on the chair and sighed trying to put her thoughts together.
Cobb was busy cleaning up the remains of blood on his face. This trawler was way worst than the one he fought a few days ago. He could feel the bruise on his lower lip getting bigger and now he couldn't tell the difference between the new wounds and the old ones. The only idea that jumped in his head was to drown in spotchka to ease the pain and staying in bed for 2 days.
Nath kept watching him but felt uncomfortable about the silence. She needed to say something to break the ice and the first words finally came out from him.
"I couldn't find the guy. He was gone already." He said.
The redhead felt her heart sank with his words.
"If you ask me, I don't think he would survive in the dunes. He had no speeder, I found the crashed items but nothing else."
Nath took a deep breath trying to stay calm and looked down at her empty glass.
"Thank you and I'm sorry."
"For what?" He asked and looked back at her.
She shifted on the chair and rested both arms over the table. Her gaze met with his while she kept a serious expression.
"Thanks for everything and sorry for being rude to you and for bringing all my problems."
The Marshal dropped the dirty cloth and moved towards her.
He picked his drink and took a bigger sip. His thumb cleaned the small drop from his lip. Nath was staring at him longer than she usually does. His eyes met her icy gaze and smiled at her.
"It's ok." He said.
"No, you were right. I should have to tell you about it."
"About that?" He pointed to the canister that was at the top of the pantry.
Her attention moved to the silver container and Nath nodded. She played with the glass on her hand, her feet drummed on the floor before making a choice. The girl rushed to take the canister and push it towards him.
Cobb rose his brow and took the pierced container.
"I was in a crew named the Shadows. We were just a bunch of criminals taking all kinds of jobs like stealing cargo from New Republic ships, trade what we could in the black market." She spoke. "I was their mechanic."
"You were a pirate."
"Kinda. I never s-." She paused. Of course, she hurt others before but not intentionally. She didn't want to think about that. The water, the screams. Nath shook the memory from her head and kept going "Qod is a dangerous man, ruthless, he won't stop until he gets what he wants," Nath looked down trying to keep going with the story.
"Our last job was a mess. We were taking cargo from a New Republic ship that was operated fully by droids. We would hack the system, take the cargo, and blow up the whole thing. But the intel was wrong. We lost two guys cause someone sold us. Qod got paranoid about everyone and weird things started to happen. Folks from the crew found dead, in prison or missing." She paused. "He left a few of us around.
Then, he met with some slave traders. Leftovers of what the Hutts were. They were looking for slaves... female humanoid slaves." She paused and pointed to the silver canister. "That was a payment for a few of them."
Cobb gave her a look before examining the inside of the canister. A small blueish glow came from the rare gems. He saw them before on the empire days when he worked on the mines with other slaves.
"I dunno why he wants them but, he didn't hesitate to let go of the women he knew." She looked away and frowned. "He was not aware of me being there. So, I heard everything. I tried not to panic and played along. Later that day, Qod asked me to join him in his chambers, sweet talk to me but, I put something in his drink. He passed out and, I escaped taking the gems with me." She twirled the glass on the table.
"When I first met him, he claimed me as his woman and kept me around just for his entertainment. For a moment, I thought he cared about me, now, I realized it was all..." She looked down at the empty glass.
The Marshal kept a serious face during her story. He could feel the blood boiling in his veins the more she kept talking about that man. He felt no sympathy for anyone related to slave traders or worst, the Empire.
"All those hunters were sent by Plog, a sneaky bastard that gives Qod all kinds of info. He keeps him around cause he is useful." She sighed and finally looked up to him.
"It's a matter of days before they find this place and me. And I don't want to put your folk in danger. I should go."
Cobb took another sip of his drink and looked back with those piercing eyes. Maybe her being there was dangerous for his community but he didn't want her to end as a slave or worst, dead. The Marshal set down the glass and lock his eyes with hers.
"Listen, the moment you set a foot in Mos Pelgo, you became my responsibility. I know the kind of men you are dealing with and ain't welcome. If they try to come here and push you around, I will have a conversation with them." He patted the blaster on his holster.
"You don't have to do that, Marshal. You don't know these people."
"I know them. Every bully I've ever met sends a bunch of heavies to do the dirty work. I guess that he will come to talk. Whoever paid him has more power and is not happy with him, so, he is gonna try to get those gems back."
"He will come and won't be alone, Marshal. He looks for the worst, willing to take down the entire town."
"Let me handle it." He smiled at her. "Trust me."
Nath was shaking and having no idea what to do. All the pain in her body, the stress, and all she wanted were to scream out loud. She thought about jumping on him, pulled him by the crimson scarf, and kiss him deeply to let go of all the steam in her body and feel something else rather than this frustration but, she didn't move.
What if he pushed her away? That would be embarrassing for her.
"Thank you, Marshal." She said.
Cobb gave her a light nod and reached out for her hand. Her heartbeat was rushing feeling his warm hand and looked into his eyes.
"It's ok, princess. I promised to look after you." He gave her a warm smile.
Nath blushed brightly, examining every feature in his face thinking about moving closer and give it a try, but her hand reached out the cloth to clean a small bloodstain across his jawline. He couldn't help himself and smirk at her. Those looks again, he thought.
The redhead stopped for a moment.
What was she thinking? She said to herself.
"Thanks for pampering to me." He teased. "I can get used to it."
She was feeling warmer than before but tried to keep herself cool and not act nervous with him.
"I hope you are feeling better cause I want the bed." She glared at him. "I refuse to sleep in that rug again."
"I told you, but you didn't listen."
"Well, you needed the bed." She said.
"And I still do." He pointed.
Nath rolled her eyes and moved towards him to check the wound on his side. He noticed the dirty bandage and made a face. Her eyes went up to meet with his and just at that moment, she realized she was that close. Cobb smirked back at her, he knew that look.
"Then, we have a problem." He said.
Nath frowned and, her cheeks were bright red. Cobb couldn't stop thinking how cute she looked with her flushed cheeks and angry face. Those freckles stand out even more.
"Wanna flip a coin?" She asked. "Cause there's no version of this that ends up with us sharing your bed."
"You know I was joking. Interestingly, your mind went there."
Damn alcohol. Damn pearly smile. Brush those ideas off, Nathsca, clean that wound, and just go, she thought.
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Mos Espa
The smoky atmosphere surrounded the large crowded joint. Groups or folks of all kinds gathered around but none of them with a friendly face. Some were around for a drink, looking for a job, or just gambling.
Another blaster roared followed by a thud. The crowd remained quiet for a moment and continue with the atmosphere. The annoyed owner just yelled to his droid to take out the dead body and drop it somewhere out of town, just like the guy from 2 days ago.
Between the smoky and darker areas, in the lone booth, the man with the x-shaped scar was sitting by himself enjoying a drink. Once his glass was set down on the table, a droid rushed to take it away and bring him a new one.
His dark and pale eyes were busy examining a blueish hologram that displayed the tiny cargo ship from the New Republic. He studied the areas of interest, looking for any weak spots on the ventilation area, how many escape pods were working, the easier way to reach the cockpit, and all those kinds of details he wanted to keep in mind before a heist.
Qod wrote down all this in his journal, even draw the important parts of the map but the hologram faded when a large red palm was placed over the device. The one-horned Devaronian, Nurh Drart, flashes his yellowish smirk at him. Qod turned around to look at him but kept the same serious face.
Then, his attention moved to the Twilek, Jub'tadi, that scoot into the booth, sitting in front of him. The blue one stretched a little, placed his blaster on the table, and kept a mocking smile before he addressed to the Captain.
"There are rumors about your crew, Qod." Jub spoke and motioned his hand to a young Rodian pirate to sit with them. The green one had bruises across his face and looked up the Captain. He was about to mutter something but he felt the dark and pale glare upon him.
"We respect your crew and you, but these rumors...Our boss is not happy with them. It feels like you are losing control or maybe getting too slow for this."
Nurh made a grunt and spoke in huttesse. "Just get to the point, Jub. All imperials are the same, arrogant and weak. Tell him that."
The captain rose his brow and The blue one just threw a glare at Nurh. "I'm handling this." He replied in the same tongue and returned to Qod, speaking normally.
"As I was saying, my employer is not happy with the delay. He is aware that one asset is meaningless to you but he said that this missing asset was the finest on the lot, or at least the youngest, and that poke his curiosity.
Our first agreement was for 10 assets, not 9 and my boss is very specific with numbers." He explained and paused for a moment.
"So, just as a sign of respect for our long term business relationship, my boss is letting you know that we are calling the Guild and use your payment for that hunter that finds the asset first."
The red one rolled his eyes and spat. "Even a Jawa would be able to find it. I'm telling you, this old man is a joke."
Qod kept the attention on Jub and nodded lightly after he closed his journal. He cleared his throat and kept looking at the blue one.
"May I ask why you narrowed down to that decision?" He spoke with a deep and calm voice but his eyes could tell another story.
"Our boss is wondering if you are either keeping her for yourself or you lost her," Jub said.
Both men kept looking at each other in silence until the waiter droid approached the table to bring the captain his drink but the red one grabbed it. He examined the green smoky liquid, took a large sip, made a face, and spit it back on the glass. He slid it towards Qod and chuckled.
Qod's eyes finally moved towards the glass. The green smoky drink was now almost brownish, with the slime twirling around. Qod kept his attention on it.
"Your man here says she is been missing for two days," Jub said.
The Rodian kept his gaze down as he felt the Captain studying him. He tried to rush out from the booth but the Twilek kept him right next to him. He was shaking.
"He said that someone set you up in the last job. That you were sloppy." Nurh grunted and moved closer to the Captain, his head just a few inches from Qod's shoulder.
Jub gave him a look but, he chose to ignore it. The horned one kept pushing. "You are old, a relic of the fallen Empire. A shadow of what you were back in those days. To me, sounds like made-up stories." He spat in huttese and then laughed.
With a swift move, Qod pulled Nurh's hem and smashed his face right into the glass and table, making the shattered glass stick into his face. He growled in pain and backed off holding his face and feeling the blood running down his hands.
The Rodian rolled off the booth and watched Jub trying to reach the blaster but, the Captain was faster. He brutally stabbed his hand onto the table, making Jub scream.
Everyone in the joint watched this in awe and started to clear the space.
The Captain took the blaster from the surface and stood up. His face kept the same serious expression but, in his eyes, there was something peculiar about them.
The large devaronian was swinging a knife in the Captain's direction, who didn't hesitate to pull the trigger and make a hole through the skull. Jub looked at him in shock trying to pull the knife off.
"Y-you can't do this. We... our deal."
"I appreciate your candor. It's refreshing, and let me understand that you are not smart enough. You see, we give you Hutts fifteen percent of our profit in exchange for weapons that you took from dead troopers, not a whole squadron as you claim but I choose to believe your story and all your lies cause you are such clichés.
You making a deal with The Guild? Last time I remember they are not happy about how your people handled the situation with his missing man and the Sarlacc pit" He gripped the blade's handle, twisted it, and made the Twilek scream even more. Qod smacked him and pointed at him to keep looking at him.
"What I will not tolerate is being pushed around by two amateurs. Anyway, the terms in our agreement remain almost the same. Your boss takes this dead town that I have no interest in, you will get now five percent and I believe you will be able to explain why. If your boss wants to change our terms, tell him to meet me. As for the asset, I'm handing it in personally from now on. Once I bring her and the gems back, I want my weapons." He pulled out the blade and gave Jub a look.
"Next time choose your partner wisely." Qod finished and made his way out of the joint right before he turned around to shoot the Rodian hiding behind the counter. Everyone watched in silence. It took a while before the music resumed.
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Mos Pelgo
Early morning.
The sky was painted with purple and small tints of orange. The twins were still hiding behind the dune sea. Creatures crawled out to stretch out and keep going on their way looking for food or new shelter.
The dusty town was still sleeping, the sand brushed away any trace from the dragon or their unwanted visitors. An old farmer was awake to feed the mooing banthas that shook their large bodies before starting the day.
Not so far from there, a blaster roared three times, and then it was followed by the sound of shattered glass.
Cobb Vanth stood tall holding the smoky barrel and kept it back on the holster. His hazel eyes focused on the holes around the wood, three to be exact before the fourth one broke the glass. He was not pleased with the result.
His fingers ran over the new bandage, right where the belly wound was, and returned his gaze to the next empty bottle. He shifted the side of the holster to his left and prepare his hand. He stretched his fingers, took a deep breath while not taking his eyes from the object.
The Marshal waited and then, he cross-pulled the blaster and fired into nothing when he flinched and felt the sting on his belly. He took a deep breath and placed his hand over his side.
He shook his head and focused on the next bottle.
The twins were coming out from the dunes. The rays peek through the window and hit her right in the face. Nath rolled in bed and pulled the sheets over her head but suddenly she kicked them away and looked around. Empty, she thought. She patted herself to check if she was dressed until reality slapped her.
Her head was killing her, her eyes shut for a moment thinking about that blueish liquor. The last time I drink that, she thought while holding her head. Her eyes opened for a moment to scan the whole room. It stopped right on the clothes pile; a blood-stained shirt and her trousers.
She huffed in frustration and covered her face. Nath was wondering what happened last night, trying to place her thoughts together.
She spoke with the Marshal, they drank a few glasses, then she checked his wound and after that, they went to bed together. She took a deep breath and repeated all the actions over and over until it finally clicked.
They went together but she tucked into the bed. The Marshal slept over the sheets and on his side, nothing else. He probably left earlier and then, her thoughts were interrupted by the blaster roar. She jumped off the bed and peeked through the window.
"Dank farrik." She heard the male voice in the distance and looked for the tall figure.
She saw the Marshal firing right to an empty bottle but he hit it at the second shoot. She noticed when he placed the hand on his side.
"That man..." Nath huffed and rushed her way out of the house.
Cobb focused on his shooting that he didn't notice when the redhead came out and slapped his arm.
"Hey!" She yelled.
He jumped and fired the blaster by mistake, hitting a vaporizer, making a small hole to let out the steam. A red light started to blink rapidly.
"Dank farrik." He frowned looking at the vaporizer. He would need to fix that later.
"You are not supposed to do that, yet, Marshal. You need to rest." She frowned back.
He rolled his eyes and finally met her gaze. "Listen, princess, I-"
His words stopped and his expression changed into a mocking smirk. He chuckled while his eyes scanned her. Nath gave him a puzzled look and blinked many times wondering what he had on mind.
"What's so funny?" She puffed her cheeks.
Cobb folded his arms and chuckled again. His finger pointed down at her. Nath lowered her gaze and blushed brightly looking at her bare legs, bare thighs. She huffed in anger, slapped his arm harder, and ran back into the house.
The Marshal laughed hard and then groaned feeling the sting on his belly. Ok, he had that one coming, he thought.
...
In the dunes.
The heavy steps made their way through the dunes, leaving a sand trail right behind them. He was breathing heavily, his arms hanging from his body, his lips were chapped and dry. Plog's skin was crimson, his face was covered with bruises and a large black eye across the left eye.
The slick squinted his eyes trying to spot any town or anything that called out civilization but there was only dust. Wherever he was, he was hoping not to fall into a Sarlacc pit by mistake or worst, be found by sand people or getting eaten by the dragon.
After the dragon made its way near Mos Pelgo, the valley that was guarded by the Tusken Raiders was empty. Even those brutal warriors were afraid of the mighty creature. Plog didn't spot any of them and for his luck, they didn't spot him too.
What kept him going to walk across the dune sea was that he needed to meet with the Captain and settle everything down. He wanted to kill that fake mando and take that brat where she belonged.
Plog was still in pain because of them; he could still feel his bare knuckles across his face or the strong kick right into his crotch. It was humiliating. That slave and brat needed to pay.
He was a man with status, with power, and everything he wanted. His blood was boiling just thinking about those two trying to take that away from him and making him look bad with the Captain.
But those days of Wan Plog, the sneaky informer of the Shadow seemed distant. He was crawling in the sand, probably waiting to die at some point until he felt the tremor on the ground.
"Is that the dragon?" He panicked and got up to take off but his feet stopped when his blurry vision noticed the large Sandcrawler stopping a few miles from him, down in the dune near an old crashed TIE
He smiled faintly. He never felt such delight at meeting with the Jawas.
The Sandcrawler lowered its gates and the group of small hooded figures came out. They rushed around the old ship, taking whatever pieces of rusted metal that worked for them.
Plog rushed his heavy feet and yelled at them, waving his arms trying to get their attention.
The Jawas couldn't pick on his bad accent and they whine at him, saying gibberish and keeping the riffles up. Plog stopped and kept his arms in the air.
"Hey, easy! I just need your help. I'll pay you handsomely if you drop me near Mos Espa." He smiled.
The Jawas looked at each other for a moment. They examined the ragged man with burnt skin. Some of the giggled, others moved over to pick on his pockets but they groaned in disappointment.
"It looks like a Sarlacc chewed him and spit his pale meat" They mumbled their gibberish to each other and laughed watching the beat-up Plog.
The Jawas made up their minds and returned their attention to the rusted metal, picking on useful parts, carrying them to the crawler. Plog tried to speak to any of the hooded figures but they refused to talk.
"I can give you an imperial speeder. A new one." He tried to talk to them.
A Jawa stopped and studied him for a moment. He gasped and rushed to the group. The Jawas started to talk to each other, they argue for a while, looking back at Plog from time to time, and nodded in agreement. The smaller Jawa showed them a bag with credits and they looked back at Plog.
Plog rose his brow at them when they moved towards him and kept full attention on him.
"We will help you, skinny one. But you give us the imperial ship. Ship, not speeder." They spoke.
Plog was not a master at speaking with Jawas but he was certain that he understood the word ship or speeder. He smiled at them and shook their little hands.
...
Back in Mos Pelgo.
Nath spent all morning fixing the vaporizer that Cobb messed up. She replaced the pierced container and patched the steam tubes. They would need to change it eventually but so far it would work for a while. Unlike bigger cities, Mos Pelgo had a few vaporizers to keep the area fresh. Even though it was a small town, three vaporizers were not enough.
She cleaned the sweat from her forehead and picked her tools to go back inside. She crossed her way with Cobb, who was fully armored and she gave him a murderous glare. Nath was still angry about the little morning accident and worst, he gave her that smirk again.
"We are having a meeting in the cantina. You should come and don't forget your trousers, princess." He winked and pass next to her, heading towards Weequay's joint.
The redhead thought about throwing the wrench at him but she dropped the tools by the door and followed him.
...
In the cantina.
The folks were gathered around the joint, sharing tables, some having a drink or anything to eat. Once they saw the Marshal and the redhead walked in there was a small silence.
Cobb was not exactly their leader, but he tried to look for their interests and safety. This whole subject with the trawlers and Nathsca was something he needed to let the others know.
The young woman took a spot behind the counter and leaving all the attention for Cobb.
"Thanks, everyone for coming. I'm sure you are wondering about the strangers that keep coming to our town. Before we keep talking, I wanna let everyone know that Nathsca here is now one of us. She is been fixing speeders and the vaporizers for us, also she saved Triggar's daughter from the sand snake and I think she deserves a place in our community."
The locals spoke between them but they nodded in agreement while listening to Cobb. Nath tried not to make eye contact with anyone but she smiled back at Kyranj, Irella's mom.
"So, now that we all agree she is one of us, you should all know what happened yesterday." Cobb continued. "Those two strangers were looking for Miss Roznev cause like many of us, she was sold as a slave." He paused. "And in this town, we can't stand that."
The locals groaned when he mentioned the word slave and then some yeahs were heard on the back.
"These slave traders made a deal with pirates, lowlives, ex-imperials, and hired guns. We are not sure but there's a small chance they might come to our town looking for Nath and if they please they will come after us too."
"If she is bringing problems she should go." A man in the background spoke. Some locals agreed but others started to argue to defend the young woman. Cobb observed them for a while and cleared his throat to speak more.
"I made a promise to this town, to protect it. But I also made that promise to Miss Roznev. I know most of you didn't trust her a few days ago and I understand that, but Nathsca is a good woman. I think she deserves to be free just like us. We all know what it's like having that life and I'm willing to fight for her freedom." He finally looked back at the redhead.
Nath kept her gaze down for a moment before looking back at Cobb. She shook her head and mouthed. "You don't have to do this."
"So, I would like to put together a team to make shifts and guard the area, making sure we get ready if the strangers come here. We fought the Mining Collective, we fought the Red key raiders. To be honest, I don't mind fighting a bunch of pirates too. So, what do you say?"
The locals remained silent for a long moment before making up their minds. Nath gave Cobb a look and sighed.
"Seriously, you don't have to do this. No one has to" She whispered to him. Cobb signed her to wait. He had faith in the locals, eventually, some of them would do the right thing.
After that long silence, some stood up and were about to exit the joint. At that moment, Kyranj and Triggar stood up.
"We would like to help Nathsca, Marshal." Kyranj smiled and then looked around at others. The old Weequay stood up too and gave the Marshal a nod. Eventually, a small group formed to assist them. The rest just remained silent but no one dared to leave the joint.
Everyone heard the Marshal instructions. They would keep a watch around the city and the canyon. They needed to set up small traps, have all weapons working, and other details.
Nath found herself watching Cobb the whole time. Even though he was putting the plan together, he heard everyone's opinion to improve the strategy and make a better move. Nath noticed that every time he was thinking about something he would frown for a moment and run his hand through his hair. She couldn't help herself and smile.
Later.
The young redhead was checking the same vaporizer that kept making a strange sound. She opened up the container and took out the small canister. She thought about going out of town and bury it away, not minding if she lost it, but she decided to hide it just in case they might need them.
She knew the big cities, there was always someone willing to buy gems. Her ideas brushed from her head when she heard footsteps approaching her. She quickly placed the container where it belonged and stuffed the canister inside the vaporizer.
Cobb was placing a new set of the empty bottle to fire at them. He pulled two times to fire, hitting the bottle but once he tried the cross pulled he grunted in pain. Nath shook her head looking at him.
"You should stop doing that, tough guy. You need to rest." She yelled at him and cleaned the sweat from her forehead.
Cobb made a face and then flashed his charming smile at her. "Resting is not part of my day."
"I know you are the keeper of this place but you are not immortal, Marshal, just, stubborn."
"Just like you, princess. Fiery, stubborn, and pretty. Maybe not that pretty but you get the point." he winked at her.
Nath rolled her eyes and tried to hide that little smile across her face. He chuckled and lowered the blaster.
"Is that a smile?"
"What? Am I not allowed to do that?"
"You are, I guess you should do it more often." He tried the cross pull once more and fired but he missed again.
"Maybe I will smile more if you stop doing that." She rose a brow.
Cobb looked back at her, rolled the blaster on his hand, and kept it back on the holster.
"Show off." She moved towards him, cross pulled the blaster from his holster, and hit the missing bottle. She rolled the blaster on her hand and gave it back to him
The Marshal smirked at her and chuckled. "And I thought I was the show-off. I guess I'm done for the moment"
She frowned and he laughed, shaking his head.
"For the day, princess. Geez, you are quite moody."
"I'm not but you make me angry" she folded her arms.
"Why? For not listening to you? cause the feeling is mutual."
She had no idea what to say next and bit her lower lip. Her eyes were locked on his hazel ones, studying that peculiar shade between green and brown, her gaze lower to his lips and pearly smile.
"Maybe." She muttered.
The Marshal smirked and pulled her closer. The redhead gasped and blinked many times feeling his arm around her.
"What are you doing?"
He remained silent for a moment but keeping an intense stare upon her. His hazel ones studied her reaction just looking at anything that could give away anything. Nath locked her eyes on him and felt her cheeks getting warmer.
"I'm asking you the same, cause whatever this is, I'm getting tired of not figuring it out." He spoke. "It's hard to understand. One day you look after me, the next one you wanna kill me. I noticed the way you look at me and I'm sure you are aware of how I look at you. My point is that we are both pretty old to be playing around."
Nath was speechless and her heart was rushing.
"What's your deal with me, princess?" He asked. After a few days, he finally managed to pull out those words that kept jumping in his head since day one. What was the mystery about Nathsca that just kept him on edge? Yeah, she might be way younger than him but there was something about her that he just kept looking away rather than face the facts until now.
Nath felt the space between them getting smaller each second, she could feel his chest pressed against her, both palms against it, her eyes getting lost on his gaze, thinking about his lips until she poked him in the ribs and made him groan in pain.
"You are my deal. You need to rest before trying to do that. I know you wanna look tough but you deserve to rest as well, Cobb." She was blushing brightly. Her mind kept jumping around the idea of jumping into his arms and kiss him deeply.
Cobb gave her a look and shook his head. He would normally just back off and go to avoid an even more awkward situation but it seems she didn't remember anything from last night when she told him about all those times she gets funny ideas about him but that she is afraid that he might push her.
Any other man would take advantage of a drunk girl and just have his way with her not minding if she would remember or not, but not the Marshal, he wanted to make sure she meant it and just go as far as she would allow him.
"Fine, but you can't skip this conversation forever, you know." He lifted her chin with his thumb and placed a kiss over her forehead before leaving.
She took a deep breath when he finally let her go. Her heartbeat was rushing and her legs were shaking. Whatever effect he had on her, it was working and she needed to keep fighting against it. She didn't want to get attached again and get hurt or worst, lose him.
"Not again." She thought to herself and sighed.
...
Mos Espa. The Shadows shop.
The curious Sullustan was finishing up the cruiser, checking the energy levels, ready to take off at any moment. He cleaned the oil from his hands and looked back at the small group keeping an eye on him.
He was not exactly the best mechanic in town, but he knew how to put together anything, especially if the Shadows asked him to. The last mechanic that refused to work with them had a gruesome ending. His head exhibited right outside his house just to make a point. No Empire, no Hutts yet but this small pirate group knew how to pull out a show.
A tall zabrak, walked into the shop to check the cruisers and gave the mechanic a light nod. "He is here."
The mechanic just rushed to clean the rest from his hands and stood tall when Captain Qod made his entrance followed by the masked Chiss and another gunslinger.
The Captain walked between the cruisers, checking each one of them, writing down something in his journal. The sullustan was nervous just following him with his gaze.
"Not bad. You got these part from?" The Captain spoke.
The Sullustan just muttered. "Pod racing mostly. Those parts are used just once but with the proper engine, you can build a decent cruiser. I picked the best sets for your team, Captain." He smiled nervously.
"So, used parts of broke pods are you saying?" He kept the dark tone. The Sullustan gulped and regretted giving away those details. He didn't say a word. Qod moved towards him and patted his shoulder.
"I would normally disapprove that but since this dumpster planet had nothing else to offer, I will take them. Thank you for your service." He dropped on the Sullustan's hand a bag with credits. The nervous mechanic just nodded and quickly rushed to the exit.
Once the shop was clear, Qod turned around to look back at his team. "Any word from Plog?"
Everyone remained silent and the gunslinger shook his head. Qod took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. "Any idea of his last location?" The deep voice asked.
Qod walked around the shop and huffed, trying to stay calm.
He heard a small beep coming from his pocket and took out the device. A small and blueish hologram displayed Plog's tiny figure, waving at him.
"Sir, I found her." The distorted voiced spoke.
"And the gems?" Qod asked.
"I didn't see them but I'm sure she still has them. I followed her to a place called Mos Pelgo, an old mining town. Farmers and former slaves living there. It's guarded by a man in Mandalorian armor."
"A Mandalorian?"
"Not exactly, sir. He wears it but he is not Mandalorian. He is keeping the girl under his care."
"So, that explains your wounds and poor state, my friend." Qod nodded.
"Yeah, it was hard. I had to ask Jawas to bring me." He chuckled nervously.
"What did they want in return?"
"I thought they said speeder, but... they meant a ship."
Qod kept a serious expression looking down the hologram. "Ship? What kind?"
Plog scratched his head and mumbled nonsense.
Qod stepped out of the shop and saw his ship torn apart. All the important pieces were missing. He huffed.
"Where are you, Plog?" He spoke but before he got a proper answer he heard his voice behind the ship.
Plog was smiling nervously at him with his hands up. "I'm sure I can get you a better ship, sir. T-this one had failures and it's not like you cared right?"
Qod studied his expression for a moment and nodded. "Very well. Where's this Mos Pelgo?"
"West, passing the Valley of Wind and a bit further into West. I can take you there, sir. I remember the-" the blaster roar and made a smoky hole through Plog's head. His body dropped down and kept his eyes open.
Qod looked down at him and then back to his team.
"We leave now. Once we get the girl, we take down the whole town. Leave the Mandalorian to me." He frowned.
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Paradise by the Dashboard Light
This is my FIRST TIME, so please be gentle.
PART 1
Word Count: 1, 581
Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader
Warnings: Language
Summary: A female hunter has a bad night and meets an old friend in a tavern.
Notes: This story was inspired by the Meatloaf song by the same name and by one of my own personal fantasies. DON’T JUDGE ME! :p
HUGE KUDOS go out to my sister from another mister and my beta, LaNae Weaver. As far as tags, I’m still really new here, so I’m not sure who I should tag and who I shouldn’t. Feedback is ALWAYS appreciated. ENJOY!
PARADISE BY THE DASHBOARD LIGHT
You touched the cold beer bottle to the side of your face and hissed. That was DEFINITELY gonna leave an impressive shiner.
You slowly scanned the tavern and wished that you had just stopped by the closest gas station and got a six pack and went back to your motel room. Men, women; hunters of all shapes, sizes, and colors crowded around the pool tables, the bar, and the one or two random tables. There were FAR TOO MANY people around and by the sound of the bell above the door, it wasn’t slowing down.
Your recent hunt had been a shit show. The intel you had gotten from your contact had been completely wrong, and you knew you were lucky to be in one piece, let alone still alive. You set out that morning thinking you were tracking a SINGLE female werewolf. Your gear was good, YOU were good, but when you arrived at the location your contact sent you to, you found the female wolf…AND her mate. You cursed under your breath as you relived the evening’s events.
You drove your truck to the farm about 15 miles outside of town. When you got out of the vehicle, the clouds parted overhead, and revealed a huge full moon bathing the land and the desolate barn in silver light. The corner of your mouth lifted up in a smile as you took the pistol out of your duffle bag and opened the chamber to make sure it was loaded. Once satisfied, you stuffed the weapon into the waistband of your jeans. Straightening your shoulders, you turned and made your way toward the barn.
The female wolfs mate jumped you almost as soon as you stepped through the door. He grabbed you by the back of your shirt and jeans and tossed you into a stall. You crashed to the floor with a thud and groaned. Remembering the pistol in your jeans, you rolled onto your back and emptied 3 silver bullets into the male’s chest just as he was about to pounce on you again. You scrambled into a sitting position as the male collapsed onto the barn floor.
Getting shakily to your feet, you heard a whaling cry come from across the barn. Shaking off the effects of your flight through the air, you turned your head to see the female fling herself onto her mate. She slowly raised her head, and her yellow, animalistic eyes met yours. A sinister snarl left the female as she rose to her full height.
You shrugged your shoulders and smirked. “Sorry about that.” You said.
The female wolf roared with rage and ran toward you. You braced yourself for the inevitable collision, and the two of you slammed into the back of the stall with enough force to crack the rotting wood. The crash also caused you to drop yur gun with your only means of defense inside.
The female wolf tangled her claws into your hair and began to slam your face into the barn stall wall. Three separate times.
“Alright, bitch. That’s it!” You shouted, and regained control of the situation. You lifted your right leg and connected your boot heel with the she-wolfs right shin. She cried out and lost her grip on your hair. You dropped to your knees and crawled to the steel weapon gleaming in the moonlight. You raised the weapon and fired.
The wolf froze; a surprised look on her face that would have been comical in any other situation. She looked down as dark blood started to ooze through her tank top. She raised her yellow eyes to you once more before her knees buckled and she fell to the floor.
You got back to your feet and walked towards her. As you stood over her and watched, the female’s eyes changed to a beautiful sparkling blue. She looked at you as she gasped for air and coughed up a spat of blood. Her breathing became shallower and finally stopped. You nudged her with your boot, and when there was no response, you sighed loudly and had to fight to keep yourself on your feet.
“Great. I’ve probably got a fucking concussion.” You said, rolling your eyes. The eye roll caused another bolt of pain to smash through your skull and you kicked at a random piece of wood.
You dragged the bodies of both the she-wolf and her mate to the back of the barn. You went to your truck, got some salt and some lighter fluid, and lit the two corpses on fire. When the blaze had finally died down, you got back into your vehicle and left the scene. You fished your cell phone out of your duffle bag and connected with the last number you dialed.
“Colton?” You asked into your cell phone
“Y/N? What’s up, darlin’? How was the hunt?” Colton asked, jovially.
“How was it? You SON OF BITCH! Do you THINK that you might be able to pull your head out of your ass and give me CORRECT intel next time?!” You yell.
“What the hell do you mean?”
“What do you mean what do I mean?! There were TWO WOLVES, COLTON! TWO! I almost ended up as puppy chow and it’s your FUCKING fault, you ass-hat!”
“Y/N, I…I’m really sorry, babe. I…I really didn’t know. Every piece of info I had said it was a single female. All my sources said…”
“Colton, I don’t give a DAMN about your other sources! YOU are the one that is supposed to have my back! I am supposed to be able to trust you not to get me killed!” You shouted as you pulled your truck into the bar parking lot. “I’m done, you shit head. I’ll handle my own hunts from now on.”
“But, Y/N, please, babe…” Colton started, but you cut him off.
“SHUT UP. And stop calling me babe!” You yelled and hung up on him.
You shook your head and sighed as your thoughts came back to the present. After taking a long swig on your beer, you pressed the cold glass to the side of your face again.
“Damnit!” You cursed.
Finishing off your beer in two more swigs, you peeled yourself off the bar stool and decided the tavern was FAR MORE crowded then you were comfortable with and knew that it was time to leave.
You were looking down as you walked, wondering if the stain on your shirt was food or blood, so you were unaware of what was in front of you. Suddenly, you ran into a hard wall of muscle and promptly fell onto your ass.
“What the hell? I am gonna….” You started, ready to shred whoever was at fault for knocking you to the floor, and then you froze, and your throat clamped shut.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” A deep, slightly amused voice asked.
Your eyes slowly crawled up long, denim clad legs. They continued to rise and spied a red and black flannel shirt, covered by a light brown jacket. Finally they reached the top; and were greeted by dark, long hair, and brilliant hazel eyes. And, if ALL OF THAT was not enough to crash your internal train, there was a small smile crossing his lips and those damn dimples were making their entrance. Sam FUCKING Winchester.
“Uh….Oh, hey, Sam.” You mumbled.
He reached out a hand to you to help you off the floor and you just stared. (You had ALWAYS been fascinated by his hands). You came back to yourself, met his gaze, and took his hand. He lifted you off the floor with ease.
Sam tilted his head slightly and grimaced. “That looks like it hurts. You okay?” He asked.
You donned your famous, “Of course! I’m right as rain!” grin and nodded. “Never better. What are YOU doing here?”
He chuckled softly and sighed. “Getting some air. I kinda got evicted from my hotel room, and I found this place down the road.”
“There is no air in here, trust me.” You said, dusting off your back side. “I’m guessing Dean is poling the electorate again?”
Sam grinned and nodded, almost embarrassed.
You nodded back. “Right. Well, I was just headed out, so…” You said, walking past him, praying like HELL he couldn’t see how his smile had made you shiver. Suddenly, your world began to swim, and you felt like your beer was going to make an encore. The last thought you had before your eyes rolled into the back of your head was, “Shit. Wolf bitch DID give me a concussion.”
You felt yourself falling backwards, but before you could hit the floor, strong arms were around you, cradling you tightly.
“Okay, Y/N. Take it easy.” Sam said, a note of concern in his voice.
You looked up into his face as he held you in his arms. The sensation of Sam holding you close to him had shallowed your breathing and your mind was racing. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and again PRAYED that he wouldn’t notice the physical effect he had on you. Had ALWAYS had on you since the first day you met a year ago. You tried to clear the fog and racing thoughts with a small shake of your head and realized with another wave of nausea that THAT was a bad idea.
“ Sam fucking Winchester” you whispered, and passed out cold.
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