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hunters-trashblog · 2 years

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Poison Arc- what I got so far

@bettertwin1 @bettertwin9000

Scrolling through his phone, Leo blinked upon remembering he was given a cupcake, by a complete stranger. He was feeling mighty hungry, and it was right there.

"No harm done, I can eat it." He started, shrugging, "Like anything bad could happen! It's a cupcake!" He said to himself with a confident grin, taking a bite into it.

The flavour was good. Pistachio sponge with sweet vanilla frosting, with a light taste of butter. But it also had left an odd tingling on his tongue. He thought it was strange for a few moments, before brushing it off, going back to his phone.

Taking various bites as he scrolled, before his stomach burned, a stinging buzzing rising to his head, and behind his eyes.

His eyes widened with fear, slowly looking down at the small corner of cupcake left. His head felt heavy, a loud ringing making its way into his ears.

He felt sick.

A nervous whine left him, thumbs moving fast, typing out a post, on his account.

"Hey Donnie..have I ever told you how cool you are, I love you man"

It was all he could send as time felt like it was slowing down, hands shaking yet they felt numb. He stood up, the world around him spinning as he went to his closet, the darkest space in his room.

His phone buzzed, getting a notification. He opened it, seeing it was his brother. His brother, who was freaking out.

The red-eared slider opened his camera, taking a selfie, hoping it'd calm his brother. But the longer he stared at it, the more distorted his vision got. He posted it, asking to himself and his followers; Why was he in the closet? Why was it so dark?

He didn't remember why he even went in here, yet all he knew was that his body felt heavy and numb.

Leo had wiped the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his hoodie. He heard loud footsteps coming from outside his room and down the hall. He couldn't help but reply back to his brother, saying he "looked fine".

Donatello came into the room, swinging the closet doors open. His eyes were filled with fear, looking down at his brother.

"Heey Donnie" Leo said with a crack in his voice. The soft shell bent down and scooped up his twin brother with a huff. Leo tried to oppose the action, but all he could do was tear up slightly.

Donatello noticed, before he rushed past their eldest brother and to the Med Bay. This wasn't good.

He made quick work to check his brothers vitals, him complaining about it. "Leo, what happened?" He asked, tone a bit harsher than he intended it to be. But he couldn't help it, he was worried.

"They lied. They Lied" Was all the other muttered, Donnie furrowing his brows.

"Who lied?" He asked, trying to get his brother to reiterate a bit better, and to keep him awake with the questioning.

"The cupcake, it wasn't good, something was in it-" Leo said, his breathing getting unsteady and shallow.

Donnie looked at the wrapper his brother was still holding, reaching for it to examine it. Leo tensed up, quickly holding it away from his brother, sweating heavily.

He wasn't going to let Donatello touch it, fear that he too would end up like this.

The purple clad turtle sighed softly. He didn't say another word, just kept watch over his brother.

Leo's breathing was still unsteady, panicked, as he layed his arm over his eyes. Donnie stayed put, lifting his head up once he saw Raph. He'd come by to check up on his younger brother, worried.

"I don't know Raph. There was something in that cupcake, but he refuses to let me examine it," Donnie started, speaking in a whisper. "But I think he was poisoned. What else could've put him in this bad of a state so quickly!"

"Meat Sweats maybe? Maybe it was mystic stuff, Don." The eldest offered as an explanation, this only making the soft shell more frustrated.

"I just want him to get better."

"I know you do..me, you, Mikey and April all do." Raph spoke, voice soft and gentle. Trying to comfort his brother the best he could.

Leo had frowned to himself, hearing all this from where he layed on the medical bed. He squinted when he moved his arm, sitting up. Donatello and Raph looked up at him, the purple turtle immediately standing up and standing next to Leo.

"Leo, no, you need to rest." Donatello said as he glared at his brother. Not because he was mad at him, but because he knew how stubborn his twin could be.

All Leo could do was let out a breathy laugh, his eyes dark from exhaustion and not feeling well. "But I'm fine, really." He said waving his hand, like he wasn't feeling like pure shit.

Donnie pursed his lips, stepping away. "Your vitals do seem better..and you seem stable now.. I guess you can go back to your room." He said, drawling his words out. He saw his eldest leave with a wave, probably off to get something for Leo.

"See! I'm fiiiine! Now go sleep, Don, you need it!" Leo said with a smile. His twin chewed at his bottom lip, unsure of if he actually should.

"If you need me, you'll come get me right?" Donnie asked after being silent for a few moments.

"Yeah, of course!" Leo said as he stood up, patting his brothers shoulder, heading back to his room. He opened his phone to give an update, answer a few questions from his followers.

He'd flipped on his light, smiling upon seeing the wall of art. Art made for him by his fans.

He sat back by on his chair, taking a quick image.

Continuing to answer questions, and sending images of himself as he did so. He felt fine! They needed to know that!

If he felt so fine, then, why was it so hard to breath again? Why did it feel like he was suffocating? Why was the room spinning?

His breath caught in his throat, leaning his cheek onto the palm of his hand. He was starting to panic.

His whole body was full of pins and needles, a cold feeling rushing from his feet to his head, making him feel weak and numb. His senses shut off.

His eyes glazed over, his sudden dead weight causing the chair to tip over as he fainted; A loud thud from his head and body hitting the floor ringing throughout the lair.

Donnie came in quick, cursing himself for even thinking it was okay to sleep.

His heart was racing, the pounding of his heart in his ears when he saw his brother, his twin, fainted on the floor.

"Fuck-!" He cursed outloud, calling for Raph to help him get Leo back to the Med Bay.

The two were panicking as they carried him back, Donnie frustrated at himself for even letting Leo leave! He should've known better!

He took his twins vitals once again, then severely worse than before. Whatever was in that cupcake was strong, and it was killing his brother.

The thought made his stomach churn.

No, he wasn't letting that happen. He was going to help Leo get better.

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kinda-iconic · 1 year

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Dinner for four?

This is the sequel to 'An introduction to remember', one of the many instalments to my Adrian and Amy series.

Author's note: This was meant to be posted this morning (apologies), though I must admit that I've had a fair amount to drink today so I wanted to sober up before I posted this. It's been a long time coming.

Tagging (Due to previous interest): @bloodboundismylife @shelley-parah @nala-raines @lauren-raines-x @allthingsjabriela @flowerpowell @ankle-beez @tays-role-plays @caroldxnvxrs @crystalwillow @a-raines @alj4890

Adrian’s gaze drifts to her father’s extended hand, hesitating briefly before reaching out to take it.

‘Th-the pleasure is all mine, Sir,’ Adrian clears his throat, his lips curving into a rather timid smile, ‘I-I am sorry that our meeting did not happen sooner.’

‘You’re here now,’ Helena interjects, beaming brightly as she steps forward, resting a gentle hand on her husband’s arm, ‘that’s all that matters.’

Adrian lets out a breath of relief, though it quickly dissipates as Amy’s father speaks.

‘It would have been nicer to have met you before you got my daughter-‘

‘Dad.’

Her father turns his attention to Amy, who greets his with a warning glare, her arms swiftly folding across her chest.

‘You knew that it would come up in conversation, sweetheart…’

Adrian remains quiet, his fingertips ghosting Amy’s as he interlocks his fingers with hers; she immediately looks down at their intertwined hands, smiling softly at the gesture before giving his a comforting squeeze, as if reassuring him of her presence.

…but it is of no use.

As soon as their hands meet, Adrian detangles them, taking a step back; he shakes his head, his expression turning stoic as his gaze drifts to the ground.

‘I can’t do this…’

‘W-what?’

Amy slowly approaches him, her brows furrowed with concern as she reaches out to touch his arm.

‘Adrian?’

‘I’m sorry…’ he looks up at her, their eyes meeting for only a moment before he lowers them once more, ‘I can’t.’

He disappears out the door, the shutter closing quietly behind him as he descends the stairs and clambers into the car. Amy follows shortly after, making sure that her parents remain inside before heading onto the porch. She calls out to him, but he starts the engine, the sound of her voice swiftly masked by the sound of his tyres against the gravelly tarmac as he reverses.

‘Adrian, please!’

Her plea goes unheeded, and before long, she is left alone in the darkness, his car soon disappearing out of sight. She lets out a shaky breath, her eyes welling with tears as she turns back towards the house. She walks back up the steps, pausing on the porchway as the door opens; she is met by her mother, who greets her with a sad smile.

‘I’m so sorry, sweetheart,’ she stands aside to let Amy re-enter, closing and locking the door gently behind them as they head through to the kitchen, ‘will he be alright?’

Amy shrugs, sighing dejectedly; she takes a seat on a barstool, resting her elbows on the marble-top before running her hands through her hair in frustration.

‘It…it’s not his fault, darlin’,’ her father leans against the counter, ‘I should never have pushed the topic so soon…especially after seeing how nervous the poor lad was.’

Amy shakes her head, ‘no it’s mine.’

Her mother looks at her in shock, ‘but you didn’t-‘

‘I kept asking him to meet you…I told him so many times that it was important to me…’ she closes her eyes for a moment, her breath shaky, ‘I shouldn’t have pushed him when he wasn’t ready.’

‘Amy…’

‘I’m going to go to bed,’ she gets up from the chair, her arms gently wrapping around her midsection, ‘I’ll um…I’ll sort out a hotel for tomorrow night.’

‘W-what about dinner?’

‘I’ve lost my appetite,’ she pauses, looking down at her feet, ‘goodnight.’

Her mother opens her mouth to speak, but Amy has already disappeared by the time she manages to get a word out.

A few hours later, Amy is startled awake by the sound of her phone vibrating against her bedside table. She groggily moves to sit up, reaching for the device and checking the screen.

Adrian.

She doesn’t answer, instead choosing to let it ring, turning over and cocooning herself in her bedcovers.

Back in his apartment, Adrian stares down at his phone, frowning as he receives no answer.

‘It’s two o’clock in the morning, Adrian… she’ll be sleeping.’

He glances up at the doorway; Kamilah stands slightly to the right of it, one hand resting on her hip as the other buries itself in her trouser pocket.

‘Get some sleep and try again tomorrow. It’ll give you some time to think over what you want to say.’

‘I left her there, Kamilah – I got in the car and drove off.’

‘She’ll understand.’

He sighs defeatedly, flopping down into the nearest armchair.

‘Why am I like this?’

‘Because you care,’ she heads towards the drink cabinet, uncorking a bottle of wine, ‘you wanted to make a good impression with her parents.’

‘And I was until I chickened out and abandoned her. I’d be surprised if they ever wanted to see me again.’

‘They’ll know that it wasn’t your fault.’

‘And what if they don’t?’

‘Then they are not worth the air that you breathe.’

She pours them both a glass, handing Adrian his before taking a seat on the chair opposite.

‘Thanks,’ he mumbles.

‘Would it help if I told you that I’ve spoken to them before?’

He immediately looks up at her words, his eyes wide.

‘You-you have?’

She nods, ‘it was a couple of months ago. You were out of town for a business meeting; Amy was feeling a little down so I…I went to talk to her.’

He quirks a brow in surprise, his mouth agape. He goes to speak, but she holds up a hand, as if pausing his train of thought so that she may continue.

‘We talked for a little while about what was worrying her…and then her parents facetimed her. Turns out, her mother is quite the botanist.’

‘H…how were they?’

‘Kind,’ a warm smile blossoms on her face, ‘they really do want the best for their daughter.’

‘And am I what is best for her?’

Kamilah’s smile fails to falter, instead growing brighter with each passing syllable.

‘Without a doubt.’

He nods, lifting his glass to his lips and quickly downing the contents, a flicker of hope dancing on his features as he looks up at her.

‘What would I do without you?’

She shakes her head in amusement, wiping the corner of her mouth with the pad of her thumb.

‘You have a wonderful woman by your side, Adrian…if you do anything to ruin this, I will hurt you.’

He smiles brightly, as if on cloud nine.

‘I believe you.’

She too drinks her fill, gently removing Adrian’s glass from his grasp before heading back over to the liquor, hesitating by the entrance to the kitchen, ‘care to join me for another?’

‘I think I’ll quit while I’m ahead,’ he stands, reaching up to remove his tie, ‘if I am to drive back tomorrow, then I better get my beauty sleep.’

She chuckles heartily, moving to place the glasses in the dishwasher, ‘then I shall see you both once you return home.’

He walks over to her, gently patting her arm.

‘Thank you for always supporting me, Kamilah.’

‘You know I’m here for you no matter what,’ she grins mischievously, ‘to a degree.’

‘It’s nice to see that you’re there for Amy too. It…it means a lot.’

She feigns a grimace, ‘soppiness is not my forte, brother.’

He laughs, shaking his head bemusedly.

‘We’ll thaw your heart out eventually.’

‘When hell freezes over,’ she speaks softly, a faint smile gracing her lips, ‘but before you muster the courage to even try…I’ll be on my way.’

She walks over to the elevator, forcefully pressing the button.

‘So does that mean that you won’t be attending parenting class-‘

‘Goodbye, Adrian!’

She calls out as the doors open, disappearing as the sound of his laughter carries through the penthouse. Once Adrian is alone, he turns off the lights and heads into the bedroom, his fingers moving confidently across his screen as he sends his final message of the night.

: I’m coming back for you. I promise.

#playchoices #choices bb #adrian raines #adrian x mc #updated fic

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walker-extended-universe · 9 months

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A Wayfaring Stranger- Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Summary: Hoyt meets Abigail Walker and Calian

Written for @yeehawgust- Week 1 Prompt 1: Gather the Posse

Written for AU-gust- Day 15: Time Travel

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Hoyt missed a lot of things about the 21st century. Hot showers. Electric lights. The internet. Fast cars. Decent mail service. Geri. The Walkers.

But one thing he loved about the 1870s: it was so much easier to rob banks.

Hoyt sat by the crackling fire, counting the money from his latest heist. After it got split between his partners, he still had a decent amount. He could get a room at Hagan's for a few nights, meet back up with the Geri- or, rather, Lucia.

He sighed, looking up at the stars. Lucia was a nice girl. Sweet, charming, had a voice like nothing else he’d ever heard. The only problem was, she was in love with him. And he just didn’t know how to handle that. It had been months but he was still reeling with everything from Geri and Cordell….

Lucia could probably do better than him anyway. Maybe he should tell her that next time he’s in Independence. He’d seen her starry eyed look in Geri’s eyes once upon a time; maybe he could spare Lucia that fate.

He sighed and unrolled his bedroll. He was too tired and far too sober to be thinking about all that.

He rode into Independence the next day and got a room at Hagan’s for the next week. He counted himself lucky that he didn’t run into Lucia on his way to the Side Step Saloon. Winning/cheating at poker wasn’t any easier in the 1870s, which was unfortunate since people were a lot more willing to pull a gun or a knife on him if he was caught. Good thing he was still a fast runner.

And, he thought to himself as he stepped out of the bar to let the tensions settle before the next round, I still know how to spot a mark. He smirked as he saw a wide-eyed woman walking down the street by herself. He could tell by her dress and the way she carried herself that she came from money. She probably had some pricey jewelry on her.

“Morning, miss,” he called stepping down from the bar. “Lovely day out, isn’t it?”

The woman turned her head quickly, glaring at him. “I- Yes, I suppose it is. Excuse me, I’m just trying to get to the sheriff’s office….” She stepped around him, her stride sure even as her voice wavered.

Sheriff’s office? I haven’t even robbed her yet. “What for?”

“That’s none of your business,” she snapped.

Too bad for her; he was invested now. “Have a nice day!” he called, waiting until she was an appropriate distance away before following her.

He came up on the side of the sheriff’s office and eavesdropped on her talk with Augusus. He heard her start to say something about the new sheriff, only for her to be interrupted by his introduction. What the….

Hoyt peeked around the corner. Even from here, he could tell she was terrified of Sheriff Davidson. Had they met before? It clearly hadn’t gone well based on how quickly she was trying to get away from him.

He waited until she was headed back his way before “accidentally” bumping into her. “Excuse me, didn’t see you there, miss…..?”

She glared at him, huffing as she readjusted her shawl. “Are you really that drunk, Mr…..?”

Fair play. “Rawlins. Hoyt Rawlins.” He held out his hand to her. “And you are?”

“My name is….” She got a faraway look in her eyes for a few moments, then met his eyes, determination shining in hers. “My name is Abigail. Abigail Walker.”

If he didn’t have such a good poker face, his jaw would be on the ground. There was no way…. Unless? “Nice to meet you, Miss Walker. How’d it go at the sheriff’s office?”

“Fine.” Her eyes flitted to his gun. “Interestingly enough, I think I saw your face on one of the Wanted posters hanging on the sign there. Perhaps I should go back and let the sheriff know there’s a criminal in town.” Her grip on his hand tightened. “It would make an excellent impression on the town for him to make an arrest on his first day.”

Oh, you’re a feisty one. “I’m sure you can imagine why I wouldn’t want you to do that,” he said, making sure to keep his voice low. “But I can also imagine you already have terms for me to agree to to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

Abigail hummed and dropped his hand. “You’re smarter than you look. Is there a place we can talk privately?”

Hoyt nodded. “I’ve got a room at the hotel; no one will bother us there.”

“Good. Lead the way.”

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Hoyt paced from the door to the window. “So, let me get this straight: your husband was supposed to be the new sheriff in Independence, but on your way out here, he was murdered. And you’re certain that the person who killed him is Sheriff Davidson. And you want me to help you kill him?”

“Yes. I haven’t got any money but I’ll be happy to turn you in if you don’t help me.” Abigail’s eyes followed him as he moved. That all-too familiar fire of determination still shone brightly in her eyes.

Abigail Walker….. He didn’t know much of the Walker family history but he’d heard Bonham mention a few times that the family had been in Texas since the 1800s. And he knew the feud with the Davidsons was rumored to have started in the 1870s. Was it possible this was the beginning of everything?

Always knew those Davidsons were trouble. “Alright, I’ll help you. But-” he held his hand up before she could say anything else- “I’m not killing anybody until we know for sure it’s the sheriff. I know I’m an outlaw but murder ain’t exactly my cup of tea. If I’m killing a murder, I wanna make sure I get the right guy. At least then if I hang, I know I’m going for a good cause.”

“An outlaw with a moral code. You must be a rare breed.”

“Maybe not as rare as you think, Miss Walker.” Hoyt glanced out the window, wincing when he saw Lucia. “I know a few people in town that won’t turn me in. I can ask around, see if anyone knows anything about Tom and what he’s doing out here. Nobody kills anyone without some kind of motive. I also want to take a look at where it happened if that’s not too much trouble. Maybe something there will point to Tom.” It was a long shot, given how old the crime scene was, but it was worth a try.

Abigail smirked. “Talking like that, you almost sound like a lawman.”

Hoyt shrugged. “I used to be friends with one; suppose I just picked up the tricks of the trade.”

She nodded. “I suppose your…differing career choices caused you to part ways.”

“If only it were that simple,” he muttered.

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The scene looked worse than Hoyt was expecting. The burnt remains of the covered wagon were almost as devastating to look at as Liam’s decaying body. The lack of evidence wasn’t helpful either, not that he was expecting much on that front.

“It just doesn’t make any sense,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “Why kill Liam here? Why not dispose of the body? Why not make sure the only witness is dead?” It was a sloppy job, if Hoyt was being honest.

“Does it have to make sense?” Abigail asked. “It was cold-blooded murder; what about that makes sense?”

“That’s awfully idealistic of you.” Hoyt opened up one of the intact trunks. “In my experience, even cold-blooded killings happen for a reason.” He never had the chance to take part in those killings but he’d seen it. Payments not made on time, rebellious traitors being put in their place, keeping witnesses quiet…. There were a lot of reasons someone could be killed. “Can you think of anyone that would want Liam dead? For any reason?”

She quietly stared at her husband’s corpse. “We left Boston for a reason,” she said quietly.

So that’s a “Yes”. Hoyt didn’t have much time to comment before he heard a rustling in the bushes. He went for his gun and rushed to put Abigail behind him. “I know you’re out there. Show yourself!”

“Jzon de zee, tell your friend not to shoot.” A man stepped out of the bushes- an Apache.

Abigail stepped in front of Hoyt then. “It’s okay. He- He’s a friend.”

Hoyt reluctantly put his gun away. “Name’s Hoyt.”

“I’m Calian.”

And then there were three…. “Guess we’re gonna be working together.” He smirked. “Let’s catch us a killer.”

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Hoyt let Abigail have his room to rest up for the night. He needed the time to think and fresh air would help with that. He took Cordell out to the ridge above town, keeping an eye on the sheriff’s office. He heard a horse come up next to him and saw Calian out of the corner of his eye. “Nice night, isn’t it?” he said.

“It is.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, the only noises coming from the horses and the nature around them. But Hoyt got a weird feeling about why Calian had approached him tonight. “You got something you wanna say to me?” Hoyt glared at Calian out of the corner of his eye. He had nothing against the guy but if he got one more weird look then he was going to snap.

“It’s nothing,” Calian said, still staring out into the horizon. “I’m just…curious.”

“About what?”

“Why you’re helping Abby. You just don’t seem like the type. I thought you’d need more convincing.”

Hoyt huffed. Did no one think he was capable of goodness? “Well, why are you helping her? Seems like you’re really putting yourself out fpr a woman you just met.”

Calian went quiet for a moment. “I believe I found her for a reason,” he said carefully. “I feel….responsible for helping her.” He finally turned to look at Hoyt. “What about you? Why are you helping her?”

Hoyt sighed. “I guess…. She just reminds me of someone I used to know.” More than one someone, really. He knew that classic Walker stubbornness. He saw it in Cordell’s eyes every time he got stuck on a case. He saw it in Abeline back when she was trying to talk him into relaxing around them. He saw it in Stella when she got a little too close to losing a game. Thinking on it, he may not know Abigail that well yet but he saw a little of her in all the Walkers he knew. “I guess I feel responsible too. Like… If someone I cared about was in her shoes, I’d do anything to help.”

Calian nodded. “I understand what you mean.”

“Good.” Hoyt brushed Cordell’s mane. “I just hope she knows what she’s doing. Going up against a man like Tom…. It’s asking for trouble.”

“You’re still helping her though.”

“Of course I am.”

Calian grinned. “Then I guess she doesn’t have that much to worry about.”

#walker #walker: independence #walker: independence fic #walker: independence fanfic #walker fic #walker fanfic #my fic #my writing #updated fic

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theindiscreetbookworm · 3 months

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Israel Hands/Lucius Spriggs, Past Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands - Relationship Characters: Israel Hands, Lucius Spriggs, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Jim Jimenez, Frenchie (Our Flag Means Death), Fang (Our Flag Means Death), Ivan (Our Flag Means Death) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Selkies, Selkie Israel Hands, Lucius Spriggs Lives, but we definitely start with him drowning, Lucius Spriggs Lives in the Walls of the Revenge, Canon Related, Post-Season/Series 01, Edward Teach is the bad guy, (kind of), (sorry), Bittersweet Ending, happy epilogue though, Found Family, Homecoming, Domestic Fluff, Oral Sex, Anal Sex

Sharing this thing again because I finally added an epilogue! It upped the rating and I added some tags. This fic didn’t have enough found family shit in it, and obviously I had to let them fuck after all that.

#my writing #ofmd fanfic #sprizzy #sprizzy fanfic #selkie au #izzy x lucius #updated fic

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slashing-thunnder · 1 year

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Chapter 2 is up!

Warning: Dubious Consent, NSFW

I updated my Asa/Reader fic! This is now definitely a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat fic, as it will include more dubious consent content in the future as well. Please avoid if that makes you uncomfortable!

The reader does suggest it, but it is out of fear and wanting to survive if that helps you decide if you're into it or not!

#asa emory x you #asa emory x reader #asa emory #the collector #the collector x you #the collector x reader #the collector 2009 #fanfiction #updated fic #thunnder writes #nsft #sorry to anon who requested this originally if you're not into this #given the character it just makes sense this was going to go this route #its not straight noncon though so maybe thats better for some people #also can you tell this is my first time posting anything like this because im doing the ABSOLUTE most lmaooooo #dubious consent

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cantstayawaycani · 1 year

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Chapter 25: isipho

isipho — Xhosa, meaning "gift"

Shuri is happy, but there's one thing that would make her more content; her world a more perfect one.

Shuri reminded herself that Namor would still live long after she was gone. A burden for him, but an odd relief for her. He wasn’t going anywhere. Not ever. Shuri never had to worry about losing him. The only way that would happen was if she pushed him away — and he was pretty resilient to all her worst habits so far. No. Namor wasn’t going anywhere. There was only one thing that could make it all perfect.

Shuri leaned back on her feet, glad that she and Namor were close in height, even if he was still immense enough to dwarf her. Physically, at least. Shuri liked to think they were pretty even on everything else. She reached her hands up to cup Namor’s face. He was still smiling when she said, “I want you to make peace with my mother.”

The smile fell quickly.

“I don’t see why I should fall on my knees before her in forgiveness when she is the one who crosses me at every turn,” Namor spat.

“Because she’s not going to do it.”

“Not even if you ask her?” He demanded. “Ask her as you are asking me now?”

“I don’t know,” Shuri admitted. “But I’m not asking her. I’m asking you.”

For a moment, Namor looked as though he wanted to argue. But he didn’t. He just looked at her for a long moment, searching for something in her eyes. Whatever it was, he must have found it. His dark gaze softened. He caressed her cheek, pressing his forehead against hers. The cold jade of his piercing pressed against her nose. Shuri accepted the embrace, leaned into it. “I will do this for you,” Namor whispered. “But if she rebukes me, if she refuses to make things right on equal terms, I will not make a second attempt.”

For Shuri, who had yet to see Namor fail at anything, this was more than enough. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

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