#I was ready to fight to the death for Williams but now

[foreverfearlessred]

just watched a Logan edit to You’re Gonna Go Far by Noah Kahan and besties when I say I’m about ready to do something that will land me on the international news I mean it with my full chest

[misserabella]

Bestie I NEED angst enemies to lovers reader gets hurt on patrol. These always make me froth at the mouth 🙏

cw; +18 content minors dni!, wounds, blood, cursing, weapons, fighting, arguing, kissing, making out (n up 😋), teasing, dirty talking, dom! ellie x sub! reader, praising, hair pulling, praise kink, oral sex (r receiving), cum eating, fingering (r receiving)…

“ellie, shut the fuck up!” you muttered through gritted teeth, groaning as you placed a hand on your gushing side, blood pouring from the cut and making you feel dizzy.

“fuck. fuck. fuck. i told you to stay close! but as fucking always you do whatever the fuck you want!” she was a mess, frantic eyes and shaky hands looking for bandages on her backpack. “keep pressure on it!” you were loosing a lot of blood.

they had come out of nowhere. those fucking bandits… they’d tried to steal from you, and once you’d stood your ground they had put a blade through your stomach. by the time ellie had gotten to you, you were standing on both your wobbly feet with a dagger stuck into your skin. the feeling of the metal moving and cutting as you moved made you feel lightheaded. but you knew you shouldn’t take it out or you’d probably die. she had shot the two men in a mere instant, getting to you as you groaned in pain.

now that she had pulled you to a safe place, she could see the extent of the damage. it was no good.

“quit moving!” she grunted and you almost punched her.

“you try stay still with a blade on your stomach and then we’ll fucking talk you dumb fuck!” yeah, it hurt. and you knew ellie was just trying to not let you die, as much as she hated you, she wouldn’t like to be the one held accountable for your death (and she knew she wouldn’t hear the end of it from maria…).

“take a deep breath.” she instructed, her hand wrapping around the dagger, and your eyes shoe open.

“don’t. don’t pull it ou-!!!!” your breath got punched out of your lungs when she extracted it, the messy sound of spluttering blood making your vision go blurry.

you moaned in pain, sweat dripping down your shin. you’d never experienced such amount of pain before.

ellie was quick to push bandages on it to stop the hemorrhage. your hands gripped hers as you looked into her eyes, scared. the floor was now pooling in crimson. were you gonna die?

she pulled your gaze away from the blood.

“hey. look at me. you’re gonna be okay, alright? i promise. you’re gonna be okay.” you nodded. “but to stop the blood i need to sew you up.” your breathing was ragged. your life depended on someone that hated you. someone that always got on your nerves and made you crazy. you were on the hands of ellie williams. an fuck if that didn’t scare you. but you’d seen the way she had shot those men, how she was looking at you, how she promised that you’d be alright. and you wanted to believe in her. you pressed on the wound as she got out alcohol, thread and needle from her first aid kit. “ready?” you nodded, although you were looking awfully pale, hair sticking to your forehead in a cold sweat. “i’ll try to be as fast as i can.” she promised before moving your hands away and exposing the wound. it was deep, but it didn’t seem to have reached any important organs or caused irreparable damage. “this is gonna hurt.” she said, and your ears rung when the alcohol made contact with your skin. you screamed, nails digging on the hardwood floor at the sudden need to push her away. your lip broke due to how hard you were biting it, and your vision was getting more and more blurry.

you were gonna pass out.

“i’m sorry, fuck, i’m sorry.” she muttered, threading the needle to start sewing you up. “y/n?” she inquired when she saw just how lost you looked, your hazy eyes and slowing breathing. “y/n!” before you knew it your head was thudding against the floor as your consciousness left your body. “fuck. shit. hold on, please.” she fought with the shake on her hands as she punctured your skin. “i’ll fix this. i promise. just hold on…”

-

“woah. you look absolutely dead.” you groaned, rolling your eyes at the barging in of the nicest person walking on this rotten earth. notice the sarcasm.

“nice to see you too, ellie.” she smirked, coming to the side of your bed and leaving food that joel had cooked for you.

“it’s always nice to see me. have you seen me?” she inquired, eyebrows arched and you scoffed.

“grab an extra chair for your pride ellie, ‘cause holy fuck…” she chuckled, grabbing a chair of the infirmary in which maria had had you resting for a couple days now to have your infection under control.

and you tried not to look at her. tried. but not hard enough. she was right. she was a nice sight. her hair was on a low bun, freckled face flushed due to the cold, which she fought with the help of a grey sweater and black jeans.

ellie had always been pretty. really pretty. it was the first thing you’d noticed about her before she came and ruined everything by opening her mouth.

“joel made you some food. wouldn’t recommend you eat it. man can’t cook to save his own life.”

“thanks.” you muttered, readjusting yourself on the bed.

“how are you doing?” she inquired, curious (worried).

“you mean apart of dying of boredom?” you chuckled. “i’m doing amazing.” you sighed, voice full of sarcasm. and your body jolted when you felt one of her hands softly land on your thigh.

“you seem stressed.” your eyes were on her hand, softly rubbing circles on your skin to calm you down.

“i am.“ you gulped, “this is horrible. maria doesn’t let me move from the bed. i need to move, ellie. it’s killing me. i feel… useless.”

she stared at you, until her lips parted in a soft mutter. “i could help…” she leaned in just the slightest, her hand trailing upwards on your thigh, and you shivered.

after a few minutes in silence, you slowly nodded, and her tongue wetted her lips.

she got up from her seat, and climbed into the bed. you felt a bolt of electricity running up your spine when her breath hit your face.

“you sure about this?” she inquired, eyes on yours.

“just shut the fuck up and kiss me, ellie.” your whole body shook when her lips met yours.

oh shit.

she pulled away to take a look at your face, making sure it was alright. that this was alright.

you looked into her eyes, into her beautiful green emerald eyes. and before you knew it you were cupping her face to bring her back to you.

this felt amazing. too good to be true.

you hummed against her mouth, her hands on your hips, making sure not to put her weight on you and your wound.

you opened your mouth for her tongue, gasping.

“shit. been wanting to do that for years.” she muttered and you whined.

“ellie…” your hips bucked against her, and she cooed.

“shhh, i got you. i got you baby.” you felt her hands push down your pajama pants, one of her hands cupping your cunt, which was quickly pooling with slick. you always ended up soaked while around her, secretly touching yourself to the though of her late at night when no one would catch you. “all pent up, hm? you just need a little relief it’s all…” you nodded, and moaned when you felt her lips trailing down your neck, to your chest, your stomach, your panties…

“fuck!” you sighed in a choked out moan when she left a wet kiss to your clit, peeking at the wet patch that was forming on your underwear. her tongue flattened, tasting you though that thin layer of clothing. she hummed, and your hands tugged on her hair.

she started to eat you out through your panties, teasing you, making you squirm and beg.

“ellie, please…”

“what is it, princess? use your words for me, come on.” she caressed your inner thighs, making you squirm and your hips buck against her face.

“please stop teasing me. need you. need your mouth.” you pleaded, and she kissed your knee, your thigh, your mound… before tugging from your panties.

“atta girl. speaking up for me so well…” you moaned, feeling her middle and index finger spreading you open for her, slick strings sticking to your lips. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you finally felt it, her tongue licking a fat strip up to your clit, slurping at your juices. and then her middle finger, pushing inside your tight walls. you let out this beautiful moan that made her groan against you. “taste so good… best pussy i’ve ever had.” you felt your face and neck burn. ‘cause holy fuck, she knew how and what to say to make you shake. she started thrusting in and out, making you whimper and your back arch. “come on baby, relax for me.” you were so tight… you tried and breathe deeply, relax for her. “that’s it… open up for me. good girl.”

“just like that. oh shit, ellie. don’t stop please…” she smirked.

“yeah? you like that?” she added another finger, curling them and making you gasp. she grunted at the harsh tug of her hair. “you keep doing that i’ll fuck you stupid.” she warned, and you shivered, a broken moan rasping your throat. “but i bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you nodded, listening to the wet squelches your pussy made for her. you were so wet… “of course you would.” you cried out when her lips sucked on your clit. she could tell you were close by the way your thighs were shaking at the sides of her head, how your walls were clenching around her fingers. “you close?” she inquired, and you nodded, tears pricking your eyes. “fuuck. can’t wait to drink you up. cum for me. cum on my mouth, princess.” her fingers sped up, got harsher, and you couldn’t help but follow her orders, coming all over her face, soaking her chin and cheeks and lips. she slurped it all up, humming and grunting, eating you like a starved woman tasting food for the first time in months.

she helped you ride it, sucking on your clit and curling her fingers against your g spot until you were nothing more than a panting spent mess.

you tugged from her hair when the overstimulation became too much, and she looked at you, from her spot between your legs, not knowing that that view would become your favorite from now on.

-

[adventuringblind]

Still Have You

Lando Norris x Reader X Oscar Piastri

Genre: Angst

Summary: and then there were two...

Warnings: crash, injury description, death

Notes: oops... I wrote another sad thing...

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Racing is her life. It's all she knows. It was her entire life.

Until it wasn't.

She was a rookie. A female driver that Williams decided to take a chance on.

Oscar signed for McLaren the same year. She already knew he was going to get a seat because he's amazing. And getting to drive alongside Lando Norris was nothing to scoff about.

Oscar introduced his teammate to his best friend, and the three became attached to the hip. Inseparable. It definitely wasn't anything they were expecting. It just happened, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

So then it was them and racing. Like her life had somehow gained a new purpose.

~

The Dutch Grandprix. It's raining heavily, and she'd rather be curled up with her lovers, hot chocolate, and a good book.

"Are they really going to have the race?" She asks Alex who's standing next to her I the cover of their garage.

"Looks like it." He sighs. "Any word from your papaya clad lovers?"

Check jabs him in the side with an elbow. "Shup up! Someone could hear you!" She hisses at him.

"Not my fault Lando can't keep a secret." He throws his hands up in surrender.

They are then promptly told to get ready to head to the grip. She throws a final text to her boys before she has to leave her phone for the next couple of hours.

Alex is starting fourth. It's an amazing thing for him, and she can't help but feel a tinge of pride.

It feels like she's in the car for hours. Just waiting for them to say go or call off the race. She hopes it's the latter. She'd hate to see any of her of the grid get hurt because the FIA decided to put the show on regardless of their safety.

The rain slows, and it seems like it might actually clear up. So it would make sense that the FIA decided it's time to race.

Soon enough, they are racing off the line. Her start was better than she'd expected. Managing to hold her place as the down pour started again.

"We're expecting the rain to stay like this for the next ten minutes."

She mentally groans. Begs whoever controls the weather to let up. Prays that nobody gets hurt.

But fate it cruel.

It's only lap five, but the rain is making it difficult to see. She knows someone is close to her. No idea who, but he's there.

She definitely knows when they spin out. And she feels it when they tap her car as she's flying down the straight.

It's like the world moves in slow motion. One minute, she's driving. Then she's not even on the ground anymore.

Ground.

Sky.

Wet.

Dry.

Shooting pain.

Copper taste.

Radio static.

Cold.

Bright.

Nothing.

~

"Red flag Lando, red flag, come into the pits, please."

"Did someone crash? "

"One of the Williams."

Lando's heart drops. Every thought in his mind going to the worst. "Which Williams?"

"We believe it's y/n."

Suddenly, he can't hear anymore. He passes the crash sight, and he feels like the air is sucked out of his lungs.

He's not thinking. He just pulls the car over and gets out. Not caring at all who's watching.

The front of the car is bent upwards over the cockpit. The back is nowhere to he seen. There are pieces of fence and barrier stuck to the ring of the halo.

The Marshalls are barely getting started. They've started splitting the car into peices with saws.

Lando skids to a halt. His arms pull away the debris so he can at least see her.

They he sees just how bad it is.

There is a piece of metal piercing directly through her chest. Her legs are crushed at odd angles.

He helps the Marshalls pull her out. His stomach flips with every second she doesn't respond. He stays with her until they pull him away.

He fights them. Or - he tries to fight them. But the adrenaline isn't pumping as it was. It's just his anxiety now.

~

Oscar stares at the screen in front of him. He knows he doesn't look as calm as he's trying to seem.

Alex looks similar in a way. The tall Williams driver stands next to him in the blue garage. Waiting for any sign that the girl in the car is breathing.

He's choking on his tears. He's fighting the urge to run onto the track.

There are other drivers in front of the Williams garage. All of them are asking for updates. The one thing nobody has right now.

When they lift her body out of the car, he screams. It rips through his body and pieces everyone's ears.

He tries to bolt, but Alex holds him back. It's not long til he's sobbing into his arms.

He's been nothing but the Trios' biggest supporter since he found out. In this specific moment, Oscar has never felt more grateful for him.

He watches the screen closely. Lando is pressing on the females chest. His neon yellow gloves now staied red from the open wound.

He tries to bolt again. Flee to Lando so they don't have to be separated. He knows the Brits anxiety is probably skyrocketing.

If his is, then Lando's definitely is.

Alex wasn't prepared, and he managed to make it about ten steps before being stopped by Max. The Aussie runs straight into him and collapses once again.

This time, he fights. He flails his limbs and tries to shove his way past until his body gives out.

~

Lando feels a tap on his shoulder. He hadn't realized he'd just been standing where they'd left him until the new presence snapped him out of it.

"Lando, we should go back to the paddock." It's Charles speaking to him. He sounds so distant, like he's calling to him from a meter away.

He just let the Monegasque lead him back down the track. He stares at his glives as they walk. Coated in her blood.

This should've never happened. The race should have been called off. Every time the scene replays in his mind, it makes him angrier at them.

They find themselves at the Williams garage with the rest of the drivers. He takes note of the sobbing Austrian currently trying to break free of Max's grip. Oscar is usually the most collected out of the three. It breaks something in Lando, seeing him like this. Like Oscar crying just makes it more real.

Lando pulls off the blood-soaked gloves and sinks to where Oscar is. The Brit gets his focus and attempts to calm him down. Most likely, neither of them are going to be able to drive in such a state. Lando still has his car on track where he left it.

He really doesn't care who's watching in this moment. He prys Oscar away from Max and cradles him. The two falling into a puddle of tears on the ground.

~

Oscar lays with his head leaning against Lando. Their hands entertained like one would disappear if they let go.

It feels wrong without her.

Max and Alex had come to wait with them. Neither of them deemed it safe to leave the two alone.

"Miss l/n?" Says a doctor. He sounds as exhausted as they feel.

All four scramble up out of their seats. All hope seeming to float away as they see his expression.

"I'm so sorry to tell you that she didn't make it."

And then everything shattered. Their world fell apart. Everything tainted with the lack of her presence.

"She woke herself up right before she flat lined and asked to make sure someone heard it." The doctor inhales deeply. Like, somehow, this message was difficult for him. "She said: 'tell them to cling to each other. That she's not gone. You'll find her on the track."

~

A year later, at the same track, two boys visit a memorial. Flowers in hand as they kneel in the grass.

The sun is shining today. A stark contrast to the weather which had claimed her life.

They sit together, hands interlocked, and engagement rings fit snugly on their ring fingers.

"We miss you. Every day. We think about you all the time." Lando sniffles. The lump in his throat threatened to leave. "Alex makes sure we take care of ourselves, and Max let us stay with him. He won another title, by the way, and dedicated it to you."

"I got my first win. It was in Australia, just like how you predicted." Oscar's gaze is toward the sky. He knows she's up there somewhere smiling down upon them.

"I asked Oscar to marry me, and he said yes. We thought we might have the ceremony at that one park you love in the spring when the cherry blossoms are in season."

"Thought you also might want to know that we have an extra ring for you. We owe it to you for getting us together, after all."

Both of them are choking on their tears now. It's not the same without you.

"We'll always love you. Even if we're only two."

[mirai-desu]

On the MSATD News

I didn't have time to post a knee-jerk reaction (which those of you from the Downton days know I was apt to do - thank you to all my long term mutuals of my side blog for sticking with me through those days), as I saw the news as I was getting ready to head out for work and it's been… a bit of a day.

Suffice it to say… I am devastated. And my initial reaction was (well after cursing), that it should have ended with S4, but with a different (happier) conclusion. It's called Miss Scarlet AND THE DUKE for a reason. And after all that happened in S4… it really feels like… what was it all for?? Especially if they knew WHEN FILMING THIS?? "Goodbye for now" is NOT "goodbye forever." They really, really really fumbled this.

There's a lot of theories going around, and I will admit it's too hard for me to listen to Stuart's new interview, but going off what other's have said and the parts of the transcript I did manage to read… I just cannot feel like this was actually his decision unless there's something else going on with him (either in his personal life or maybe he has some secret role he's got, because supposedly he hasn't worked since he did ADR on S4). He's been the captain of the ship, and he has always been enthusiastic with discussing the show and had just great insight into playing William. It doesn't feel like he himself was ready to move onto other things (and that's not even how it's worded - some BS about how the show needed it him to be gone for ~longevity~ of the show), like I've seen with other actors are on shows (e.g. Dan Stevens). He still promoted S3 (which came out in the UK after they filmed S4), he still even promoted S4! He was an executive producer for S4!!! Nothing makes sense!

So if it's due to RN… why keep having the other characters say William was only going to be gone a year? Why bother to have the flashback? why bother to have him stay at at Eliza's to recover?? hell I'm surprised they just didn't keep in the coma then--

But really, why even bother to have Eliza write to him? Or have Ivy say what she said to her?? The time apart was supposed to be them looking at their options. They literally foreshadowed him joining Eliza at her agency upon his return. So… what happened?

If it was actually for personal reasons that Stuart left, he has a right to his privacy. But then they should have rewritten S4 to be the end then, since they knew all this time. I can't believe we are getting the full story on this, one way or the other. The more and more I think about it... I do think it was RN's doing though.

Just two nights ago I drafted up a whole meta extolling how one of the best things this show has done has been how they developed William and how he grew as a character. The progression he made as he not only accepted Eliza having a career but encouraging her. His mentorship of Fitzroy. How he came from nothing, from a teenager living on the streets, to become an inspector at Scotland Yard. But they have chosen to toss that all out the window.

Who knows, maybe S5 ends with Eliza deciding to go to New York. But it doesn't seem like they are handling this like Babington's absence in Sanditon. They will make Eliza quickly fall for someone else, and slap fans in the face who have been following their friends to lovers slow burn for five years (because we had to wait for S2 in the first place thanks to the pandemic). And what sucks is that we still got promo saying they are in love with each other. From Stuart, from Kate, from Rachael New herself. We have still gotten promo promoting the romance. Why not have them have a big fight then or something, idk. They gave us hope. And you know what Fellowes says about false hope.

So I'm just supposed to believe that William gives up on Eliza and doesn't return…? No, I cannot. As much as we hated the deaths on DA when they wrote out actors, at least those characters still died in love with their spouses. And while I'd still be foaming at the mouth in anger if they killed him off… yeah.

William's last lines of the show is a flashback including him saying "is it all worth it?" And the answer is… no it's not.

[rhey-007]

Helios - Chapter 3

Billy Butcher x reader

Summary: A fatherless girl finally meets with him after her mother's death. Little does she know that from this point on, her life will fall apart. She'd meet a lot of new, interesting and disgusting people and experience a lot of traumatizing events. Will she be able to choose the right side and take control of her own fate?

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Fem!reader, violence, a tad bit of fluff, sex, oral sex, fingering, big age gap, explicit language, quickie, hickeys, pervert Homelander, semi public sex

A/N: I had a huge writers block and couldn't finish this chapter for 3 weeks but it's finally here!

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Previous Chapter

Wordcount: 3990 (around)

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In last chapter:

‘’About that...’’

Hughie’s words made you comprehend why he even came to you. Up to that moment you didn’t even realize you never told him where you lived, you haven’t even talk to each other! Butcher must have sent him to persuade you. That sick motherfucker knew too well how to handle you.

‘’What is it?...’’

You asked giving in. You decided that if you had to help them, you’d do it just for that poor dumplin Hughie, who’s girlfirend got run into and killed by fucking A-Train. And that’s how it started, another adventure with Butcher. God... Why did you always had to get yourself in some shit...

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Chapter 3 - Sunset

And that's how you found yourself there, in an abandoned restaurant, with Hughie, Butcher and some two other guys you've never met. You and Hughie stood in the doorframe watching Billy trying to calm down – what you've managed to catch - Mother's Milk and Frenchie. By their shouts you figured they know eachother for some time already, and you wondered why Butcher didn’t tell you about his other pals. Did they knew about you? Or were they just as clueless as you? Hughie's cough somehow brought their attention to you but just for a brief moment.

„NOT NOW! „

They shouted in your direction and went back to fighting, until Butcher realized why Hughie left earlier. He turned around rapidly after pushing boys away, making Frenchie fall down.

„What the FUCK is SHE doing here?! „

The man walked up to you angrily, his fists clenched ready to punch the shit out of Hughie, but you knew he wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t even try or it would be him who'd get hurt. You looked up confused at the boy. Wasn't it Butcher who sent him to you?

„We need her help okay? He won't talk with us, but she's one of them. Maybe he’ll listen to her! "

Billy huffed and shot you a glare which you returned with just as much anger as him.

„I could've gotten this out of him without her! Good ol' beating and torture. I don't need some fucking ally, or shit! Get her outta' here! "

His words made your heart hurt a tad, but you pushed that feeling aside, clenched your asscheeks and stood up to him as you always would. Ain't no man gonna break your heart nor speak to you like that.

„Oh really? Then I guess you didn't need my help the last time. And the previous one. And the previous one... Want me to keep counting? Tell me, how long are you sitting here and how many times did you try to... Whatever you try to do? "

You turned to Hughie with a murderous look, ready to kill Butcher.

„A few days... "

The boy said quietly, shrinking under your glare and tone of voice.

„And how long did it took you with my help, hm?"

Turning to Butcher with the same face you gave Hughie, made the older man seem like a hurt puppy too. Only you were able to make the allmight William Butcher feel small and scared. He looked down embarrassed and mumbled under his nose.

„Less than few hours... "

„Excuse me? I couldn’t hear you”

„Less than few hours! "

He shouted, stomping his foot like a baby and earning a devilish smirk from you.

„Exactly! So let's do it quickly so I can go home before midnight”

The boys were impressed by your ability to shush Billy, you sure were going to be admired by them. Frenchie motioned for you to follow him, and so you did, walking down the stairs to the basement where the horror happened.

„The fuck... There's nothin in there! "

You hissed annoyed while looking through a window of the ‘cell'. The aluminum foil on the ceiling, metal cage connected to electricity... All that didn't make sense to you. Turning around, you saw the boys' faces were pale, almost white, fear in their eyes as they looked at you. Soon it hit you. Which superhero, close to Homelander, was invisible? Which one, because of their powers, could easily be electrocuted? Translucent. Your face went white, shoulders slumping down, head spinning and on verge of tears. Even though you hated the seven, you hated what they actually did, you hated the company their worked for, they still were the people you kind of grew up with. The people who raised you, shaped you. Besides he had a wife – ex wife, but still – and a son! And you knew them yourself. You leaned against the wall to not loose your balance and fall down. A lump formed in your throat and you were unable to form words for a short while.

„Please... Please don't tell me it's Translucent... "

You choked out. Their faces said everything and they didn’t have to answer. You turned to the wall and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, then wiped your eyes and straightened yourself before turning back.

„Gimme the key”

Frenchie threw you the key and you quickly unlocked the cell, then shut the door behind yourself. You kneeled down in front of the cage and shot Translucent a soft smile.

„Helios?... What are you doing here? A-are those motherfuckers keeping you hostage too?... "

The man said while appearing to you and you could hear the hurt in his voice.

„Y-yes... Yes they do... "

You lied with a sigh and flopped down.

„Haven’t seen you for a long time... Stillwell said you died of a heart attack, but I knew that was bullshit. Maverick misses you, you know... We all do... "

His words brought warmth to your heart and made tears spill from your eyes. You chuckled softly while wiping them away. You knew it wasn’t a 100% true, but it still was nice to hear it. Aside the fact that he paraded around Vought tower naked most of the time, Translucent was really a nice and smart guy. He was the one to help you with your homework, whenever you needed it, and the one to tell the actually funny dad jokes. You had to admit you missed those nice moments from the tower.

„I promise I'll visit him one day. But now you need to understand... If you won't tell them whatever they need, sooner or later they'll find a way to kill you... "

„They already did... "

„Wha-"

Translucent’s statement made your heart skip a beat and body freeze. You could never think they could be that smart to actually find a way to kill him. What could it even be? Wasn't he indestructible after all?

„They put a bomb up my ass... "

„They... They did what?! Oh my god... I think I'm really gonna have a heart attack... Just- Just tell them what they want okay? "

You shot up and rushed out of the cell furiously. After shutting the door you stomped up to Butcher, grabbed the collar of his shirt and shook him.

„Excuse me?! What the actual fuck?! Why did you put a bomb in him??! "

„Big brain, ain't we? "

He smirked down at you earning a juicy slap across his face, with all the strength you had, almost knocking him down.

„I like you... Rough, but... That was too much Sugar... "

Billy mumbled while scrambling off the floor. The boys chuckled at the miserable state of Butcher in your presence but you quickly shut them up with just one look. It would be an understatement if they said they were scared of you. As much as you wanted to shout your guts out at the men, tell them they are crazy psyhopaths, that their out of their minds and that there are other options to deal with that, you knew you couldn’t. You couldn’t because you'd burst out and reveal the truth about your life. And then, knowing Butcher, they would really keep you hostage and use as a bargaining card.

„Listen Buttercup... You know well how we deal with that. Ya helped me do that after all. So don't say you're surprised. He saw our faces, which means he'd spill out, which means – he has to die. Want me to spell it out for ya, Miss smarty pants? "

You huffed, steam blowing out your ears. But then you remembered something.

„And how are you gonna deal with Homelander? He'll hear the explosion, come here and kill ya”

„We'll sic ya on him "

That grin... That sick grin you both hated and loved appeared on his face. After a few more minutes of the quarrel -when in meanwhile Frenchie and M.M. stated that you act like an old married couple - you heard cars pull up.

„Vought "

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After dealing with Vought and Homelander you heard a loud boom in the basement. Hughie. You literally flew down stairs and the sight made you sick. The cell was opened, Hughie stood in the middle of the blood and guts stained room, his heart thumping like crazy, the detonator in his hand.

„What... What have you done... "

A whisper escaped your lips before you almost puked. You tried to run back upstairs but your had spun so bad you were hitting the walls. Finally out of the building with M.M's help, you gripped onto a trash can and vomited your insides out. The man held your hair up and rubbed your back until Billy came to change him. He felt bad you had to see that, as that was the most gruesome thing you saw while working with him.

“And you're... You're surprised I hate working with you... "

Sighing you looked up at him. Makeup smeared all across your face, cheeks wet from tears that were still slowly falling down. You looked terrible, but for him... For him you looked beautiful. You always did.

„M’sorry... I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have ever asked you for any help... “

You shot him a confused look. He never truly apologized to you, never. Shaking your head you fought the urge to embrace him and ignored his sad puppy look.

„Call me when you done cleaning. I'll get rid of the remainings”

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You never thought you’ll find yourself at the Believe Expo ever again. A much as you loved going there when you were young, learning about God and the believes and meeting new people, now you hated the only thought. Walking around dressed all black, sunglasses resting on your nose and a hood on your head, wasn’t easy. It was so hot you were practically melting, but you couldn’t take your disguise off or someone would recognise you. A lot of people actually knew you there, starting from the bodyguards, through priests ending at sellers. Going there was a huge risk nonetheless, but you couldn’t let the boys go alone. They had no idea how to behave at such place – especially Billy... With hands in the pocket of your hoodie, Milk and Billy on your either side with Hughie in front, you strode through the square full of stalls, surrounded by various young and older people. Everytime you passed a stall full of stuff with your father’s face on, an uncomfortable shiver run trough your body and you felt as if someone was watching you.

Soon a young, blonde girl came to your sight. Starlight was her name, if you remembered right. She was so much like younger you and despite being the newest member of the seven you bet she was Homelander’s favourite. Hughie left your group and quickly joined her, then the two walked away.

‘’They look cute together’’

You admitted with a soft smile which dropped the moment you heard Butcher argue with one of the sellers. Rolling your eyes annoyed you motioned to M.M. to pull him away, while you apologize.

‘’It’s okay dear. It’s good thing that you took your dad here. May God have mercy on him’’

The older man said with a warm smile while you just nodded and run away. We’re you really looking like Butcher’s kid in that attire? You hoped not. Just as much as you hoped he didn’t hear the man’s words.

‘’I may not be your dad, but I sure can be your daddy’’

Billy smirked down at you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling close. He heard everything perfectly and you couldn’t fool him.

„You wish”

You hissed but didn’t pull away to Butcher’s surprise.

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When the time came your father flew to the stage and started his stupid speech. His words made you shiver the whole time, making Billy question your behavior. When the speech came to an end you took of your sunglasses, Homelander's sight immediately falling to you, as if he knew you we're there, your eyes piercing through each other with hatred and sadness. John noticed the dark haired man glued to your side and frowned. Was hooking up with his victim’s husband a way to angry him? A way to remind him of what he did? He had no idea, but was more than keen to find out. And you were more than keen to angry him even more. You already had a plan. While Hughie managed to snuck into a meeting with Ezekiel, thanks to Annie, you sent Milk off to look for something. In meantime you dragged Billy into a staff tent behing Ezekiel’s. The man looked at you confused before you pressed yourself against him, your lips attacking his.

‘’Woah ,woah, woah... What’s gotten into ya Moonie?’’

He asked after pulling away, which doesn’t mean he didn’t kiss back - quite the contrary – he kissed back even more passionately than you did. That’s when you started to have a weird feeling it was a bad idea to begin with, but decided to continue nonetheless.

‘’Well... Thought you could show me what a great daddy you can be’’

Biting your lip your hands traced down his torso slowly unbuttoning his - what everyone except of you would call - ugly hawaiian shirt.

‘’Here? Didn’t thought America’s sweetheart could be a little perv-’’

You cut him off by harshly pulling his chest hair. He winced a little but soon a smirk came back to his face.

‘’Okay, okay... Whateva you wish for princess’’

Leaning down he captured your lips. This time the kiss was more hungry, as if he was starved of you. And he was. After the second kiss his lips met your neck and left a trail of hickeys down to your collar bone. Huge palms gently gripped your asscheeks picking you up and placing down on a table nearby. He got rid of your hoodie with one swift motion and stared at your full breasts afterwards. You bit your lip softly, his only gaze making you wet, and unclasped your bra letting it fall down to the ground.

‘’God dammit Doll...’’

He groaned before attacking your chest with his plump lips. His beard tickled your skin and left red, itchy marks, but you couldn’t care less as you indulged in pleasure.

When Homelander was about to baptised people he could hear rustling and moans coming out of the tent behind the one he was in. He stared into the wall while Ezekiel talked, his brows furrowing deeply when he noticed your immoral actions through the thin material, thanks to his super vision. His heart started to beat faster with every second of watching Butcher staining you with sins, the vain on his forehead about to pop. You knew well he was watching you, that was the whole plan, otherwise you wouldn’t let Billy touch you like that. Not yet at least. When Butcher slipped his hand inside your sweatpants and panties, pressing his thumb to your aching clit you moaned out quietly.

‘’Mmm... Daddy... ‘’

Your words made Homelander’s jaw clench, especially that now your head was turned towards him, innocent blue eyes watching him with your super vision while Billy destroyed you, and even though he wanted to stop it, save his fallen angel from the brute he couldn’t because of the situation he was in. Soon Ezekiel’s words got him out of trance. Your moans made it hard for him to focus though, and he almost drowned Hughie – partly because of that and partly because he wanted to threaten you and the boy.

Billy was really skillful for a person who allegedly didn’t have sex in a long time. His digits slowly dragged through your folds a few times, getting coated in your slick before he pushed one of them inside you easily. He groaned into your ear feeling how wet you were. Gasping into his shoulder, your nails dug into his back.

„B-Billy... W-we don’t have much time... "

You barely mumbled out after the man pushed another finger inside of you and moved them slowly. He whimpered when your hand slid down his torso to grip his growing erection through the fabric of his jeans. You felt empty when his fingers left your hole, a soft wince escaping your lips. Butcher quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants with boxers slightly down, enough to pull out his member and pull them back up in case, while you shimmied out of your own. Grabbing your hand the man brushed it against your folds, gathering your wetness, then put it around his throbbing cock giving it a few pumps.

„You're so big... "

You whispered almost drooling. It felt embarrassing to think of his girth in the past, but it looked just as you imagined it to. Butcher lined himself against you then slowly pushed inside, earning a little bit too loud moan from you.

„Hey, hey. I know it feels good but we can't get caught can we? "

Billy grinned and you rolled your eyes, before locking them with his when he started to move. At first it was slow and deep, hitting all the juicy spots, but after a few seconds it got fast, hectic, starved, and you didn’t mind. It felt so good that for a moment you forgot about the real purpose of your actions. You burried his face between your breasts. He kissed and sucked them leaving your nipples sore while you once again looked in the direction where your father earlier was. He was gone now though and you let a dissatisfied groaned leave your lips. Billy stopped hearing your groan and looked up at you from between your boobs.

„Everythin okay? Did I do something wrong? "

The look on his face wasn’t confused, rather worried that he might have hurt you, which he wouldn’t like to do at all cost. It was the first time you saw him so worried about you and it felt funny considering what the two of you were doing. Your heart felt warm in that moment and you laughed softly, a reassuring smile on your face as you stroked his hair.

„No, no. Everything’s alright, don't worry”

„You sure? "

Nodding you gave him permission to continue and so he did. You had to admit the sex felt really good and you kind of wished to repeat it one day but in more comfortable surroundings. It took you only a few minutes to cum thanks to Billy's ministrations on your sensitive bud, but you felt it would take the man longer to get off. For a man his age he could last quite long. You pulled away from him, his member still standing firmly after leaving your pussy, then dropped down to your knees. The moment you licked it you felt Butcher's hand in your hair, fingers intertwining with the strands and the palm softly pushing you further after you took him in your mouth. But it wasn’t the only thing you felt. The other one was your father, once again observing the two of you and your actions. The corners of your mouth lifted when you noticed him now watching you from behind the scene, that familiar look of rage once again painted on his face brought happiness to you. Billy's quiet groans and whimpers filled the tent signaling both his pleasure and the fact that he was close. You didn’t want to waste any more time and started to bob your head rapidly every time trying to take more and more of him, which was hard because of your gag reflex. Soon his cock twitched and palm pressed your head all the way down, keeping it there for a few seconds while he spilled his hot seed inside, before pulling away to let you breathe. Smiling down at you the man breathed heavily, then picked you up and placed once again on the table. He gathered himself, then after wiping your face and womanhood with a tissue he found in your pants, he pulled them back on. Excpet, he forgot your panties.

„Billy..."

You frowned and crosses your arms over your already fully clothed chest.

„What? Can't I have a little souvenir? "

Butcher grinned at you, his hands stuffing your black panties in the back pocket of his jeans. You just rolled your eyes with a small smile you couldn’t help.

„Go find Milk, I still need to do something "

You ordered which he quickly obeyed and left after one last remark of how hot the whole situation was. Shortly after he left, someone walked in. Walking around you they stopped in front, a deep frown on their face while a bright, foolish grin graced yours.

‘’Well, well, well... Who do we have here’’

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Tag list: @demodemo909 @aleemendoza2425-blog @ostricx

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Masterlist

Shuri Udaku (Black Panther)

Riri Williams (Black Panther)

Scotty (Banana)

Jamie Harrison (Urban Hymn)

Shuri Udaku

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What type of kisser is Shuri? *

summary: This is just a little something from my mind based on what I think Shuri would be like when it comes to kissing.

You look good in black *

Summary: Shuri has just finished forming her alliance with Namor and recovering from the fight and you can't seem to tear your eyes away from how good she looks in her black panther suit.

Dates with Shuri *

Summary: Hc's

you look so much better without it *

summary: You become overcome with a vengeance after Shuri makes an alliance with Namor

How jealous can Shuri be? *

summary: Hc's

The scientist

summary: Wakanda has finally opened its doors to a few select young intelligent students from colleges all across the world and you're one of the few selected. While this is such an amazing opportunity to see some new land and be invited to a new and amazing place you can't help but shoot your shot at the princess.

Shuri is overprotective *

summary: Hc's

Are you ready? *

summary: you find yourself falling in love with the princess I mean how could you not? She's gorgeous and smart. The princess thinks you're bullshitting and has been pushing away her feelings in avoidance of getting hurt. She's afraid you'll run in fear of commitment.

Doing Shuri's hair *

summary: Hc's

you're Angry

summary: The reader is putting Shuri's head on the right because she's letting anger fuel her choices.

Our!?

summary: Sharing gifts on your anniversary leads to a welcoming surprise from Shuri.

Would you like me to be gentle?

summary: you are invited to Wakanda they were trying to open their doors more even though there are people who want and will steal from them. Princess Shuri assumes the type of person you are only to be proved wrong.

You broke up with me *

Summary: you and Shuri had broken up when she was in the worse state she couldn't deal with a girlfriend and grief so you left but now that you've come back all emotions come back full speed.

Let me help

Summary: The pain of period cramps will forever strike you worst than any punch to the stomach. your close friend Shuri offers help.

What would they use vibranium for?

Summary: A hilarious conversation shared between you and your girlfriend Shuri of five months.

Worship yourself

Summary: The reader has past self-harm scars and Shuri comforts her.

Wah!?

Summary: Shuri comforts the reader after she admits she's a bit jealous of her and Riri's relationship.

I think I want kids

Summary: Shuri discusses kids with the reader

Strictly Professional

Summary: The reader runs into Shuri on her way from work only to flirt and realize she should have been more professional

Not my girlfriend my wife

Summary: Random woman hits on you and Shuri lets it be known that you are hers.

Dumbass Question

Summary: A past conversation you had with Riri while you were high convinced you to ask Shuri a really dumb question.

They Kissing!

Summary: The reader and Shuri do Kompa dance

Shower kisses

summary: Shuri isn't feeling like her confident self after being healed from being impaled by Namor you remind her who she is.

My Sweet Shuri

summary: Reader never calls Shuri by her name, she only calls her My Sweet, and it’s been passed down generations. Her mother called her father that, her grandma called her grandmother that, and her grandma’s father called his partner that.... Long story short they're soulmates

Traitor

summary: The Dora Milaje was quick to kill however the princess refused to let them kill you. There was a new rule no death to their own people even if they were traitors you were a traitor truth be told you wanted Shuri's seat not as the black panther but the throne and you were prepared to fight for it or fuck for it.

Strictly professional part 2

Summary: the dinner easily became not so professional.

Why are you looking at me like that

Summary: Reader and shuri are in the lab late one night messing around and then realize that they have feelings for each other.

I almost killed him

Summary: you followed Shuri into her battle with Namor refusing to leave her side when you see she's losing you jump in head first. Talk about in the name of love.

Real deal pothead

Summary: You are Shuri's hairstylist and occasional hook-up she's telling you about her day and how stressful it is.

Silence

Summary: she thinks she's so damn smart you don't know if you hate her for that or love her for it.

You flew here!!

Summary: you've been complaining to Shuri about how much you've missed her this past week. She pops in for a surprise visit.

The Scientist part 2

Summary: Shuri does indeed show you the palace the first place being her bedroom. (There will be no smut so get that out of y'all's nasty little minds maybe some suggestive writing no smut for the most part.)

Make you smile

Summary: a conversation shared between the reader and Shuri in their bed.

Festival Feels

Summary: You and Shuri are childhood friends who drifted apart with Shuri's new found responsibilities but she hasn't seen you since you both were kids now you both are grown...feelings are revealed dates are planned

Baby, I'm right here

Summary: The reader experiences a panic attack due to the recent death of a friend Shuri does her best to comfort her.

Such a good girl 

Until I stopped feeling like you were mad at me 

Fucking embarrassing

Vibranium soldier 

I'm sorry 

Stranger 

No 

I'm proud of her 

Revenge is sweet but so is love pt1

Revenge is sweet but so is love pt2

Our scars 

My wife 

Go for it 

Mama, why you got tiger stripes?

Wonwabile sithandwa sam? 

I'm sleeping on the couch 

Don't stop 

Lucky woman 

You don't want my kisses? 

I don't belong here 

I almost killed him (rewrite) 

Riri Williams

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We both sick

Summary: You found out Riri has a cold and you're fifty minutes away.

Baby take a break

Summary: You've been studying for the most complex test of the term and Riri just gives you a little distraction based on seeing how stressed you are.

Dating Riri

Summary: hc's

you're Ironheart

Summary: you're obsessed with Ironheart and catching sightings of her you find out who she really is she's a lot closer to home.

Get Behind Me

Summary: you finally let Riri meet your folks.

You don't look happy how can I fix that

Summary: Your girlfriend won't let you shake ass at a party so you drop her and have fun with Riri Williams instead who ends up becoming far more than just her name to you as the night goes on.

Did you just wipe my kiss away?

Summary: literally what it says 😅

Wash day

Summary: you and Riri go to visit your family and your mother mentions you need your hair washed so Riri volunteers in helping.

Riri Williams at a party

summary: hc's

Distraction

Summary: A tipsy and rather talkative Riri Williams catches you crying in the bathroom. One thing leads to another but you two can't seem to leave each other.

Riri Williams the liar, the manipulator, and the lover

Summary: Riri finally chooses you

Love is never too fast

Summary: you've invited your girlfriend back into your home after making an alliance with the world of Talokan after two years because you have an important question to ask.

Hard to come by

Summary: Riri is getting ready for her birthday dinner and you're too busy admiring her beauty.

She's so beautiful when she's sleeping

Summary: you fall asleep on face time and Riri comes and visits your apartment with breakfast from waffle house.

Two hours 

Is there still love? 

I love you, baby

Real dumb questions

One good day 

Mistletoe kisses 

Stay the night 

First kiss 

Chaotic but lazy day 

Damn you like me or something?

New years

Go fuck yourself Riri Williams pt1

Go fuck yourself Riri Williams pt2

I need a favor 

I felt filthy 

Too cute 

Drop him in a heartbeat

Friend!? 

She's here to work 

Photos? 

What's so special about dating girls? 

Hey, can I get your number? 

I'm fucking Ironheart

5'9

I'm not going to die 

Plenty fish in the sea

Don't fuck me up 

Stud!Riri Hc's 

Cocky bitch 

My boys want to talk to you 

When we're thirty 

22 going on 23

Should have been me 

Jamie Harrison

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You deserve someone who will fight for you not throw you into the fight Part 1

Request: The reader is new to the alpha house after Leanne gets arrested and is really reserved and quiet, and Jamie just gravitates toward her to heal or whatever but when Leanne comes back Jamie is forced to choose between them

You deserve someone who will fight for you not throw you into the fight Part 2

Summary: Part 2^^^

I can be your friend

Summary: Jamie and the reader meet at the club and sneak away together having a moment before parting ways. Only for Jamie to come back in search for her after Leanne gets locked up again.

Runaway hearts

She's a need not a want

So what?

I'll stay

Scotty

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I see you too

Request: Scotty is stalking fem reader, but it turns out the reader was the first to notice Scotty and has actually been following her around for way longer.

Care to do it again

Summary: Scotty asks for your help when it comes to talking to women not knowing you have had a crush on her for two years or so that's what you think.

I have loved you since I saw you 

Crush

Your frown tears me apart 

Dating Scotty Hc's 

Stay the night 

(^ Working on more for her don't worry about the lack of fics.^)

Rosalie Otterbourne

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PATCHED UP: ellie williams x fem reader ( for @zndayacc ❤️‍🩹 )

SUMMARY: Ellie comes back from Seattle all bloodied and bruised so you patch her up and stay with her.

WARNINGS: Blood, death mentions

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You had been worried sick for days for your best friend as she went on a trip to Seattle for vengeance for Joel. Joel was like a father to her so you understood her need to take care of his murderer. You would’ve gone with her but you had your duties to attend to at Jackson.

You almost felt guilt pang in your stomach as you see Ellie, Dina who were trying their best to walk an unconscious Tommy through the gates of Jackson. Everyone in the community rushes over to attend to their injuries. Well, mostly Tommy’s considering he had been shot in the eye.

Your stomach drops when you realise someone was missing, Jesse. He had gone after them because he didn’t want them to do it alone, and he also looked up to the man who was killed by Abby and her crew.

You notice Ellie’s broken expression meet yours, you quickly pick up the pace and run over to her. You carefully bring her into an embrace, being careful you never harmed her more than she was. “I was worried sick.”

“Jesse—” Her broken voice starts to speak up.

You cut her off, “I figured.” You feel the tears brim in your eyes but shake them off as the most important thing at hand right now was Ellie. “Let’s get you patched up, okay?” She barely nods before you drag her over to the small med bay, considering you’re a nurse you know what you’re doing.

It had been a whole after patching Ellie up you take her to where she stays and gets her in her bed. What she needs was rest for the eventful days she had went through.

Ellies voice croaked as she started speaking, “Abby— She’s still out there. Free. She killed Joel she doesn’t deserve to wander—” She doesn’t get to finish as she starts breaking down. You immediately go to her side, bringing her into a hug as her tears soak into your t-shirt but you didn’t seem to mind, since it was Ellie.

You draw stars on her shoulder to try and calm her. She had been bottling up her emotions since Joel died in front of her, she needed this, to let it go. “Its okay.” You comfort her. Your voice soothing her as her sobs start to slow down. “Come on,” You move her so she can lay down on her bed. “You need some rest.”

Ellie doesn’t fight, she lets you tuck her in to her comforter as she feels sleep ready to take over her. You notice her tired expression and get ready to leave her to get some rest but she stops you. “Please, stay. I can’t be alone.”

All you do is nod, and get into bed with her, her arms going around your waist as your hands finds their way through her hair, massaging her scalp. She falls asleep in no time, you look at her and notice how peaceful she looks when shes asleep. You then fall asleep not long after Ellie did. Both your bodies still tangled together.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Full Speed Ahead

Prologue =-= Next

Author's note: More of Karlsor per poll request! This is his Husbandry Debut.

Summary: Karlsor arrives on Ancient Terra and decides to cause Problems on Purpose.

Warnings: Swearing, let me know if I need to add anything more. Okay?

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Karlsor was stalking after some Loyalists that he's spotted on this random ass planet that he's landed on. He doesn't remember being flown to this planet. The last thing he remembered was getting in a drop pod, ready to fight Ultramarines on McCragge, per the orders of his nearly fucking insane Primarch.

He noticed the large fuckers, one in Raven Guard colors, one in a strange heraldry and colors he doesn't recognize, but equally, unfairly massive as fuck. A third Scout-ling of the line of Dorn- from his silver hair, fair skin and blue eyes, with a medkit- and the fussy-clucking of an Apothecary.

They were being led by another Larger than normal Scout-ling, this one covered in mud from head to toe, and he doesn't see any obvious indicators of which legion the big shit belongs to. They head to, yet another giant fucking Scout- this one in the colors and heraldry of those uppity Blood Angels, he rears back silently- spotting the Wings, but as he shifts his weight, the Blood Angel with wings is too small to be Primarch Sanguinius.

He narrows his eyes as he tries to recall if any of the Blood Angels have ever had wings, or if he's heard of such rumors. Then again, such rumors and knowledge is kept from the 'insane murderous butchers' of his Legion. Still a whole bunch of Loyalist Scoutlings, unaware of him, his grin is sharp and vicious, and his eyes gleam with a dark joy.

Oh- he's going to enjoy hearing them scream as he gets answers of where they fuck they are and how he got here from where he'd been. Then- one of the little shits- the one in Raven Guard colors suddenly turns and looks in his direction- having spotted him. Karlsor gives him an unhinged, sharp grin and waved at the little Raven.

Who looks gratifyingly spooked as he hisses at the others. The other little birdy with wings, will be fun to pluck the feathers out of. Sons of Sanguinius have such a pretty-shiny reputation, after their Primarch showed up, before they'd had a reputation and style of fucking shit up worse than his Legion had before.

The bastards had been lucky to get the shiny-pretty Holy Great Angel, while he and his legion were stuck with the mad-bastard who barely understood who friend or foe was and hated all of them. He closes his eyes briefly before opening them. Now is not the time to brood about the past as he stalks closer to the strange too-large Scouts- and the bundle of them, after patching up the Blood Angel were trying to skitter out of the forest and evade him. Cute.

Not for nothing is he a Raptor Lord of the Night Lords as he chases after the scout-lings. Allowing them to run, to see where they would go. The Apothecary in no armor- which is fucking stupid has a conflicted expression on his face, before he murmurs something, turning his face so that Karlsor can't read his lips.

Which is a rude thing, clever, but rude of him. One of the others rumbles something in return and they seem to send a vox to… someone. It's cute how they think that they can call for help, they are stuck in this forest with him little Scouts- he ensures to croon that out, pitching his voice so that they can hear him.

Oh- that spooks the bundle of them. The Little Angel's wings flaring in alarm, trying to block the view of the rest of the Scouts. Like that would do much, more fuck all then stop Karlsor. Which has him chortling and taunting the Scout-lings.

As he approaches, he stops for a moment, as a truly Horrendous scent suddenly hits him like a punch to the gut and his eyes almost water. He's smelled death, and dead things rotten- but that overripe scent is by far one of the worst things he's ever smelled in his life as he tries not to gag or throw up as he hears a strange voice warble out.

"Now, Night Lord," A voice croons at him, his head snapping in the direction of the… Thing- it looks like a Death Guard. Sort of.

"What the fuck are you?" Karlsor asks bluntly.

"My, you are a rude one," Hura says, "I am a Death Guard Apothecary."

"The Fuck you are!" Karlsor says bluntly, "I know hygiene isn't Death Guard Astartes best trait, but fuck you are a nasty, gaint fucker ain't ya?"

Hura's smile behind his helmet has him frowning. "Do you know about Chaos, little cousin?"

"… The way you say Chaos, sounds like it should mean something," Karlsor says eyes narrowing at the strange, stinking Thing.

He's got both eyes on this new threat- the little Scoutlings are scampering out of his sight. Clever bastards- avoiding two Larger Threats. He's still going to hunt after them later. He has to deal with… whatever the fuck this is.

"It does mean sommething," Hura replies, still patient, just less amused. "When are you from? What was happening before you got here?"

"I was in a drop pod headed to fight on McCragge," Karlsor replies.

"Ah, you are from during the failed Rebellion of Horus." Hura muses.

"The fuck? So it doesn't end well. Fucking perfect," Karlsor groans, "Wait… what do you mean failed?"

Hura chuckles and explains when and where they are. As well as about how there is an… Alliance between the Chaos, Renegade, and Loyalist factions.

"So I'm not allowed to go after those Scouts then?" Karlsor asks unhappily, "And just why should I listen to you? Or to this so called grox-shit alliance?"

"Because you will be hunted down, punished and likely tortorously killed for breaking the alliance," Hura replies, his voice still sounding so amused and patient.

There was a darker turn to his words, and his giant fucking frame seems a bit more… ominous.

"… You make a good point. Death Guard," Karlsor replies reluctantly eyeing the … other 'Astartes' with careful caution.

[baronessblixen]

Prompt? Mulder and Scully pick out baby furniture and later talk about baby names? Or one or the other, I'm happy either way! 🙈

Look who's answering a five-year-old prompt! I think this was supposed to be about the new baby, but I wrote about William instead.

Fluff, set after "Alone": With Mulder being unemployed, and Scully on maternity leave, they spend their time thinking about furniture, baby names, and all the ways their lives will change. (wc: 1,378)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 14: Preparation is Everything

Fox Mulder is a new man.

His naked body is still adorned with pale scars, but they’re healing, slowly fading away. Soon, they will be gone, and with them the only proof of what he went through. How many people can claim to have come back from the death? Mulder doesn’t even want to know.

The other day, Scully left a pamphlet for group therapy on his coffee table. His first instinct was to throw it into the trash, but then he reconsidered. Scully isn’t pushing him. No one is. They’re all just glad he’s back among the living. Well, most of them. He bets that Kersh can’t wait for him to die for real. That feeling, he realizes, is mutual.

When he stood in front of Kersh's desk, his former boss barely able to contain his glee, he was ready to fight. To defend himself and go on another rampage. That feeling lasted all of five seconds. Not worth it, a voice inside him whispered. He thought of Scully, and the baby, and knew that they were the only thing that mattered to him now. They didn’t need him jumping off oil rigs. He’s caused Scully seven years of grief and he was done. Enough was enough. Someone else could take over the X-Files. He may not trust Doggett yet, but Scully does. And when Scully trusts someone, he knows they’re good people.

So, he’s Fox Mulder now. Just Fox Mulder. Unemployed bum, spending time at his partner’s apartment whenever she lets him, and trying to figure out what to do next.

“What are you doing?” Mulder asks as he steps into the living room where Scully sits on the couch, engrossed in a colorful catalog.

“Looking at baby furniture,” she replies with a sigh.

“I thought- I thought you already had everything.”

“I thought I’d have more time,” she admits sheepishly, biting her lip. Seeing his Scully unprepared for anything just makes him love her more. But he knows better than to tease her.

“Well, you’re in luck,” Mulder says, sitting down next to her. “We both have plenty of time. With me being fired, and you on maternity leave, we have all the time in the world. Let’s go shopping.”

“Mulder, we have the catalog.” She points at a crib with a smiling baby inside of it. Mulder thinks it looks a bit like an alien. “We can order everything we need.”

“Or,” he says, drawing the word out. “We can go into a store and pick things out.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure I don’t want the kid to sleep in a thing that looks like this.” He points at the ugliest crib he’s ever seen. “$1000? Does it come with the whole apartment? Come on, Scully. It’s going to be a nice trip to Babies'R'Us.”

*

“Does no one work anymore?” Mulder mumbles as he and Scully step into the crowded baby store. There are squeaky bright colors everywhere and Mulder doesn’t know where to start. He keeps close to Scully’s side, but she, too, seems overwhelmed by the sheer size of this place.

“Wish you were hunting monsters instead?” he asks Scully and she gives him a small smile.

“At least we have experience with that.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Mulder assures her. “Look, that’s the baby section. Let’s start there.”

In the end, it’s not as difficult as either of them thought it would be. It doesn’t take them long to find the essentials. They both fall in love with the same crib and Mulder gets so excited that he kisses her quickly and noisily in front of another family, not caring at all.

“Mulder.” Her cheeks are coloring and she’s looking around nervously. Old habits die hard.

“I doubt we’ll run into Skinner or Kersh here, Scully. Or anyone we know. Either way, we’re not working together anymore, are we?” The realization hits him that he’s telling the truth. As of right now, they’re no longer work partners. There’s nothing holding them together. He’s not even FBI anymore.

“Are you all right?” Scully touches his chest.

“I’m- I just realized that we’re no longer partners.”

“Are you leaving me?” There’s no worry in her voice, but rather amusement.

“You know what I mean.”

“Mulder, we don’t need to be working together in the basement to be partners. You know that, right? We are partners in this.” She takes his hand and puts it on her stomach. “Unless you-”

“Oh, I want. I’m all in, Scully. I hope you know that?” She nods, and he sees a few tears pool in the corner of her eyes. He almost ruined another moment with his insecurities.

“Do you think we have everything we need for now?”

“You’re tired,” Mulder states and she doesn’t deny it.

“And hungry,” she says with an apologetic smile.

“We’ll get you and Junior something to eat. Let’s get out of here.”

*

Their baby is a pizza lover. They may not know much about their child yet, but they do know that. Mulder watches Scully happily lick her fingers clean after eating a slice of greasy pepperoni pizza and thinks he might even be a little turned out by her enjoyment of it.

“Happy now?” he asks her, unable to hide his own happiness.

“Very much so. I just- I need to get comfortable.” She’s half sitting, half lying on the couch, and watching him with curious eyes. She’s been doing that a lot lately. Who can blame her? After all, she had to bury him. Had to try and make peace with him being gone and having to do all of this on her own. He doesn’t want to think about missing all of this. He’s missed so much already. The moment she found out. The morning sickness. Her growing belly. He missed all of it. He can only try to make up for all of it now. But they will never get that time back.

“Mulder, stop,” she says gently, a hand on his thigh. “I can feel you thinking.”

“Can you?” he asks with a sad smile.

“I wish I could turn back the time and-”

“None of this is your fault, Scully.”

“It’s not your fault either.”

“Debatable.”

“Not debatable,” she says firmly. “You’re here now and it’s everything- Mulder, it’s everything.”

“You know you’ll see a lot of me now, right? With me being out of a job. I need to- I will find something. We can’t let Junior think I’m some kind of slob.”

“You’re going to be an amazing father,” Scully whispers as if she were sharing a secret.

“Let’s hope you’re right.”

“I’m always right.” She winks at him and they both laugh softly. A truce.

“Have you thought about names for Junior?” Mulder asks as Scully snuggles into his side. He puts his arm around her and, a bit more hesitantly, lets his hand wander to her stomach. What a miracle they’ve created together.

“I have a few ideas. What about you?”

“It’s your decision.”

“Mulder.”

“No, I think you should decide. I’ll veto if it’s something like… Nimrod.”

“Too bad. That was my favorite.” She grins up at him. “I was thinking about all the people we lost. Samantha and Melissa. We could pick something similar to that, to honor them. Or give them a name with no memories attached. Give them a fresh start.”

“They deserve a fresh start.” Mulder kisses her temple.

“All of us do,” Scully says, putting her hand on top of Mulder’s on her stomach. “We’ll know what to call him when we see him.”

“Him?” Mulder asks.

“Or her.”

“You know,” Mulder says, closing his eyes, and letting his imagination take over. “I think our child is going to change the world. Save it even, maybe. They’re going to do great things.” He can see it. Can see their child grow up from baby to child, to teenager and adult. He can’t wait to be there and watch every single step they take. Holding their hand if they need him to.

“I think you’re right, Mulder,” Scully says.

“You hear that, baby?” Mulder presses his ear to her stomach, murmuring the words against the fabric of her shirt. “Your mom just said I’m right.”

[teruel-a-witch]

the show never gave us a high school reunion episode which is a staple of procedurals/crime dramas so I came up with one, that's why the dialogue is in script format(ish)

the body of danny's high school guidance councillor is discovered on the school grounds, all ties lead to a huge pool of potential suspects including former students and teachers and maybe even a janitor with mob ties. too many suspects with skeletons in their closets are likely to lie to the police and the case could easily go unsolved.

luckily, danny's 20 year reunion is coming up, so he is asked by the local pd to go undercover and secretly question his classmates because they are more likely to spill the secrets if they don't know they are being investigated, as people love to gossip at this kind of events.

danny initially didn't want to go to the reunion which bummed steve out because he was hoping to tag along and get some of the high school experience he had missed out on, and maybe find out some more about danny's life before they met.

steve: i don't get why you hate the idea so much.

danny: i know my wicked good looks and charming personality may lead you to believe i was popular in high school, but that was not the case. of course, you wouldn't get it, i bet you had girls fighting to the death for the pleasure of going to prom with you.

steve: *looks down* we didn't have one at the academy.

danny: right, sorry, forgot you came off the conveyor belt at the factory fully formed. most of us regular flesh and blood humans don't wish to revisit the awkward teenage years. but that's a moot point right now, i gotta help my buddie at the newark pd.

and so steve ends up tagging along. for back-up, of course.

(picture steve and danny standing in the ballroom at the reunion as danny explains to him the veritable who and who of his former classmates/suspects)

former prom queen: so where is the lovely mrs. williams?

danny: *looks at steve across the room talking to some people* he's over there. i let him keep his own name, because i'm nice like that. babe?? come over here, don't make me look like a loser who came to his high school reunion by himself.

of course, steve plays along, even tho initially danny rejected the idea of posing as a couple but he understands that being divorced already makes danny feel like a failure on his own, he doesn't want to give the former mean girls material to make fun of him some more. especially because danny has told him he had asked one of them to prom and not only did she laugh she told all of her friends and they all agreed he was punching above his weight.

truth be told steve is all too happy to escape the unwanted attention of soccer mums and some of their bi-curious husbands that were circling him like a bunch of hungry vultures. he would much rather be danny's pretend husband (if it's as close as he gets to the real thing)

everyone cooes over steve and danny, even tho danny knows most of them would not have been this progressive in the 90s, so he privately sneers at what a bunch of hypocrites they are. a part of him, however, enjoys the clear jealous looks of former beauty queens turned soccer mums and bitter divorcées, because yes, he, danny williams, can pull a gorgeous navy seal, whom all of them tried to hit on when they first came on scene, so who's punching about his weight now, brenda?

eventually, they find the information they need, as well as reveal a bunch of other unrelated secrets, and there's even an impressive suspect take-down. danny is grateful that steve helped him get through this unpleasant reunion and vows to somehow make up for one milestone steve had missed out on.

steve: ready to go home?

danny: not quite yet. the principal scheduled a do-over dance after that whole fiasco, and i wondered maybe you would like to go with me? it's not exactly prom but ...

steve: *is touched* i would be lucky to go with you.

danny: who says you are getting lucky after?

steve: *blushes* i didn't mean ...

danny: relax, who knows where the night takes us, i always wanted to make out with the quarterback under the bleachers *he winks*

steve assumed danny was joking (he wasn't) but they still spent a nice evening. they didn't have to maintain the cover anymore but neither felt like ruining the fantasy so they even slow danced to 'i'll stand by you' by the pretenders. if only had steve requested another '95 hit - bon jovi's 'always' danny would have proposed on the spot, but alas, they were still bound by restrictive tv gods.

[k4marina]

lives on

synopsis : even after the death of tony stark, he remains in his two daughters

warnings : tony’s death (i think that’s it), just overall angst with a lil fluf/comfort, unedited or proofread, this idea literally just came to me and i had to write it out ig

the backyard of starks cabin was filled with superheroes and loved ones, all chatting and laughing about. you could hear sam and bucky playfully arguing around the grill, beers in hand.

bruce, carol, and thor sprawled out talking about their space travels, with thor’s signature loud laugh. inside, pepper and laura were finishing up some of the food. clint and his kids (including little miss kate) were sat in the living room fighting over who gets to play the next round of mortal combat.

all in all, everyone was having a good time. the night was settling down and you and your mother brought out the cake. morgan, who’s been floating around everyone throughout the night was glued to your side, eyes wide and ready to cut the cake.

everyone had gather outside, smiling as you, morgan, and pepper sat around the cake. they started singing happy birthday, some going the more ‘normal’ route while others did their own thing (thor).

“happy birthday to you, tony stark, happy birthday to you!”

you three leaned in blowing the candles while everyone cheered. pepper cut the cake and morgan and you helped pass it around, conversations being picked up again.

“uncle bruce! uncle bruce! look what i can do!” all eyes turned to the little stark as she began to recite all of the elements of the period table. you and your mother watched in awe at the little girl. she reminded you all of him so much.

when you were younger, everyone told you how much you and your father were like twins and now, you could say that about morgan, too.

after reciting the periodic table, and getting a bunch of cheers, she went off to spitting facts about different elements.

“palladium is the 46th on the table, and it’s atomic number. it was discovered by william hyde wollaston, and then, grandpa howard used it to power his arc reactor at stark industries, and then, dad used it for his own arc reactor, but because it made him sick he had to redo the this allll over again, and he had to replace using grandpas notes!”

“that’s right, morgan, good job sweetie!” pepper gave her a kiss on the side of her head. you shook your head at the memories of your dad going of his shit and how (when you finally figured out what was going on) you gave him a lecture of a lifetime.

bruce chuckled, “i’m not even surprised, the stark gene lives on!” everyone laughed, agreeing. both you and your sister were gifted from a young age, just like your father, and as much as you wished he could see it now, like he saw it with you, you know he’d be proud of how his girls were growing up.

your eyes stung, tears creeping up, but blinked them away. this was a time for celebration, no need to cry. glancing over at your family, human, android, god, and all, you were thankful for them all.

happy birthday, dad.

oof, don’t know how to feel about this one. hopefully it was too bad (fingers crossed) or sad idk. stay safe y’all :)

[kpop-stories-21]

Stains of Crimson | Part 1

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Jongho x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Dark Fae AU, Fantasy AU, Angst, Smut, Dark Content

Content & Trigger Warnings: Daoine Sidhe!Jongho, Pirate Captain!Reader, dark content, graphic descriptions of fighting, graphic descriptions of death, graphic descriptions of gore, blood, injuries, brief & graphic mention of torture

Summary: On the eve of a semi-successful catch, your crew mutinies, leaving you tied up on some unknown island inside a circle of mushrooms

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“Ship ahoy!” Came the cry from the crow’s nest. Spyglass raised, you turned your gaze to the sea and there, just off the starboard bow, was your prize: a merchant’s ship called the Santa Avaña, which was reportedly filled to near bursting with all manner of priceless jewels and artefacts. This haul should allow you and your crew to take a lavish holiday somewhere more friendly to pirates.

“Orders, Captain?” First Mate Jeonghan asked, coming up beside you. Pocketing your spyglass, you turned to him with fire in your grey eyes.

“We’ll use that approaching fog bank to our advantage, come up near her stern and take her from behind. With luck, they’ll never even see us coming.”

“Aye, sounds like a good plan to me.” Jeonghan nodded and left to pass on the plan of attack.

A chill wind whipped the icy fog through the air, threatening to rip your hat from its perch. You stood ready at the bow of your own ship, the Poison, one hand on your cutlass and the other on your pistol. Just a bit closer…closer…now!

“Attack!” You cried out, grabbing hold of a rope and swinging aboard the other ship. Whipping your cutlass out, you immediately began to hack your way through soldier and servant alike. The pirate scourge Scarla had never left a soul alive before, and you certainly weren’t going to start now.

Blood painted the deck in a crimson display, the battle nearly over before it had really begun. Many a new conscript had complained of ears ringing from all the screams, but you had long since grown used to it. In fact, some small part of you even enjoyed those sounds of the abject terror that preluded death.

Before long silence reigned once more on the deck of the Santa Avaña, peaceful in her dying moments. None but the ship’s captain still drew breath, and he was only saved in order to unlock the cargo hold.

“You filthy fucking pirates!” He screamed, half-mad with fury and fright. “Just wait until the navy hears about this. They’ll catch you one day, and then you’ll hang for your crimes!!”

You laughed mirthlessly, fingers gripping his hair tightly as you hauled him off his knees up to eye level. “But who will tell the Navy if there are no survivors?”

The captain wheezed out a laugh, spittle mixing with the blood pooling in his mouth. “I feared such an attack, and left my son instructions to alert the Navy if I failed to arrive at my destination.”

You grinned wickedly, knowing what you were about to say would likely break this pathetic man. “Your son wouldn’t happen to have the name William, would he?”

The captain’s body sagged, some of the life leaving his eyes. “You- What did you do to him, you monster?!”

You giggled lightly, the growing flames that surrounded you making you look like the madwoman you were. “Oh, nothing too bad; just cut off a few fingers, maybe a limb or two. Whatever it took for him to send a letter to the Navy informing them that your trip would be delayed a few days. Then we left him there. He’s probably bled out by now, you know.”

An almost animalistic cry ripped from the captain’s blood-speckled lips, the willpower draining from his eyes as he slumped back onto his knees. Weakly digging through his pockets, he produced the key to the ship’s cargo hold, tossing it at your feet with a half-hearted attempt at disgust.

“Just take it and kill me. I have nothing left to fight for anymore.”

You leaned down, picking up the key and pocketing it with a chuckle. “I find that quite agreeable, don’t you boys?” The cheers of your crew filled the once silent air.

“Vernon and Seungcheol, with me. The rest of you, take care of this pitiful excuse for a human and prepare to finish burning the ship.”

The two crewmates you named split from the group and fell in behind you as you made your way into the lower decks of the ship. You found the cargo hold almost immediately, and unlocked it with the captain’s key. To your dismay, however, the hold was only half full and many of the items didn’t even look to be worth two dirt-covered gold pieces.

“Lying bastards!” You hissed, features dark with fury. Red-hot colour stained your vision and you swung your cutlass wildly, taking out your anger out on the ship itself. After several tense moments, you finally came back to yourself and looked at the two concerned men apologetically. They said nothing, merely nodding in acknowledgement, then Seungcheol went and fetched a few of the crew to help carry everything back to the ship.

As things were being transferred, you got the odd sense that some of the crew were harbouring feelings of anger or suspicion towards you, but you chalked it up to lingering nerves from your momentary breakdown and left it at that. Once back onboard the Poison, the archers among your crew lit flaming arrows and set the remains of the Santa Avaña ablaze.

You watched the hunk of burning wood sink into the unforgiving waves, then turned back to your own ship. Many of the crewmembers were huddled together, whispering amongst themselves. Something about it put you on edge, so you made a mental note to ask Seungcheol about it later. For now, it was time for everyone to rest and recover from the battle(if it could even be called that).

You were awakened in the dark of night by a hand clapped over your mouth. Instinctively you reached for your cutlass, only to find that your arms were restrained behind you. You cast your gaze around the room, trying to identify your attacker, and were shocked to find that it was none other than Seungcheol who was holding you down. He at least had the decency to look somewhat apologetic when you made eye contact.

“Sorry Captain.” He murmured as he wrapped a cloth over your lips. “Me and some of the others have been feeling like you’re holding out on us, keeping some of the booty for yourself. This seemed the only way to change things.”

So that’s what all this is about. You mused to yourself. A mutiny. Rage rose up within you and you sat, seething, while Seungcheol bound you tightly.

“A few of the boys were against the mutiny; namely Joshua, Vernon, Seungkwan, and Seokmin; but they were outnumbered by the rest of us. The place we’re sailing to has reportedly had a lot of fairy circles show up lately, so when we land we’ll leave you in a fairy circle and let the Fae deal with you.”

You rolled your eyes. Your parents had believed in such fairytales as well, hammering basic rules for encountering “the Fae” into you so often you could probably still recite them in your sleep. Fairytales were just crutches for weak-minded people, and you were disappointed in your crew for stooping to such levels when you’d thought of them as such strong-willed individuals.

It took almost four full days to reach the place Seungcheol had spoken of, time during which you were kept bound and gagged in your cabin. None of the crewmates who were sympathetic to you were allowed to see you and your meals were sparse enough that by the time the faint call of “Land ho!” reached your ears, hunger pains were beginning to set in. You had to admit, you’d taught them well how to be harsh and ruthless to their prisoners.

It was not Seungcheol who came to fetch you when the Poison docked, but Minghao and Mingyu. Mingyu untied your feet, and the two of them half-dragged you across the main deck until the feeling returned to your legs and you could walk on your own.

Seungcheol was waiting at the bottom of the gangplank, and soon the four of you began the trek into the woods to find a “fairy circle”. Half-an-hour or so passed until Seungcheol stopped, eyes on the ground in front of him. He stepped aside, and you finally saw what he’d been looking for: a large group of mushrooms growing in a perfect circle. You had to admit, it was rather unusual how perfectly the ring had grown. Mingyu re-tied your feet and they laid you on your side in the midst of the circle.

“So long Captain.” Minghao spoke for the first time.

“A shame things had to end this way.” Mingyu added, not looking very sorry about it.

The three men turned and walked away without looking back.

You lay on the damp earth for gods knew how long, alternating between bouts of sleep and wakefulness. As the sun was colouring the sky on its way down, you heard the telltale sounds of many feet headed your way. Immediately alert, your eyes darted from place to place, ever watchful as you worked to catch a glimpse of who - or what - was approaching.

Several figures came out of the growing shadows, walking straight towards you. As they got closer you could make out odd features on some of them, such as pointed ears, strangely coloured eyes, or even wings. Much as you hated to admit it, it seemed the Fae really did exist after all.

“Look, Astario, this little fly has already been tied up!” The Fae at the front of the group declared with a derisive chuckle.

The one named Astario grinned smugly. “Indeed! It seems a spider did not want this one. Perhaps we can find a use for her, Ronwyl.”

Ronwyl nodded. “The Doctor will be most pleased.”

Leaning over, Astario yanked you roughly to your feet, untied the rope around your ankles, and tied your wrists to the saddle of a horse that you presumed was his. “Do try to keep up, little fly.”

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[pixievi]

hii how are you? i hope you're doing well. god you write smut so good. like..how?? it's just mmhm fucking fantastic i- *slams head against the wall*

when i found out you'll write for ellie my heart was running laps!😭 so about that..

can i (please) ask a rough sex with dom!ellie williams x reader with a breeding kink if you don't mind writing another one. but rlly, the rough strapon sex would be more than enough. I've been looking for it for so longg but i can't find any so i thought i could ask...sweet jesus this woman is gonna be the death of me. i need to touch some grass.

thanks pixie:3 i hope this reaches u. ily♡

THATS MY SHIT RIGHT FUCKING THERE !! 😩 And tysm, I’m very new to writing it so that means a lot 💜

PRETTY LITTLE PREY

MDNI OR I’LL ‘WHAT MOUTH?’ YOU

warnings : foreplay/roleplay, established consent and safeword before play, hunter/prey dynamics, dom!ellie, sub!reader, afab!reader, manhandling, rough sex, struggle, fighting, breeding, strap on, outdoor sex, sadistic ellie, dubious consent, slapping, hair pulling, degradation, fluffy ending

word count : 1,9k

The lush green forest was silent. After rain mist clung gently to the trees and vegetation covered ground. You crouched under a tree, struggling to catch your breath with a hand over your mouth. You peeked out, still seeing nothing. Which worried you. She was right on your heels before you found a place to hide. Your heart slowed, comforted by the cover of the brush all around you that sat under your tree. Goosebumps rose on your exposed skin as the cold bit. You had lost your jacket in the first struggle, your tank top offered no protection. You’ll have to move, soon. It’s not a good idea to stay in the same place.

Snap

You froze, the sound echoing all around you. The seconds after felt like a lifetime as you waited. You tensed, ready to fight or run again. Risking another peek around the tree, you saw nothing. No animal, no person. You were hoping that it would have been just some deer enjoying the dewy grass, but no. There was nothing. But twigs don’t snap by themselves. Still, you relaxed, somewhat. Getting up slowly, you readied yourself. Still behind the tree. You wondered where she was and what she’ll do when she catches you.

Birds shrieked, flapping away

They flashed by your tree and you swung your head around. Locking eyes with the hunter stalking forwards. She sprang into a run as you sprinted. Jumping over roots. Ducking under branches. Leaves crunching under your boots. Your chest heaved as the sound of her racing behind you grew closer. You tore right, hoping the sudden change would catch her off guard. But it didn’t. She still kept up.

“I’m coming for you!”, she growled.

You were running out of breath. You cursed as you stumbled. The hunter pummelled into you, bringing you to the ground with a thump. She chuckled darkly into your neck as you squirmed under her. Your foot connected with her thigh, which she quickly moved between your legs. But not before you landed a swift kick into her stomach. Loosening her grip on you with an angry ‘oof’. You scrambled away from her.

“Now where do you think you’re going, pretty thing?”, she gripped your ankle, dragging you back to her.

Your scream of frustration was cut off by a calloused hand, shushing you in mock sweetness. “Shut up”

You grappled with her, a constant back and forth which the hunter seemed to enjoy. Your struggling against her, the chase, your whimpers…all ignited a heat within her. Her darkened gaze raked over your body has you feebly fought against her, growing more weak by the second. She threw off her backpack and picked you up, shoving you against a tree. You pushed against her shoulders as her mouth attacked your neck, her warm tongue on the sensitive skin sending tingles down your back. You whimpered in protest. Her hands gripped your hips tighter, resting her leg again between yours. The tight muscles were firm against your warm core. You flushed as your pussy grew wetter. You fought the urge to grind against her. She nipped at you, making you jump. You squirmed against her again, but this time you accidentally made contact with her thigh. You gasped as pleasure shot up through you. She licked up your neck to your ear.

“I bet you’re dripping for me huh? Little bunny”, she cooed.

You shook your head furiously, pushing against her. But she just slammed your hips down onto her thigh, roughly sliding your clothed pussy along it. You bit your lip, throwing your head back. You will not give her the satisfaction of hearing you moan for her. She smiled devilishly, dancing her fingers delicately down your sides.

“You shouldn’t have ran”, she whispered in your ear. “I love that”

Her fingers traced the outline of your tits before gripping them harshly, squeezing them. Slapping them. The sting going straight between your legs, making you even wetter than before. She gripped your face, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes held a devious glint, positively wild. She smirked at your now meek expression, bringing her face closer to yours. She gently pressed her lips to yours, pushing against you. She slowly swiped her tongue across your bottom lip, nipping at you when you didn’t respond. You let her in. She groaned, pressing her crotch against your stomach as her tongue invaded your mouth.

You fought for dominance while the messy kiss sent butterflies fluttering wildly in your tummy. She eventually won, her body buzzing with excitement from all the difficulties you’ve been giving her. It made her hungry to fill you up with her. Her little prey.

“I think you wanted me to give chase on purpose”, she whispered against your lips. “You need to be bred, is that it?”

“Behind all that running, the fighting, your scared little whimpers…”,she continued. “You’re not fooling anyone”

She chuckles, bringing your hand to her crotch. She had you palm her, feeling the tent of her cock through her jeans. Blush painted your cheeks.

“All you want is for me to fuck that tight little pussy, huh?”

You clenched at her words. Just the images of her claiming you in the middle of the forest like some wild animal in a rut was enough for you to pull her closer desperately. She stared down at your doe eyes. The sight adding more heat to her cunt. She picked you up effortlessly, bringing you to where she threw down her bag. She roughly placed you over it, the bag hiking up your hips. Her hands gripped yours tightly behind your back as she settled herself between your legs.

“There we go”, she murmured, taking in the sight of you below her. Your desperation for her to fill you rendering you pliant.

Your ass and thighs were scratched as she hastily pulled down your pants. Your slick leaving tendrils as your panties were pulled away. The hunter cursed at the sight, mouth watering. Her hot tongue ran through your folds. You gifted her efforts with a moan as her nimble fingers joined her tongue, playing with your clit.

“That’s a good girl”, she praised.

She prodded at your entrance with the tip of her tongue. Gripping your hips, she had you grind against her. Your mewls filled the once silent forest as she devoured you. Your taste was heaven to her. You wanted more of what this intimidating woman could do to you. You couldn’t see the way her muscles tensed and released, the way her knuckles were turning white from how hard of a grip she had on you and you definitely couldn’t see how much she was aching to to stuff you to the brim. But you could certainly feel it, the strength she possessed. The primal dominance. You wanted her power destroying your walls.

Incoherently, you begged. For her to claim you. Make you hers. She smiled against your folds, unbuttoning her jeans. Your breathing became more ragged as you waited for the lean hunter to plunge herself into you. The large tip slid past your warm flesh until she bottomed out, kissing your cervix. You sighed at the fullness . The pleasure of the ache within you finally being stretched flooded warmth through your body. The woman smiled, biting her lip at the sight. How well your dribbling lips took her, how vulnerable you looked. With a fistful of your hair, she dragged your head back and bit your neck,, sending a stinging slap to your ass. She groaned into your neck appreciatively at your whimpers of pain and pleasure.

“You sound so pretty when you whimper for me doll”, she husked, squeezing your now red cheeks. Slapping them again. Relishing in your sounds and squirms.

Finally, she gripped your hip, keeping that fistful of your hair in her other hand. She rocked her hips into you. Hard. Your eyes rolled back, arching back into her. She didn’t give you any time to adjust. Greed and pure lust driving her to set a bullying pace as you moaned beneath her. Her hips slapped against your backside roughly as she growled, the friction from the strap satiating her own throbbing nub. You fell forward as your shoulders were pushed further down to the ground, her hand now gripping the back of your neck. Keeping your cheek planted in the dewy grass. The new position had her cock pressing against your cervix with each desperate thrust.

“Look at you”, she murmured, voice laced with lust. “You like being my little breeding bitch?”

The last word was punctuated with a particularly hard thrust, making you gasp and tighten around her. You couldn’t even begin to form words. You were too far gone in the brutal pleasure. Another stinging slap jolted you.

“I asked you a question whore”

Another growl from her that went straight to your core. You tried to answer, but the only sounds mustered were pathetic whines. Her eyes narrowed. She leaned down over your back, bringing her warm lips to the shell of your ear.

“Answer me, or I won’t fuck you full of my cum”

“..y-ye-YES I lo-“, her silicone balls joined the assault, slapping your clit with a deep thrust. “I-I love it!”

“You love what?”

“Being yo-your breeding bitch”

“Atta girl”

The pressure in your stomach was building fast, threatening to snap soon. The Hunter wasn’t far behind, her own peak starting to cloud her thoughts. Imagining you cumming around her cock, milking her, flooding your walls with her cum…

She groaned into the back of your neck, cursing, screwing her eyes shut.

“Fuck, you gonna milk me dry princess?”

You could only moan in response. The squelching sounds filled your ears as you creamed around her cock. Each thrust rubbing against your sweet spot. She bit into your neck as her thrusts became deeper and sloppier. You fisted the bag beneath as the warm pressure in you tightened.

“You gonna cum for me?”

“Yeah! pl-please don’t stop”

“Yeah? You ready to be filled up? ‘Till you’re leaking around my cock?”

“Yes! Please! I want you!”

“I’m gonna stuff you so full of my cum you little whore”

Snap. Your entire body tensed as a silent scream of ecstasy escaped you. You were left gasping as waves of pleasure rolled over you. She kept thrusting hastily, chasing her own high while your pussy gripped her cock in the aftershocks. With a final thrust, she threw her head back. Moans spilling from her lips as her peak gripped her. You both stilled for a few moments, catching your breaths. You whined softly in protest as she still thrusted in you, much slower this time.

“When you said you wanted to break this thing in”, Ellie started to chuckle breathlessly. “I didn’t think you meant that”

“I think it deserved a good introduction”

She gently pulled out of you, flipped you around and sat you in her lap. Kissing your sweaty cheek as she trailed her fingers up and down your back. You melted into her, kissing her neck messily.

“You okay babe?”, she murmured, concern lacing her features. “Was I too mean or r-“

You kissed her. “You were perfect”

Ellie grinned, resting her head on yours. Relieved.

“Are you okay?”, you asked, gripping her tighter.

“You kidding?”, she chuckled. “That was fucking awesome”

“Good. It was my idea, after all”

She smirked, humming in agreement. She captured your lips with hers sweetly.

ITS FINALLY UP! This took so long I’m sorry 😭 Hope you enjoyed!

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[ralexsol]

PD characters but I give them wc names and Clans and lore and oh god this spiraled into so much more than it was originally meant to be ENJOY!! Characters listed by Clan & position <3 Lemme know who I missed and I'll add them in a reblog, can be as obscure as possible

THUNDERCLAN:

Dakota (Redblaze): ThunderClan. Yeah there's no nuance for him Dakota is just straight fucking ThunderClan. Parents died when he was a kit and he's determined to be the best warrior the Clans have ever seen

Summer (Greenspirit): ThunderClan. Was an apprentice with Dakota. She would sometimes see him sneaking out and follow along, revealing herself if she saw the pd getting into bad trouble. A lot of cats think it likely that she'll end up as deputy eventually due to her responsibility and quick thinking

Alan (Boulderscreech): ThunderClan. There's not much to say about Alan tbh, but Dakota enjoyed training with him when they were both apprentices together (only for a short time before Alan became a warrior)

Tide (Tidestorm): ThunderClan. I know he's water themed but this guy's code of honor is stronger than fuckinnnn idk some bitch from the og arc before everyone started getting mates in other Clans. Dakota's mentor

Seismic (Dustspring): ThunderClan. Idk enough about him to give him a storyline. Aspiring to be deputy but not doing the best. Littermate of Tide, obvsly

Doug (Flamesplash): Medicine cat apprentice of ThunderClan. Originally a warrior, an accident costed him the use of his hind legs. Determined to still be useful to the Clan, he decided to be a medicine cat, despite finding a lot of the work boring. Unfortunately, he doesn't actually believe in StarClan

Elle (Eagleflight): Medicine cat of ThunderClan. Littermate of Tide. Doesn't talk too much, very focused on her work. May or may not have been the secret cause of Shockwave's untimely death during the first pd arc. Looking to somehow take over the Clan, as she thinks her special connection to StarClan makes her the only fit cat to lead

Ms. G (Twilightstar): Leader of ThunderClan. She's always very observant of the apprentices and makes sure they're getting their proper training and their opinions heard. Dakota was originally devastated that she didn't make him her apprentice before learning to love Tide as the father he'd lost as a kit

Harlem (Slinkshade): Deputy of ThunderClan. He was a big part of some previous prophecy, think a super edition set before the pd's first arc. That's when he had to prove himself and he earned the respect of Ms. G, now he's the deputy

WINDCLAN:

William (Wispbreeze): Medicine cat apprentice of WindClan, but he thinks he's ShadowClan at heart (he's half-Clan <3). Think Breezepelt but not a fucking bitch. The only reason he chose to be in WindClan with his dad is because he did NOT want to be in the same Clan as David. He's the medicine cat only because right after he became an apprentice he fucking died and had some crazy vision from StarClan before coming back to life. Oh he's also like Leafpool cause he's got the stupid double forbidden relationship thing going on cause of his crush on Vyncent

Jimmy (Brambleface): WindClan. As apprentices, he often bullied William for no good reason. Ratted William out whenever he caught him sneaking off. They even got into a physical fight at one point that Lightspeed interrupted before William could get his ass handed to him

Whirlwind (Whirlwind!!): WindClan. Littermate of Magma. Nearing his time as an elder, but remains one of the senior warriors for now. Regular guy, nothing special

Le Frog (Frogleap): WindClan. He somehow can escape any situation. Whenever William sneaks out of camp they somehow run into each other and William is just about ready to kill him

Pretender (Ripplesight): Medicine cat of WindClan. If anyone gets visions from StarClan, it's him. He's not the most present mentor for William, but he's good enough. Often thinks there are omens in anything he comes across

Magma (Scorchstar): Leader of WindClan. A very strict leader and punishes harshly those who violate the warrior code. He's not a big fan of William because of this, and often lectures him about trusting other Clans too much. Littermate of Whirlwind

Lightspeed (Lightstreak): Deputy of WindClan. Not much to say about her except that she's caught William sneaking out of camp one trillion times and she's getting tired of it

RIVERCLAN:

Vyncent (Sparksoul): RiverClan. Really good at adapting to different situations. Also just a guy who's there sometimes. Wasn't originally born in the Clan, but was found as a kit and saved. While he feels accepted and loved by his Clanmates, he still wonders where he came from and who his real parents are

Cantrip (Tripclaw): RiverClan. Big reason why William was jealous of her was because she's in the same clan as Vyncent. She thinks their shenanigans are stupid

Jax (Duskwing): RiverClan. One of the more arrogant warriors, constantly arguing with Mynerva, who he thinks stole the deputyship from him. Likes to pick on the apprentices for no good reason other than the fun of it

Flow (Shimmerhaze): RiverClan. Unnaturally good at a lot of stuff and nobody knows how she does it. Very quiet swimmer too

Cross (Lightningwhisker): Medicine cat of RiverClan. As eccentric as any good medicine cat. Another cat that gets pulled into the pd's antics, but usually loves helping out. Believes a lot in the next generation of warriors. Nobody knows how old he is but everyone's pretty sure he was around even before the last leader of RiverClan. Also shares crazy stories of quests he went on during his youth, probably a part of some old prophecy

Jason (Orchidstar): Leader of RiverClan. He's on his last life and the rest of the Clan is starting to doubt his ability to lead. He's THAT RiverClan/WindClan leader that's always super annoying and won't agree with the main leader because the plot needs some political opposition

Mynerva (Mistyfrost): Deputy of RiverClan. Vyncent's mentor, but wasn't happy about it. She believes in strong Clan blood, and is in fact one of the only Clanmates to dislike Vyncent because of his outsider origins. Jason made her his mentor to train that attitude out of her, in preparation for when she'd eventually become leader. Otherwise, she's an extremely intelligent deputy, and everyone's just waiting for her to take Jason's place

SHADOWCLAN:

Bookworm (Wormpaw): ShadowClan. Wordsmith's apprentice. Loves joining in on pd adventures. He doesn't really like it in ShadowClan and often voices this to them

Xavier (Stonepelt): ShadowClan. Hot-headed new warrior, likes to pick a fight with other border patrols. Often told off by Wordsmith. Often seen with Cantrip and Alan at gatherings, despite his dislike for other Clans

Mr. Wilson (Moonsong): ShadowClan. This guy is plotting to cause a revolution and depose Mal, but hasn't actually recruited anyone yet. He has trust issues

David (Webmist): Medicine cat of ShadowClan. He's William's older brother obvsly and half-Clan, but chose to stay in ShadowClan with their mother. Always gets others to do his dirty work. Lies about prophecies and such for his own purposes. Often mocks William when the medicine cats gather at the Moonstone

Mal (Silentstar): Leader of ShadowClan. What else do you expect. This guy is basically Tigerstar tbh but without the Clan change. Known for manipulating other leaders at Gatherings. What he would give to take over the whole Forest

Wordsmith (Thornwhisper): Deputy of ShadowClan. This guy has his eye on the pd simply because he keeps finding them sneaking around ShadowClan territory investigating. Begrudgingly has been working with them on occasion because he's become aware of the corruption in the Clan and he wants to change that

CATS OUTSIDE THE CLANS:

Ashe: Kittypet. Sorry but this guy got accidentally roped into the shenanigans of the pd (all apprentices during s1 ofc) and then StarClan went hmm actually let's make him part of the prophecy. Can use the powers of dead cats

Mark: Rogue. This guy originally was raising his son in the wild but eventually left him at some twoleg's place so he'd be safe. Visits from time to time but would never fucking stay. Hates the Clans because they're a bunch of obnoxious pricks, yada yada (he secretly was once a member of RiverClan but shhh he left or got kicked out depending on who you ask. Warrior name was Wavestrike)

Tony: Loner. He lives near ThunderClan territory and Dakota has run into each other a couple times (during his secret rule-breaking expeditions). They both agree not to tell ThunderClan about where they've been (Tony being near the border and Dakota being over it) if the other doesn't

Overlord (Jaggedtooth): Exiled ThunderClan warrior. He was the one who killed Dodgeboy for good. He's currently plotting his revenge and takeover of ThunderClan. Currently working with Mark

Shockwave (Shockwave lmao): StarClan spirit. He's Tide's littermate, killed during the first pd arc (imagine him having the dramatic death of a first book). He and Dakota were good friends before his death. Often secretly tries to help the pd despite StarClan's wishes

Dodgeboy (Dodgestar): StarClan spirit. He was the last leader of WindClan, recently deceased. This is the guy who gave William his first prophecy as an apprentice

Kemuri (Smokestep): StarClan spirit. Former WindClan warrior. He often helps William out and guides him through visions. This guy is old as fuck, from a whole different era

The Trickster (TrickSTAR ahahahha): Dark Forest spirit. Who the fuck knows what Clan he was originally part of. He is 5 different guys after all

[pvffinsdaisies]

The Nordics as Taylor Swift songs

The UK & Ireland as Taylor Swift songs.

DENMARK: Castles Crumbling (feat. Hayley Williams) (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault)

“Once I had an empire, in the golden age. I was held up so high, I used to be great. They used to cheer when they saw my face, now I fear I have fallen from grace.

And I feel like my castle’s crumbling down, and I watched all my bridges burn to the ground, and you don’t want to know me, I will just let you down. You don’t wanna know me now.

(…)

Power went to my head, and I couldn’t stop: ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off. And here I sit alone, behind walls of regret, falling down like promises that I never kept.

(…)

My foes and friends watched my reign end, I don’t know how it could’ve ended this way. Smoke billows from my ship to the harbour. People look at me like I’m a monster, now they’re screaming at the palace front gate, used to chant my name, now they’re screaming that they hate me. I never wanted you to hate me…”

FINLAND: the Lakes

“Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you. Those Windermere peaks look like the perfect place to cry. I’m setting off, but not without my muse.

What should be over burrowed under my skin in heart-stopping waves of hurt. I’ve come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze tell me what are my words worth.

(…)

I want auroras and sad prose, I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, ‘cause I haven’t moved in years. And I want you right here. A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground, with no one around to tweet it. While I bathe in cliffside pools, with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief.”

ICELAND: A Place in this World

“I don’t know what I want, so don’t ask me, ‘cause I’m still tryna figure it out. Don’t know what’s down this road, I’m just walking, tryna see through the rain coming down. Even though I’m not the only one, who feels the way I do.

(…)

Got the radio on, my old blue jeans and I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve. Feeling lucky today, could you tell me what more do I need? And tomorrow’s just a mystery, but that’s okay.

(…)

Maybe I’m just a girl on a mission, but I’m ready to fly!

I’m alone, on my own, and that’s all I know. I’ll be strong, I’ll be wrong, oh but life goes on. Oh, I’m alone, on my own, and that’s all I know. Oh, I’m just a girl, tryna find a place in this world.”

NORWAY: Evermore (feat. Bon Iver)

“I replay the footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong. Writing letters, addressed to the fire.

(…)

Hey December, guess I’m feeling unmoored. Can’t remember what I used to fight for.

(…)

And I was catching my breath, barefoot in the wildest winter, catching my death. And I couldn’t be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar, that this pain would be for evermore.

Can’t not think of all the cost, and the things that will be lost. Oh, can we just get a pause? To be certain we’ll be tall again. Whether weather be the frost, or the violence of the dog days. I’m on waves, out being tossed. Is there a line that I can just go cross?

And when I was shipwrecked, I thought of you. In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you, it was real enough to get me through. But I swear, you were there.

And I was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. And I couldn’t be sure, I had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be for evermore.”

SWEDEN: Foolish One (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault)

“You know how to keep me waiting, I know how to act like I’m fine. Don’t know what to call this situation, but I know I can’t call you mine. And it’s delicate, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof. ‘Cause when my head is on your shoulder, it starts thinking you’ll come around. And maybe someday when we’re older, this is something we’ll laugh about over coffee every morning, while you’re watching the news.

But then the voices say, “you are not the exception. You will never learn your lesson.”

Foolish one, stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain’t never gonna come. You will take the long way, you will take the long way down. Foolish one, stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain’t never gonna come, you will learn the hard way, instead of just walking out.

Now I’m sliding down the walls with my head in hands, sayin’, “how could I not see the signs?” Oh, you haven’t written me or called, but goodbye screaming in the silence, and the voices in my head are telling me why.

(…)

Ain’t never gonna come, oh, you will learn the hard way now. Foolish one, sittin’ round waiting for your confessions of love, they ain’t never gonna come. And thinking he’s the one, you should’ve been walking out. Foolish one, the day is gonna come for your confessions of love, when all is said and done, he just wasn’t the one. No, he just wasn’t the one.”

[imagineanime2022]

Secret Servant

No Pairing

Characters: Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis, Grelle Sutcliffe, William T Spears, Madame Red, Finny (mentioned like once)

Wotd Count: 1999

Warning: Death, injury (not described in detail)

Requested: @the-letter-horror-lover

Request: Please may I have Black Butler headcanons of Ciel Phantomhive with a servant who is certainly another demon and he is certainly isn't human but he clearly transforms very similar to Sebastian. How would Ciel react to having a Phantomhive servant who is exactly like that.

He shows a highly similar personality to Sebastian..

https://stephenking.fandom.com/wiki/It_(Creature) (like this)

How would the other Phantomhive servants get along with him? He did give off some unpleasant vibes to a shady person that he was not an ordinary servant.

A/N: I have changed on thing, since Ciel is a child and is very against any child violence for good reason, the MO of our demon has changed a little bit, they still eats humans and enjoys it but they don’t eat children, just adults that they can lore in with their glamour.

Ciel had known you were different that was the reason that he hired you but the longer that you stayed at the estate the more that they realised. It was rare that you let slip, to be honest just like Sebastian you were very good at hiding it, the only time that it really showed it was when emotions were running high, or when it was a while between feeds. Given Ciels job and often need to make bad people disappear, you were well fed and rarely had to go looking for a meal but there were times when work was slow and you had to go hunting but even then Ciel had cautioned you in doing so and promised that if he ever found that you meal were anything less than criminal he would have Sebastian get rid of you.

You were a lot less secretive about what you looked like under the magic, you held you human form because you really didn’t want to explain it but your true form resembles more of a light formation than anything else, it was something that seemed to confuse humans enough to wonder towards it haphazardly making feeding easy for you even before meeting Ciel.

You and Sebastian had known of each other before Ciel had you as his heir but you had never met. Your feeding grounds had never crossed before and even now you had no interest in the prey that he had laid claim to. The reason that you had even agreed to be part of the little group was because you wanted to have a little bit of fun. Your long life had become stale in the time that you had spent living it, everyone died the same, everyone begged the same and everyone tasted the same. Ciel brought you all a variety of prey and some of them weren’t even human, they gave you everything that you were looking for, sometimes they even gave you a fight, they never won but it was fun that they tried.

It was days like today that made you doubt the choice that you had made, the slow ones, where the Queen had no work for the young master and he had no drama in his very large toy company. The day where you sat in the huge Estate watching the three human helpers rush around trying to be helpful, in truth they ended up making more problems then they solved. With you being there too it was easy to clean up, sometimes when you were feeling generous you’d even stop the problem before it became one.

Today was not that day.

Today you wanted nothing more than to be left alone, you were hungry and bored and that never made for a good combination. Now you were looking for the best way to keep yourself occupied “you look like you are ready to cause trouble.” Sebastian said, appearing next to you in the garden where you watched Finny, who you were supposed to be helping. “Me? Never.” You mumbled as your eyes moved to the boundaries of the estate. “Mm.” Sebastian hummed “well behave yourself while the guests are here we don’t need any of them going missing.” “What if they wander off?” You asked. “Then I ask that you kindly do your job and escort them back.” Sebastian answered with a smile “now change into something more presentable you’ll be welcoming Madame Red and her new butler.” “Do I have to?” You asked, Sebastian didn’t actually answer that question, instead gave you a look, challenging you to push further, you only smirked as you stood from where you were sitting. “Sebastian!” Ciel called. “Until next time.” You winked as you turned and walked back into the house to get ready for the guests.

Madame Red’s arrival was only a couple of hours after that interaction, you were at the front of the Estate, you bowed low as Madame Red climbed out of the carriage with her new butler “It’s a pleasure to have you at the estate again Madame Red.” You said as she passed. “And you Reaper Butler.” You used your telepathic ability to talk to the butler as he passed you. They gave a small squeak before heading into the house behind Madame Red. You dealt with her bags moving them to her room, with May-Rin’s help.

The night that followed had you on the roof watched the borders of the Estate “what are you doing up here?” You glanced back at the butler who arrived with Madame Red. “I’m making sure nothing sneaks in, what are you doing up here?” You asked. “How did you know?” She asked, you looked at them. “I’ve met a few of your kind, they make a good meal when there’s nothing else around.” You shrugged. “You’ve also made hunting difficult a few times so I’ve learned to sniff you out, death follows you.” “Death follows you demons too.” She smirked. “Blood follows demons, death follows a reaper.” You corrected her. “You are brave to have you back to me.” She finally addressed the fact that you hadn’t even taken the time to look at her, in a little less than a breath your hand was wrapped around her throat, your mouth opening to show razor sharp teeth. “If there weren’t any questions about you going missing, I’d make a meal out of you.” Your jaw latched shut as you pushed her back towards the entrance back into the house “go inside before I change my mind.”

“Any trouble outside?” Sebastian asked. “Not outside.” You answered as you leant against the doorframe to the kitchen where Sebastian was cooking breakfast. “What does that mean?” Sebastian asked, you opened your mouth to answer with, the butler in question walked into the kitchen. “Is there anything that I can help with?” She asked, Sebastian watched you for a second as you looked at her before turning and leaving the kitchen. “Be careful with that one.” You said to Sebastian as you headed to a different part of the house to occupy yourself until you were needed to help serve breakfast.

“So are you going to tell me what you found?” Sebastian asked. “She’s a reaper.” You answered. “The butler?” Sebastian asked. “I could feel something different about her.” “Mmm.” You hummed. “Is there something else?” He asked. “Why would a reaper play butler to a human?” You asked. “That is the question.” Sebastian answered. “Maybe it has something to do with those new murders, for them to still be looking for someone, I would wager that it has something to do with the supernatural.” You answered. “Murders?” Sebastian asked. “They will find their way to Ciel’s desk soon enough, the police have exhausted their resources, Scotland Yard has failed again and where will her majesty turn when that happens?” You asked. “To her Watchdog.” Sebastian answered. “He won’t like what he finds but he has a job to do.” You answered. “This bothers you.” Sebastian observed as he watched your tight stance. “I don’t like liars at the best of times, I really don’t like liars with the means to kill me so close.” You answered honestly “now leave me be, surely you have a job to do somewhere else.”

The investigation did indeed find it’s way to Ciel within the next few days and progressed rapidly and before he knew it Ciel had found out who was behind it all, Madame Red and her reaper turned butler Grelle Sutcliffe. That was why you were standing in the alley body low as you waited for the order. “(Y/N), Sebastian kill her.” Ciel ordered. “Yes sir.” You smirked as you moved, the human eye couldn’t track you and it seemed even the reaper had trouble, you kicked out at Grelle who brought her scythe down, you dodged around him kicking at the back of her legs as Sebastian moved to protect Ciel from Madame Red. “Tell me how does a brat like that get such interesting help?” Grelle asked. “None of your business.” You answered as you leaned down drool gathering in your mouth as you got ready to take a bite, it was at the last second that you realised the sound of the chainsaw and jumped back out of the way. “Well now you’ve gotten very uninteresting.” Grelle mumbled you assumed that she was talking to you but when you looked up you saw that she was aiming for Madame Red, even with your movement speed you weren’t able to get there in time to stop her, you put yourself between Madame Red and the chainsaw but it seem managed to get through you and her killing her and severely injuring your human form. “Do you know how long it’s going to take for this to heal!?” You asked, teeth gritted as your eyes glowed a brilliant red, you kicked Grelle away her death scythe still buried in your stomach, you ripped from it’s place embedded in your body throwing it to the side as you stalked towards the reaper. “Now, now.” Grelle gave a nervous laugh as a growl ripped from your throat, she lifted her hands in surrender but before you could get too close a figure appeared in front of her. Sebastian appeared at your side now slightly in front of you, your human form was starting to melt away showing a more animalistic form, one that you hadn’t used since joining Ciel. “I will deal with her from here.” the other reaper said as you glared at him. “I think I’ll just take you both as payment for the healing.” You answered, voice a deep growl that reminded everyone that you were never human to begin with. “I do think so.” He answered. “(Y/N) please, this is not the time.” Sebastian warned as he looked back at you. “There will be others that you can take.” “For once your kind sees sense.” He muttered “My name is William T. Spears.” “Well William, you had better leave before I give into my base instincts.” Your threat didn’t seem to bother him as he turned to Grelle, chastising her before disappearing and taking the modified death scythe (the chainsaw) with him.

Finally back at the house, you had been confined to a room in the estate given that you weren’t able to keep your human form stable, the only people allowed to see you were Sebastian and Ciel, the latter of which had yet to actually visit you despite Sebastian insisting that he would. You hadn’t expected to be visited that evening but the door opened to reveal Ciel and Sebastian “How are you?” Ciel asked. “Healing.” You answered. “Mm.” He hummed as he walked over and sat in the chair next to the bed and looked at you. “I am here to thank you for trying to save my Aunt.” “I wasn’t trying to save her, I was trying to kill that reaper.” You answered as you looked out the window. “You should know that human life means nothing to me no matter who’s it is, but I have no intention of letting someone believe that they are better than me, in any way. That reaper is a loose cannon and will be for as long as she lives, she’s dangerous and I want her dead.” “I give you permission to kill her.” Ciel answered. “She is on my list, I will kill her with or without your permission.” You answered as you looked at him “that you can rely on.” “Well then there’s nothing more to talk about, just stay out of trouble when you are back on your feet.” Ciel ordered. “No promises.” You answered with a smirked eye glowing in challenge, Ciel only gave small smirk as a knowing look crossed his eyes before turning to leave not saying a word more, an understanding of your own reached from this point onwards.

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