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scarlettmurphy · 2 months

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STARCROSSED +ੈ✩‧₊˚ LOGAN HOWLETT.

logan and y/n — where you are completely in love with a man older then your father by a good 100 years.. and whose in love with another.

- content warning age gap. nsfw. sh. angst. not really happy endings! pairings: older!logan howlett x xaiver!reader

spoiler: horrible yearning!

note this is my first piece of work so i hope it’s okay! i love logan sm i had to write something for him — and this is really angsty :) pls ignore if there’s any bad grammar! i’m a bit lazy rn, also with the timeline for this fic i have no idea when im going for. im saying 2000s-2010s just remember its a bit scrambled timeline wise cos i wanted my favs here!🤭 enjoy!

you hated when he was around. you couldn’t stand it anymore. your longing glances to him, the yearning looks you gave him which were never returned and only thrown back into your face when you saw how he was looking at jean the way you looked at him.. it had all been getting too much. at first you acted like it didn’t bother you and part of your school-girl crush deluded brain pretend you were just seeing things but as the weeks / months had passed you realised that was the furthest thing from the truth.

recently you couldn’t even bring yourself to glance at him because it hurt too much and that wasn’t even being dramatic, the aching feeling in your heart wasn’t worth getting a glimpse of his timeless beauty so every time he was around you bit down the urges swallowed your pride and acted as if he was nobody to you, just a good friend. a father figure, a teammate.

it felt rude at first, to you since you were the only one noticing it, how you just stopped all those little things you were doing but you couldn’t help it or stop yourself from being like that because it was too hard to deal with — loving someone so much with all your heart but you knew you couldn’t have them. you hated to admit it but it destroyed you and that little part of you right now was falling into a full blown rage as you sat on the sofa alongside logan and wade — charles, hank, scott and rogue being present in the room too.

“i just don’t get her.” scott said out, repeating the same line over again, still bitching about the fight him and jean had after they all got back from the mission — everyone could hear the screaming and scott’s harsh gaze when he entered the room just confirmed it all and the second,of course, logan asked a question after wade made a snarky comment that set off scott and he hadn’t stopped mansplaining it since.

“yea’ well certain people don’t.” logan gruffly spoke out as y/n couldn’t stop her eyes from moving over to him at his words, feeling a sense of hurt coarse through her like it usually did whenever he spoke about jean or implied her. everyone knew what logan’s comment meant and y/n could see how scott was biting his tongue, clearly pissed off like he always was around logan. for good reason.

the tension only grew worse when scott couldn’t help himself and made a comment right back at him, his eyebrows raised as he stood from his seat. charles attention turning right to scott instead of logan, “and what’s that supposed to mean, asshole?” scott spat out like his words were venom.

rogue rolling her eyes at his words as hank shared a little glance with y/n who was cursing the entire situation in her brain as she couldn’t stop herself from looking at logan — those very same feelings boiling in her body as she saw the way his mouth twitched and his jaw clenched. how protective he was getting over jean, a feeling y/n couldn’t help have been wishing for the past two years of knowing the man he would get like over her — sure in a friends way he might’ve done it before, at least that’s how she saw but it never like this.

y/n swore she could physically feel her heart aching.

“pretty sure you know what that means pal.” logan bit back harshly, his words falling to the same tone as scott’s did as scott scoffed at what he said as he bit back with full frustration as charles clearly wanted to get involved - a little grimance pictured on his face as y/n studied her fathers expression, him clearly knowing what jean meant to logan, as y/n looked away before her dad could catch her staring her eyes falling onto a pissed off scott who downed the drink he had in his hand, placing it on the table.

“she picked me.” was all scott needed to say as the weight in the room shifted heavily on logan’s end as everyone could see the way logan’s face dropped a little, that comment taking the little coy expression he had right away but y/n didn’t even bring herself to look, scott’s eyes taking her in as if he knew what she was feeling in this moment. his eyes meeting her own as y/n felt a lump form her throat — the tightness almost burning — as he tutted at how silent logan was before he walked out the room without another word.

with this the room fell silent. everyone knowing the feelings logan must’ve been harbouring right now, y/n especially, as she glanced over to him not expecting to be met with his brown eyes looking back at her as he took in her expression before he roughly got up without another word — going right over to the door.

chaeles couldn’t help himself as he spoke up firmly the second he watched logan head for the door, “logan—“

“just goin’ for a piss, wheels.” he roughly said back before the door shut right behind him.

“more like a bitchless weaping session.” wade couldn’t help say as he had left the room, hank and rogue not being able to help their little laughs from coming out as y/n bit down on the inside of her cheek limiting the feelings she was experiencing as much as she could before she stood up.

“—i’m going to shower.” y/n said out lowly, her words slipping out quickly as the others nodded or hummed in agreement, wades eyebrows furrowing as he clearly felt he knew more of the situation then the rest did but he kept that to himself.

“take some pics for me!” wade called back to her, earning a little look from charles as hank scoffed in reply.

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that shower was more like watching a re run of singing in the rain which y/n couldn’t help watch the entirety of for no specific reason before she eventually hoped in the shower. the faint sounds of her speakers being heard as she hummed along to the lyrics of the specific song as she felt the cold water glide down her naked body.

swallowing the pain-filled whimpers that were aching to escape her wet lips as she acted as if the water gracing against all those marks and burns on her skin wasn’t killing her inside despite her ‘little’ case of immortality. immortality sadly didn’t mean you never experienced pain and y/n was clearly the leading case proving that matter as she soon got out the shower after washing her hair and her body.

wrapping the towel around her dainty body as she took in herself in the mirror, the thoughts forming in her brain being within the ‘self loathing’ category as she exited her bathroom. her face falling once she was met with the gruff expression on logans face which turned to one of shock as his eyes scanned over y/n immediately. him swallowing his own spit as y/n hands immediately wrapped around her towel just to make sure it wouldn’t fall.

“lo— shit, i didn’t know you were here.” she quickly managed out, her face a bright shade of red as she watched as logan didn’t move his gaze off her figure.

“—wait.” not a single word escaping his lips as y/n walked over to her bed where her clothes were laid out for her.

y/n’s breath was hitched and she swore she felt all the heat rush to her face as she took in the way logan was just staring at her as she grabbed her clothes with her other hand, taking a few steps back into the bathroom before she swiftly shut the door. her mind a mess as she quickly put on her pajamas before she sprung over to the mirror to double check her appearance before she walked back out to her bedroom.

logan being in the exact same place she had left him — not a single word had left his lips and his facial expression was the exact same as y/n nervously smiled at him.

“what are you doing— uh, here?” y/n asked him swiftly, her words rushed as she swore she could hear her heartbeat in her ears as she saw logan slowly seem to come back to reality, scratching the back of his neck as his lips parted as he tried to say something.

yet it took a little for something to come out as y/n swore she felt something growing in the air as logan finally spoke, his gruff tone a little knocked back then usual, “was coming here to bitch about scott. didn’t mean to see anything i shouldn’t have.”

his words sent a little chill through y/n’s spine as she managed a little smile on her lips, no matter how fake it was she still managed it, as she looked at him. his first words being all the confirmation her heart needed in this moment as she held back her feelings as she felt her heart tense.

“it’s okay.” y/n rolled out quietly, her attention falling over to her bed as she walked over to the foot off it — sitting down on the edge of the bed as logan stayed in place, his arms crossed as he leaned against the fireplace in her room now.

“so scott, you wanna bitch?” y/n trailed off into as logan looked out the window, seemingly lost in his thoughts as he shrugged his shoulders.

“nah, not anymore.” he said, his voice low as y/n took in his hush voice — his words only adding to the building up tension that was making the air thick as y/n looked at him. her eyes taking in every inch off him and how he looked, her mind wondering how he’d feel.. how’d he’d taste.

yet her thoughts were immediately cut short.

“—you seen jean about?”

his words were like a harsh hit round the face as she felt a lump for her in throat, her mind tingling a little as she glanced over to the door. she hated this, every inch of this. she wanted to scream, punch him in the face. confess right there and there at him but she didn’t. she couldn’t.

no matter how much it killed her inside. every second without him being like a gun shot to the heart as she plainly looked back at him, a soft smile growing on her face which was so fake it was indescribable as she nodded to her bedroom door.

“her room, i guess.”

her low words were enough to make anyone know she was hurt yet of course logan didn’t, or he didn’t show he knew as he gave her a playful wink.

“thanks bub.” he said with a nod as he went to walk out the room — his hand on the door when y/n heard his muttered words.

“sleep well y/n.”

his words fell into silence as y/n watched him leave, the door closing behind him being the utmost reminder of how her feelings will probably never be acknowledged. and that harsh reality left her alone in her bedroom for the entire night and with every toss and turn her mind was on one thing and one thing only. him.

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gay-dorito-dust · 4 months

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hii i just read your kissing the batboys out of the blue and i loved it!! i was thinking that maybe you could one of how they react when they realize they’re in love with the reader? tysm!!

Jason had a feeling that he knew he was in love with you, he had read enough romantic novels to know that what he was feeling was romantic.

He thought of you day and night.

Everything reminded him of you.

He couldn’t wait to be near you, craves it even as his mind raced with all the things that you could do together in his apartment as though you were an already pre-established couple.

He practically ticked off every box imaginable and he knew it but he wasn’t quite sold on this alone until he woke up to you cuddled up into his side, looking as though you belonged there, even tightening your grip on his shirt when he dared to move even in the slightest.

‘Five more minutes.’ You muttered into his neck, causing him to freeze but he was quick to relax and throw his arms over your waist to keep you close.

It was the domesticity of the moment that made Jason realise that he was in love with you, deep unadulterated love. He wanted to spend the rest of his life waking up to you and falling asleep with you in his arms because you fitted together like two missing pieces.

You were what he was missing and he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon, not when he was brought to realises that he couldn’t live without you, not anymore. Jason swore to himself that he’d protect you no matter what while he finds a way to tell you of his feelings, but until then Jason was more then willing to keep it to himself as to remind himself that he now had someone to fight for.

Dick didn’t know he was in love with you until someone brought it up to him about how often he seemed to bring you up in conversation regardless of its relevancy.

You’ve had a flirty relationship with one another that Dick had lead himself to believe was strictly platonic all the while wanting more at the same time. He wasn’t fond of commitment, it was an issue of his but you made it all the more worth it if it meant he could get the chance to call you his.

‘You sure do talk about them a lot.’ Garth said.

‘Who?’ Dick asked, confused.

‘Them.’ Raven gestures towards you and immeditly sees the way Dick’s eyes practically glowed when they looked at you, she looked over at Gar who saw the exact same thing as she did and was looking at her for confirmation that he wasn’t seeing things. Their wild theory has been proven to not be so wild after all.

‘It’s not my fault they’re an awesome teammate.’ Dick replied as he looked back at Raven and Garth as they looked back at him knowingly.

‘You often talk about them as though you’re in love with them.’ Raven countered.

‘I don’t talk about them like I’m in love,’ Dick laughed before looking over at Garth, ‘do I?’ He asks and Garth hummed. ‘You do. If you like them so much why don’t you ask them out on a date or something?’

Garth’s question stayed with Dick for the rest of the day as he recalled the times where he talked about you nonstop and wanted to smack himself for not seeing it before, he was so hellbent on never committing to something that he didn’t see that he was practically confessing his feelings for you in other ways.

Dick was scared, genuinely scared. So he decided to keep this revelation to himself and hope that one day it would fade away but he knew all too well that he was in too deep for that to be the case. Now he just keeps a tight lip on what he says to certain people in hopes that they don’t go back to you and spill everything.

Dick wanted to tell you himself but he fears that he might bring himself to do it in time.

Tim would be spending time with you when he realised he loved you.

Being with you just felt natural for him as he let you press up against his side as you did your own thing and he did his own on his laptop.

You could both exist in peaceful silence together without it getting awkward and that’s what Tim liked the most about you, he didn’t have to force anything to keep you engaged in anything he liked.

He even liked how you could match his sarcasm at times while also being caring about his well-being and mental health.

‘When was the last time you actually had decent sleep?’ You asked.

‘When did this become an interrogation, and a lacklustre one at that.’ He replied as you raised your brows to look at him. ‘Since you keep thinking it’s fine to neglect your basic human needs, wise ass.’ You told him. ‘keep this up and I’m wouldn’t be surprised to find you passed out on the floor somewhere.’ You add before putting down a glass of water and a plate full of food before leaving the room.

Tim glances over at the water and food and feels a warmth spread throughout him when he saw that you remembered his favourite meal.

Tim could show you anything technical and while you may not understand everything that was being said, it was the fact that you even bothered to continue to listen to him that made him realises that he might be in love with you. Your eyes held intrigue as he went over how his weapons worked, even giving you live demonstrations, but he couldn’t help but feel a little exposed under your gaze, you looked at him as though he was the most interesting person alive and he could feel his cheeks burn.

Tim knew he was in love with you for a long while but it just took that one moment for it to click within him.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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We’ve Got Tonight || LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x singer!reader Summary: When you catch your boyfriend cheating you get your sweet revenge and a handsome stranger who steps in to protect you. Warnings: being cheated on, angst, injury

Songs: Shania Twain - Man! I feel like a woman Garth Brooks - Friends in low places Carrie Underwood - Before he cheats Kenny Rogers & Sheena Easton - We’ve got tonight

Lando couldn’t believe he had let Daniel drag him out to the Texan bar. It was completely polar opposite to anything he was used to, but Danny fit right in with his Stetson hat and cowboy boots.

Lando winced into his glass as the latest woman to take the corner stage butchered a Shania Twain song but it didn’t seem to bother his drinking buddy as he left to join the rows of people line dancing. Lando was grateful when the song came to an end but it was short lived as he heard a familiar Australian accent on the mic talking the band into playing Friends in Low Places. Spinning around on his stool at the bar, the McLaren driver found his old teammate on the small stage grinning like a fool as the music started.

Lando watched the older driver and envied the confidence he had to sing terribly to a bar full of strangers. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t hold a note or match the key - Daniel had presence and was always entertaining. The song was almost over when a change of light caught Lando’s eye and he swivelled back to see the saloon doors swing shut behind you.

Lando nearly fell off his chair. The sight of your smile was dazzling and he swore the colours in the room were brighter because of it. He hardly remembered to breathe as you cast your eyes around the bar, searching for something he suddenly hoped he had. Disappointment landed heavy on his chest as your pretty eyes settled on the pool tables and he wondered which one of the handsome men was lucky enough to have you.

He started to turn away and wash the bitter taste of jealousy from his mouth with his drink when he saw the smile dim. It was like a cloud had come and blocked the sun, shadows curving your lips down until they pressed to a hard line and your eyes narrowed on a man. Lando swallowed at the change thinking you was even more beautiful, like lightning in a thunderstorm. Beautiful, dangerous, deadly.

Then you were gone, the tassels on your boots swaying quickly as you disappeared out the door as quickly as you came.

“Whatcha looking for?” Daniel asked as he dropped back into his seat. Lando hadn’t even noticed the song had ended while he watched the empty space in the doorway, another singer taking the stage.

“N-nothing,” he stammered quickly as he turned back to the bar and raised his glass to his dry lips.

“Whatever you say, mate,” Daniel chuckled as he clapped Lando on the back. “She was hot though, right?”

Lando coughed and sputtered on his drink as Daniel laughed knowingly. “Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, but I’m not blind. And since you’re single, you should get off your ass and lasso yourself a lady friend. You know what they say: save a horse, ride a cowgir-” Lando clamped a hand over Daniel’s mouth as his cheeks turned pink.

“You can’t say that, dude! You are totally going to get cancelled one day.”

Daniel shrugged and sent him a lopsided grin as he looked over Lando’s shoulder. “Looks like it’s your lucky day.”

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White hot rage left your hands shaking as you dropped the baseball bat and walked away, the metal clanking loudly on the asphalt of the parking lot. You didn’t even notice the trickle of blood running down your fingertips from cutting your palm with Damon’s hunting knife when you slashed the tyres of his Ford Raptor. You couldn’t feel anything except the burning need for revenge.

All the joy you had felt on the drive to the bar had been forgotten. The phone call with the news seemed like a lifetime ago and you hated him all the more for ruining what should have been the best day of your life so far.

After years of hard work you were finally catching a break and had been signed to Big Loud and would soon be recording your own country music. You had been so excited you had left work early and driven across town to surprise Damon. What a surprise he would get.

You looked ahead at the bar you had left, still seeing the way he curled himself around her, the pretense of pretending to teach her how to play pool - the same trick he had used to get close to you the night you met. Rotten bastard. It made you question the last two years together and how many other women he pulled the same moves on. You were going to teach him a lesson, and maybe save her from the same fate.

You swaggered into the bar and felt eyes on you, but the only pair that didn’t turn were his. Damon was too enraptured by the woman dancing against him, a dainty cocktail spilling over her glass.

“Mind if I butt in next, Jimmy?” you asked the old man who loved to sing a bit of Kenny Rogers after a few drafts of beer.

“Not at all, pumpkin, been a while since you joined us.” The song was just finishing and Jimmy jutted his chin at Damon as he poured two shots of whiskey, offering one to you. “Say, ain’t that your old man?”

“Not any more.” You downed the shot and inhaled the burn before taking the stage and telling the band what to play.

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Lando stepped off his stool as the song started and his feet carried him closer to the stage with Daniel right at his side, not that he noticed. You hadn’t even parted your lips but he knew, somehow he just knew, you would sound perfect. The song was one he recognised, maybe from a movie or just on the radio, but it hit differently when he saw your eyes boring holes into the couple still dancing together by the pool tables.

Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde tramp and she's probably gettin' frisky. Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink 'cause she can't shoot whiskey. Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick showin' her how to shoot a combo. And he don't know…

Lando couldn’t breathe as he watched the realisation dawn on the stranger who looked up from the blonde woman he had been grinding on. The man’s jaw went slack and he half shoved the woman from his lap as he straightened up, a small shake of his head when he met the eyes on the stage. He could almost hear the whispered ‘oh no’ fall from his lips and he felt a smug satisfaction on your behalf.

I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive. Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights. Slashed a hole in all four tires. Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats.

Your smile was dark and you watched Damon blanch at the sight, only making you feel even better for what you had done.

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl, 'cause the next time that he cheats, Oh, you know it won't be on me. No, not on me.

“No, no, baby, no,” Damon whined as he tugged the short strands of his hair and rushed out of the bar, leaving his date in a state of confusion until her brain caught up and her hands shot to cover her mouth in shock.

“Yeah, he played us both, honey,” you said as you shoved the mic back in the stand and crossed your arms as the doors burst open.

“You crazy bitch!” Damon tried to rush the stage only to find himself shoved back by a handsome stranger who was apparently a lot stronger than he looked. “Get the fuck out of my way!”

“Not gonna happen, mate,” he said with a chuckle, his British accent sweet on the ears. “I think you’ve done enough, don’t you?”

“She ruined my fucking truck! Do you know how much that cost?”

You scoffed and stepped up behind the stranger, feeling bolder as you saw his arms flex ready to protect you. “Too much, but I guess you had to overcompensate for something small,” you said as your eyes darted to his trousers and the taller companion barely contained his laugh.

“Oh, I like this one, Lando. She’s got fire.”

“Just give me my house key and leave, it’s over.” You held out your palm waiting until he fisted his keys from his pocket and cursed your name as he pulled it off the keyring.

“Where the fuck am I meant to live?”

You looked over at the woman and asked, “Do you want to take him home, honey?” She shook her head now that she knew he was a no good cheater and your smile widened as you turned back to Damon. “You’ll be nice and cozy in your pickup.”

He stepped forward but Lando’s friend joined him shoulder to shoulder and Damon quickly realised he was not going to win whatever went down. With his tail between his legs, he turned and grumbled his way out the door before the band started up and Jimmy kicked off with We’ve Got Tonight.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” you said as the two strangers finally deemed it safe to turn their backs on the door and face you. A pair of stormy blue eyes met yours and you blinked twice before you managed to look away, scanning a quick glance over the messy styled curls on his head to the slim black t-shirt that fitted perfectly. Your lips dried as you realised you were staring and he cleared his throat when he caught himself doing the same.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You bit your lip at the offer and tipped your head to the side. “I think I should be the one buying you a drink, your friend too. It’s the least I can do.”

“Daniel,” the taller man said with a grin and held his hand out to shake.

“Y/N.”

“Enchanté.”

“Uh, bless you.”

Lando laughed and the sound brought a smile to your face. “I know how you can thank me,” he said as he nodded to Jimmy who was grabbing a second microphone and pointing it your way. “I’m fairly sure this song is a duet. Know it?”

You smirked as you stepped back and gave him a wink before taking the stage, his eyes never leaving yours and you sang just for him.

We've got tonight, Who needs tomorrow? Let's make it last, Let's find a way Turn out the light, Come take my hand now We've got tonight, babe, Why don't we stay?

His nod was almost imperceptible and you weren’t sure if you imagined it as you let the question hang in the air while the music faded out. In two long, self-certain steps, he closed the distance and offered his hand to help you down the steps and you grinned at the warmth of his palm as he laced your fingers with his.

Suddenly he froze and looked down, concern etching his features as he pulled his hand back and found it stained red. “Fuck, you’re hurt.”

You blinked at the cut on your palm, only noticing the ache after your attention was drawn to it. “Huh, guess that’s what I get for slashing his tyres,” you murmured with a weak laugh.

“He deserved more than that,” Lando growled as he led you to the bar and asked for a first aid kit. “But he definitely didn’t deserve you.”

“You don’t know me, I could be a terrible person.” You winced as he cleaned the cut before pressing a bandage to stem the bleeding.

“I’m a pretty good judge of character, Y/N.” He pinned the bandage into place before lifting your hand to his lips and kissing the top softly. “I knew it from your smile when you arrived, and everything after just proves you’re strong.”

Your chin dipped as you felt your face flush and you couldn’t remember the last time someone was so sweet. “You really know how to make a girl feel special. So how long are you in town for?”

His lips turned down slightly as he sighed and reluctantly admitted. “We fly back to London tomorrow.”

You felt the same disappointment but chased it away and squeezed his hand that still held yours, your eyes meeting with the same idea flitting past. “We’ve got tonight?”

His smile returned and grew until his eyes wrinkled with how wide it was, brightening up his whole face and sparking yours to match. “Yeah, we’ve got tonight.”

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yanderestarangel · 1 year

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𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 | 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 - (𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐔)

TW: mentions of football and physical activities, love-hate relationship, enemies to lovers, mention of food, ftm reader, swearing, rivalry, blackmail, miguel is a bit yandere,miguel is 23 years old in this au, indirect manipulation, sex, vaginal sex, light degradation, fingering, sex no protection, creampie, porn plot, fluff, nsfw, smut.

You and Miguel hated each other.

There was no logical reason for the rivalry between you two, but you were enemies, from the first day you arrived at college and on the football team, he was against your staying there, with several arguments but you stayed on the team anyway and he can't do anything.

It didn't stop there, you and he were very far from each other in college classrooms and work, always ignoring each other at times or even exchanging insults and curses in the worst cases.

But Miguel's dark gaze always burned you, always met his, always... always.

And in football it was the same, if you missed a pass on the field he would make a fuss like a tantrum child, but you learned to ignore it, he always tried to "advise" you about passing the ball, but it sounded like a command so you totally ignored it.

He also always tries to be better than you, in his favorite subject, which by knowledge, is also his, he tries to be better about his intellect, bragging about getting more marks than you or winning in a debate - a debate that he always goes against you, even if he agrees with your opinion, he will go against you and make sure to see your face angry with him. -

"-I got 95/100 on my grade and you (Y/N)?" -Miguel would say laughing, cocky, showing you the test score in his hands, but that time you had gotten 100/100 on the test, while Miguel compared the two tests, swearing under his breath, saying that you were lucky to have gotten the questions he got wrong right, or that he hadn't tried so hard on that test - which was a lie, on the day of that test the poor Mexican boy was shaking and sighing next to him, trying to answer everything correctly.

Miguel will also hit you with books - not to hurt you, but to annoy you even more, if you decide to fight back, a mini war will start between the two of you, with you hitting and vice versa, the college professor will call your attention two, and put you both out of the college auditorium, with the two of you momentarily joining in to speak ill of said professor - or rest things on your head, as if you were his stool, even resting his elbow on top of you,

He will love to annoy you, stealing your food in the dorm where you stay on football or interclass days, you had made a pie with your favorite flavor, returning to the shared room after training, you looked for the food, but not the He found it in the fridge, then saw Miguel walk by with the last piece of his pie in his hands, stuffing it into his mouth in front of him.

"-Pie? I didn't see any pie Mi corazón." -Miguel said sarcastically while smiling, licking his lips with the sweet residue of the slice of pie he stole from you, well, the other day you took revenge, taking a pie to college and waiting for Miguel to enter the room and sit down on the side. by your side, as he always did, so you soon hit the creamy mixture of sweet whipped cream on his face, smearing it all over and leaving his face and neck dirty with the white confectionery material, Miguel left earlier that day, passing through the campus all dirty and a grumpy scowl on his face as he swore to get revenge on you.

If you have problems playing, with a judge or even a player on the team preventing you from playing because you are trans, he will defend you tooth and claw, leaving aside all the rivalry that maintains his facade of being tough and your "enemy."

"-There's no problem here, cabrón. This is my teammate, and he's perfectly capable. Don't you dare question his abilities or disrespect him for being who he is." -Miguel growled at the guy who tried to stop you from playing the game, making him automatically retreat.

"-You look strange today, you never acted like this, what are you planning Miguel?"- You ask suspiciously as you saw Miguel smile sideways, returning to his arrogant look while warming up his muscles in his tight football uniform.

"-Oh, mi Príncipe, you think too much. I'm just looking out for my team, including you..." -Miguel said in a purr, placing his muscular arm around your shoulders while biting your cheek lightly, to annoy you, making you push him and give him the middle finger and telling him to go to hell, while he ran on the court passing the ball to you.

"-I'm only going to hell if I'm with you, Mi perrito." -He said laughing loudly, showing you his sharp fangs, giving you a wink as the game continued.

He gives you some strangely intimate nicknames, like 'Mi prince' 'Mi principito' 'Mi amor' 'Mi Chico Guapo' 'Mi Ninõ' and even 'Papi', you always thought it was to annoy you, but every time When he called you that, you could clearly see his lip trembling, and his chest rising and falling, growling like a cat tracking its prey.

Miguel also loves dragging you places with him without warning, whether you want it or not, he you don’t care, he’s stronger and taller than you, easily putting you in a light, playful headlock as he dragged you through the hallways.

"-Hey, where are Cabrón taking me? We have class now! Let me go, Miguel!" -You protested as you were dragged by Miguel's muscular arm, making him laugh as he rolled his eyes at your murmurs of complaint.

"-Today's class is boring, Mi Ninõ, we're going to play a football match, just you and me, and you can call me Mig if you want... Handsome." -Miguel spoke cocky as usual, as he took you to the campus court for the two of you to take a 1v1 penalty shootout, and as always, it ended in an argument, with you and him arguing whether the goal that Miguel had scored was blocked or not, with He towered over you without a shirt, the small hairs on his sweaty and muscular chest appeared, like the smell of musk and men's shampoo in his silky brown hair, as he stared at you angrily, but with something more in his eyes.

"-Are you challenging me Mi Chico Guapo? Hm? You shouldn't play with fire, you might end up getting burned, you know?" -O'Hara spoke in a serious and dangerous tone, with an intimidating look, as he bent down to the level of your face, touching his nose with yours, as he looked deep into your eyes, you could see the Adam's apple in his throat. of him rising and falling, while listening to the accelerated beat of his heart, Miguel on the other hand, felt his own cock twitch in his pants, wanting to have you, wanting to fuck you on his knees right there, make you scream his name for everyone to hear , the way you stared at him, challenged him, said his name... You were fucking incredible.

Miguel felt his dick already soiling his underwear, so he decided to leave, saying it was a draw, quickly looking for a college bathroom to relieve himself, locking himself in a stall, sitting on the toilet lid and taking his dick out of his pants while making movements - back and forth - thinking about you and moaning your name softly, biting his own hand, wishing he had you on your knees for him, with your mouth full of his dick, as he fucked you mercilessly, making you his, his handsome boyfriend.

Your rivalry continued for a while, until the day of the college interclass, where you would also play, on your own merit and effort, but also with secret help from Miguel, who heard that the coach didn't want to let you go because you were transmasc, so he simply followed the coach's routine, and discovered all his dirt, mainly an extramarital affair with a college professor, and threatened him, that if he didn't let you participate in that day's football game, he would spread it all over college the compromising photos of the coach and his lover, and well, you went to play.

𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑶'𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

On the day you went with the football team to another interclass game, while you heard all the boys on the team making noise and you sat in the back, with Miguel in front of you, he immediately looked at you with a little concern, noticing your discomfort.

"-What's wrong Principito can't handle a little noise? What are you doing on the team then? Hm?" -Miguel said, turning to you in the front seat, with a thick and hoarse voice, with a cocky smile on his full lips, you told him to fuck off as always, making him laugh and make a provocative pout, as he walked towards you, sitting on the side, his side and closing the window and giving you his bottle of water.

"-Drink perrito, I don't want you dehydrated for our game, it's an important day, for me and for you." -Miguel spoke, looking at you with authority and concern, with his calloused and rough fingers touching his forearm, you can feel his warmth radiating from his touch, the contrast of his gentle nature against his usual rough exterior leaving you a bit speechless. His brown eyes are filled with a softness you've never seen before, a vulnerability that surprises you. And for a brief moment, you see a glimpse of a different side of him, a side that that day you would see a lot of.

You entered the field for the interclass, Miguel's eyes are fixed on you as you enter the field, a mix of pride and possessiveness evident in his gaze. He passes the ball to you with perfect precision, setting you up for success. And when you score the first goal, the crowd erupts in applause, their voices mingling with the beat of your heart, As the game continues, you can feel the energy and excitement pulsing through your veins, Miguel's presence, however, It's something totally different. His eyes never leave you, his gaze is intense and possessive. You can practically feel his desire to claim you as his, to show the world that you belong to him both in victory and defeat.

When the final whistle blows and your team emerges victorious, the crowd goes into a frenzy. They run to the field celebrating their victory, but in the middle of it all Miguel's voice cuts through the chaos.

"-¡Mi Príncipe! You were exceptional out there. Everyone saw your talent, your strength. You proved everyone wrong." -Miguel speaks, there is a feeling of pride in his voice, mixed with his usual burning passion. And when he pulls you into a tight hug, his muscles tense against his smaller frame, leaving you imprinted with the essence of his scent.

"-You are mine, my little warrior. And no one can ever take that away from us." -He spoke softly to himself, while looking at you with hunger and desire in his eyes.

That night, after all the celebration on the field, you decided to go and rest in the hotel room, which coincidentally was the same as Miguel's - who, in fact, was the one who asked to change rooms with the other teammate who was there before, so I can be close to you. - you ignored his things there, throwing yourself on your bed, while you felt a familiar presence enter the shared room, Miguel.

Miguel enters the hotel room with a victorious smile on his face as he joins you. He seems oblivious to any tension that might exist between the two of you, simply eager to revel in the team's success. "-¡Mi Rei We did it! We showed everyone what we're made of. And you, my little warrior, stood out."

O'Hara begins to undress, discarding his dirty uniform and revealing his chiseled physique. His eyes land on you, He approaches the bed, his voice low and husky. "-You've had quite a day, haven't you? Tell me, mi chiquito, does victory make you feel alive? Does it awaken that fire inside you?" -As he speaks, Miguel approaches, his scent mixing with the warm air of the room. His voice is almost seductive as he approaches you, his fingers brushing your exposed thighs.

"-Because tonight, my love, we have something else to celebrate, you think I hate you, mi Príncipe, but you have no idea how much I crave you. Every breath you take, every move you make, it drives me mad. " -He moves closer, his hot breath passing over your lips. With that, Miguel captures your lips in a deep and burning kiss, his tongue seeking to enter your mouth with a hunger that matches his own desire. His free hand runs down your body, caressing your thigh and getting closer to the wet heat that awaits his touch, reaching your wet pussy beneath your clothes, massaging it lightly with his thick fingers, while biting your lower lip into the kiss.

"-Oh, mi Príncipe, I've dreamed of this moment for so long. I've imagined the sounds of your pleasure, the taste of your skin, the way you'd respond to my every touch." -He moves to his knees, straddling your waist as he gazes down at you. The bulge in his shorts is now prominent, his desire evident in every breath he takes.

Miguel takes his throbbing dick out of his boxer shorts, a thick and needy member, full of obvious veins and the tip leaking cum, He tease your clit with the head of his shaft, his touch deliberate and sensual. His voice is a low rasp as he speaks, his lips brushing against yours.

"-You're so fucking beautiful, mi Príncipe. Your tight little pussy belongs to me, and I'm going to claim it, every last inch of you." -With a slow, deliberate motion, he guides himself to your entrance, the tip of his cock brushing against your slick folds. He meets your gaze, Miguel eyes locking onto yours, his hips moving with a controlled restraint as he enters you fully. He relishes in the tightness of your pussy, the sensation of being completely enveloped by your warmth.

"-That's it, mi putita, take me all in, every inch. Your pussy is so tight, so fucking perfect for my cock." -O'Hara sets a slow and steady pace, his thrusts deep and deliberate, filling you up with each movement. His grip on your hip tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he holds onto you, ensuring his dominance over your body.

"F-fuck, mi Príncipe... You're such a good boy, taking my cock so well. Your pussy belongs to me, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

"-You're mine, mi amor, and I'm going to make you come undone. You're going to scream my name, beg for more." -Miguel's thrusts become even more powerful, the intensity increasing with each movement. The sounds of your moans and skin slaps echo through the room, a symphony of pleasure, he inserts his dick all the way into your pussy, easily feeling your uterus, while your walls squeezed him with all their strength, making Miguel whimper and mark you again , clamping its fangs into your skin tightly.

"-You're going to take my cum, mi amor. You're going to feel it deep inside you, filling you up. And there's nothing you can do to stop it, come now mi putito, on my fucking cock, I want to feel you cum."

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"Guardian Angel"

The day that the Walker brothers were introduced to the task force, Captain Merrick and Sergeant Russ-- Elias' second-in-commands-- swore an oath to protect them. Elias had given them back parts of themselves that they had originally lost, and so, they were diligent in giving every fiber of their being to safeguard his sons.

A mission was botched. Logan got hurt. The oath was broken. And so, the sergeant revoked the pieces of himself that he swore to his commander. He would become a monster that stops at nothing to avenge his wounded teammate.

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This piece is actually older, I got it done around late January or early February of this year. Still though, it's one of my favorites because your boy looks demonic but in the most handsome way possible.

Uhhh, I don't know what else to put here, so take some alternate versions. Until next time folks. 🌱

#spectrefyt #artist on tumblr #cod art #call of duty #cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan russ #logan walker #keegan x logan #it's kind of implied though #but it is there #what else do i put here #digital art #digital artist #procreate art #artists on tumblr

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Enemies to lovers with König and witty reader? I don't know if you also write about him so imma leave this here

Answering two anons at the same time lmao

Say my name (König x witty! Reader)

Pt.2 now!

🐥 The first time König appeared on my drafts was when I was making my last Reyes x Reader fic and um... I kind of wanted to keep doing lmao so here it is. Sorry for my broken English-

Angst/ SOCIAL ANXIETY/ slight nsfw/ open ending (if you guys want a part two and this short gets some attention)

⚠️ I still picture König as Lee Pace ⚠️

They say you transfered from SpecGru to KorTac because you simply wanted a change of airs. But it couldn't be that simple. Why were you so simple?

As antisocial as he seemed to be, König was well aware that a bond between teammates was needed in order to sync and function properly during missions. He wasn't the best at striking up conversations and never intended to improve on this aspect either, often trying to figure people out from the distance, he only approached them if he had questions about their character. Horangi once said it was weird but König frankly didn't care about what was socially accepted or not, he just made the effort to know his team because it was expected of him, and as great as it would be to have friends, he struggled socializing and had given up trying ages ago. König was paid to kill, not to make friends. And as far as his interactions went with his teammates, the only one who gets his game and could be considered his friend is Horangi. But you?

He had tried to investigate you, even going as far as using his position as colonel to gather as much information from your background to understand you without having to make any awkward approach. But nothing he found explained why you changed factions or why you behaved the way you did. You had a normal childhood, went to a good school, graduated being top of your class... Jesus you had a rabbit called Mr. Whiskers, even the deepest info given was borely normal. No trace of trauma or any mental disorder.

König begun studying you like a biologist would to a newfound species and got more and more invested and frustrated the more information he gathered, because he simply couldn't excuse your... Well, your everything.

He approaches you one time during morning drills, looks you up and down as you stretched, ignores the flirty comment you shot his way, because what the fuck is your problem? You don't know him. Then König proceeded to mouth the first thing he ever said to you, one of the main questions he had on his head as to why you would behave so strangely. And it goes like this: "Do you have any mental illness, hm?"

"I might have, yeah."

And you said it so casually. Do you, though? Are you being sarcastic or... God he hates you. Why can't he figure you out!? Why do you smile at him so much? Why do you flirt so much with him? Do you flirt with the others the way you do with him?

That new question made him observe your body language around others and listen carefully to any interaction you had and found nothing but your enchanting witty self. Of course you teased other members, but never so bluntly like the way you flirt with him. The colonel felt weirdly relieved at this. Maybe he liked the attention given? Scratch that, or course not!

One time after a tiring mission in Barcelona, Spain, König approached you with a bottle of water, you thanked him with a wink and he watched you swallow the whole thing before he proceeded to ask you the second question that plagued his mind: "Do you perhaps hide some secret trauma that permanently changed your behaviour, using sarcasm, smirks and jokes to protect your scared inner child in order to not get hurt again?"

"Hmmm... The day I found out my mother was Santa Claus I went bananas, but I wouldn't say it scarred me for life. Do ya want an M&M, colonel?"

He fucking hates you. He hates you. König aggressively snatched a handful of M&M's and stormed away. That night he swore he could hear your laugh echoing inside his head. Why couldn't you leave his fucking mind? What was it with you? Were you doing it on purpose?

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You were definitely doing it on purpose.

You have to be patient with König. But he was so hilarious and scary, it thrilled you to watch the two meter tall behemoth of a man walk near you and sneak watchful, calculated glances your way when he thought you weren't looking. If someone dared to ask, you'd easily answer with the honesty everyone knew you posses: You'd fuck König without a thought.

He's so feral in battle, so demanding and intimidating on the comms. His ridiculous voice made him all the more adorable contrasting with his appearance. Oh fuck that. Even his appearance was ridiculous, he looked like the red guy from that creepy show called "Don't hug me, I'm scared" or one of those executioners from the Shrek movie. But he was HOT, with that slutty waist accentuated by his bulky back, those long slender arms that could lift anything on his way, you saw him lift a fucking car a few inches so an injured woman could scape, and as she cried of relief you could feel your pussy crying as well at the sight. And oh his hands... The way he used them, so elegantly but rough, they'd make a beautiful necklace. His voice, as unfitting as it sounded coming from this KorTac monster, made you itch to hear more, his accent was so attractive that it quickly made you addicted to sound of it and your brain pondered on how he'd sound while doing other things. Lucky you, when the stars aligned and you two coincided in the gym you made sure to be close enough to hear the quiet grunts and sighs from the colonel as he trained, to your surprise he never moved away as if he knew what you were doing and thought nothing much of it. Safe to say, you'd gladly eat whatever interaction König graced you with with a speck of salt.

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Though, when you begun paying attention to the details (because it was hard to guess his deal without seeing his face) You noticed a few hints about the colonel that indicated he had a severe case of social anxiety. The way he self isolated, how he forced himself to interact with people resulting in very awkward conversations that led to him coming up as rude to what he got frustrated and scaped the situation, how he loved his job because you were convinced that he thought he was only good at killing.

That made you wonder if he had other hobbies... It's funny to imagine a tall, muscly guy like him baking or making origamis.

Today you saw the ultimate sign that your big crush wasn't a people's person.

You directed all the attention to König by asking a number of things, (obviously work related) that caught the attention of everyone in the room taking the poor colonel by surprise, his cristal blue eyes widened for a minute before he composed himself answering everything you asked with a professional tone until you spotted the tremble on his hands, poor König noticed your attention drift to his hands so he slid them under the table. That's how you knew it. He couldn't handle being the center of attention for prolonged amounts of time. Your poor baby...

You two were on a meeting with some other KorTac members. König was peeling an apple and had finished it rather quickly as all of you spoke, but he spent ten minutes with the carcass of the fruit slowly browning and drying on his hand, so you decided to test your theory by walking to the near trashcan to throw a random paper you crumbled quickly, after a few seconds König abruptly stood up to throw the dried fruit remnant, the tall Austrian glanced your way before he sat again and kept to himself.

Okay, so judging by this and how stiff he looks, König doesn't know exactly what to do with his body around people, he needed an excuse to stand up and throw the finished apple so he waited for anyone to use the trashcan to go after, BUT he waited a few seconds to stand so he wouldn't look like he was waiting. Must be stressful to be on his shoes. Interesting, but maybe you were overthinking too much, so you decided to do a final test that would definitely tell you if what you thought was right. You didn't want to come to this unless it was really necessary... But you'll probably have to apologize later.

You gave him a sympathetic look that again took him by surprise, but by that time König had called the meeting over, gathered his things and walked out before you could approach him.

Damn you and your stupidly beautiful voice and worried eyes trying to comfort him discreetly.

Gloved hands fidgeted with the bracelet on his wrist. König remembers the little girl who gifted him said thing. The day him and his team rescued her and some other orphans from a building about to explode, the worried colonel spent a few minutes comforting the little girl until she pulled the orange bracelet from her small SpongeBob backpack, he chuckled at the gesture and had never taken it off since. They even shared some letters from time to time, he held a piece of little Astrid in the form of a cute bracelet and she held a piece of him in the form of sweet spoken letters.

König saw her kind eyes in yours and it squeezed his heart so much he felt suffocated. Why would a teasing little vixen like you have such kind, gorgeous eyes? It was weirdly comforting that someone would look at him so softly like he wasn't a monster for once after so long.

His heart begun beating faster, his head was so full of questions about you it infuriated him. Long legs carried the colonel to the gym absentmindedly, like his body craved to ease some tension, but at the last minute he turned to the left corridor further from the gym, went to the right and finally approached the shooting range's door.

"Scheibe..." König cursed lowly, he could have very well bursted the door out of it's hinges, his gloved hand (still a bit shaky) took his favorite riffle from the top right corner of the shelf while he shot a backward kick to push the metallic door closed. He spent fourteen minutes shooting targets while mauling at your last interaction, rage swirled his insides and yet he couldn't fully hate you for asking questions, after all it was work-related, and the last soft gaze you gave him spoke volumes that you didn't want to advert all the attention to him out of malice. König was reloading his sniper rifle when he heard a gentle thud indicating someone had entered the room.

"You'd make an amazing sniper." You spoke softly trying not to startle the tense man.

"You come to mock me? Laugh all you like. I'm well aware I'm too huge to be a sniper." He spoke in resentment over his shoulder before redirecting his focused gaze to the target ahead.

"I always say size doesn't matter! As long as you know how to handle your weapon, you'll make any girl blush."

Your dark humour takes König by surprise and he misses the dummy's head, he tries to hold back the chuckle that threatened to spill from his hidden lips. Luckily the shirt he wore as a mask shielded his face enough to make it look like he was holding in a cough or a sneeze but you weren't stupid. When he turns to face you placing the riffle to the near table he gets startled by how close you are, the smirk accompanying your lips as you weaseled close to his very sacred personal space made him curse lowly in his mother's tongue. The tall Austrian stepped back and you rose your hands in mocking defeat.

"Alright, I get it, personal space. Jus' wanted to hear ya laugh..."

"I didn't." He hisses.

"Didn't ya? I thought I heard it, must have been the wind."

Your sarcasm often infuriated König who never seemed to get a good grip on his English, so it was hard for him to detect when you were being serious or just pulling his leg. His hands flex on his sides, tiny waist move side to side as he balances his weight before he crosses his arms and leans his back to the wall. König raises a brow when your smirk morphed into a sincere apologetic smile as you admired his stance six feet apart from him.

"I'm sorry for what happened back there." You said honestly, he sucked in a breath. "Didn't want t' put ya on the spot."

König wasn't shy, he wasn't, but that last line of yours made him feel like it, and it wasn't an ugly feeling? But it was a little uncomfortable, foreign, it squeezed his heart in a weird way, his hands were clammy, he felt strangely light like if it wasn't for his tapping foot on the floor he'd float away. König understood what you were saying and it comforted him that you were on the same page, the weird unsteadiness between the two of you becoming rather unbearable and a constant topic on both your minds, it was relieving that you thought the same way. Suddenly the ugly, unexcused anger he had for you quieted down.

The Colonel's cerulean eyes widen before lowering his gaze to your tank top blinking rapidly. It was easier to listen if he wasn't looking directly at your eyes.

"König..." Your voice was honey making shivers run up his spine and his skin erupt in goosebumps, his hands trembled even when he fisted them on his crossed stance. "Why don't we start again? Call me paranoid, but I feel like there's tension between us and not the type I'd like."

The colonel lifted his hand your way offering you a handshake you took with mirth.

"I'm colonel König. Y-you are...?"

"Goddamn. Ain't your parents bit' egotistical? Namin' their baby boy 'king' in german." You say with a snicker shaking his hand. He takes it back abruptly but you don't flinch. "I'm Sargeant (c/n). My name is (y/n) (l/n). Is König the name written on your birth certificate or were you called somethin' else?" You press teasingly but wary and a bit nervous thinking you were pushing too far.

König is taken aback by this. When was the last time someone had asked the colonel his name?

"I am..." It tasted foreign on his tongue, like he had forgotten the sound of it, the taste of his own name on his tongue. "My name is Andreas Dobler." He said, his eyes meeting yours. "That's... That's my name." His name wasn't König, he remembers the man he left behind all those years back, the man under the dark cloak, before things went to shit, before becoming colonel König.

"Andreas. What a curious name, never heard of it-"

"Say my name again." König interrupts. His voice weak but demanding and desperate. He loved it. He loved the sound of his name on your lips. It was strange, sweet... Arousing, even.

You blinked angling your head up to take a better look at his half-lid eyes. This time König didn't look away, your eyes met and suddenly the ugly tension from before was morphing into another type of tension, your heart beats faster in sync with his. You didn't know you were getting closer until König placed a hand on your waist and then the other, not pushing, not pulling, he simply laid them there and it came so naturally, your playful smile wavered slightly as your hands landed on his shoulders, he shivers. You tilted your head to the side and he was so lost in you, your aroma, your eyes, your lips, your touch, he didn't realize he was returning the head tilt.

Your lips parted, pink tongue darting to hydrate your dry lips until your pearls were visible from the gap, and his eyes catch every movement your mouth makes when you whisper "Andreas."

"Again."

"Andreas-"

"Again..."

"...Andreas..." Your hands slowly move to his chest, his breath hitches. His name has never sounded so sensual whispered by anyone's mouth. You were... You...

"You..." He isn't sure what to say. You are not sure either, suddenly your wit has abandoned you it seems. "You intrigue me." He decides to huff out, accent heavily pronounced.

There's a thousand thoughts swirling on König's mind, he has shared his name but it suddenly didn't feel enough, he wanted to show you who he was, his past, his thoughts, his hopes and dreams, even his face. How can a simple woman like you make König feel so much? Because you were no simple woman. That's why when he felt your small hands slide up his chest to the hem of the shirt that composed his mask, König didn't tense up, in fact, his shoulders relaxed embracing the touch of your fingers gently feeling his neck under the cloth, his stubble, his chin, his high cheeks... Gloved hands grab your wrists.

You stop, still looking up at him noticing the heaving of his chest and how lost in awe his gaze seemed.

"Not yet?"

"I-i... Do not..." Mind. He didn't want to refuse your touch but at the same time it was so overwhelming.

You give a small nod, König lets go of your wrists and you take this opportunity to nuzzle his cheeks, he gasps landing his hands on your waist once more, squeezing the flesh over your tank top. The feeling of your fingers on his face was so foreign it felt like you were touching a piece of his soul.

"Shy lil' thing... Aren't you pretty hiding under there? Maybe you are too beautiful to allow anyone the pleasure of a simple look. Like a sweet Ferrero Roche firmly wrapped and ready to be eaten." You whisper, voice raspy before you chuckle when his Adam's apple bobs with a swallow. Your body is now pressed compleatly against his, your dear colonel's hands tremble on your sides as he fists your tank top. He's nervous, he's shy, but you know he is enjoying this judging by the way his teary, half-lid eyes blink slowly every time you feel and scratch a new inch of skin.

"Don't you worry, darling..." König lets out a small whimper at this. "I'm rushing things ain' I? We were just getting on the first name basis and I had to screw it all..." You wanted to sound apologetic, you promise, but it was so hard when your colonel was practically purring at the feeling of your soft hands scratching his stubble. König was putty on your hands, he has never felt this way. His cheeks burn in embarrassment, he tries to move back but remembers he's already against the wall, and you, a small thing like you have him cornered like a honey badger hunting a mountain lion. His lip wobbles and he tilts his head to the side as he feels your hands massage and explore his neck and jaw in long, gentle motions. The pads of your fingers gracing every inch of his neck muscles.

"...Sag bitte mehr, ich flehe dich an..." (Say more please, I beg you.) König moans out, his german accent sounding strong masking how weak he was feeling at the moment.

He loved your voice, your touch... Your everything. The colonel ran his fingers on your lower back encouraging to continue, meanwhile he very slowly tilted his head higher allowing you more space on his neck to massage and scratch. You chuckle darkly feeling his member poking at your belly, your body instantly pressing harder against his cornered torso.

"You like the sound of my voice, colonel?" You humm, he makes a small noise. "Andreas...?"

His shoulders shake with the force of his shiver, nails digging deliciously on your lower back, you chuckle delighted at the sight tilting his chin to the other side to feel his nape, his ear and some locks of hair. "ich begehre dich..." The Austrian groans, his member now fully erect twitched delighted by the delicious pressure of your torso against it and your soft ministrations to his neck.

Both your radios churr alive until a voice breaks the static, a random operator checking on the comms. König almost knocks you over with how fast he straightened his back and the way his strong grip held you back, his chest heaving fast, eyes wide and vulnerable. You take the opportunity to grab him by the hem of the shirt he uses as a mask.

"Wait-..."

König freezes when he feels cold air hit the heated skin from his neck. You had lifted a portion of the cloth revealing the part you were previously massaging, caressing and scratching just under his chin, careful not to reveal his face. His head moves up to the side trying to hide from your touch, his hands shoot backwards planting on the wall as if a force had taken them from the previous grip he had on you. In truth he was afraid he'd crush your waist.

"I hope you can forgive me colonel... Can't help it..."

There's a long gash on his neck, a very old scar that seemed to be product of a knife fight or even a bullet, it's crocked and it goes up probably to his right ear. You lean close on tiptoes because he couldn't crouch due to how shocked he still felt, and you planted your wet lips on the surface of the sensitive scar. König's throat rumbles with a groan, his powerful hands finally make the move to take you, to cage your body impossible closer to his. A hard roll of his hips make him gasp in relief and you loudly huff when he twirls you to where he was previously caged, his hands soon making small effort to lift you up, both legs wrapped around his waist and he THRUSTS stabbing your cargo pants. You are still kissing, licking and nibbling his neck, your hands explore the long bulky surface of his back, König moans delighted at one particular bite until-

"Oh. Shit."

König turned his head back so fast you are sure it made his neck rotatory, two pairs of eyes look in shock at Horangi who is standing there holding the rifle König had previously left before all of this happened. Your colonel was frozen in embarrassment his shaking hands still held you up and his boner was no longer stabbing you, the thing died at the speed of light when the Korean made presence.

"Jesus Christ. You gonna keep staring or you wanna join us, tiger?"

König snaps his head back at you comically fast, icy eyes glare in surprise, horror and astonishment.

"As fun as that sounds I'll leave you two to your games... 'sides, I don't think you'll be able to handle König alone, imagine the two of us. We'd ruin you." The Korean's response made you laugh enchanted by his wit, he walked out the door in quick strides leaving you two alone once more.

König huffs glaring at the wall behind you. The sudden unwelcome presence of his friend seemed to had robbed the magic from the moment. Your Colonel's body shagged slowly lowering your body, and the moment your heels touched the ground his head leaned down falling to the crock of your neck, the feeling of the warm cloth of his mask made you humm. He kissed your clavicle over his mask and you ran your hands to his shoulders until König slowly retrieved.

He took two steps back, with a very noticeable defeated look.

"Hey. We can keep going whenever yer up to. Don't look at me like that, sweet thing." Your voice carried a playfulness that comforted him from the sudden feeling of defeat.

König couldn't meet your eyes, his voice was shaky "I'm just not like this-..."

"Andreas-"

"DON'T -...!" He barked, startling you both.

It was too much, too sudden, too weird, too suffocating. He liked it at first but... König couldn't put into words what he was feeling right now. He hated that the moment was cut short, he hated that he felt like it was his fault and he hated the way you are looking at him with so much concern like when you two were at the meeting.

"Verzeihen Sie mir." He muttered giving you a final short glance before he rushed out of the place leaving the door open and your startled self still leaning on the wall.

You recognized those words even if you didn't know much of German.

"Forgive me." You translated in a whisper.

Will you?

#call of duty modern warfare #cod #witty reader #konig x reader #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig x reader angst

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reotheworld · 2 years

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I love your work so much! If you could, could you make a fem!reader that is Kaiser's little sibling? (Random thought but what if the reader and isagi had something going on it's kinda funny)

you and i another paradise

❝ turn the lights off please, so you can see all of me ❞

➜ being michael kaiser's sister and isagi yoichi having a crush on you

➜ fem!reader

sugar level: 0% & 70%

in your older brother's eyes, you play a big role in his theatrical life, you who is constellated as his sweet little sister, synchronizingly playing a simultaneous role with him of protecting, supporting and caring for each other. and though he sees the majority to be beneath him, you stand along side with him.

as a world class player himself, he had one condition before entering the blue football prison in japan - to let ego have you enter and exit the premise as many times as he pleases. the tall, lanky man in glasses agreed, but countered him back with another condition - whatever you see and hear inside, keep it to yourself.

your first entry inside was merely to support your older brother in a game, germany vs spain. you who stood by the entryway, wearing one of kaiser's jersey's along with a big smile painted on your face. cheering and applauding for your older brother who is doing what he is best at.

hearing someone cheer for kaiser just didn't sit right with isagi. who would cheer for an arrogant person like him? the moment he turned his head to look at your direction, he swore he felt the world around him began to move slowly, a spotlight casting over the top of your head, his eyes meeting yours.

isagi used to believe that such a phrase like love at first sight isn't true until he felt it himself. he felt moved, to say the least. when kaiser noticed that isagi had been staring at you too much, his older brother instincts kicked in, setting a ball in front of his foot and kicking at an angle to hit the back of his head.

"stop ogling at my sister." is what he tells him before taking your wrist, whisking you away from the field.

later that night, as isagi lays down on his bed, he couldn't bat an eye to sleep, head filled with thoughts of you and images of your smile. in one glance, he could already tell you weren't anything like your older brother. before falling asleep, he wished your visit today wouldn't just be a one time thing as he hoped to see you again.

if there ever is a god, isagi would thank them because you were back inside blue lock's premise the following day. catching sight of your figure in the cafeteria with your brother.

he couldn't eat properly that time. for every time he'd take a bite, the bashful smile would paint his lips, disabling him to swallow his food as well.

"are you okay?" he'd hear his other teammates ask out of concern. isagi would just give them a thumbs up while nodding his head, and as he returns his attention back to you, you were already staring at him, chuckling at him and waving a hand to him.

how could you be so cute and perfect at the same time? he just knows that kaiser probably told you to never get close to him, but who is he to listen to your older brother? he'll make kaiser listen to him instead.

"good work today!" he heard a feminine voice speak broken japanese to him from behind, almost dropping the kettle bell he's holding onto inside the training room. turning around to face you, he catches sight of the same sweet smile painted on your lips, hand stretched out to him holding a blue water bottle.

"thanks." isagi responded, a subtle pink tint flushing in his cheeks as he takes the bottle from your hands. "do you know how to speak japanese?"

he watches you blink multiple times before shaking your head with a bit of hesitance.

"i learn...for you." he hears your response.

a wave of glad and joy washes over him. the happiness he feels suddenly fades as he realizes something.

"you're so cute." he blurts out, unable to hear what he has just told you. "why aren't you with your brother?" he asks, his voice and intonation a bit slow for you to understand what he's trying to tell and convey.

"i left my brother to see you!" you responded, the smile never leaving your face. "he doesn't need to know, i lied!"

he lets out a laugh, using the towel draped on his shoulder to wipe the beads of sweat off his skin. "you don't have to push yourself. i'll try to speak your mother tongue for you too." he responded, not missing the tinge of red on your cheeks.

although happy that he can communicate with you, a part of him doesn't want you to rush for him. impressed and flustered at how you two are able to understand each other, isagi forgot the part that he has those earphones that'll enable him to translate your words into japanese, the two buds resting innocently on top of his bed.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #isagi yoichi #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #isagi fluff #isagi x reader #isagi x you #bllk #yoichi isagi #isagi yoichi x you #isagi yoichi x reader #blue lock isagi #blue lock imagines #blue lock drabbles

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roxxiies · 2 months

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Ok so ur probably done with the granger & gusion requests but like your the only mlbb fanfic writer I know so I'm clinging to you like a leech😭 (can I be anon leech?)

Anyway separate granger and gusion hcs with a shy fem reader pls? Like if they were in a relationship with someone shy/easily flustered? Tysm!

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑, 𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

FLUFF, FEM!READER, HEADCANONS.

a.n.: leech anon!! (creative name, we will have fun interacting HAHA) this work has been baking in my drafts for far too long... me is feeling bad but finally, here it is!

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

Granger will not fail to protect you. He understands your shyness and always makes sure you feel safe and comfortable whenever he's around.

He knows he isn't the most talkative and expressive type of person, but he knows how to offer silent support. Like one time, he'd hold your hand and give it a reassuring squeeze when he sensed you're feeling nervous.

But sometimes, when you're both alone together, there will be this unintended silence. He'd be unsure what to say, and you're just too shy to break the ice😞, leading to long moments of awkward silence.

Despite both of your less expressive personalities, Granger will gently encourage you to try new things. He will celebrate your small victories, ending up with you feeling proud of yourself.

However, he will never force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.

Granger will try to be affectionate, but you can't help but giggle as he shows it stiffly. He'd put an arm around you awkwardly, not entirely sure how to be tender, but heyy, he's trying his best.

One time, you were both on a date and ran into his teammates or your friends. It led to an awkward encounter and conversation HAHAHA. It's just that Granger isn't great with small talk and you're shy, so the conversations can be stilted but are still sweet at the same time.

He might try to compliment you, but it comes out more bluntly than he intended.

“You look… great…!" he says, then awkwardly looks away, not used to expressing his feelings verbally.

But despite you being shy, you giggle softly at his effort, and his heart swells every time he gets a new reaction out of you.

Overall, the man tries to be more expressive than he really is towards you just so he can show that he genuinely loves and cares for you.

𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

Our little rebel loves to tease you playfully. But once it gets too much, he'll stop.

He just wants to make you smile :( and still feel comfortable around him at the same time.

He's also very patient with you, understanding that you need more time to open up.

Despite his whole demeanour, he will treat you with kindness and respect, making you feel cherished.

Gusion will attempt to lighten the mood or awkward moments with jokes, but sometimes all the time they don't end very well.

He'd laugh at his own joke, then realises you didn't find it funny, leading to an awkward silence, and he'd just sheepishly grin towards you.

He absolutely loves when you two are alone together, where you can both relax and just be yourselves. He likes it because he gets to let his guard down, and you'll be able to share your thoughts and feelings with him without any distractions or discomfort.

Knowing Gusion, he'd probably love to take you on little adventures, whether it's just on some tall building's rooftop or trying out some silly stuff you might like.

But he does try to not overwhelm you.

He showers you with compliments and praise! He loves making you flustered and sees it as a sign of your genuine and shy nature.

But sometimes, his enthusiasm for his support becomes a bit overwhelming...

Like one time you tried something new and he'd happily compliment you out of nowhere:

“You’re so amazing!” he'll say loudly, drawing unwanted attention and causing you to blush furiously. You'd smack him after it though and he takes it. (he deserves it)

With Gusion, the stark contrast of your personalities will make your relationship full of surprises. He swore to make sure of it.

back to all my works . . .

#📋 :: r’mail #granger x reader #gusion x reader #leech anon #mlbb #mlbb x reader #mobile legends bang bang #mobile legends bang bang x reader #roxxiies #rox’ works #mobilelegendsbangbang #mobile legends x reader #mlbb x y/n

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sc0tters · 1 year

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Off Limits | Adam Fantilli

summary: an obstacle quickly comes in your relationship when Nolan learns about your relationship with his teammate, there is light at the end of that tunnel but how do you get to it?

trope: captains sister

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, overly protective older brother, allusions to sex but nothing explicit.

word count: 1.85k

authors note: I’ve officially hopped onto the Adam Fantilli train for writing (it’s about dang time). I ended this before we got to the draft because I knew we wouldn’t be getting a happy ending so I said not yet… we have started the 500 celly though so we can find positives where we can.

You were off limits.

That was Nolan’s one rule for the team, they could befriend or they could hate you. But what they couldn’t do was date you.

For the most part the boys listened as well, you were a freshman that whilst you were hot most of the boys valued their lives more than getting you in their beds.

Everyone but Adam understood that. The moment he laid eyes on you in your sports media class he knew he was screwed.

Sure he could try to say that made Nolan’s rule didn’t need to apply to him because he had actually met you before he knew you were Nolan’s younger sister. But no matter how hard he tried there was no getting around it, Adam was fucked if his captain ever found out.

You on the other hand saw your brothers rule like a challenge, you never truly intended on listening to him because if you liked a guy then who was he to stop you from dating him?

There was never any true intention from your side at least to fall for Adam though, sure he was cute but with the quick notice of his talent you truly couldn’t understand why he always walked you back to your dorm from parties.

Nolan somehow remained oblivious to Adams lingering glances after games as the players caught up with their friends and families. The way Adams hand would only leave your shoulders for a couple of minutes when you were at parties. Or even how you smiled like an idiot whenever Adam sent you stupid memes when you were with Nolan. Your big brother was oblivious to it all.

Not everyone else graced you with the same pleasure though as the rest of the freshmen on the team continued to tease both of you about your obvious feelings towards the other person.

The night of a Halloween party though when Adam walked you back to your dorm he finally said what you had been waiting for.

His palms were sweaty as he watched you pull the cowgirl hat off of your head “have a nice night bellissima,” he gave you a side hug as you furrowed your eyebrows.

He had called you that pretty much from the second week of knowing him and it always seemed to make Luca smile “are you ever gonna tell me what that means?” You asked as you cocked your head.

Prior to that you never did care but it seemed that tonight the curiosity was eating at you “it means beautiful,” he explained as he smiled.

You let your tongue dart over your lips as you smiled “you really think I am?” Your nose scrunched as your cheeks turned red at the compliment.

Adam took a step forward as he tucked your hair behind your ear “you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met.” He confessed as his fingers ran over your jaw tilting your face up to him.

The hallway was surprisingly quiet as you giggled “you’re lucky you’re cute cause that was cheesy.” You laughed as you shook your head.

His face dropped until you cupped his cheeks “good night Adam,” you smiled as you leaned forward as you pecked his lips with your own.

That night Adam swore he didn’t sleep because he was smiling so hard. When the next morning came around the Fantilli boy asked you out over breakfast at a local cafe.

The first four months were great, everyone did their part in keeping your relationship a secret to Nolan but he was starting to have his suspicions, all of which were answered on Valentine’s Day.

Adam smiled as you sat on his lap “looking so pretty today bellissima,” he cooed as he squeezed your chin.

You two were so caught up in each others gazes as you smiled at the feeling of his lips on yours that you didn’t hear your door open “what the fuck?” Nolan gasped as his eyes went wide at the sight in front of him.

If there was a moment you wanted to die in this was it. You were quick to jump off of your boyfriends lap as you locked eyes with your brother “i-I can explained,” you stuttered as you stood up blocking Nolan’s way to Adam.

He had never been that angry in his life “move out of the way y/n!” Nolan yelled as he placed his hands on your shoulders as he tried to move you out of the way “Nols please.” You begged as you shook your head.

Adam felt both awkward and bad as he watched the siblings argue “you had one job in life,” Nolan spat as he looked over you as he sent his teammate a glare.

The Fantilli boy watched as your face look guilty “you could have slept with any girl on campus but you just had to fuck my sister?” Your brother continued to twist the knife into your chest as tears began to well in your eyes.

Sure you knew you had pissed him off but you didn’t think he’d talk so poorly about you and Adam “I’m not just fucking her,” now that probably wasn’t the best thing for Adam to say as he could see the smoke coming out of Nolan’s ears “just?” He asked as he crossed his arms.

It seemed like now was another time for you to step in “we’ve been dating for almost four months.” You confessed as it caused his head to whip around to you.

Nolan walked over to you “you’re dating?” He asked as he pointed his finger at you “whatever this is ends right now.” Nolan looked between the two of you far too angry to think.

Tears were now streaming down your face “Nol please,” your lip quivered as you pushed your hair out of your face.

If Adam knew that it would have blown up like this he would have told Nolan before he asked you out “this is the end of the conversation.” That was the last thing before the hockey captain walked out of your room.

Adam was quick to get off of your bed as he went to console you “you should go.” You announced as you sighed.

That honestly broke his heart “don’t do this to me baby.” Adam begged as he squeezed your hand.

You brought your other hand up to your face to wipe your tears away “just until Nolan calms down maybe we should cool it.” You shrugged as you walked to your door “please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” You pleaded with him as you opened the door.

The air was heavy as both yours and his cheeks were wet from tears “I love you bellissima.” Adam nodded as he kissed your forehead before he walked out of your room.

It had been two weeks since Adam walked out of your room, two weeks since he told you he loved you. Both of you had been talking the time apart poorly. You hadn’t left your dorm besides for when you went to class, your roommate brought you meals every time because she knew you wanted to avoid Adam. The Fantilli boy wasn’t door well either, his performance during games had dropped and Nolan almost killed him on multiple occasions during training.

When Nick and Steve saw you walking to one of your classes they knew someone had to step in.

Their plan started with taking you for coffee, the cafe was where Nolan was picking up a drink with a girl.

When he saw how dark your under eye circles were the guilt was quick to hit him like a truck. Nolan didn’t love the fact that you were all cozy with his teammate but the thing that hurt him the most was the fact that you didn’t tell him the truth to begin with.

The boys convinced Nolan to apologise to both you and Adam, then came phase two.

Nolan had you to come to the Yost after practice because he had to give you something. Now you were largely hesitant about it because you didn’t want to see Adam, you knew you wouldn’t keep it together if you did.

But when Nolan was followed by Adam you were confused “Nol-” you began as you didn’t want to do this again.

He held his hand up causing you to grow quiet “I’m sorry for being an ass to you guys.” Nolan sighed as he watched people walk out of the rink.

Adam couldn’t help but frown as he looked at you, his facial scruffle as you liked to call it was growing in and his eyes were dark. Nolan smiled as he realised that neither one of you were paying attention to him but rather to your fellow class member “I’m going to leave you two now,” he laughed to himself as he shook his head.

Nolan sent you a salute “is he good to you?” He asked as he turned his attention towards you “so good.” You nodded as you sent Adam a soft smile.

Adam matched your expression “don’t let her answer change to that Fantilli.” Nolan pointed his finger at the boy “I don’t plan on that anytime soon.” When Adam said that Nolan was pulled away from the conversation “I’m sorry,” you blurted out as tears drew themselves in your eyes once more.

The boy was quick to sigh as he walked over to you shutting the gap between you both “none of that,” he shook his head “just hug me okay?” Adam held his arms out as you rested your head on his chest “missed you.” You confessed causing him to laugh.

He loved how you were fully back out of your shell after what Nolan had said to you both “missed you more than you’d ever know.” Adam smiled as he cupped your face so he could kiss your lips.

Nolan thought he was behaving when Steve and Nick had him stood watching the interaction so that he could get used to it. But when your head tilted backwards to allow Adam the access to your lips, he lost it “keep your hands above her leggings mister!” Nolan called out quickly causing you to pull away.

You smiled as you flipped your brother off “should we get out of here?” You asked with a smirk as you looked up at Adam who nodded “I think I like the sound of that.” The three senior players watched as the loved up couple walked hand in hand out of the Yost.

Part of Nolan was happy to see you happy again, but the other part of him was the protective big brother “do you think I’ve just encouraged them to have sex again?” Nolan sucked his cheeks as he thought about it for a second.

Nick laughed at what he said “it’s fine,” he nodded to himself “if they go back to Adams we gave him a box of condoms this morning.” The statement caused Nolan’s eyes to go wide.

“I actually hate you both so much.”

#ambers 500 celly #Adam Fantilli imagines #adam fantilli #imagines #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #oneshots #Adam Fantilli oneshots #umich imagine #umich x reader #amber writes fics

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vacantgodling · 2 months

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#22. Un (Dion) Undershield

Envy is the gateway to all sins; borne from misplaced pride. Your pride and ego have grown so large that they’re debilitating; crushing every good relationship that you’ve ever had, taking from you everything you’ve held dear. But admitting to that would be admitting that it’s your fault and it can’t be your fault; you refuse. Everyone else is to blame, and you will blame them until your last breath. Even if it’s fool hearted, even if it hurts you more in the end, at some point you convinced yourself that it has to be worth it because if it wasn’t… You can’t bear to think what it would mean if it wasn’t.

“un” means one, as he is the firstborn child of the undersheild family—elder brother of deux and trios (and yes the rest of their siblings are named like that). however, when he leaves home he takes the name “dion” for himself, which means one of heaven and earth. “undershield” is a combined name of the words under and shield, referring to the backside of a shield and the one closest to the user.

30, cis male (he/him), romance: yes, but his heart is definitely walled off after his relationship with fia ended in tragedy. sex: haha. (the answer is yes, but he’s only really gonna do it if he’s close to you or in a relationship. is too awkward and offputting for brothels). preference: feminine, but he does like both.

imposing is the best word to describe him; with his 6’4” frame, broad shoulders, and menacing deep brown eyes that are so dark they’re near black, which mirrors his dark skin. his hair is a shock of a sunkissed yellow-blonde ombre, varying in shade in nearly every strand, giving him an almost electric look. he never has facial hair, its itchy to him, but he does have thick hair on his chest and arms. he’s perpetually frowning and he has varying scars from various battles scattered across his body.

as a PROTECTOR, the most important “weapon” that dion wields is his shield, though he also carries a curved sword. as most protector shields are, its nearly as tall as him, and broad, and he’s able to use magic (vis) to bolster its strength as well as shield his other teammates. what sets dion apart from other protectors and makes him a bit taboo in that circle, is that he uses his shield/magic for offensive purposes, which goes ‘against’ MUINENS’s creed for the purpose of protectors. dion’s argument (and the argument of those in this particular religious sect/ideology) believe that the goddess never swore off violence altogether and that sometimes the best way to protect others is to neutralize the threat—so why shouldn’t they use Her holy shield to do so?

dion HAD a loving relationship with deux, past tense, but that all changed when it was around the time for her to enter the protector’s academy. dion’s reasons are his own (that i can’t spoil for plot reasons), but as his anger and rage and jealous pride grew within him towards his younger sister, the more hatred for his own inadequacies he came to feel. he’s a proud, assertive man, but he’s also quite callous to those who he deems beneath him, but that shame of being inadequate eats at him and so the more it eats, the more he lashes out. the closest time that dion had to recentering himself was when he was with his first team, but all of them but one perished. he blames himself for it, in some ways, but like hell will he truly allow himself to feel that emotion so he continues to lash out, especially at the one person who does give a damn about him, erik. overcoming his anger and jealousy issues will probably take a good chunk of his lifetime to do, but he’s not at the point where he wants to yet. he’s too content in his hate. despite having a perpetual petrol fire of rage inside of him, dion is quite personable with those who he has no quarrel with, and tends to become more bad tempered the closer that you get to him. which seems backwards but yknow.

3 fun facts about them: he tries to deny them but he has strong paternal instincts and most babies actually relax in his presence. it speaks to how he isn’t a terrible person but he definitely needs to like. stop being an ass lmao. he hates spicy foods. he laughs with his whole chest in the rare times he laughs and its loud asf.

#s: tcol #tcol character intro

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eunwoopeia · 2 years

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“Some Kind of Proof It’s Not a Dream”

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x tsukishima kei

genre: song fic, getting together, light angst

work count: 1.7k

tags/warnings: mentions of divorce, tiny one-sided tsukiyama, tsukki is bad at feelings

summary: tsukishima kei finds his only exception in kuroo tetsurou

When I was younger I saw my daddy cry

And curse at the wind

He broke his own heart and I watched

As he tried to reassemble it

Kei’s early childhood is only filled with two things, non-stop shouting or deafening silence. Five year old Tsukishima Kei knew that it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Two people who had promised to love each other until the day they die weren’t supposed to either have screaming matches every night or pretending like the other person doesn’t exist at all. Akiteru —his older brother of six years— tried his best to reassure and comfort him, but the walls are thin and there is only so much an older brother can do in trying to protect his little brother when his own parents are crumbling down right in front of him.

So it was inevitable, Kei knew, when their parents decided to get a divorce.

It was for the better anyway. Their parents can stop pretending like everything is fine just for the sake of their two children.

Kei knows that now. But he still cried when his mother and father sat him and Akiteru down one evening to explain everything.

It was the first time he ever saw his father cry.

And my momma swore she would

Never let herself forget

They move back to the small town where their mother grew up, just the three of them. Kei, Akiteru, and their mother. His father stayed at the city, and would only ever call once a month. Not that Kei missed him or longed for him. He never felt like he was missing something, with the way his mother enveloped him with love and attention, with everything he could ever want or need.

And Akiteru did as well.

He loved and took care of Kei almost like a father, but not authoritative enough to be suffocating and make him forget that they’re only brothers. Akiteru was his hero, the glistening rainbow after a strom. The one person who would never hurt him the way their parents had.

Until he did.

Until Kei found out about the months of lying and deceiving.

And it wasn’t just a storm this time. It was his entire world shattering and crumbling down to tiny little pieces.

Was his adoration a burden for Aki? Was he not trustworthy enough to be a confidant for his only brother?

Were people really just dumb enough to continue staying in a situation that was doing nothing but hurting them?

And that was the day that I promised

Kei would never be like them.

Like his father who would rather find a temporary heat from a different body just to escape his problems.

Like his mother who would stay in a loveless relationship in hopes of rekindling a dying fire.

Like his brother who would lie not just to Kei, but also to himself, just because he’s too much of a coward to face the harsh truth.

I’d never sing of love if it does not exist

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone

Or keep a straight face

‘I know you don’t feel the same way but I… I just wanted to let you know.’

Kei didn’t know what to say. What to do. What to feel.

Yamaguchi is standing in front of him, almost caving into himself. Freckles blurring behind a deep blush as he continues to worry with his hands. ‘Tsukki. Please say something.’

Kei didn’t know what to say.

‘Yamaguchi…’

‘It’s okay. Just. Please tell me that we can still be friends.’

‘Of course.’ Of course, because Yamaguchi was the one person who wasn’t afraid of him. Who answered all the mood swings, the awful words, the complete and total animosity to anything that could be related to happiness with a little smile. He was his only friend.

And Kei didn’t deserve him.

‘Of course we can still be friends.’

And I’ve always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable distance

Volleyball kept him busy. And sure, his teammates were… fine.

The seniors cared about the team a lot. Kei can see that. They didn’t only care about winning a couple of games or getting themselves into Nationals before they graduate. They genuinely care about everyone.

And the sophomores might be a weird mix of rowdy hormonal teenagers and calm enthusiastic players, but they were very supportive (in their own way) as well.

And even though his fellow freshmen the such pain in the ass, they wholeheartedly wanted to be there.

And up until now I had sworn to myself that I’m content

Which was the problem. Because they all cared a little too much for Kei’s liking.

It’s just a club.

He wasn’t there to make friends. It’s just a silly sport to help him pass the time.

With loneliness

He didn’t need more friends.

He doesn’t see the point of giving your all, almost to the point of burning yourself out, to something that might only cause you disappointment or pain in the end.

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

And then he met Kuroo Tetsurou.

The captain of their supposed rival school. Charming, enigmatic, and so full of himself, Kuroo Tetsurou.

Kei would be lying if he said that he was able to stop thinking about the older boy after they first met. But he told himself that it was nothing but a stupid crush. It wasn’t his fault that he found him attractive somehow. It was only his mind and body betraying him, nothing more.

But everything changes during training camp.

When Kuroo apologized for something other people might have just brushed off. When Kuroo (with the help of Bokuto, Akaashi and Yamaguchi) made him face his own fears. Made him realize that he’s being a coward by already giving up without even trying. When Kuroo helped him hone his skills without asking for anything in return, despite the fact that were supposed to be enemies.

When Kuroo invited him out for a walk on their last night at camp —and somehow made Kei agree— talking about the nerdiest shit Kei had ever heard from someone who he had previously dubbed as a brainless jock. When they spent the night talking (bickering) in hushed tones despite being surrounded by nothing but the trees and the light of fireflies. When Kuroo walked him back to the room where he and his teammates are staying at, looking as disappointed as Kei feels for the quick passing of time.

When Kuroo asked for his number before he boards their bus the next morning, hand massaging his nape and maroon tinting his ears.

When Kuroo calls right after their game against Shiratorizawa, frantically asking him about his injury before even congratulating their team for the impossible win.

When Kuroo looks genuinely happy and outright proud of him after Karasuno beats Nekoma at Nationals, despite losing an important game on his last year in high school.

I’ve got a tight grip on reality

Everything changes.

When they don’t stop communicating with each other despite Kuroo graduating and entering college. Despite the busy schedule. Despite the miles in between.

When their late night conversations turns from questions about homework to their deepest secrets and darkest insecurities.

When Kuroo drops by every training camp just to break down even more of Kei’s impervious walls.

When Kuroo helps him pick out a university of his own, helps move him into a brand new dorm (Aki adores him. Kei hates it, but he also kind of understands why), helps him adjust to his new life at the city.

When Kuroo doesn’t falter of flinch to his barbed wires, his sharp tongue, and dark nights.

But I can’t

When one day, Kuroo asks him, ‘Do you think you’ll ever love me back, Tsukki?’

‘Tetsu, you know I don’t…’

He wanted to say, I don’t believe in love.

Let go of what’s in front of me here

But Kei knows it’s a lie.

Because he’s been in love since that first night. Surrounded by trees and the light of fireflies.

Since that time he sent a text saying ‘we’re taking my mom to the hospital right now’ and later, Kuroo comes rushing to his side, straight out of his part-time job from the city an hour and a half away.

Since he stayed the night at Tokyo to comfort a distressed Kuroo who had just lost his childhood pet.

Since Kuroo had stayed with him through a painfully awkward lunch he had with the man who is his father after years of not seeing each other.

Since Kuroo so sweetly confessed ‘I’m so in love with you Tsukishima Kei’ without expecting an answer back.

I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up

‘I know. But I also hope you know that I’m not like any of them Tsukki.’

Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream

But how do you shed an integral part of yourself?

How do you erase something you spent your entire childhood and adolescent years instilling into your very being?

How do you make yourself believe in something you’ve seen left so many important people in your life broken and crumpled to the ground? Including the boy in front of you? (Because Kei can see it. Loving him is only making Kuroo suffer day by day.)

‘Tetsu…’ Kei doesn’t know what to say. So he doesn’t.

Doesn’t speak until Tetsurou rubs at his face and silently leaves his room.

How?

You make an exception.

You are the only exception

So Kei follows. It might have taken him hours before he finally finds the courage, but he doesn’t care.

When Kuroo is the one who had stayed with him through everything, running after him is nothing in comparison. Kei would run to the end of the world and it would only be his starting point into giving back everything Tetsurou had given him, thought him, shown him. Made him feel.

This would be his starting point.

And I’m on my way to believing

So Kei runs out of his dorm.

Only to find Tetsurou waiting outside for him.

‘You stayed.’

‘Of course I did. I always have, haven’t I?’

Oh, and I’m on my way to believing

‘And I always will.’

#krtsk #kurotsuki #kurotsukki #tsukishima kei #kuroo tetsurou #song fic #the only exception by paramore #eunwoopeia #stayupnaddie

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I love your Harry Potter metas! Could you please analyze Marcus Flint's character from the books? I know it's not alot but I'm curious!

Aww, thank you so much! This took me forever to answer, so I'm sorry for that! 🤦‍♀️

You're right that there's not a whole lot about Marcus in the books to go on, but there's enough to get a basic understanding of him as a person/character.

Marcus Flint

The Basics:

Marcus was a tall and burly Slytherin, who was a Chaser and the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and he frequently cheated during the game. He also had to repeat his 7th year at Hogwarts because he failed his exams (though JKR apparently changed her mind and amended his age in later editions of Book 1, but that's boring, so I'm going with the original comment). He was likely a pure-blood since the Flint family was part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. It is possible that his family intermarried by then (so he could have been a half-blood), but I highly doubt it. Most of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families were still pure-bloods by the start of the books, and since Marcus was in Slytherin, it's even more likely that his family remained "untainted" because the stigma of being with a Muggle/Muggle-born was a powerful deterrent.

Book Evidence:

Marcus was large and imposing. Harry claimed that Marcus "looked as if he had some troll blood in him." We don't know exactly what he meant by that (or if he was just being rude, which is possible), but we can assume that it at least alluded to the fact that Marcus was a big guy. He was described as being "even larger than Wood" who was said to be "tall and burly" & in Book 3, it stated:

"And here come the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He's Made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill --" More boos from the Slytherin crowd. Harry, however, thought Lee had a point. Malfoy was easily the smallest person On the Slytherin team; the rest of them were enormous.

Marcus was a good Quidditch player. It's doubtful that he would have been named Captain if he wasn't, but we also have evidence of this:

"the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes — Flint flying like an eagle up there"

"Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts, come on now, Wood, save --!" But Flint had scored; there was an eruption of cheers from the Slytherin end, and Lee swore so badly that Professor McGonagall tried to tug the magical megaphone away from him.

Marcus was very aggressive.

WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below — Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harry’s broom spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life.

"Captains, shake hands!" said Madam Hooch. Flint and Wood approached each other and grasped each other's hand very tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break the other's fingers.

Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her.

He was a decent leader. As Captain of the Quidditch team, he led the Slytherins to victory in several games, and he also showed an understanding that his teammates were his responsibility:

Harry knew at once that Malfoy had said something really bad because there was an instant uproar at his words. Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him, Alicia shrieked, “How dare you!” and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, yelling, “You’ll pay for that one, Malfoy!” and pointed it furiously under Flint’s arm at Malfoys face.

I highly doubt that Marcus actually liked or cared about Draco, but he protected him because that was his duty as the Captain.

He had many typical Slytherin traits, including...

Questionable Morals - He accepted a bribe for Draco to be on the Quidditch team, dressed up like a dementor (with Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle) to throw Harry off during a Quidditch game, and pretended that one of his teammates was not able to play when it was storming (so that the weather wouldn't hurt their chances of winning).

Ambition and Determination - He was willing to do whatever it took to win Quidditch matches (see above), continued playing even when no one else was paying attention, and didn't stop even when he was injured.

Marcus Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing.

A moment later, Fred Weasley chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed.

“Slytherin in possession — Flint with the Quaffle — passes Spinnet — passes Bell — hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose-"

Harry turned the Firebolt sharply to watch Flint, still bleeding freely, fly forward to take the Slytherin penalty.

Arrogance and Smugness -

“Funny you should mention Draco’s father,” said Flint as the whole Slytherin team smiled still more broadly. “Let me show you the generous gift he’s made to the Slytherin team.” All seven of them held out their broomsticks. Seven highly polished, brand-new handles and seven sets of fine gold lettering spelling the words Nimbus Two Thousand and One gleamed under the Gryffindors’ noses in the early morning sun. “Very latest model. Only came out last month,” said Flint carelessly, flicking a speck of dust from the end of his own. “I believe it outstrips the old Two Thousand series by a considerable amount. As for the old Cleansweeps” — he smiled nastily at Fred and George, who were both clutching Cleansweep Fives —“ sweeps the board with them.”

A Mean/Cruel Sense of Humor -

Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap. The Slytherin team were paralyzed with laughter. Flint was doubled up, hanging onto his new broomstick for support.

Other Unknowns/Possibilities...

He may have been clever - Harry described him as having a "look of trollish cunning on his face" when he stole the Quidditch field from Gryffindor for practice with a note from Snape saying that they needed to train their new Seeker. However, there's no indication that this was Marcus' idea, and given how bad the plan to dress up as dementors was (which Marcus went along with), I'm not sure I would consider him very clever. However, he did have at least some social intelligence, because he knew that he could only get away with some things under certain circumstances. For example, in Book 1, he smashed into Harry and didn't even attempt to seem remorseful, whereas in Book 3, he smashed into Angelina and said ""Sorry!" said Flint as the crowd below booed. "Sorry, didn't see her!"" He knew that smashing into a female player required a level of (at least pretend) regret that smashing into a male player did not.

He may have been sexist - It says in Book 2 that "There were no girls on the Slytherin team, who stood shoulder to shoulder," but this may have been because Slytherin families were misogynistic in general and didn't consider Quidditch an appropriate hobby for their daughters. In that case, Marcus didn't have much of a choice for the team, but he still could have been sexist due to being raised in that type of environment.

He may have believed in pure-blood supremacy - We really don't know Marcus' thoughts on blood purity. We do know that he was in Slytherin, and he certainly didn't speak out against Draco when he called Hermione a Mudblood, so it's likely that he had some prejudices. However, he never made any direct comments about blood status, and the Flints were one of the only Slytherin families not mentioned to be loyal to Voldemort during the war, so it's possible that they were more indifferent than most (i.e. they looked down on Muggles and Muggle-borns, but they weren't extreme enough to want to fight a war over it).

He may not have been from a very powerful family - Continuing with the thought above, it is interesting how the Flints are not mentioned as working with Voldemort or being traitors to his cause. Given that they were part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, one would think that their allegiance would be important, but since it's never mentioned, it is possible that the Flints were one of the less powerful, less rich pure-blood families, and therefore, their loyalty wasn't really a big deal to either side.

My Inferences:

Marcus is an Aries (so he was born between March 21st and April 19th). Aries is a fire sign, and Flint is a stone used for lighting fires. Aries' archetype is The Warrior and it is ruled by Mars, and Marcus' name is derived from Mars, the Roman god of war. Aries tend to be passionate and bold, which we see from Marcus with Quidditch. Aries know what they want and aren't afraid to take it, which we see from Marcus in the way he disregards the rules and cheats. Aries can also be impatient, demanding, and stubborn, and they can have a bad temper (i.e. Marcus' aggression), especially when faced with incompetence (like when Draco lost the Quidditch match for Slytherin, and Marcus was seen “...yelling at Malfoy. Something about having the Snitch on top of his head and not noticing.”).

Marcus is the youngest child/baby of the family. He has a lot of qualities that youngest children have, such as being manipulative (dressing up like a dementor & stealing the Quidditch field from Gryffindor), outgoing (he certainly isn't shy), attention-seeking (goading Gryffindor & bragging about their new brooms), self-centered, and uncomplicated (he's not an overly complex character). He could be an only child, but he lacks some of their traits, such as being antisocial and sensitive. I have the headcanon that Marcus has two older brothers, but that's not based on any canon evidence.

Marcus has a learning disability. The fact that Marcus failed his exams and had to repeat his 7th (and final) year indicates that there was probably more going on than just laziness. I personally like this idea, because we don't see any learning disabilities in Hogwarts, which is quite unrealistic.

This was fun, so thanks for the ask! 😊

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Cursed Ocean

(Pt.4)

It had been three months since Elvira had been kidnapped and taken on the Flying Dutchman, was it really that long? So long in fact that Naga reminded her that it's been three months since they found her, Elvira was shocked herself… Yet she wasn't surprised the more she thought about it. Those first couple of weeks were really hard on Elvira mentally. She had to get used to everyone, the Captain, the crew mates and the fact that no one would ever attempt to get her. It also didn't help she was still also trying to get over Ulrich's passing at that time, it was still recent then. She struggled to sleep most nights because of everything, when the times were hard Elvira isolated herself a couple of times because of it in order to cope.

Since then she finally earned the respect of the other crew mates and Stitch as well. They no longer belittled her for every little thing she did anymore, she proved herself the moment they got betrayed by an old friend of theirs and she quickly took down the men before anything else had happened to them. Since then, she had been treated differently, she earned the respect back.

Elvira actually felt welcomed for once, overtime she told a few things about herself to them. Still— Elvira Wolff was such a mystery to them, they only knew that she was a Captain. The goddaughter of Ulrich Wolff, the fact that her father abandoned her and that was it. They even apologised for insulting her in that manner, Elvira accepted their apology. It was all she wanted, an apology.

Elvira told them a story one night where she was held as Ransom at the ripe age of fifteen—Was she scared? No. Not really, what did she have to be scared of? Everyone in Germany knew her name, kidnapping her and holding her as ransom would be an awful idea, right? Well these bold mercenaries thought it was an amazing idea of course! She got stabbed in the stomach, since she refused to give information to them. At that point Ulrich found where Elvira was held captive, thanks to bystanders who watched the whole commotion and immediately found Ulrich.

Then of course you already know what Ulrich did to them, in a matter of time he came out of the building with Elvira and blood over his clothes. Ever since then, Ulrich became much more protective of Elvira. But… He could only do so much, and old age was starting to get to him until one day… He never woke up.

Elvira was fully convinced he died of a broken heart, Ulrich found love in the unlikeliest of places, and when he least expected it. Just when Ulruch was convinced his heart couldn't love, he couldn't help but fall for Fritzi. She brought out the good in him, the goodness in him only Elvira and his crew mates ever saw. She Wished deep down that some day, she too would find someone like Ulrich; A man who would do almost anything for their woman, love them unconditionally as well.

Upon recently Stitch and Elvira grew close as well, even the teammates had begun to realise that too. Ever since Elvira had mended Stitch's wound, something was beginning to change within him deep down. He couldn't explain it, whatever it was… He didn't like it, Stitch swore on his own life that he would never fall in love again. What Calypso had done to him. It was unforgivable— And he knew later down the line, that Elvira would do the same thing too. Abandon him. Stitch would never let such a thing happen again. Stitch knew she was doing her job, there was no doubt about that. But every subtle movement she made to try and get closer to him, he immediately turned her down without hesitation. After all he was doing this for his own good, to protect himself… As to not fall in love ever again.

Elvira had more jobs to do around the Ship, so she wasn't cooking all the time which she loved. It was good to have a change here and there, though she still hated seeing men being captured and taken onto the Flying Dutchman or killed…. Slowly she was still getting used to all of that. Even now, Elvira prefers to kill the Prisoners, so they don't have to face working on the Flying Dutchman. In that way… That was her form of mercy, she didn't want people to have the same kind of fate that she did.

Sometimes that was still inevitable thanks to Stitch. He would either take more men on the ship, or let them all drop dead like flies.

What Elvira hated was that she completely fell in love with Stitch, she hated herself for that… Yet at the same time she couldn't help it, there was something about him. Maybe it had to do with her own determination to break the curse so he could stop being the Captain of the flying Dutchman, and also the fact she spent time with him. Despite him being a sailor of the Flying Dutchman, he had an interesting personality.

Stitch himself was in a bit of a predicament… He got word that a search party was sent out to get Elvira back, to rescue her from the Flying Dutchman? He could almost laugh, he thinks they can get her back? We'll see about that.

It was the early morning and Elvira got up at her usual time, getting herself chanted into a new pair of clothes. It was the same old day like any other. She headed down to the Kitchen and began to prepare breakfast for everyone, so it would all be ready when they've fully awakened from their slumber. She was cutting the vegetables, humming to a song softly. A cannonball suddenly struck the ship which startled Elvira, causing her to cut her finger a little. Blood began to pour down her finger. That kind of ruckus woke up everyone else who was trying to sleep.

"Scheisse…" Elvira cursed before pulling her knife away, hearing the commotion from up top she went back up to the ship.

"Adler's men have returned for another battle Captain!" Knight yelled to Stitch who came out of his Cabin, he got his telescope out. He zoomed in and saw Adler's ship in the distance, his ship was slowly approaching over to the Flying Dutchman… Adler sure had guts, this was the second time he was going to do this.

"We'll deal with them ourselves, leave no one alive." Stitch ordered his men and saw Elvira out on the ship before grabbing her arm. "You're going to stay in my Cabin, they're here to get you." He said.

"I want to help you fight." Elvira wasn't going to follow his orders, the least she could do was help but Stitch didn't listen to her and he took her into his Cabin without saying anything to her. She got annoyed that ignored her. "Come on, this isn't fair you can't fight them without support as well. I'm just a cook to everyone on this ship." Elvira negotiated with Stitch.

"Not to the others who are trying to get you back. Now you're going to stay here, if they come in here defend yourself." Stitch placed a pistol in her hands before walking out and closing the door behind her.

Adler's ship drew closer to the Flying Dutchman, and they successfully fought off the Kraken. Much to Stitch's surprise, but that was only a minor problem. He knew this was only just the beginning, hooks got thrown to the ship pulling them closer and closer to the enemy ship. Not long before Adler's men used the ropes and swung to get on the flying Dutchman and attack Stitch's men with no hesitation.

A diversion was then created, and a group of Adler's men began to attack the crew mates on the ship. While the latter managed to creep away from the fighting, in order to go and find Elvira. That was the plan Adler made with his crew mates, he wanted Stitch distracted as much as possible in order to get Elvira back.

Elvira hated this— It made her anxious, a little too anxious for her liking even. Hearing their swords clanging against each other, the sound of pistols non stop. Men screaming in pain, it was slowly beginning to become all too much, she began to pace around the Cabin. Before hearing the door fumbling a little… Someone was picking the lock, Elvira had her gun at the ready seeing the lock slowly turn. She kept her eyes firmly at the dark wooden door.

As the door opened Elvira then pulled the trigger and the pistol was lucky enough to strike on the door. The man who opened it moved away just in time, just as Elvira tried to get more gunpowder in it Adler's men had tackled her down on the ground.

"Hey what the hell?!" Elvira yelled, but the man coveted her mouth. She got pulled up and thrown over his shoulder, quickly walking out of the Cabin.

"We're working for Adler! We're getting out of here, don't want to waste anymore time!" The man said he had Elvira over his shoulder, the man used the rope holding onto Elvira and he sung over back to Adler's ship with no additional problems. By that time Stitch was far too busy fighting someone on the other side of the ship, they got what they came for. Elvira.

Amidst all the fighting, Elvira had got taken away by Adler's sailors while Stitch was busy killing Adler's men. It was the only chance they had in order to get her back, and Adler took that chance with no hesitation. The fighting finally stopped when all the dead bodies of Adler's men were laying on the floor, Stitch looked around ro make sure all of his men were okay which they were. It was a relief for him, but something felt wrong… He counted all of his men's heads, they were missing someone.

"We're missing someone, Elvira… Where is she?!" Stitch felt the anger boiling up inside of him.

"Adler took her! We… We tried to go and get her back! But it was far too late, they took her up on their ship…" The sailor spoke nervously.

"Tail that ship. We're going back." Stitch ordered and they set sail to follow the ship that was sailing away in the distance where they held Elvira captive. "I know where they're going…" He muttered.

Meanwhile. . .

Elvira was on Adler's ship and got taken in Adler's Cabin and was waiting eagerly, he hoped they managed to get her. Hearing the door open, he turned to see Elvira and he was relieved.

"Kid…" Adler spoke softly, he gestured to the men to leave the room and so they did. The door closed and there was a moment of silence. "Did he… Did he hurt you?" He asked her.

Elvira shook her head. "Nein he didn't hurt me don't worry, I didn't do anything. All they did was insult me and that's it." She looked at Adler.

"Three whole months… I thought that he would kill you in the end." Adler lit his cigar and he exhaled the smoke. "No matter, we're going to the island where his heart is located to kill him."

"What? Are you crazy? We need the key. And I couldn't get the key because every time it was either on a necklace, or right next to him…" Elvira tried to explain to Adler.

"That's the thing, I know he's going to chase us. Let him chase us to the island, he put his heart there on that island for a reason." Adler explained. "Get some rest, it's going to be a long journey, in no time… You'll be back in Germany." He reassured her.

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lnsfawwi · 2 years

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Hossi Fanfic cuz ao3 doesn't have fonts!

newsletter format

AU where Aaron never left the FBI

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