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Previous parts: Teaser , 1, 2, 3

Sorry about the long wait but heres pt.4, and I loved writing this part please share your thoughts. Thank you for your patience 💗.

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Monday arrived quickly and as you all made your way into AMMO headquarters everyone seemed to be in a good mood.

“So how was it?” Rita asked.

“Eventful.” You replied while making your way to your desk.

“Damm no details, you don’t even want to elaborate?” Rita said.

“No or at least not right now, maybe during lunch.” You commented.

“Fine but you better keep your word.” She said before picking up some files.

As the day went by, you luckily hadn’t encountered Armando. You saw him walk by a few times and then get called upstairs for something. Everyone watched as he got up and left. Kelly looked towards you, raising her eyebrows, you simply shrugged your shoulders and went back to your station.

“Okay, guys, Y/N and I are going out for lunch. We will see you all shortly,” Rita said, grabbing her keys.

You grabbed your bag and headed towards the door.

“Rita, Y/n where y’all going?” Asked Mike.

“To run some errands,” Rita responded.

“Okay, whatever. Y/N, we start training today at 6, don't forget.” He reminded you before walking off.

mxtantrights

Oyendo la canción de nosotros dos

a/n: anddddd we've got a part two. damn. I'm really down bad.

this takes place six months after the first part. still following then fix-it Fanon I've got going on: Armando didn't kill the chief, he's working on reducing his jail time, his and Mike are trying to get their father/son shit together.

mxtantrights

Sé que se puede, se puede amar

a/n: anddd he strikes again. when I said I was down bad for this man I really meant it. it's bad. anyways this isn't gonna be a two parter (I know I said that last time but this time I mean it!! mostly)

for the sake of this fic: Armando and Mike are still working on their relationship but they are close enough to have each other's phone numbers, Armando is out of prison, he didn't kill the chief, Armando is in some form of therapy.

also based on this song which I've had in my playlist forever.

mxtantrights

No, no te puedo olvidar no no te puedo borrar

a/n: I just can't leave him alone can I? damn. Might have to go re watch the movies to see his funny ass again. always, y'all probably know the drill. tis' a one parter until it ain't (up to you). Armando didn't kill the chief, is working on time served by working with Miami PD, is working on his relationship with his father. lets goooo.

Armando aretas x fem!reader

anisa-vrse

His By Arrangement prt. 1

pairing: Armando Aretas x Reader word count: 1,045 notes: I apologize for any typos. There are mentions of weapons (guns, knife). This kind of takes place in Bad Boys, it's a specific scene, but then it veers from that. Enjoy the read!

“Zwwaaayy- Looooo,” you sauntered up to him with an arm wrapping around his shoulder. His body tensed at the sudden contact. “I heard that Taglin is about to come into a lot of money, and I want in,” you whispered softly in his ear.

Zway-Lo nods his head slowly, before slowly looking at you. You pat his shoulders before you take a few steps, without looking back you take your knife from its holster around your thigh and throw it precisely in between his legs. “You know how to contact me” was all you said as you walked out of the building.

Zway-Lo: time:00:00 location: Miami Harbor

You made it to Miami Harbor, an hour before the scheduled meeting time, scouting the place out, learning the entrances, exits, and any security. As you were scouting the loading dock, the click of a gun grabs your attention, you slowly turn your head and there he is Lee Taglin himself. “y/n hands where I can see them, I’ve heard all about you”

Your hands slowly make their way up “Good things I hope” you say with a cheeky smile. One that he didn’t take lightly to, he grabbed both your wrists placing them behind your back and zip tied them together, his gun never leaving you, as he looked away to his men giving them silent orders.

You turned your head counting the men, clearly outnumbered you knew you’d have to wait for your opportunity to escape. Taglin turned back to you, a hand grabbing a fistful of your hair “You y/n are just what I needed to sweeten the deal, come on” he says before letting your hair go and pushing you forward.

His gun stayed hovering behind your back, as you all walked onto the loading zone of the harbor “on your knees” he says, “and don’t do anything stupid.” Taglin left, and another man replaced him with a gun hovering behind your head. You knelt there for 20 minutes before everyone had come, you watched as people piled in, you saw Zway-Lo look at you and the men behind him,

But one man had you enticed, he walked in carrying himself with a predator-like demeanor, intimidating to most but intriguing to you. As you analyzed him your head slowly tilted to the side, he was around 5 '10 maybe taller, his skin a deep bronze, and when you realized his physique was strong, muscular, and intense, your eyebrows raised ever so slightly. You could tell just from his haircut and the way he dressed he kept things efficient and he himself was just intimidating.

You watched the clattering of the metal falling, and the money falling to the ground, the exchange from him and Taglin.

“This is what you get to keep” tagline said pointing at the man

“What did you say, we had a deal”

“Renegotiating, oops” Tagline said as he shrugged his shoulders and pulled out a gun pointing it at the man. Taglin’s men shifted all their guns to that one man.

“I’ll even throw in the girl,” Taglin said, as one of the men pulled you up off the ground and shoved you into the man. Your shoulder pressed against the man’s chest, his hand instinctively wrapping around your waist lightly helping you as you regained your balance. Your eyes glancing at him and then to the men behind him. Just as quickly as you high kicked one of Taglin’s men in the head, he pulled his karambit knife and finished the rest of them. “Oops” was all he said.

As Taglin was choking on his blood, the man grabbed his head “come here, look at me” the man pressed the gun to Taglin’s head and boom “ I don’t renegotiate” he said before he dropped the body and stood up. He looked at you, his eyes scanning you. He whistled to one of his men, he whispered something into his ear. His henchmen then lightly guided you to the empty space outside of the loading zone.

You stood there with his henchmen, overhearing the mumbles from the others, you stared up at the stars awaiting his return. You heard his boots as they clunked against the pavement “leave us” he said to the henchmen. You looked at the man, a gulp falling down your throat, up close he was even more handsome, his facial features are sharp, symmetrical, and his strong jawline framed with his groomed goatee, and his freshly cut hair.

He watches you analyze him and says nothing, he walks behind you, and you feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, his height overbearing you. “Relax” was all he said “What’s your name?” you ask ,as he cut the zip ties that bound your wrists together. “Armando Aretas” he says, placing his knife back into his holster.

You turn around facing him, eyebrows furrowed. “Aretas? Isabel never told me she had a son” You look up at him, his eyes returning the confusion, neither of you says anything just looking at each other, gauging the other.

“How do you know my mother?” He breaks the silence. The wind from the sea breezes against your skin, goosebumps forming on your arms.

“She does business with my father, I’m Y/N Ramirez" you say shivering, using your hands you run your arms, hoping the friction warms you up. He notices, and starts guiding you back into the harbor building. “Stay here,” he says. He leaves you instructing each of his henchmen. You watched as a few more of his men appeared and disappeared as they carried the bodies out.

The clunking of Armando’s boots catches your attention as he approaches you. “Come with me” was all he said to you before walking past you expecting you to follow him.

And you did, you stayed a few steps behind him, the gravel crunching against each step you both took. He stopped in front of a motorcycle, and he grabbed his jacket, holding it open for you. You slid your arms through. “Where are we going? You asked. “Somewhere we can talk in private,” he says as he zips you up, he places his helmet on you, before grabbing a spare and placing that one on himself.

to be continued...

a/n: I've had a story about Armando sitting in my drafts for months now, this isn't the one, but every time I reread it, something is missing. So I wrote this instead, which is essentially the first part of it. We need more Armando fanfics, Jacob Scipio is so underrated .a I honestly got writer's block, and stopped writing mainly because of that, and life got busy for me too. I write for fun, so I will upload when I can. I usually hyper-fixate on a character and try to write all my ideas for them, but once that hyper-fixation has moved on, it's hard to write with the same motivation/passion.

anisa-vrse

Mr. Grumpy

pairing: Armando Aretas x Reader word count: 1.2 K notes: I watched Bad Boys Ride or Die recently and Armando Aretas now has me in a chokehold. Jacob Scipio is so fine, I want to see him in more movies.

“Gunshot wound upper chest!”

“We need medical!”

Mike’s voice was heard, and you came rushing in taking control of the situation. You took his shirt off, applied pressure to his wound with one hand as the other grabbed the materials necessary. Once he was stable you quickly tended to Marcus and Mike.

You were a part of AMMO’s very own special medical team. You were generally close to Mike and Marcus, you’ve tended to their wounds before and you’ve heard stories about them through Rita.

You were picked mainly because you had extensive undercover work and especially because of your efficiency during stressful situations, always making the best call and saving everyone because of it. You’d seen Armando once when you were undercover in passing, never spoke to him, never got the chance to before they pulled you out.

You were closest to Kelly, and by extension Dorn. You knew they were going to be together before they did. You were trained as any ammo officer needed to be and although you rarely used it you always trained with Kelly whenever she needed someone to spar with.

You went to the hospital to check on everyone, bring in flowers, and get well soon balloons. You even got Armando a small stuffed bear to keep him company.

When you entered his hospital room, he was handcuffed to the bed, asleep.

“Hey Armando, it’s me again Y/N just checking in on you.”

You whispered, you took a seat in the chair that was left near his bed.

“I got you this little stuffed bear, I’ve named him Mr. Grumpy, kind of fitting I think, you’ll see when you wake up”

You just sat there talking to him about your day, eventually you pulled out a small book and began reading to him softly. Once visiting hours ended you made sure Armando had his blanket tucked in and rearranged the gifts you brought in.

“Goodbye Arman I’ll see you again tomorrow”

You never got to see Armando after that day. You were called onto a mission with Rafe, it went south and you were the one in the hospital. You were there for a few weeks possibly months, you jumped in front of Rafe and got sliced right in the back, and an explosion from who knows where knocked you both unconscious.

Everyone from AMMO visited you, and Mike was the last to leave you.

“In case you were wondering, he’s in prison now.”

You just smiled before closing your eyes and dosing off to sleep.

By the time you made a full recovery you had a gnarly scar down the side of your back, and were cleared to go back to AMMO. Which also happened to be the exact time that Captain Howard was being framed.

You’ve heard lingering opinions on the situation at hand but you would back up Mike and Marcus no matter what. When you found out that Armando had been attacked you decided that it would be best to use your undercover work to the best of your abilities.

You disguised yourself in a wig, sunglasses and trench coat. Soft heels clicking against the cement. You pulled your glasses down the nose of your bridge.

“I have a conjugal visit with Aretas”

You said to the guards. They looked at each other and back at you.

“Aretas isn’t authorized for that”

“I have clearance”

And suddenly they buzzed you in. To your surprise they didn’t check you, they just placed you in a room with a singular bed against a wall. You sat down at the edge of the bed, legs crossed waiting. You noticed they had a small chair and a clock above it and at just the right angle you can see the red dot shine from it. They had a camera to make sure you were going to do your job. When they brought Armando in, you immediately got up, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Arman I’ve missed you”

You brought yourself as close to his ear as possible and said very faintly

“I’m with Mike, play along, camera in clock that doesn’t tick.”

Just like that his arms were wrapped tightly around your lower back, and he placed his head into your neck. You glanced up over his shoulder to the two security guards, who gave you a hand signal towards the bed, before they closed the door.

As soon as that door shut you slid your hands from around his neck, down to his chest before giving him a small peck on his cheek. You grabbed his hand and walked him to the edge of the bed, you playfully pushed him onto the bed and he sat there looking up at you.

“It’s been too long Mando, I need you now” you say aloud

“Mi reina, you know better than to test me”

He placed his hands on the back of your thighs, and you leaned down to his ear.

“Mike sent me, we’re transferring you to Miami, they think I’m here to kill you, take my coat off”

He slid his hands from the back of your thighs to your stomach and untied the knot to your trench coat, and to your surprise when he slid it off your body he kept eye contact with you. You wore a deep red lace lingerie corset, with a matching garter and socks.

“All of this for me mami”

He says before he shuffles his way up the head of the bed, leaning against the pillow. And you slowly crawled your way on top of him. You straddled his hips as you bent down to his ear once more.

“Trust no one, only Mike and Marcus. We've got 10 minutes, make it look real.”

And that’s what he did. He flipped you two over and arranged the blanket on top of the both of you. From the camera's perspective it just looked like you two were having an aggressively great time. Your hands were up against the wall as the motion from the blanket on top of you two was moving with each “thrust”

If they were watching the security footage, and listening in, all they would hear is your moans, and his groans.

“Just like that Mando!”

“Right there Arman! Right there!”

The banging of the door meant that you had a few minutes left. You sat at the edge of the bed as he picked your coat off the ground and draped it over you. You felt under the pillow and grabbed the shiv that the security guards had placed for you, putting it in your pocket.

You fixed your hair and coat. And the security guards swung the door open.

“ Sorry boys, we got carried away”

You gave Armando a kiss on the lips before giving him one last embrace and whispering in his ear

“I’ll see you in Miami”

You gave him a wink, before one of the security guards went to pat him down. As you were escorted out, you looked at that security guard

“I got caught up in the moment, I’ll be back tomorrow to finish the job”

You grabbed the security guard's hand and placed the shiv in his palm before he wrapped his fingers around it and hid it.

read That boy is Mine next ~ a/n: Let me know if I should do a part 2, or if you want more armando aretas. I feel like I've read all of his x readers on tumblr already pls send me more to read! or if any writers are taking requests for him send them my way - love anisa <3

anisa-vrse

That Boy is Mine

pairing: Armando Aretas x Reader word count: 3.2 K notes: This follows the events of Bad Boys Ride or Die, a few things I changed but generally that's the idea of this. Can be considered the part 2 of this. can be read separately. I apologize for any typos! Enjoy!

“Waaiiittt!” You yelled as you lightly jogged onto the helicopter. You bent over, hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath. Mike was standing in front of Armando’s miniature cell, and Marcus was seated. They all looked over at you, as you made your way to them.

“Y/N to what do we owe the pleasure, coming to see your husband get to Miami safely” Marcus says to you chuckling to himself as he gets up and gives you a slight hug.

“Very funny, but Lockwood said I needed to be here, I cleared it with Rita, she has me making sure no funny business happens” you say as you move to give Mike a slight hug.

“Hi Armando, It’s nice to officially meet you. I'm Y/N I’m sorry I never introduced myself to you properly.”

He didn’t say anything, just looked you up and down and gave you a slight smile and a little wave of his hand. He watched you as you took a seat next to Marcus and clicked your belt together. After what seemed to be 20 minutes Marcus had gotten out of his seat.

“What’s up” Mike said, and when Marcus didn’t respond Mike looked at you. You just shrugged your shoulders and started to follow Marcus towards the cockpit.

“Everything alright?” you asked. Just as you were about to tap on his shoulder, the door flung open, knocking you and Marcus to the side. As you got up you heard gunshots and crouched down, arms over your head as you made your way behind the door.

As the plane started going down Mike and Marcus were busy fighting off the people shooting, and you looked back at Armando walking towards him. The helicopter jolted, knocking you off your feet.

“Argh fuck, Mando are you okay?”

Just as you were about to get up your body jolted again and you were being thrown around the helicopter somehow your body made its way into the cockpit.

Everything happened so fast suddenly Armando's prison transport was released and Mike and Marcus were holding on to the rope trying to prevent him from falling out of the helicopter.

You stayed in the cockpit looking back at them. “Fuck I don’t know how to fly a helicopter”

The pilot was dead so you moved his body to the back, and tried to gain control. Just as you were looking around, pressing buttons and flipping switches, Armando appeared in the seat next to you, Mike and Marcus standing behind you two.

“Grab the stick!” Armando tells you.

Marcus looks at him and says “Where the hell you learn how to fly”

“I’m a drug dealer, man. To the Right!” Armando says.

You do as he says and grab the stick going to the right. You both “land” the helicopter into a swamp. By the time you made it to the surface, you saw the lingering ripples of where they ended up.

You weren’t the best swimmer and by the time you made it to them it was very tense. Armando saw you in his peripherals as you made it out of the water and as you slowly approached them he said

“Lose your phones, you keep up with me, or I leave you in the dirt. You’re in my world now.”

Armando walks away from the two men and moves towards you offering you a hand as helps you up the mounds of dirt.

“Toss your phone,” he says to you. You immediately grabbed your phone out of your pocket and threw it into the water. He looked down at you with a faint smile, impressed with how quickly you listened to him, just as he looked over you he quickly looked back up into your eyes, eyebrows slightly raised.

You squint your eyes at him “What?” you say confused. He says nothing, before he grabs the zipper of your jacket, attaching it to the other side and zipping it up just above your chest. “I can tell you’re cold” he smirked

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before” You say tilting your head, keeping eye contact with him as you squint your eyes.

He chuckles softly and says “and It won’t be the last time either mami”

Meanwhile with Mike and Marcus, the two men looking over at this exchange with you and Armando.

“Did you just see that Mike?” Marcus says, hitting him in the arm.

“Yea I saw that Marcus I’m standing right next to you”

“You see that, you see that look on his face”

“He’s smilin, got that first crush look in his eyes”

“Your boy used to stab people in the neck, shoot them in the face and now look at him zipping up her jacket it like he some kinda gentleman”

“We gotta stop them Mike, before he goes and breaks y/n heart”

“Nah, y/n got him wrapped around her finger, look at her. They both exactly where they want to be”

Armando’s hand brushes against yours, his fingers hooking gently around yours “come on,” he says softly, already moving forward “we gotta go.” Armando looks over his shoulder, at Mike and Marcus, a sharp tilt of his chin, and the two men start jogging their way to you two.

Armando had taken the lead, making sure you were always by his side or right behind him. The speed walking turned into jogging and before you knew it the sun started to go down. Armando was quick to get a fire started while there was some daylight.

With the sun completely set, you, Mike and Marcus sat around the fire as Armando had walked away to collect more logs. Your gaze lingered on him as he walked away.

Marcus was grinning before he even said a word “ I can’t believe it, you can’t even keep your eyes off him, can you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” You say, rolling your eyes, looking back at the fire.

Marcus mockingly gasps and says “Oh really? You look at him like he the only man left on earth."

“Marcus, leave her alone…” Mike mutters to Marcus nudging him with his elbow.

“But uh what is going on between you and my son? Mike asks.

“You two really want to have that conversation right now? When were fugitives on the run?” you looked between the two men in disbelief.

Just before either Mike or Marcus could respond to you, Armando drops a few logs by the fire.

“Conversation about what” he asks.

You, Mike and Marcus all freeze for a second, looking at each other.

“Oh, you know, we was talking about the stars, they look very starry tonight.” Marcus says as everyone looks up at the the stars

“Yea. The stars, very starry” Mike says as he narrows his eyes at Marcus.

Armando looks at the stars briefly “ Right. The stars” and his gaze lowers straight down to you, as he moves to sit beside you. The crickets and the crackling of the fire, dozed you into a short slumber.

You heard the murmurs of the three men talking, and then you heard their bodies move. By the time you were fully conscious Armando said “ Ya’ll are some terrible fucking fugitives” and you finally opened your eyes, squinting up at all three men, Marcus was grinning and Mike was staring at him in disbelief.

Armando looked down at you nudging your foot with his gently, directing your attention to him. “You coming mami, we gotta get moving” he says as he holds out his hand. You placed your hand in his as he tugged lightly, helping you off the ground and back on your feet.

The four of you continued on your way during the night, and as the sun rose you stumbled upon

a small trailer park. All of you knelt down to hide behind the metal sheet fence. Armando’s hand found yours, and without a word he guided you behind him through the trailer park. His steps were careful and deliberate as you two crouched behind a truck. He scanned the area before grabbing a change of clothes for the two of you, as he kept watch, you changed. Now wearing jean shorts, and a haltered flannel.

You two watched as Mike and Marcus were confronted by two other men, Marcus claiming those clothes are his.

You and Armando quietly got into the truck and crouched down as much as possible, on the seat there was a cowboy hat that you placed on your head. He glanced up from the wires smirking at you.

“What you don’t like,” you say as you glance from him back to where Mike and Marcus are.

“That’s cute mami…you care what I think” he says as he continues to work on lighting the ignition. You take the hat off your head and place it onto his, your eyes locked on him as you watch him tap the two wires together.

“You look good as a cowboy” you say tilting your head to the side getting a better look at him. His eyes meet yours and he says.

“Oh yea? I can teach you how to ride”

“You think I don’t know how?”

“Always full of surprises, aren’t you mamita” he gives the wires one last tap, and the engine roared. He looked at you before tapping the seat next to him "But if I remember correctly, I was the one doing all the work last time, no?"and before you could respond he slammed on the gas barreling straight toward Mike and Marcus.

With their perfect timing, they jumped into the back of the truck, and before the two other men could react, Armando was already pulling out of the trailer park.

There wasn’t a lot of space inside the truck, all four of you squeezing together shoulder to shoulder. Armando had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was resting behind you along the seat. mid-drive he had hoisted your legs to rest on top of his thighs.

You didn’t say anything, just looked up at him, and he didn’t say anything either, just kept driving. This small interaction didn’t go unnoticed by Mike and Marcus of course, as Marcus kept nudging Mike as his eyes widened.

“You see that shit Mike” Marcus whispered to him. “ Stop talking Marcus,” Mike said with a strained voice.

The long drive lulled you to sleep and your head naturally fell onto Armando’s shoulder.

You felt the vibration of his voice when he started talking. Asking Mike questions about his mother. Instead of interjecting you decided that sleeping or pretending to be asleep was the best decision during this situation so that’s what you did.

The eventual halt of the truck woke you up as you opened your eyes and saw the steam come from under the hood. You picked your head off of his shoulder and looked around.

“The Pony’s about two miles from here.” Mike said, and off you all went walking to The Pony.

The Pony was lively, the strippers were dancing, money was being thrown, and the music was beating throughout the building. As you all made it through to the back of the club, Tabitha was there with her girls giving them a rundown.

A few of the girls left as Mike and Marcus sat next to her. You leaned against the back of the chair that Armando sat on, watching the exchange between Mike, Marcus and Tabitha.

To your right you noticed a stripper taking interest in Armando, as she waved at him. As you were about to move to the other side, his hand slid around your waist, guiding you down onto his lap. He tilted his head toward the seat, and you settled against him. You felt the warmth of his body and how he draped his arm loosely around your waist.

The exchange between them didn’t go well as Mike and Marcus stood up to leave, Tabitha pulled her gun out pointing it at Mike.

“There’s a $5 million bounty on your head. I need that money. I was just stalling” she said

Just then three men entered the room, guns in their hands “Get the fuck up, the bounty is dead or alive don’t be stupid” one of them said.

As you and Armando stood up, he kept an arm around your waist, putting you in front of him as you both walked through. You four followed behind the men, and made your way to a van.

A car suddenly pulled up, windows down and people started shooting. You all were quick and took cover on the side of the van. Armando opening the door as you all kept low and got into the back.

Mike and Marcus made their way into the front seats of the van as you and Armando laid down in the back leaning against the empty cardboard boxes. As Marcus drove away, The van caught fire from the outside and made its way in, Armando caught fire first, and you were quick to pat the flames off of him, as the heat rose you both quickly realized that the boxes had caught fire as well.

“Mando the door!” You yell, he slams his boots against the back doors of the van, forcing them open, and kicks the flaming boxes out. The van swayed as it took a sharp turn, slamming the doors shut, but the fire continued to consume the van and that’s when Marcus yelled “Everybody out!”

As the van continued to roll, Armando slid the side door open, and everyone jumped out landing on the sidewalk. As the van exploded, you all ran as fast as you could away from the scene.

Finally making it to Dorn’s houseboat. Mike pulled Armando aside telling him to “Just wait out here for a second, let me talk to them first.”

Marcus laughed as he added in “Don’t worry your little girlfriend here can keep you company" and so Mike and Marcus made their way to the front door banging on it like they owned the place.

"I can’t wait to go inside, finally take a shower" you say as you stretch your body. You turn to look over at Armando as he looked out to the water.

"Hey are you okay? Your forehead.” You say as you reach up pushing his hat up slightly grazing over the cut on his head.

“I’m fine,” he says, moving his head away from you. You grabbed his chin, turning his face back towards you.

“Let me see it Arman, it’s bleeding”

“You like calling me everything but my actual name” he says as he chuckles under his breath standing there as you check out the cut.

“I'm sorry, are the nicknames okay with you? Your hand dropped from his forehead grazing his face down to his jaw.

He leans in slightly, hands grazing near your waist and says “call me anything you like mi reina. It sounds better coming from you anyways.”

“Is that so? Then how about stubborn because you won't stop moving your head” you say as your hands made their way behind his neck, his hands now firm around your waist. You both stare into each other's eyes, trying to read the other. You take one hand and graze over the cut on his forehead again.

“I’ll get it cleaned up when we get inside. Let me see what's taking them so long” you said softly almost like you were talking to yourself.

“Always taking care of me mami, thank you” he leans in and gives you a soft kiss on the cheek, he grabs your hand leading you both to the door. He grabs the handle for you and you entered the house boat.

You noticed that Dorn was shirtless and right next to him was Kelly, in a silk robe. Two and two clicked together suddenly you were shouting

"Ha! I knew you two were together!"

"Wait you knew?" Dorn asked, hands on his hips in disbelief.

"Of course I knew, I’ve worked with you both for way too long. To not notice" you say

Just then Armando barges inside. Kelly immediately pulls out her gun pointing it at him. You and Mike quickly place yourselves in front of Armando.

“Hey Kelly, he’s with us, this is my son Armando ” Mike Says

"I know who he is, that's why he can't be here." Kelly states.

“Put the gun down Kelly, I trust him.” You say placing your hand on top of her gun slowly pressing it down.

“Hey, how about- can I have a second with her please” Dorn says before pulling kelly to the other side of the house boat.

You turn towards Armando, pulling him inside the kitchen area, you place a hand on Mikes shoulder “Let me talk to him”

Mike put his hand up in defense and said “alright, you go handle your man”

Mike and Marcus sat on the couch watching as Dorn and Kelly, and you and Armando talk to each other.

“What’s her problem, pulling a gun on me” Armando said pointing at Kelly, his eyes sharp.

“I was going back outside to get you, if you just waited for me” you said, opening the fridge, grabbing a beer and twisting it open.

“Sorry mami, waiting isn’t my style” he says as leans against the counter.

“Not even for me” you teased, holding the beer out to him. He took it, hands lingering on yours for a moment longer than it needed to be.

“For you…I might just make an exception.” he says, his gaze locking on you as you crouched down to grab the first aid kit from under the sink.

“Might? Then I might as well see if Rafe is around, he’s a guarantee" you say arching an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not the jealous type mi amor you’re gonna have to do better than that” he said, somehow his voice got deeper, confident.

“Maybe not jealous Mando, but you are possessive…Now sit down so I can clean up the cut on your head” and he sat down with no hesitation, never breaking eye contact.

One of your hands held the back of his head, while the other cleaned the cut. His gaze drifted from your concentrated face slowly down to your chest, and you raised a finger under his chin, forcing him to look back up at you.

“Don’t move.” you said, and he sat there a smirk plastered on his face as he looked up at you.

Meanwhile with Mike and Marcus…

Mike’s jaw dropped slightly, as he nudged Marcus with his elbow “iI told you Marcus, she got him wrapped around her finger, look at them”

Marcus leaned back against the couch shaking his head with a smirk. “Uh huh I see it, now that’s definitely not just first aid.”

“Well that explains why she was so quick to defend him” Kelly said, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow.

“Since when did they become a thing?” Dorn asked, tilting his head as he watched you two.

“They’ve been doing this the whole time, like it’s completely normal” Marcus said.

a/n: The way this took me about 4 days to write, insane but I got it out to yall. Please enjoy and give me more ideas of what to write for him. Next post will be the next part of Recon is what we're calling. Check back on Wednesday or join the discord for updates, etc. - Love Anisa <3

zabilicious

Hii! I'm so incredibly grateful to have read your Bloodhounds drabbles. I hope my request finds you well 🫶

Could you come up with the Reader being hurt after S1E6's incident. Like they are heavily injured and Woojin and them share the same hospital room too?

I hope that was comprehensive. 😭

hellooo!! thanks so much for your requesttt, the theme is really nice and creative! i hope this aligns with what you requested and i hope you enjoy, my lovelyyy 😋😋🩷🩷

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ────

love is always red ꨄ︎ H. Woo-jin || Bloodhounds Season 1

❦ pairings: Woojin x gn!reader

❦ genre: (comfort) fluff

❦ context: injuries will never get in the way of his affection for you ˚⟡˖ ࣪

❦ warning(s): mentions of blood/injuries/wounds

❦a/n: hihi!! im really excited to share another bloodhounds post requested from a lovely person 💕 our main man in this little story is silly little Woojin 🤭🩷 once again, i had a blast making thisss and i hope you guys will love it tooo! enjoyyy 😋😋 (thanks again for request anon<3)

𑣲Your eyes finally fluttered open, your vision blurry and distorted. The sound of monotone beeping filled your ears. You squinted at the bright, white light of the hospital room where you laid on the bed helplessly. Your body felt numb, like a heavy weight completely crushed your lower body into pieces. What even happened..?

𑣲 Consciousness seemed to hit your brain at that very moment... Woo-jin’s face as the fire consumed the house. The slashes you received from several knives at once. Your body giving out as you laid in your own blood. The feeling of Woo-jin's arms carrying you as he made a desperate, but unsuccessful attempt at escaping. Those horrific memories flooded your brain, making you feel a sudden and intense rush of emotions through your numb body. Tears spilt out from your eyes before you could even process it. The sound of your quiet sobs filled the room, so quiet that it couldn't even be heard over the beeping monitor.. But he heard it.

𑣲 "Y/n.." The tears stopped. You immediately turned your head toward the voice—your eyes widening as you recognized who it was.

Woo-jin.

..But how? The last time you fully saw his face, he looked pale as a ghost, as if all life had been sucked out of him. Now, he was here. Standing in front of you weakly, with a faint smile, holding his IV drip stand. "Y/n.. why are you crying?" Woo-jin asked softly, gently grasping your cold hand. Words couldn't not explain how you felt—how much you wanted to just get up and hug him tightly, how much you wanted him to reassure you that the others were okay, how much you wanted him to hold you..

𑣲 "Woo-jin.." You replied quietly, your tears getting a hold of your words. "Woo-jin, everything hurts.. I can't move my body at all.." You managed to say weakly, it hurt even to speak. Woo-jin's face immediately contorted into a worried expression as he heard your pained words. Despite his own pain, he moved to delicately wrap his arms around you and rest your head on his chest, where your tears soaked his hospital gown. Nothing would stop him. He wanted to shield you from any type of danger from this point forward, he's been kicking himself about this since he became conscious a few hours before you did.

𑣲 His callous, slender thumb gently caressed your cheek. "Shh.. it's okay, you'll be okay. Don't think about it, just relax yourself." He was never good with his words, but now they sounded ever so gentle and tender which instantly made you feel better. He continued caressing his cheek and letting you sob for as long as you needed. The best thing you both had to do now was stick together, since everyone was dispersed. You only had each other.

𑣲 After a few moments, Woo-jin pulled away and cupped your face with his bruised hands. He quietly admired you—even in your injured state, you were still just as gorgeous and beautiful.. but he'd never admit that, obviously. He was scared that you wouldn't take his confession well and be weirded out by it. Despite that, he suddenly realized what he was doing and carefully put quickly pulled away. Hopefully you hadn't noticed..right? Well, little does he know, that his feelings match yours perfectly—but that's another story for another day..

𑣲 A few hours later, you opened your eyes once again and was met by the same bright light. The only difference was that your body felt a little looser and better but still very weak. You were able to move your neck at least, and you looked around the room for Woo-jin. He wasn't there. Weird. You looked at the small gap in between the curtains of the window and saw that the sun was just starting to set, meaning that you probably fell asleep in his arms. Like you always did in the past. There was something about his natural scent that drove you insane, you always so drawn to it since the day you both met.

Oh, how great it would be to just grab him, and—

Your thoughts got disturbed as Woo-jin suddenly appeared in front of you, with a tray of warm food in his hands. "Hey, sleepyhead. Had a good nap? You slept like a baby." He chuckled softly as he gently placed the tray on your lap. You scoffed lightly and nodded in response, "Yeah.. I feel a bit better. I can't seem to move my hands freely, though." You said. Woo-jin nodded as well, picking up a spoon with his unharmed hand. "Mhm, I figured. That's why I'm going to feed you." Your eyes widened. Feed you? You weren't a baby.. You opened your mouth to protest, just to be met with the warm feeling of miso soup on your tongue. The taste sent shivers down your spine, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

𑣲 "Good, right?" Woo-jin grinned, "They gave me some of this earlier, made me feel like I could run 10 laps around this hospital." You couldn't help but chuckle at his words, he really was funny in any situation. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the tray and picked up a piece of salmon from the plate, holding it up to your mouth afterwards. "Salmon, it's good for your blood. Especially since you've lost so much." He sighed, "Anyway, say 'aaaa'!" You smiled, "Aaa.." He then fed you the piece of salmon, which was very tasty since he could see the adorable look on your face that really said it.

𑣲 Eventually, you finished your food and felt way better than you did when you first opened your eyes. You let out a soft yawn, ready to take your 50th nap of the day. Woo-jin smiled, he stayed by your side for the whole day despite several nurses telling him to return back to his bed—which was right next to yours. However, he felt that he shouldn't let you go without a little dessert..

𑣲 Just as you were about to doze off, he grabbed your chin and gently shook you awake. "Hey.. I need to give you something." He whispered. You straightened up, opening your eyes. "H-huh..? What do you need to—" Your words got cut short by his lips crashing onto yours. The kiss was slow, but passionate—despite your half slumbering state, you kissed him back and savored the moment you always wanted to experience.

𑣲 ..Well, the moment didn't last long, since a nurse had entered the room. She cleared her throat at the both of you, causing Woo-jin to break the kiss and look at the nurse playfully, "Oh, sorry.. I'll get back to my bed." He laughed softly and the nurse just left. Woo-jin turned back to you and saw that you were completely knocked out—snoring and all. He sighed fondly and made his way to his own bed..

-end! :)

gayandfairycore

The prince, the magician and the physician

Summary when the witchfinder accuses you of having magic you must convince Arthur that your feelings for the boy have never been disingenuous. And Merlin must race against the clock to save you but can you be saved? Can your relationship with Arthur? Can love truly conquer Arthur’s prejudice?

Italics mean flashbacks

Word count: about 8k

Warning: torture, mention of execution, feeling betrayed, readers anxious, reader accepts death, canon divergence (but same overarching plot), Arthur may be a bit ooc sorry!

A/n: who’s back with the bbc Merlin fics? Me!!!!!!! Two fics in *almost* the same month-WHO is she? But seriously I’ve been writing more and I’m so glad I have I really enjoy writing these fics for you guys and to everyone who has supported me thank you so much!! We hit 900 followers a few weeks ago and it was such a milestone thank you all for enjoying my fics enough to follow!

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The witch finders arrival had you and Merlin in shambles he had already been pointing fingers and he had been in Camelot for nearly a day and already had been accusing people of having magic.

What was worse, he had witnesses. Three girls from the lower town who had been seeing traces of magic a man coughing up a frog from his throat, to a goblin dancing in the flames of a dying fire. To faces of the drowned in the well. with every confession you sent an angry glare to Merlin beside you, since he was the reason this witch finder had been called in the first place.

Fear bubbled in your throat when the witchfinder said he already had suspects. and who the witchfinder had accused happened to be yourself, Merlin, and the lady morgana.

It was day three when he found “proof” you were a witch. (Of course you were but the proof was bogus. It wasn’t yours.)

It wasn’t Merlin’s either, it was an amulet poorly hidden in a pot. Neither yourself nor Merlin were skilled with charming jewellery, and you couldnt wear bracelets whilst being the court physicians apprentice, besides when would you even have the time to charm jewellery? Between saving Arthur, being gauis’s apprentice, and watching over Merlin you never had a second to breathe.

But despite having never seen the amulet in your life you knew the witchfinder would see no sense. Men like that never would, and what was worse the witchfinder happened to be an old friend of gauis, with a reputation based on brutality and hatred. He despised magic with a passion if he suspected you, you were already as good as dead.

But you couldn’t let Merlin die by the hands of the witchfinder, Merlin had far too much life ahead of him.

He had to protect Arthur. He had to unite Albion. he had to live long enough to see Arthur’s rule And believe me There was nothing you wanted more than to see Arthur unite Albion and bring magic to the land But you weren’t the one destined to unite Albion, you were however destined to protect those you loved and some part of you was okay with dying for the cause of keeping your family safe.

and if you were asked if you regretted taking the fall for Merlin or gauis, of course you’d say no. He was your best friend and gauis was like a grandfather to you. You’d let them sentence you to death a thousand times over if it meant Merlin was safe. If gauis was safe.

“Search through that cupboard and under the bed!” The witch finders commanding voice called out to the guards as they tore apart gauis’s chambers you were aware by now that the moment he walked in he’d already deemed you guilty.

By the way His eyes narrowed like a predator to prey, the atmosphere was tense like he’d been preparing to go for the kill for awhile now. and disgust permeated from his figure in waves this man watched you like you were the dirt on his shoe, some small disgusting insect that deserved to die if he even thought you had magic.

rubiedmoon

Healer of the Hidden

The first time I saw Merlin, he was carrying more things than any one person had the right to. A pile of folded tunics, a basket of leeches, three scrolls, and a loaf of bread were stacked in his arms like some precarious tower. He nudged Gaius’s door open with his hip, misjudged the angle, and the entire collection slid sideways.

I dropped the bundle of herbs I’d been sorting and lunged forward, catching the basket before it bounced off the floor. A few leeches wriggled over the edge and made a bid for freedom.

Merlin made a strangled noise. “No, no, no—Gaius will have my head—”

I pinched one between two fingers and dropped it back into the basket. “Honestly, is this a healer’s chambers or a menagerie?”

loganwritesprobably

Distract Me, Please (G.)

Synopsis: Gwaine needs a distraction, and you know just what to do Tags/Warnings: Gwaine/GN!Reader, unspecified reader genitals, smut, penetrative sex, teasing, making out, riding, mating press, rough sex, creampie Word Count: 2024

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liliesonthego

Gunwoo / Incentives ── 18+ (MDNI)

Summary ⟅ You give Gunwoo a little incentive to win his upcoming match with the promise of an enticing reward.

Requested: @lilylily123

Kim Gunwoo x reader / ⟣ SMUT / 1.9k ⟢

WARNINGS: Sub!Gunwoo, dry humping, grinding, pillow princess!gunwoo, a bit of praise, dirty talk

Lily's note — 🪷 Genuinely Gunwoo is the blueprint for hot strong but subby men and I will go crazy if I can never have that okay bye

cbinotes

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paul lahote x clingy!reader

when paul first realizes just how clingy you are, he thinks it's temporary.

maybe you're having a rough week.

maybe you're tired.

maybe you're just in an unusually affectionate mood.

except it never stops.

you reach for his hand without thinking. lean against his shoulder whenever he's nearby. curl up beside him on couches, on logs during pack gatherings, in the passenger seat of his truck. if paul is within arm's reach, somehow you always end up touching him in some way.

at first, he acts annoyed about it.

not actually annoyed, but paul is paul.

he'll grumble when you drape yourself across him while he's trying to watch something. he'll complain when you're practically attached to his side while he's talking to someone else.

all while making absolutely no effort whatsoever to move away.

because the truth is, paul gets used to it embarrassingly fast.

faster than he wants to admit.

eventually it becomes so normal that the absence of it feels strange.

if you're sitting across the room instead of next to him, paul notices.

if you don't immediately reach for his hand while walking somewhere, paul notices.

if you're having a bad day and become quieter, less affectionate, less likely to seek him out, paul notices that too.

and suddenly he's the one looking for you.

he'll drop onto the couch beside you instead of taking the empty chair. he'll pull your legs into his lap without a word. he'll casually hook an arm around your waist when you're standing nearby as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

raeilyx

I SEE YOU

-Alan one shot

pairing - Alan x girl!reader

word count - 1.5k+

genre - cyber-noir. slight dark romance

warnings: stalking. kind of obsessive. Second-Person Limited POV

The first time Alan saw you, it was an accident. Or at least, that was the lie he repeated to himself whenever the memory resurfaced. He had been deployed to monitor a high-risk transaction near an old internet café, in between a neon-lit convenience store and a narrow, grime-slicked alleyway. It was nothing glamorous, just another normal, data-driven errand for the IKFC. Another day spent rotting behind encrypted networks, drowning in blue light and code.

Then you collided with him.

Books scattered across the wet pavement, the loud thud echoing in the quiet air. A leather-bound notebook slid across the concrete, coming to a dead stop beneath his shoe.

"Oh—I'm so sorry!"

Your voice was soft. Too soft for a neighborhood that basically ran on illegal businesses. You immediately dropped to your knees, gathering your things with frantic, hurried movements. Strands of hair fell loose, covering your face as you tried desperately to collect the mess before causing any more trouble.

Alan just stared. Not because you were beautiful—though, you were. But mostly because you looked entirely different to the world he lived in. There was no blood on your collar. No smell of cordite or desperation clinging to your skin. You didn’t look like you belonged to the underground fights, the heavy hush of syndicates, or the web of systemic lies he spun for a living. You were just a girl carrying books.

When you finally stood, clutching the heavy stack tightly against your chest like a shield, you bowed your head slightly.

"Sorry again," you murmured. Then you turned and left.

Somehow, Alan found himself rooted to the spot, watching your shadows shrink and disappear down the length of the gray alley.

A week later, he knew where you bought your coffee. Two weeks later, he knew which bookstore you visited every Thursday. Three weeks later, he knew the exact layout of the apartment building you lived in.

It wasn't difficult. Digital tracking wasn't just a skillset for Alan; it was practically second nature. It took a few security cameras, a handful of hacked traffic feeds, and a light skim through poorly secured public databases. Nothing complicated. No masterclass required.

The terrifying part wasn't how effortless it was. The terrifying part was how often he found himself doing it.

Every single day became another excuse to slip into your life. Just one more look, he’d tell himself. Just one more byte of data. Just one more confirmation that you are exactly what you appear to be.

Kind. Quiet. Normal. Everything Alan wasn't.

Sometimes, when the compulsion grew too heavy to fight, he would park his sedan across the street from your building. With his laptop balanced precariously on his knees, he would sit in the stifling dark, watching the amber lights flicker on and off behind your sheer curtains. He never approached you. He never spoke to you again. He just watched, observed, and compiled. Like you were another target. Another file to be closed. Another asset to neutralize.

Yet, for some reason, the air in his lungs always felt different when your name was on his screen.

But then the rhythm of his obsession began to crack.

Whenever Alan followed you through crowded subway stations or open places, you would glance over your shoulder. Not once. Not twice. Every single time. Sometimes you would stop abruptly in front of a storefront window, your eyes tracking the reflection of the crowd. Sometimes you would turn your head directly toward the shadow where he was.

Every single time, Alan’s rational mind convinced him it was mere coincidence. Human paranoia. A fluke.

Until he noticed the most unsettling detail of all. You never looked scared. You only looked... aware. As if you didn't just feel a pair of eyes on your back—you were measuring the distance between them.

One rainy evening, the discipline Alan prided himself on finally snapped under the weight of temptation.

He sat deep in the driver's seat of his car beneath a flickering, broken streetlamp. The windshield was a smeared canvas of rain and distorted neon. Across the asphalt, your apartment building loomed, casting long, fractured shadows.

His laptop screen flared to life, a stark, pale glow against the interior darkness. A few calculated keystrokes. A few custom scripts. A few backdoors bypassed. Within seconds, your home Wi-Fi network materialized on his scanner.

Alan’s lips curved into a cold, arrogant smirk. "Let's see who you really are."

His fingers danced across the mechanical keyboard, a fluid, lethal rhythm. Within three minutes, he had breached the router’s first firewall layer. Then the second. Then—

ACCESS DENIED.

His smirk disappeared.

A second warning aggressively hijacked the terminal window.

UNAUTHORIZED CONNECTION DETECTED.

Alan's jaw tightened. His fingers blurred across the keyboard, moving faster, harder. He punched in a zero-day exploit, trying another route. Another script. Another bypass.

Nothing worked.

Instead, the terminal window violently collapsed, and his entire screen suddenly flashed a hostile, blinding red.

UNKNOWN USER TRACING CONNECTION.

"What?" Alan muttered under his breath, his eyes widening.

This was impossible. No one should have noticed. Especially not you.

The trace bar on the bottom of his monitor began to load, bleeding across the screen. It was fast. Ridiculously fast. Whoever was operating on the other side of that civilian network wasn't just defending their home turf; they knew exactly what they were doing, executing a reverse-handshake protocol with terrifying efficiency.

His pulse quickened, a heavy drumming in his ears.

Before he could even attempt to hard-kill the power to his machine, a brand-new command prompt forced its way to the foreground of his monitor. The crimson warnings vanished, replaced by a pitch-black window and a single, solitary line of clean, white text.

Stop snooping.

Absolute, suffocating silence filled the car.

Alan stared at the two words, his chest completely frozen. His eyes widened as the realization crashed down on him.

Upstairs, you sat cross-legged on your bed, your face illuminated by the soft, pale glow of your laptop screen.

You had known someone was there for weeks. You had felt the heavy weight of a gaze in the crowds, noticed the faint, repetitive flicker of a gray sedan parked just a little too perfectly in the shadows of the broken streetlamp. You weren’t helpless. You weren’t some fragile girl oblivious to the wolves. You had just been waiting for him to make his move.

Suddenly, a localized alert pinged on your hidden monitor.

ALERT: INBOUND PACKET INJECTION DETECTED.

Your lips curved slightly. Finally.

You watched your custom firewalls take the hit. Whoever this was, he was clean. He bypassed the first layer like it was tissue paper, sliding through the second with a terrifying, military-grade efficiency that would have panicked anyone else. But you had built this honey-pot network specifically to catch someone exactly like him.

Your fingers met the keyboard, moving with absolute, unhurried precision. You didn't scramble; you orchestrated.

With a single command, you locked down the core directory.

ACCESS DENIED.

You watched his IP scramble, executing an advanced zero-day exploit to force another entry. He was fast. Lethal, even. But you were already ten steps ahead, trapping his connection in a digital mirror maze. You executed a reverse-handshake protocol, forcing his terminal to feed its data straight back to you.

INITIATING REVERSE TRACE.

Lines of green and crimson code flooded your screen, mapping his exact location, his machine specs, his signature. You watched his digital panic manifest in the erratic stutter of his keystrokes as he realized his ghost story was tracing him back.

You opened his terminal remotely. You didn't steal his files. You didn't fry his hard drive. You just let out a slow, quiet sigh, typed a short sentence, and hit enter.

"There you are."

You didn't write another line of code. You didn't need to. The point had been made.

Slowly, you stood from your bed, leaving your laptop open on the mattress. The room remained dark, save for the rhythmic, heavy patter of the rain lashing against the glass panes. You walked toward your bedroom window and looked outside.

Directly at his car.

Not vaguely toward the street. Not accidentally scanning the block. Directly.

Your gaze locked entirely onto the dark, tinted windshield of his sedan. You stood unmoving. Certain. Knowing.

Inside the car, Alan felt his stomach violently tighten into a knot of ice. There was absolutely no logical way you could see him. The parking spot had been meticulously chosen—angled perfectly to blend into the parking lot, close enough to observe.

Yet you were staring straight through the glass, straight into his chest. As if you’d known the make and model of his vehicle from day one. As if you’d been waiting for him to finally knock on your digital door.

Slowly, almost mechanically, Alan lowered his laptop. The distant amber glow from your bedroom window reflected perfectly in his dilated pupils.

And for the first time since you had collided on that rainy pavement... He wasn't the one in control.

High above, you tilted her head slightly. It was a silent, mocking challenge. No fear. No panic. No confusion. Just a piercing, calculated look that stripped him bare across the distance.

I know you're there.

Alan couldn't breathe. He couldn't look away. Because in that suffocating, rain-drenched moment, a dangerous realization settled into his bones.

The girl he’d been quietly studying for weeks... Had been studying him too.

AN - I'm nervous guys, this is like my FIRST fanfic everrrr. I just finished bloodhounds and I have been thinking of writing fics and this idea just came to mind soooo, I hope you guys like it! Comments are so so so appreciated, I wanna know your thoughts too!

aretiredstan

hi hi!! new anon :) can i request a black cat! reader x either woojin or gun woo? smth where reader is quiet & introverted!

just figured out how these requests work 😭 sorry for the late reply anon!

i wrote this one a little differently than usual so you can imagine either gun-woo or woo-jin as the love interest while reading. i purposely kept it as “he” throughout the story because honestly… i could see both of them reacting this way in their own ways, so feel free to insert whichever bloodhound has your heart 🩵

enjoy!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Bloodhounds Male Character (Gun-Woo or Woo-jin) x Reader (f)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~3.5k

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, emotional intimacy, black cat reader, bloodhounds, comfort fic, slight slow burn vibes.

vikwritesshit

Oh how quickly I fell in love with your writing...

If you're up for a request, I think this idea might interest you: Simeon.

Ok so, we all know he's an angel, a sweetheart. But falling for a human may have it's fair share of challenges, I mean it's only natural that some of the human instincts rub off on him (idk why but I like to headcanon the he, just like the brothers, can sense/smell when MC is horny.

Basically before I ramble on too long, Simeon corruption + longing + guilt (and if you're feeling nice, what it would be like once he finally gets a "taste" of MC)

Totally cool if you don't wanna do it<3

Also cake by the ocean was so fun omg

a/n: i feel like i have a dog-shit grasp on Simeon's character sorry if this sucks💔

cw: smut, implied fem! reader, oral sex (f!receiving), veryy minor teasing on reader's part, religious themes i guess?

The glow of the lamps in the Purgatory Hall common room cast long shadows across the room as you hunched over your textbook. You had been studying late again, or at least pretending to. The real reason you lingered here night after night was him - Simeon, the angel who had taken up residence among demons, his presence a constant temptation wrapped in celestial grace.

He sat next to you on the couch, quill scratching elegantly over parchment as he worked on his latest manuscript. His eyes flicked to yours every so often, head turning almost imperceptibly. Every time he did, your pulse quickened.

Simeon could sense it. He always could.

imaginingsofotherworlds

Gwaine x Reader: Worthy

Synopsis: Gwaine has no shortage of callers. How could you compete?

Today was the day. You were finally going to do it. You were going to tell him. You and Gwaine were already close, but you had been hiding your feelings for so long. It was getting exhausting, and you honestly couldn't take the secrets anymore. You were going to do it, but you still needed a confidence boost.

Which is where your best friend came in. When you arrived at her cottage, she was admiring herself in front of her mirror. You noted she was wearing one of her nicer gowns, and a flower crown was perched on top of her head.

"Wow!" You exclaimed. "What's the occasion?" You asked. She spun around.

"Y/N! You think it looks nice?"

"Of course it does, why are you all dressed up?" You asked again.

"I'm going to make my move today." She proclaimed. "I'm going to tell my crush I like him!" She suddenly looked nervous. "I hope he accepts it."

"Dressed like that? Of course he will!" You assured her. "Who is it? I don't think you've told me about any boys you fancy."

"He's a knight," She said, fiddling with her skirts. You were a handmaid for Queen Guinevere, so you probably knew him. You told your friend as such. "Maybe you do! He's a member of the Round Table. His name is Gwaine.”

Fuck.

"Oh!" You said cheerily, plastering a fake smile on your face. "No, I don't think I recognize that name," You lied. The bell tower chimed.

"Is that the time?! I better get going. Wish me luck!" She breezed by you and out the door.

"Good luck." You whispered to the empty room. You quietly left your friend's house, blowing out the candle and locking the door, knowing she had a habit of being forgetful. As you slowly made your way back to the castle you continued to think about what you had been planning. You scoffed to yourself. You may be a little biased, but your friend was gorgeous. And you were... you. If you had told your friend about what you wanted to do, you know she would've been gracious and stepped aside. Which wasn't fair to her. And after all, she had a better chance than you did. Why would you bother sharing your feelings when you were almost certain the response would be negative?

"Hey Y/N!" You turned around to see Gwaine jogging to catch up to you. Speak of the devil.

"Hey Gwaine," You smiled. "Have you seen F/N yet? She's looking for you."

"That's actually why I'm here." You raised an eyebrow. "I know she's going to ask me to court her, and I was wondering if you could let her down for me?"

"Oh yeah?" You said, trying to keep your tone light and teasing. "Need a break from making constant rejections?"

"Yeah," Gwaine said, missing the sarcasm in your tone. "Yesterday I had to turn someone down and it didn't go well. I just need a break." You schooled your expression into remaining neutral.

"Okay, I'll let her know."

"You're a peach!" He kissed your cheek, causing you to freeze. He ran off, waving to you over his shoulder. While the kiss made you feel all warm and fuzzy, his words quickly pulled you back down to earth. If Gwaine was constantly rejecting people desperate to court him, how could you ever think you would be successful? You noticed your friend in the courtyard, looking around for her would-be beau. As her face fell as you delivered the news, it strengthened your resolve.

You were never going to tell Gwaine your feelings.

...

A few weeks had passed and the pain in your heart had dulled to nothing more than an ache.

A constant ache.

That was always there.

You had told your friend what Gwaine had relayed to you. She had been disappointed, but had bounced back relatively quickly.

Unlike you.

You sighed to yourself as you finished setting the head table for the banquet. As you turned, you bumped into a serving boy. You both let out a grunt. He managed to steady the pile of plates, but you landed on your backside.

"Sorry about that!" He apologized, setting the plates on the table and offering you his hand.

"It's okay, I should've been watching where I was going." You looked at the massive pile of plates. "I can help you if you'd like."

"Sure, that would be great." He split the pile of plates ad handed you half. "You start on that side of the table and I'll do this side." He thought for a moment. "My name is Jonathan, by the way."

"Y/N. Nice to meet you," You smiled. You made light conversation as you both worked your ways down the table. He was funnier than you expected, and you found your sides hurting by the time you made it to the other end of the table.

"I can't believe I haven't met you before. Where do you work?"

"I'm a lady in waiting for the Queen." You explained.

"That would make sense. I work in the kitchens." You nodded. A brief moment of silence passed.

"Well, I should probably see if Her Majesty needs me for anything. It was nice to meet you." You turned to leave.

"Wait!" You turned back to Jonathan. "...Are you free tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yeah," You said. He rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.

"Well, chef wants me to go into the woods and gather some berries. And I was wondering if you wanted to come?"

Maybe this was just what you needed to get over Gwaine. Any time you weren't working was spent at home by yourself. And Jonathan seemed like a nice guy. You weren't going to stay young forever either. You made up your mind.

"I'd love to," You smiled.

"Love to what?" A new voice asked. You turned to see Gwaine striding towards the two of you with a peculiar look on his face.

"Oh, hi Gwaine." You greeted him, trying to stay neutral. "I was just telling Jonathan here I would love to go and gather berries with him tomorrow." Gwaine looked between the two of you and nodded.

"Sounds fun." You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding. "When are we leaving."

"What?"

"Berry picking. What time are we leaving?"

"We?" Jonathan asked.

"Of course, the Queen's lady in waiting needs an escort. One with," He looked Jonathan up and down. "Combat experience."

"What are you talking about, Gwaine?" You asked. "I go into town alone all the time."

"This is different," He insisted.

"How in the hell—"

"Y/N it's fine." Jonathan interrupted you. "We can still have fun, and we'll be able to collect more fruit with three of us."

"If you're okay with it, then fine." You told him.

"We'll leave at nine tomorrow morning," Jonathan told the both of you. "I need to get back to the kitchen. I'll see you later." He grinned, and you found yourself smiling in return. You turned to speak to Gwaine, who was glaring in the direction Jonathan had gone.

"Since when do I need an escort?" You questioned, putting your hands on your hips.

"New policy." He said simply.

"Since when?"

"Since you decided to go off into the woods with some guy you just met."

"I'm a big girl Gwaine. I can look after myself. And he's not like that," You added. "You know as well as I do the screening processes for servants. God knows how many close calls we've had before we had them."

"...Well still." Gwaine persisted. "I'd rather come along. Just to be sure."

"Fine." You said. "Just this once."

"Hopefully this only happens once." Gwaine grumbled as you turned to walk away.

"What was that?" You said.

"Nothing!"

...

"This is nice," Jonathan said as you walked along the forest. "You, me, and your escort."

"I know, I'm sorry about this. I tried to talk him out of it but he insisted." You said.

"It's fine Y/N, I can understand wanting to look out for your friends. Hopefully this puts his mind at rest." He assured you as you stopped by a bush to gather some berries.

"Hey Y/N!" Gwaine shouted. You and Jonathan shared a look, before you straightened up and turned around.

Gwaine was up in the branches of an apple tree, straining to reach a few fruits. "What the hell are you doing?" You shrieked. "Get down before you hurt yourself!"

"I'm a knight, Y/N! I can take care of myself!" The grin was quickly wiped off this face as the branch below him began to creak. "Oh shi—" The branch broke and he plummeted to the ground. You and Jonathan raced to where Gwaine lay crumpled on the ground. He sat up, brushing twigs and leaves off of him.

"Are you alright?" You asked. He smiled, and held out his hand.

Sitting in the palm of his hand was a shiny red apple. "For you, my lady," He said in a posh accent.

"...Are you serious right now?" You asked, dumbfounded. "You almost broke your neck for an apple?"

"...Yes?"

"...I'm only taking this so your near death experience wasn't for nothing." You grumbled, swiping the apple and pocketing it. Jonathan offered a hand to help Gwaine up, which he ignored. The three of you walked back to your baskets and picked the back up. The clock tower chimed in the distance.

"That's our cue." Jonathan said. Gwaine snatched your basket out of your hand, ignoring your demands to return it and insisting he would carry it for you. You and Jonathan shared a glance, but said nothing as you made your way back to the castle. After dropping the berries off in the kitchen with Jonathan, you began making your way up to Queen Guinevere's room to help her get ready for the banquet. As you climbed the winding stairs, you heard footsteps rushing up behind you. You turned to see Gwaine jogging towards you.

"Today was fun, wasn't it?" He remarked as he fell into step beside you.

"Yeah," You answered, not trusting yourself to say more than what was strictly necessary.

"Will you be coming to the banquet tonight?"

"No," Gwaine stopped and grasped your arm lightly.

"Hey." He began. "Did I do something?" He asked you.

"Of course not, I just won't have time to attend tonight." A total lie, Gwen had encouraged you to attend, but you didn't want to spend the night watching Gwaine work the room.

"Why not?" He asked.

"I'm sorry?" You asked.

"What do you need to get done? I can help you." He offered.

"Oh no, that's not necessary." You waved him off. "You have a much harder job than mine, you should take this time to relax." Realizing he wasn't going to budge, you sighed. "I'll try and get things done quickly so I can at least make it for part of it." You conceded. Gwaine visibly brightened.

"Deal. He squeezed your arm before releasing you and heading back in the direction you both came from.

Well shit. Now you had to find things to do so you weren't a total liar. You thought for a moment, but then you remembered.

Jonathan probably needed help cleaning the berries you gathered. You changed course and headed to the kitchen.

You ducked under the arm of one of the chefs a he carried a large tray of buns and found Jonathan at a table near the back of the room. He was surrounded by bowls of fruit, and was painstakingly washing them. "Need some help?" He looked up and smiled.

"Y/N!" He scooted over on the bench. "Sure, that'd be great." You sat down next to him and began washing the fruits.

"So has Gwaine asked you out yet?" Jonathan suddenly asked. You nearly dropped the fruit.

"What?!" You all but shrieked.

"Well, after today's display, I thought he was, I dunno, staking a claim?" Jonathan continued.

"Gwaine? And me?" You said. "Absolutely not." You laughed it off, ignoring the pang of sadness.

"Really?"

"Really." You confirmed.

"Well, then would it be to forward of me if I asked you out?" Jonathan asked hopefully. "I was thinking when I'm done my chores we could go to the banquet."

In all honesty, you weren't sure if you were emotionally ready, but perhaps you needed to force yourself to take that next step. After all, you couldn't spend your entire life pining after someone who didn't feel the same. You deserved someone who truly wanted you.

"I'd love to," You said with a soft smile, wondering if you made the right choice.

...

You were standing in front of your mirror a couple hours later, adjusting the floral crown perched on top of your head. Just as you decided you were satisfied with your appearance, you heard a knock. You opened the door, expecting to see Jonathan on the other side.

"Oh. Hi, Gwaine." You said awkwardly. "Wow," Gwaine answered with a grin. "You look amazing. I was coming to ask if you'd be able to make it tonight." He offered his arm. "Shall we?"

"Um, yeah, Jonathan and I decided to go after we finished our chores." You explained, trying to be subtle. With the mention of Jonathan, Gwaine's face visibly darkened.

"Listen, Y/N. I know he's your friend, but I am too. I don't think he's good for you." You stared at him incredulously.

"I beg your pardon?”

"He won't be the person you deserve!"

"How do you know what I deserve, Gwaine?" You said, wanting to be over with the conversation. When he didn't answer right away, you shouldered past him. A hand on your wrist stopped you.

"Because I want to be the one you turn to!" He suddenly shouted. "I want to be the one you track down when you get good news, and the one you run to when you just need a break. I want to be the person you can trust, and I want to be the one to protect you. I want you to be on my arm at every ball, and I want to be babied by you when I do something stupid. Don't you see? He's not the man for you, because I want it to be me!" He was out of breath after his outburst.

The only response you could come up with was, "Why?"

"What?"

"Why me?" You repeated. Gwaine just stared at you. "Come on Gwaine, it's no secret that you're popular. And your callers are stunning. How can I compete with that?" You looked down at your slippers. A hand cupped your cheek and tilted your face up. A pair of lips delicately covered yours. You found yourself melting into it, fingers coming to rest on Gwaine's chest. When you pulled apart, Gwaine's lips ghosted over your cheek and made their way to your ear.

"Because you see me for me. Because all I could think of when you were with him is how much I wanted to be the one you smiled at. Because this is all I've wanted to do since we got back from the forest." He pressed a kiss to your earlobe. "I've felt this way for so long, but when I saw the two of you getting close I couldn't take it anymore. Please, tell me you feel the same." He all but begged.

"Of course I do," Gwaine's face lit up and he tugged you even closer. "I've felt this way for a long time too. I just never thought I was worthy."

"Oh, Y/N." Gwaine chuckled as he kissed the side of your head. "I'm the one who needs to be worthy of you.

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