[ marauders era ] james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, peter pettigrew, regulus black, lily evans,
[ golden era ] harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, seamus finnagin, dean thomas, george weasley, fred weasley, charlie weasley, bill weasley, percy weasley, ginny weasley, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, blaise zambini, mattheo riddle, theodore knott, lorenzo berkshire,
TWILIGHT CHARACTERS :
[ vampires ] edward cullen, alice cullen, carlisle cullen, bella swan, jasper hale, rose hale, emmet cullen
[ wolves ] jacob black, paul lahote, sam uley, quil v ateara, jared cameron, embry call, seth clearwater, leah clearwater,
[ humans ] charlie swan, tyler crowley, mike newton, eric yorkie, jessica stanley, angela webber, lauren mallory,
I need the 141 as a group of slashers. Their shared wife gets harassed at the store and tells them when she gets home?
Might send more asks for slasher 141 if that's okay
You can ALWAYS send me slasher!141 ideas are you joking?!
Warnings: Mentions of sexual harassment (NOT by the 141), typical mentions of weapons and violence. Fem!Reader.
It’s pouring down freezing rain, the cold seemingly nudging past your skin and settling itself into your bones. Your hands shake as you fumble with your keys, letting out a defeated wail when you miss the lock for the fifth fucking time. Throwing your keys in your purse, you settle for knocking, then calling out that it’s just you. You’d rather not have one of your lovers answering the door with a machete to your throat. They always have had a flair for the dramatic.
It’s John who answers the door. Immediately he takes in your shivering figure and his bushy eyebrows furrow with concern. Scanning the vast land of the farm and finding nothing that could be perceived as a threat, he gently takes the purse from your hands. Strong arms hustle you inside and he kicks the door shut, working quickly to get you out of your sopping wet clothes.
“Darlin’, what happened? Why’re you cryin’?” John asks softly, hanging your coat on the rack—he can tell it’s bad by the way you flinch just from the question.
Simon, Johnny, and Kyle trail into the living room to greet you, but when they see your state, it’s like you can feel the tension in the air, ready to snap like a weathered rubber band. Simon comes to scoop you up, uncaring of the drenched clothes you still have on, and carries you up the stairs. He jerks his head to signal that everyone else should follow him.
While Kyle runs you a bath, John finishes undressing you, tossing your clothing into the hamper with a wet plop. You’re still shivering, tears streaming down your chilly cheeks, and it breaks their hearts. John cups your face in his big, warm hands, crystal blue eyes scanning for injuries or any reason you might be so spooked.
“You gonna answer my question, sweetheart? What’s happened?”
His voice is soothing, and you lean into the comfort of his touch. He always has been the best at calming you down, rich gravel filling your ears until you remember how cherished you are in his eyes. In all of their eyes.
“T-there was a man,” you stutter, head whipping around violently with your fist raised when Johnny wraps an arm around your waist to help you into the bath. “No!”
“Hey, hey, jus’ me, hen,” Johnny’s eyes widen as he throws his hands up in surrender, backing away to avoid getting hit.
“I’m sorry,” you weep, covering your face with your trembling hands as Johnny tries again, this time successful in getting you settled into the warm water.
“Wha’ did he do?” Simon’s raspy voice sounds from the corner of the room, eerily calm. “Wha’ did tha’ fucker do?”
“The man… I-I was at the store to get groceries, but there was- he… he grabbed my ass and my tits and f-followed me out to the car. I drove away really fast so he couldn’t come after me, but… I’m sorry, I didn’t get the groceries.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Kyle frowns, gently reaching out to grab a hold of one of your hands. “The fuckin’ groceries are the least of our concerns.”
You nod noncommittally, sniffling and just barely squeezing Kyle’s hand to let him know you appreciate the gesture. John’s jaw is clenched tight, and you can practically hear the rage brewing in his brain. Such a sweet thing traumatized by some stupid fuck who wanted his hands full of their soft, perfect girl. He wants—needs—to make him pay. John turns on his heel and just about rushes through the door, but your gentle voice stops him in his tracks.
“John? Please stay,” you beg so, so prettily, pouty lips still swollen from how hard you’d been crying, and John’s far too weak a man to deny you.
Hesitantly, the captain trails back inside the bathroom, giving the other three a curt nod. They understand instantly, and Simon is cracking his knuckles so loud you’re almost sure the city can hear it.
“Bring the bastard back alive,” John commands, and faster than you can blink, Kyle, Simon, and Johnny are out the door.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, eyes focused on the ripple of the bathwater when you submerge your hands.
John shakes his head, tilting your chin up so that you look him in the eye. He leans forward and nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours, a silent question. When you nod he leans in to kiss you long and slow, pressing his forehead against yours as the two of you stop to catch a breath.
“No need to be sorry, sweet girl. You’ll get a turn on him soon enough.”
quick ghost x crazy!reader, whose a part of a large terrorist organisation, one of the higher ups, and takes simon hostage,, calls him a guard dog.
he has no choice but to stick to the plan, although his mission has deviated, you aren't torturing him or forcing him to talk, you think he'd just some big burely guy that you've taken off the street.
in reality he's trying to take down your enitre organisation, but he doesn't really mind it when you call him a good boy, and he's okay with you rubbing his head like that, scratching just behind his ear.
you're really crazy, pulling him around on a leash and taking him to meetings to have him sit by your feet, maybe have him nuzzle between your legs to keep you busy while you listen to these people talk.
god forbid someone looks at your dog the wrong way, '*sickem, boy!*' being your favourite catch phrase.
and maybe, just maybe, it gives simon the freedom to go crazy himself, to let loose, bite and tear at necks, blow bullets into the brains of some of the most deadly terrorists that he's ever known.
then, the missions over, your teams taken down :-( he secretly misses your words, feeding him through the enclosure when you first rescused him.
"ghost," price squints at him, "i believe you've already met the private?"
OKAY IM CURRENTLY WRITING THIS SO DON'T EVEN WORRY YOUR PRETTY LITTLE HEADS <3
afab!reader x poly?141
bartender!reader who maybe works at the pub, or runs it, or maybe second in command, whose tall and lanky, and kind of clumsy but still the best rollerskater around (maybe the bar makes its employees use skates, maybe not)
and then the first person to meet reader is ghost, whose instantly obsessed, and you're not sure how, but eventually you're finding yourself stuck under him while he plows into you, hands tangled in your hair as he pulls you back just to fuck more of his cum into your poor, spent cunt-
next is probably roach, such a poor boy, and he's so touch starved that you can't help but tug him into your office, settling on your knees infront of him to take him into your mouth until he has tears in the corner of his eyes and his hands are practically ripping threads of your hair out as he begs in overstimulation please, god, fuck, please - i can't - i need to - wanna cum so bad f'you-
soap doesn't even bother trying to be slick about it, walking in when the bar isnt even opened just to tell you that he knows what youve been doing with the lieutenant and his sergeant, how he's going to tell everyone unless you bend him over the bar - just like that - plowing your hips against his as your strap reaches every goey spot that makes his legs shake and his eyes roll into the back of his head-
and gaz! such a sweet boy who offers to help when he sees you lugging kegs around, so you hand him one, and show him the way to the cellar until he's on his knees, you bent over one of the empty kegs and his face pressed between your folds, his tongue coated in you and your sticky sweetness, desperate to swallow everything you can give him.
john price is different, he's the one you have to look out for, coming in with his boys after a mission - you've not seen any of them for a few weeks and you're worried they've up and left you - when all five of them come in, the boys just wanting to show off their pretty little bartender whose so sweet and soft-
it's not long until he has you bouncing in his lap, despite being taller than him, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other holding a cigar. he doesn't care if the bar is crowded and anyone could turn around and see him tear a hole through the crotch of your jeans, if they could see him line himself up at your entrance, maybe shoving two fingers down your throat as he bounces you up and down.
so....... anyone want a injured!johnny x pt!reader x simon??? where he's injured, hurt his leg maybe, and because reader was in the military they're the first reconmended physical therapist??
and both he and simon are already in a relationship but *fuck* you're so pretty and he can't help but flirt with you (INFRONT OF HIS PARTNER?!?!) and you're practically freaking out but all simon is thinking is how soon he can have both of you tucked under his sheets???
You are wild honey, dark and sweet in their mouths. Poison, dripping down lacquered nails, seeping into their pores. The kick of liquor, intoxicating and breath-stealing. Death and shadows tangled in your fingers, hair, and past. Will the 141 cut themselves free of you and finally bury you for once? Or will they fall into your darkness?
ExShadow!Reader x The 141 Enemies to lovers, honey trap reader. AFAB reader (she/her) pronouns, no Y/N
**Spoilers so beware!** Inspired by this post by @shmalk, it wormed it's way into my head and this hatched as a result.
Archive of Our Own Link
MDNI 18+
CW: Swearing, mentions of past abuse, implied SA, torture, canon typical violence, dub-con, corruption kink, dirty talk, praise kink, oral fixation, bondage, cock warming, daddy kink, exhibitionism, explicit sex, unprotected sex
I KNOW I HAVE BEEN GONE IM SORRY BUT QUICK!! THINK ABOUT THIS!!
im think about you doing a russian reload infront of gaz, maybe you were on a previous team and you were lost in russian foreests with nothing but russian guns for three months- who cares, but you completely forget about using normal guns.
gaz tells price, who knows about your circumstances, and is very forgiving, he wants to help uou forget. by bending you iver the desk until all you can remember is your name?
you're a part of a task force - not exactly sure which one, but your team is called in to help.
only - you have no idea which side you're supposed to be helping, so as your team barrels through the area, looking for anyone who might have called reinforcements, you get seperated.
you're good on your feet, you're one of the best with a gun, and you're a quick thinker, so you're on guard but still pretty confident.
that's until you find yourself yourself in a building. its been abandoned, some of the walls crumbling and falling in on itself - you have to jump over a few of the piles.
the room you enter has a metallic tang to it, and the creaking of the door does nothing to calm your nerves. its the breathing that you hear, soft and slow - strained. someone is dying.
the man in the corner of the room has a bullet wound in his shoulder, his eyes are shut and his hand is pressed against the section of his shirt coated with blood.
he's dark skinned, clean shaved with a dark blue sweater, covered by his bullet proof vest. he hasn't seen you, and even if he had, the gun by his arm was only just out of reach. he'd have to fall onto his side to reach it.
your gun is trained on him, waiting for any sudden movements as you check the immediate surrounding area. your radio crackles softly, and you wince, watching the mans eyes flutter open.
"you-" he can barely get a word in before he's gasping for breath and clutching his shoulder in pain. "are you here to kill me?"
you purse your lips, tuck your rifle on your back and respond with "i think so."
you've never felt bad for killing a man before - its your job, you get paid to take people out as though they were rubbish bags. only, this man in front of you, with a half smile on his face and his brows furrowed in pain - you feel guilty.
" can- can i know your name," he stops to cough a few times, "before you kill me?"
you look him over once more, his eyes almost pleading, and then out the window. no one would know he was here, his family- friends, even team, they'd have to declare him KIA.
rolling your shoulders, you push forward, grabbing his gun and tucking it into your belt, before pulling him from out against the wall. you slot yourself under his left arm, the one without a bullet in it.
"i'm not going to tell you my name," you decide, helping him stand up. "because then i can't kill you."
141 is filled with alphas, not a single omega in sight. there are a few betas, but they're either low-ranking or transfers that were never going to last.
like you! (beta!reader) who works at reception and takes calls, scans badges and is the first point of contact for the task force.
none of them know your name, none of them even speak to you - maybe price, when you transfer a call to him, he'll mumble a thank you. or even laswell, when you bring her a coffee.
it's nothing, really, you don't mind.
only, one day, a totally normal friday, you've done the exact same style in your hair you always have, and you're wearing more clothes than you were yesterday.
price wants a coffee, sure- you make it, just the way he likes, and head towards his office. you knock, and wait a few seconds until you hear 'come in.'
the office is silent, it usually is - but this time there's more than just price inside.
they're finishing up just as you enter, soap and gaz sitting in front of the desk whilst ghost leant against the back wall.
"my apologies, captain." your voice isn't exactly quiet - why should it be, you've done nothing wrong, but its still respectful. price just nods as you place the cup down on his desk.
"thanks, that's all." he dismisses everyone in the room, and you wait for the boys to file out before you do, soap and gaz both giving you a cheeky smile.
ghost is the one to hold open the door, standing just adjacent to the doorway with his arm sprawled against it. its a heavy door, and you swallow as you pass him.
"thank you," you all but mumble out as you rush past him - straight into the break room.
you can't help but rant about the situation to your roommate whilst you're packing up your things, your phone tucked between your jaw and shoulder.
"i mean- he held the door open for me and i couldn't even look him in the eye to say thank you!" you stress, throwing your bag into your passenger seat before leaning back against your car. "god, all i wan't right now is a plate of sushi and some boba."
"too bad its pizza night, dweeb."
"thats not fair! i could loose my job, i should be allowed to eat my comfort food when im stressed out."
you stress about it over the whole weekend, and when you return back to work on monday you try to act as casual as possible. of course, you don't see ghost - price doesn't order a coffee, and youre break time comes around quicker than you expected.
you had brought- oh, theres- your favourite sushi, and a boba drink sitting where your food was supposed to be. in somewhat messy hand writing, on a small piece of paper, theres your name.
signed ' s. riley. '
i am a sucker for sweet lil moments like this !!
in my head i think that simon would like a beta, or an alpha, but in this lil snippet (which is CERTAINLY getting turned into a fic) he's big and broad and gets worried when he's with alphas because they can't think straight, he tells them what to do and he does it.
but you? you dont react to his scent or chase him down to get him to court you - so, of fource, he courts you. <3
Part 3 for immortal!reader? Can be last chapter, just wanna see Ghost and Soap reaction. Price just explaining or still laughing his off or Gaz just passing out from too much shock.
"sorry for getting shot guys"
"how- what- huh?" Soap stammering.
Ghost still has his hands around Price's collar, Price was still chuckling, cigar on the floor, never belly-laughing this hard before.
Gaz staring at the reader, face paling before his does the cartoon faint, his legs going in the air while his hat flipped before falling.
Reader just staring like it was the norm (probably because it was for her/him)
no one reacts. its quiet, you can't help but awkwardly swallow and rub your throat slightly.
you can hear price sighing, obviously he knew you weren't going to stay dead, but it was still something you weren't overly fond of experiencing.
you felt some pain- but it was mostly none, after all, it wasn't as though you didn't die, you just didn't stay dead.
gaz swallows before his eyes roll into the back of his head, falling backwards and landing on his back, staring up at the sun. you give him a worried glance, but your muscles are still stiff, so you opt for just slightly calling out to him.
you don't get to, however, as someone's gloved hands grasp your face in their hands. you can hear soap as he slams price against the post once more, but your attention is taken away by ghost.
"what the fuck was that," he all but growls, his voice low and gravely, sending still shocks through your chest. "you didn't think to tell us about yer' little fuckin' stunt, huh?"
you swallow, reaching up to grab his wrist. soap moves from wherever he's standing and you vaguely see a figure attending to gaz. "look at me."
ghost isn't happy, the bile that threatened to rise out of his throat had setteld, but now theres steam practically flowing from his ears, theres a ringing he can't shake and his heart is pounding so hard he wonders if you could hear it.
"lighten up, lieutenant." price speaks as ghost loosens his grip on your head, letting out a puff of air through his nose. "they were given strict orders not to reveal anything until told otherwise, or during an emergency."
"captain, i don't think being upset with me counts as an emergency-"
"when i make a decision, you're supposed to trust that i'm making the right one," price isn't mad, but you're not interested in listening to him after he basically tried to kill you.
"Ye cannae ask us tae trust ye when ye've jist shot someone in the heid, cap'n."
"i'll ask whatever i bloody please, soap." price fixes his vest before turning away, not storming, but definitely walking somewhere with slightly more anger than usual.
"yer aight, pet?" soap gives you a once over, not able to look you in the eyes, before he gets shiver up his spine and has to walk away to cool himself down.
gaz - in the middle of the commotion - had been picked up and taken to the infirmary, leaving you.
and ghost.
h u h ?? im so sorry for the horrible scottish accent soap has I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT VERY WELL.
do we like? do we not like?? what will ghost do?? HMM??
Hi sorry to bother but I read this post through a mutual and was 100% inspired to write an immortal reader!
I just love the idea so much!
I’ve got a vampire reader, werewolf reader, mermaid/siren reader, stalker reader, etc. I just love weird readers and I got a little excited at the thought of an immortal reader. So just wanted to let ya know that you inspired me. Love the writing! It’s so fun!
\ʕ♡ᴥ♡ʔ/ oh my gosh that's actually so sweet!! i love weird readers and adding a bit of fantasy into my favourite fandoms, very pleased to find out youll be writing some yourself !!
Could you write the second half of what happens after price shoots immortal!reader? I love this idea, it makes me think of the Old Guard on netflix :D
you're dead.
that's the only thing any of them think, all of them shocked as they watch price holster his weapon and lean back against the post. he checks his watch, one that was practically glued to the inside of his wrist, and takes a puff of his cigar.
its almost a minute before any of them move - and gaz is first, throwing himself onto the ground beside you, pulling you into his arms and trying to pick you up off the ground.
there's too much blood, and he can't seem to lift you - were you always that heavy?
soap is slow, stuttering his feet until he reaches gaz, glancing down at the scene. your hair is mattered and tangled, covered in dust and now your own blood. your eyes are wide open and holding contact with the sky, no sneaking glances towards him or even a slight wink - you're dead.
simon is the only one who focuses on price - storming his way up to him, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him off the ground. he's confused, scared, for once, he doesn't know anything. did you betray them? did price?
despite knowing the inner turmoil inside his task force's head, price can't help but bark out a laugh, patting on ghost's hands to get the man to drop him.
soap retreats at that, joining ghost as the two of them demand answers - all but promising to take him into the interrogation room and demand he tell the truth.
gaz has to step away to vomit, your blood is warm and it's dripping - but he can feel it moving, he knows its not real and he's imagining it, hoping you'll turn to face him and scream about it being a prank. but you wont - you're dead.
only, you're not dead, and you can't help but groan as your eyes come back into focus, your arms feel like led - but you're able to lift one to cover your eyes from staring up at the sun.
you cough a few times, and push yourself up onto your elbow. you hate getting shot, it was a horrible feeling and you never liked loosing that much blood - but price had done it once (after you'd all but demanded he do it) and now he liked the shock factor.
glancing around, you take note of ghost, holding price by his shirt against a pole, and soap holding a large metal pole, threating to beat him over the head. all of three of them have turned to stare at you as you rise from the dead.
gaz is beside you, frozen in place in the middle of wiping his face free from bile.
"sorry for getting shot in the head, you guys."
a few people asked for a continuation !! sorry if this isn't the best, had a long day at work today and the weather in aus is c r az y !!
I VERY MUCH WANT TO SEE MORE ON IMMORTAL READER IN 141.
I might just make a fic based on it.
Any more thoughts on it that might fuel me?
asjndjkbdfv if you make a fic can you p l e a s e tag me in it or i will cry !!!
maybe it's something reader has always had, maybe they havent, whatever it is - kate laswell knows about it and that's why she's put you in the team.
i wanna know how the boys found out, maybe its more on that hostage situation, you've been a part of the team for a while and then you're stolen - of course it's stealing, no one takes anything that belongs to the 141 !
maybe they find you - and the target, and he's using you as some sort of bargaining chip, "their life or mine, you choose."
and the boys are very much like "uh no we will have both thank you" and the target is like "uhm, no i just gave you a choice."
"we'll get both of you anyway, the building is surrounded." price, probably, thinking more logically than the boys.
the target, who obviously has something up his sleeve, takes out a gun and just shoots the reader, back of the head, maybe the bullet is a clean shot and goes right through and blood streams down your face.
ghost (its always ghost in these moments) tackles him, separating him from his gun and probably breaking a few bones in the process. so, ghost carries the unconscious man and soap carries plausibly dead you to ambulance - or medic car, whatever suits the story better.
and you just - wake up, in the middle of being dead. "soap, if i have to stare at your arse for any longer than four seconds, i will stab it."
and he drops you, and its funny and wholesome because the boys can get attached to reader without worrying if they're never gonna come back from a mission :-D
except for that one weak spot that you have, you know, that one spot on your lower back (where a trampstamp would be) that would render you paralysed and therefore your immortality would no longer work- oh.
ghost has no idea what to make of you. you show up out of nowhere, barely a day after price announces that they have an extra addition on their team for the next mission, and then you show up.
you're nothing like them - you probably haven't seen a man get shot, never felt your bones break and have to set them yourself in a fight. he has this sick fantasy of breaking you, wiping that stupid smile off your face and watching you crumple as he breaks your spine with one hand.
soap loves having you on base, you're good with a gun and you'll joke with him about almost anything - sure, you never come out to the pub with them, but whenever they come back to base you've cooked something and that's better than any pint of beer johnny's ever had.
he's worried, he thinks you wont make it out there - beside them. you're small, and not in the sense that you're short, in the sense that there's barely anything to you, nothing to grab if you trip in the middle of active fire.
gaz is just finally glad to have someone else to talk to, to complain about soap and ghost to, rant about how price pissed him off. you're always willing to talk, which is probably a good thing.
he always turns down his radio whenever you're on a mission together, he doesn't want to hear you die, or hear your voice trail off as you get caught. he has to bite his knuckle whenever you speak out of fear.
price is sick of it, sick of watching the boys play with you like a doll and then sit you delicately back on the shelf, so he takes matters into his own hands and shoots you between the eyes.
you sit up four minutes later.
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i just rlly like the idea of immortal!reader but the guys have no idea and suspect nothing until they get shot in the head and then just,,, get back up !
you’re barely conntected to the 141, maybe by chance - laswell set you and a small crew up with the boys for a mission.
and youre just - take , kidnapped, poof !!
you’re tortured and kept awake for days until the boys rescue you, most likely gaz is the one carrying you out.
you’re just like “dude i need to nap”
and everyone is telling you not to despite you knowing that if you nap for a minute youll be right as rain, and then you fall asleep right as they pull up to base.
then you wake up like five minutes later completely healed ???
soulamte!au except its the pictures, and they show up randomly on the body.
simon was lucky enough that the small symbol - ironically, a bar of soap, appeared on his left wrist when he turned eighteen.
johnny? not so lucky. the small ghost appeared just behind his elbow, he couldn't see it until he had a medical check when he joined the military.
of course they meet- and the symbols turn red instead, signalling that they've met and the fall happily in love.
one of them - or maybe both - get badly hurt and end up in the infirmiry. it doesn't matter much, but they both get a check up. somehow, they both have a mark that they missed.
its a hand, almost small enough to be a strange birthmark, but its there - and its on both of them.
you never got your mark, maybe you did, but you'd never be able to tell considering the metal arm you had connected to you - you were sure that your soulmates mark was on your wrist, and unfortunately, that was gone.
johnny and simon are determined to find you - well, most of you at least.
do we like this idea... i will turn it into a fic rn don't temp me
