Did it take longer than planned to get this posted? Why yes, yes it did. Whoops.
Chapter 2 Summary:
Time talks to Twilight. Then Twilight talks to Wild.
Work Summary:
When Wild let out a wail on the battlefield, the sound that came out of his mouth wasn't controlled in the way the younger heroes hollered while play wrestling with each other, or the groan of someone flopping down on the ground as their aching muscles complained. It was like he had tried to make a loud noise, but had instead found the pained cry accidentally slipping out alongside his next breath.
Revenant: (noun) — someone who has returned, especially someone who returns to life after being dead.
Or: The Chain learn death is not the end for one of their brothers. Spoiler alert, they don't find out in the nicest way.
Fic Info (ao3):
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Linked Universe - jojo56830 (Webcomic)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Wild (Linked Universe) & Everyone, Time & Twilight & Wild (Linked Universe)
Characters: Wild (Linked Universe)
Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Wild (Linked Universe) Has Issues, The Chain (Linked Universe) Need A Hug, and i need for that to be a tag, Mipha's Grace (Legend of Zelda), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Wild (Linked Universe) Gets a Hug
Series: Part 1 of Ouroboros
Janine ditching you on a night out might just work in your favour.
Pairing(s): melissa schemmenti x gn!reader
Word count: ~1.4k
Warning(s): suggestive themes but no actual smut, mild harassment
You didn’t realise you were even tipsy until you stood up from the couch you were sharing with Janine - scratch that, Janine and Gregory. When did he get here? Why were you here? When the decidedly reserved Miss Teagues invited you out with her to the hookah bar with a woman you had already forgotten the name of, you expected to have one drink before your work friend called it quits and wanted to leave. Instead, she’s one encouraging nudge away from shoving her tongue down another colleague’s throat, and you couldn’t interrupt to ask her to drive you home.
Shouldering your way through the thick crowd, you walk into the - surprisingly - empty bathroom, grimacing at the way your shoes stick to the floor as you sway slightly. Pulling out your phone, your finger presses the screen to call Jacob.
“Hello,” he answers after a few rings, dragging the word out and causing you to raise a brow he can’t see.
“Jacob? Janine is… busy and can’t drive me home. I don’t want to waste half my paycheque on an Uber, can you come get me?”
He laughs a little too loud, making you pull the phone away from your ear. “No can do I’m afraid, I’m getting turnt with Barb and Mel.”
Laughter bubbles out of your chest - you can practically feel the eye rolls your other colleagues are giving the oblivious man on the phone. A faint voice floats through the phone, the unmistakable Philly accent making you blush in your inebriated state. “Who’s that? Your shoe guy boyfriend?” Jacob huffs into the phone, and you listen quietly as he explains “the deets” to Barbara and Melissa. A bit of shuffling meets your ear before the woman of the hour speaks directly into the phone.
“Hey, I’ll come get you, I’m not drunk like numb nuts here. I live closer anyways.” You can hear Barb start to say something, but Melissa cuts her off. “If you puke in my car you’ll wish you never went into teaching in the first place.”
“I’m not that drunk,” you groan, “Janine just ditched me and she’s my ride.”
“Whatever hot shot. I’ll be there soon.” She hangs up before you can respond. Deciding one last drink can’t hurt, you exit the bathroom and slide into an empty seat at the bar, trying to get the bartender’s attention.
“Now what’s a sexy thing like you doing all alone,” questions a jarring male voice from behind you. Plastering the most convincing smile you can muster, you turn to see a man undressing you with his eyes and leaning in way too close for comfort.
“I’m just waiting for my ride,” you reply, turning back to sip on the drink the bartender brought to you as the man spoke up again. “I can be your ride baby, in more ways than one,” he smirks, gripping the buckle on the front of his pants. Downing the drink, you grimace before stepping off the chair and away from the guy that just won’t take a hint.
“I’m good, actually.” A well-timed text lights up the screen on your phone, letting you know your redheaded colleague is outside. Shouldering past him and into the crowd, you slowly make your way to the door.
The icy December wind hits your body as you leave the warm, tobacco-scented air from the bar. You can almost feel yourself sobering up in the cold. Spotting Melissa idling at the curb, you start towards the parked car before a hand grips at your upper arm.
“C’mon baby, let me show you a good time.” The man from the bar turns you towards him, the stench of liquor coming off him in waves. “Don’t be a tease.”
“Hey I’m not interested, get your hands off me,” you snap, yanking your arm back with no luck. The man is inches taller than you, and strong if his grip was any indicator. Your heart races when you see that he’s starting to get angry.
A soft, warm arm wraps around your waist, fingers digging into your hip. The contrast between it and the man in front of you makes you shiver. The voice that you heard over the phone earlier is eerily sharp, accent thicker now that the owner is irritated. “Is this guy bothering you, sweetheart?”
Turning your head, the redhead holds your gaze; her eyes are soft but have an edge to them that would have made you blush if there wasn’t a stranger gripping your arm. “No, I’m okay.”
A dark chuckle escapes the older woman’s lips. Moving to face the drunkard in front of the two of you, any kindness that she had shown you dissolves as she starts to speak. “My girlfriend is a lot nicer than me. Get your hands off her or it’ll be the last time you use that hand for a long time, I guarantee that.”
“Whatever bitch,” the man spits out, loosening his hold and moving back towards the bar. That soft hand around your waist moves up to your bicep, massaging it gently as its owner ducks her head to look at your face. “Hey, are you okay honey?” You give her a dazed nod, your brain only focusing on the woman touching your arm.
“Are you sure?” Her other hand moves to your face, palm cupping your reddening cheek. You nod again.
“I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” you return, hand coming up to slap over your mouth after your thoughts slip out. Damn that last drink. The laugh from earlier meets your ears again, Melissa’s eyes darting down to your covered mouth. Her fingers slip around your wrist, moving your hand away from your face and using the grip to pull your body closer to hers.
You knew you were sobering up fast but the touch of the woman in front of you is making your head swim, your stomach flutter. A stuttering breath escapes your lips when Melissa’s hand grabs your hip possessively, no longer putting on a show for anyone. “Really? That was nothing. I can do so much better than that, sweetheart.”
“Yeah?” She nods, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. Eyes glancing at the ruby lipstick, you watch a smirk bloom as she catches you staring. Your cheeks are no doubt the same shade as the swipe of colour you were looking at, and you slowly meet Melissa’s fiery gaze.
“Why don’t you show me then, Schemmenti?”
Instantly, the soft lips that had you hypnotised earlier are now pressed against your own. The hand wrapped around your wrist moves to your bicep, your shoulder, and up the nape of your neck. Sharp acrylics drag across your scalp before gathering a fistful of hair and giving an experimental tug that has you practically whimpering. It gives her the leverage to slip her tongue into your mouth, confidently brushing it against yours. She tastes like sugar cookies and wine as red as her lips. Fumbling, one hand grips the lapel of her jacket - leather, your favourite - while the other moves underneath it to dig your fingers into her lower back. It pulls an appreciative groan from the other woman, and she starts to back you towards her car.
Your back hits the side of Melissa’s car, forcing a chuckle out from your chest. Pulling away from the redhead, you press kisses down her jaw, stopping just below her ear. “You playing the protective girlfriend role is doing something to me, Mel,” you sigh, biting her pulse point softly enough that it won't leave a mark. It prompts her to tighten her hold on your hair, and you let out a deep moan at the slight sting.
“Is that right, honey?” You hum in response, pulling her free hand forward until she's cupping you through your pants. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, red as sin itself. Pupils blown, Melissa kisses you hungrily, not removing her hand but not daring to go further. Pulling back, you grab her chin to make her look at you.
“Take me somewhere private and I’ll show you just how much,” you murmur, watching Melissa stutter before turning to the car door she’s pressed you next to and opening it for you. Settling in the seat as Melissa rounds the car, you’re still catching your breath as she starts the engine. “I live closer,” Melissa states, just as breathless as you are as she pulls away from the curb. Chuckling as you remember that phrase from earlier - in a much different context - you squirm in your seat at the thought of what’s to come.
(reader is on T and has had top surgery but no bottom surgery. Reader is ok with having a cunt, PIV, Creampie meantion, cum eating, Oral reader receiving, Switch reader, Overstim.)
SFW:
Crosshair, Tup, Tech and Cody all love to mess with any facial hair you've got going on. Scratching it lightly or just rubbing their thumb over it, the same goes for any chest hair. They like watching how your body changes on T, and love how comfortable you finally are with yourself. It also gives them something to mess with mindlessly while they hold you or are curled up under your chin.
Rex, Dogma, Hunter and Kix like tracing your top surgery scars, thumbing over where they get thicker or kissing along the lines. All of them see it as a sign of strength and survival. You are in every way stunning to them, but they really enjoy touching the scars. It's nice to have a cyare who has scars, even if these ones were done in a medical sense, makes them less worried about how you see their own.
Fives, Echo, Hardcase and Jesse love to hear you speak. When your voice is cracking they'll make a few jokes about it, but they love to hear how it gets deeper. Seeing you get a bit more vocal as it changes, more forward and self assured has them falling for you again. They love to see your confidence soar as you become the man you were meant to be.
Gregor, Wolffe and Wrecker are more excited about the fact you're having an easier time putting on muscle. It's not the fact that you're getting more toned or your arms are getting bigger no no, it's that you're getting a little more touchy with them. They Are amused by the gentle rough housing you've started doing with them, and it usually ends with the two of you wrapped around each other laughing a little. Wollfe especially loves this little bit of normalcy, let alone that you can get him to laugh.
NSFW:
Gregor, Fives and Dogma all love going down on you. From the way your legs clench around their heads to the way you squirm as they tease you they love every damn thing about it. Honestly they would have the perfect day if they'd just be between your legs the entire time with your hands clutching their head. All of them are more than willing to go the death by cunt route, if you sit on their face and they can't breathe it's an honorable death. They especially love it if they've filled you up beforehand and are licking their cum out of you.
Crosshair, Hunter, Wolffe and Cody are all about eye contact. So these boys love you have you looking at them whether you're the one fucking them or they are fucking you. Mirrors may be involved, and no matter the pace either of you are setting you can both watch the other react to everything you're doing. It's both a sexy thing but also a romantic one as well, no matter if Crosshair denies it. Watching their partner fall apart is the highlight of their day.
Tup, Echo, Jesse and Tech love overstim with you, giving or receiving. Something about having a bit too much pleasure, the line between too much and too little is just enticing to them. Watching you shake under them takes their breath away, just like shaking under your hands has their hearts trying to pound out of their chests.
Rex, Wrecker, Kix and Hardcase love being topped by you. Just letting you take the lead and giving you the control gets their blood pumping a little faster. Being able to lean back and let you take everything at your pace is comforting to them, even if Hardcase can get a little antsy at times. Being able to relax under you helps them center themselves when they need to, and they love looking up at you as if you're the only thing that matters in the galaxy.
Jasper I have come to ask a question. What is the headcannon/au behind part of the scene because the visuals and world was so specific I feel like there's so much more and I just GOTTA know
The Watcher's Grove was actually inspired by a place I went to recently! It's a giant art exhibition that's based a lot around surrealism and the lines between nature and regular society. It's kind of difficult to explain, but I have a few pictures that inspired some of the areas in the fic specifically :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr & Pietro Maximoff
Characters: Peter Maximoff, Logan (X-Men), Hank McCoy, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Raven | Mystique
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary:
When Logan successfully changed the past and saved the mutants, it sent out ripples in reality, this one started as just a nudge, but a slight alteration in the course of a bullet does a lot of change, just as the slight alteration in the life of Peter Maximoff changes the timeline quite a bit.
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Or, where Peter contacts his father again a lot sooner, and things change dramatically.
OMGG MY FIRST REQUEST AND ITS WITH MY MAN REID I LOVE THIS
The interrogation room is something that is foreign to you but you knew that you’d be in here soon. Murder isn’t a crime to you. You were only getting rid of the disgusting scum in the world. Why are you being punished? It isn’t fair. You stare at the handcuffs on your wrists. Your lips go into a thin line when the metal rubs against your skin. It’s a little painful, but the thing that is more painful is that your boyfriend is right in front of you.
Spencer rubs his lips for a second before opening the tab folder. He stares at the crime scene photos and he doesn’t want to believe that you did this. The person he loved. He still does love you and he furrows his brows and takes a breath. “Y/N,” He starts, not wanting to continue his sentence. Spencer wants to believe that this all a bad dream and he’ll wake up from it. But once he looks into your eyes, he knows it’s no dream. It’s clearly real. Five men killed and three women killed. How could you the person he loved be capable of doing this? One part of him is trying to think this is all a big mistake but at the same time, he knows that you are the one responsible. He opens the folder to the crime scene photos and places one of a blooded dead woman in front of you. “What…What can you tell me about Kristen Vargos?” He’s nervous. And he’s never nervous with you.
“Hm, seems this woman was beaten to death.”
“How do you know?”
“Spencer, your smarter than me. Come on, look at the picture.”
“I can see the picture, Y/N. But why I’m asking is because you fit our unsub’s profile. It all leads down to you.”
You scoff, with a roll of your eyes. “So you’re arresting me with a prediction? You have no proof I was involved.” You sneer, your eyes darting into his. Worry strikes you for a minute but you know how to keep yourself cool. You’ve hidden it for this long, you can keep it up for another few minutes. He has nothing leading up to you. It doesn’t matter if you fit the profile.
Spencer chuckles dryly before staring at you again. “That’s funny.” That’s all he says, he’s got you now. There’s no escape in this. “Your DNA was found at Marshall Lane’s home. We actually got it confirmed just a few hours ago. So no, I’m not arresting you on prediction, Y/N. I’m arresting you under evidence.”
