Nocturne by rosegoldhl @rosegoldhlfics (Deleted)
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He didn’t pause to think of the consequences, darting forward the moment a piercing screech left Louis’ mouth as he was swept up, entrapped by ropes and leaves hanging from a tree branch.
“Don’t move,” Harry warned him, afraid he would end up hurting himself.
Louis eyes opened wide towards Harry’s direction. It wasn’t recognition or relief that Harry met, but fear and confusion, as Louis realized that the creature standing in front of him, as he was hanging upside down, was not human and looked nothing like one.
Harry is a goblin living in the woods, entirely enthralled with a human named Louis.
“Thank you,” Geoff says, taking a sip of his tea. “What did you tell him?”
Louis has a sip as well, lets the tea burn down his throat too quickly, too hot, and he feels it all the way down to his stomach. “The truth. Essentially,” he replies after a moment, licking his lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that’s never quite strong enough for Louis’ liking. At least it’s not decaf. “That my dog scented it. That I didn’t touch the body. That I came here first thing.”
Geoff nods pensively. “Did he believe you?”
“Probably not. There’s only so many people who can drown on dry land before it gets fishy.”
or: Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren’t exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.
This is my entry to @teamcap4bucky 2k Writing Challenge. I got the prompt “I hate that it’s you”
Pairing: Clint Barton x Thief!Reader
Summary: Some years ago you were deeply in love. You were a skillful thief, he was always watching your back. But things unsaid and the dark past from both gather one day and makes you take different routes in life.
Warnings: Some fluff, SMUT (Only +18 please, NO EXCEPTIONS) to ANGST (some blood)
Words: 3,425
Notes: I’m not good at deadlines, I’m so sorry for that!
This two chap story is mostly inspired in a little story I wrote before, Villain. Usually readers in fanfiction are portrayed as the good girls that had been through nice things and then something fails or breaks and they get to the other side with a new learning or experience. I wanted to try something different by having a bad girl with a bad experience, maybe she gets through nicely, maybe don’t.
The title of the story (and chapters) is based on a lovely song, Violence by Editors.
GIFS & IMAGES ARE NOT MINE, THEY BELONG TO THEIR PROPER AUTHORS.
**MY WORK IS NOT MEANT TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER SITES WITHOUT MY EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION**
Desperate | Fearless
Desperate
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Cleveland Forest, 2002
There was an easy routine.
You had to wait for the people to leave the place, get in smoothly while deactivating cameras and sensors and perfectly clean the area in less than 20 minutes with at least two bags full of treasures and money.
Ocasional improvisation, the less. A major proportion was for the boss and you secretly kept your part, small, but with interesting articles.
Easy...
In the past three years, you were robbing middle upper and upper class houses in the name of a faceless “Associate”, as he told you he wanted to be considered that way. He promised you to thrive in this business and yes, you were successful, it had its risks but the rewards were incredible. That’s all you cared for.
And no guns, no threats from your part in those hits, those were actually the important rules above all.
But the last two years things were starting to get difficult. The word spread about your abilities through dark circles and how your elusive boss was turning richer than other mobsters until one day you were severely wounded by a shooter; he assigned you a wonderful marksman, Clint, who helped you to hit better places through the entire country, getting bounties which its value kept increasing extraordinarily.
And for the last six months you somehow, developed feelings for him.
And it was reciprocal. Beautiful.
Both were so young and for you, he was a kind soul despite most of the environments where he developed. Many times talked to you about the complicated past he had as a child, always sporting a crinkly smile and how definitely understood your role as the skillful hands of the team; you knew how to hack advanced systems and open from easy locks to complicated safe boxes and not making a sound while doing it, never been caught.
You always left him in awe, sometimes even breathless and followed you everywhere with dreamy eyes and the heart on a sleeve. He didn’t exactly like his job but was excellent on it; he was in charge of keeping you alive and bringing you and the bounty always back to the associate, safe and sound.
From your side, it felt nice to be next to someone who appreciated you for who you were and never judged what you did; being a reckless thief after a while wasn’t an easy choice.
But as time went by, the hits grew exponentially in value, volume or expertise to take them, both started to spend more time together and to like each other; first by being comfortable in awkward situations and then… the glances. Clint was always a mess inside when you used to look straight to his eyes, then back to a high valuable article and then again to him now with a wide smile. For him it meant that no matter what was in your hands, you would always prefer him, he was above all. It made him feel special, worthy, loved.
All those feelings were real, all along. And then, it finally happened.
Both were in the middle of something difficult when you kissed him for the first time, it just felt right. You stole it and he was so confused. But soon enough that all exploded and moments later, you ended beneath his rock-like body, sweating and whimpering and him, licking pearls that were falling over your exposed neck and breasts.
It was like this every time after a hit. And by bigger the bounty, the greater the fucking.
When you realized, those feelings kept growing every day and decided to call it ‘Love’ and that was overtaking you; meaning that you began to fail, sometimes forgot to pick your mess when working, left clues. But also made you start thinking in doing a last job, taking a big reward and leaving this misery business along with Clint. You could marry, travel the world, having a family, starting your own little business… anything to be away from crime and hopelessness. You were so confident that Clint would be interested in joining you.
After a seven-figure hit from a tiny bank and having the trunk of a stolen old Grand-Marquis filled with bills and some hard drives, you thought it was the appropriate time.
He was in the backseat with you, moaning your name for each moment your hands were stroking languidly his thick cock, with the head resting in the back and barely closing his eyes. You were seated over him, with a dark tactical onesie open completely, flashing a lacy baby blue bra and scattering slow kisses over his jaw and neck. He was gently rubbing the side one of your thighs with a hand and with the other, drawing faint circles over your waist with his thumb.
Outside, a storm - close to start snowing started falling, all over a rocky road and a small convenience store next to a gas station. Dark forest surrounded everything. Body heat barely clouding windows.
“Clint?” You approached to his ear.
“Yes sweetheart…” He breathed.
“There is something I want to say…” you murmured and proceeded to nibble the lobe. “It’s… It’s killing me”
He opened his eyes and looked at you concerned.
“What’s happening babe?”
You cleared your throat and took some distance from him. You could see some scratches and a slightly busted eyebrow on him, thanks to you; it was a complicated exit from the bank but it was like he didn’t care, it didn’t sting.
“I… I don’t know how to say it and I already feel like a fool… You know… you know, I understand if you say no and we keep everything as it always was…” your words suddenly rushed and didn’t know exactly where to look at, to his suddenly attentive sight or his soft pink lips “I just want to say that…”
“I love you Y/N”
You gasped, you didn’t expect that and he narrowed his eyes again in delight, your hands kept stroking him.
“I love you too Barton”
“That’s what you wanted to say?”
“Yes”
“You are terrible for this babe” he snorted but then his eyes softened for you. “And I mean it too, I’m the one who feels like a big fool for you… No matter what, you will always break me”
“Say it again… please” your voice broke, you were close to start crying because your heart dropped, for feeling accepted. “I need to hear it. Please, please…”
“I’m a big fool for you”
“Not that, you idiot!”
Clint jolly laughed.
“I love you” he repeated, his voice coarse like salt and that made your senses overflow.
The hand over your thigh moved to take you by behind the neck and pull you to kiss him heatedly, swiping his tongue over your swollen lips. They parted lustfully and let play your pinkish muscle with his, both tasting like the early ale you drank before. Below, your hips started bucking, wanting the friction from his erect bulge. The only thing you found was the other hand trying to pull down the rest of your suit.
“Y/N come on sweetheart, come on…”
You left his mouth and the grip from his cock for a moment to help him to remove the rest of your suit and underwear; it gets to scrunched and thrown to the corner of the large seat but it took nothing for you to place your mouth back to his, his jaw, his ear lobe. Your hands went back in action and helped him to get rid of his sleeveless shirt and pull down completely his jeans. Both were panting and giggling thanks to the reduced space to move.
Clint dragged you down, crushing you in his arms and forcing to place your back in the seat. He stops everything only to see you again. A lightning and thunders roar outside.
He can’t believe his luck, can’t believe he found you. You also stare and gently smile at him.
“I want to get out… from all of this. I’m done with this life, with robbing, running away and still feeling hungry, never feeling satisfied. I only want you Clint, please, let us be just you and me…”
“Y/N …”
“Please. We’ve been through a lot and I have the enough to start from fresh. We can be anywhere, we can have all…”
“We can have peace” He quickly pecked on your lips.
“Yes… Don’t you want this? Me?” You asked innocently.
Clint wetted the tips of his fingers, going straight to your core, rubbing tender circles in your silky folds and casually inserting a finger, then two; making you suddenly arch your back towards him and shake your head. Making you beg all the time.
“Aaah!” You yelped and he kept finger fucking you, increasing his speed.
“I hope you know how to make our exit easy…”
“Yes, trust me, now just… I need to feel you, fill me...” Your voice broke again. “Clint…”
He slowed down those movements and removed the fingers, then aligned his cock with your entrance by nudging your legs with his knees. He laid over you, skin to skin burning and only with that, he swiftly got into you, making you burst some tears of pain and joy. Clint found some grip in one of the doors and your fleshy globes; he squeezed, bit, sucked them, flicked the nipples constantly only to see you writhe.
He was fierce. His hips thrusted and sped up until you adapted to the rhythm. At a point, he needed to raise one of your legs over his shoulder and kept going. Your tight cunt was deliciously squeezing him until both couldn’t help it anymore.
First you, then him. Cum inside and sweat, shameless moans, sloppy wet kisses and your constant giggles because the car kept moving from side to side. All windows were completely white thanks to your body heat.
Unthinkable bliss.
Two more rounds, different positions and you were finally tired but sated, contented.
You took a bag with regular clothes from the front seat and got dressed before drifting to sleep over his lap. Clint dressed too and realized that the storm stopped for a while; pulled down one of the windows to get some fresh air but it was too strong and biting and pulled it up. Yet, he noticed that the little store was still open and that there was an old black jeep parked behind them.
He looked down to see you for a moment and combed your hair with the fingers. Then moved your head and placed it gently over the seat, opened the door and exited the car. Everything was muddy and sloppy.
“Do you want something from the store?” Clint whispered to your ear.
“OJ please…” You shuffled a bit, used your hands as a pillow and went back to sleeping.
He closed the door. Made his way to the store as fast as possible, carefully because the path turned way too sloppy and didn’t want to fall over the mud and the wet grass. Shook out some of the dirt from his boots and entered the place.
The place was warm and the shelves and fridges were stocked with sodas and candies for what he didn’t doubt in taking the necesary. However it was lonely and mostly silent. The storekeeper was away but had some faint country music on. Something irked Clint about that.
He took a bottle of not-so-cheap whisky for him, watermelon bubble gum and some Danish pastries for you in case you were hungry. Went to the fridges from the back, looked for a half gallon of freshly pressed orange juice.
But by the moment he turned back, there was someone waiting, dressed from head to toe in black and staring at him with a snide smile. He got scared and dropped his stuff except the gun to the floor, breaking the bottles. A protective impulse came across so he pulled out a gun from behind his pants and cocked it.
“Hi Clint…”
Confused, he took some steps back and yes, answered.
“Barney”
“Ha, seriously? You got scared? From your own brother?”
“No, I… What are you doing here?” A rush of bad memories of him and his parents invaded him, lowering the gun. “How you knew we were here?”
Barney left out a loud sigh and crossed his arms but immediately dropped them down and got distracted with the wrapping of some flashy cookie brands.
“Don’t worry for that Clint, I’m here for your girl. She is been stealing from me.”
“What? No…”
“Yes” He insisted while picking some chocolate cookies, opening them and stuffing his mouth with one. “She thinks that I don’t know but she’s been keeping all the good stuff for her. Third quarters of what she actually brings to me isn’t that valuable”
“It’s money... Wait!” Clint realized what his brother was doing. “You are the Associate! You hired me! To protect your interests, the money… her. She gives you all. I know that, I count it twice, thrice.” He was close to jump over him and beat his ass.
“Well, yes and apparently you haven’t been doing well your job for playing the little house with that bitch” Barney raised his voice, angry of Clint’s stupidity and making him step back. “Y/N brings what she thinks that I need but that’s not true. I need all. All! Did she tell you why she robbed nearly 10 million and hard drives today from a shitty little bank? She has never took those items before, so why now?”
Clint remained silent and deeper after that questioning. You never told him why you took them, they just appeared there. You never told him exactly why you do what you do; you only wanted to get out from it.
“What happened there Clint?”
“She… we took the money, the people were down on the floor. We had time. I had her six. She suddenly ran back to the safeties and brought those things with her. Hid them at the bottom of…” Clint turned worried to the windows, to see the car, the trunk of the car.
“Seriously, do you even know her? For what I know in all these years, is that she is a cold blooded murderer and a skillful thief, that’s why I hired her. Have you asked her why she took this job?” He insisted, adding horrible lies and Clint’s trust for you started to dissolve, you were promising him a new start earlier. How was that going to work after this?
“You don’t know her, she is not that way…”
“Either you”
Barney walked and stood aside, hugged tightly to this now silent Clint by the shoulders with one arm and with the other, slowly disarmed him. His words were infecting him.
“Come on lil bro… do me a great favor. You are way better, get rid of her. I can make you my only partner, we can go half and half and only because we are blood” He sighed again, now with more restraint in his tone. “She is like a stray dog. Cute, playful, will do anything to have something to eat for the day. But they are still a plague in most places and if you don’t educate her, she can bite you…”
Barney ate another cookie while looking at Clint completely defeated. He took his hand and returned playfully the gun.
“Kill the dog, end the rabies. For me. Please.”
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A massive thunder woke you up. Another storm was coming.
Then you felt a little jump and a thud from behind the car. Many minutes had passed since Clint went to the store. You sat and rubbed away the tiredness from your eyes, trying to see what was going on. It took you a while to figure it out until you saw a bigger shadow from the back window.
The lid of the trunk was completely open and that shadow was Clint. Your Clint.
What the hell?
You were astonished and quickly exited from the car; didn’t matter if the cold was hitting you hard on your bare legs and face.
WHAT THE HELL, NO
“Clint? What is going on?”
He was extremely silent, with a really tough face, avoiding seeing you at all cost and pulling out tons and tons of $100 bills in handfuls and four black bags filled with the same content, straight to the back of the Jeep, the one that was parked behind. You tried to stop him but he was strong and kept going back and forth. You stood in the middle of the trunk to stop him again and for a moment he stopped, sighed annoyed but took you by your arms and pushed you as far as possible.
That wasn’t a good landing over the mud. You tried to get up but it was a mess and you were pretty sure your left ankle was injured.
“Clint, stop that! What is happening?!” You yelled scared and he wasn’t reacting. It was like he was numb and like you didn’t even exist. “Please Clint!”
You gripped from the back defense of the car and propped yourself up. Stood there wincing in pain. Tried again to stop him by yanking from his clothes, his face, forcing some kisses to make him turn and tell you that this was a nightmare and that you needed to wake up because you were ready to leave. But he was unresponsive.
He kept digging and in his hands suddenly appeared the two metallic boxes, the hard drives, instantly making you a knot in your stomach. Those were your most valuable objects and he was trying to take them away from you. Your goddamned safety.
“Put those things down Clint! They’re mine!” You growled as tears threatened to fall.
“Y’ know… I thought you were different. Thought about a new start with you…” He said, looking at the hard drives, wondering what kind of information inside was more important than him. “But I guess you will always be a criminal, you only care about these”
“Don’t take them away, I need them. Please... I love you.”
“Yeah, for what?” He gave you a little chance, looking at you with wounded eyes and you wasted it by remaining silent; the tears flowing freely.
“See? That’s what I thought. From all those that ever disappointed me in life, I hate that it’s you the one that hurts the most…”
You tried to reach desperate for the objects, with more force but he moved far from you. And instead of pushing you away with his hands again, he pulled out his gun, aiming at your face. He was not kidding.
You stood back, terrified with the legs wobbling. This wasn’t the Clint you knew.
He took a handful of bills and put them rushedly inside his pockets; took another and threw it straight to your feet, letting the pieces of paper get dirty and wet.
“Fix that” Meaning about your ankle.
There was no answer from your part, you were bitterly crying for what was going on, without fully understanding what was happening with him, losing the love of your life thanks to many things you couldn’t even say yet. The rain came back, with painful thick droplets falling over everything.
“Don’t forget Clint, do it!” you heard, loud and concise.
You knew that voice, the one that used to tell you where was going to be the next theft and how good you were. The Associate. And it came from inside the jeep.
By the moment you turned to see from where it was coming, Clint lowered a bit the gun, batted his lashes quickly like trying to focus… and shot you. That was enough.
The force of the bullet threw your body back and springed forward immediately, making you landing on your hands and knees. You could feel how the air from your lungs was expelled, burning everything, asphyxiating. Unconsciously, your hand found the enter wound and it started trickling. You saw the scarlet liquid covering your whole hand, feeling so different than the rain and then went back to Clint, who looked extremely sad and confused, like wanting to regret all of this.
For a moment you thought he was going to help you and hoped he would say he was sorry for hurting you this way but instead, he ran inside to the Jeep, scared for the consequences. Drove it and left that damned place.
Your watery eyes started drifting, shutting down without your permission. Finally you fell on a side and again, landed over the mud.
The damage was done.
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