#//I also gave reader a nose bc GOD do they look strange from the side w/o one

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No one can stop me from putting super dramatic lighting on EVERY single piece of art I make

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wildest dreams

witch!wanda x reincarnated!reader 

summary: wanda had walked around the earth for centuries with no magic and hardly any soul left after losing her soulmate. she thought that her lover would never return and that the only reunion they would have would be in the afterlife, but a run-in with bucky changes everything after he insists that he met the long gone y/n at a fountain in the park. 

yet another au by me... 

word count: around 6.5k?

imma tag one person bc she gets upset when she isn’t tagged- and idk if anyone else would actually be interested?

@teenwonder

also this picture is not mine, and the dividers are by @firefly-graphics !!

without further ado, it’s almost 6 in the morning but i give you this!!

She held you tight, fingers digging into your skin as she trembled above you. The rose bushes were rustling in the wind next to you both, the sweet smell of the flowers contrasting with the moment. You were halfway gone already, eyes far off but trying to swim back to the surface, wanting to look at her one last time before the inevitable happened. 

  “S…” you tried to say, but she hushed you immediately, tears falling down on your face and mixing with your own. You shook her head at her as hard as you could, begging for her to let you continue. “Say you’ll remember me,” you ground out, fingers tightening around her hand. 

  “What?” Wanda asked, voice already thick with grief as she tried to decide whether or not it was better to keep the knife lodged between your ribs inside of you.

“When I come back-” you cut yourself off by coughing up blood, and Wanda didn’t even wince when it splattered on her cheek. “Back for you, promise that you’ll remember me.” 

 “Darling,” Wanda whispered back, her voice cracking as she bent over and rested her head on your stomach for a moment, hiding her sob. She could feel her magic tingling inside of her; under her skin, in her bones, dancing on her fingertips. “I wish I knew- I wish I just knew how-”

  “Please.” You said, a desperate look in your eyes as you halted her words, already knowing what Wanda wanted. But natural magic was nothing to mess with. She sobbed again with her lips pressed together, no sound escaping her. You squeezed her hand tighter as the sun started on its routine descent, basking the two of you in an orange glow that you would have stopped to admire in any other moment in time. But Wanda would grow to hate that shade of orange with every breath in her. “Please.” It would always remind her of the sound of your begging, voice reaching for something that she couldn’t see. 

Maybe it was the desperation in your voice, or the way that she just knew that you were well within your last moments, because she looked up at you one last time. “Of course I’ll remember you, darling. I couldn’t even dream of forgetting you.” There was a wheezing sound that came from your chest as you cracked a bloody smile, and then you gave one last squeeze before you looked away from her, your soul settling in the afterlife. 

  Wanda Maximoff would never forget it. Suddenly, her previously  irrational fear of losing her magic became real, but that feeling didn’t even come close to the one she got when you grew lifeless in her arms. 

Ever since you knew what a normal person was supposed to be like, you had identified that you, in fact, were not the normal person that you were probably supposed to be. Normal people didn’t daydream to the point where it felt like their bodies weren’t in the present anymore. Normal people didn’t have birthmarks under their ribs that aced and burned. Normal people didn’t feel out of touch with their world, like they weren’t even meant to be in the century they were in. Normal people didn’t feel like they were searching for something tirelessly, something just under their noses. And normal people surely didn’t dream of the same set of hands, same pair of eyes, or the same voice over and over again, a new setting every time, but always the same, faceless person. You either drew the same faceless person or rose bushes, and every sketch book you ever had was full of them. 

At first, you were sure that you were going insane. Every time you closed your eyes, you would see a flash of reddish brown hair, or the same set of eyes, or the same pair of pale hands. You kept seeing this person without ever seeing a face for nights at a time before you went to see a therapist, who just ended up telling you that worrying about it was only going to make it worse, whatever it even was. But eventually, you learned to get used to it. 

Acceptance turned into expectancy. You went to sleep knowing that there was going to be a pair of hands accompanied by the same slender fingers as always before you, sometimes intertwined with your own. You knew that there was going to be a set of eyes on you, watching you intently with no ace to go with them. You knew that you would hear whispers of the same voice, speaking so clearly in a language you didn’t even come close to understanding, and soon, you were craving to see and hear those things. And wanting to see them led to something that you never told your therapist; drawings. 

You drew nearly every day under the sky, trying to find different park benches to see the sun rise and set at different angles for inspiration. You loved the sky, moon and stars alike, but there was something special about sunrises and sunsets. Sunrises and sets both meant new beginnings to you, out with the old and in with the new, and each rise and fall filled you with a strange feeling of nostalgia. You were watching the sunset on a park bench by yourself, a sketchbook sitting on your lap as you held an idle pencil, still thinking about the way you wanted to draw the hands. The birthmark between your ribs started to tingle, letting you know that it was about to burn again. That damn birthmark. You dropped the pencil and scratched at it, trying to beat the annoying feeling at its own game. You cursed the mark, but your eyes didn’t leave the sky, and you noticed your heart swelling in your chest, faint despair in the pits of it, churning around like the middle of the deep sea. 

 You shook your head and put your pencil in your hand again, brain not even having to work hard at all to see the features of the faceless person who was in your every dream. 

Even before she ever met you, Wanda didn’t sleep well. She would toss and turn for at least an hour before she finally found some temporary, flimsy form of peace. Her sleep was always light and she hardly ever had dreams, which was customary for a woman like her at the time- an un-blossomed witch. 

It was hard for her to remember the time where she didn’t have magic, but that time certainly existed. It lasted nearly thirty years. She never aged a day past twenty one, time moving past her without a care in the world. She was stuck right there, no magic except for the little bit in her bones that was keeping her young. And then she met you. 

You were the person that kicked her magic into gear. You were her kindred soul, her other half and the power to her magic. Meeting you had flung her right into the world of magic and spells, things that she only watched others do, but even as she was introduced to an entirely different world, she could remember only really wanting you. Her heart and soul called to you far louder and stronger than spells called to her eager mind. When she met you, it all fell into place. It was an easy love, one that was never going to be disputed or questioned, and loved it. She was prepared to move heaven, earth, and the gods for you, if she had to. Your arrival into her life had caused her to finally blossom. 

But now, she had bloomed and flourished and wilted all the same, and she was just waiting to decompose. 

“Have hope,” was all that Bucky, a warlock who had been tortured enough in his own way, would tell her. “Have hope that something good will come to you, and it will.” 

She never had the heart to tell him that good things hardly came to those who waited. He himself was a product of waiting, and it had served him well. Before he met his other half, he was taken by a rival clan and experimented on with spells that were so far past illegal that they made the casual witch shudder. Eventually, he was broken out and the rival clan was defeated, but he returned to them as an empty shell of a man. But then, Steve came, and then the man was nothing but a ball of light. His magic grew to be strong and so did Steve’s, and together they became known as some of the strongest practitioners of magic in the world. 

 But what did Wanda have to hope for when you were gone? What did she have to wake up for and smile at when she knew that she had buried you hundreds of years ago? It wasn’t even about the magic. She couldn’t care less about the way she felt the energy leave her- and it was dramatic- leaving in a singular burst of light the second you left. She only knew that you were gone, and that was the only thing that mattered, and it seemed to be the only thing that she even really felt. 

Well, she did feel one other thing. Exhaustion. Exhaustion caused by the lack of you by her side. And exhaustion was exactly why she assumed that she was hallucinating when she felt a small tug at her heart, in a part of her brain that had been dormant for years and years. She shook her head and tried to take her thoughts away from you and the nagging feeling in her gut. 

“Oh, no…” you exclaimed, voice tapering out into a whine as you watched the ruined paper sink deeper and deeper into the fountain, a fist clenching at your side in disappointment when you realized how many hours were lost, just like that, and then even tighter when you realized that part of you wasn’t even truly upset about the time spent on the ruined art. You were mostly upset that you lost the only vision of the hands that you had during the daytime. 

You were on your knees, sleeves still all the way down as you reached into the water frantically, causing the paper to move even further away. You weren’t even worried about your sketchbook that had fallen open onto the pavement, more focused on the rapidly deteriorating piece of paper. You hardly even noticed the man who knocked into you talking, trying his hardest to make the situation better. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do?” 

“I mean,” you breathed out, taking the nearly disintegrated paper from the water and grimacing. When you realized that the man was fumbling to say something from behind you, celery apprehensive over the fact that you were upset, you took a short breath and turned around, giving him a small smile. He had dark brown hair that was cut short and crystal blue eyes that were striking, but you knew that they held thousands of stories by looking just once.  He was holding your sketchbook, and by the way he was gripping it tightly, you could tell that he had flipped through it for a second. “It’s just a drawing. I guess I can make another one.” 

  His eyes widened. You saw his jaw slacken and his neck stretch out, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He blinked three times, and his parted lips trembled for a second before he slammed them shut. You cocked a brow at him, your sadness about losing the drawing being replaced by a weak feeling of uneasiness. “Sir?” 

  “Knew it.” His face was clear from any type of emotion as he watched yours, and when you opened your mouth to ask him if he was okay, a grin spread across his face. “I’m Bucky, what’s your name?” You furrowed your brows at him, asking what the hell had just occurred without saying a single word. “I’m sorry, you just looked really familiar.” 

 Just like that, you smiled. You knew that feeling, you felt like you got deja vu far too often to be normal. You hated when people made you feel strange for it, you always had, so you tried your best to ignore it with him. “You’re fine, don’t worry. I’m Y/N.” You extended your dry hand for him to shake it. He stared at it for a moment, and then with an eagerness that made you smile, he shook your hand. 

“‘I’m Bucky.” 

  For a moment, you could have sworn that you had done more tha just seen him before. Could have sworn that you had shaken his hand, met him before, been at the receiving end of his blinding yet somewhat shy smile. It flashed through you warm and bright, and you cleared your throat before pulling your hand away and realizing you had held it for too long. You cleared it again when you saw something flash in his eyes, a weak smile lifting on your lips.

“It’s not her.” 

Wanda was furious. She was insulted more than anything, really, angry that Bucky could even mistake the light of you for someone else. She knew that you would never grace the earth with your presence again, and she was so used to the fact that she was going to have to die before seeing you again. And for one of her closest friends to try to convince her that you were back? 

 “She would have already found me.” And Wanda believed that with her whole heart. You had asked her so long ago that you remember her, like she could ever forget. Your scent was so flowery that whenever she walked past a growing garden that she smelled you, your smile was so bright that she saw it in the way the rays of sun came down on the earth. She heard your laugh in the chirping of the birds every morning, and she saw your playfulness in the running waters of the stream by the cabin. She could never forget you, because everything was traced back to you. And you would never return without finding her. 

“I don’t think she even knows it yet, but she is looking for you.” Bucky insisted, stepping forward and receiving Wanda’s burning glare while Steve stepped to the side and let it happen. “I bumped into her and she dropped her sketchbook. I saw her drawings- she drew your eyes.” 

  Wanda’s heart skipped a beat. “What?” 

“She dropped the drawing of hands in the water, but I saw she had drawn eyes that looked just like yours, hair the same shade as yours, even drawn the necklace you used to wear. She draws roses, too. I swear to everything above, it’s her.” 

She could feel herself getting warm, the sort of emotions stirring inside of her that had the potential to turn into a singular weapon. The thought of a rose bush made her sick to her stomach. “It’s not her.” 

“You forget that I knew her, too,” Bucky stated, and Wanda’s desolation was replaced by some ancient feeling of possessiveness. “I could never forget her face, and that was it right there. That was her face, without a shadow of a doubt, And her voice-” 

Wanda’s face curled into a snarl. “Stop talking about her.”  

“Hey, Wanda, take a deep breath,” Steve cut in, ever the mediator, but Bucky was hardheaded. If he thought something needed to happen, he was the one to push for it to happen, and he needed her to see. 

 “She looks the same as she did the day she left.” Wanda let out a choked noise. For a second, all she could picture was her lover dying by the blooming rose bushes in the sunset, ruining two of the most beautiful things in life at once. The third (but first) was you, but not even your horrible death could taint Wanda’s memory of you. You would forever be the brightest and most beautiful thing to grace the earth. “I got her number, we’re meeting at a coffee shop a few blocks away.” 

“Leave her alone.” Wanda said through gritted teeth, tears welling up in her eyes. When she saw the brunet’s eyes widen and his mouth drop open, she spoke before he could get a word in. “Just stay away from her, Bucky.” 

All she could think about was your death. The way you choked on your own blood. The way you cried and looked up at her, but still managed to smile. And as she was consumed by rage and memories, the only other thought in her mind was that she was yours and you were here, and that she couldn’t save you then. But she was surely going to preserve your memory from Bucky’s mouth. 

  “I know you feel it coming back. You haven’t felt it in so long, but it’s warm, right? It’s powerful. You always were the strongest, and you’re not dormant any longer. Stop lying to yourself and depriving yourself of love, Wanda. You know Y/N-”

  She saw red. Red as red as the fires that burned in the magma underneath the ground, as red as embers in a fire. “You don’t get to say her name.” She saw so much red, so much hot anger that hardly covered her sadness, that she didn’t even see the way that she had her hand out red coming from her palm as she lifted Bucky right off of the wooden floor of their shared home. “You don’t get to talk about her.” There was a warbling noise in her ears, whispers that sounded like her name, getting louder and louder until she finally realized it was Steve trying to get her attention. 

  “Wanda.” 

Instantly, she dropped her arm and watched Bucky fall to the ground, landing in a crouched position. She watched him catch his breath on the ground. She opened her mouth to apologize, to say that she felt terrible and that she had no idea what happened, what took over her, but she was stopped by the brilliant smile that came onto Bucky’s face. 

  “You used magic.” He said, slowly and steadily, not a hint of hesitance or animosity in his eyes or voice. Instead, he seemed more proud than anything. “You can’t deny this now, Wanda.” 

She was hyperventilating, the pain in her chest intensifying as she tried without any results to get the right amount of air in her lungs. She felt her knees hit the ground before she knew that she did, her hands covering her face as she sobbed into herself. Her heart ached, tugging in so many different directions as her brain fought to rationalize what everything meant. She had used magic,  and that meant that you were back, in one way or another. She was in disbelief. She was in despair. She was in shock. 

“I know you do, I know you do,” It was Steve’s arms around her, and Steve’s voice in her ear, and she realized that she had been saying I miss her, I miss her, over and over again until the words jumbled. “We know you do, Wanda. We miss her too.” 

But he didn’t understand. He hadn’t lost Bucky since he had found him. He hadn’t walked the earth for centuries after losing the only thing that mattered to him as an empty shell of the person he used to be. He would never understand, but that wasn’t his fault. In fact, she prayed that he would never understand. 

“I’m sorry I approached you like that,” Bucky said, crouching down and hugging her just as Steve was, enclosing her into a hugging circle. They were coven, related by magic, and just being around them made her tears subside. “But you know that I would have never said anything like that unless I was one thousand percent sure. I would never do anything to hurt you, Wanda. All I want is for you to be happy. And I know that I found her.” 

And how could he want anything but the best for her? He knew her just as much as Steve did. Just as much as she probably knew herself. He and Steve were the ones who stormed the coven that took you from her by her side, and they were the ones that helped her send them to their graves. They supported her through thick and thin, through revenge and peace, and mostly, they loved you almost as much as she did. Why would Bucky lie? 

Wanda blinked, staring down at her hands in fear and wonder as her heart beat started to get away from her. Steve’s warm hand landed on her shoulder, and she flinched from the sudden touch after such a rush of power. 

“I think you should go with him, Wanda.” Her heavy breathing was all that filled the air for a moment. “Just take a look at her from outside so you can leave if he was wrong without anyone knowing, but you should at least try. I think Buck’s right.” 

Wanda’s breaths were still labored. Her hands trembled as she moved hair from her eyes, and her lip quivered before she found the strength to mutter a few words. “Will she- will she remember?” 

“I think she will,” Steve said softly. “But she’s probably just a human. It may take more than just seeing you for her to remember everything.” 

 Her eyes were wet with tears, and her heart was so big with warmth and need that she was scared that it would burst open at the seams. But she was even more terrified to lose the idea of you. Slowly and shakily, she nodded, her head bobbing up and down as she sealed her own fate. “I’ll go.” She saw Steve give her his fatherly and supportive smile, small yet full. “I’ll see her.” 

You didn’t know how you were gently swindled into giving Bucky your number. You knew that it was nothing but friendly, but he was so charming that you felt like you could never not know him. In fact, it felt like you already did know him. He said something about maybe commissioning an artwork of yours, and of course that excited you. You were going to meet him at a coffee shop, in a public place even though you weren’t the slightest bit afraid of him. But something felt different. 

 It started once you got into your car. You were driving to get to the shop when tingles came down your spine, and bumps raised on your arms, like someone was whispering against your skin. You started to feel warmth come and go in waves, brushing against your mind and then retreating again. You shook off all of the strong feelings as you turned your car off, parked in front of the coffee shop while the music from your speakers filled the silence, soft piano music that was perfect for the weather. 

  It was drizzling, the kind of weather that you liked to call a “lover’s drizzle” because of how often it was seen in romantic scenes. Scenes of confession, of reunion, of desperation between two lovers- more often than not, they had the mild rain to stand in. You turned the music down before shutting your car off and then stepping out, closing the door and locking it immediately before walking briskly to the entrance of the coffee shop with your recent drawings in hand. 

 Bucky wasn’t there when you arrived. In fact, hardly anyone was there besides the few employees, who smiled at you when you entered but otherwise fell back into conversation amongst themselves, which was fine with you. There was one beefy blonde man who was sitting with a laptop and a ball cap on. He glanced up for a moment and then took a double take, blinking hard at you with a star struck look on his face, and then he shot his gaze back down and went back to typing.

You sat down at a table for two, the only type of table that was there besides the long, awkward study tables that they had set up in the center of the room. You would much rather take the intimate setting of a two-seater than to sit in the middle of the shop, so you did just that. You flipped through your work, looking at it closely now that you had the time. He had mentioned something about possible portrait work for a friend of his, so you naturally brought most of the drawings that you had done with hands, arms, eyes, hair, nearly everything that was the closest to your heart. You rested your palm on top of them and watched your fingers trace the slender ones that you had drawn in what felt like by memory at the time, like you were just remembering the way an old friend’s hands used to look. You peeled that one back and looked into the eyes, the strangest and prettiest light green color that made your heart pound every time you looked at it. You took a deep breath in.

  “That’s gorgeous.” You jumped in your seat as the chair in front of you pulled out from under the table, and there was the charming brunet that you had met by the fountain, giving you the same welcoming smile that he first granted you. You smiled back without hesitation, your heart warming at the sight. “You sure can draw.” 

  “I try,” you joked, your grin nearly splitting your face. “Do you drink coffee?” 

“Nah,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “But I like tea, though.” You gave him a thoughtful look. 

“Are you into herbal healing?” 

You could have sworn that there was some sort of excitement in his eyes, but you weren’t sure enough by the time he opened his mouth again. “Yes, actually! What, does it look like I’m into it?” 

“No,” you answered, and it was true. Bucky was huge. He had the kind of build that intimidated other guys at the gym, the kind that made athletes jealous. He looked like the typical meathead, but he was sweeter than you could have imagined. But he looked nothing like a man who would be into herbal healing. “Just a guess.” 

“Pretty good guess,” he mused, and you grinned back. Your head was in the clouds of some strange deja vu when he asked you if you wanted something, and the entire exchange of whether or not you were going to pay was on the back burner as you sifted through your thoughts. By the time he came back, you noticed that you must have told him that you liked hot chocolate, and that he must have paid. You scolded him before he sat back down, waving you off. It was silent for a few moments as you looked out of the window, the rain still steadily working through the atmosphere. The cup was comfortingly warm. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

  With any other man, you would have immediately told him no, or at least have your guard up. But there was just something deep down, so buried that it was faint, but it was there, that told you that he was nowhere even close to being a threat. “Yes.”

 He nodded, taking a sip of his tea and then putting his cup down gently before giving you an intense look. “Who’s the girl?”  

You frowned. “What girl?” 

He raised a singular brow. “The one you draw.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat. You blinked twice, and then tilted your head to the side. “I don’t draw just one person,” you said slowly, the lie dragging its way out of your mouth and through your teeth. “They’re different people.” 

“Oh,” he said, but the smirk on his face told you that he knew you were lying to him and to yourself. You sipped your drink and something tugged at you, telling you to look out of the window and into the rain again, just one more time before you spilled your guts about seeing things- and then something caught your eye. A flash of a familiar reddish-brown. You turned your full body to look that way, and once you did, you nearly dropped your cup. 

  There was a woman staring back at you, eyes wide and full of so much emotion that the artist in you wanted to rush to make an unworthy attempt at capturing it. Her lips were parted in pure shock, but you were watching them tremble even from far away. She was getting slightly damp in the rain, but she stood there like it didn’t even matter, just locking eyes with you and sending your heart rate through the roof. When your eyes finally came back to hers after looking at her for what felt like the quickest eternity, you gasped. You knew those eyes. 

  If you weren’t so deep into gazing at the woman stuck behind the glass, you would have noticed the pleased and content look on Bucky’s face, and the look that he gave the big blond sitting with a ball cap on all by himself. You would have noticed the way that the blond man was turning his body towards your table, watching with the same amount of anticipation as Bucky was. You tried to understand why she looked so familiar, why she was scratching the part of your brain that always tried to convince you that you were much older than twenty something- and then it hit you. 

  You had been drawing this woman. And you had been thinking about her ever since you knew how to think. It was just the first time you were ever seeing the full picture. “I-” you muttered, eyes stuck on her and the way she looked like she was about to topple over from emotions. The words got stuck in your own throat as you weakly tried to get your mind to take you back to the conversation. “I- excuse me. I have to- I’ll be back- excuse me.” Your chair made a loud noise as you stood from the table in a haste, pushing the door open and walking towards the woman who was still standing on the sidewalk, dumbstruck. 

Before you even knew you were outside and into the rain, you were standing not even four steps away from the woman, who was now looking at you with an incomprehensible look on her face. You couldn’t even feel the rain on you. All you could feel was her gaze and the warmth that was settling in your stomach and chest, and the same intense familiarity that was hitting you when you looked at Bucky. But it was so much stronger. 

“I-” you frowned, taking a step closer and resisting the urge to reach out and touch her. “Do I know you? Have we met?” You had to have met. You had seen her in your sleep, in your daydreams, in your sketchbook. And still, you never could have imagined how beautiful she was. 

She was silent. 

“I know this is random and that I just bum rushed you, but, did we go to school together or something?” You were embarrassed. You had never begged someone to remember you before, but this woman was different. She hadn’t said a word to you, and you didn’t even know her name, but you were enraptured. You swore you knew her. You swore you saw her eyes glaze over for a second. 

“You really don’t remember, do you?” Her voice struck something familiar in your chest, something warm and comforting. It was so familiar, so far back in your memory that it felt like home. Her accent, her inflection, the way she spoke slowly yet deliberately. It was all there in your mind, but you just couldn’t figure out how you knew it so well. “You don’t remember who I am?” 

 That had you closing your mouth. You tilted your head to the side at what could have been a hostile question, but her tone made it sad. Did you forget a high school friend? “Oh, um, I know you from somewhere, but I can’t really-” 

 “Think.” The desperation in her voice made your knees shake. If she were anyone else, you would have told her to go away, but you couldn’t. You didn’t want her to go away. But you couldn’t quite place her either, even though your own heart was screaming at you to remember. 

  “I’m sorry,” you said, a hurt expression on your face. You braved yourself to leave, taking a deep breath and giving her a weak smile that embarrassed you even further. “This was weird of me. I’ll just-” 

 She was reaching for you. Time started to run slower as her pale arm extended towards you, long fingers that you had committed to memory and to paper a thousand times outstretched. Your mouth dropped open ever so slightly as you stood in place for a second, body still until you subconsciously leaned forward, your nerves buzzing under your skin. 

  For a second, the only thing you could do was look at the point where her skin touched yours. 

  You had seen magic before. You had seen it in movies and at theme parks and when miracles happened, but nothing ever like when her skin touched yours. You swore that the warmth that your body had been feeling kicked in even stronger, surrounding you in comfort. Her hand was wrapped around your arm, gentle yet begging, firm yet wishing all the same for something you couldn’t quite see yet. You looked up and into her eyes, the eyes you had drawn and seen so many times, and then you saw it. 

   You saw it in more than flashes. They were coming in at the speed of light, but somehow you were able to catch every moment and every feeling that came along. You heard her voice as clear as day, ringing with laughter. You saw the two of you attempting to skip stones. You saw her enchanting your stones behind your back to make you think you had actually done it. You saw her mouth brushing over your cheeks, your mouth, your forehead. You could feel her hands on you, holding you, protecting you, cherishing you all the same. You could remember the way that you felt when you saw her standing in traditional witch’s clothing, being inducted into her coven as a blossomed witch. You saw everything and nothing, and you remembered it all. 

Wanda. 

A strangled sound escaped your body, so feral that it scared you, but you didn’t care. You pulled her forward, your head clashing against her chest. You could feel her shaking, like she wanted nothing more than to hold you just as tightly, but she was hesitating. “Wanda,” you called out, hugging her tighter, and then, like something in the universe stretched too far and then snapped right back into place, she was returning the embrace. 

  “I thought I had lost you forever,” she said, her voice hollow yet so full, so expressive. “I lost you, darling.” 

  The memories were all there, like all it took was a touch, but you were still coping with the knowledge. You had been murdered. Murdered by witch hunters, way back when witches were known and feared. That had to have been hundreds of years ago, you knew it. But still, your focus was on Wanda. It always would be on Wanda, forever and always. Just like hers was on you. 

“You didn’t,” you managed to say, your own voice thick with emotion as you buried your face into her neck, finally feeling the texture of the hair that you tried so hard to get right. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere ever again.” 

“I’m sorry,” she said, suddenly sobbing in your arms. You had no idea how you weren’t being interrupted in the crowded streets, but when you took a look back inside of the cafe to see the men who you so clearly remembered as Steve and Bucky, you knew it had something to do with them and their fulfilled smiles. “I wasn’t able to save you. I let you die, and I’m so sorry, darling. I’m so sorry.” 

  Her words brought you back to the present. “Wanda, no. No, no, no.” You wanted to pull away and look at her face, but the second you started to, she held onto you even tighter. You leaned your head back onto her chest. “It wasn’t your fault. There was no way any of us could have known, and no way that you could have saved me. It was beyond us.” 

  “Nothing should have ever been beyond us.” She argued softly. “I’m so sorry.” 

“But it was,” you said. “And now it’s behind us. Don’t apologize, Wanda.” You wiggled around and got free enough to look up at her teary face. “I may not have recognized you, but now that I do, I can’t believe that I ever forgot you.”

   “A new life will do that to you.” 

“Is it really a new life if I remember everything?” You said softly, the rain long gone as you stood with each other, bodies nearly molded together with how close you were. 

  She pulled away to look down at you, her eyes and overall expression tense, and then there was a look that you recognized from a long time ago. It was a look of sweet desire. You closed the cap between the two of you, pressing your lips to hers in a way that proved that you were both two lost souls who had wandered their way back to their other halves. 

“It can be whatever you want it to be, darling.” Her lips brushed your again, soft and tender and eager for more touch. “As long as you let me be in it.” 

[somethinginthethunder]

could you write friends to lovers goshiki x reader where he PINES AND PINES AND HE FEELS LIKE EVERYTHING IS HOPELESS AND THEN... kith. reader gives him a big fat kith kith (... tongue ? 😳) hehehehe... pls. he's so cute.

Author’s Note: Hi hi hi! Thank you for being patient!! AND THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING BC WRITING THIS GAVE ME LIFE. Ah, and apologies if it’s not what you wanted and/or any of the characters are ooc! I’ve never quite written for Goshiki before! Thank you <3

Shares and feedback are appreciated!

Word count: 2,089

Summary: Goshiki has been pining after you for years, but the more he thinks about it, the more hopeless he becomes.

Warnings?: uhhh i don’t think so?

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“Goshiki.”

Said boy turned his head, pressing his lips together. 

“Y-Yes?” he shouted in response.

Ushijima handed him the ball, stepping toward him with an unbothered look in his eyes.

“Pay attention,” was all he said before resuming his own practice.

“Y-Yes, sir!” Goshiki responded, bowing in apology.

Damn, he thought. He shouldn’t have been so distracted.

But you were just there, stopping by the gym to greet your friend. You had waved your hand to him and called out, “Tsutomu!!” before moving on to get back to what you were originally doing.

Even just hearing his name from your lips took him out of the world. It was frustrating how you had him wrapped around your finger. But, then again, it made his heart flutter, too.

“What’s this?” Tendou hummed. “Looks like Tsutomu has hearts in his eyes!” 

“H-Heart... eyes?” he squeaked, almost dropping his recently returned ball.

Ohira turned his head. “It’s nice that you have a crush on L/n, but don’t let it take away from your playing, Goshiki.”

The bowl-cut brat didn’t respond, sighing under his breath in frustration. He didn’t even bothering trying to deny his feelings this time. 

They were right. He got distracted way too easily.

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“Y/n-san!” 

Both you and Goshiki blinked at the newcomer who had so suddenly interrupted your conversation.

“Yes?” you murmured, leaning back in your seat.

He looked very nervous. His hands were behind his back, yet you could still tell they were shaking.

“I- I like you!” he confessed quite loudly. 

The rest of the class went silent as they realized what was happening, pausing their conversations to look right at you.

The boy who supposedly had a crush on you presented you with a letter, sweating nervously for your next move. 

Beside you, Goshiki was trying not to show his jealousy and irritation. He gripped the end of his shirt and furrowed his brows as he watched you, afraid you might accept and/or reciprocate his feelings. Who did he think he was, just walking up to you like that?

Oh, but God, he wished he had those kinds of guts.

His heart began to tighten when he saw you take the letter, setting it in your lap and inspecting its quality. For some reason, though, you did not open it. Nor did you seem interested in doing so.

“Ah,” you said. “That’s very kind of you,” you smiled. “However, as I do not know you and do not want to lead you on, I’ll have to admit that I do not quite return your feelings. Thank you, though.”

Your confessor noticeably looked disappointed and embarrassed, nodding in response.

“Of course! Thank you!” he declared, hastily walking out of the room. 

Your eyes momentarily followed his retreating form, humming to yourself. How strange. That was the second time this week.

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“Don’t you think you’re being a bit blunt with them, Y/n?” Goshiki murmured, finishing the last bite of his popsicle.

He didn’t care much about how she was rejecting her admirers as long as she was rejecting them (selfish, perhaps?). However, this did instill a fear into him that she would react just as bluntly if she ever was told about his feelings for her. This also added onto the risk of losing their long-lasting friendship, which was one of the things he cherished most.

You laughed, which surprised him greatly. “I don’t know what he was expecting! I hardly knew him, and I don’t have time to go on dates that most likely won’t be worth my time since, y’know, I didn’t like him in the first place,” you said, your voice calming down. “Besides, he didn’t really know me either. He probably just thinks I looked cool during my games and liked the idea of me instead.”

“B-But you don’t just look cool! You are cool!” the raven-haired boy retorted. Jumping slightly at his outburst, you raised a brow in doubtfulness. “I mean, you’re one of the strongest girls on the volleyball team, you’re super smart, know how to read people super well, and even got in a good word from Ushijima-san! You’re one of the coolest people I know!”

His words had taken you aback, heat rising in your cheeks and a laugh bubbling softly within you.

“That’s sweet, Tsutomu. Thank you. But nonetheless,” you resumed walking away from him and to the girl’s dorms. “The odds still weren’t in his favor.”

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Goshiki could remember the first time he realized he liked you. Back then it was just a tiny crush. 

“C’mon, Tsutomuuu! How are you going to be an all-star ace if you can’t even match my spikes?” you whined, sitting next to the taller kid.

He was in a mood, grumbling to himself as he just couldn’t seem to get into the groove of playing today. You had both agreed to practice spiking with each other and a couple of other friends after school got out.

Noticing this, you placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned forward to grasp his attention. It was almost too close for his standards (but we all know he really didn’t mind).

“Oi,” you said. “You better not start giving up today just because you’re frustrated,” you scolded, talking down on him.

“Wha?” he asked, scrunching his nose to look at you, trying to hide the blush rising to his cheeks as you inched your face closer.

“You know what’s worse than failing even after you tried your hardest?” you continued, ignoring the looks your got from the rest of the kids. “Giving up before the game’s even ended!!” you shouted, patting his back firmly, receiving a soft ‘ow’ from Goshiki.

 “So stop sitting on the ground like the loser you aren’t and come try and beat me!”

You stood up, wiping the dust from your legs and offering him your hand. He cocked his head to the side like he was trying to figure you out before letting a smile spread onto his face. 

And suddenly, just by your words, he was on top of the world again. But it hit different this time. Because for the first time since he met you, butterflies began to form in his stomach.

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The more he thought about how great you were and how much he’s pined after you, the more he’d get discouraged.

You just seemed so out of his league and uninterested in having a romantic connection with anyone. Why would you ever consider giving him a chance?

“Tsutomu?” you said softly, waving your hand in front of your best friend’s face.

“Sorry, sorry!” he apologized, snapping out of it. “What were you saying?”

You laughed at his spaced out moment, leaning back against the tree you both sat by.

“Since I’ve been having a few more confessions than usual, I was wondering if you were going to try your luck on any girls, yourself,” you said, repeating your statement.

Goshiki’s face turned red for a second. “Oh,” he murmured. He already knew the answer to this question, yet still acting as though he had to think about it.

Pursing his lips, he said, “Well… I do like this one girl.” He hesitated, noticing your eyebrow raise in the periphery of his vision. “But I don’t think she likes me back.”

“Whaaat?” you sighed, leaning forward and resting your hands on your legs. You seemed very captivated by his admittance.

“There’s no way she doesn’t like you back! You’re a pretty cool guy!” you added, your brows knitting together.

“Ah, trust me,” he laughed lightly, scratching the back of his head. “She’s really cool. Out of my league, actually. I’ve liked her for awhile, too, but after all these years, I just don’t think she’s ever gonna like me back. Everyday when I see her, I pinch myself just to make sure I’m not dreaming. If I could just get to her level…” he trailed off, looking down at his hands.

You both stayed like that for quite some time. In fact, none of you said anything. This made him nervous. Oh, no, did you think he was weird now? Did you figure him out and now hate him? Why were you being so quiet?

“Tsutomu,” you finally said, your voice oddly emotionless.

He tensed slightly at the sound of your voice, preparing himself for whatever was going to happen next.

“Wh- huh?!” he cut himself off, taken by surprise when your hands began to hold his face.

For a fraction of a second he could see the soft smile on your face and the look in your eyes before you leaned forward and kissed him.

His brain stopped and his heart felt like there were fireworks going off inside. Panicked and confused, his hands shot up to yours, but he didn’t pry them away from his face. Instead, he rested them on top of yours, allowing you to press him up against the tree as he finally realized what was going on.

You were kissing him. 

Deciding that he couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste, he made the bold move of incorporating his tongue, which you gladly obliged. It was much less a battle of strength and more of an exploration of each other.

It was surreal being able to kiss you for the first time. The world was suddenly gone, and it was just the two of you. Nobody else in the entire world existed. Just you and him.

When you (unfortunately had to) pull away, you didn’t move from your spot.

Goshiki finally noticed that he was the one pressed against the tree, with you between him as you both held each other. His face was on fire, and his mind was racing so fast that he could barely remember his name.

“H-How did you know it was you?” he asked breathily, forgetting to breathe when you intertwined your fingers with his and brought them down from his face.

Again with that damn smile, you leaned back to get a better look at him. 

“I had a suspicion, but I didn’t act on it until you talked about the pinching thing,” you admitted.

“Wait, you noticed that? I thought you couldn’t see me doing it!” he replied.

“It was a bit noticeable after a couple of times. I didn’t exactly piece together that it was you pinching yourself, but when you told about how you did it everytime you saw the supposed ‘girl’, I put two and two together,” you answered, letting your thumb glide over his palm.

“Oh…” he murmured, his shoulders relaxing, though the blush on his face certainly didn’t. “Does this mean… you like me too?”

“Well, duh, silly! Why would I have my first kiss with you if I didn’t?” you chuckled, amused by his question. Though, of course, you couldn’t blame him.

“Ah, alright!” he said. He was nervous, but pumped up at the same time.

The two of you stood there in that position. It was almost as if you two were waiting for something.

“Alright, come on. It’s getting late and practice starts early tomorrow,” you said, releasing his hands and pressing a soft kiss to his nose before standing up (Lord help him, you just made him a hundred times softer for you). “Let’s measure our jumping heights tomorrow. Bet you can’t beat me,” you grinned, offering him your hand just like you did all those years ago.

“H-Hey! I’m the taller one, here!” he objected, attempting to shake off the light feeling in his stomach. He took your hand and pulled himself up. 

“So?” you countered. It sounded as if there were two meanings to the question, but you wouldn’t confirm, stuffing your hands in your pockets and gesturing for him to start the walk back home with you.

He caught on to your inquiry, stepping forward before stopping himself.

“Y/n!” he said confidently (though, in reality, he was more nervous than ever). He clutched his hands into fists.

Stopping in your place just a few feet ahead of him, you turned around. “Yeah?” you hummed.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” he asked, almost shouting his offer. If he were any louder, the neigboring buildings might’ve had a chance to hear him.

You blinked at his question, your chest tightening and face heating up. Your surprise only lasted for a fraction of a second before you put your hands on your hips and gave him his answer.

“I would!”

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disclaimer: i would like to clarify that when goshiki is pinching himself, it isn’t enough to seriously harm himself at all!! i would not recommend it! it’s just enough to receive a response, and he most certainly doesn’t do it every time he sees you!

[ghoularaki]

neon angels

↠  summary: In the Underground it was dog eat dog world. You did whatever you could to survive, but one day you were caught in the act of stealing. A strange man by the name of Dabi gave you deal to either tame an untamable beast or go to jail. This leads you into the cage known as monster fighting. Your goal? Defeat the top dog, Shinsou Hitoshi. 

↠  word count: 11,520

↠ pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader, 

↠ genre/warnings: smut, angst, cyberpunk au, aged up (hinted dabitoga), heavy blood and gore, monster fighting, major character death, domestic abuse, mention of cocaine, crude language, graphic sex scene (hate fucking, degradation, manhandling, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex pls wrap it before you tap it, orgasm denial, overstimulation)

↠ a/n: this is heavily inspired by love death and robots’ first episode bc i’m so obsessed with it. also you can’t convince me that toshi doesn’t perfect fit the cyberpunk aesthetic. n e weigh, i hope you enjoy reading!!

The bitter taste of blood filled your mouth. Your feet slap against the metal floors beneath you as you run for your life. There was no time to spit out the blood from your panting mouth so you were stuck with your coppery life essence on your tongue. Not too far from you was a group of policemen chasing you down with batons raised high in the air. Sweat drops started to form on your cupid’s bow as you fled. You ignored it. A stuttering breath left your aching lungs. God, all you wanted to do was lay down for five years, but you simply did not have that luxury.

“Get back here, you thieving cunt!” One of the men spat.

Ever the fucking charmers, you seethed to yourself. 

The winding alleyways of the Underground whipped by you as you tried to find ways to avoid the doom that licked at your heels. Those policemen that barked at you like the damn dogs they are were starting to get too close for comfort. In your haste, you knocked over the trash cans that stood to the side. Sadly, the policemen easily evaded them. Glancing behind you, you almost screamed when you could almost taste the foul breath of the man closest to you. 

“Fuck.” You were about to cry.

Not paying attention to where you were looking, you took a right instead of a left. Stumbling with your eyes still on the men behind you, you smacked right into a dead end. High on adrenaline, your eyes bounced around to find a way to escape. Before you could even formulate a plan, you were slammed back into the wall with a baton crushing your spine. 

“You’re in deep shit, Missy,” the sleazy cop said.

You scrunch your nose at the cigarette smoke heavy on his tongue. “And you need to brush your fucking teeth.”

Your snark was only answered by him jabbing the baton hard into the bones of your spine. All you could do was hiss. He roughly took the handcuffs from his side and bound your hands together. They were so tight that you could feel your fingers turn cold from the lack of circulation. Yanking you off the wall that was scraping the skin of your cheek, you were half tempted to spit the blood that pooled behind your teeth at the dogs that wrangled you towards the station. 

See, your whole life you were trapped in this hell called the Underground. No bit of sunlight hit this place and there wasn’t even a hint of earthly substance around. Every inch besides the gardens kept for sustenance was covered in metal and neon lights. It was a giant cage that the less fortunate were confined to. The Underground was for those that society forsaken, a hell for the living before the afterlife of Lucifer’s real pyre. It wasn’t a jump to believe those here already signed a spot in eternal flames, considering the shit you have to do to survive. Especially if you were a female. You either stole or sold your body. On the rare occasion you could land a job, but that was unlikely. 

You were one of the few girls that refused to fall victim to the world of sex work. It was a messy thing to get involved in with this world. There was no guarantee of safety and a high chance to get pregnant and addicted to street drugs that would kill you in ten years max. To be honest you were born from one of the many prostitutes that roamed the steel streets and at the age of five, your mother decided to choose drugs over you. 

Unaware of the dangers out there, you learned very quickly that no one gave a shit about a kid. It was just another mouth to feed. That’s when you found out that you were very good at stealing. You were agile, silent and small enough to creep through the metal, becoming one with the fifth element. Quite rapidly, you were the new nuisance that terrorized those just as unfortunate as you. But it was a dog eat dog world. Why care if a family didn’t eat if no one cared that a homeless child was nothing more than skin and bones? Survival of the fittest.

You were best the thief out there, or at least that’s what you thought. 

Lost in your thoughts, you were brought to the station a lot faster than you anticipated. With the same carelessness they had employed since the beginning, they threw you onto the chair and unlocked your cuffs just to lock your wrists to the table in front of you. Now that your hands were in front of you, you could see the ugly shade of purple they were turning. The numbness was becoming alarming, but you know that if you complained all you would get was a blow to the head. The policemen were fucking dogs. Sadly, they ran the Underground. Not some rich asshole that sat on the higher level but the ones that could maim with no repercussions. 

“The girl’s hands are fucking purple, what is wrong with you fucks?” You heard a voice say.

You looked up from the steel table. God, you were fucking sick of seeing the color grey. Before you was a man with heavy scarification that ran from his bottom lip to the mid of the back of his hand. Speaking of needing color, his burned skin was a gnarly violet. The skin was being held together by surgical staples. That must fucking kill. 

A cigarette hung from his full lips. With poised swagger, he sauntered over to you. The mystery man leaned against the table staring you down with nearly glowing, river eyes. 

“So Babydoll, what would you do to get out of those handcuffs?” He offers what’s you a sleazy smile. So much for friendliness.

“Almost as much not to hear you fucking call me such a cliche petname again. Who the fuck do you think you are?” 

You knew men like him in the Underground never had good intentions. He could offer paradise but that would only lead to a life of prostitution and drugs. You refused to go down that path. 

“Whatever you say Babydoll, let’s make a deal,” he gave you another smirk. “Keep in mind that I’m the only one keeping you from going jail. Stealing is a pretty big deal here, you know, so I would choose carefully.”

You snarled at his underlying threat, but you knew that you didn’t have many options. “What the fuck do you want, you casanova wannabe?” 

His teeth grinded in annoyance at you but he tried to mask it with a strained simper. 

Ignoring his rising ire, he continued, “have you ever heard of monster fights?”

Of course you have. You weren’t deaf to the beasts that were hidden in the city walls. Monster fights are similar to dog fights but much, much more brutal. Thing is, no one knew where these fights took place besides those that took part in them. You could almost laugh at the ridiculousness that one of those involved is most likely giving you a proposition to join. 

“Who hasn’t?” You answered with a question and a raised brow. 

“Well, there is a monster that no one can tame, so if you can make that cunt your bitch then I will put you under my wing—” 

You scoff at his arrogance. Just exactly who is this prick?

“You laugh now Babydoll, but I'm a very important person. If you get on my good side, I can guarantee your safety.”

This man crouched down further, his piercing gaze kept on you as you wrestled with uncertainty. You worried your lip, not sure if you should listen to him. Monster fighting? You had zero experience with that part of the Underground, and he expected you to control an untamable beast? He must be insane.

“Tell me your name and I’ll help you, but you have to promise you aren’t pulling my leg. If you go back on your word, I won’t hesitate to slit your ugly throat.” You kept your gaze on him, and this time there was hell flame that rivaled the blue fire in his eyes. 

“Already making threats? Not very good etiquette, but I like my girls bratty. The name’s Dabi, Babydoll,” he slithered out. His eyes racked up and down your body, gaze lingering too long on your cleavage. 

His name rang no bells, but you also never paid attention to those that ran this shithole besides the police so you could escape as fast as possible. 

“I’m not your fucking girl.” 

Dabi ignored the bite and turned his attention to your hands that were the same color as his scarification. Wordlessly, he took the key from his pocket and unlocked your wrists. Sighing in relief, you cradled your hands to your chest. You clenched and unclenched your fingers to bring the circulation back. 

“Come on,” Dabi held a hand out for you to grab, “we have to leave before those assholes come back.”

You weren’t shocked that he wasn’t working for the police, no one in their right mind would. Not wanting to get thrown into a grey cell, you reluctantly clutch his hand. It was surprisingly warm. Shamelessly, he intertwined your fingers together. Disgust crossed your face at the gesture but you let him lead you.

“Surprised you’re letting me touch you, Babydoll.”

“My fucking name is Y/N, you manwhore. I’m only doing it so I don’t get lost. I’ve never been to the cages, if you haven’t realized,” you sassed with a shiteating grin. 

A scowl crossed Dabi’s face. “Someone should the fuck the brat out of you.”

“Too bad it won’t be you,” you rolled your eyes, already aware that he was going to be a huge pain in your ass. 

The conversation ended there. You guessed you pissed him off enough to make him shut his ever running trap. Good. He was only there to be security, nothing more. 

Hands still interlocked, you both weaved your way through the streets. The caged material of the sidewalks rattled from your weight. You always hated how you could see the world underneath, and it only got worse the higher up you went in the Underground. There were five levels, and the higher up, the more money and power you had. Currently you were on the second level, not the worst but certainly not the best. 

The further you went into the city, the more lights there were. They glowed a lavender hue, something you couldn’t help but notice as you descended. Sweat collected on your palms that were clasped in Dabi’s. It was not rare for people to fall down the levels, but it was rare to reach up a level after your descent. Almost like the gates of hell. 

“Where the fuck are you taking me?” You tried to keep the anxiety out of your voice, but you faltered. 

“Trust me, Babydoll, I won’t harm you while we have our deal in tact.”

“Not to be a pain in the ass,” Dabi clicked his tongue already aware you would be anyway, “but I have known you for maybe an hour, how do expect me to trust you?”

“Because I’m the only one that’s your passage between the levels. Like Charon but without the ugly mug,” he flirted with a handsome smirk.

“Keep telling yourself that, Scarface.” You let the conversation end there, not even bothering to correct him. 

The silence was suffocating, but it did help you become more aware of your surroundings. The whirling machines and coughs of carbonated lungs pounded in your ears. It was no surprise that down here it was difficult to get clean air. Yes, oxygen was pumped through the vents, but it was stale and synthetic like the rest of this goddamn place. Soon you entered a hallway with a lowered roof, men and women glued to its sides. Cigarettes hung from their mouths just like Dabi, who sparked the tobacco to life with a zippo lighter. You were half tempted to sneer that this was no help to the already smoky air, but held your tongue. Maybe on level two you would have barked a command, but here, you held no power. You were at the bottom of the food chain once again. 

You both entered a more secluded area, sectioned off from the rest. The blaring purple lights changed to the dim, regular light you were used to. The contrast from purple to yellow stung and you blinked your eyes rapidly to adjust. Bluish dots swam into your vision. You followed Dabi down more hallways until you reached a door. 

He slammed his hand against the button next to it and the door slid open with the scraping sound of metal against metal. Releasing his hand from yours, he placed it onto the small of your back, shoving you into the room. Your feet knocked against each other as you stumbled passed the doors. Trying to stabilize yourself, your hands pressed against the humongous glass container in the far back of the room. Sweaty palms stuck to the container as your head bumped against the glass. The cold felt nice against your forehead, but the pain that followed the impact did not. Your lip pulled back into a rabid sneer as you were about to growl at Dabi when a beast snarled first. 

Your stomach dropped.

Your heart slid down into the pit of your stomach as your eyes widened. Pulling yourself away from the glass, you lifted your head to see said beast laid within the liquid of the container. Nausea began to hit you as you walked backwards. The further back you walked, the more of the beast you saw. It was never ending. 

Step, step, step, step, thud. 

You flinched when your back hit Dabi’s solid chest. He placed hot hands onto your shoulders as he leaned in close to you. The rough skin of his bottom lip licked the shell as he began to whisper in your ear.

“Where did all that bravado go, brat?” His tone was mean as he smirked.

The bastard loved your fear, drank it up like it was the last drop of whiskey on earth. Your eyes stayed locked onto the beast in front of you, or rather the monster you could only assume you were meant to tame. It was huge from your standpoint, but also lithe. It wasn’t the bulkiest but its height was bone chilling. 

This monster tilted its head at you while your gaze did not leave it. The damned thing smirked at you and you knew it could smell the fear that protruded from your body. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you gritted your teeth to keep them at bay. 

“Now that you’ve met your new pet, we can get this show on the road.” Giving your trembling shoulders a squeeze, Dabi finally peeled himself off of you. 

You paid no mind to him as he sauntered over to the work table, piled high with trinkets and wires. Carefully, you made your way back to the monster until you were chest to chest with the glass once again. Spying the handprints you left, you cranes your head back to look at the beast. 

“Look buddy, I don't want to be in this mess any more than you do.” 

The monster sneered in retaliation. 

This time you refuse to shake. You did not shiver when it revealed its blood stained teeth. The monster scowled when you did not back down. This time you will be equals.  

Staring down the monster with a scowl, you didn’t realize that Dabi made his way back to you. His steel-toed boots clacked against the floor, ringing in your ears. Your head pivoted to look at him while you crossed your arms. Pinched between his slender fingers was what you assumed to be a chip of some sort. It couldn’t have been any bigger than a dime. 

Seeing that he had your full attention, he tapped the minuscule chip with his nail. “This puppy will be what connects you to your monster, when I insert this chip you and the monster will become one per say. Neither of you can control each other, but you will work as one body. Like a cog in a machine, you push because it pulls and vice versa. Got it, Babydoll?”

“Sure,” was all you said.

Whatever the connection was was probably more complicated than how Dabi explained it, but he seemed to be a man of few words so you didn’t push for a better explanation. Best to just wing it, you guessed. 

He turned your face back to the monster, or rather your monster. A large, hot hand creeped up from your chin to cradle the right side of your face. His touch was oddly gentle. 

Searing pain came from your left temple.

A scream almost broke from your quivering lips. The bastard jammed the chip into your temple, the prongs came out and then dug into your flesh. Hissing, you looked up at your monster to see it flinching with you. The chip was fully embedded so Dabi finally pulled away, but the heat of his palm lingered. You knew there was a reason he was being uncharastically sweet. Trying to mask your tears, you wiped the blood that trickled down your cheek.

Surprisingly, you didn’t feel this connection at all. Nothing seemed to be different. Yet, your monster leaned in closer to you. Just when you were about to reach your hand out towards her, the door opened with the sound ghastly screeching. 

“Dabi!” A sickly sweet voice cooed. 

Whipping your head around, there stood a woman groping Dabi’s arm. Bewilderment was evident in your face. Who the fuck was this chick?

“Get the fuck off of me, Psycho,” Dabi bit, but made no movement to push her away. 

Calculating pupils danced between the two. Despite his harsh words, Dabi gazed down at her with lust and underlying care in his cold eyes. 

You couldn’t deny that she was very pretty. She couldn’t be much older than you, most likely the same age. Her skin was a soft ivory and a heavy blush adorned her cheeks and nose that gave her an innocent visage. But the illusion was ruined by the crop top and low rise jeans she wore. Her tight stomach was showing, along with a cleavage that could make even those most gentlemanly man stare. Glimmering blonde hair was pulled into two messy buns, stray hair sticking from them as bangs hung over her forehead. Damn, this woman was a sight to behold. If you didn’t have the feeling that she was Dabi’s property then you would have tried your luck. 

“Oh, who is this?” She purred, moving away from Dabi to strut towards you. 

Her short stature was elevated by the platform boots she was clad in. The woman came up in front of you and draped her arms over your shoulders. One of her hands brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck, her long, sharpened nails scraping against you. A shudder ran down your spine. Licking her full lips that were painted with sinful rouge, her fang-like canines poked through her smile. Her hand rose went to cup your face like Dabi had as she turns it right to left to inspect you. She liked what she saw, evident by the way she smirked. 

Until her pretty face pinched in confusion.

A knowing smile broke out onto her blushing visage. Daintly, she peered over her shoulder to shoot a grin at Dabi, her touch still heavy on your cheek.

“Nice pick, Dabi. What a cute newbie you got us.” 

“Damn right she is, too bad she’s a fucking brat,” he drawled out.

You did not like how she bit her lip at the word brat, but you despised more how they were talking like you weren’t in the room. 

You couldn’t deny you were attracted to this woman but you did not trust her at all. Cautiously, you pulled yourself away from her, stepping back until you unconsciously bumped into the glass container. Your monster squirmed closer to you. You pressed your hand to the glass just like before, but this time you felt safe. 

The woman pouted at how you pulled away, but didn’t let it deter her. “My name is Toga, how about you, pretty girl?” Her voice was smooth like strawberry candy.

“Y/N.” There was attitude in your voice when you glared at Dabi at the last syllable. 

“Anyway, why are you here?” Dabi asked, purposely ignoring your scolding gaze. 

“Oh!” Her face lit up in realisation, “The fight is about to start so we better go.”

“I’m already fucking fighing? You didn’t tell me that!” You barked, enraged at how short notice this was. 

“You didn’t tell her?” Toga growled at Dabi, her words minced. 

“I forgot.” The bastard wasn’t even the least bit concerned.

Your nails dug into the glass, the urge to run away made your feet tingle. Whenever you sensed danger, you had always fled and it had saved your ass up until recently when you got too cocky. Realistically speaking, yes you could slip by the two of them — you had done something like that before — but you had no way to get down to level two. You were royally fucked. 

“What happened to ensuring my safety, asshole?” 

“Ah, ah, Babydoll, I only said I would when you tamed the cunt,” he mocked, one of his staples almost popped by his sleazy grin. 

“There is no use arguing, we have to go,” Toga strained on the last word. 

She grabbed your wrist and ripped you from the only sense of security you had. Passing by Dabi, you only stared at your monster, spying how she reached for you, too. 

Slipping through the door, it shut and just like that you were in winding hallways once again. Toga kept her grip on you, leading you towards the ring as Dabi walked behind you.

“Tonight, Newbie, you’re going up against a tough guy,” Toga began.

“Why the fuck is that?” You scowled at her.

“Gotta prove your self worth, Babydoll.”

“That doesn’t explain shit.”

Toga clicked her tongue at your mouth, now understanding what Dabi meant. Can’t say she didn’t like it though. 

She continued her explanation, “You’ll be up against Shinsou, who’s the top dog with an even bigger monster.”

“The biggest in the industry,” Dabi cut in. 

Toga turn to you and gave a perverted smile, “I heard his cock is the biggest too”

You returned a disgusted look.

“Don’t tell me you're a prude, Babydoll.” He came up behind to walk on your other side when the hallway got bigger. Too wide in your opinion as those purple, neon lights lined the walls. You were all bathed in lilac. Dabi’s eyes only shined more against the cool palette before you all. 

“No, I’d just rather not hear about the dick of dude that’s about to fucking kill me.”

“Have it your way.” He shrugged while shoving his hands into his leather jacket.

Now at the end of the hall, the muffled roars of gaggles beat against your eardrums. Toga brought you right to the edge of where you were supposed to enter.

“Word of advice, Newbie, since I quite like you,” she licked her lips while her eyes racked up and down your figure, “the heavier they are, the harder they fall.”

Her advice only left you more confused. Against the crowd, the bellowing voice of the announcer called your name. 

“Good luck,” Toga sung, right before she shoved you out.  

You were instantly overstimulated by all that bombarded your senses. The mesh of that familiar purple, along with pink and blue flash around you. There was graffiti that was illuminated by a hot pink. Rows upon rows of people filled the tall hexagon you were thrown into. Below you where your platform sat was the cage that was just a cement sink hole. Zero safety precautions were taken, as there were people on the same level as the monsters who were about to fight. Among the rowdy crowds were men that threw an onslaught of slurs and provocative comments at you. 

The announcer went on to mock you as well, about how big your balls must be for such a small girl going up against the top dog. You paid no mind since you had heard it all before. These people were no match for you. Shinsou was no match for you, you had to win.

Across the cage was the other contestant and the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was a good several meters away from you, but from what you could see his looks were not meant to be taken lightly. His hair was an unruly lavender and he had a pale complexion that glowed in the neon lights. Glancing down, you couldn’t help but notice the bionic arm that replaced his fleshy, right one but for some reason it just added more to his appeal.

From what you could see there was ire in his stance from where he stood. He locked eyes with you and bares his teeth at you just like the monsters hidden beneath the floor. This had to be the topdog, Shinsou. And he was going to rip you apart piece by piece.

The announcer spoke the queue and the rattling of monsters being released from their confinement vibrated in your shivering rib cage.

It was show time.

Out from their cages under the ground, both monsters emerged. Toga wasn’t joking when she said that Shinsou’s monster was huge. Its frame dwarfed your monster’s slender one. The top of the monster’s head peeked over the cement cage’s rim. 

Both monsters were covered in metal armor. You felt bad for whatever poor sod had to clothe these beasts. Before you could analyze each monster any more, they went at it. 

Metal clashed against metal. Teeth snapped against teeth. 

While Shinsou’s monster was indeed large and stocky, yours had slender muscles and more of a swimmer physique. Shinsou seemed to know this since he sent his monster delivering heavy handed hit after heavy handed hit. 

You had no idea what to do so you could only scream to your monster survive!

And that’s what she tried to do. 

Shinsou’s monster shoved her up against the cement wall, cornering her. It utilized its weight, crushing your monster until you could hear the sickening crunch of breaking bones. Your monster cried such an awful screech that you felt yourself cry, too. 

Thud, crack, thud, crack. 

You had no idea what to do. You were both cornered.

Even when she bit a chunk out of the monster’s shoulder, it didn’t even flinch. She dug the claws on her feet, similar to a rabbit’s into the belly. Nothing worked.

She was absolutely getting her ass kicked.

Think, think, think. What the fuck was Toga talking about?

Copper weighed on your tongue from biting your lip so hard. You analyzed Shinshou’s monster that was a brutal weight up against your monster’s lithe frame. There was no denying the weight class between the two, it wasn’t fair. 

“The heavier they are, the harder they fall,” you spoke out loud, praying the words will give solace. “Harder they fall…”

Oh.

God, you were fucking stupid.

Sensing what you meant, your monster slipped from its grip to slide between its outstretched legs. Due to its weight, it was too slow to catch her before she jumped on its back. With all her might, she sunk her claws into the jugular and pulled.

The sound of flesh being torn from bone never left your ears. As if to say, I’m not weak, bitch, your monster ripped Shinsou monster’s head off, dragging the spine along with it. 

She threw the head and spine against the wall, the residue blood splatting on the crowd. You swore you heard someone vomit. Your monster rode the headless body as the beast fell and the ground shook. With one last battle cry, your monster slithered back into the ground, bathed in the blood of glory.

When the boisterous announcer proclaimed your victory, all you could do was stare into space. The world became muffled, and you felt like you were sitting at the bottom of a pool. From the corner of your hazy vision, Shinsou had jumped up from where he was sitting and barked profanities. Hate now radiated from his body. All you could do was blankly stare as he threw threats at you just like the crowd did. Luckily, Toga came and pulled you away just as Shinsou was about to round the corner to come for you. 

Her hand was tight on your forearm as she dragged you down those hallways that reminded you of Shinsou’s hair. The purple really made her honey irises pop. She didn’t take you to the room Dabi first brought you. Instead of turning right, she goes left instead. Toga took you to a room that had glittering, red beads instead of a door. Her petite hands pulled away the beads to reveal Dabi lounging on a velvet couch with a cigarette in his mouth. 

He peels himself from the couch, standing in front of you as Toga goes over to the dresser on the left side of the doorway. Taking a cigarette from the metal container on the top, she gracefully puts it between her rosy lips. 

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Babydoll,” Dabi muttered. 

His eyes were lidded as he gave you a lazy grin. He brings up a hand to twirl a lock of your hair between his long fingers. 

“Yeah, no fucking help to you,” you snapped. 

At your attitude, he tugs the strand as you slap his hand away. 

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, Babydoll.”

Taking a huff of the cigarette, he removed it from his lips. In retaliation, he blows the smoke right into your face. You instantly cough at the contaminated thick air. With a pinched face, you harshly shove his chest, satisfied at how he stumbled backwards. A snarl revealed your teeth as you pivoted on your foot and stomped out of the room. The beads rattled behind you. You paid no mind and kept walking. 

You had no idea where you were going. You just let your feet guide you to where they wanted to go. Eventually, you arrive at a room that you guess is similar to Dabi’s work room. The door was open so you took that as an open invitation to walk in. 

Upon entering you see that on the far left sat a glass container similar to where your monster was in. An overhead red light illuminated the glass, but there wasn’t a monster inside. You did not question it as you looked to the left of the cage to see a workbench filled with metal parts and a spare, broken robot arm.

Just whose room were you in?

The door slammed closed. A gasp left you as you whirled around to see why it suddenly shut only to come nose to chest with the last man you want to be alone in a secluded room with. Standing before you was Shinsou and was he even more stunning up close. 

“Why the fuck are you in my room?” He growled. A cool fire welded in those lavender eyes.

“The door was open,” you dumbly said. 

The corner of his lip quirks in amusement but his thick, violet eyebrows stayed furrowed. Up closer you could see his eyes were the same shade as his unruly hair and that he had three gnarly scars across his sculpted features. He was a pure roguish work of art. His hulking form dwarfed you and his bionic arm just posed more of a threat.

“Give me a reason I shouldn’t kill you right now, Angel.” Shinsou seethed, bending down to get in your face.

Your hand instinctively hovered over the knife you kept in your pocket. Yet another nickname that infuriated you beyond belief. 

“Don’t fucking call me that!” 

You were pissed off. If you heard another name besides yours, you might actually scream.

“Then what should I call the person that humiliated me in front of hundreds?”

A scoff left your lungs, a scrutinized look graced your face, “So this is a matter of damn pride.”

“It’s more than pride, sweetheart. Since you’re a newbie let me explain this to you loud and clear. Rank means everything here, and whether you’re top dog is a matter of life and death. And you—”

He brings his fleshy, pointer finger up to poke you in the chest but you bring up your hand to backhand it away. Shinsou reached out to clutch your delicate wrist with his metal hand. He spun you around so that your back was adhered to his hard chest. Your wrist still trapped, he laid his bionic arm across your neck. Naturally, you craned your neck away from danger, causing your head to rest upon his muscular pectorals. 

“Don’t even try it. I am stronger and faster than you,” he whispered in your ear. His faint scruff brushed against your cheek. 

“Keep telling yourself that, pretty boy.” You squirmed in his hold to try to bring a leg up and take out his knee. 

Knowing exactly what you were about to do, Shinsou snaked his left arm around your waist to keep you still and placed his feet against yours, spreading them so you had no way to kick. You were completely trapped. Not one to give up, you kept wiggling. What you didn’t notice was how you kept pushing your ass up against his crotch.

God, did Shinsou want to fucking rip you apart limb by limb, just like your monster did to you...but he couldn’t deny what a pretty little  thing you were. The more you squirmed, the more he felt his cock stir. 

A growl rumbled in his throat, “You better stop moving, Angel, unless you want me to bend you over and fuck you right here and now.”

His words stun you. As you stood completely still, you felt his heavy bulge right up against the plush skin of your ass. 

“Didn’t take you as one to get so easily turned on. Are you going to cum in your pants from a little touching, pretty boy?” you mocked. 

“You act like you aren’t already dripping, Angel. I bet if I touched you right now, I could slip a finger in no problem.” 

The deep timbre of his voice had you melting and you couldn’t deny the arousal that formed a dark spot on your panties. Not that you would let him know that.

“Unlike you, I actually have some self restraint,” you teased while rolling your ass up against him. 

Sick of you being a brat, he put both hands on the neckline of your flimsy tank top and ripped it with ease. A gasp escaped as your breasts were exposed and your nipples pebbled as they hit the cold air. His hands let the thin fabric fall as they cupped your sensitive breasts. The feeling of cold metal against your hot skin was different but not unwelcome. 

“No bra? You really are a slut.” 

Shinsou’s breath against your neck didn’t help you hide just how turned on you were. Gently, his fingers start to pinch and roll your nipples. Your knees buckled at the stimulation. You always had sensitive nipples and you curse that fact, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. At a harsh tug to the reddening skin you released a lewd moan. 

Arching your back further into his touch, he smirks, “I bet I could make you cum just from this.”

The more he played with you, the more you feared that he could be right. He hadn’t even touched your pussy and your clit is already puffy with desire. The slickness in your panties only added to your need to cum. Desperate, you roll your hips, your ass rubbing against his throbbing bulge once again. 

“Next time. I want to fuck your pretty little cunt red.” He whispered in your ear before nipping it. 

“There won’t be a next time, pretty boy.” You were pissed at how easily he turned you into a mess.

“Whatever you say.” Shinsou didn’t believe a word you said, but he let you have your way, for now. He bit the crook of your neck, leaving dark and vibrant hickeys. “I can’t wait to make you cum on my cock.” Emphasizing his words, he grabs your hips to pull you closer to his heavy bulge.

Sick of his cockiness, you sassed, “Like that fucking micropenis you have could make me cum.” 

You could almost feel the anger radiate off of him. In a swift motion, he had your front pinned down to his work table. Luckily none of the machine parts dug into you, but the metal against your now sore nipples only made you squirm. Taking this as brattiness, he grabbed your wrists and wretched them back. With one hand, he held them against the small of your back. He used his bionic arm so there was no chance of you escaping. He tugged your jeans down along with your panties, letting them pool at your feet. Shinsou kicked your feet to spread your legs as far as the cloth around your ankles allowed you to. 

Out of spite, you wiggled more only to be met with a heavy hand that slapped your ass. A shocked gasp left you. 

“What the fuck?” You screeched, turning your head to send him a glare as he forced your head back down. 

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Angel. It’s all up to you.” 

Shinsou’s form towered over you, giving him a look of full dominance. You despised how small he made you feel.

“Get fucked,” you taunted.

“It’s never easy with bratty sluts like you.” 

He spanked you again so hard that tears built up in your eyes. His fleshy hand landed hit after hit on your raw ass. Shinsou grabbed the sore flesh, digging his nails in before his palms hit the same place. 

“Ow!” You cry out, shaking from how good it felt.

“Shut up, you can take it.” 

You only whimpered in response. His deep voice had a gravily tone to it. It seemed you weren’t the only one affected.

Fucking sadist.

He surprises you as his palm unexpectedly lands heavy on your pussy. A sharp squench sound followed by a moan bounced around the room. It fucking hurt, but the lingering sting made arousal drip down your legs.

"What are you, a little masochist?" He mocks while he slaps your clit again.

“Stop that!” 

God, did you wish that he didn’t have your hands restainted, you would give anything to bat his reprimanding hand away. 

He slap turned to be brushing up against your clit. Shaking you sigh, finally having some sort of stimulation down there. Almost like he was reading your mind, his middle fingers rubs circles into your clit. How he found the bundle of nerves so fast you will never know, but you certainly weren’t complaining. Whimper after whine after moan left you at the sweet feeling of your clit being touched. The pain from before made it even better. 

Maybe you were a masochist like he said. 

Moaning more the faster Shinsou went, you could feel your climax building. If he kept this up for just a minute longer you could release all over his hand. He had other intentions. 

Harshly pinching your clit, the bastard laughed at how you yelped. 

He slapped your pussy again. “Shut up, Angel. I’m not even close to done with you.” 

Pulling his attention from your clit, Shinsou grabbed onto the meat of your inner thigh to watch how your little hole clenched and unclenched, begging for attention. Without warning, he slipped two fingers into your tight pussy. Knuckle by knuckle he filled you up. You knew that his cock had to be so much bigger than his two thick fingers, and you almost cum on the spot at the thought of it filling you up. 

Immediately he jackhammers his fingers in and out of you. His fingers curl in a come hither motion, on a mission to find your g-spot. He finds it surprisingly fast, abusing it to the best of his abilities. He was making an absolute mess of you. Your arousal coated your inner thighs and dripped from his fingers down to his wrist. Shinsou was going so hard, your body rocked against the table. Your nipples rubbed even harder against the metal. The sensation had your eyes rolling back. Lips parted you moaned even louder than before.

It was all too much, and you felt yourself about to explode.

“Shinsou, please— oh my god, please!” You begged. Whether you wanted him to stop or keep going, you didn’t know.

“What is it, Angel? Going to make a pretty mess all over my hand?” He bent down to growl into your ear. 

“Yes, I want to cum. Can I cum please?” Usually you wouldn’t beg, but with a bastard like him, you knew he’d be an ass about it. 

He said nothing, just watching how you squirmed. He loved how your legs shake from the intensity, but you didn’t deserve to cum just yet.

“No.” Just like that all the pleasure you felt was taken away. 

Shinsou pulled his fingers from you with an audible squelch. Nonchalantly he licked your arousal off his fingers, making sure you watched.

“You taste pretty good, Angel.”

“You bastard!” You meant to growl but instead it came out as a deprived whine. You were so close and your hips bucked in search of the familiar pleasure. 

“Only good girls get to cum from my fingers. If you are good, I might just let you cum from my cock.”

You give a defiant glare, before pouting. 

“Cute. Come on, up.” 

He releases his unrelenting grasp on your wrists to turn you around and sit you on top of the table. Now that you were face to face, you could see the lust that clouded his eyes. That lavender was nearly drowned by the black of his pupils. His hair looked soft enough to touch so you did. Wanting revenge, you ran your fingers through the strands only to tug when he looked too relaxed. His lip pulled back in warning, but you tugged again with a shiteating grin.

“What did I say about being good?” His thick eyebrow raised while you give you the look. 

“Aww, but that makes it not fun,” you pouted, making sure to give him your best puppy dog eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Taking his right hand from your hip, he cradled your neck. The metal felt heavenly as it  tickled your flesh. Digging his steel fingers into your spine, he pulled you close enough to bring his lips to yours. They were soft, yet the kiss was anything but. Teeth clashed against teeth, pulling on any of the skin you two could reach. Without warning, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You mewled at how the muscle rubbed against yours. His spit covered lips smirked at the little noise. 

He pulled away, not minding the string of saliva that connected you to each other, “Aw, you sound like a kitten. Purr for me again, pretty kitty.”

“You’re disgusting,” your eyes were hazy but there was still a bite to your tone.

“I love when you talk dirty to me, Angel.” 

Shinsou’s lidded eyes drag up your body, staying glued to the mess he made of your pussy. Not being able to contain himself anymore, he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock from his boxers. 

Fuck, Toga wasn’t joking when she said he was huge. There was a droplet of precum hanging from his tip that was a violent red color. You didn’t know if he could fit instead you, but the thought of him stretching you beyond your limit had you squirming. Whining, you wrapped your legs around his thighs to pull him closer. 

“Getting antsy?” 

“Just fuck me already.”

There was no way you could have kept the desperation out of your voice, but luckily he didn’t comment on it. He wanted to be inside you already, too. With his left hand, he pumped his cock a couple times to tease you. Shifting your hips, he finally brought his cockhead to your quivering pussy. Wanting to be an ass, he dragged it up and down the length of your slit, slapping your clit with it.

“Just fucking put it!”

Keeping his cock firmly on your oversensitive clit, he commanded, “Ask nicely or else I’m leaving you here with your cunt begging to be filled.”

Your brow furrowed, debating to give in before you sigh. “Fuck, fine! Shinsou please, please fill me up with your cock.”

“That’s better.”

At that, he placed his cock back at your entrance and pushed. The head of his cock stretched your tight hole and you were already seeing stars. The more he stuffed you to the brim, the more moans fell from your parted, swollen lips. You could feel every vein of his thick cock slide right into you. He was not gentle at all. Not caring if you were ready or not, he grabbed your hips with a bruising grasp and impaled you with the rest of his cock. 

For the first time that night, Shinsou released a moan that was possibly more lewd than any noise you made. It came straight from his chest and had a growly lilt to it. You swore you could orgasm just from his voice alone, it was that fucking hot. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunted right in your ear. 

With an animalistic fervor, he pulled almost all the way out just to slam back into you again. A silent scream got caught in your throat. In and out his cock went into your clenching pussy. His still clothed hips pistoned against your naked body. Your fingers dug into his scalp, not caring how he growled at you to stop pulling his hair. Looking at the way his eyes glazed over with every tug, you knew he liked it. He just didn’t want to admit he was a little bit of a masochist, too. 

The way his cock stretched and filled you was heavenly, but it wasn’t enough. You knew he could go harder and you needed that primal friction. 

"Harder," you whimpered.

"Are you sure you can handle it, Angel?" Shinsou mocked. 

He was slightly out of breath and his neck glistened with sweat. His cock was hitting places you couldn't even imagine but you needed more.

"Stop being a pussy and fuck me properly."

"Your wish is my command, you brat."

And just like that, he fucked you like it was his last day on this damned earth. His fleshy hand went from your hip to rub his thumb against your clit. This time a scream did leave you at the unexpected stimulation. With your clit now being played with and his cock stuffing you full, you knew you wouldn’t last. More precum drizzled into your pussy and then all you could think of was his cum leaking out of you because there was too much to fit in your pussy.

“Cum in me, please,” you begged, too far gone to care that you had submitted to him.

Harshly, he removed the hand on your hip to tug back your head by your hair to expose your neck. There was a hickey from before, but it wasn’t just to satisfy him. He wanted you to wear a necklace of his markings. Shinsou had just met you, but he already wanted to claim you as his. Maybe your cunt is just that good, maybe it could make even the strongest willed man fall to his knees. 

“Want me to fill your cunt up with my cum? Claim this pretty pussy as mine, paint my name into your walls with my seed?” he bit in your ear. 

His teeth were clenched, trying to stop himself from cumming prematurely. He wanted to make you cum first. A mission on his mind, he jerked his hips even harder as he pinched and pulled your clit. Shinsou sucked at your skin as he sunk his teeth into your neck, completely overriding your senses. He started moving up from your neck to the shell of your ear. He had noticed how much melted when he bit and spoke into your ear. 

“Cum for me, Angel.” 

Flicking your clit one last time, you came on his cock with a high pitched moan. Like a domino effect, Shinsou came right after you, making sure to keep his cock as firmly into you as he could. Your thighs quivered at the intensity of your orgasm, your sight still swimming. Trying to catch your breath, you rested your head on his heaving shoulder. His breath was labored and he hissed between his teeth at the feeling of your clenching walls around his softening cock. When the sensitivity was too much, he pulled out. He watched in amazement at how his cum mixed with your release dribbled onto his work table. Suddenly, that possessiveness came back and he didn’t want a drop of his sperm to go to waste.

The thumb that played with your clit came back again for round two. 

“Ah! What are you doing?” You pulled away from the crook of his neck to see how he scooped up his cum that formed a puddle around you and pushed it back into your raw hole. 

“Shinsou no, I’m too sensitive!” You whine, tears in your waterline at his thick fingers.

He ignored your begging and kept pushing his warm seed back in your pussy. You weakly pushed his chest far away from you but he was stronger. His bionic arm took your wrist and placed your arm over his broad shoulder. Not having the energy to fight him, you clung onto his back, digging your nails into the skin as a small rebellion. 

“Come on, you can come for me again. I thought whores like you love to be greedy cum sluts. Your cunt is basically begging to be filled all over again.” 

There were tears in your eyes that fell down your cheeks from the overstimulation, "I can't!"

He licked the tears away. “Yes you can".

Finding pleasure at the pearlescent tears that fell down your cheeks, he fingered you harder. God, you looked like an angel like this. At this point, he wasn’t even torturing you to keep his seed into you (from the way it kept seeping out and painted his wrist a thin white), he just wanted to make a mess out of you. He finally fucked the brat out of you and there was nothing he felt prouder of. His thumb pressed hard into your clit until it felt bruised.

Everything hurt, but you relished in the pain. You never thought yourself to be such a pain slut, but if it was Shinsou dishing it out, you would fall to your knees any day. 

Your release built up faster than the both times Shinsou fucked you and you swear to any god that if he didn’t let you cum this time, you might actually go insane. Mewls and whimpers were sang into his ear and he could tell that you needed just a little more of a push. Biting you once again and giving a harsh pinch to your clit was all it took before you were gone. 

A shiver coursed throughout your whole body and your vision went black for a moment. You could hear everything, feel everything. You felt so overstimulated and more tears stained your face. Knowing you were at your limit, Shinsou pulled his fingers away. Wiping them on his pants, he held you while you came down from your high. Petting your hair, he hummed a nonsense tone so you could calm down. His quiet singing helped you regain your senses. In no time at all, you were back to the land of the living. Your body still trembled but at least you could see again. 

“You better now, Angel?” He asked so sweetly, so much different to the growl he used before. 

“You suck.”

A laugh left him and you could feel how his chest shook. 

“I’m sorry, but you look so pretty when you cum, Angel. I couldn’t help myself.”

Slapping his back, you pulled away to give him a glare that held no malice. Shinsou reached a hand up to pinch your cheeks together. Kissing your puckered lips, he said, “I’ll go get you a shirt.”

Moving from your form, he went to a drawer to get one of his shirts, seeing as he ripped yours in two. Peeling the destroyed fabric from where it dangled off your shoulders, you start to clean up the cum that leaked out of you.

“Ew,” you muttered, hating how the now lukewarm liquid felt. 

You toss the ruined shirt on the workbench, letting Shinsou do with it as he will. In time he made it back to you and handed you one of his shirts. 

“Thanks.”

Seeing that he already situated himself, you no longer wanted to be the only one that was practically naked. Hopping off the workbench, you bent down to pull back up your panties and jeans. You weren’t ignorant to how he watched your breasts swing at the motion. You smirked at his pervertedness, not minding the attention. Turning away from him so he could see the length of your spine, you put on the black t-shirt he lended you. 

You were facing the empty tank. A pang of guilt licked at your veins at what you had to do to his monster. Not wanting to dwell on it too much, you pivoted back around while fixing your hair. You didn’t even notice how you flashed the chip on your temple at Shinsou.

The kind look in his eyes was gone in an instant. He stomped up to you until you were cornered into the glass. The coldness made you flinch back, but Shinsou pressed you into the container. He grabbed your face and turned it to the side so fast you thought he was going to break your neck. His gaze stayed stagnant on the chip, a purple hellflame in his eyes. 

“You fucking work for him!” That growl was back

“Who? Dabi?” You were confused at why it was such a big deal.

“You’re one of those bastard’s girls! What, did he send you here to fuck me just so he can have a legit reason to fucking kill me?” He was nose to nose to you now. 

“What? No! I told you that I came in here by chance, I don’t even like that bastard. We have a deal, that’s it!” There was panic in your voice and he took it as you lying. 

Before you could even defend yourself, he clutched your fragile neck with his metal arm. The damn, grey steel cut into your windpipe. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t fucking breathe! Instinctively, you clawed at the metal, knowing full well you couldn’t do anything.

“I should just kill you right here, give thr fucker a run for his money. Not the first time one of his whores got their asses murdered for sticking their nose in places they shouldn’t be.” He looked more beast than human. He was no different than the monsters that swam in their confinements. 

You could feel your face start to turn a ghastly blue. You refused to let yourself die this way. Letting your right hand go limp, you discretely slip your hand into your pocket to grab the knife you kept hidden for moments like this. Without mercy, you flipped open the blade and jabbed it repeatedly into the bastard’s jugular. His grip slacked and you took the opportunity to kick him in the dick as hard as you can. 

Shinsou stumbles back in shock but to your surprise he doesn’t bleed red but a synthetic purple.

“You’re a fucking robot?” Shock was evident in your voice as you saw the man— no, android before you clutch his neck to stop the bleeding as much as he could. 

“In the silicone flesh, baby,” he hissed behind clenched teeth. 

You try to use this as your chance to escape, but he grabbed you and knocked you back into the glass case where his monster should be that you killed. He kept an arm against your throat as a warning, not quite suffocating you while he cradled his bleeding neck. 

“Give me a reason, give me one good fucking,” he gustled you with a bark, “reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”

“I don’t want to be in this situation just like you don’t!” Completely desperate, you held his gaze just hoping he saw the truth in there.

His glare faltered, “Explain.”

“Today was literally my first day monster fighting, starting on the lowest level. I’m from level above this one. Had a shitty childhood like everyone else, in a world where you either chose to become a prostitute or steal. So I chose to steal and I was fucking good at it until today when the police caught me. My ass was going to be sent to jail until Dabi came and gave me an option to either tame the uncontrollable beast that is my monster or rot in a fucking grey cell. So obviously I chose the slimy dickhead over that life. I’m fighting for my life just like you are.” 

He was stunned at what you had said. You were a baby when it came to this world. And once again that possessiveness came back full swing. He wanted that fucker, Dabi, away from you but there was nothing he could do. For now.

“No bullshit?” He asked, cautious but ready to be trusting. This world was a lonely one, and it’s always better to be lonely with someone.

“No bullshit.” You confirmed.

At that Shinsou pulled away from you and went to treat his wound. You messaged your neck, knowing there is going to be bruise there in the morning. Shinsou turned back to you with a cloth pressed up against his neck. His mouth opened to say something, but it was cut off by the sound of someone pounding on the door. 

“Shinsou you little shit, if Y/N is in there with you I’m going to fucking have your head!” At the sound of Dabi’s voices you gave an audible gulp.

Impatient as always, he opened the door without permission. Dabi ignored Shinsou, grabbed your wrist and forced you out of his room. Locking eyes with Shinsou, he could only watch you get pulled away. With a shut of the metal door that screeched, he was gone. 

Months have passed since you beat Shinsou. You and your monster have reigned supreme, becoming the new champions. Within those months you had not seen Shinsou, not even a glance of him. You had a strong feeling that it had to do with Dabi. Dabi had formed a weird obsession with you. The only people you were allowed to interact with were Dabi and Toga, and them alone. Not even his other girls were allowed to be near you. If you had to talk to another competitor, Dabi usually did all the talking. You felt isolated. Dabi probably wanted it to be this way, but you would give anything to see Shinsou again. 

Speak of the devil and he shall come.

Walking down the corridors to get back to your room, you were pulled aside. Your head banged against the metal it was slammed into. Pissed at who the fuck would dare touch you, you go to spit out profanities to see Shinsou before you. You missed his wild ass bedhead.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You asked, looking left to right for any sign of Dabi. 

“I demand a rematch, Angel.” He had a glint in those sleepy eyes. 

He was up to something. 

“Hell no,” was all you said. You did not want to get caught up in whatever scheme he had planned. 

“Scared that you’ll lose?” Shinsou provokes you. You don’t take the bait. 

But Dabi does. 

There in all his goth glory, he rounded the corner with a cigarette between his full lips.

“Want to get your ass kicked again, R2-D2?” He was sly as ever, knowing just how to piss Shinsou off. Leaning his head to the side, he addresses you, “You should prove that you can still win against this loser.”

To anyone else it would seem like playful banter, but you knew this was a command with an underlying threat. You’re going to fucking win again or it’s your life on the line. You can’t say no to Dabi because you owe your life to him and he holds that fact above you. Some days you felt more like his lap dog. If he says roll over, you roll over. He says bark, then fucking woof. 

“Fucking fine,” Shinsou gave you toothy smile but you sneer, “I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing this to get it over with. Meet me at the pit in an hour.”

With that you walked off, fully aware they were both staring at your ass.

It was your first day fighting all over again. Your monster was getting her ass kicked by Shinsou’s monster that was even bigger than before. You had no clue if it was a new monster or they somehow revived it. Either way you were terrified. Oddly enough, from where you sat, you saw no sadistic reaction from Shinsou at how his monster pulled muscle from the bone of your monster.

She was trying her hardest. You were using the same tactic as before to use her lithe body against the bigger boned monster, but it didn’t work. It wasn’t just enormous but also fast. Faster than any heavy weight should be. Your monster tried to jump onto its back, claws outstretched. But it caught her mid air. With no effort, its hand encased her snapping jaw and squeezed her hips.

And pulled.

“No!” You screamed in agony.

Before your eyes, you watched her being torn in two. The wet sound of muscle being torn was followed by a spine being eviscerated from joint to joint. In a matter of seconds, her spine was two separate entities as her body fell limp in its grasp. Careless, the monster threw her to the ground like she was mere trash. 

Tears bubbled up, you didn’t even care that you lost. Your monster, the only one that got you was ripped away from you in the worst way possible. Your shaking eyes met with Shinsou who nodded his head towards where his room leads. You took the hint that he wanted to talk but you don’t know if you had the energy to do it.

Your attention then bounces to Dabi, who was staring at you with a look of poorly contained ire. You glance back to where Shinsou was and saw that he was already gone. Not daring to lock eyes with Dabi again, you make your way to his room like a dog went to its master, knowing he expected you there since he was not going to be happy that you had lost. 

Dreading what was to come the whole walk there, you tried to mask how your knees buckled. In no time, you came into the room, Toga already lounging on the couch. She had a distraught look on her face.

You were fucked.

With the jingle of the crimson beads, Dabi stomped in with a scowl tainting his handsome face. He looked as though his ears were about to start steaming. His boots thudded against the ground as he marched his way over to you. Face to face you could see he was definitely coked out by how the black of his pupil consumed the blue of his iris. 

“You’re the dumbest whore I have ever met. Who the fuck do you think you are!” He screamed in your face.

“Dabi, you need to calm down,” Toga scolded, but her voice wavered at the end. She was scared to. 

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Psycho. This bitch needs to be taught a lesson,” Dabi’s voice had ill intent. 

“It was a mistake, I didn’t fucking know!” You yelled back. 

At that he pushed you around, causing you to almost fall. Of course you retaliated and kicked his knee. He ignored the pain as anger pulsed through him that his Babydoll dared touch him like that. 

Slap

Your body collides with the bureau in the room from how hard he hit you. A shocked expression formed on your face as you cradled your swelling cheek. A few sniffles bounced around the room. You could faintly taste copper on your tongue. You were in awe that he would lay his hands on you like this. 

“This wasn’t part of the plan. You weren’t supposed to hurt her!” Toga cried. 

Despite being on the weird side and always loving to tease you, Toga was never mean. She cared about you in her odd ways. 

“What fucking plan?” You asked while spitting out the blood that clung to your teeth by the weight of his palm. 

“You thought we were going to keep you forever? God, you really are naive Babydoll,”he mocked you while strutting closer to your hunched over frame. “The plan was to get that damn beast under control and congrats, you did it.”

“She’s dead,” you seeth, finding fault in his explanation.

“It can be replaced.” He always hated how attached you two had grown. “With your little chip now anyone can control that massive cunt.”

“It’s not going to fucking work. It’s not about taming, it’s about being equal.”

“Save your activist bullshit for someone that actually fucking cares,” he rolled his eyes before he pinned you against the bureau. “Now hold still, it’s going to hurt like a fucking bitch.” 

His fingernails dug into the skin that grew around the chip. Not giving two shits about you, he pulled at the chip with all his might, licking his lips at how you screamed in pain. Your temple was on fire and vomit creeped up your throat from the intensity of the burn. Basically scooping the chip from your head, you had nearly passed out when you saw your skin and blood cling to the edges. 

“Get off of me!” You screeched when he still stayed on top of you. You clocked him in the face and aimed for his dick with your foot this time. 

Snarling at the pain, he wiped the blood that dripped down his nose, “You shouldn’t have done that, babydoll.” 

Bang!

With the sound of a gun firing, Dabi fell to the ground. You watch in horror as Dabi’s brain matter is strewn across the ugly wall and you can hear Toga beg for her life only to be silenced by another gunshot.

“I never liked those fuckers”

At the sound of a familiar voice you look up to see Shinsou holding a gun

“I— why — how did you know?” You stutter, totally baffled.

“It’s pretty easy to gain information down here. Come on, let’s go before someone finds us at the scene of the crime.”

Hestitately, you grab his hand and step over Dabi’s limp legs. You spy the chip that tumbled a few inches from his hand. The chip cracked into pieces under the weight of your foot. You will never let anyone hurt your monster ever again. 

“Where are we going?” You asked, watching the fluorescent lights turn to neon as you both ran from this fucking place. 

“Far from fucking here, Angel.” His eyes were distant as you both run from hallway to hallway.

“Like above ground?”

“God I wish, but there is no way we could make it there. We’re going to an upper level with less fucking monster bastards. Plus I would miss the neon lights too much.”

“Why is that?” You questioned, loving how the lights made his face sparkle like an angel’s does. 

“Because neon lights — for people like us,” he smirked down at you with a smile that was all teeth, “are the closest we will ever get to star dust.”

[pomegranates-and-blood]

Κατακηλέω (νοσταλγία deleted scene)

νοσταλγία Masterlist

Κατακηλέω: to charm, cast a spell over (Ancient Greek)

Pairing: Ivar/Reader, Narses/Reader but you know how that is

Summary: This is a deleted scene that happens between chapter 16 and 17, it centers mainly around Narses.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: The usual, plus a graphic depiction of burning alive (or my best attempt at writing it anyways)

A/N: Yeah idk what to say here lol, I put this together mainly bc @xbellaxcarolinax​ made a point of there being little Narses on the story, and bc she was interested in a chapter more centered around him. I write a lot of rambles that I don’t post cause I don’t think people wanna read ‘em, but here it is one of em, in deleted-scene form lol. Hope you like it, and thank you! <3

Also yes I have Michiel Huisman as Daario in my head as a faceclaim for Narses, idk what to tell ya, I suck at describing characters so of course you had no way of knowing that, and I’m sorry.

Taglist: (I’m sorry if you don’t wanna be tagged in these kind of chapters btw, just lemme know and I’ll keep you on the main story ones only, or just the main story and Ivar PoV ones, whatever works for you) @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927 @toe-vind-ek-jou @xbellaxcarolinax @pieces-by-me @angelofthorr @samsationalwilson​

“It scares you, doesn’t it?” Freydis starts suddenly one night, and you lift your eyes to her but don’t say anything. So, she continues, “The reminder of what you could do.”

“If you mean-…”

“You know what I mean. You could lie, and I keep wondering why you don’t.”

“Lying is what you would do, is it not?” You snap, head tilted to the side.

The blonde’s smile turns smug, as if she just made you give away a card. Instead of saying anything regarding that, she shrugs,

“You have traveled a lot, lived a lot,” She states, moving carefully and taking a seat next to you, seemingly choosing to ignore your eyes following her. “Will you tell me you are unaware of what men are able and willing to do for a woman’s love?

She stops whatever it is she was going to say next when an elderly woman enters the apothecary, her blue eyes following the woman’s moves. You are reminded of that night when she shared her thoughts by a window and was interrupted -eyes and ears follow the witch-, and realize why she holds her tongue.

Instead of waiting for the other woman to leave, she stands up and asks you to follow with but a gesture of her head.

Certain steps take you both to the same elevated patch of cold and foreign grass that saw you lay on your knees and pray to whatever Gods heard you to give you an answer.

And so, Freydis continues on,

“Look at all Ivar did to get you to be at his side. Imagine what he would do with the promise you could love him,” Manic blue eyes meet yours as Freydis stops you with a hand on your arm. You pointedly look down at it and back up at her face, feeling a tightness in your chest, dread mixed with disdain. “Imagine what he would do if you pretended to love him and threatened to take it away.”

There’s only one answer you can give her.

“Get your hand off me.”

If you were your mother, you’d have a sword in your hands and a snarl on your lips. But you never wanted to fight like a man, and so you only let the cold of this land seep into your voice and harden your expression, your voice.

She remains frozen for a few moments too long, and you once again pointedly look at her hand and back into her eyes.

“I don’t like repeating myself,” You state, and only then does she comply, her eyes searching yours. You return your arm to be comfortable covered by the warm cloak, and turn to keep walking. “I do not want to hear another word of this, you hear me? Not another damned word.”

“Does that mean you’ve given up? You’ll let him keep you here?”

“I said not another word.”

Freydis swallows whatever her words are to be next, and nods her head, accepting your order as if she thinks you gave her a choice.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Freydis speaks again.

“You choose to protect him now, is that it?”

Her dainty and delicate voice loses none of the edge and the certainty, even as her eyes betray something more human.

“You are a smart woman,” You concede instead of answering her questions, and tilt your head to the side, “But a smarter one would know when to hold her tongue.”

“You don’t hold yours.”

“I never claimed to be smart,” You reply easily, before bowing your head in goodbye. “Goodnight, Freydis.”

She knows it is a dismissal, and a rude one at that, but she only returns the gesture. You could swear a strange sort of pride shines in the girl’s dark blue eyes as she takes her leave.

____

And now you sit alone overlooking that same cliff and you cannot get her words out of your head. You wish you could hate her, berate her for her games and call her names, say she is nothing but a liar, a whore.

But it is not so simple, is it? You seduced a man into giving you his army, did it so well Freydis trusted you to seek Freyja’s favor and do the same with the King, knew you had what it took with only but a look at you.

You promised your love to Narses only for the faint possibility that he could drive the Byzantine Christians off your lands, that he could bend his army and his strength to your will and give you the kingdom you deserved.

And you did to Narses everything that Freydis would have done to Ivar. You kissed, lied, and promised yourself; for the sake of a game.

Because when all you are told you can be is a warm pair of legs to wrap around a man, a pretty little jewel for him to keep and parade around, a quiet and beautiful maiden to stand beneath who the Gods deem you belong to; you learn to play games, all women do.

You wrap your legs tight enough he begs for mercy trying to escape your spell, you show them how even jewels draw blood if squeezed too tight in a fool’s hand, you let beauty carry you near him and your voice be a whisper as it reaches his ear. You play games.

But, as you sit on the cold grass overlooking Kattegat’s horizon, the sea and the sky meeting far away and reminding you strikingly of dusks and dawns spent on that temple overlooking the ocean and awaiting for those ships; you think about how no women speak of what happens when the game ends.

Because it always ends. It is a world of change, after all, a world of wheels turning and of days and nights and of seasons unending. It goes on and on, and the world changes, the games end.

Maybe you don’t hear women speak of what happens when it ends because few survive it. Those that do, maybe, just like you, refuse to speak of it, refuse to give voice to the pain and the shame that comes after playing with a heart not your own.

Refuse to admit the regret.

“You’ll do it?” He asks, eyes shining, “You’ll be my wife?”

“I would love to marry you,” You lie, you lie, you lie; and it burns your heart, “But I don’t want to bring our children into a world that will push them into the dirt for the Gods they follow, Narses.”

And just like that, promises, vows, oaths, fall from his perfect lips like he cannot help it. And you believe him, because if you hold your breath and dive past the smoke into the memories of your past, you can recognize that the way Narses looks at you now is the same way your father used to look at your mother.

You remember Sieghild’s teachings about Freyja, about her ways of persuasion and seduction, and wonder if, even if you are foreign to her, the Goddess looks over you. You wonder if she would smile or frown at your games.

You fall down on the grass, keeping your hold on Narses’ hands to tug him down with you. Narses falls with a laugh, legs and arms holding him up above you, dark green eyes shining as they look down upon yours.

It is remarkably easy, to surrender to his kiss. You close your eyes, letting your fingers go up into his hair, and allowing your lips and tongue to dance with his.

When his impatient lips move down to your jaw, your neck; you let him, craning your head back so he can have more access to your skin. If you clear your mind, you can almost feel nothing but pleasure.

When you tug particularly hard on his hair as Narses bites at your collarbone, you feel a breathed laugh leave his nose.

Lifting himself up in strong arms on each side of your head, Narses looks down upon you. His words should not hurt like they do by now, as you are so familiar with them you know what they will be before he even opens his mouth.

He steals another quick kiss, and whispers, “I love you.”

As a lover, as his future wife.

You smile through the pain, and answer, “I love you.”

As a friend, as the protector of your people.

As an instrument of war.

You are reminded of the safety of Narses’ embrace, however suffocating; and you can almost taste your name on his lips, bloodied as they were the last time you saw him alive.

“You are in the Elysian Fields, I know,” You start telling the wind, hoping it can carry your words to him, “Or maybe these Varangians’ Gods are fighting with ours to take you with them to Valhalla. Either way, I hope you can hear my voice one last time, my friend.”

You laugh brokenly to yourself, lowering your gaze to the grass under your body, caressing the dark tresses of nature.

“I know I don’t make much sense, I-I never did to you. Ramblings about Fate and empires fallen and tales of Gods and heroes; things that you had no interest in hearing. And yet you still looked upon me like something…something out of a dream, Narses,” You tell him, pain clawing at your heart, reopening wounds you thought you closed long ago. You smile sadly still, and reminisce, “You used to tell me I was your dream, and…I wish I could tell you that you were mine, I truly do. But I can’t.”

And regret fills you, the useless and heartbreaking gift of hindsight showing you that the path you took led only to pain and war. Narses was sent by your choices, by your games, by your mistakes, to die; and you…you were sent here. To what?

You dare think not even the Gods have an answer to your present, or future. But you do have answers to your past, and if someone deserves to hear them, it is Narses, wherever he may be.

“Returning to Eleusis choked me with the smoke of all the fires lit before I left and during my time away. I…blinded myself with ambition and I thought the only way I could fight was through you,” You explain, honestly, brokenly, the only way you know how to, “I knew that if I had the heart of Thebes’ Strategus, I could get what I wanted. I just had to have enough guile, enough lies, enough poison; to trick you into giving me your heart.

You offer the wind a hollow chuckle, bitter and angry and oh so filled with regret you can feel your heart poisoned with it.

“And I did exactly that. Maybe Aphrodite and Peitho blessed my lies, maybe Sieghild was right and Freyja watched over me,” You look over Kattegat’s horizon, facing the truths of your past when you don’t know what you want out of your future, “Either way, I used you, I hated myself but I still did it and…I got what I wanted.

As the agony of the flames crawls over your legs, scorching your skin with the inferno, blinding your eyes with the smoke, flogging your throat with your screams; you turn your gaze to the sky, blackened and barren as it is, and plead the Gods you have fought and bled for to grant you a moment of mercy, a painless death.

And flesh being charred smells awful, making your poisoned lungs heave for unattainable retrieve. You hold a moment of clarity in your mind to beg for Sieghild’s forgiveness, that you left her in this world alone after she sacrificed so much for you. You hope her Gods let you visit her in Folkvangr.

With one last ragged and angry scream, you let your strength leave you, your agony leave you, your regrets leave you.

When you awaken you find yourself in too much pain to accept this is the Underworld. Before you open your eyes, a moment of panic and dread fills your heart at the thought that the Christians left you alive to torture you, but you hear familiar voices, smell familiar fragrances.

Sieghild’s hand over your forehead, gentle and loving in ways she rarely is, makes a small smile tug at your dried and bleeding lips.

“I know you are awake, open your eyes,” She chastises, gruff even when relief clogs her voice. You do, and her smiling inked face settles your quickly beating heart, makes you forget the pain for a moment. “I love you, you stubborn child.”

You allow yourself a smile, closing your eyes again and focusing on breathing for a few moments, before whispering, “I love you too, minn móðir.”

The shieldmaiden chuckles brokenly, pressing rough lips on the crown of your head. After a few moments of silence, she sighs.

“By the way, you mad woman, you did it.”

“Did what?” You ask raggedly, wincing as you lift your head to accept the cup of water she offers.

“Listen, little one,” She instructs, and when you do, you hear the rustling of armor plates, the heavy steps of soldiers outside your door. The Viking woman shakes her head in almost disbelief, “The Strategos, that boy, he saved you from the flames.”

“Narses?”

“His soldiers came with us, we have nearly a thousand men here.”

“I did so many things wrong, Narses. I lied and manipulated and pretended, and maybe because the Gods are cruel, or maybe because reaping what you sow is an empty promise; I succeeded, and I got what I wanted. I knew I wouldn’t win, not against the Empire, not against the Christians, but…I wanted them to remember me, to remember our names and our Gods and our ways. To remember we don’t die silently.

And even if it hurts, you admit to yourself that you would do it again. You wish you could have loved Narses the way he deserved, you wish you could have been honest, you wish you could have found other ways to fight for your kingdom; but…you understand why you did it, and feeble and useless as it is, you want to forgive yourself for it.

Where there is war there can never be love, right? And you wanted war, you will not lie to yourself and say you truly wanted peace all along.

No, you wanted to see those Christians that came to take your home bleed at your feet, you wanted Attica to be free again, and Laconia, and Macedonia, and Arcadia, and many others. And you would wage war for your freedom for a thousand years if needed.

You would promise Narses your hand again if it came to it. You know you would, because the person you were when Attica was yours…she would have done that and much more for a chance at freedom. Now, you know better. Now, you let yourself be softer. Now, the world is a lot bigger than it seemed back then.

Now, things are different. Maybe you are, maybe the world is, maybe your heart is. Maybe Ivar is.

You smile at the barren horizon that doesn’t seem so foreign and intimidating now, and whisper, “I could do it now, I know. I would end up dead when he knew the truth, that’s for certain, but the victory would be mine, our people’s, by the time Ivar could catch up with my lies. I could, Narses.

“We need Stithulf’s support. We will ally with him, and even if you scream and fight it is what will happen.”

But you are shaking your head before he even finishes speaking.

“As Anassa of Attica I ca-…”

“As the commander of your forces, as the man you’ll marry, I’m telling y-…”

The hostility, the command, in his tone startle you to attention, and you narrow your eyes as you step closer. You don’t reach his shoulder, but the years have taught you there’s few things a man fears more than a woman that refuses to fight like a man but still fights.

“If you try using that to silence me, I fear you will not live long as my husband.” The threat drips from your lips like wine, but Narses doesn’t cave for once, and he drags a hand over his face.

“You always fight me, why do you…why can’t you be…?” His words die in a sigh, and you lift your eyebrows.

“Why can’t I be someone I’m not? Would you love me if I were anything other than me?”

“Sometimes, I wish you were,” He sentences, a hand over his eyes as he grunts out the words. Your heart drops, and so does your guard. He sighs again, and a hand reaches up and cups your cheek, unaware your whole body tightens to a coil the moment he touches you. “Sometimes, I fool myself into thinking I still see the woman you once were in you. The woman that wanted a life surrounded by Eleusis’ warmth, the woman that cared not for war, for vengeance.”

You grit your teeth, and step back, closing your eyes tightly as you croak,

“That woman was never all I was. I wanted Eleusis, I still do, but that doesn’t mean I never wanted revenge, Narses. Those Christia-…”

When you feel he finally drops his hand from your cheek, you open your eyes and watch his hand clench into a fist.

“Why do I have to love a woman like you?” He hisses, turning his back to you and slamming both hands on the weak table in front of him. “I’ve asked the Gods why, you know. Why I have to love a woman arrogant and ambitious and…Hera help me, a woman that is not mine. Never was, never will be.”

“I-…What are you saying?”

“Do you think I’m enough of a fool to think I can make you my wife? If the Fates don’t stop me you will,” A humorless chuckle leaves his lips, “Lord Hades might split open the earth and drag you to the Underworld before I get to call you my wife.”

“Don’t say those things.”

“It is true! I was not Fated to have you, even if the Gods know I was Fated to love you,” He shakes his head, teeth gritted and eyes failing to meet yours, “We both know what made you say yes to me, and it is what is keeping you from saying yes to Stithulf. It was never love.”

Shame chokes you, keeps the next words form leaving your lips. Your lips tremble and your eyes cloud with tears as you look at his tense back, nothing but regrets shining in your eyes.

“Are you-…will you l-leave?”

Will you leave me? Is the question you dare not ask, because you do not have the right to believe he should want to stay at your side, not after everything.

You still don’t want him to leave you alone here.

But the Thebesian takes a deep breath, straightening his back again and turning to you. The same anguished softness you saw so many times in his eyes still shines in them now, and he shakes his head.

His voice when he replies feels like warmth, like safety and nostalgia,

“I will always be at your side. Until Hades summons you home, I’ll be at your side.”

You look into his warm eyes, and with shame still burning your chest, you ask,

“Why? The Gods know I do not deserve it. Why do you stay?”

The answer leaves his lips with the same certainty it always did, with the same hope and the same truth,

“I love you.”

You like to believe you would have loved Narses, you like to believe you would have been content remaining as Eleusis’ Priestess. You like to believe you could have birthed him children for you to teach the way of the Gods and he to give the fame of his family.

Problem is, you fear now, with the taste of this strange freedom still fresh and sweet on your tongue, you don’t think you could have ever lived with the binds of what Narses wanted to make out of you. A priestess, whose ambition is forgotten when he wills it so; a woman, whose eyes will need to lower from his; a wife, to be quietened when he speaks.

And you don’t want that, to be what Narses wanted you to, what Galla wanted you to, what Freydis wants you to, what Ivar wants you to. You want to be you, and you want to fight, and be compassionate and revengeful, and be soft and relentless, without needing to choose one or the other.

You want nights of stupid arguments and infuriating talks, you realize around a broken chuckle, you want foreign languages and even more foreign customs, you want…you want Ivar. In all his vitriol, in all his bloodthirst, in all his awkward gentleness and in all his armored heart, you want him.

Tears of regret and the path not taken fill your eyes, and you find yourself sobbing out a small laugh, “But the person that lied and tricked you, that could do the same to Ivar…she died amongst the flames, left me in her place, I think.

The Priestess is dead.

Taking the small knife Ivar gifted you what seems like a lifetime ago, you hold a lock of your hair in front of you, and cut off the wind-blown and tangled strands, holding a short tress in your hand that weights like a decade of apologies and promises made.

“I’m sorry. For everything I did and everything I didn’t do,” You promise him, closing your eyes and almost seeing his smiling face before you, his eyes shining and his sun-kissed skin weathered around a smile. “In another life, I may have loved you like you deserved.”

You open your palm, and let the strands of grief be carried off by Kattegat’s winds way across the sea.

And in another world, on another land, a dead man takes a breath.

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So, hope you liked it, hope that last sentence got you wonderin’, and hope you have a nice day/night!

Thank you so much for reading, see you Tuesday with the scheduled update: chapter 18 :)

[lemonietrinket]

No Fear ||| Shownu x Reader

Genre: corny Fluff, my attempts at humour Warning(s): None Word Count: 1269 AN: Happy Birthday Shownu! Inspired by of course my man’s inhuman lack of reactions to anything scary. He must feel so safe to be with though, like, no one nor thing would mess with you if he was there. Even spiders would run away in fear. And he’d be able to comfort you with those big arms of his and hold you close and secure... ok I’m getting carried away Written for a short YN. Hope you enjoy!

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Strange laughter echoed throughout the park from the Haunted House you and your boyfriend just exited. Usually the leader in the relationship you resigned yourself the backseat that time, clutching Shownu’s waist as if your life depended on it, while you desperately tried to ignore the off-putting shrieks around you.

You couldn’t remember why you’d even suggested the Haunted House anyway.

As you’d trundled through the dark, shrieking at every shifting shadow and unnerving whisper that had you not been in the vicinity of you would immediately write off as not even believable, you couldn’t understand how your boyfriend was so unfazed by everything that the staff had to throw at him. 

Chainsaws received nothing. Ghosts received no reaction either. Creepy dead bodies that only moved when you could see them in your peripheral? Not even a second glance. 

It was just as well that the rooms had been dark otherwise you would have had Shownu’s little smile to contend with, on top of the sudden werewolves that jumped out and gave you a very near heart attack.  Your boyfriend in question had spent his whole time in the attraction giggling at your shrieks of terror quietly to himself while, in the same breath, rubbing your back as you burrowed your head into his chest mumbling ‘it’s alright, you’re safe’. He wouldn’t admit it without you bringing it up first, but he did get a kick out of being a protector for you of sorts. You rarely needed caring for like that, and he was very glad you had enough sense (it meant more coddling for him and like was he going to turn that down? No) to not get yourself in trouble too often, but he couldn’t help but enjoy it on the occasion you did need some security, even in a somewhat silly situation like this. It showed that you trusted him, and that his embrace to you was the safest place to be. And the fact that you sounded adorable squeaking in fright at the strange witch that threw open her hut’s door. 

Nevertheless, when you finally felt the light of the late afternoon sun on your face (after Shownu had offered a polite thank you to the bootleg Kruger acting as one final scare) you broke away from your vice-like grip you had on your man and soaked up the sun. 

“Thank god it’s over,” you breathed.

“You’re the one that wanted to go in,” Shownu reminded, straightening his cap as he smiled at your stretched arms. So cute, he thought.

You scoffed. “Pssh, I was not! You wanted to go in there, so you could show off your frankly demonic immunity to scary things!” You narrowed your eyes at the man who merely gazed back down at you with a cute grin. “How are you never afraid? Of anything? At all?”

He shrugged. “It’s clearly fake.”

“I know but still! No prank, no jump-scare, no spider... nothing can get you!” you pouted. “You’re so weird.”

“So are you,” Shownu retorted, coming to your side once again and slotting his hand at your waist. You huffed at him but regardless slipped your arm round him too. It always made him smile at how far you couldn’t reach around him, but how you were never deterred. 

Making your gradual way throughout the funfair, bright melodies bubbling across the breeze through the gushes of screams from high above, you discussed where to go next.  Finally deciding on making your way to the other side of the park instead for dinner, you piped up, “Why are you so unafraid, Nunu?”

He glanced down, his eyes briefly meeting yours as he readjusted your necklace. The clasp had made its way to meet the pendant—a small emblem the colour of your birthstone that he’d gotten you for your birthday the year before—so he gently eased it to the back of your neck once again. Wordlessly, he let his finger brush your chin as he moved away once again. He was buying himself some time to think, evident by how his brow furrowed as it always did when he was deep in thought, and so you waited patiently.

His eyes met the sky and then the flurry of a roller coaster as it went by off to the side before returning to yours. “Because there are much worse things that are then much scarier.”

You nodded at his take. You wished you could just tell yourself that it wasn’t worth being scared of fake spiders and then just not be afraid anymore. You chuckled at the thought, realising what little use that would be, as that was Shownu’s job after all. Shrugging, you leant into his chest, enquiring simply, “Like what?”

He looked at you then and it became apparent that he had an answer to that one right away—he was always an open book after all. But it took him a few seconds to reply, taking the moment to inhale deeply before parting his lips.

“Losing you.” His words were quick and quiet, as if he didn’t want the world to hear them, just in case he jinxed it, but you heard him. They were so corny too, but the pink of his ears indicated genuine sincerity and you couldn’t deny the swell of your heart and the faint blush that rose to your cheeks. 

His other hand brushed through your hair lightly, tucking it behind your ear so he could thumb your cheek for a few moments, before he got too shy and pulled away once again.

Breathing in the scent of food, he cleared his throat. “I think I see a hotdog stand over there, do you want that or something else?”

It likely appeared that you were mulling over your food choice, but really you were still two steps behind, Shownu’s words repeating in your head. You’d been together for a long time, and so there was really no doubt that he loved you, but this added a whole new layer of depth.

You brought the two of you to a stop in the midst of your already snail-pace amble, accidentally ignoring his question and softly asserted, “I promise I’m not going anywhere,” before standing on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his cheek.

He was caught off-guard slightly, but managed to hold himself together, threading his fingers through your hair once again as he smiled and let his forehead meet yours. He didn’t care if he had to bend down, he was just happy to peck your nose, helping you stretch the little extra distance to meet his lips. He caressed your neck, down past your shoulders and to the small of your back while your eyes fluttered closed. His touch was chaste, always treating you with care that you always appreciated, and you ran your fingers up his jaw before settling at the nap of his neck. 

Eventually you parted, you opting to fall back onto the soles of your feet and laying your head flat against his broad chest. However, that peace did not last either, as Shownu carefully ushered you into a walk once again. Of course, how could you have forgotten.

“Yeah alright, I get it, food is still more important,” you giggled, rolling your eyes at how food-motivated he could really be and laughing harder as he half-heartedly tried to cover, “christ, you really think with your stomach don’t you.”

Once again tucking you into his side, Shownu gave you a squeeze. “I love you so much.”

You sighed, a content smile drifting onto your lips. “I love you too, dork.”

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AN: i feel i havent written any monsta x in forever :(( im sorry bebes ill try and write more :((

i also didnt call him hyunwoo for the soul reason that nunu became a viable nickname bc

is that not the cutest nickname ever?

Masterlist

[retro-rezz-the-est]

The Right Alpha (Drew/Reader/Roman A/B/O smut)

Summary: Just some lovely threesome action with our favorite Samoan and our thicc Scottish bastard (so just pretend that Ro is still on RAW lmao).

Word Count: 6,464 ^^;

Warnings: mentions of a dickbag ex-boyfriend in the beginning, semi-public sex, Drew being a tad bit of a little shit (bc that’s a warning on its own lol), possessiveness, biting/marking, anal and I think that’s it??? Correct me if i’m wrong lmao. Also, this is my first time writing anything AU themed, so feedback is appreciated! :)

(A/N: Here it is, y’all! I’m so sorry this took so long to get out. My brain was just in 1000 different places at once lol. Thank you all so so so so much for 400+ followers, and I can’t tell you all how much I love and appreciate every single last one of you <3. Here’s to 500 and more threesome fic action!)

(Y/n): your name

“Oh, come on!”

“We said no, (Y/n), and that’s final,” Ember chastised you from her seat nearby, her golden irises seeming to flare when the Scot’s name came out of your mouth.

Your eyes went to slits as you turned your head to face her, pulling your leg out from underneath you to let Roman lace up your ring boots. “Well, why don’t you guys like him? He hasn’t done anything to me.”

“Exactly, small fry. He hasn’t,” the Samoan said. “Yet.”

Groaning, you hopped off of the supply crate you sat on and leaned up against the back wall. They never did seem to like seeing anyone get close to you, especially after the whole situation with your asshole of an ex-boyfriend.

You could still hear all of the names he called you, how he kept you away from Ember and Ro for long periods of time, and how he tried to make you wear that fucking collar that read “Omega Bitch” on it…

After that whole fiasco (and after you had to physically pull Ember off of him for cheating on you with some unmated girl he picked up from a bar), they were there to keep you stable and well.

And away from any and all potential partners.

“But, Drew’s different, I think. He seems like a sweet guy.”

The fiery haired woman scoffed, replying, “Yeah, a ‘sweet guy’ who has a record of bagging and shagging Omegas for a quick fuck and then leaving them the very next night for a new score.”

“She’s got a point, (Y/n). Literally everyone on the damn roster knows about his record,” Ro added, coming up to your side and wrapping his arm around your waist. “We just want to protect you after what happened last time.”

“Oh, really? Is that why you always step up to him whenever he gets 10 feet away from me?

Pulling you closer, he rested his chin on top of your head and chuckled, feeling you try to shove him away.

“You know, just because you two are Alphas-”

“And your best friends…”

“-doesn’t mean that you have to shield me from virtually everyone who comes in my path,” you continued, rolling your eyes at her intrusion. “Besides, my true mate is out there somewhere. Are you guys just gonna shield me from them too?”

You felt Roman move away from you just as you saw Ember rise from her own seat.

“Of course not, girl,” she answered, bumping her forehead against yours. “But, it’s just not gonna be him. Believe me, I know these things.”

The three of you shared a laugh and you could feel their unique scents wrap around you. As comforting as it was, you could still feel Roman’s eyes lock onto the back of your head with a strange firmness, almost as if he didn’t want to look away…

“Anyway, you still have to get dressed and prepped for our tag match tonight, Moon, so I suggest you go do that.”

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you turned her around and lightly pushed her in the direction of the women’s locker room, gaining another soft chuckle from her.

“I suppose I have to. Don’t wanna go out to the ring in my sweats,” she commented, letting out a dramatic sigh and walking away.

Placing his forehead to yours, you felt him give you another quick squeeze before letting go. “Kick some Riott Squad ass out there, ya heard?”

“Aye, captain.”

You gave him a mock salute and waved as he too walked off, leaving you alone in the large hallway as echoes of the ongoing Universe bounced off the concrete walls. Pivoting on your heel, you grabbed your leather jacket from the crate behind you and sauntered off, unaware of the large Scotsman’s presence nearby.

A few minutes had passed of you walking over to the stage area to mentally prepare yourself for your match until a whiff of strong whiskey, leather and amber swept itself under your nose.

Oh, fuck me…

“Well, hello there, leannan.” (sweetheart)

You felt the hairs on your arm rise as you slowly turned around to face the large Scot, his feet falling heavily on the ground as he stalked towards you.

“H-Hey there, Drew,” you stammered, feeling your cheeks heat up. “W-What are you d-doing here?”

“I couldn’t help but overhear ya talkin’ ‘bout me with your two… friends… a little while ago and I saw ya gettin’ a little bit flustered,” he said as he continued to walk towards you with a smirk on your face, your feet propelling your body to move backwards.

This dance continued for a quick moment of silence before your back hit a nearby wall and he placed his hands on said wall to keep you there, trapped and in place for him.

Alone.

“You can feel it too, right, lass? Tell me ya can.”

Oh crap, crap, fuck, you thought as you felt his scent cover you like a warm duvet. You could feel yourself getting lightheaded and you mewled, lolling your head to the side.

A deep rumble shook his chest as he took in the sight of the unbitten nape of your neck. “Ah, so you’re unclaimed as well? I can change that one for ya, gaol.” (love)

His body pressed against yours next to the stage area, taking one hand to hold your head and the other to grip your waist. Leaning down, he rested his head in the crook of your neck and took in heavy whiffs of your own lavender, honey and cherry scent.

Should I tell him? Oh god, if I do then Roman will actually kill him. Especially Ember, your mind ran at a million miles an hour when he brushed his nose against the sensitive spot underneath your chin and you sighed contently.

Drew’s hand on your waist began to drift skyward and held you tighter, as if you were going to drift away if he let go. He chuckled and you felt it even through the layers of your ring gear, and you could slowly feel yourself drifting further and further into his touch…

“McIntyre! You get your grimy paws off her right the fuck now!”

Oh shit.

The two of you quickly departed when Ember roared. Her hair began to glow as brightly as her eyes did in that moment, and you swore you could see her teeth get sharp and her nails grow.

“I am so dead,” you murmured to yourself as she booked it over to the two of you at full speed, nearly colliding with the Scottish man when she stopped.

Going toe-to-toe with him, she growled, “If you ever, ever, ever, put your filthy hands on my friend again, I swear on everything that I’ll rip your balls off.”

She scoffed, stepping back to eye him up and down. “And trying to claim her when she’s clearly not your mate? Now that’s just pathetic, even for you, Drew.”

That’s because he is! you mentally screamed at her as she shoved her hand between the two of you and shoved, pulling you away from the wall.

She tugged you towards the stage area and you willingly went with her, despite all of your nerves and inner thoughts telling you otherwise. “Come on, (Y/n). Our match is just about to go on.”

Glancing back at Drew, you frowned a little, seeing his slightly hurt expression and how Ember’s nails left a slight mark on his chest. You sighed, placing a smile on your face anyways and letting Ember lead you two out as her theme began to play overhead.

Getting the win felt good, but pinning Ruby felt even better.

The adrenaline had your blood pumping and had you energized for exactly the length of time it took for you and Ember to get from the ring and back to backstage before everything just left you feeling almost jet lagged.

Walking back into the large hallway, you locked eyes with a solemn McIntyre standing nearby and apparently, the woman next to you had clearly noticed. She bared her teeth and gnashed them at him, making you flinch and grab her wrist to hold her back.

You sped off, towing the female Alpha behind you and occasionally looked back to catch his eyes but just missing him as his own theme started to play. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, walked through the curtain and oh shit he forgot about him.

Staring daggers at him from inside the ring was a very determined looking Roman Reigns, shoulders squared and all. Drew walked down to the ring eyeing him right back, shucking off his jacket and tossing it into the timekeeper’s area.

He stepped over the ropes and made his slightly shaking hands into fists, feeling his heart race and hearing the bell go off to signal the start of the match. The two of them rushed at each other and grappled for a second, Roman managing to get his head in the crook of his arm.

The match seemed to speed up as Drew was able to corner him against one of the turnbuckles. An odd look that appeared on his face was soon replaced with one of sheer anger when Roman smelled the air around him. Even with the Scot’s hand pressing his face into the ringpost, he still managed to catch a whiff of something familiar…

His Alpha instincts screamed confusion and upset and protect as he felt his eyes dilate. Throwing his elbow into the other man’s chest, he was able to shove him back far enough so he could grip his chin.

“Why do you smell like her, huh?!” he yelled, teeth beginning to extend. “What the hell did you do to her?!”

Confused, Drew thought, Wait, he picked up her scent as well? I thought only true mates cou-

His train of thought was interrupted with an abrupt shove and a rapid clothesline by Roman, making him fall to the ring mat. Standing on shaky legs, he didn’t even see his opponent hit him with his iconic Spear and go for the pin. The match was then over before he could even blink.

The ref raised Roman’s arm in victory before he tore it away in favor of kneeling down to face the fallen Scot. Moving to his ear, he whispered, “Don’t you even think about touching her again, McIntyre. I’m warning you now.”

He got up just as quickly and rolled out of the ring, stalking straight up the ramp and backstage without any hesitation. Roaming the hallways, he finally found his destination and banged on the door.

“(Y/n), open up! We need to talk now!”

“Gimme a second, Ro! I’m almost done packing my stuff!” you threw back, zipping up your duffel bag and hoisting the strap onto your shoulder.

Sitting on a nearby bench, Sasha lifted her head and raised her eyebrows at the Alpha’s insistent door knocking.

“What’s his deal, sis?”

A nervous chuckle suddenly leapt from you as you rubbed the back of your neck. “Well, actually…”

Another loud bang came from the door, startling the hell out of you both. Letting out a breath that you didn’t know you’d been holding in, you shakily made your way to the door and opened it, seeing an angry Roman fresh out of his match.

Sasha slipped in behind you and looked up, seeing how straight-faced he was before letting out an “I’ll see you later, (Y/n)” and leaving the locker room. As the violet haired woman’s figure turned the corner, he gripped your forearm and shoved you back through the door.

Quickly locking it behind him, he turned back to you rather slowly, giving you time to access him. His hands were clenched into fists, a vein was faintly popping out of his neck and his breathing was very rugged.

“Why did Drew smell like you tonight?”

A pin could drop and you would hear it from how quiet the space had gotten, a light hum from the lights above and his own breathing being the only noises heard. “Is there something you want to tell me, (Y/n)?”

You placed your duffel back onto the bench behind you and looked down, folding your hands together. “Well… he may have kinda… cornered me… in the hall before my match?”

“He what?!” Roman roared, making you take a few steps back.

“But, Ember was there to get him away from me and set him in his place… but not before he scented me.”

That seemed to hit him harder than anything as the two of you went quiet again for a heartbeat more. It was enough for his eyes to dilate a lot more and for him to steadily make his way to you.

Just like with Drew, you soon found yourself chest to chest with a hulking Alpha against the wall nearest to you, panting slightly with anticipation as your own eyes grew wide and the Omega in you screamed for him.

Wait, what? you asked your brain, confused as to why he had the same effect on you as Drew did. This has never happened before.

Well, he’s never been this protective over you. Not since…

Your mind shot a blank when you felt his wet hair brush against your skin, igniting metaphorical sparks as he moved his head. He held your biceps in his large hands and just like Drew, he placed his head in the crook of your neck and sighed.

Deciding to savor this moment of privacy yourself, you rested your head on his, feeling him run his jaw up and down your exposed neck. Instantly, you were hit with a wave of him; a feeling of calm and familiar rolled over your body and you smiled.

But this was different. This was something… more…

As the Alpha’s usual coconut, sandalwood and ocean breeze scent filled your lungs, your mind drifted to images and dreams of you two lounging on a beach somewhere in each other’s arms, laughing at nothing while you sip a strawberry daiquiri as the sun set on a clear sky…

No… it couldn’t be… you couldn’t have…

Could you?

Was this even possible?

You let out a squeak as he got even closer, the hardness of his vest pressing you harder against the wall. Hands already placed on his shoulders, you felt his chest rumble with a faint delight when you responded to his touches.

As quickly as the image popped into your head, it seemed to fade just as fast when he let you go and made you exhale from the long contact. He gently took your chin in his hand and raised your head to look at him, staring you square in the eye.

“I don’t want you smelling like him anymore, (Y/n),” he uttered, his eyes dilating back to normal and going soft. “If he tries that shit again, you come to me, ok?”

Without waiting for your response, he strode over to the door, unlocked it and made his exit, leaving you stunned and your body wanting all at the same time.

What the hell am I gonna do?

For the next week, Roman wouldn’t leave your side, not even for a second. Even Ember started to notice the near possessiveness the hulking Alpha was demonstrating and quite frankly, it freaked the hell out of her.

Hell, he even had the nerve to walk you down the ramp and accompany you to your rematch against Ruby dressed like a damn bouncer that following Monday, despite you continuously telling him not to. As the bell rang and the two of you went after each other, you could still feel his piercing gaze watch every move you made.

Everything was going well for you so far. You had managed to get Ruby’s shoulder’s down for the pin, and the ref’s hand was slamming down on the mat.

1!

2!

You waited for the three-count, but it never came because of the sound of blaring bagpipes that was Drew’s theme. Glancing towards the ring gave you the vision of a very pissed off Scottish Alpha who was currently focused on one Roman Reigns.

What the hell is he doing here? you mused, hefting yourself off of the Riott Squad member. Moving your gaze to them, you saw that they were engaged in a heated argument, standing face to face with fingers being pointed. One thing led to another and soon enough, both men were throwing fists in each other’s faces.

“What the hell are you two doing?! Stop!” you screamed at them, hoping that they’d hear you.

But they didn’t.

You didn’t see Ruby get off her back, and you certainly didn’t see the incoming kick she landed on the back of your neck. With you dazed, she quickly hit you with a roll-up and caught the three-count.

Her theme stated to play as she rolled out of the ring and rushed up the ramp, not wanting to see the outcome of your situation. As it stopped, you were left kneeling in the ring, shocked and tugging at the ends of your hair.

Small tears welled up in the corner of your eyes as you eyed the two men at ringside. Your wolf screamed anger and hurt, and you just wanted to get away from those two bastards. You got yourself up and stepped out of the ring ropes just in time to shove past both of them to walk backstage.

What was all that about? Do they know about… that already? Am I completely and utterly screwed. Do they know that I have to choose?

Every step towards the women’s locker room felt like a solid punch to your heart as thoughts kept raging in your mind, keeping you on your toes when you turned a corner.

“(Y/n)!”

Shit.

You stopped dead in your tracks in the middle of the hallway, silently cursing that there was no one around who could help you. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed on the walls and headed in your direction, but you couldn’t move yourself to look at them.

“Shit, small fry, we didn’t mean to-”

“‘M sorry this màthair (motherfucker) wasn’t-”

Their barrage of word vomit made you pivot on your heel, and you could feel your eyes begin to glow brighter and dilate more.

“Will the both of you please shut the fuck up?!”

And that line did it for them.

Sighing, you dropped your head into the palm of your hand and took a deep breath. No need to lose your shit over this, (Y/n). Just calm down.

“Ro,” you resumed, “i know you care about me and I know you want to protect me, but you don’t have to hover around my shoulder 24/7! I need space to breathe, you know.”

Turning to the Scot, you pointed a finger at him and said, “And you, Drew, you don’t have to step up to my friends just because they want what’s best for me. You have to see that. Now, can you both please tell me what’s wrong without killing each other in the process?”

Both men’s heads spun to the side to face the other, teeth bared and hands at the ready.

“I don’t want him fucking touching my mate!” they both roared at the same time.

Boom.

…

…

…

The lack of sound was deafening when you asked, “...your what? Roman, how long have you known?”

“Ever since you came to me with Ember after the situation with your ex,” the Samoan in front of you answered, shoving his hair back and glancing back at you. “That’s why I didn’t want you to get close with the Scot.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit and you know it, Reigns!”

“What did you say to me?” he demanded, pressing up against the other Alpha.

“I said it’s bullshit,” he smirked, looking down at him. “I’ve locked onto her scent for months now. I had a feelin’ about it, and I confirmed that last week.”

“So you cornered her to prove your damn point? Is that why I smelled her on you during our match last week?!”

They both turned to face you, making you shudder under their intense gazes. Drew gestured to you, saying, “Maybe we should let the lady decide for herself.”

What?

“So, lass, which one of us is tellin’ the truth?”

You wanted to shrink down into your skin in that moment. You had to tell them. It was the moment of truth.

But… would they accept it?

“Um… here’s the thing…” you started, gingerly holding the back of your neck. “I haven’t been the most… honest… person with you two either.”

Roman crossed his arms, confused. “What do you mean, (Y/n)?”

“Well, both of you seem to draw the same reaction out of me, since you both had scented me last week, so I think that you both are my mates.”

As you finished, you let out a soft nervous giggle, but the two Alphas in front of you weren’t laughing. The aura in the hall felt like all the air was sucked out of it in that one moment, the tension being so thick that you could cut it with a butter knife if you could.

After what seemed like hours of nothing being said, Roman piped up. “Why didn’t you say anything, small fry?”

“Are you kidding me?! You two try to murder each other on a weekly basis, so imagine what would’ve happened if I told you, or you for that matter,” you countered, looking back at Drew, “that your rival was also my mate.”

“She’s got a point there,” he pointed out.

“Shut up, asshole.”

You uttered, “This is exactly what I was talking about. We can’t even have a decent conversation without you two throwing jabs at each other.”

“How does this even work, (Y/n)?” Roman questioned, his eyes softening.

You shrugged as you placed your hands on your hips. “I don’t know the fucking biology of being an Omega. All I know is that you two are my mates and that I get super turned on when I’m around you.”

Oh fuck, I didn’t mean to say that, you thought, cursing the Omega in you wanting to jump their bones. You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth to keep more inner thoughts from coming out, but it was already too late.

Both men raised a brow at the comment, Drew chuckling at your newfound embarrassment.

“So what you’re sayin’ is…. is that you’re turned on right now?”

Don’t nod, don’t nod, don’t do fucking anything.

But, your brain and your nerves had other plans for the night as you nodded in agreement. He walked the short distance to you and cupped your jaw, drawing you to face his eyes. The Scot noticed how you weren’t fighting him off and he chuckled at your submission.

“That’s good, then.”

And with that, he drew you up to his waiting mouth and planted a hard kiss to your own, leaving you weak in the knees. His lips claimed yours in a heated dance that left you wanting - no, craving - more.

You couldn’t help but trail after his mouth when he slowly pulled away, leaving more than an ache between your thighs. Roman growled, stepping forward to handle him himself but you thrusted your arm out, holding him back.

“Leave him, Ro,” you told him, trying to keep your own body up on your shaky legs. “I’m fine.”

“You heard the caileag (girl), Reigns. She’s into it.” A lewd grin slid onto his face when you voiced your approval. His hands continued their path from his sides and onto your body, gripping your hips and moving you closer.

A minute passed before you asked, “So, what do we do now?”

“Well,” Drew spoke, his voice dripping faintly with lust, “I say we take our activities somewhere more… private.”

You shivered, seeing his teeth grow and feeling his scent start to seep into your skin. You were momentarily snapped out of your drifting by Roman, who cleared his throat.

“Is this ok with you, (Y/n)? I don’t want him trying to force you to do anything,” he said, maneuvering himself behind you and running his palms up and down your arms.

You mock him, “Is this ok with me? Have you ever seen the two of you? Of course I’m good with this.”

Drew roared with laughter, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. “Where should we take this now, (Y/n)?”

“I feel like I’ll explode if I have to wait any longer and frankly, I don’t think you can wait either,” you chided as you ground down against both of their bulges, making them groan.

“Alright, then. So let’s just continue it here.”

Wait, what?

As soon as you opened your mouth, Drew slammed his lips back onto yours, claiming them as his once again. His tongue slipped in-between your lips to entangle itself with your own as Roman began to pepper kisses along the back and down your neck. The Samoan then bit down harshly, pulling a moan from you as he sucked a dark mark into the skin.

Surprisingly, through the feeling of getting drunk off of two Alphas trying to get in your pants, your logistical side kicked in.

Wrenching your lips from the man in front of you, you wondered, “Wait a minute, what if someone sees us?”

“They won’t. We’ll make sure of it.”

Roman’s voice piped up from behind you, his hands moving to your hips and switching their place with the Scot’s. He continued to place love bites on the column of your neck while Drew’s lips left your own and began to trail down your jaw.

Planting a final bite to your bottom lip, he moved down to the side of your neck that Roman hadn’t marked up yet and setting down his own claims on you. Your skin was ablaze with a burning need for something to happen, and you guys had just started.

You wanted them to bite you, mark you. Show the whole world that you had been blessed with two burly Alpha males.

Tilting your head back, you whined and pressed Drew’s head into your skin to voice what you couldn’t say. His chest rumbled with a caged laughter, slightly humbled by your enthusiasm.

“We’ll get to that soon, nighean bheag (baby girl). Just be patient.”

His mouth trailed from down your neck and hit the top of your chest, licking and biting at any patch of skin he could reach. He reached up to cup your breast, fondling it briefly before pulling down your ring top and eyeing your hardened nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and made you tug on his hair, holding his head still while Roman reached into your top to massage the other one.

The two men seemed to work together in a weird way you hadn’t seen before as when Drew finished working on one of your nipples, Roman would move on to pinch and tug at it when he moved to the other. It made your lower belly go warm and made you smile a little.

As he continued to make his way down, Ro made it his effort to keep you entertained up top with him whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Omega,” he murmured before softly placing his lips on yours. “I can smell your needy pussy from up here. But, I’m gonna let him have a taste first.”

You felt your face grow warm and chose to focus your vision on the wall behind Drew, but they both weren’t having that tonight.

A sharp pinch on your thigh through your fishnets brought your attention back to the man who was currently on his knees in front of you. “Ya better not be spacing out on us, leannan. We need you t’ see how ready you are for us.”

His accent was muddy with lust as he gripped the sides of your ring shirts and pulled them down, you toeing them off when they reached your ankles. A ripping sound followed thereafter when he put a large hole in the crotch of your tights to expose the black cotton panties you wore.

“Mmm,” he moaned, pressing his nose in the apex of your thighs and inhaling deeply, “ya smell absolutely divine, lass. We’ve barely touched ya and you’re already drippin’ wet.”

Barely? Um, the various hickies on my neck beg to differ.

You held the catty remark back just as he ran his fingers up and down where your slit was, causing you to buck your hips in his face.

“Roman, if ya wouldn’t mind…?”

He smirked, moving his rough hands to your thighs. “Gladly.”

He held them tight and spread them, hoisting you up to keep them apart. He was strong enough to hold you there - and more than likely enough to do some other things to you - and that made a shiver run down your spine.

A breeze hit your bare lower lips when Drew dragged your panties to the side and stared at your juices shining in the low light.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about. You’re soaked, (Y/n). I wonder if I just…”

The sentence trailed off into nothing as he leaned forward to lick a stripe from the bottom of your lips to the top, spreading them to circle your clit with his thumbs. A loud moan almost left you, but you placed your hand over your mouth to muffle the noise.

Roman tutted at you, biting your earlobe and tugging on it. “Oh no you don’t, baby girl. You’re gonna let the entire arena know who’s making you feel this good. So, take that hand from your mouth now.”

Slowly drawing your hand away, you felt Drew blow on your clit and suck it into his mouth, suctioning his lips around the small but. This time, you didn’t try to hide the noise that you let out, your Omega side going crazy at the thought of being pleasured by your true mates.

He moved his fingertips down your labia and went straight for your hole, sliding a thick one in and groaning at your tightness. The vibrations ran from your core up and you tried to wrap your thighs around his head but Roman’s grip prevented you from doing so.

He peeked over your shoulder and groaned at the sight, rutting his hips into your ass. He saw the Scottish Alpha slide two more of his fingers into you and felt you squirm in his hold, the sight making him grow even harder. Shutting his eyes, he bent his head back and banged it against the wall behind him but not before he heard Drew call his name.

“Spread her ass, Roman. I have an idea.”

The world seemed to tilt on its axis when you heard that. Even in your arousal fueled daze, you managed to choke out a moan and grind your hips down on the Scot’s fingers.

His brows furrowed, picking his head back up to face you. “This alright with you, (Y/n)?”

Oh Roman, always the protective one, you thought when you nodded, your nerves igniting at the thought.

That was all the approval Drew needed before the man behind you grasped your ass and spread your cheeks, exposing your back hole to his waiting eyes. Gliding his wet fingers from your core and to your ass made you shudder at the sudden emptiness but groan at the newfound wet feeling.

Looking up at you, a soft grin was in place of his usual cocky smirk as he kissed the exposed skin of your thighs and slid his index finger into you.

You were pretty sure that groans you two made that second were ricocheting off the walls at that point with your nails currently biting into the skin of Roman’s arms. One hand flew to the back of Drew’s head when he moved his tongue back to your clit, flicking it in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

The coil in your core grew tighter and tighter with each passing moment and with each finger Drew added to your ass. Three fingers later, you were trembling in Roman’s hold and willing yourself not to cum all over his face. Luckily, he withdrew his fingers just in time to sit back and watch your own slick drip down from your empty cunt and into your gaping ass.

The erotic sight made him squeeze his cock through his ring trunks, releasing a pent up moan from within him. As he rose, the sight of your wrecked form with marks covering your neck and shoulders seemed to have an effect on both men. A silent agreement between the two lead Roman to place you on the ground shakily as they removed their pants to expose their hard members to you.

Drawing your eyes from the floor, they stuck to their cocks, inches on inches of throbbing Alpha that made your legs even more shaky and your core throb with anticipation.

“So, who’s getting where, boys?” you asked, chuckling slightly with how drunk you were on both of them.

Side eyeing each other, they nodded and each grabbed one of your arms, spinning you around so that your front faced Roman and that your back hit Drew’s chest.

“I’m gonna need more of that tight ass of yours, love,” he responded, desire dripping from his tongue. He slapped your ass then, the sound bouncing off the walls and your ears. He snickered when you ground back against him as if to ask for more, but he just lifted you up and wrapped your legs around Roman instead.

“Hey there, small fry.”

The softness that had lingered in his eyes before was soon overtaken by dilated pupils when roman held onto your hips and Drew spread your cheeks to expose your hole. Both men angled themselves against you, causing your lower half to quiver, and they slowly slid into you.

You couldn’t form into words the feeling of being filled at both ends. When Drew popped into your ass, you shut your eyes and stars formed behind your lids. They both began their slow thrusting to get you warmed up, but your whimpers and whines almost made them lose their cool a few times.

“Harder, please, I need it.” Your needy Omega side was starting to come forth, and you bounced on both men as best you could to achieve that feeling.

“To hell with it,” Drew growled, slapping your ass once more before pistoning his hips into yours, beckoning Roman to do the same.

“Yes, yes!” you sobbed as they set a brutal pace, feeling their cocks rub against each other through your wall’s thin tissue. The sound of skin slapping on skin was deafening and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head when Roman hit your spot dead-on.

Tilting your head back again, you rested it on Drew’s broad shoulder and rocked your hips forward when your Samoan started lapping at your breasts. Sweat began to drip down and off of all of you, none of you caring anymore whether someone heard you fucking or not. You felt their knots start to swell underneath you, causing you to push back harder against them. They both roared at this, each of them going back down to give your neck more hickies.

“We’re not gonna knot ya, (Y/n),” Drew panted, his voice hot and heavy in your ear. “We’ll save that for another time.”

“Yeah, a time when we’re actually in a bed,” Roman added, chuckling at your expression.

You clenched down on both of them and they groaned, holding back their own impending release for when you came. You actually weren’t that far off from them because the coil in your core seemed to snap when they looked at each other, eyes dark and teeth sharp. They looked down at your bite ridden neck and bit down harshly, piercing the skin and marking you.

That’s what did it for you.

When your slick gush onto Roman’s cock in fervish, he spilled his own load inside you as he gripped your already bruise covered hips. Drew was the last to fall over that edge, shooting his hot cum deep inside your ass and revelling in the feeling.

The three of you panted and slumped against each other in a mess of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies. The wall against Roman’s back would’ve been a blessing if he had his shirt off but for now, he’d just enjoy the moment for the time being.

A few seconds had passed of you all being connected when you said, “I don’t think I can walk for the rest of the night.”

Your cheeks were flushed to oblivion, and you felt like you were fucked six ways from Sunday. Still holding you, Roman suggested, “Maybe we should take a breather for a minute. Or five. Or fifty.”

“I like the sound of that,” the Scot agreed, nuzzling your hair and smiling. His accent was still thick but you still managed to hear everything he said.

You mind began to drift off as you felt them lap at the bonding marks they made on you. Even though your entire body ached and you were probably going to waste an entire bottle of concealer to cover up your various bruises, you couldn’t be more happy.

You continued to drink in the mixture of the warm and cool scents around you, letting it fill your lungs and enter your heart. It’s be like this every day with them, hopefully.

Your true mates.

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suicidal || alex standall

prompt: You should do an Alex imagine where his gf is on one of the tapes and is suicdal. + Can you do an Alex imagine with suicidal reader + Can you do a Alex imagine where you guys are really close and you are on the tapes and you become super distant and suicidal

warnings: suicidal!reader, swearing, reader is on the tapes

a/n: this took a while to post bc i had to think of a reason to why the reader is on the tapes. italics mean hannah speaking , and as always feedback is appreciated and requests are open ALSO reader is tape number 14 and lets pretend clay recorded bryce’s confession on something else.

Girls will be girls and boys will be boys they say. But sometimes their actions can affect lives. They affected mine, see I went through some dark times and when I needed you most, you backed out. Why did you leave when i needed you most? But hey, girls will be girls right? This one’s for you Y/N Y/L/N.

You were lying in bed, listening to tape Hannah speak, while you felt your heart sink. After sitting through a long night, listening to each tape, you finally got to yours. You never knew you were one of these reasons Hannah killed herself until you walked home from school one day and saw a horribly wrapped package addressed to you. You had used a walkman your parents had to listen to the numbered tapes. And hearing Hannah speak and introduce the tapes, you couldn’t believe you were one of the reasons.

You and Alex Standall were dating so once you go to his tape, you couldn’t believe what Hannah was saying, but you carried on, and listened to each heartbreaking tape. So once you got the last tape you knew it was about you.

You see Y/N, even though you are my 14th tape, Mr Porter is still my last reason. You were such a nice person, you became my friend after Alex and Jess left. But after my reputation had changed for the worse and I was ‘Hannah The Slut’ you started hanging out with me less. You still always gave me a smile when we passed in the halls but you never stopped to ask how I was or anything really. Were you ashamed to hang out with me? Was I a burden to you?

At this point you were in tears, your nose was stuffed and your eyes were red and puffy. “I’m so sorry Hannah, I didn’t mean to leave you.” You spoke, turning to your side on your bed. You had your headphones in so you didn’t hear your door open. You felt arms wrap around your crying figure. You removed one earbud and turned to face your hugger. “It’s okay Y/N.” Alex spoke and kissed your forehead. You turn to face Alex, your head in his chest “I didn’t mean to hurt Hannah.” You spoke into his chest, your tears staining his shirt, but Alex didn’t mind. He hated seeing like this.

Alex moved to stop the tape and move the god damn thing away from you, since you already finished your tape. “It’s okay Y/N.” Alex said once again, and you calmed down and slowed your breathing, listening to Alex’s heartbeat. Then the two of you fell asleep.

Since you were the last person to receive the tapes, you held on to them. Even though they caused you emotional pain, it was the only thing you had left from Hannah. You kept the shoebox under your bed, and rarely touched it. You carried on with your life as per usual. You started to notice how everyone who was on the tapes looked more stressed and freaked. They knew what you had done and you know what they did. But you and Alex were still happy, and that’s what matters. But after a week since listening to the tapes, you’ve had a total shift of behavior.

You had been more tired that usual, you ate less, rarely spoke and would get agitated easily. Alex noticed your shift in behavior, but thought it wouldn’t be a big deal. But then your behavior continued for 2 months. Then one day you weren’t at school. Alex had started freaking out, but you sat at home, emotionally drained. Why am I still alive? This question would echo in your mind. Why were you still alive? You had contributed to make a girl commit suicide and she was your friend.

You hated yourself and the guilt was eating you alive. “I shouldn’t have left her.” You mumble to yourself. Your whole body felt sore and weak, you’ve been eating less, your face was a sickly color and bags formed under your eyes. Alex went straight to your house that afternoon, panic was rushing through him. “Hey Ms. Y/L/N, is Y/N home?” Alex asked your mom who opened the door and greeted him. “She’s in her room. Alex, do you know why she’s been acting so strangely? She’s not acting like the Y/N we know.” Your mom spoke, her voice quiet. Alex shook his head, knowing better than to let his girlfriend’s mom know about the tapes.

She gave Alex a smile and let him in, the platinum blonde hair boy rushing to your room. He found you laying in bed and staring at your ceiling. “Why am I still alive Alex?” You asked, your voice calm and soft. “Y/N, no, please don’t think like that.” Alex spoke, immediately sitting next to you and pulling you close to him. “But it’s true Alex, I killed Hannah Baker.” You cried softly. “We all did, but you shouldn’t take your life because it. Hannah’s death affected a bunch of people and yours would too. Please don’t do it.” You laid your forehead on Alex’s shoulder, tears falling from your eyes.

“It’s hard, the guilt is eating me alive.” You said. Alex cupped your face and made you look at him, “It’s okay, we’ll get through this. I’ll help you.” He kissed your forehead. “Thank you, I love you.” You spoke, and Alex gave you a smile, “I love you too.”

damn this was rlly long and im not too proud of it but i posted so :)) ALSO this is such a serious topic like please if you ever feel suicidal get help or even call a hotline, its better to get help then go through it alone