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honey-minded-hivemind · 8 months ago

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🖤Dark AU, Post One, Blast from the Past:

(Warning: Descriptions of wounds, scars, blood, as well as mentions of death, platonic yanderes being creepy and scary, and Reader being close to passing out. You have been warned...)

• You groan, your eyes squeezed shut tight and hard, your chest heaving and bleeding... Were you in Heaven...? Were you in H*ll...? Dust is thick in the air, along with the scent of sulphur and weeping iron. Every inch of your skin hurts...

• Something taps you, soon shaking your arm lightly. "Reader... Reader, get up...!" You groan again, but hesitantly peak an eye open, cracking its barrier between cold darkness and cool air. Leaning over you, looking down at you with gentle, worried eyes, is Kurt. Huh... wait a minute- Weren't you... Didn't you all...?

• "Kurt...?" You can't help but ask. It can't be... You can't be... But if he's here, and so are you... Where is-

• "READER!" shouts a happy, teary voice, and suddenly your tackled in a messy, warm hug by Kitty. Tears run down her face, and her hair's a mess, but she's here, alive, and crying all over you. "Don't ever do that again!"

• "So is Pietro...?" You're answered by a bruised Pietro looking over her shoulder, giving you a harsh glare. "What were you THINKING?! You could have-!" He holds his tongue, but he and Kurt end up hugging you too, and now all four of you are crying, holding onto the only comfort and friends nearby. "Guys, I'm fine-"

• You feel a sharp sting in your chest, then feel a wetness spread across your shirt. Okay... You're not fine. Your head hurts, your arms feel like someone cut them open, and you feel tired enough to slip into a coma. And your friends don't look much better... Kurt has a jagged scar around his throat, a bit of blood matted into the fur, a cut lacing his cheek. His arms shake, and his tail is wrapped tightly around your ankle, also shaking, like you might disappear... Kitty is firmly hugging all of you, but there's a hole through her blouse, almost like someone... There's a bruise, dark and ugly, on each of her arms, with fingerprint marks... And Pietro... He doesn't look you in the eye, but keeps humming, holding on to you and the others tightly, his pulse sharp and too fast, even for him... There is blood in his hair, a fresh scar above his eye, and dried flecks of red across his face and neck...

• You... you do remember what happened last... Your head being bashed into a hard floor... Deep, bruising hands holding your arms behind you... Whispers of hate and malice, all directed at you... The sting of a knife on your legs, your arms... Then the cold, burning touch of a blade ripping through your shirt, through your skin, until red oozed out and your head felt light... And everything going dark as you heard screams and sobbing...

• ... You all should be dead, shouldn't you? But... you're not, are you? You can hear your friends' breathing, feel their shaking forms hugging each other, see the harrowed, desperate look on their faces... If you're alive, this is a miracle. But that raises the question...

• "Where... where are we? Where are the others? Are we home?" You pull yourself away, then struggle to your feet. Looking around, you see dark, warped walls and barely flickering lights. Old scratches mar the floor, along with dark splatters of what, you'd rather not guess. Dust coats every surface, even the air is filled with it. And you and your friends... are in the middle, like a piece out of place. Your fami- team, they'd be looking for you, or would have had you all in an infirmary or hospital right now. So... why aren't you? Did they not find you? But why are you alive if they aren't here? Something... something isn't quite adding up...

• Kurt looks around, but joins you, his tail wrapping around your leg again. Pietro and Kitty follow, Kitty helping the speedster stand. "Whoa, this place looks like a mess!" She glances over at you, then back at the walls. "Wasn't this, like, where it... y'know...?" And she's right, on both accounts. This place looks awful, and... it is where you last remember being... Except it looks abandoned, and it wasn't abandoned ten minutes ago... How long were you all out?

• "Ja, this place looks like an animal hit it," Kurt adds. His fingers twitch lightly, nervously, and he steps closer to you. "Perhaps ve can go somevhere else? With a less creepy look?" Pietro nods, still not looking at you. You frown, wondering what's wrong... Kitty and Kurt glance over at you, then gasp. You raise a brow, then let out a small groan at the bruised feeling. "What is it? I can't look that bad..."

• One of them grabs an old coat, long since left to gather dust, and tosses it over you, fastening it. "Um... it's best you cover up. You... You're still bleeding, and your shirt is kinda useless, now," Kitty says, carefully making sure the coat stays pressed to your wound, and Kurt nods. "Right. I think ve need to see a doctor..." Pietro snorts. "Yeah, we do..." You nod, not wanting to talk. The four of you work your way carefully through the facility, watching out for shattered glass and fallen weapons. It looks like a fight broke out, but against what? You try not to think on it, or on anything, too deeply. You don't really want to think right now...

• The halls are dark, with the occasional working light. Old splatters of dark gore coat the walls and floors, along with scattered papers and coats. You can smell the old, sweetly rotten stench of death down some corridors, which you steer the others away from. You just survived death... You don't want to see more of it... Everything is quiet, lifeless. It's cold, causing shivers to race through your body. Why would anyone leave this place like this? Were they in a rush? Or did someone attack them? You stop your train of thought there, not liking the possible answers.

• You four eventually stumble into a garage or hangar, and spot a few vehicles. Along one wall are some keys, and Kurt goes over, grabbing a few. He waves them, smiling, amd you can't help but grin back. Looks like you all are in luck for once. "Let's get out of here!" he cheers quietly, then tries the button on one of the key sets. A jeep-like vehicle lets out a noise, sending you all huddling together, eyes wide and stances defensive. But nothing else happens. It's just the car, and now you all can leave. "C'mon, guys, let's go," Pietro grumbles, and you and Kitty help him walk over to the vehicle while Kurt gets in the driver's seat. You situate Pietro in the back, keeping his legs up and laid across you lap, while Kitty climbs into the front passenger seat, ready to help you all phase through any obstacles. "Ready, guys?" Kurt asks, and a resounding "Yep!" goes through the car. Then the jeep pulls out, and you're all moving, slowly pulling away from the worst nightmare you've ever had...

• The ride is quiet, filled with soft chatter between you four, as you figure out exactly where you are. You're somewhere in Canada, which, while it isn't ideal, at least means you're not too far from the others... Huh. What are they going to think of this mess? If you're lucky, Logan won't lock you up in the infirmary for the next year. And the Professor might give another lecture, maybe about safety and being more alert, but you'd give anything to hear it. Storm is going to be so worried when she sees you and the others like this. Beast hopefully won't be too rattled... Not to mention Mr. Lehnsherr, Pietro's dad. Ha. He... he isn't going to be pleased. At ALL. Mystique is not going to leave Kurt alone once he's feeling better. And Sabretooth might actually make good on his threat to eat the next human who looks at y'all funny... You... you really missed them. All of them. Even the other teens...

• Scott and Jean and Rogue and Evan... They won't let you sleep without one of them trying to sleep over in the infirmary. Scott will try to lecture you all, then end up saying not to disappear again. Jean will just be glad you're back, hugging you all to death. Rogue will get mad, but she'll forgive you for... for disappearing. And Evan will call dibs on sleeping over with y'all, and catching you up on what happened. Then there's Lance and Fred and Todd and Wanda... Lance will call you all idiots, probably secretly worried. Fred would cry, then squeeze y'all into a hug. Todd would try to stay chill, but end up crying, possibly more than Fred. And Wanda would put you all on house arrest, while she exacts her revenge... You miss them all, too...

• You saw them as family, okay? You just... you could never tell them. You never did. You didn't want to lose them if you told them. They were the best thing to ever happen to you, accepting you and giving you a home and friends and people who cared for you and your health and safety. They were kind, maybe a little silly, and they meant so much to you. You always tried to make them smile. It was the least you could do. You loved them, with all your heart. When they saw you again... would they be mad? Would they kick you off the team? Would they cry? Or would they just hug you all and not let you get up until you've been healed? ... They probably were worried sick, wherever they are. So you need to contact them as soon as possible, so they can pick you all up and get you to see a doctor and make sure you weren't bleeding out or suffering from a concussion.

• "Hey..." You turn to look over at Pietro. He's still not looking straight at you. His hands are still shaking, the knuckles white from how tight they're gripping each other. You take one hand in yours, and shift, making sure he can see you clearly. "... I'm not mad, with what you did, okay? I just... please, don't do it again... We... we could have lost you..."

• You nod, squeezing his hand. "I promise... I... I'd do it again, though. I love you guys. I hope you know that." After the... Incident... you'd rather not talk about it ever again. But you won't hide how much you love your friends, or how you feel towards them. "I'm sorry for scaring you, Tro." He snorts, eyes closing for a minute, then his hand squeezes yours. "Just don't do it again." You smile softly. "I'm not planning on it."

• You tune back into Kitty and Kurt's conversation. She's pointing out the nearest town on the map she's pulled out, and Kurt's asking questions on how close it is. A few signs loom out of the inky darkness, depicting a town name... You sigh, leaning back and closing your eyes. Yet the longer they stay shut, the more images flash in your head, of bright red and cold steel and wide, terrified eyes and loud screaming- Your eyes flick back open, and you take to looking out the window. Trees pass by, as do rocky inclines and some peaks, with pine trees and large stones and deep grooves... The stars are small and shining, like small fireflies in the dead of Autumn... The window pane is cool to the touch, and the wind whistles by, low and soothing... You're safe... You're all safe...

• The car slows to a stop once you reach a town, careful to park at a gas station not close to anyone. There's only one or two other cars there, so no one should really notice you. You shake Pietro awake, who grumbles, but accepts your help getting out. Kurt takes up the task of helping him walk, while you keep an eye out for danger. There's no one outside... You four enter with a small jingle of the door, and find the store silent. The person at the cashier counter is partially asleep, not paying attention, while a lady shuffles in the back. Good. That means no trouble. You let Kitty grab some drinks while Kurt and Pietro handle snacks, as you need to figure out the date... You almost pass by a stack of newspapers, but pull back to glance over them... But...

• Something isn't right about them. The headlines are weird, with mentions of a new president... there's no paragraphs about mutant-human relations... and the year... it... it has to be wrong.... There's no way it's been that long-! It, it couldn't be possible... You perk up, on edge, but only hear Kitty calling for you from the front. She and the boys had some food for the road, and you quickly grab a few granola bars as you make your way up to them. The cashier, now semi-awake, stares at you four, a mix of shock and confusion on their face. Kurt pipes up. "Is this enough to cover it?" He presses a few twenty dollar bills towards them, then smiles sheepishly. "Sorry. Ve are...traveling! Yes! And, are going to meet friends..." The person just stares. They look at the money, mumble about not drinking anymore soda, then hand you all the bags of your snacks. "Good night! And, like, thanks!" Kitty adds, then you four trail out the door, hurrying to the car. You and Kurt set Pietro back up in the back seats, you sit next to him, Kitty sits in the front passenger side, and Kurt pulls back into the driver's seat.

• You all are not graceful while you eat. You're pretty sure you all almost choked a few times trying to stuff enough granola and chips down to stave off any hunger pains. You aren't sure when you all ate last... You chew through some jerky and fruit gummies while Kitty takes apart a bag of mixed granola. Kurt is drinking a whole bottle of water, and Pietro inhales the sugary snacks as fast as possible... By the time you four are done, you feel doubly tired. The others' soft groans assure you that you aren't the only one who feels that way. "Where to, Kurt?" You're curious, and wondering how much further before you reach a more populated town. "I think ve're close enough to..." he points at the map, at a small star with a tiny name above it. "Ve can go there, and try and contact the others..." A tired cheer fills the car, then you're all back on the road...

• The night stretches on, long and unending. It feels nice, being with the others, being so close to going home... You push the old lab coat together over your wound, holding back a pained hiss. For some reason, it isn't closed up or completely scarred over... It isn't as deep as you remember, but it still hurts... You keep an eye on the passing roads and trees and towns, enjoying a few car games with the others as you wait. And then, there it is... a city close to Bayville...

• You four are careful as you park, exiting the jeep. You know Kurt can't hide, and you all look worse for wear... The best thing is to stick together and avoid people when you can... The city is unusually quiet from what you remember. Most people aren't out, or if they are, they're inside. You see a few TVs flashing in a window, but don't watch for long. You hate the news, always discussing mutants and how to control them... You and the others stick to more shadowed sidewalks, peering at signs and at windows, hiding when anyone looks your way. No one seems to notice, or care... It's odd, but it's useful at the moment. You end up finding a payphone, and pull out some coins. "So, who should call them?"

• You speak up, "I remember the number for the Institute..." You're shoved towards the phone, and as you enter the change and press the right buttons, you feeled worried, for a minute. Like something might be wrong... The phone rings, and you hold it close. It picks up, and you're quick to start talking. "U-um, hi, guys! Uh, we, we kinda need you to pick us up. We're, uh, we're a town over from Bayville, I think- The others say hi, but not to worry, we're fine. W-we promise not to do something like this again, this got... a little out of hand- I can't wait to see you! So, um... please come pick us up? Soon? It's, a bit cold, and I don't think we're dressed to be walking around people... Um, this is Reader. See you soon. Love you. Bye," you finish. Your call was... a mess. But so were you, your friends, and this entire situation. You all would be lucky if you weren't grounded for this. Or set on bedrest for a few weeks. Or banned from a month of missions. Heh. You. You really missed them...

• "Okay. Now we just wait... Let's find somewhere... quieter, than this," you tell them. Pietro points out something. "Maybe one of my dad's old bases..." You stare at him for a moment, along with the others. "What?! It's useful, isn't it?" "Yeah, totally." "No problems here!" "Um... yeah, that sounds good. What is the base, exactly, Tro?" He shifts for a moment, then answers, "It's an old warehouse. It isn't too far away, and it's not like most people would hang out there..." You all agree that's the best option, and start walking. You and Kitty help support Pietro, switching off with Kurt when you're halfway there. You can't see any humans nearby, and can't smell any. You only hear the rustle of wind and the chitters of small rodents as you four walk by. The weather is chilly, and you can't wait to be indoors. Is it Autumn? You aren't sure... Pietro tells you all to turn down a sidestreet, and soon a large building looms ahead. The warehouse... Huh. Who knew his dad's obsession with having many bases would come in handy...

• Entering the building isn't a problem. Making your way to a few boxes, half-hidden in the shadows, lets you all sit for a few minutes. The building is full of large crates and old tarps, some old machines or tables lying here or there. It's almost maze-like, half-cast in shadows, then in bright lights... You can hear the shift in the air, the slight rumble of an aircraft, and you quiet, shushing the others and pointing up. You can feel the excitement, the joy at going home... But... you don't know why, but you stay back, anxiety buzzing at your mind...

• You can hear the low hum of voices, the sounds of people walking, and then... the doors are opening. You watch the shadows as they form along the floor, you note the scent of your team, you can feel the slight tension in the air... And then there they are, and they're watching you, and you're staring at what looks like strangers wearing the skin of your family.

• They're older. The adults look haggard, a little thinner, more desperate. You don't remember them ever looking so upset. And the teens... some are adults now, and they all look haunted, hopeful, so breakingly hopeful... They never looked that sad before. Who... who are these people? Where is your team? Are you all in the wrong universe? Is this a nightmare? Because... this can't be real... Can it?

• "Kids...?" You hear one of the adults ask that, stepping forward slightly. There's a thick tension in the air, one that you're afraid to cut. "It... it can't be..." You see a small shift in the group. "Who are you?" You almost bristle at that. Who are you? Who are they! How dare they wear your friends faces, or impersonate them! "It's us! Who are you?!" Your words burn as you say them, but you shift so they can see you a little.

• "Dad...? W-what is this? Wait... Wanda?" Pietro whispers. He looks shocked, and you watch the reaction of the other group carefully. Two of them look like Pietro's family... But his dad looks older, thinner, more... the only word you can think of is insane... And Wanda doesn't look much better, except she looks so... desperate. So hopeful. You can see what looks like Logan and Storm there, too, along with Mystqiue and Rogue and Sabretooth and Scott... Is everyone magically older, somehow? And sad? And... creepy? In an almost scary way?

• "Scott...? Why are you older...?" Kitty asks nervously. Kurt lets out a small gasp when he spots Rogue. She also appears older, taller, than what any of you remember. You keep yourself close to your friends, glaring slightly at the odd people before you. If these are your friends... then what the h*ll happened... Something seems to flick across your mind, someone pressing, checking, confirming, then they're gone... And in enters another person, who could only be Jean...

• "It's them..." she calls out, and that seems to cause a reaction in the group. They're now more hopeful, more watchful, more scary, in your eyes. You keep yourself in check, but listen as one of the adults steps forward... "Hey, kids... A lot happened, hasn't it?" You're quiet, but they continue... "We... we missed ya... We really did. You don't know how glad we are to see ya all again..." They step forward, and the team does too, all fanning out. You're tense now, ready to tug the others back in a heartbeat... "A lot has changed... We can talk about it in a bit, okay? You're safe... But... we need to go somewhere else. Somewhere to check up on ya. Okay? Now just... stay still... This won't take but a minute..." You twitch, and just in time you pull them back as a dart lands where one of your friends had just been. "RUN!"

• You all split up, taking different paths as you dodge behind crates and take to the shadows. You can hear pleads from the older team, begging you all to come out, to not hide from them... You hiss as you feel your wound reopen, and you drag yourself into the darkness. The crates hide you, the tarps fluttering softly in unseen currents, but you can hear the shuffle as you're all hunted. You duck behind a box when you hear footsteps, then see the dim glow from a visor... Scott...

• "Reader? Kid, did you go this way?" He walks around carefully, checking behind boxes and under tarps. "Please... please just come out. You're not in danger! You're completely safe. I'm... we're so, so sorry we didn't make it in time... I promise, we didn't stop until we avenged you..." He steps into the center, and you see a small smile splayed across his lips. "I really missed you... It's gonna be okay... C'mon! Brother's right here..." You hear something clatter in the distance, and he takes off, disappearing from sight. You sigh, tugging yourself onto a new path...

• You're in a row with tarps covering most of the area, keeping some things hidden from view... Some persons, too, as it turns out... You stiffen as someone comes across you, stepping from behind the old cloth... "Heh... Hey, sugah... did ya miss me?" You take a step back. Rogue... she... she looks like she's seen better days. You're quiet when she comes closer... "I- I am so glad to see you again. We all are.... You... you watched after Kurt, and Kitty. I... I'm sorry, what happened to ya..." She sighs, and you smell the scent of tears, salty and somber... "You're gonna be okay... All of you are... We just have ta get ya somewhere safe... Can ya do that? It's okay... you can trust me..." She's hopeful, and your gut churns, seeing her like this... You try to say something, but can't... She steps closer... Then there's a glint of something in her hand, and your eyes widen as you fall back, barely moving in time from the dart in her hand.

• "R-Rogue, w-what are you doing?!" You start running, knocking over a few crates as you get away. You twist, grunting in pain as you feel blood seep through the old coat. You... you need to hide... now... You struggle, but shapeshift, feeling yourself become smaller, your arms turn to wings, your sight sharpen... and then you're hopping, flapping, then taking flight. You soar carefully overhead, landing on top of a large crate overlooking the warehouse. You can see a few of the adults, near the front... They're around... oh no...

• You caw, loud and shrill, and take off. Your wings glide across the air, bringing you closer-

• Then you feel something hit you, and you fall, slowly changing back in a flurry of feathers and limbs... You groan, a hand pressing at your wound, trying to stop the blood... And stalking forward, right in front of you, is Logan... You shrink back, your back pressed hard into a box behind you as you try to stand. A whine slips past your lips at the movement, and you can only watch, helpless, as Logan squats beside you...

• "Hey, bub... Stop moving..." His hand is pressing down on you, and his nose twitches at the scent of blood and the sticky feel of it on his hand... "Kid..." He sounds upset, but keeps his hand pressed firmly to your wound. He sighs, then scoops you up, until your half-cradled against him. "What have they done ta ya...?" A deeper, warmer sigh escapes him. "You're goin' ta be okay... Just don't move... How have ya been, pup? I've missed ya..." A pained grunt escapes you, and you gasp sharply as he keeps you in place. "I know, I know, it hurts, pup... It's goin' ta be okay... I've got you..." A hum buzzes in his throat, and you feel his free hand pat your head. His eyes are warm, like little pools of rusty brown, or warm raisins... "Logan... I..." You whimper as his hand touches the wound on your head, that you didn't notice until then. "We need ta get ya ta Hank. Okay, pup?" He hums again, and you copy it for a second. "Just relax, okay? Deep breaths, look up, don't struggle..." Before you can ask why, something stings your shoulder. You hiss, then feel a pat at your back. "Good kid... You're about ta feel really tired, alright? It's nothin' ta worry about... Ya just need a bit of rest..."

• Strong arms are wrapped around you, then you're being picked up. Feeling weightless scares you for a minute, but then a soft rumble is heard, and you relax slightly. Your head... it really hurts... And you feel completely exhausted. Your eyes struggle to stay open, even when your wounds flarewith small bursts of pain. The humming picks up... You squint when lights shine down on you, but it quickly dims once you're back at the front of the building... You can see your friends also being held, and you try to move for a minute, wanting to check on them- "No, no, stay still..." Something holds you tighter, and your tired limbs stop struggling. You blink sleepily, wanting to know your friends are okay... "They're fine, kid... Just tired, too... Now, let's go home..."

• You feel more than watch as you're carried out of the warehouse, your friends being taken as well... The sky is still dark, but the air doesn't seem as cold... You feel a hand in your hair, and with a tired noise, you lean into the touch. It feels nice... You feel your thoughts slowing down, dripping into a quiet puddle as the familiar jet opens up for you all, and all you can think as you fall unconscious is whether you're going home...

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luna0713hunter · 1 year ago

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Hellooo~

I just found your blog rn and I immediately fell in love with your works(especially sukuna ffs).

I love the way you write sukuna and reader's relationship.

And if ur ok with it, may I request a sukuna x reader angst? Maybe where reader is a sorcerer and she got badly injured and got into a almost death situation during a fight and sukuna is smh guilty for it??

You can ignore this if u want to<3

-🍪

Author's note : Hi hi ( ꈍᴗꈍ)oh my gosh im so happy to hear that!!!thank you so much darling!it makes me super happy

Mhm,i love the smell of fresh angst with happy ending in the midnight lmao. I'll gladly write it!! Hope you enjoy this,Cookie-chan!

Warnings : Sukuna Sorcerer au!,angst,injury and blood,happy ending!

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You knew this would happen,and you were happy to rub it in your idiot boyfriend's face with a big "i told you so."

That is,if you make it out alive.

The curse before you lets out a loud noise, something akin to cackle,as it watches you with it's multiple eyes. You glare,but even you know it's lost all heat;with blood oozing out of each part of your body,you can barely even keep your eyes open. Your body feels weak,and all of your joints hurt like hell. Your eyes drift to where you broken phone is laying and you just hope that your help signal has gone through before it was damage for good.

"ah," you mumble as you spit a mouthful of blood on the ground below; watching as it drips down on your hands, "today sucks. Its all Ryo's fault."

Your hazy eyes turn up and you watch as the curse dances around;each one of it's disgusting eye spinning around wildly as it looks at you with glee.

The son of a bitch is having fun killing you.

"you're lucky, y'know," you giggle slightly from how slurred your words sound; the blood lose making you lightheaded, "If Ryo was here,he would've torn you to pieces. But, he's an idiot."

Because he really was; starting that morning with the message from the higher ups about your new mission, you had told Sukuna that it would end badly. You had told him more than twice that something smelled fishy;that the higher ups were out to get you. But Sukuna,had dismissed your worry,and with a small scoff had said you're paranoid. At least,now with you dead,he would be proven wrong.

You grin maniacally at the thought;serves him right.

Leaning your back against the tree,you watch with bleary eyes as the curse steps closer;you dont even care. You're too tired to fight back. So you just sit there, thinking about all the things you'll miss;your friends and family,that one bakery with those delicious coconut buns,your boyfriend Sukuna,and most of all-

"i never got the chance to hear him say i love you..."

Maybe out of everything, you'll regret not dating your boyfriend sooner.

You're so lost in your thoughts,that you dont notice the sound of the curse has been faded away. And when you hear a small shriek,and hurried footsteps running your way,you just close your eyes and drop your head. You're fully expecting the curse to rip out your heart,when gentle,but frantic hands,take hold of your bloody cheeks and raise your head slightly. With a pained groan,you open your eyes just enough to see a heap of pink,and a familiar pair of red eyes.

"Ryo...?"

"yeah,yeah babe. Its me," his voice is steady,like always,but you can hear a small undertone of worry and it brings a smile to your lips.

"told ya..."

The hands on your cheeks rub at the corner of your lips to wipe away the blood.

"yeah,i know. And I'm an ass for not believing you." You feel yourself shift,and with foggy mind, realize he has lifted you up in his arms, "I'll make it up to you. Promise."

You giggle and rub your head against his chest;his scent already soothing your mind.

"can i have those sweet buns then?with hot chocolate?"

"whatever you want. First, let's get you fixed up yeah?"

You mumble your agreement and close your eyes. And when you wake up the next time,its to a tray full of your favorite sweet buns and a warm mug of hot chocolate.

Your boyfriend embraces you tightly,and kisses your forehead.

"i love you."

And maybe getting almost killed,was worth it after all.

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P.S : I love coconut buns and im currently craving some so i had to add them lmao.

#ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk imagine #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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kotton-kandy953 · 6 months ago

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━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male one-shots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 1.1k┆warnings: blood, death, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, violence, yandere themes┆a/n: I was lowkey bribed into writing this by my sister bc I don't really fw Kokichi like that (that's a lie)

DECEPTION ━ kokichi ouma x kidnapped ! reader

⤷ ❝ 𝕺𝕳,

Y/n!!" The boy shouted as he dragged the heavy object behind him. Leaving a long trail of magenta in his wake.

"Hey, don't run away!" He called out while wiping the pink splatter off his pale face.

"I think it'd be a good-fucking-idea to show yourself now..."

"...Y/n!!" He screamed while kicking open your bedroom door. It made a loud SLAM! when it hit the wall.

He looked around the room with crazy, purple eyes all while plastering that same playful smile on his pale face.

"Aw... you're not in here either?" He crouched down to look under your bed

"Y'know, I'm getting really tired of this game of hide-'n'-seek!" He grumbled quietly to himself as he opened the different doors and hiding places in your bedroom. Little did he know, you were standing right outside the room he was in.

Holding a kitchen knife.

It was the very first thing you saw so you grabbed it. Right now, you were beginning to regret not owning any bigger objects like a golf club.

You watched fearfully as Kokichi searched for you, occasionally rummaging through your more... personal items.

When his back was facing you, that's when you took your chance to attack.

Charging towards the purple haired psycho, you raised the knife to stab him.

But he saw right through you.

He quickly turned around and grabbed your wrist. "Found you!" He laughed while tightened his grip, making you to drop the weapon.

"It's not good to run around with sharp objects Y/n! You might end up hurting someone!" He yanked you closer by your hips and lightly pecked your nose with a smile.

A smile that irked you to your core.

How could he still be smiling after all of this!? You thought to yourself as you looked his bloodied figure up and down.

How could he still be smiling after murdering them in cold blood!!?

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as you thought back to the gruesome sight. He just bludgeoned my best friend to death with a baseball bat!! And now he's giggling about it!?

Kokichi's smile quickly disappeared as he stared deep into your fearful, (e/c) eyes. His arm tightly wrapped around your waist while the other firmly holding the bat.

"Why are you so scared? I won't hurt you... unless you want me to..." He smiled suggestively while slowly moving his face closer to yours.

"H- Help! Help me!!" You screamed while attempting to free yourself from his grip,

"He's fucking craz-!!"

Kokichi dropped the bat and quickly cupped his free hand over your mouth, "Who are you screaming for, Y/n?"

Tears pricked in your eyes as you desperately tried to pry his magenta-stained fingers off your face.

"What, you think your parents are alive too!?" He giggled, "they're dead!!"

His words froze you.

"Wh- Wha..." was all that left your mouth.

He removed his hand from your face and proceeded to laugh, "What, you thought I'd spare their dumbasses!? Of course I killed them!"

His laughs grew louder and louder as tears streaked down your (s/c) face.

His hand muffling your pitiful sobs, "no, no, no, no, no..." You kept repeating it over and over to yourself as you shook your head rapidly.

You couldn't believe it... you wouldn't believe it.

The purple haired boy lifted his hand to wipe the tears from your eyes.

"I know, I know, a dick move, I know," he smiled somewhat warmly at you, "But I had to, Y/n."

"N- no... no... you... you're lying... this is just another one of your... l- lies..." Kokichi slowly let go you of your figure as you panicked, breathing hard and sobbing loudly.

"Y/n," He reached down to the bat lying on the ground.

"I did all of this for you..."

He raised the bloodied weapon above his head.

"And I'd never fucking lie about that."

And after that, everything went black.

Slowly opening your eyes, the first thing you noticed were most of your senses being cut off.

Your mouth was taped shut and your ankles and wrists firmly tied together with rope. Your back was pressed against a hard, cement wall. Are you in a basement?

What the hell is going on!?

You can barely remember anything from earlier. The last memory you can recall is being in your bedroom — and then Kokichi...

Kokichi... you thought.

"Y/n!~"

A playful voice giggled out while quickly making their way over to you in the dim light.

When close enough, he crouched down, smiling crazily. "Don't worry too much about your whereabouts. You're safe with me, now..."

He reached out and caressed your head, the dried blood staining his figure becoming more and more visible as your eyes begin to clearly focus.

But you weren't dwelling on that at the moment, at least not yet. You were more focused on his strange words and that horrible headache you have. In contrast of responding to his statements, you looking around the place you've been brought to.

Where... am I...?

As you were thinking, the purple haired boy softly placed a hand on the back of your head. "Hm, you're still bleeding?" He retracted his hand then looked down at it.

"I couldn't have hit you that hard...!"

After wiping, or just smearing, your pink-colored blood on his white uniform, he yanked the silver duct tape off of your mouth.

You let out a noise of pain at the quick action, but he just giggled, "Nee-hee hee, I'm so sorry, dear... "

You couldn't tell if his tone was mocking or genuine, either way, you instinctively pressed your back against the wall as far as you could.

You wanted to call out for help, you really did. But you didn't know what Kokichi would do. Would he be mad or...?

Opening your suddenly dry mouth to scream, you were put to a stop by his soft lips roughly being pushed against yours. You struggled to breathe as he kissed you with such fervor, as if he was never going to pull away.

And when he did, you were panting with flushed lips and an even hotter face. Feeling both embarrassed and happy that you can breathe normally again.

His psychotic, purple, irises traced over your figure with a deranged smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I'm surprised you haven't fought against me this whole time, Y/n!" He giggled, "Hee hee... you've probably decided to submit to me already..."

"P- please..." you swallowed hard, "just let me go..."

Kokichi shook his head, "I can't do that. You're finally safe with me..."

"Forever."

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#male yandere #yandere #fanfic #fanfiction #yandere x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa fanfiction #kokichi ouma #drv3 kokichi #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi x reader #yandere kokichi #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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monsterlimbs · 29 days ago

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Okay third "sympathetic big bad" from bg3 post for Ketheric because he is the one guy that I think most can sympathize with, and he's truly the easiest to sympathize with.

Some horrible day, your beautiful Melodia, your darling wife, dies, protecting your daughter. You grieve horribly, but you keep going for your children. Everything for them.

Your daughter brings home a fucking IMMORTAL Aasimar, child of a god and declares her as her lover. A child or your god, yes, who you've known so far to be good, sure, BUT STILL A CHILD OF A GOD. It almost makes it worse that the Aasimar is a child of your god, considering you raised your daughter, per your wife's wishes, to trust Selûne, and you're worried that this Aasimar may use this to her advantage. And they're so in love yes, but that's such a scary power dynamic for you- what if Aylin asks your daughter to do something she's not ready for? How OLD is that Aasimar? And how could you live with yourself if your daughter was put into an unsafe situation, simply because you didn't put your foot down? So, you do, and your daughter's angry. Of course she's angry, you're telling her that her and her girlfriend can't be together, but she has to come around eventually, she has to understand what a horrible power dynamic that is.

And worse, worse than when your wife died, you're told your daughter, precious, sweet, innocent Isobel, is dead (who I believe was killed by Halsin in self defense with the Sorrow glaive, even though that content has since been cut from the game but y'know! so essentially, his daughter, in his mind, was killed by a damn druid, the guys who were supposed to be PEACEFUL). You spiral, of course you do, your precious baby is dead, how could you not? And when your god, Selûne, damned mother of that damned Aasimar, ignores your prayers to have your baby back, you turn to her sister, Shar. And Shar, for a moment, helps relieve your loss. In return for killing Selûnites, the same wretched folk that turned against you in your grieving, she rewards you, turns you immortal by letting you imprison that Aasimar that took a liking to your daughter. You're more than pleased to do so, to lock what you believe is a predatory Selûnite up. Shar helps soften your loss.

And then she lets you die to Harpers of all people, and uses you as a way to release the Shadow Curse.

You're revived (I like to believe by Balthazar), and shown the way of Myrkul's path, and HE, is the one to bring your baby back, a century after her fall. You're happily indebted to him, to have your child alive again, anything and more for your baby.

....But she's mad at you. She won't talk to you. She looks at you like you're a monster. She's STILL upset over you forbeying her and Aylin's love, and even more now that she knows you've been using her as a means for immortality. She doesn't get how much you did for her, even while she was gone. You've practically forgotten about all else besides her, and it hurts so bad knowing your baby is not only angry at you, but thinks of you as a MONSTER. You know she'll come around, though. ...And she's now running from you and hiding in the Last Light Inn.

Eventually, you send a Fist to get her and bring her back, and either, your daughter has been killed AGAIN by some random wretched folk- oh gods it's not random is it? That's Durge. OR, she survives and is brought back to you, OR she survives and is even angrier at you now. She doesn't see how much shit you've waded through, just for her. She only sees a man who's "gone too far". She doesn't even know how far you'd go, to keep her safe. Everything and more, just to keep her safe.

Whether she's with you or not, one day you wake to a suddenly... off feeling. ....Fuck, why do you feel so odd? FUCK, your immortality's gone, you can feel it. Your wounds don't close, you're vulnerable. And it's all the problem of, either, the folk that kept your daughter from being returned to you, or the folk who killed her and sent her back.

And once, Ketheric truly was redeemable. But now, he gets SO, SO, SO close and then Aylin's like "nah he'd NEVER surrender, isn't that right, you worm?" and he gets up and is like "oh fuck you" and every chance is gone. Then you see him again, and he's already decided, he WON'T grovel again. He's gone too far, he sees it now. Sweet, precious Isobel was right. There's no coming back from this. And if you try to convince him he's worthy of redemption, he selflessly gives up and his god ixnays his retreat. And otherwise, he may go down yes.... But if he's going down, so are you.

And then he dies. He dies knowing he's given up everything for his daughter, cursed an entire land, caused Hell for everyone, and that his daughter, sweet Isobel, doesn't even think he's her father anymore. In her eyes, he's so far gone that he's not even the same man.

#bg3 #ketheric #ketheric thorm #bg3 ketheric #i actually really love him #i wish he was still redeemable #he's actually perfect #i have a soft spot for parents who would do anything for their children #so yes he's a villain #but considering he's doing all this for his daughter?#i don't really see him as THAT bad even though i know he IS that bad #but he's just #grieving? and he's doing all this for his little girl y'know?#and also I LOVE LOVE LOVE Aylin and Isobel's love but #would you not be fucking pissed if some old lady immortal and A CHILD OF A GOD #came to you like “your daughter's my girlfriend”?#their love is very pure imo but there IS a power imbalance and isobel even comments on it #and if i were a parent and my kid came to me w that situation? i would do the same

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cyxnidx · 1 year ago

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EXPRESSIONS !

characters: soap, horangi, keegan

content: semi-fluffy x smutty, a little bit of passive aggression in keegans and maybe horangi?

a/n: love the idea of a stoic reader with expressive partners omfg. this took wayy longer than it probably should've.

JOHN 'SOAP' MCTAVISH

strangely enough, he adores the fact that you're quite stoic in the face.

he actually prefers it.

when talking to you casually and he says something that catches you so off guard you make a visible expression? he gets so giddy.

you blink, haulting in action as you stare at the man in front of you, a stupid grin across his face. which, in contrast to your visually concerned expression, is odd to see. though, in his eyes, this is like getting a little kid that was too shy to even look at him moments ago to become a giggling mess - he feels accomplished.

he makes it a personal goal to get you to laugh at least once, every day.

especially since it seems like he's the only man alive to actually get a laugh out of you.

you look around, quiet and confused on why everyone was laughing at a joke one of the soldiers had said moments ago. though, when you look at soap, he makes a face. a face you recognize, and a face you find quite childish - almost like something an adult would make to a child. but, in contrast to the classic joke that was slid earlier, you begin to giggle at the funny face. "jeez, mctavish. tell me, what's ya' trick for gettin' the lil lady to laugh?" a voice asks.

soap can't help but laugh, nearly boasting about how you receive his odd actions as entertainment.

though, he still has no real idea of why exactly you let em do it.

now sexually? oh boy.

as stoic as you are, you're just as, if not more quiet. so when he gets the chance? he pushes every button possible.

sometimes it's like a primal need - to hear you is a gift. a moan, a small curse, whimper, uneven breathing. anything.

soap thrusts with precision, hands on your waist as he watches your expression closely. he knows your enjoying it, he can feel it. but that's not exactly what he's looking for. and almost like clockwork, he hears a whimper. something small, something most would push off and forget about - but not him. that? that was a door of opportunity for him. getting back to position, he thrusts in that same area, arousal growing when he hears your whimpers and groans turn into full fledged moans and pleas of pleasure. "that's right, lemme hear you, pretty. l'me hear your pretty little noises, yeah? doin' so good f'me."

HORANGI

he finds it odd at first. he never really got to explore it much, he never thought to.

somehow overlooked it?

"i didn't notice how.. stoic, you were." he mentions, completely randomly. you blink, tilting your head, hinting confusion. "what do you mean?" "you don't express much in the face, y'know?" you hum, continuing back to your previous task. "how did you not notice?" horangi shrugs. "i've never cared to look so closely."

after that, he pays more attention to your stoicism.

not only does it notice it's a bit creepy, but almost challenging.

"what's it gonna take to get an expression outta you?" he questions, placing a finger on your forehead. and as he looks at you, he notices your eyes drop a bit lower than normal, eyebrows a little too relaxed compared to what he's used to and he backs up a step or two. the glare you give him is unsettling, and if looks could kill? he'd be dead. "damn, baby, is that how you look at your enemies before killin' em?" you only roll your eyes. "and that's the last time you'll see me willingly give express myself physically."

to get you to express something is a bit difficult for him.

except for you glaring at him like he slapped a close family member.

but then, of course, what if your expressions weren't exactly voluntary?

and that's how he found yourself between your legs, watching as every move he made evicted an expression.

"why, there we are.." he smirks, licking his lips from the orgasm he just brought you to. "you sound so pretty moaning, baby." he kisses you, "n' you look even prettier coming on my face." you look down at him, still sighing heavily from your high. "suck a dick." "that's no way to thank me, but alright.."

KEEGAN

he understands it, to an extent. he made an effort to be close friends with you before asking you out.

he likes to annoy you, a lot.

just to see you get a little irritated, to see the rather dull look in your eyes light up a bit. even if it is with a little fire.

"keegan, can you please get the fuck on." you warn, tired of his constant teasing. though, he stops for a moment and pouts. "you mad at me, baby?" "no, i'm fucking ecstatic." you say sarcastically. "oh, come on. nothings wrong with a little friendly fire." "everything is wrong with friendly fire right now."

he's literally like a little ball of curiosity when it comes to you.

he craves more - more knowledge, more experience.

sometimes he just does dumb shit. why? no reason.

creeping up behind you, keegan pinches at your arm, eyes full of curiosity when he watches you jump slightly and turn to look at him. "what the fuck." you say flatly. "i love you," he says with a goofy ass smile.

he likes to see watch and see how you always seem to try to hold yourself together sexually.

it literally seems like every time he's mildly teasing you, it's like you want more but holding yourself back.

you sigh, resting your head against the cupboard behind you. keegan has you sitting on a counter in the kitchen, and seconds ago his lips and hands were all over you. until he stopped. "what is it, baby?" he questions, looking at you knowingly. you chuckle, mildly annoyed. "nothing, you fuck."

he loves to get a rise out of you, especially sexually. he soaks in every expression and little noise that escapes your pretty lips.

fingers up your cunt, keegan finds himself grinning as he watches your hips grind in synchronicity with his fingers while your usual neutral expression is now contorted with pleasure and desire. though, that feeling is stopped when he removes his fingers from your cunt before licking your juices off his fingers greedily. only to be met with one of your burning gazes. "what is it? somethin' you wanna tell me?" he tempts, watching you frown at the lack of pleasure now.

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rpmemes-galore · 7 months ago

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Jaws ... sentence starters

"It ate the light."

"That's some bad hat."

"Don't go in the water."

"Smile, you son-of-a...!"

"Maybe I should go alone."

"He didn't eat a car, did he?"

"You knew it was dangerous!"

"This was no boating accident."

"No. It was only local jurisdiction."

"You're gonna need a bigger boat."

"Where is that tooth? Did you see it?"

"If you want to stay alive, then ante up."

"I helped tow it in, you should've seen it!"

"Oh, uh, that's a tattoo, I got that removed."

"Did you notify the Coast Guard about this?"

"I don't have to take this abuse much longer."

"No, I didn't see it. He dropped it on the way in."

"Trying to get retribution against a fish is crazy."

"What are you? Some kind of half-assed astronaut?"

"I'll catch this bird for you, but it ain't gonna be easy."

"We've never had that kind of trouble in these waters."

"It’s not a murderer. It’s just obeying its own instincts."

"She’s nice enough, but she’s got the IQ of an artichoke."

"I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up…"

"Well, I guess it would be the only way to confirm it, huh?"

"Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water…"

"I value my neck a lot more than three thousand bucks, chief."

"Two people were killed in a week and it's gonna happen, again."

"The odds might be good, but the stakes were prohibitively high."

"You can't go off half-cocked looking for vengeance against a fish."

"Y'know, that was the time I was most frightened, waiting for my turn."

"I don't think you appreciate the gut reaction people have to these things."

"But still my boy is dead now. And there's nothing you can do about it."

"You're not gonna have a summer unless you deal with this problem!"

"That's why you're gonna sign this, and we're gonna pay that guy what he wants!"

"We're really a little anxious that you're, ah, you're rushing into something serious here."

"I'm not going to waste my time arguing with a man who's lining up to be a hot lunch."

"And there's no limit of what he's going to do. I mean we've already had three incidents."

"Intellectually, they knew a great deal. Practically, they chose to know almost nothing."

"Isn't it true that most people are attacked by sharks in three feet of water and about ten feet from the beach?"

"That's right! You were! You were acting in the town's best interest, and that's why you're gonna do the right thing!"

"Other fish run from bigger things. That’s their instinct. But this fish doesn’t run from anything. He doesn’t fear."

"I think that I am familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this particular problem until it swims up and bites you in the ass!"

"The past always seems better when you look back on it than it did at the time. And the present never looks as good as it will in the future."

#jaws quotes #sentence starters #rp meme #both movie and book quotes

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konigsblog · 2 years ago

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Hi, i like your yandere series.. I’m not sure if you have done it yet, I would like to request what if reader falls in love with yandere cod after being kidnapped?

Tq 🫶🏻🫶🏻

what if reader falls inlove with yandere cod after being kidnapped?

warnings: stockholm syndrome, angst, yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, brief kidnapping mention, guilt tripping, manipulative behaviour: i do not condone any yandere behaviour, this is all fiction.

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ghost is the yandere who will guilt trip you into loving him, he has a plan, a plan thats been set out and in action ever since he first kidnapped you.

he'll make sure you're happy, whether thats watching tv - with simon of course - or maybe it's playing a puzzle. "enjoying that, hm?" his voice beamed happily behind you, watching over you waiting for you to place the next piece. you nodded your head, "yes, thank you." he smiled broadly at you.

or on movie nights he'd let you pick, "what movie d'you want?" he'd ask, your head rested on his chest. "can we watch a horror?" your eyes looked into his, as he smirked. "'course." he knew you'd be cuddling up to him in a matter on minutes.

the first time he heard you admit it, it felt like his heart that was once broken and cold had been fixed and warmed up. he was lying down in bed, "goodnight baby, i love you." he'd squeeze your cheeks. "i love you too." he didn't notice immediately, but seconds after he looked down at you with wide eyes.

this was part of his plan, why was he so shocked now? this was what he wanted. for you to love and give in to him, and now it finally happened.

soap is a love bomber, he's kinda forceful with it. forcing you to mutter out, "love you." before he'd leave you be. maybe demanding for you to sit on his lap and kiss him while he mutters in your ear, "i love you so much!" and if you didn't immediately respond with a "love you too." he'd guilt trip you.

"what? you don't love me, lass?" hs leaned back, his head tilted to the side as his menacing eyes stared into yours. "love you, johnny-" his lips would crash against yours.

but of course, everyone knows the difference between; "love you" and "i love you." one has more of a emotional attachment to it.

"goodnight, bonnie. i love you." he'd mumble, pulling you closer to him. over time you had grown closer to him, maybe it was the lack of human interaction with more than just johnny, but eventually you gave in to him. "i love you, johnny..." you'd cry into his chest, desperate for anyone to love you, to speak to you and remind you that you alive and not dead.

price is a bit aggressive with his love. doing paperwork he'd ground you on his lap, demanding you to show him even a ounce of love. "you're a good girl, y'know?" he utter out in your ear, continuing with his paperwork.

or on other days, he'd please you. massaging your back - we all know how that ends - of playing with your hair, brushing it out.

anytime he'd see you a smile would be stuck on his face, unable to remove it. permanent when he was with you. "john?" you ask, his ears perked at your voice as he turned his head towards you. "yes, my love?" his eyes full of care. "do you really mean it when you say you love me?" the only reason you'd ask this was because you, who had been kidnapped, were starting to fall for him.

"of course i do, why would you ask that?" his hands grabbed your face, cupping your cheeks and giving a peck to your forehead. "i... just, i love you too." his eyes lit up at your words, finally, you loved him. he kissed you aggressively, longing on for a bit before pulling away. "i'm so happy you said that, dear."

gaz is a manipulated. he will manipulate you, and morph your feelings into what he wants. it's a bit selfish, but he can't help it. kidnapping for your own benefit is selfish, he knows that.

one night he had let you outside to star gaze with him, something you had begged him for the past several weeks. "thank you, kyle." you cuddle into his chest as a cold breeze came past you.

"y'know you mean a lot to me?" his voice was tired, laced with sleep as he pulled you into a kiss, slow and deep. "baby, i love you so much."

tears came to your eyes, you just wanted to be loved after being kidnapped. "please..-" you began, "i love you, please just love me too.-" you cried into his shoulder.

confused, he asked you, "baby? i do love you, what do you mean?" his voice calm and full with worry and concern. "then why are you slowly hurting me? slowly dragging me down? if you loved you wouldn't put me through the grief and pain of having to leave my family, my life. you don't actually love me." the wind blew, silence filled the air. only the leaves blowing was what could be heard, along with your cries.

alejandro, a gaslighter at heart. anything you say will be misinterpreted into something else. something that'll benefit him.

anything you say will be morphed into something that he thinks is appropriate, "don't be selfish. you asked for this, some people don't get loved like you do."

he had made dinner, a traditional food that he loved. "eat up, mi princesa." he was glad to be sharing a favourite of his. you both spoke, the more you spoke them more you felt comfortable with him.

the tv was on, your face covered the screen with text underneath it. hs saw your eyes, widened with tears and mouth slightly agape. sudden appetite loss was present. "amor, please." he began as you stood up, "sit down." you complied, hiding your face with your hands.

he removed your hands, "i love you. say it with me." he begged, "alejandro please.." you didn't want to admit these feelings, pushing them away. "i love you too.."

könig is a love bomber, making sure that you never feel unloved. he makes sure you know that your loved, kissing you anytime possible, his hands never leaving your body. "mausi.." he whispered in your ear as you cried.

you had been crying about your past, your once life that you loved so dearly had been ripped from your hands. "könig why!!" you begged, you loved him, you blamed him for falling in love. how much he cared and loved you only made you fall deeper.

your cursed yourself, how could you have fallen so low? fallen for a kidnapper, "kleiner hase, please don't push these feelings away. let them stay." könig pleaded with you.

"i don't understand, why me though?" confusion was all that you could think about, even through your tears that stained your puffy face. "because, i love you! you know this, i would never let you feel unloved. prinzessin, i would do anything for you. anything you want, just i can't have you go, i couldn't bare to be without you." his voice rung your ears, your heart warmed at his words but your brain gagged at the idea. "i just...- i know that, i know you love me. but, what i can't understand is why i love you!!"

his hands shook as his smile widened, "you love me?! really? baby i love you so much, it's unimaginable." he squeezed you to his chest, his heart beating a thousand times at once. you whined, gripping at his shirt. he wiped his eyes, you realised he was crying. "you love me."

graves is pure evil, will gaslight you and manipulate you into loving him whilst telling you everything you apparently said.

"you said you loved me a few days ago, go on, say it again." a lie came out his mouth, you never admitted that. never thought you would, "i don't think i did..." you uttered quietly, "so you don't love me, hm? after everything i do for you." his voice was laced with anger, not getting his way. a spoilt brat at heart. "all of this..." he gestured around him. "this is for you, yet you don't appreciate it." he backed you against the couch, sitting you down as he stood infront of you.

"phillip- please..." you pleaded with him, not wanting to admit that you were so desperate for any love. "admit it, we both know it." phillip demanded you, you whined and shook, a few stray tears fell down your face as you covered them. "i..." you began, "i love you." finally, admitted it. a weight was taken off your shoulders only for another to be placed. "that's it doll, we love eachother. don't we?"

your eyes were wet, cheeks glistened from the light. "of course we do..." you leaned into him. "we love eachother."

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asksnowton · 11 days ago

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Spamton sits cross-legged on the floor whilst Poppy combs through his hair, sitting above him on the bed.

"So. What... Have you been up to while I was out?"

"Eh. Mainly taking care of you. But other than that it's been business as usual!"

"And... What of the others?"

"The others?" Poppy mumbles. It's only when Spamton gives him a look of slight concern that he processes the question "Ah! T-the others...!" He stammers "Well..."

"...Well?"

"... It's been... tough."

"Tough how?"

"...So-... I dunno if she told you this, but Vi... She kinda went nuts lookin' for ya... I mean- Luckily you're alive! Words can't express how grateful I am for that... But-..." Poppy pauses, his brow furrowed as he considered his next words carefully...

"Ya gotta understand... We thought you were dead, Spams. And all evidence pointed towards that bein' the case... But Vi... Couldn't accept that. Since there was no body found at the scene... She didn't give up. Not even for a second..."

Poppy pauses as he nervously runs a hand through his hair. "We figured... It would blow over eventually. I mean-... It's grief, right...? The type of delicate thing you should let play out... But she never once stopped. Every week or so was a new missing poster, a new offered reward, a new segment on the news, begging for your return... Another breakdown... She kinda became known for her desperation... It made her the target to alotta cruel scams and the like... But none of that mattered to her. Only you mattered to her."

. . .

"I think... Bein' the one who discovered that scene... Really mixed her up inside... Especially with her bein' the second oldest, the one who got to spend the most time with ya... I mean we all love ya Spams... But it was kind of an unspoken understanding... That Video... Understood you on a different level."

"...She never stopped looking. Never stopped blaming herself... I-..."

"We didn't know what to do..."

"...Then one snowy night she just... Up 'n disappeared."

Spamton remained silent, his expression unreadable behind his glasses.

"...We looked everywhere— asked everybody, but nothin'. Tried following the trail of missing posters that would pop up, but that proved to be ineffective too..." Poppy awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck "...I don't think any of us really fully... y'know-.... got the chance to get over what happened to you... Cause we were all lookin' after Vi. Then suddenly, she's missing too..."

Poppy sighed "Ugh. Look, I've gone on long enough- long story short, after Vi left, a rift was created between us... We got Vi back home after what happened at the graveyard, but... She was... worse off. And now... No one knows what to do. No one knows what to say."

"...it's like we're total strangers..."

An awful silence sat in the air as Spamton sat processing his words...

...It was so warm.

So nauseatingly warm...

"...I-... I see..."

#story #snowton #the addisons #poppy #vi

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payasita · 1 year ago

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Speaking of fic stuff: The Lamb and Nari wake up one morning covered in bandages, surrounded by empty bottles. They have ZERO recollection of the night before. Now what?

He awakes to a taste like bile and rust, and with one hand wrapped in at least twenty layers of gauze.

Narinder takes a second to stare at it, wiggling immobile fingers and contemplating the mechanics of sitting up with a head somehow filled with both cotton and lead. He drops the hand and decides against it, rolling over and pulling a blanket over his head. The movement does absolutely heinous things to his stomach.

A slow minute passes before he realizes he is not under a blanket at all. It's comfortable regardless, so he cannot summon the effort to care. Far softer than anything yet available in the commune. The familiar scent doesn't hurt, warm and securely claimed with his own, and indeed does a good job in blocking out the currently unmanageable stench of the outside world.

Until it's nearly pulled away from him. He clutches onto it with a hiss, and instantly regrets moving so quickly.

"Oh good, you're alive." The Lamb gives it another tug. "Give me back my fleece."

Narinder vaguely remembers having lost a battle against them while at his full divine potential. He'd even had both hands available to him and everything. He cannot truly imagine the odds are with him now.

"Thank you," they huff when he unlatches his claws. He searches for something else to cover his face while they clothe themself. His skull appears to be imploding.

"I am dying," he declares. There's a few seconds of silence. Contemplation on the Lamb's end. Abject suffering on Narinder's.

"Nope. Not sensing it."

"Your competence with the Crown is dubious at best."

"You're not dying," they assure him, lightheartedly, "It just feels like it."

He groans, rolling over and hitting himself in the face with the large gauze lump in his attempt to throw his arm over his eyes. He snarls, and begins blindly picking at it with his free claw to find the edge.

The Lamb snorts, leaning over him. They have an armful of empty bottles under an arm, and are looking infuriatingly chipper.

"How'd you go and do that to yourself?"

He glares at them, pointedly.

"I clearly cannot have done this on my own."

"What, you don't remember?"

"...No," he admits. "What happened, then?"

"Oh, hell if I know," the Lamb laughs, and is saved from having that smile shorn off their face by his vertigo alone.

They move around him and pick up another bottle, inspecting it. "I was at the same feast you were, y'know. And if you'd had all this yourself, you probably would be dead," they gesture to the bundle under their arm, already five or six strong and slipping a bit.

"... Actually, we should probably both still be dead," they tut. "I don't even know what the flock puts in this stuff, 'sides from berries. But wow, they're good at it. Hey, actually, do you think maybe we have the makings of something worth exporting to the outside world? Plimbo's always making trips back and forth to who-knows-where, I bet we could--"

"Lamb."

"Mm?"

"Your chattering is causing me physical pain."

"Oop. ...Guess I should be grateful for the divine healing factor, huh?"

Narinder ponders the irony of wishing Death incarnate to choke, and finally finishes unraveling his hand. He squints at it. He sees no damage whatsoever that might have compelled anyone to waste medical resources on him. Not a strand out of place. He inspects his claws, and finds a bit of blood under them. Odd.

"There must be, like, a dozen bottles of wine in here. Do you think I drank most of it? I remember everyone in the temple cheering when I started chugging one. ...Or, uh. Three," the Lamb recounts, setting the pile down on a nearby table. Narinder watches them, scanning down their body for any abnormalities. No claw marks or stab wounds remain, but they would be gone by now. Still. The fact that he feels metal when he pushes his hand under his pillow is probably worth noting.

"You have a basket around here?" the Lamb asks after a point, "I need somewhere to put these."

Narinder says, "I do not live here."

"...Whuh?"

"This is not my hut."

The Lamb pauses. They glance around, newly curious. Narinder grasps at the bit of metal under his pillow, and retrieves a dagger. It is smeared with blood. He eyes it, vaguely toying with the way light plays off of the dull blade.

"Did I attempt to kill you last night?" he asks idly. The Lamb looks over. They see the knife.

"...Nnnno?" They try, not even attempting to sound certain.

"I believe," Narinder mutters, hardly feeling bothered to spare the focus, "I might have killed someone."

The Lamb looks at him, having the grace to at least look troubled. Narinder, on the other hand, remains far more concerned with the roiling in his stomach.

"... Okay, wait. Wait, I think I remember-- yeah," the Lamb snaps, and points at him. "Yeah! You lost your hand privileges."

"What," Narinder says.

"Yeah! You were doing-- something," the Lamb waves off vaguely, "Yeah, I think I remember-- I had to take the claws away? I mean. That would explain the bandages?"

Narinder glances over. It certainly sounds like the sort of logic they would act upon, in the event of his own uninhibited violence.

"...So I did try and kill you, again."

"Iiii, dunno? I mean. Maybe?" Again, they don't sound remotely sure. The "divine healing factor" does not, it appears, account for episodes of alcoholic blackout. Good to know.

So, trying to kill his spouse was one possible explanation. Admittedly, it wasn't even a far-fetched one. But the ambient stench of this hut offers another.

"Lamb," Narinder sits up, winning a valiant battle with his own vertigo, "Whose shelter is this?"

The Lamb pauses. They look around again at all the bottles strewn about. They look up. At the same time they do, a droplet of blood plops onto their cheek.

"...I think his name was Bremar," the Lamb hums.

"You think?"

"I mean, the Crown can only tell me so much. 'Specially when the corpse in question has somehow been reduced to... uh... streamers."

"Ah."

"So, uh, we should--- we should go."

Narinder growls. His stomach does not agree with the prospect of standing up anytime soon.

"Ten more minutes."

"Nari," the Lamb deadpans, "You eviscerated a guy."

"...Five, then."

#cult of the lamb #narilamb #drabble #and then they had breakfast there. it's fine #man its been FOREVER since anyone sent me an inbox prompt #this was fun thank u saph #cotl #nice to do something i dont have to spend a full day editing #cw warnings for canon typical murder and also booze

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years ago

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|| Star-Crossed ||

Pairing: Frank Castle x Female reader

W/c 13.3k

Tags/warnings: Romeo & Juliet style gangster forbidden love Punisher/Daredevil AU, super-protective Matt, Jack Murdock is alive and well, some pretty old fashioned chauvinistic values, violence and injury, (protected and unprotected) p in v sex, oral (f rec), *spoiler* (kids in the future).

Author's note: Aaaaah it's finally done! I started this in December 2022 and I've had to leave and come back to it several times trying to work out how I wanted it to go. Huge big massive thanks to @mindidjarin , @the-fox-den and @theradioactivespidergwen for all the beta help!

If you enjoyed it, let me know!

Epilogue

The Italians and the Irish. The Castigliones and the Murdocks. Two mob families that have been feuding for generations. One mired in dealing arms and the other in throwing deadly punches with them - running illicit underground fight clubs and loan sharking.

Matthew Murdock was one of the best fighters in the entire city; after all he was the boxer Battlin' Jack Murdock's son. 'The Devil O' Hell's Kitchen' they called him.

And he was your big brother.

He would certainly have some choice words for you if he knew where and who you were with right now.

"Princess, fuck, you're somethin' else y'know that?"

Your body felt flushed with heat and bliss as you collapsed in Frank Castiglione's lap in the back seat of his car, laughing as his stubbled jaw tickles you when he kisses up and down your neck, like he's still hungry for you.

"You say that every time Frank," you smile as you push yourself up off him, tutting as he ties up the condom and throws it out the fogged window before cleaning himself up.

Sometimes you have to pinch yourself to remind yourself that you aren’t dreaming. When the man that was so terrifying they gave him the nickname of 'The Punisher' was between your thighs, or you were between his, life felt like a fever dream.

"I'll buy us a villa in the Lakes. You'd fuckin' love it there sweetheart, I just know it. You'll wake up and enjoy your morning coffee on the bedroom balcony overlooking the water. I'll treat you so goddamn right…"

The scene he painted with his words was so clear in your mind and yet- "Frank we can't -"

"Baby, you deserve more than what I can give you in a half hour in the back of my car."

You pretend not to hear, adjusting your dress to look a little more decent.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me this is enough for you.”

You sigh softly. You didn't need to see that puppy dog look of his to know life wasn’t fair.

"No Frankie, you know it's not, but I can't be with you like that… my father and Matty would kill you if I ran away to Italy with you!"

He tucks some of your disheveled hair behind your ear. "So you're just gonna keep leading me along like this, huh? I wanna be with you baby. I want you."

"Frankie I want you too, but they'll get suspicious if I spend any more time out and about. My da and brother think I'm taking a dance class right now."

He half snorts with laughter. "Yeah well when we 'dance' you do got some smokin' hot moves sweetheart; but I don't want you showin' them ones to anyone else."

"As if I would." You say with mock indignation. "Anyway, it's a good enough cover for why I'm always so worn out when I get home!"

Frank just smirks. "Let me at least take you dancing for real. Tell the old man you're going out with your girlfriends one night."

You roll your eyes. "Aye and if one of my da's men sees me out with you? You’ll be dead and I'll at least be locked up with a flippin' chastity belt forevermore after that!"

"Baby," He pleads and his words hit you in the heart and gut, "I've gotta be with you. We gotta find a way to make this work."

You push up off of him, frowning slightly. "The only way it could work is if you go straight. Get out of the family business and be respectable. Then maybe my da would at least listen to us instead of reaching for his gun."

He just laughs. "Me? Respectable? Well I wouldn't be able to give you trinkets like this if I was makin' a 'respectable' living now, could I?"

He produces a gold necklace from his waistcoat pocket and places it in your open palm, smiling at your surprise. It's a fine dainty sparkling chain with a little heart hanging from it. You turn the heart over and your breath catches in your throat as you read the small engraved letters 'FC' in flowing script.

You feel giddy. "Oh Frankie…"

"Now you have my heart, sugar."

You want to scream out. Why did you have to go and fall in love with a boy from a crime family? Why did it have to be a Castiglione? It went against everything your two families stood for. Why did everything have to be so damn complicated?!

You lean forward to kiss him, fingers smoothing down his lapels. "Frank, I… I love it, but you know I can't wear it…"

He nods, resigned. "Yeah, sure." It feels like you've just kicked a puppy. You lift up your heel and slip it into your shoe for safekeeping.

"But I'll keep it with me, always."

He at least manages a smile and you kiss him again, chiding him as he sneaks his hands in places that'd make a priest blush.

"I've gotta go…"

"Ten more minutes, five even! Please babygirl, I'll make it worth your while." He pleads so prettily for the son of one of the cities' biggest mobsters and you very nearly crumble.

You extricate yourself from his grasp, trying to stay focused. If you got home late there would be questions. Your family was very protective of you. "You always make it worth my while Frankie."

"Dancing. This Friday. Wear one of your pretty dresses… mm, and don't bother with the panties."

"Frank!"

He hands you your coat, his lips pressed into a smile that you want to kiss off his face. "Can't blame me for tryin'. Fuck, I'm missin' you already."

"I'll seeya. Be careful." You say opening the car door and looking around to check the coast is clear before scooching out.

"Friday, yeah?" He calls after you hopefully.

You turn and flash him a grin as your heels clack away down the alleyway. "Friday."

"How was yer dancin'?"

You just about manage to stop yourself from jumping six feet up in the air as Matthew appeared seemingly out of nowhere as you closed the front door behind you.

"Oh excitin' and tirin', as usual." You reply, hanging up your coat and placing your keys on the sideboard.

"Where's da?" You ask, noting that his coat was missing from its usual place.

"Out. He's meetin' some new guy. One of' the big fight brokers from the other side o' town. He can fix us up with some top names, reckons we can make some real good money."

"Why aren't you with him, Matty? You bein' the best one an all…"

"Yeah I'm goin'. Wanted to make sure you got home okay first. You've been getting back later 'n later each time yer out. Da was worried. An I was too."

You laugh. "Oh Matty, you're so damn sweet, but I'm fine as you can well see. Us girls just love to gab on after, you know that."

He didn't look convinced but he nods all the same and that's when you see the blood drip down from behind his ear.

"Matthew yer bleedin'! I didn't know you had a fight tonight?" Your hands reach for his shoulders to keep him still as you have a closer look and then guide him towards the bathroom.

He shrugs. "Wasn't somethin' I planned exactly, one of the fuckin' Castiglione lads showed up at the gym.

"What? Who was it?"

It couldn't have been Frank, there was no way, but that didn't stop your heart creeping up your throat.

"One o' the younguns, just shit talkin' and tryin' to stir up trouble. Managed to clip me before I booted his arse down the street. Christ, I'd love a real excuse to fuckin' kill the lot of em…"

You stay silent, focusing your attention on gently cleaning the small cut and sticking a plaster over it.

"There. It's only a wee one, thankfully."

"Sis, yer a doll. Always lookin' out fer me." He pecks you on the cheek before grabbing his own coat and heading out. "We'll be back afore eleven. Stay inside okay?"

"Alright Matty, see you later."

It felt like you had been waiting months by the time Friday finally rolled around. You met the girls, Karen, Marci and Dinah at the dancehall, trying your best to pay attention and stay engaged in conversation but you found yourself constantly scanning the bar for him.

You freeze as you feel a hand on your waist and you whip around with your fist raised, ready to clock the slimeball who had dared to touch you.

"Woah, sweetheart!" Frank raises his hands in submission and chuckles as your expression changes from pissed to adoring in a fraction of a second.

"Frankie." You purr as he slides his arm further around your waist and takes your softening fist in his hand.

"If you're done with the fightin', may I have this dance?" He asks, leading you onto the crowded dance floor.

You nod and flash him a smile, trying to calm your excitement and allow yourself to melt into the solid mass of him, as you drift further away from your group of friends. "Missed you Frankie…"

He pulls you even closer and you can feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of your dress.

"Missed you more. You look so gorgeous darlin'," he says. He dances with you for a while, and oh, he's got all the moves - spinning you around and dipping you for several songs before he's guiding you towards a quiet corner away from prying eyes. You giggle as he noses your ear and kisses your neck, and when you meet his hungry mouth his fingertips dance up the outside of your bare thigh making you shiver.

"Someone might see!" You warn. You should break away, but you're eager for his touch and he knows it.

"Don't care. I need a taste baby. Been thinkin' bout you all week. Can you feel that?" He asks, and it's a dumb question because he's rock hard against you and it's driving you insane. Your mouth goes dry as he takes your hand and holds it over the front of his pants. "That's what you do to me princess, fuck… that's what you do."

You glance around, your nerves on fire with the excitement of getting caught but no-one is paying the two of you any mind.

"What about the bathrooms?" you pant into his mouth as he kisses you breathless again.

He grins, trying to hold in his groan as you squeeze his clothed cock in your hand. "What about 'em sweet girl?" He teases, knowing full well what you're implying.

As soon as the stall door's locked you pounce and it throws him for a loop. He's usually the one to take control but he'll be damned if he won't let you get what you want. You place both of his hands underneath your skirt right on your bare ass and you swear you could get addicted to seeing the expression that appears on his face as he realises you've honoured his request and you're not wearing a shred of underwear.

He squeezes your warm flesh as you unbuckle his belt and open his pants, taking his thick cock in your hand and giving him a few firm strokes. You slip your hand into his pocket and find what you're looking for, tearing open the packet hurriedly and rolling the condom onto him before you hike up your leg and urge him to pull you up.

It's a struggle for you both not to moan at the sensation as he sinks inside you. He turns you both so your back's against the stall, wrapping your legs around him and bracing his own legs wider so he can fuck you the way you crave.

You hear people coming into the toilets, laughing and chatting but it's no big deal, it's the kind of place that young lovers meet to spend some 'quality time' together, and you two were no different. You'd asked your friends to let you know, unlikely as it was, if any of your family appeared, so you felt as if this was the closest to having a relaxed intimate time with Frank as you could get.

You're at eye level with him as he thrusts into you against the stall, you love being able to see his face when he's inside you and watch him try to hold it together when he comes apart.

"Frankie," you moan, "oh fuck… feels so good!"

He kisses you again and it's so possessive you almost lose it, his hand reaches up to grip the top of the stall to give him more leverage to drive into you deeper and harder.

"Princess, you're a fuckin' dream. Touch yourself baby, make it feel good, that's right baby, let me feel it too."

You do as he says, unable to curb your impassioned cries as it takes almost no time at all to near the peak of your pleasure.

"F-fuck Frank- ohh god-!"

He curls in against you, his breath hot and heavy, letting go as he feels you spasm around him with the last few desperate thrusts.

"Marry me." He pants, still holding you tightly up against the stall door.

It takes a few seconds for the post orgasmic fog to clear from your brain so that you can process the words you think you just heard coming out of Frank's mouth.

"W-what?"

"Marry me darlin'. I'm askin' you to make me an honest man. Will you?"

"In the toilets? While you're still inside me?!"

He chuckles. "Hell, I know it ain't Paris, I just… I love you."

You beam from ear to ear, laughing too. Suddenly it doesn't matter where you are, you're just overflowing with unfiltered glee at his words.

"Oh Frank, I love you too!" his lips meet yours over and over, raining kisses all over your face until you're both laughing so hard you have to slip out of his embrace.

"You uh, haven't given me an answer, sweetheart..."

You can't help your sigh as you press your palm to the side of his face. "I told you before baby, a miracle would have to happen for us to be married. I want to, Frankie, I really do more than anything but I just don't see how."

He kisses you on the forehead before he cleans up and helps you fix your hair and dress. "Yeah, I know." He sighs.

You practically hop, skip and jump up the stairs when you get home, so elated with Frank's admission of love for you that the prospect of never being able to actually marry him couldn't even drag your mood down. Matt comes around the bottom of the staircase to see what all the noise was about.

"A good night then, love?"

"Oh Matty, it was just perfect!"

He smiles wide. "Glad to hear it pet, love seein' you so happy."

You were dancing around so much that you failed to notice the necklace Frank had given you fall out of your shoe and land on one of the stairs.

But Matt noticed it. You'd disappeared into your room by the time he'd picked it up intending to give it back to you. But then he ran his thumb over the charm again and again, gritting his teeth harder each time he read the engraving. He couldn't believe it.

He tried to stop the rage he felt rising from his gut, but this wouldn't stand, that was for sure. His little sister would not and could not ever be associated with that Castiglione scum. Matt's hands instinctively curled into fists. He was going to hunt down that son of a bitch and after he was done with him he knew he would never be going near you again.

When you come out of the shower and dress, the house is deadly quiet. You knew your dad was likely down at the gym training with the boys, but you called out for Matt, eager to hear about his next fixture. You loved your brother like no one else. After your mum was gone you were brought even closer together, most days you were never apart and even when he started fighting he'd always have the time to teach you some technique and even let you cut loose on him at the gym after school. He was so very protective of you when you started seeing boys, none of them were ever good enough for you and if he had his way you'd probably die a spinster.

"Matty?" His jacket was still on the peg. Then a glint on the sideboard caught your eye. The necklace.

Oh no.

Fuck, it must have fallen out earlier and he'd found it. You picked it up, brushing your thumb over Frank's initials. Your heart dropped like a stone as you knew what Matt was likely to do.

When you reach the warehouses down at the waterfront, you could already hear the commotion. A large circle of people stood near one of the huge open loading doors, mostly Castiglione men and some women, shouting and gesturing towards the center. You run up, forcing your way through the crowd to find the cause.

Your eyes find Frank first. He'd look so fine if this was any other situation. The muscles on his chest and arms rippled as he stripped down to his vest. He was wrapping his hands with cloth as a few of his clan around him amped him up with whoops and hollers.

Opposite him stood your brother, still in his regular clothes with his shirt sleeves rolled up.

Your stomach lurched with a rioting combination of butterflies and bile.

They were going to fight.

"No!" You shout, pushing your way past the crowd and running between them. You're not sure which one of them you were yelling at, your heart tearing itself in two with the prospect of what was about to happen.

"Go home wee girl," Matt barks, and Frank catches your eye.

"He's right for once baby, get out of here. You don't need to watch me beat his ass."

"Frankie, no! Just let me talk to him, you don't have to do this, you don't need to fight!" You wheel around to face your brother. Your blood.

"Please Matty, you don't understand! Stop," your eyes burn with the tears that threaten to flow. "Please don't, you can't… I love him!"

You try pushing him back but it has little effect. He keeps on staring past you in the direction of Frank, his head tilting minutely as he listens to him tie off the last of the wrap and clap his hands together, testing them.

"I think I understand enough. An' I'll be talkin' to ya later, that's for fuckin' sure, now get on home!" Matt growls.

You shiver, feeling sick with anger and the sheer frustration that the two men you love with all your heart were going to fight because of you. It wasn't heroic, it wasn't romantic, it was raw and ugly and you wished you could do something to stop them.

"You wanna set rules?" Frank asks.

Matt almost snorts with laughter. "Rules? Rules?! Don't think ya know the meanin' o' the word seein' as you've had yer greasy mitts on my fuckin' sister!"

Frank wasn't going to publicly shame you by telling him that it was you who had come to him. No, if there was ever a hope for the two of you he'd play this clean and right by your family like you wanted.

"Fine." He nods, smacking his fists together and starting to circle his opponent. "C'mon then Murdock, if you wanna do it this way, ding-ding. Let's go."

They drew up fast to each other and it was Frank who threw the first punch. Matt easily ducked it, dodging to the side and countering with his own punch that you couldn't see land through your tears; but it hit its mark as you hear that sick sound that you would usually relish when you watched the betting fights. But not today.

You run back home in a daze, unable to think of anything other than what if Matt kills him, and what will your father do to the two of you if he doesn't?

Tears continue to blind you and your heart is a dull, burning weight in your chest as you reach the front door. You can hear the TV on in the living room so you run upstairs avoiding the inevitable questions. You throw yourself on your bed and cry into your pillow until you finally hear the front door slam.

The voices of your father and Matthew are muffled at first and then your da is shouting. You cower as you expect him to come crashing through your door but it doesn't happen. A little while later there's a soft knocking at your door and Matt's voice floats through. "Little dove… c'mon lass, it's over."

You let out a loud sob, the horror of what he might have done washing over you, he'd never killed anyone before but…

"I hate you!" You push yourself up for long enough to scream through the door before burying your face in your bed covers again; pained heaving breaths wracking through your body as you cry your heart out.

He comes in and sits down on the edge of your bed as you turn away towards the wall. "You'll love me again soon enough. I've saved you a life o' heartbreak angel. He knows he won't be comin' near you again."

He sounds stuffed up, like his nose might be broken. Good. The words do little to stem the flood of anger you feel but now you know Frank is alive at least. "You can't stop me from seeing him, and you sure as hell can't control who I love!"

Matt smooths his hand over your arm but you jerk away from his touch.

"Here, shush now, you want Da rippin ya a new one? I've only just managed to calm 'im down cause he's none too happy about the situation. You're a smart girl, you know this can't be. A Murdock and a Castiglione?" Matt spat the name like the taste of it in his mouth disgusted him. "It's bloody ridiculous! There's never been a time we've not been dead set against each other. And ya better not have been tellin' him any of our business… Da will go properly spare then."

"I’ve never told him anything! I don’t care about the stupid business because I'm in love with him Matty! I love Frank and none of you can change that."

Matt sighs deeply, his voice hardens. "That's enough now! You'll get over him eventually. There are plenty of better men out there that deserve ya anyways. I won't hear any more about it, an neither will Da. It's finished."

He makes you feel like a child and you can't stop your tears. You cry softly, your blanket damp and crumpled from gripping it so hard.

Matt gets up. "We'll see ya downstairs for tea."

The door closes, and you feel more alone than ever before.

When you finally drag yourself downstairs to eat something your mouth drops open as you see Matt's face. Your earlier suspicions were correct, Frank had managed to break his nose, he had more than a couple of cuts on his brows too that Da had stitched for him, and from the way he moved around the table you could tell he was decently bruised. The fact that Frankie had gone down swinging was little comfort when it was your own kin hurt.

You ate in silence. Neither you nor your father were ready to look each other in the eye, nevermind speak. On the way to your room you looked for the necklace but it was gone.

You cried yourself to sleep.

You spent most of the day alone in your room. Your father came in to check on you, but as soon as you opened your mouth to talk about Frank, he shook his head, slammed the door and left you angry and resentful all over again.

At night you found your bedroom window locked but that wasn’t going to put a stop to your plans. Using a hair grip and a lot of determination, you jimmied it open and climbed out and down the fire escape. Nelson's was where you were headed, they owned almost the entire meatpacking district and their main shop wasn't far from the house. Everyone went there so you knew you might be able to find out about Frank.

The bell tinkled as you entered and Foggy was just closing up. But as soon as he saw it was you, he pulled off his apron and leapt over the counter to wrap his arms around you.

"Oh honey!"

"You heard?"

"You're surprised?" He asks as he leads you to the back of the shop so you're not seen. "It's pretty much all anyone's talking about. Actually thought your old man would have you locked in."

"Yeah well, so did he…"

Foggy laughs at that. He's Matt's best friend and practically family to you, and out of all of them he's the one that doesn't treat you like you're still a kid. You could trust him not to grass you up for sneaking out.

"Foggy, please tell me, have you heard anything about Frank, is he okay?"

"Well your bro didn't pull his punches… He's pretty banged up from what I've heard, and uh, he’s in the infirmary. That much I do know."

Your heart feels like it's banging against your ribs and your stomach twists into a tight knot. "Oh my god, Foggy it's that bad? Wh- I need to- I need to see him!"

Foggy places his hands gently on your shoulders trying his best to calm you down. "Hey, it's okay. As far as I know it was just a precaution for concussion. Um, and for stitches, cracked ribs, and stuff. I know it's not what you wanna hear, but it coulda been a hell of a lot worse."

You swallow past the huge lump that's formed in your throat thinking about some of your brother's unluckier past opponents. "Yeah…"

He sits you down, gesturing at the makeshift bar beside him. "Tea, or…?"

"Something stronger, Fog."

Foggy sighs and uncaps a half full bottle of scotch. He pours two glasses, and you quickly down the scotch, not caring about how rough it is or how much it burns.

"You know I don't judge but geez, what have you gotten yourself into?"

You grip the glass tightly and wait for Foggy to give you another finger of scotch before answering. "He's so good to me, Foggy.. Nobody sees it and no one understands. They're just blinded by this fucking age old rivalry between our families. it's insane! I love him, he loves me and I don’t know why everyone can't just mind their goddamn business? Why can't we just be together?!"

He sighs again, deeper and more fraught this time. "The thing is, this is much bigger than love hon. This… it could trigger another war. You think your pop is pissed at you? I don't even wanna imagine what Don Castiglione is gonna do to his son even after what Matt's done to him over this. Your families don't cross, and when they do blood is always spilled!"

Your brows knit together, face falling at the thought of how Frank might be punished, how he'd be kept from seeing you too. "Foggy, I need to see him. I know you must have contacts, you can help us meet without anyone knowing… please? Please can you do this for me?"

Foggy paces nervously. He loves you so much, would do near anything for you but…

He runs his hand slowly down his face. "Look, you just can't be seen near Frank at all, okay? You can't risk that and neither can I. But I do know someone; a nurse actually. She's a good friend and I might be able to get a note to him for you through her. But that's it, okay?"

He wheezes at the surprising force as you fling your arms around him and he gives you a small smile as you hug him tightly in gratitude.

"Thank you, Foggy!"

"There's our big cock-for-brains! How're the ribs, Francesco?"

Frank winces as he shifts on the couch to sit up as Billy swaggers in and throws himself down beside him.

"Better, asshole." he grumbles back.

Billy smirks. "Oh! Last time I checked I wasn't secretly fucking a Murdock but I'm the asshole? Heh, yeah that's a good one."

Frank doesn't even dignify his comment with a response but Billy keeps going.

"So, is she nasty? I'll bet she is. Does she fuck as well as that brother of hers fights? Actually, thinkin' about it she does seem to spend a lot of time with him-".

Billy gags as Frank suddenly grabs him around the throat, ignoring the dull pain in his body as he pushes him hard into the seat, choking.

"C-christ Frankie relax, I take it back! Fuck, I don't mean it, I just needed to know how serious you are about this girl!"

Frank lets him go with a growl. "You're fuckin' lucky you got such a pretty face Bill. If you were anyone else I woulda messed it up. 'Course I'm serious."

"Yeah, yeah I can see that," he half laughs, coughing and rubbing at his throat. "Well, you better have this then." He hands Frank a folded up piece of paper.

Frank's eyes light up as they flit over your words, but then he scrubs his hand over his face shaking his head, his worries sinking in.

"What is it?"

"Shit, she thinks it's her fault that we were found out. Shouldn't have given her that damn necklace… should have been more careful… fuck!" He pushes himself up with a groan and starts pacing the room, the muscle in his jaw twitching and ticking as he thinks.

"I've fucked this up. I need to see her."

Billy's expression turns to concern. "Frankie, you love this girl, right?"

The intensity of Frank's look gives him the only answer he needs.

"Maybe you should just lay low for a while. The last thing you wanna do is potentially stir more shit up and get both of you in an even worse way. Just keep your head down, focus on the work, and then… who knows? Hell might freeze over."

Frank hates the idea of you thinking he's abandoned you, it guts him, but he knows Billy's right. He has to keep his distance for now.

Fuck, he misses you.

A week goes by after you gave Foggy the note. And then another… and another. He can't possibly have given up on you, surely? But hope of ever seeing him again in the way that you did before starts fading quickly along with your anger at your brother. You had blamed him for everything, for perpetuating the rivalry, for telling your father, for putting Frank off you. You cried until you felt as though you had no tears left to cry.

Matt tries his utmost to distract you from your moroseness, dragging you along to his fight fixtures that you used to love watching. But every one of his opponents that he beats just makes you think of Frank.

There had been word of a huge arms shipment arriving at the docks later that week. Your father, uncles, and cousins spent most of their time planning on how they would get their hands on it before the Castiglione's could. It was a major job and a big risk, but if they could pull it off, it'd mean they could start selling weapons on the side and make even more money. You tried to talk your da out of it, piling up all the reasons he shouldn't get involved. But if there was anyone he was gonna take family business advice from, it was not going to be you.

"Matty I don't like this. We’ve got enough fingers in pies surely? We're doing alright, why is he so keen on going ahead with this job?"

Matt bounced gently against the ropes of the ring. "He wants to get one up on the Castiglione's, angel. He won' let your little dalliance hold shame over us, he wants everyone to know who's boss."

Shame. The word made you grit your teeth till your jaw hurt, you were sick of this. Your father was a proud man, too proud sometimes. Nothing about it felt right but neither Matt nor your da would give your concerns the time of day.

When the big night arrived you were ordered to stay behind, meet up with your girlfriends and go dancing or see a movie or something. Stay out of trouble.

Like hell.

You carried on as if you were happy to stay home, but as soon as Matt and your da left to meet the others at the warehouse you followed a little way behind. You couldn't shake off the bad feeling that was slithering up your spine.

Frank smacked the cartridge back into the handgun he had just finished cleaning and laid it down on the massive table along with a gleaming array of other weapons.

"Ragazzo, you ready?" Billy's voice drew him out of his silent brooding.

"Yeah, yeah. Gear up and we'll head to the docks. M'just itchin' for somebody to step out of line." Frank growls, slipping his gun in the back of his pants.

Billy throws him a grin and secretes his own arsenal of firearms and knives about his body. "Y'know, I kinda hope they do, I just love to watch you work, Frankie."

It was late when the boat docked. The Murdocks had intercepted it on its way in further down the river, overturned the guards and crew and steamed in ready for when the Castiglione's would inevitably be waiting for their delivery. You knew a couple of your cousins were stationed around the yard, lurking in the shadows of the huge containers just like you were. You knew how to stay hidden and move like a shadow when you needed to. Once a Murdock…

You see the Don's men arrive right on time, none the wiser as to what has happened until the gangplank is lowered and it's your da that steps out, flanked by two of his heavily armed henchmen. You couldn't see your brother.

"What the fuck is this?" Don Castiglione spits. He is every inch the gangster, tall, broad and extremely intimidating. You'd never seen him this close before but you could now see a bit of him in Frank.

"You Irish mutts think you can just take what's mine, huh? I'm insulted! You should stay in your own little game Murdock. Take my advice, the guns do not suit you.

His men move forward and your da holds up a hand. "Now fellas, we don't wan any bloodshed tonight. If ye take a look around you'll find yer outnumbered n' outgunned. So, if ye will jist step aside we'll be loadin' these up in our trucks and'll get out of yer way and we'll hear no more about it, right?"

You see the rest of the Castigliones gradually appearing from out of the woodwork, and then you see him. Your heart sighs with relief that he's okay as far as you could make out. The glint of his piece shines in the moonlight as he moves to stand near the Don, who whispers something to him.

"Francesco, you are going to make good on your… mistake, and bring me my guns, capiche?"

They stand stock still for a long moment as Frank stares him down before they both suddenly spin on their heels as a deep voice like burnt gravel cuts the silence; effectively interrupting the confrontation.

"Gentlemen. I believe I can resolve this rather… delicate situation that we have here…"

It's Wilson Fisk. The fucking Kingpin.

The metallic clack of weapons all around being raised and aimed at the newcomer echoes around the yard. However, the huge figure and his men remain unperturbed.

"Mr Murdock," he continued calmly, "if you would please step aside, I will take what is mine."

Your blood runs cold. You knew your da would never back down. He was stubborn and tenacious and had definitely passed that trait on to you and Matt. Damn his fucking pride, you wanted to run out between them. Where the hell was Matty?

Just as you predicted your da stood his ground, finger hovering near the trigger.

"Y'think yer the fatcat around here don't ya, son? Well, I'm 'fraid to say that yer jist plain fat. Now run along an' let us men finish our business eh?"

Time slowed to a crawl. It was like everything was running through a sea of molasses. A shadow leaps over the railing of the boat onto the dock, it's running towards Fisk's men, Frank runs too as you see too late as Fisk's right-hand man raising his gun at your father. The shadow plows right into the second man who had also brought out his weapon, tackling him down to the asphalt. Several shots ring out like cracks of thunder and you scream as all you can see is your father dropping to the ground, there are more gunshots and then it's all over as quickly as it had begun. Your eyes frantically search the scene trying to understand what had just happened.

Fisk is gone; disappeared into thin air along with one of his men. The other of Fisk’s henchmen was lying in a pool of blood at Matt's feet, one or both of the families had shot and killed him. You run out as you see your father being helped to his feet by Matt. They are alive and unhurt and you thank whatever gods would listen.

It's then you see another body lying limp in front of them.

"No….no no no!" You hurtle across the yard towards it, Billy Russo and the Don are heading exactly the same direction.

Towards Frank.

"Jesus Christ girl, what are you doing here?!" Matt rages at you. You fall to your knees as Billy turns Frank over onto his back, feeling for a pulse and listening for a breath; any sign that he is still alive.

Your father's voice is muddied in the background as the two families crowd around the scene. "H-He… that boy saved my life… he saved ma fuckin' life!"

Blood seeps from Frank's stomach onto the ground.

"Frankie no, no don't die! Don't you fucking die! You hear me?!" Tears flood down your face as you grab his hand and squeeze. Billy puts pressure on the wound, slapping his face a couple of times trying to get him conscious. "C'mon bro, c'mon wake up for me! Wake up!"

A van screeches up nearby and the Don orders his men to lift Frank and put him into the back. You climb in beside him, ignoring their protestations and grateful for Billy who snaps at them in finality. "She's coming with us.."

Matt runs up to the van after making sure your da is taken care of. "No… c'mon we need to get gone. You shouldn't even be here!"

"He saved our da, is that not worth anything?" You sob at him as Billy climbs in with you.

"Leave her be." Billy says. He slides the door shut and Matt's left standing as the van speeds off into the night.

Frank suddenly draws a wheezing breath as you hold onto his hand in the back of the van.

"Oh thank fuck. Frank! Frank, can you hear me?" Billy practically yells at him, ripping up his shirt and pressing it to the bullet wound as Frank gasps and groans in pain.

"Y-you holdin' my hand Russo?" He croaks, and you give it a squeeze, leaning over him so he can see you.

Your eyes briefly flick up to meet those of the Don, who has been silent the whole time.

"Frankie, you're okay." You tell your lover. "They're taking you to a doctor. You're gonna be okay."

"Darlin'," he tries to sit up, starting to cough and you hold him down. "What you doin' he-" he coughs again and Billy helps keep him still.

"Shh, yeah I'm here, just don't move, don't move." You try not to think about how much red there is pouring out of him and onto your hands.

"Fuck… fuck it hurts- your dad, he okay?"

You stroke your fingers through his hair and try to smile. "Yes, oh god Frank, yes he's fine, he's fine! Now shh, don't speak, just hold on for me alright? You're gonna be okay, it won't be long.

You share a worried glance with Billy and hope that it's not far now.

Billy barrels through the A&E doors ahead of you and the Don's men who are carrying Frank.

"We need help here! Where's Claire? Get me Claire Temple!" he growls, taking an empty gurney from a nearby orderly and helping get Frank on it as he drifts in and out of consciousness.

A woman in scrubs very quickly appears from the triage area and immediately takes control.

"Okay… we got a gunshot wound, anything else you wanna tell me? Was he conscious before now?" she asks you. A flash of recognition passes between you both, you had seen her patch Matt up after his fights a few times.

"No, no nothing else, yeah he was talking just a moment ago. He's lost a lot of blood on the way, can you help him, please?!" You plead.

"We'll do our best. Please wait here."

Billy pulls you along as you both follow after the crash team taking Frank through the double doors, but Claire stops him short after she lets Frank's father go through with them.

"Hey, we're family too!" He protests.

"There's too many of you to let into the room, please, just wait here. Someone will update you as soon as we can. Right now, our main priority is to get him stabilised. Please, let us do our job."

The two of you reluctantly move over to the seating area as the other men go back outside to the van. Billy paces as you sit chewing your nails down to the quick.

"What you said…"

"What?" Billy asked.

"'We're family'." You say, catching his eye.

He stops his pacing, looking at you with sincerity. "If you're important to Frank, you're important to me. It's that simple."

You give him a small nod, returning to biting your nails and waiting with worry.

Billy sits down beside you. "I'm sure he'll pull through. The fucker is hard to kill." he smiles and you return it, thankful that he's here.

"Yeah, he's gotta be alright."

After a few hours, Claire comes through the doors and you and Billy quickly get to your feet.

"He's stable. We were able to take the bullet out. It nicked an artery on the way in, but thankfully it missed his vital organs. We did have to give him a transfusion as he had lost a lot of blood. But, he's been stitched up and resting comfortably.”

"Oh my god," you felt the leaden weight lift off your shoulders slightly. "Claire, I can't thank you enough… Can we see him?"

She nods. “You can. Just know that’s going to be groggy from the drugs we gave him. But I’m sure he’ll still appreciate the company.” You and Billy thank Claire before going into Frank’s room.

He was groggy as Claire had warned you, but he returned the soft squeeze of your hand as you knelt down beside the bed. "Frankie, I'm so glad you're alright!"

"See, told you he was hard to kill." Billy said, patting Frank on the leg and smiling at him.

Frank chuckles, wincing slightly. "Yeah, you're not gettin' rid of me that easily. Baby, I'm sorry I got you into trouble. It's all my fault." He's looking into your eyes as he speaks, his hand reaching weakly for your face and you feel the bite of tears returning.

"Hey now, don't you cry over me darlin', I'll be alright. Everything's gonna be just fine, you didn't do nothin' wrong."

You sniff and laugh a little, stroking his hand that's cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears. "I'm the one that's supposed to be saying that! I missed you…"

"I missed you too. Not that I don't appreciate it, but you shouldn't be here. You should be with your family. With Fisk back on the scene it's dangerous baby, for all of us. What were you even doin' down at the docks?"

"I just had a bad feeling…" you interlace your fingers through his. "...but because of you my father is alive and well. I'm right where I need to be."

You're suddenly aware of an imposing presence as the Don entered the room. The man's even bigger than you had thought on seeing him up close.

"Ah, so finally I get to meet the bella ragazza causing all of the trouble? The little bird that has my Francesco's heart, hm?"

Frank rolls his eyes. "Papa…"

You step forward. "I- I'm sorry Don Castiglione, I really didn't mean to-"

He takes your hand kissing the back of it briefly. "You make my boy happy, and so I am happy. So good to finally meet you, however I wish it were under better circumstances."

You swallow your nervousness down, nodding, actually surprised with how easy going he seems in private. "Thank you sir, it's great to meet you too."

"We are taking Francesco home tomorrow to recuperate, why don't you come and stay at the house with us? We have many rooms and I am certain he will recover faster if his love is nearby, hm?"

You're unsure what to say to such a generous offer, but Frank answers for you. "She'd love to papa."

You nod politely, still a little intimidated by the Don. "I would, but only if you're sure."

"It would be my pleasure, my dear."

Frank kisses the back of your hand. "Alright, I hate to say it but you better scoot, sweet thing. There's some shit we need to sort out…"

You sigh, not even being shot could stop the 'big men' from having their secret meetings. You bid the Don thanks and goodnight and catch Billy at the door. "Please will you make sure that he rests tonight and he doesn't do anything too stupid?"

Billy just chuckles, "you know that's an impossible ask, right?" He pulls you into a quick but surprisingly heartfelt hug as you stand up. "But I'll do my best bella nemica.

Frank can't help laughing softly at the nickname, groaning at the pain as it makes his stitches pull. "Oh that's a good one Bill, I'm stealin' that. You take care darlin', love you so much."

"I love you Frankie, I'll see you tomorrow!"

As you walk out into the hospital foyer you find your father waiting for you.

"Da, I…"

He pulls you into his arms, squeezing you so tight and you hug him back, relieved. "You shouldn't have been there tonight…"

You slump against him, the exhaustion from everything that happened suddenly hitting you like a truck. "I know, I'm sorry. I had to come, I was worried about you both. I'm so glad you're alright."

"Is he… okay?"

You're surprised he cares at all about Frank but you nod. "Yeah, I've just seen him, he'll be fine. Where's Matty?"

"Out with boys patrollin', makin sure the streets are safe. Listen pet, I'm reckonin' we need to meet with the Castigliones to try an' organise some kind of truce. If Fisk is back and makin' a play to control the Kitchen we're gonna need more people an' it makes sense to join our forces."

You stare at him, your eyes wide not daring to believe. "Tell me you're serious. Please tell me you mean that da."

"That boy saved ma life, little dove. An it's war now, this changes things."

"But you've always hated them! Is Fisk really such bad news that you'd forget everything you drilled into me and ally with them?"

"Darlin, ye have no idea…"

When you get back home you spend most of the night into the early morning talking with your father. He asks so many questions about Frank. He asks about his family and about your relationship, and you answer what you can. In turn you grill him about Fisk, and he paints a dour and terrifying picture. You understand now why he'd go back on his previous vow.

"I need ya to arrange a meetin' with the Don. D'ya think you can talk to yer lad about it pet?"

"Uhuh, actually he offered me a room there so I could spend some time with Frank while he recovers… but I know what you're going to say so-"

He cuts you off. "Ye knew I was goin' to tell ye that ah think ye should go?"

Your jaw almost hits the floor in disbelief. "You do?"

"Aye, you'll be safe enough there. Don's got a lotta men, an' that Russo I know is a good shot."

"Matty won't be happy."

"No, but don't you worry 'bout that, I'll see to 'im."

You look into your father's eyes, and you can see he's asking for your help. You were scared. Kingpin had taken control of the shipment after everyone had scattered and who knew what else he had up his sleeve or when he'd choose to strike next.

But this… this might just be the way to bring him down. If he knew anything about Hell's Kitchen, he'd never suspect an alliance like this. Fuck, even you would never had imagined it could be possible.

The next morning you pack a bag, call a cab and go over what you're going to say to the Don when you get there. Matt must have stayed at the gym last night and you don't get a chance to speak with him. In a way you're almost glad as he'd probably chew you a new one for doing this.

The cab pulls up on the huge gravel drive and four well-armed guys in fine fitting suits give you a thorough once over and check your bag when you get out.

"Hey! Keep your paws to yourselves, you animals. She's good." You are so relieved to hear Billy's voice, and he flashes you his charming smile while guiding you towards the imposing front door.

"We figured Francesco would be safer here. The doc at the hospital wasn't keen on that idea, but what can they do?" He takes you straight inside. "You are here to help me look after the lil shit, aren't you?"

You follow him down the marble floored hallway, your eyes flitting around taking in the rather opulent but classic decor. "Of course, and who wouldn't rather recuperate at home if it's like this, holy crap!"

Billy smirks as he opens a door and ushers you inside the plush room.

You were so pleased to see Frank's smile. "Am I glad to see you again, sweetness." He tells you.

You bound across the floor to the huge bed that your beau is resting in. You're relieved that he looks so much better. You hold his face in your hands and are happy to see that he's back to a healthy colour. You pepper gentle kisses all over him, letting him know how happy you are that he’s better. Billy leaves you both to it and you're grateful to have some time alone with Frank. And so it seems, is he.

"Frankie, you look good, how are you feeling today?" you ask, squealing in surprise when he pulls you into the bed to lie beside him.

"Careful baby!" You exclaim before he's capturing your lips, not caring about the pain in the side of his gut if he gets to taste and feel you again. That wild want is there in his eyes when you break away and it's hard for you to resist giving in to it when his hands begin to roam over you.

"God I've missed you, missed having you…"

You huff at him. "Frank, you know I'd want nothing more… but you've got to rest, you've been shot for Christ's sake!!"

"Yeah, yeah I know," he says, the corner of his mouth pulling up mischievously. "but there's still some things I can do…"

You feel the heat in your face even as you shake your head at the audacity of him. He never gives up, yet another thing you love about him.

"Just be serious for a minute. My da’s asked if you can arrange a meeting between your father and him. He thinks our families should work together to stop Fisk."

He stops messing with you as he considers it. "Well shit, ain't the worst idea. And you agree?"

"I do. It makes sense, and it's the last thing Fisk would expect.

Frank mulls it over for a moment and then calls for Billy. "Hey man, can you get my dad in? Think we've got a proposal for him."

You're suddenly nervous for a different reason, hurriedly standing and smoothing down your clothes as the door opens. Frank reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Hey, don't you worry baby." He reassures you under his breath. "Just tell him what you told me."

When you relate your own father's thoughts to the Don you're surprised when he doesn't interrupt, instead listening intently.

"...and where might the meeting happen?" He asks with interest.

"I think I know a place."

Foggy's in good spirits when you drop in to the shop. He’s glad that you’re okay, but his pleasant mood doesn't last when he hears what you've got to ask him.

“You want me to have The Murdocks and Castigliones under the same roof? Are you kidding me?”

"But your place is neutral ground, Foggy! There won't be any trouble I promise you."

He paces around frantically. "No trouble?! You can't promise me that!"

You fiddle with the snack display by the counter. "Look, I know it's a lot to ask, but if we can stop Fisk from becoming a permanent fixture everyone will be better off. Please Foggy, for the sake of the Kitchen." He stops his frantic pacing and pins you with a worried look.

“Fine. But if anyone gets shot, remind yourself I told you this was a bad idea.”

A couple of weeks later you found that Foggy wasn't exactly wrong in what he had told you. With the heads of both families and their closest lieutenants gathered in the large space of the Nelson's back room, the air quickly grew thick with tension. Matt arrived first with your father; stopping in his tracks as soon as he sensed you. You hadn't seen each other since that night at the docks.

"Matty-" you start. "alrigh' dove." he replies, only giving you a curt nod as he makes his way to the end of the long table. You sigh. This was going to be a long night.

When Frank comes in Matt stands quickly, his chair shrieking along the floor with his fists bunched at his sides. The Castigliones bristle, fingers itching and ready to reach for weapons. The tension was ramping up fast and it felt as though the meeting was about to fail even before it could begin.

"Ahh there he is. The golden boy. Fuckin’ cunt of the hour." Matt snaps.

"'The hell…?" Frank starts.

You found yourself getting to your feet.

"Christ Matt, will you just behave? Frank saved our da's life, does that mean nothing to you?"

"Aye it goes a way, but does he think he's better than us? That you're safer with him, with them, than us? Was that why you didn't come home, pet? Was this all his fuckin' idea too?!"

You'd never seen Matt this upset and angry before. You had to calm him down before something irreversible kicked off between the families. Frank shot you a concerned look but didn't interfere; knowing that anything he said could make things even worse. You pull Matty aside, whisper-yelling at him.

"Hey, listen to me Matt. Me staying at the Don's was da's idea, and getting everyone together was his too! Did you not know that?" You hiss.

Matt huffs. "No. I just thought that…" he paces before running a hand down your arm. "we're the ones that keep ya safe, love, yer family. Not them. It just feels like-" he stops himself, unable to fully admit his jealousy.

You urge him to continue, you don't want there to be bad blood between the two of you, especially now.

"I worry about ya dove. I know ya say ya love 'im, I just don' wanna see y'get hurt. When you're wit me, you're safe, y'can't get hurt. You know I love you too."

His expression is so honest it makes your heart burn.

"Matty, I love you so much, and I know you're just looking out for me but please, you've got to let me live my life for myself. I'm a grown woman now. You don't need to keep protecting me from everything!"

He sighs with resignation and you squeeze his arm.

"I know you're not sure about Frank but he really does love me, and I don't believe that he'd ever hurt me intentionally. And this? This is the best shot we've got at Fisk, you know that. Please don't throw this away Matt, do it for the Kitchen if not for me!"

He softens as you plead, "I'll do it for both of youse."

You kiss him on the cheek and whisper a sincere thank you before returning to the table where discussion is already underway. You walk over to stand beside Frank and kiss him swiftly. He's a little surprised that you'd make your relationship so public with the current situation as it is.

"S'everythin' okay princess?" He asks nervously as you place your hand in his, and let out a thankful sigh along with a shitload of tension.

"Everything's grand, Frankie." You say with a genuine smile. "Let's get this started."

The heads of the families agreed that they needed to find out what resources Fisk had, how many men and how much firepower he possessed before they made their move. It was proposed that members from each side should scout it out, and ultimately it was decided that Matthew and Frank would go.

As you watched Frank slip his pistol into his holster and give you a wink, you were reminded of the day you had first laid eyes on him. It felt like a lifetime ago even though it had been just over a year since you'd walked to the store with Matty, and Frank and Billy had been in there.

"Well that's my day ruined. Can't breathe in this town without runnin' into a Murdock, or two." Billy had remarked, looking you up and down with dark eyes and a devilish smile.

Matt stiffened, moving in front of you, jaw and fists clenched. "Y'know this is our territory Russo, so get lost or I'll help ya find your way out..."

However, your attention had been on Billy's companion, who you would later find out was the Don's son. His face was set hard, but he had warm brown eyes, and a big boxer's nose that drew your gaze. When they had left the store Frank had looked back over his shoulder, the faintest smile on his lips as he threw a wink your way and you found your face heating up.

Now they were heading into dangerous territory working together. Your heart was in your mouth as they both finished kitting up, arming themselves to the teeth just in case shit happened to go south.

"Please be careful." You say to Matt, your words somewhere between a prayer and a blessing.

"M'always careful, love." He replies before he lets Frank talk to you.

He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it as he looks into your eyes with a serious expression. "You promise me you'll go straight on home, yeah? Don't want you on these streets tonight baby."

You stroke the side of his face and bring your forehead to touch against his, breathing him in. "I promise. And promise me you'll look after each other."

Both men nod and then head for the door and you and your father head for home.

Matt stops Frank with his arm as he listens to check that the way is clear for them.

"Alrigh', we're good." He confirms after a couple of beats.

"Reckon we can get a read on em from up on that roof there, it covers most of their exits." Frank suggests, and Matt nods and follows. When they're situated, hunkered down side by side behind a low wall, Frank feels the oppression of something waiting to be said. The muscle in his jaw ticks as he clenches it and he can't stand it anymore.

"C'mon man, can we just get this over with? Say what you gotta say, I know you wanna. I can take it."

Matt swallows his pride and turns to his former foe after taking a pensive breath.

"Yeah, you're right, I have got somethin' t'say to ya. M'sorry. I was wrong about ya an I've been a right shitebag to you an ma sister all this time. But, there's a right thing to be done an' I'm hopin' tha we can move on?"

That wasn't what Frank had expected at all, a swift one-two knocking his brain around in his skull, but it felt like a dark cloud was lifting and he actually started to smile.

"I know you're just lookin' out for her Murdock, I get it, and I really appreciate you sayin' that. Might not have seemed like it but I've got a lot of respect for your family after meetin' that girl."

Matt nods. "Feelin's mutual. I shoulda just trusted her in the first place but y'know what's she's like, always gettin' hersel' into trouble."

Frank chuckles quietly. "Don't I know it."

They keep watch for a few more hours, noting the comings and goings of Fisk's men. After clocking where the weapons are stored, they manage to sneak in and get a good idea of what kind of firepower they have before reporting back.

The two long feuding families of Hell's Kitchen drive the Kingpin out of their territory in a spectacular blaze of fire and fists. He certainly didn't expect the Murdocks and Castigliones to team up and take back what was theirs; which was a huge advantage for the families. When Frank and your brother returned triumphant you leapt into Frank's arms, kissing him over and over and until he was almost begging for air.

When word spread of the victory everyone headed to Josie's to celebrate, but Frank knew his fight wasn't quite over. There was something else he had to do.

He's feeling like he knows real fear for the first time in a long while as he approaches Jack Murdock in the bar. He's got just one aim. One question.

Jack nods at him as he comes over, signaling the bartender to pour them a couple of whiskeys.

"Alright lad? We did good, eh?"

"Yeah, that we did. You, uh, know why I'm here?"

"Aye son, I know. C'mon then, out with it." Jack says to him.

Frank's mouth nervously forces a smile and he takes a deep breath before he begins.

"Sir, I'm sure by now you know just how much I care for your daughter, and if you don't, well… thing is I love her. Love her with all my soul and with your blessin', I want to ask her to spend the rest of our lives together.."

Your da raises an eyebrow. "Oh aye, is that so? An' would ya do right by her? 'Cos ya know if y'don't you'll have the whole clan comin down on ye like hellfire?"

"I know that and I will. She's my life now sir, couldn't love no one else more."

"Alright boy, but y'know we'll be watchin' ya."

He grins and raises his glass to Frank's own. "Well y'have my blessin', and I've no doubt she'll be happy wit ye."

Frank breathes out a solid sigh of relief and can't wait to tell you, to ask you to be his forever.

When he does it's a little bit more romantic than a toilet stall in the dancehall. He picks you up in his car the next evening. He's got the top down and is waiting next to the open passenger door as you step out of your house. You take his breath away every single time he sees you but tonight it's different, you no longer have to hide your love for each other. He takes your hand, takes all of you in, your dress, your hair, your beautiful smile. He knows he's a lucky man.

"Where are we going to baby?" You ask, but he only smiles and tells you to hold tight. You're curled around his arm the whole way as he drives you both to the hills outside of the city.

When he pulls up at a quiet parking spot you get out and can see the twinkle of the city lights below mirroring that of the starry sky. When you turn around to show your excitement he's pulling a hamper and blankets out of the trunk.

"Oh Frankie, this is so gorgeous! Thank you so much!" You squeal as you help lay out a blanket and he digs out some delicious treats, glasses, and a bottle of wine.

"Gorgeous spot for my gorgeous girl."

He opens the bottle then fills your glass and his own, and you raise them to clink and take a sip. He watches you looking out at the view, a mild breeze weaving through your hair. You're just sitting there and he almost can't believe how head over heels he is for you. Things could have turned out so differently but he's eternally grateful that they didn't.

When you turn to him you can't help but giggle at the insanely adoring way he's looking at you.

"What is it?" You smile, taking a bite from a plump red cherry.

Frank brings his hand up to the side of your face, his thumb passing lightly over your lips as you look up at him with your big eyes.

"God, I just…"

You tilt your head in curiosity as he reaches into the hamper for something, producing a small black box which he opens in front of you on bended knee. It's his mother's ring, a delicate and twisting precious metal band set with a small sparkling diamond glinting up at you.

"Oh Frank…" you gasp, any other words are lost in your surprise but he carries on.

"I love you baby, so goddamn much. And I know I asked you before but I'm askin' you now, proper. Your da gave me his blessing and I'm hopin' that you will too… please say yes darlin' and marry me? I've wanted to be yours since the first damn time I saw you. What do you say? Talk to me baby, don't leave me hangin' like this!"

Your hands come up to frame his face and you kiss him over and over and over as you answer an excited 'yes!' between every one. He's laughing with a smile so big as you hold out your hand for him to gently take the ring and slip it on your finger where it fits perfectly.

You kiss him again, this time it's slow and lingering on the lips and he wraps you up in his embrace as he deepens it, laying you down on the blanket underneath him. Your fingers slide into his hair and his hands squeeze the roundness of your ass eager to feel each other as your kisses become more heated and desperate.

Your eyes meet. "I'm yours forever now, Frank, make me feel like it."

He wastes no time answering your request, running his hands over your body, nipping and kissing at your earlobe and just below as he caresses your breast, and you push your hips up against his moaning with pleasure. You slip a hand down to feel his hardening cock through his pants, frantically scrabbling to loosen his belt and free him as he curls his fingers around the waistband of your panties pulling them down, his lips almost never leaving your skin.

"Baby, baby… mm, goddamn you're so perfect for me." He murmurs and you let the night sky hear just how good he makes you feel as he slides his fingers through your slick folds, teasing at your clit with light strokes.

"Yeah, you like that, huh? That what you need?"

"Frank please, I can't wait! Just- I need you…" you plead, pressing your body up against him and stroking your soft hands up and down his erection to make sure he gets the message.

"Oh shiiiit… alright sweetheart, shh-shh. I got you, I got you…" he whispers against your skin as he pushes his pants down and your silky dress up, quickly rolling on a condom. He moans along with you as he finally sheaths his thick length inside where you need him the most. both of you gasp at the feeling. You claw at his shirt, pull him as close as you can when he starts to rock into you. Every thrust of his hips has you desperate for the next, you want him so deep so that you can feel him for days after this and you tell him so, driving him crazy and making him fuck you even harder.

"Anythin' you want, I'll give you anythin' love, just wanna see your pretty face when you come for me."

He wraps a strong hand under your thigh, pulling it up making you moan out again at the new delicious angle, arching underneath him as he draws back almost all the way out and then fills you back up again, taking you so easily to the edge of an earth shattering climax. His hand comes up to cradle your face, watching you, seeing the love he feels for you reflected in your beautiful eyes.

"Frankie, you're gonna make me-" As you approach the precipice, the only thing in your mind is that he's yours and you are his.

He seals his mouth over yours, tongue teasing against your own, your whimpers muted as he does all he can to make you fall apart, to pulse and clench around him, your vision whiting out with only this blissful sensation spreading through your body and the sound of his voice in your ears while he talks you through it.

"Yeah baby, that's it my sweet girl… god I love you so fucking much-"

You cry out to the stars as you share in this intimate moment, showering each other in endless, breathless declarations of love.

Epilogue

#frank castle x female reader #frank castle AU #punisher AU #frank castle smut #frank castle fluff #romeo & julier gangster AU #daredevil AU

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Worrier and Warrior : Platonic/Sibling Kaz Brekker x Sister!Reader

Part 2

Desc: Kaz's little sister is the latest victim of Kaz's lack of communication and transparency. This results in actions that cause even more tension between them. Will Kaz ever get over his toxic habits and be truthful with his sister or will it be too late?

Warnings: SoC type content and applicable warnings, cluding mentions of trauma, violence, sickness, injuries, death, etc.

Part One Can Be Found Here

Both parts can be found here

Part Two Below! Read Part One First!

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take Inej long to find y/n. What was surprising though was where she found her. After searching the Dregs’ streets and asking around, she’d ventured into Pekka’s neighborhood. That was where Inej found her. She came across y/n as she sat swinging her legs off of the dock; in Dime Lion’s territory.

“What’re you doing here?” Inej questioned calmly as she sat beside y/n on the pier.

“I needed to get away. I wasn't good enough" Y/n said with a shrug, staring out at the water. It was a feeling she’d been fighting as long as she could remember. She blamed herself for Jordie’s death. An already-sick Jordie had given her his socks after hers had gotten soaked in a puddle. She tried to help him through the illness but to no avail.

She was the reason Kaz had a touch aversion problem now. Y/n was there the night the three of them had been dumped into the harbor. She was so exhausted and heartbroken over the loss of her eldest brother that she found herself frozen in place. She wanted to blame it on the absurdly cold water surrounding them and the lack of heat from the dead bodies piled up beneath them. But she knew it was more than that.

Due to her frozen state, the city workers dumped more bodies on top of her tiny frame. She eventually passed out from hypothermia and a lack of oxygen. Kaz had to physically move multiple corpses off of his sister that night. Only to then hold her barely alive body to him to keep her afloat and as warm as possible. Meanwhile he was left with no choice but to use their older brother’s recently-deceased body as a means to keep them both above water. Kaz had struggled the entire journey but managed to save himself and y/n.

Y/n only knew these details as she’d come in and out of consciousness during the ordeal. She could still remember how much Kaz’s frail body trembled as he tried to fight off his own fever and simultaneously keep her alive. She still had nightmares of Jordie’s corpse floating with them as Kaz used it to get them to land. Y/n hadn’t been strong enough then.

She hadn’t been strong enough to move herself so the bodies didn’t land on her. She hadn’t been strong enough to swim on her own instead of making her grieving and sick brother carry her. She hadn’t been strong enough to stay awake and comfort Kaz as he did all of this. She hadn’t been strong enough to help him through it afterwards either.

She hadn’t been strong enough to prevent Kaz’s subsequent actions. Kaz’s criminal behavior and blinding desire for revenge were the result of Jordie’s death; a death she felt responsible for. To make matters worse, she was far too young to support them, so Kaz had to handle matters for the both of them.

She knew Kaz blamed Pekka Rollins, and Pekka alone. But she blamed herself for it as well. She hadn’t been strong enough for her brothers. Not for Jordie. Not for Kaz Ritceld. And now, not for the Dregs, Crows, or Dirtyhands either.

"You're wrong y'know? You’re more than good enough." Inej comforted, rubbing y/n’s back.

“You don’t need to do this Inej” she sighed. “I appreciate it but-“ y/n began. She knew why Inej was doing this, why Inej did anything for Kaz. It was the same reason y/n strived to be good enough, to not be weak. They both loved Kaz. Certainly in different ways, but the reason was the same nonetheless.

“I’m not the one you need to be hearing this from” Inej acknowledged, nodding her head empathetically.

“Please,” y/n scoffed with a sarcastic laugh, “he’s not going to say that.”

Inej sighed, staring at the water before them. “He isn’t great with words, you know that” she tried softly.

“Especially when he doesn’t feel it” y/n remarked snippily.

“He knows you’re good at what you do” Inej argued.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Have you seen his behavior or heard his comments lately?”.

Inej sighed and nodded, uncertain how to help.

“Look Inej, I-. I’m sorry, I need space” y/n told her. She hated to send her friend away. But she also knew that Kaz was the reason Inej was here. Y/n knew her brother still cared for her. He just didn’t think she was deserving of it. Y/n suspected Inej merely sought her out to be able to comfort Kaz. She didn’t know it was Kaz’s order for Inej to come. Instead, she figured Inej once again knew what was good for Kaz before he did, and acted on it. It was sweet in a way. But it only made y/n feel worse about herself and her role in the Crows.

Inej watched silently as y/n stood up and walked down the pier, going deeper into Dime Lion territory.

As soon as Kaz heard Inej’s report, he stood and left his office. Kaz ignored the aching cry of his knee as he hobbled down the stairs and through the bar. Inej went with him. She needed to show him where she’d last seen y/n, and she had planned to make sure he didn’t say anything else stupid to her.

The other Crows almost followed after him. They hadn’t seen him charge out of a room with that much determination before. But Kaz noticed and told them to stay. He admitted to them this was a matter he needed to handle himself. Well, actually he told them it was his business to attend to; but that was as close as one would get with Kaz.

As Kaz limped through the dingy streets of the Barrel, he overheard someone mentioning some rather vulgar things about a young woman. If it weren’t for the fact he was desperate to find his sister, he would’ve stopped to teach the boy a lesson. No one should be saying or encouraging the behaviors the boy was saying.

However, he was almost out of earshot when he heard his sisters name being thrown around. Inej winced as Kaz snapped around, his eyes dark. She followed after him as he marched back to the boy he’d almost stopped to beat up. Only this time, he did just that.

Kaz’s cane was sparkling with blood but the time he turned back to his original path. “Shall we?” Kaz asked rhetorically as he resumed his search for his sister. He knew he was likely causing an uproar he’d have to face weeks if not months handling after this. After all, he was not only going deeper and deeper into Dime Lion’s territory. He also brutally assaulted some (well-deserving) boy that was likely a part of their gang.

But it didn’t matter, he’d continue doing so until he found his sister. Kaz would do whatever it took to locate y/n and bring her home safely. It didn’t matter how immoral one might find his actions. He merely needed to get his sister out, screw the consequences.

Y/n had been sulking and dissociating from reality as she stood on the far end of the Dime Lion’s section of the pier. Her mind was replaying the night of Jordie’s death over and over again. She couldn’t hear anything around her other than the way the wind viciously struck the cold harbor. As a result, she was not prepared for an attack.

Therefore, when Kaz found her, she was limping across the dock, blood trailing behind her. He saw how she still held her head high; likely due to a lesson he’d taught her when she was younger. He recalled how small she’d been when he had to advise her to always hold her head high and appear confident and strong, no matter what might be going on around or to her.

His eyes then focused on the way she carried her weapon on her. She had it pulled up and ready to be used at a moments notice. Another lesson he’d taught her year ago.

It was only as his eyes lowered to her thigh that he learned where her wound was. Despite the darkness of the unlit street, Kaz could see the red tinge peaking through the tied sleeve she had around her leg. That he hadn’t taught her. That was something he hoped she would never have to learn, much less use.

Yet here she was, blood seeping through the ripped off sleeve she tied around herself to slow the bleeding. Here she was, injured and alone. All because Kaz couldn’t communicate properly. He was the reason his sister was hurt; in more ways than one.

Kaz tried to speed walk over to her despite the throbbing in his overly used bad leg. He refused to call her name as he didn’t want to alert anyone else to either of their presences. Kaz moved closer ungracefully, his bad leg wanting to stop functioning all together.

Inej noticed his struggle from her place above him. She’d been using the higher vantage point to scout out where y/n had gone off too. Seeing as how Kaz was going to strain himself before ever reaching y/n, and seeing as how Y/n was injured as well, Inje leaped down to come to her aid.

Y/n spun and had her bow pointed at Inej within milliseconds. She had her bow and arrow completely on sight, ready to fire, when she noticed who it was. Y/n sighed with relief as she lowered the weapon from Inej’s masked face.

“Inej, I told you-“ y/n sighed, still not ready to return to the Slat. To Kaz.

“You’re hurt” Inej stated, nodding at y/n’s wound.

Y/n hummed, “oh. This?“. She scoffed and shrugged her shoulders, “ this feels like nothing. Not like-“.

“Y/n, listen I know Kaz h-“ Inej sighed, her eyes never leaving y/n’s leg.

“Inej” Kaz’s voice called out, calling her off. He had to handle this himself. He wanted to handle this himself. It was his sister and he was going to fix things. “Go back to the Slat. Make sure Nina is aware” he ordered, nodding as Inej scampered off.

Kaz glanced over at his sister as he neared her. His eyes were dark and painful as he took in the sight. Kaz sighed softly, “Y/n-“.

Y/n shook her head, “not now. I'm emotionally broken and tired, and it’s your fault, so please leave.”

Kaz’s breath caught momentarily at her words. He had to force himself to suck in a gust of air in order to respond. “Y/n/n, you're bleeding” he said, his gravely voice almost soft.

"I’m fine” y/n lied, finally looking him in the eyes.

“No you’re not” Kaz argued, stepping closer to her.

“You don’t need to be here. I don’t want to hear it again, clearly you were right” y/n remarked, her leg shaking as she tried to walk away.

“What?” Kaz questioned cluelessly as he followed her; limping as well.

Y/n turned and waved her hand towards her leg, “I’m weak. I’m not good enough.”

Kaz shook his head, “I never said you weren’t good enough”.

“You said I would cause more problem-“ y/n began to argue.

Kaz closed the distance between them and sighed. “I know what I said. And I never said you weren’t good enough. I wouldn’t say that about you.” He swore. Kaz knew this was a topic they’d need to return to later, especially when he saw the self doubt in his sister’s eyes.

“Whatever, I don’t have time to get into specifics” y/n groaned, turning to leave.

“Y/n stop. You’re coming back to the Slat” Kaz demanded, his gloved hand brushing her wrist.

“Make me” she ordered, shooting him a look over her shoulder.

Kaz furrowed his brows, “pardon?!”

“I said, make me” y/n repeated, once again facing him.

“You won’t come willingly?” Kaz questioned, not bothering to cover his shock.

“Why should I? I’m more trouble than I’m worth” y/n spat, shaking her head.

“I never said that” Kaz defended, the guilt he’d been ignoring once again burning inside of him.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “you never say anything completely Kaz.”

Kaz groaned and ran his hand down his face, “Would you just-“.

“No. Not until you explain it to me. If it’s not because I’m too weak to be good enough for you, why keep me from these things? Tell me why” she requested, her eyes glaring but still flickering with pain.

“I'm afraid there are things I cannot afford to divulge” Kaz stated as he looked away.

“Of course there are” she scoffed loudly.

“Y/n. I… I cannot say it here” Kaz amended.

“You’re just trying to trick me to return to the Slat” y/n protested hesitantly.

Kaz shook his head, “You have my word, I’m not”. He watched as she seemed to debate whether or not to believe him.

Y/n sighed, “fine. Only if we make a legitimate deal”.

“Go on” Kaz nodded encouragingly.

“If I return with you, you will tell me the truth, the whole truth as to why things have been the way they’ve been lately. You’ll tell me the full explanation behind why I’ve been excluded” y/n declared.

Kaz nodded silently. He wasn’t wanting to have that conversation. But, he knew before he even found her that they’d need to. It was clear she was going to be in more danger by his lack of transparency.

“Do we have a deal?” Y/n asked her brother, tilting her head to the side.

“The deal is the deal” Kaz acknowledged as he held his gloved hand out to her. Once she accepted his extended hand, he wrapped his gloves fingers around hers. Kaz looked her in the eyes as he shook her hand.

“Now get your stubborn ass away from the dock” he smirked, stepping away from the dock as soon as he could.

Y/n laughed softly and walked over to Kaz, his eyes on her leg the whole time.

“Here” Kaz offered, passing her his cane.

Y/n’s heart swelled and eyes widened at the sentiment. “Kaz, no, I-“ she began to protest, shaking her head.

“Stop being stubborn and use the damn cane” he groaned, pushing the cane towards her more forcefully.

Kaz saw Y/n suppress a grin as she took it from him. He watched closely as she braced herself on the cane. He let her take the first steps, his eyes scanning to see how much weight she could bear.

After a few moments of walking limping in silence, Kaz turned to her. “You’re not good at that” he stated as she struggled to match the pacing of her steps with the pace with which she moved the cane.

Y/n glared at him, making him chuckle once with a smirk on his lips.

“Give it back” Kaz said, reaching for his cane.

Y/n willingly gave it back, “suits you better anyhow”.

“You won’t be needing one, Nina will fix your leg upon our return” Kaz promised, glancing over at her. He quickly noticed her silence and sighed. “I don’t care if it makes her unable to help on tasks for awhile, we’re fixing that leg” Kaz assured her.

Y/n nodded her head appreciatively as she continued limping back to the Slat. If she was being honest, she couldn’t wait for Nina to remove the pain she felt. It was excruciating, she couldn’t figure out how Kaz put up with it on a daily basis.

Kaz watched her struggle to keep going. He shook his head softly as he increased his pace. His voice came out low as he said, “lean on me."

Y/n paused and looked at him from the corner of her eyes, “on you?”

“Yes” Kaz confirmed, moving his arm out of way on the side with his good leg. He’d need all the strength from his not injured leg to get them back to the Slat. Back to where he could order Nina to heal her leg.

Kaz calmed some as she leaned against him. The touch would normally send him into a spiral of anxiety, but right now y/n’s warm presence reminded him she was still alive. What did set him on edge was the way he could feel people watching them as they made their way home. Fortunately, the sharp deadly gaze in his eyes anytime someone so much as looked at his sister shut them down and they diverted their eyes instantly.

Nina healed y/n’s leg as much as she could before informing Kaz that Inej should still stitch it to be sure it doesn’t split open again in y/n’s sleep.

Kaz ignored everyone’s surprised reactions as he stood up and mumbled “I’ll handle it”. He quickly walked to her room, not bothering to knock as he entered and stood by her bedside. Kaz watched silently as she looked up at him. His guilt surging when she asked “are you here to complete our deal or to scold me for getting hurt?”

Kaz shook his head, sitting beside her leg as he took hold of the supplies Nina had left.

“Then what’re you doing?” Y/n asked, her voice showcasing her exhaustion.

Kaz glanced up at her with one brow raised. “Stitching up your leg, obviously” he remarked, sliding his gloves off. Kaz had to remove them to get a better grip as the needle kept slipping slightly in his gloves hands.

“You?” Y/n questioned warily as she stared at her brother.

“I know how to y/n” Kaz pointed out, adjusting his grip on the metallic needle.

Y/n sighed, “No, I-. I know that but…”.

Noticing how she stared at his hands silently, Kaz gave her a small nod. “I’m fine” he promised.

“I don’t think you are. You’ve been acting insanely annoying and rude lately” y/n huffed, laying her head back down on her pillow as her gaze turned towards the ceiling.

Kaz sighed loudly as he lowered his hand to her leg. “I did not mean to offend you y/n/n” he confessed, his guilt making its way forward.

“Right, sure. That’s why you kept things from me and made me feel worthless” y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes at the ceiling.

Kaz clenched his jaw as the guilt multiplied. He took a deep breath and looked away from her wound. “Can you listen to me for a sec?" Kaz asked as he looked at her tired eyes.

“I know I asked for you to explain. But honestly, what can you say that would possible make me feel better?” Y/n questioned. She knew it was harsh, but it was also true. She doubted he could fix this and make her no longer question herself and her worth. After all, he’d been the reason she doubted it at all.

“The truth” Kaz answered vaguely as he turned his gaze back to her leg. He slowly inserted the needle as if that would hurt less. Of course Kaz knew it made no difference, but he’d try anything to not be the cause of further pain for y/n.

“Which is?” Y/n encouraged, yawning quietly.

Kaz went to respond when he heard her try to suppress a hiss. He sighed as his eyes looked up and caught sight of y/n tightening her brows as she winced from the pain. Kaz almost uncharacteristically apologized. He never apologized outright, much less for something he had no control over.

While he may have restrained himself from apologizing for the needle hurting her, he did still offer her a form of apology. It wasn’t your traditional apology; this was Kaz after all. Instead, he chose to apologize to her by not only explaining his recent behaviors but also assuring her of her strength and with. Kaz wished he could do more, but it wasn’t something he could do yet. If he spoke the words aloud about how he felt he was to blame for all of her problems, it become far too real.

“I removed you from the Crows and Dregs tasks..” Kaz began slowly, having to push past his own apprehension. “Because I was worried” he said softly. He half-expected y/n to mumble how he was worried she was weak. But he was pleasantly surprised when she allowed him to speak.

“Not that you’re less skilled or weak” Kaz assured her, “I know I made it seem that way. But it wasn’t that”. He bit his lip as he reminded himself why he was doing this. Why he was confessing his thoughts, emotions, and fears to someone for the first time in awhile. “Being my sister puts a target on your back” Kaz explained.

When she lifted her head off the pillow just enough to look down at him, Kaz nodded. “When…” he sighed, “when you were injured during the last task I sent you on…”. Kaz heard y/n sigh understandingly. “I… I couldn’t breathe” Kaz admitted quietly.

“I felt like I was drowning” Kaz told y/n. “I.. I felt like that idiotic child I had been” He elaborated breathily. Kaz noticed he was y/n’s brows scrunched together in confusion. “I was your older brother and I didn’t protect you. I let you catch what… J-… What J-Jordie and I had” Kaz explained slowly.

“Kaz, you don’t need to-“ y/n began, feeling tears prickle in her eyes at his willingness to be vulnerable with her for the first time in years.

Kaz shook his head, “yes I do. You deserve that. I can’t offer much. But I can offer you truth. You’re my sister and it’s only right”.

Y/n flipped her palm up against the bed beside her leg. She smiled as he cautiously took hold of it with his free hand. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was progress.

“I let you get sucked down with us when the false deal with Rollins fell through” Kaz continued, his voice still spitting out Rollins’s name harshly. He began to focus on the rhythmic motions of the needle stitching her skin instead of his words or the feeling of physical contact. “I should have protected you. That’s why ever since then…” Kaz trailed off.

But y/n knew what he was going to say. She sighed softly, “Kaz, we were just kids-“.

Kaz nodded stiffly, “I know”. He glanced up at her, “we still are. But, it was my responsibility -“.

Y/n shook her head as she propped herself up slightly. She slowly lowered her hand to his to allow him time to pull away. When he left his hand in her path, she smiled softly and let hers tenderly rest on his. “Kazzy, we were all just kids. It wasn’t fair… It wasn’t expected for any of us to be able to handle it all” y/n assured him.

Kaz’s lips curled at the sound of his nickname. He hadn’t heard her call him Kazzy in a long time. Far too long of a time if he were honest. “Y/n/n,-“ Kaz began.

Y/n shook her head again as she removed her hand, “I stand by my statement. You can continue about the rest though”.

Kaz chuckled briefly. He took a deep breath and refocused on his explanation. Well, more like he focused on finishing the stitches while he let his mind wander through his emotions.

“I panicked” Kaz admitted, “I cannot lose you. I won’t”. He sighed, closing his eyes as he remembered he was currently stitching her up as she was wounded once again. “I had another…” Kaz mumbled his voice trailing off as he struggled to fully express how distraught he was.

Y/n noticed his reluctance and sighed softly. She knew her brother struggled with panic attacks after Jordie’s death. Y/n didn’t need Kaz to explicitly state he had another one that night; she could tell from the context and few words he did speak. “I see” she hummed, “I’m sorry”.

Kaz shook his head as he slowly peeled his eyes back open. “I am the one who should be saying that” he sighed. “I acted rashly. But I did it because I…I… I cannot lose you y/n” Kaz stated.

“It’s not because you thought I was weak?” Y/n clarified, watching her brother closely.

Kaz took a deep breath and shook his head again. “No” he answered.

“Do you think I’m weak?” Y/n asked, rewording her question. She needed to be more direct with him. She needed to know for certain how he felt about her.

“No,” Kaz promised. He finished the last stitch and set the needle down. He shakingly took her hand and intently held eye contact. “I know you’re not weak” Kaz assured her beforehe let go of her hand again.

“Thank you for telling me the whole story” y/n said, her lips curling into a relieved smile. “I’ll be okay, but I won’t stay hidden from everything” she informed him, making him sigh but nod stiffly. “I’ll train more, and I’ll come to you if something happens. Deal?” Y/n compromised.

Kaz silently nodded in agreement. But he could see it wasn’t enough for y/n to be satisfied. He watched as she shook her head and held her hand out towards him, a weary look in her eyes. Kaz knew she wanted a formal hand shake to seal their deal but would also not push him to do so if he couldn’t manage it tonight.

Kaz chuckled quietly, almost inaudible had it not been for the privacy of her small bedroom. He rolled his eyes playfully and took her hand in his for a few more seconds. Kaz rolled his eyes as he promised, “the deal is the deal”.

Y/n sighed calmly, relaxing back into the mattress beneath her. “You know, I should’ve known you didn’t think I was weak” she whispered.

Kaz hummed quietly, “I didn’t exactly make that easy on you”. He hated that it was true. He never wanted her to feel he thought so lowly of her. But Kaz couldn’t undo that now, he could only ensure y/n knew her worth moving forward.

“No,” y/n agreed. She closed her eyes as her head sank deeper into her pillow. “But, I should’ve known stilll” her small voice added. “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass” y/n teased, a smirk forming on her lips.

Kaz groaned at her teasing and rolled his eyes. He quietly stood up when he saw her already-closed eyelids getting heavier. Kaz sighed softly in slight disappointment when her eyes flickered open at the movement. That was something he’d taught her; always be aware of your surroundings even when resting.

Kaz noticed y/n’s eyes starting to narrow slowly as she took relaxed breaths. He was pleased to see how quickly she relaxed when she saw it was only him. Kaz tried to be quiet as he limped to the door with the intent of keeping her from becoming more alert.

Kaz’s face had a wide smile on his lips when his back was to her. He was ecstatic she was home and would soon be healed. Kaz might not have been able to truly verbalize his relief, but he turned to her and allowed her to see a minuscule curl of his lips. “Now rest or we’ll have to test if that remains true” Kaz ordered quietly as he opened the door to leave.

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No More Excuses//Katelena

Chapter 16: School Can Wait, Katniss Needs Cuddles

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Chapter Summary: Yelena makes dinner, Clint calls Kate to ask about school, and the girls watch Hunger Games after some Cheez-It shenanigans.

A/N: cute fluffy babies :,,,,)

Chapter Warnings: teeth rotting fluff

Kate can feel a tether inside her chest fraying as she resists the urge to grab Yelena's hand again for the rest of the day, and it's almost to the point where she might have to take an ice bath to bludgeon away the heat lingering on her skin. Because, like Yelena, Kate was practically dying for constant physical contact and assurance. Growing up in a fatherless penthouse and with a mother that distanced herself out of grief led to Kate's childhood being rather cold and lonely, and it hadn't been until college that she realized how much she loved to hug and cuddle.

And now that the spark had been reignited, it was threatening to absolutely fucking explode.

Yelena had barely let go of Kate's hand when they reached her apartment before immediately busying herself with feeding the dogs and starting up something in the kitchen. Kate thanked her past self for remembering to get groceries the other day, because her fridge and cupboards had previously been home to only a few overripe strawberries, expired pancake batter mix, and a plentiful supply of Kraft mac-n-cheese. If there hadn't been food to occupy the assassin with, Kate was genuinely afraid she would just up and leave upon realizing how useless her temporary little roommate was.

The two of them seem to skirt around each other as Yelena prepares something that smells divine and Kate offers to help, the archer being put to work with chopping meat she didn't even remember buying. One of them puts music on in an attempt to fill the tense silence, but Fanny starts howling along to it and Lucky follows suit. They turn the music back off, and the dogs provide the ambiance with their wrestling.

Yelena is just adding the finishing touches to what Kate thinks might be some kind of savory meat/noodle soup when her phone starts ringing from her loft bedroom. She realizes with a jolt that she's barely looked at the device since she got back from her Barton vacation, and hurries up to grab it. Sure enough, it's Clint on the other line.

"Clint, hi!"

"Kate! Hey! Are you okay?" Clint sounds worried and out of breath, his deep voice almost shrill.

"I- yeah, yeah I'm okay, Clint. Why, what's up? How are you?"

"Oh I'm fine, but you haven't responded to any of my texts since I dropped you off and I was starting to wonder if you were dead, or something. You usually jump at the chance to spam my phone."

"Oh, shit," Kate mutters, pulling her phone away from her ear and putting it on speaker to look through her messages. There are seven unread texts from HawkDad😎💘🏹, and she quickly reads through them. "Shit, Clint, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ghost you- I just haven't been looking at my phone very much." Or at all, she silently adds. Other than the occasional Spotify listen, Kate hadn't touched any of the other notifications on her screen, which she now admitted was a bit of a mistake.

In her defense, though, she's been a little preoccupied.

"What's got you so busy, kiddo?" he asks, already calmer now that he knows she's alive.

Kate winces and does some mental gymnastics to try and figure out what to tell him. "Um. Cleaning, I guess. And... walking Lucky. Practicing archery. Really staying' on top of that, y'know? Gotta stay in shape and make sure I'm worthy of being the new Hawkeye once the Avengers reach out to me," she laughs lightly, partially joking and partially not. Truthfully, her arms are buzzing to pick up her bow and lose herself in the action of firing arrow after arrow at anything she can find, but once again, she's been otherwise distracted.

Clint's chuckle is endearing, and Kate sighs in relief when he seems to take her excuse without much question. "You're already good enough to be considered for something like that, Kate. You probably don't need to be wearing yourself out by training so often."

She does a little fist bump to herself at his praise, a giddy smile breaking her face. Clint may be somewhat of a father figure to her now, but he was also still Hawkeye and an Avenger, and the idol she had looked up to for over half her life. A compliment from him was like winning the goddamn lottery. "I'll take a break, probably," she concedes, only a little sorry that she's lying.

What the fuck would Clint think about this Yelena situation?

"Good, good." There's a small lull where Kate asks after Laura and the kids, and Clint does the same about Lucky and Eleanor. He's surprised to hear that she visited her mother in prison so soon, due to her avoidance of the topic over the entirety of the holidays, but he wants to hear about it nonetheless.

"Oh, hey, Kate- something I've been meaning to ask you about."

"Yeah?"

"Have you thought about enrolling back in school at all?"

Kate doesn't even register what he's said until she has to stop holding her breath due to the screaming in her lungs. "What?"

Clint repeats himself. Kate blinks.

"What?"

"...Is the phone connection bad? Can you not hear me, Kate? Here, I'll check the Wi-Fi, give me just a second-"

"No, I can hear you, Clint-"

The line goes dead.

Kate swears under her breath and opens her text app, pulling up Clint's contact.

Kate: clint I could hear u just surprised me with the school bomb

HawkDad😎💘🏹: Ah, I wondered. I just replaced the router last month. Too early for it to be giving out on me already.

Kate: maybe u should upgrade to a better phone

HawkDad😎💘🏹: What's wrong with my flip phone?

Kate: its basically an ancient relic clint the cool kids call it a brick phone these days cuz thats about how useful it is

HawkDad😎💘🏹: The one that I have works perfectly fine.

Kate: dont blame me when it passes away on you

HawkDad😎💘🏹: Sure, Kate.

HawkDad😎💘🏹: So, about school...?

Kate: no thanks im good bye clint :)))❤️

HawkDad😎💘🏹: Kate, I just wanted to ask if you've thought about it at all.

HawkDad😎💘🏹: Kate?

HawkDad😎💘🏹: You silenced your phone again didn't you? Just promise me you'll actually consider thinking about it.

HawkDad😎💘🏹: You'd better actually respond next time, Katie. Nathan and Laura say hi.

Kate lets out a heavy sigh and tosses her phone onto her nightstand, dropping onto her bed like a dead weight. Clint isn't wrong, school is probably the best way to go right now. With everything in disarray, the schedule of an active education could give her something else to think about, and take her mind off of things.

But school was also a source of anxiety for Kate if she didn't play her cards right. First off- where would she even go? The college she'd been in had admitted her based solely on her archery scholarship, but her little stunt with the infamous bell tower just under a month ago had cost her that chance and possibly many others.

"God, I never even bothered to think about other colleges," Kate groans to herself, dragging her hands down her face and rubbing her tired eyes. The weak glow from her fairy lights casts a strange shadow around her room, and the brightness of nighttime in New York City filters in through her window. She sits up and stares at the wall, sighing heavily.

One thing after another, Kate.

"Kate Bishop?" Yelena's voice so close startles her, and Kate yelps, falling off her bed. She scrambles to her feet in a hurry with a burning face and clears her throat, trying to look as nonchalant as she possibly can.

"Hey."

"Are you okay?" Yelena asks softly, looking so gentle, standing at the entrance of the stairs down from the loft. "Your phone call was awfully short. You don't look very happy, which is unexpected. Clint usually makes you light up." She's rambling, she knows, but can't seem to stop it.

Kate nods awkwardly and looks down at her feet, kicking them around. "Yeah, sorry." She had completely forgotten about dinner. "Just, uh- Clint wants me to start thinking about enrolling back in college."

Yelena tilts her head and frowns. "School is important, Kate Bishop."

"I- I know, I'm just... maybe later. Y'know?"

Yelena does, in fact, not know, but another Kate Bishop she is not familiar with is this one- unsure. She walks closer to Kate and takes her hands, heart already jumping around at the heat of skin against skin. The archer looks up at her, (or down. With no heels to aid her, she is 4 inches below) the blue pool of her eyes so deep that Yelena forgets for just a moment what she was about to say.

"Kate Bishop," she manages to get out, "why do you not want to go to school?" Her friend mumbles something unintelligible. "What?"

"I don't have a scholarship anymore," Kate says louder, eyes darting away again in shame. "I did a stupid dare a while ago and destroyed a bell tower. They took away my archery scholarship. I never applied to any other colleges."

"Oh. I see."

"Yeah."

"What about applying to others now? I don't know how anything works here in America, but surely it can't be that difficult?" Yelena offers gently, squeezing Kate's hands.

Kate squeezes back, cheeks pinking. "No, not difficult. Just a pain in the ass. And, I mean- I'm gonna be an Avenger, Yelena. I don't need a degree in something I'm never gonna use."

The assassin hummed. "What were you learning about, Kate Bishop?"

"Biomechanical engineering and quantum physics."

Yelena blinks several times, taken aback. "Those are very big and complicated words, Kate Bishop. Much too big to say you'll never use them."

A small, bashful smile slips onto Kate's face as she shrugs. "I guess so, yeah. I dunno."

"You are one of the most intelligent people I have ever met, Kate Bishop," Yelena says forcefully, startling herself with the intensity. "You have a beautiful, brilliant mind. Why not nurture it further?"

Kate can feel the blush covering her face, and feels absolutely stupid when all she can do is stare into Yelena's hazel eyes and come up with nothing at all to say in response. Yelena laughs kindly and lifts Kate's hands up to her lips, pressing soft kisses to each of her knuckles in a sudden moment of confidence.

"Think about what Barton said, Kate. Maybe it could do you good." She smiled and dropped Kate's hands, turning to go back downstairs. "Now come eat. I cook masterpiece, as always."

Kate watched her in a daze, her knuckles burning as heat tingled along her skin and down her fingers. Her stomach buzzed, chest squeezing.

Fuck.

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Kate can't hold back the moan that slips from her throat when she takes her first bite of the soup Yelena made, and she doesn't even have enough brain cells right now to feel sheepish about it. She just digs in faster, her spoon catching up milky broth and steaming chunks of tender meat, vegetables soaked in butter and fat, curling noodles coated in a thick spiced sauce. God, it was like eating literal heaven. Kate could barely get enough. Her stomach had been much too empty for the past couple days, but this was hitting the spot.

While Kate is completely stuffing herself, Yelena has barely moved since the archer took her first bite. The sound that came out of her mouth...

дерьмо.

Once Kate is on her second bowl, life comes back to Yelena's body, and she digs into her respective food. Damn, she was good at this. Maybe she could reach out to her favorite cooking show and share some tips. Would Cooking With Flo appreciate such a thing? Probably. Florence Pugh was an angel, and Yelena adored her.

Kate beats Yelena to doing the dishes this time, and Yelena thinks about putting up a fight for only a moment before giving in when the archer rolls her sleeves up and pulls her dark hair into a messy ponytail. The assassin almost chokes on her own tongue and quickly moves to the main room, pressing close to the cool windowpanes and looking down at the NYC streets below.

Two warm, fluffy bodies press up to her legs on either side, and Yelena absently rubs her hands over Lucky and Fanny's heads. She lets herself get lost in it- nothing to fight, no hunger to ignore, no enemies to watch out for. Just her and the dogs, admiring the city before them.

And Kate Bishop.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" the archer asks from behind her, voice hopeful.

Yelena sucks in a deep breath and turns, returning Kate's smile. "Depends, Kate Bishop. Is your taste in media shit?"

A scoff. "I'll have you know that my taste in media is pure gold, thank you very much."

"Alright, then, маленький ястреб," Yelena snorts. "What movie?"

Kate lets out a small squeal and starts to genuinely jump up and down, shaking her hands out. "Oh my goodness, I'm so excited! You're gonna love it. It's called The Hunger Games."

Yelena narrows her eyes skeptically. "That sounds very anticlimactic, Kate Bishop. Did they round up feral children from the streets and pit them against each other for a loaf of wheat bread?"

"Nope! Close, though." Kate grins and goes to grab the remote, but she pauses and instead digs around in her pocket and comes back with a coin. "Actually, I have something cool to show you." She holds the coin up between two fingers and twists her hands, flicking her wrist with a snap that echoes around the apartment. The coin goes flying- whizzing past Yelena's ear as she ducks and spins to watch its trajectory.

It hits the tv's power button dead on, and Kate lets out a joyous cheer.

Yelena blinks and turns to her, eyebrows raised. "That was so cool, Kate Bishop!"

"Thank you! I know, right?"

"How did you do that?"

"Clint taught me! C'mere, I'll show you. Okay, take these fingers and hold it like this-"

They spend the next 20 minutes like that- Kate teaching Yelena how to flick the coin across the apartment, striking every one of her targets even better than Kate by the time they're done. She happily turns several lights on and off and back on again, and Kate watches with a look of pure glee on her face.

"You're a natural."

Yelena is starry eyed, mouth open in awe. "I feel so cool."

"Even though you already know how to land backflips off of planes and incapacitate someone with a bobbi pin in three seconds?"

The assassin gives a coy grin and shrugs, shimmying her hips. "Yep."

Kate's heart swells and she grabs Yelena's hands, pulling her close before stepping back and spinning the assassin in one fluid motion. Yelena lets out a surprised "oh!" but falls into the movement easily and a happy laugh bubbles up from her chest. Kate can only grin and watch her with bright eyes, cheeks glowing. Her friend returns the smile, and when Yelena lets go of one of her hands, she flings Kate out and pulls her back so close that their fingers are clasped tightly and their chests are pressed together.

"There's no music, Kate Bishop," Yelena says, out of breath despite herself.

Kate's smile has heat building at the base of Yelena's spine. "You dance just fine, sweetheart."

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As it turns out, neither of them actually know a single thing about dancing, and they laugh together about it before finally settling down on the couch to watch the movie. Kate lets Yelena turn the tv on with her coin, and then clicks through her streaming services and movies until she finds The Hunger Games and sets the remote down.

"Trust me, it's good. You'll like it. It's kinda heavy, though. Just let me know if you wanna stop watching at any point."

Yelena nods and hums and shifts around to get more comfortable in her little section of the couch, Lucky and Fanny hopping up between them and snuggling in. The movie starts, and Yelena is immediately immersed in it, taking in every little detail.

"Another archer," she mumbles to herself as soon as Katniss pulls out her bow, her brain immediately comparing the differences between her and Kate Bishop just a foot away from her. "Why are there so many of you?" she asks jokingly, the corner of her mouth tilting up when she looks over at Kate.

Kate shrugs, her face completely serious. "Someone left Cheez-Its out and we crawled from the nooks and crannies like rats."

Yelena laughs so hard she chokes on her own spit.

"It's true!" Kate defends, vaulting over the couch so hard that she startles the dogs, and they both follow after her to the kitchen, where she comes back with a giant bowl of orange, salted crackers. "Here, try one."

Yelena glances at her warily but pinches one in her fingers and squints at it. "Are you trying to poison me, Kate Bishop?"

"Nah. These things are like drugs, trust me."

The assassin blinks at her and frowns, genuinely bewildered. "You're doing drugs, Kate Bishop?"

Her friend barks a laugh and grabs a handful of the crackers, taking Yelena's bottom lip between her pointer finger and thumb and pulling her mouth open gently. Yelena is too startled to resist, and the archer crams the crackers in between her teeth. "Chew, Yelena."

The assassin's stomach is in raving knots and her eyes are wild, but the crackers are actually quite delicious and she lights up as she realizes how much Kate is right. Drugs was a good descriptor. She immediately shoves more into her mouth and hums enthusiastically, much to Kate's delight.

"I know, right!?"

Yelena steals the bowl from her hands without warning and bolts, eating as many of the crackers as she can, and Kate lets out a yelp before giving chase. The dogs seem intrigued but stay laying on the floor. "Yelena, I swear to god I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't give those back!" Kate laughs, panting.

"I would win a million times over, Kate Bishop!" Yelena does another couple loops and juke-outs around the couch before plopping down in the very center of the cushions, holding the bowl tight to her chest. Kate basically launches herself at her, and Yelena screams with laughter as she fails to keep the bowl out of Kate's long arms. They wrestle over it for a moment until Yelena eventually gives up, laughing so hard that tears are streaming down her face and her chest and stomach ache, and Kate can't help but to follow suit.

They've missed a few scenes so they have to rewind, but they're still laughing right as they put more Cheez-Its in their mouth and subsequently spewing crumbs just about everywhere, and the dogs are going absolutely wild over it. Cue more laughing, cue more tears. They end up trying to rewind three times before they're totally calm, and by then, Kate has to grab more Cheez-Its to refill the bowl that Yelena refused to surrender over.

"Come here, Kate Bishop. I want to hold the bowl. You can sit cozy with me."

"How ever gracious of you, my queen," Kate snorts, her cheeks aching from the smile that hasn't left her face for thirty minutes. Nonetheless, she sits close to Yelena with only a few inches separating them, reaching over to grab some crackers.

Yelena slaps her hand away and speaks before Kate can protest. "Why are you so stingy, Kate Bishop? Get closer, you shift the weight around and ruin my comfort every time you move your arm that far. I'm serious- come, come." She grabs Kate's wrist gently and tugs her closer, the archer yelping as she tries to move without falling over into the bowl of salty snacks. They end up pressed flush with each other, even more so when Fanny and Lucky jump up on either side of them and hog each armrest, squeezing them even tighter into each other's sides.

Yelena and Kate blink at each other, their smiles soft and laughter warm. Their faces are both dusted with pink, and their hands brush over the bowl of Cheez-Its when they both reach for some at the same time.

Translations:

-дерьмо (Der'mo): Shit

-маленький ястреб (Malen'kiy yastreb): Little hawk

Kate Bishop counter: 18

This chapter's meme(s):

#bishova #katelena #kate bishop #yelena belova #kate x yelena #yelena x kate #wlw #sapphic #no more excuses #marvel #MCU #Hawkeye #black widow #fanfiction #fabric #fic #lesbian #queer

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